Lu Jingshen's body stiffened slightly. Feng Si's fingertips were still on his lips. He could touch them if he moved his tongue tip a little further.
The man smiled wickedly and asked again: "Is it okay?"
Lu Jingshen swallowed unconsciously and said in a trembling voice: "I can't."
He really couldn't do it. Only Feng Si had done this for him before, but he had done it very rarely. They always liked to be direct.
The smile in Feng Si's eyes deepened: "If you don't know how, I can teach you."
There was a hint of struggle in Lu Jingshen's expression, but he didn't say anything.
The hot water was still flowing out, and the bathroom was filled with steam, driving the heat up, carrying the ambiguous restlessness and flowing in the silent air.
After a moment of silence, Feng Si withdrew his hand: "If you don't want to, then forget it..."
Lu Jingshen reached out and grasped his uninjured arm, his fingers trembling slightly as he tightened his grip: "I don't know how to do it. Teach me."
Feng Si raised his eyebrows. Lu Jingshen didn't dare to look into his eyes. He knelt down in front of him as if he had made up his mind with difficulty.
It was obviously extremely difficult, but he did not back down. Feng Si looked at him solemnly, the smile in his eyes gradually replaced by another complex emotion. He covered the back of Lu Jingshen's head with his hand and said slowly: "If you really feel you can't accept it, forget it."
Lu Jingshen looked at the thing that was coming towards him, swallowed again, breathed heavier, and moved closer.
Feng Si leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes. In his still sight were Lu Jing's drooped, misty eyes. The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were all red. His movements were clumsy, but his expression was extremely serious.
Feng Si didn't feel very good. Lu Jingshen was too inexperienced. He even felt pain a few times. But it was precisely this that gave him a kind of almost wanton pleasure besides the discomfort.
His hands slid to the back of Lu Jingshen's neck, stopped there and gently rubbed it. Whenever Lu Jingshen could not hold on any longer and stopped, he would increase his strength to pinch the sensitive part of his neck and press him towards himself. When he noticed that Lu Jingshen was almost out of breath, he would loosen the shackles slightly.
Feng Si taught Lu Jingshen silently and forcefully in this way.
Although Lu Jingshen was not a good student, he was still obedient. Even though tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes, he still persisted.
The more he acted like this, the more Feng Si wanted to bully him.
His breathing gradually became disordered. Feng Si's hand slid to the front, pinched his chin hard, and thrust his body forward.
The heavy breathing and those ambiguous sounds gradually intertwined.
At the last moment, meeting Lu Jingshen's sparkling and red eyes, Feng Si regained his senses a little and forced himself to retreat.
Even though he really wanted to get on Lu Jingshen's face, he still understood the principle of knowing when to quit.
You can't bully someone too much at one time.
Lu Jingshen fell to the ground, with some of it still on his lips. He licked his lips unconsciously and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Feng Si reached out his hand. Lu Jingshen raised his head with difficulty. The man in front of him raised his chin and looked at him: "You want me, an injured person, to pick you up?"
Lu Jingshen withdrew his gaze, his rapid heartbeat gradually calmed down, he took Feng Si's hand and stood up with weak legs.
Not wanting his clothes to be in the way, he stripped off all his clothes, silently picked up the shower head and began to bathe Feng Si, carefully avoiding the wound on his left arm.