Xiao Huiqi suddenly opened his eyes from his sound sleep, jumped up and looked around, because he heard the sound of the door opening.
- The dads are back. Its two round eyes flashed with excitement, and it called out "meow meow".
The door did open, but in a different way than usual.
The door opened in a hurry, and the thick door slammed into the wall behind, making a muffled sound.
The two people came in at the same time, not the usual way. They stumbled and stumbled, and the moment they entered the door from outside the door, they had withstood the wall beside the door.
One of them was short of breath. He leaned his back against the wall and raised his head, biting the lip of the man opposite, and the man on the other side pressed him, holding his hair and pressing his head there, almost hard. He lowered his head and kissed, while the other hand was still hurriedly withdrawing the key from the door lock.
When the door was closed, the hand was released at this time, and the key immediately fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Then came the shoulder bag, the scarf... and finally the coat. And they still groped and tore them apart from each other a little bit, and took them off along the sleeves.
"Meow?" Xiaogui looked at him in confusion, his claws tugging at the edge of the box angrily, and his voice gradually faded.
- Are the dads fighting
The small return period buried his head sadly, and burrowed back to his bed listlessly.
—I still don’t ask for a hug, because the fathers were arguing so badly, the two of them tore off each other’s jackets, and they continued to pull the clothes inside, and it was hard to even breathe…
"woo..."
Qi Jin felt short of breath.
When he was about to suffocate, he was finally willing to separate from the man in front of him for a moment, leaning on the wall and panting low.
The eyes were still a little swollen, and the tears had not been completely wiped away, but the slightly reddened look at the corners of the eyes seemed to contain a hint of affection.
With a groan, Qi Jin raised her head in the direction of Shen Yan's kiss, and searched all the way until her lips met the other's lips instead of the corners of her eyes, and she smiled softly like a child who found candy in the corner of the cupboard. It's a shame the smile didn't last long, because it quickly blurred in those kisses.
There are no lights in the house, and the people in the house have no plans to turn on the lights.
Qi Jin once stretched out his hand and blindly touched the wall for a while, but before he could find the light switch, that hand was caught by Shen Yan in midair and pressed against the wall behind. Ten fingers intertwined and slowly polished like people whispering, and then, he completely forgot the existence of the lamp.
But he didn't forget to stroke Shen Yan's back with the other hand.
He likes to use his palms to slowly trace the outline of Shen Yan's body, especially his back - it is broad and thick. When Shen Yan retracted his arms and hugged him tightly, he could feel the lines on the top tense up. There will be a very strong sense of being valued by this man...and desired.
"I want to take a shower."
He suddenly said, from his voice to his breath, he seemed to be a person with a high fever.
He lightly rested his head on Shen Yan's shoulder, buried his nose into the other's half-open collar, while speaking, he touched the man's beating pulse with his lips intentionally or unintentionally.
Quick - he thought.
"Before taking a shower, it was you who helped me undress." Qi Jin whispered.
Shen Yan's shirt smelled like him, and felt his warm body temperature, but neither of them could compare to him making his heart flutter.
"Now that my hands are healed, can you... Let me help you once?"
The cubicle outside the bathroom is small. Even with the lights on, the lights are weak.
They barely had time to look at the road, and stumbled here based on their usual impression of this house. This time it was Shen Yan who found the wall light switch in the dark, but the light had just turned on, Qi Jin's hands had already grabbed his collar, pulled him back in front of him, and kissed him silently.
Shen Yan was about to hug him back in response to the kiss, but Qi Jin suddenly pushed him back, pressed him firmly against the wall, and bit his Adam's apple lightly with his teeth.
Shen Yan leaned back subconsciously, and gently wrapped his hand around the back of Qi Jin's neck, letting him bite and half kiss the back of his ear along his chin, panting in a low voice. Qi Jin also panted slightly and began to unbutton his clothes with his hands. The left hand has not been used for a long time, and the movements are unfamiliar. It took a long time to touch the first button on the shirt. When I unbuttoned it, my fingers trembled a little. Then I unbuttoned the second button.
Every time I untied one, I opened the shirt a little more, watching the light gradually trickle down on the man's tough chest, the deeper the dive, the faster the heartbeat.
When all the buttons of the shirt were loosened, Qi Jin's hand continued to go down and touched his belt.
Qi Qin's throat moved slightly, and she looked at the hands she put on the belt without making a sound, but slowly moved over, first kissing the button that Shen Yan tied with the red rope, and then sticking out the tip of her tongue from him. The clavicle begins to draw down gently, trace a moist line, and separate it from left to right.
When the thread reached the lower abdomen, Shen Yan couldn't help but let out a rapid "uh" sound, her lumbar spine involuntarily pushed up, and she trembled violently.
However, Qi Jin lowered her body following this action, half-kneeling in front of him, her face lightly buried near her navel, feeling a little thirsty for some reason, and began to pull the hook on her belt.
"Qi Jin—" Shen Yan realized what the other party wanted to do, she couldn't help but screamed in surprise, and hurriedly pushed and rubbed her hands on his shoulders, trying to stop him.
But Qi Jin completely ignored it. Although he was clumsy, he insisted on pulling the hook and button open, pulling out the belt little by little, and then unbuttoning the trousers, suppressing his pounding heart without saying a word. Pull down the zipper.
Shen Yan opened the zipper at Qi Qin, pulled his trousers below his hip bone, and reached in with his palms to slowly cover the slightly raised area under his bottoms. A layer of fabric was also pulled down, and when he silently closed his eyes and covered it, he couldn't say a word. The whole body was shaken, and he couldn't help but let out a groan that was similar to pain.
"Well… "
It's not the first time Qi Jin has touched this place.
I've touched it several times before, but now it's a step further, and he doesn't even dare to open his eyes to look. I could only clumsily use my fingers to find out the specific position and shape there, raise my chin, stick my tongue first and slowly slide it to my head from bottom to top, and then hold it jerky, occasionally touching my teeth accidentally, but Because I want this person to be comfortable, I still send it in inch by inch.
The rhythm of Shen Yan's breathing gradually accelerated and became chaotic, her chest undulating with the violent in and out of the air.
Qi Jin clearly felt that his body was slowly tensing up, the hand that had stroked his hair was shaking, and his fingers were messing up a lot of hair, and it was getting harder and harder. With a deep sense of satisfaction, he hugged him by the waist as if encouraged, pulling him closer.
"Woo," Shen Yan couldn't help but squeeze out a plea from her throat, "Qi Jin..."
While calling that person's name, he used his remaining rationality to pull out his hand to firmly hold his chin, and press his thumb down to let him open his mouth, and then he pulled his things back.
The fire was extinguished at once, and the huge change in the temperature difference between the front and back made a thin layer of sweat seep out on his back, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Qi Jin half-opened her eyes while panting and looked at him, but she still came over to continue, but fortunately she was pulled from the ground by Shen Yan and her mouth was hurriedly sealed, so she was finally safe.
Shen Yan kissed the man until he couldn't move and could only hold him in his arms, then silently half picked him up and walked into the bathroom.
After the switch was turned on, the water from the shower head sprayed obliquely. In winter, the water was not easy to get hot, and it was still cold at first. When it got on the body, both of them shivered slightly, and subconsciously hugged each other harder.
Qi Jin's clothes hadn't been taken off yet, and so was Shen Yan. However, when he was in a state of confusion, he couldn't care about it. He stumbled and stumbled into the bathtub. Adsorbed on the skin, the color of the fabric becomes smooth and translucent, and the outer contour of the body is clearly outlined.
The water gradually turned from cold to hot, and drops of water dripped down their hair intermittently, some from their cheeks, and two at the chin, falling to their feet and blooming - as if they were in the rain. Qi Jin remembered the rainy day when Shen Yan took him to this house. The rain seemed to have witnessed the beginning of his becoming a part of this place and the beginning of him becoming a part of Shen Yan.
"Hold me," he whispered. It is also part of the process of becoming part of the other person.
He'd been waiting for days since they had the first time.
Hearing this, Shen Yan raised his face gently with both hands, bullied him and pressed him against the tiled wall behind, and branded a deep and long kiss. He leaned against the wall weakly, hooked Shen Yan's neck tightly with both hands, and raised his head to respond to him.
Shen Yan gasped in a low voice, and while kissing him, she stretched out her hand to peel off the last layer of wet clothes on Qi Jin's skin and slowly peeled it off.
The water from the shower hit his hair, neck, shoulders, and back one after another, and his whole body was soaked. After removing the clothes, clean and transparent water droplets slid directly from Qi Jin's skin, and there seemed to be no traces. But every trace of water was as deeply imprinted in Shen Yan's heart as the rain swiping through the window glass on a rainy day, washing away his little remaining rationality.
There is water all around, but I feel thirsty.
He clearly had water droplets on his lips, but he just wanted to quench his thirst with the ones on Qi Jin—
"Qi Jin." When he heard his own voice, he also heard Qi Jin's low gasp, and only at this moment did he realize that he had buried his title in Qi Jin's ear. Three or two water droplets on the earlobe gently slipped into his mouth along this movement. The water didn't have any taste, but he didn't want to stop at all.
At this moment, Qi Jin shrank quietly in his arms like a docile cat, the sound of fine panting and running water came together, and the hands were still stroking gently on his bare back, and every now and then there were drops of water from a The person fell there, and the next moment it touched another person, and the body temperature of the two people flowed to the ground. This direct body break-in made him lose his self-control for a while, and his hands slowly touched Qi Jin's waistline until his fingers touched that place.
"Hmm..." Qi Jin made a vague noise, but hugged him even harder.
"It still hurts?"
Qi Jin shook his head silently, clasping his fingers on his back. After such a long time, and even applying medicine every day, the wound should have healed by now - Shen Yan was surprised that she was still a little awake, and she could still think about it.
"Shen Yan," seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Qi Jin murmured his name, her voice as soft as the drops of water dripping from her body, "don't wait any longer... I beg you."
Shen Yan didn't speak, she turned her face to the side and buried it deeply into his wet temples and kissed him. Fingers swept back the hair below him, and the kiss was slowly pressed on the neck, and when it finally reached the shoulder blade, he turned Qi Jin into his arms and pressed it from behind. .
Seeing the lines of water dripping down the clean back and silently submerging between her legs, Shen Yan pressed it lightly and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, it may hurt. "
Qi Jin gave a slight "um", and from the back he could only see a pair of his auricles reddened under his wet black hair, exuding an indescribable and very good smell - only Qi Jin would know that. Some flavors only appeared in front of him. Shen Yan leaned down and kissed the back of his ear, supported him with both hands, and patiently stood up slowly and sent herself in.
"Ugh..." Although I was already prepared, I still felt that kind of real penetration when I actually entered. Qi Jin couldn't help leaning against the wall, panting for breath.
The water was still falling continuously from the place where the legs were separated, but Shen Yan's presence trumped everything. At first, he didn't move, and when his trembling stopped, he slowly began to twitch. Qi Jin bit her lip, and arched her body weakly against the wall, trying to find balance in the back and forth of the man behind her, but she still couldn't stand as if she was collapsed. .
- Not because of pain.
—It was because there was an indescribable pleasure accompanied by the water flowing down his body, and even made him feel slightly suffocated. He couldn’t help but stretch out his hand tremblingly in the slight dizziness, and touched the raised head in front of him. place.
At this moment, Shen Yan grabbed his hand all of a sudden, fingers crossed, and gently pressed it back to the original place.
The other hand replaced his hand and slowly held it there. The strength was not heavy, but it was just enough for him to appreciate the intensity of the action. It was just... just like the usual treatment on the operating table, and concentrated on completing it.
Qi Jin heard her own gasps and Shen Yan's gasping sound as she put her head lightly on his shoulder. Other than that, there is the sound of water.
The three rhythms that were somewhat scattered at the beginning were gradually intertwined and merged together. Qi Jin suddenly felt very embarrassed to listen to it any longer, her ears were red, and her left hand on the wall had to be retracted to cover it.
Seeing that his hand was raised, Shen Yan tilted her chin slightly and kissed the back of his left hand. Qi Jin's fingers trembled slightly, and Shen Yan had slowly kissed his head along his knuckles until he caught one of his fingers.
"Well-"
This action reminded him of what he had done before entering the bathroom, all kinds of details came up, and he didn't even have the strength to withdraw his hand.
Losing the support of one hand, he pressed against the wall, lowered his head, his knees gradually weakened and almost collapsed, but he was firmly supported by Shen Yan, and he pushed it to the bottom again.
Qi Jin let out a low panting, her eyes began to wander in the pattering water, and she couldn't help but let out a whimpering sound similar to crying, but her hands trembled while tightly clasping the hands that Shen Yan was holding onto her, and did not let go. .
Maybe it was because she had already experienced a torture before coming in, and after being suppressed for so long, Shen Yan ended quickly, but the last one was very strong.
Qi Jin shuddered deeply, and after a moment of blankness, she finally recovered slowly. She lowered her head and gasped for breath. At this time, she realized that she had also vented at some point. Maybe it was a physiological reaction that was just too exciting and not consciously produced. It used to feel completely different when I made it with my hands. At that time, I obviously didn't feel a little bit, but now I have an indescribable numbness from my legs to my toes.
Shen Yan took a deep breath and withdrew, lifted the person in front of her, and just hugged without making a sound.
Qi Jin's face flushed, she turned and pressed it against Shen Yan's chest. She didn't speak for a while, silently listening to the strong heartbeat of the man in front of her, and when her breathing calmed down, she lowered her eyes and muttered to herself. : "The things in the drawer are still useless the second time..."
"Sorry."
Shen Yan's voice was hoarse, and she turned her head guiltily and gently kissed the corner of his brow.
At this moment, Qi Jin laughed softly, and threaded a finger through the red rope in front of his neck, and hooked slightly towards him: "It's okay, anyway... there are still several hours before dawn."
There are still hours before dawn.
The wet clothes on the ground can be disposed of tomorrow, and the dry clothes in the closet they don't change because it's not necessary.
Simply drying the body with a towel, the two returned to the bedroom, and both fell on the bed with their hair still three-quarters wet. The quilt in winter was dry and cold. When he first got in, Qi Jin couldn't help but tremble. He wrapped his hands and feet like little animals that were afraid of the cold, and hugged Shen Yan's body, which was still warm after bathing.
- Very comfortable. He sighed comfortably and gently inserted his fingers into the other's half-wet locks of hair, rubbing them, his movements full of tenderness.
As if invited by his actions, Shen Yan slowly pressed up and kissed him silently.
There were no lights in the room, and the moonlight coming in from the window made the man's skin turn white. The moonlight was icy cold, but when the lips were pressed against it, they felt slightly hot, and the contrast gave people an indescribable psychological impact.
"Qi Jin."
"Ok?"
Shen Yan just called out that sound, and then she stopped talking.
Qi Jin suddenly laughed softly, raised his hands to clasp the sides of his neck, stood up and kissed his forehead, then his eyebrows, and finally used the tip of his tongue to slowly touch his lips. Shen Yan's hand gradually slid down his back at this time, reached in where his upper body was arched, pressed against his waist, and held him up to himself. Qi Jin gently pressed his ankle against his calf and let him do whatever he wanted.
Probably because it has been done once before, the process of starting again is very natural, and it comes tacitly between the intimate actions of the two people.
But this time it was more patient, more meticulous, more gentle.
Shen Yan pulled out one hand and silently opened the drawer by the bed. The contents inside have not been used since they were bought, and the packaging has not been opened. There is still water in the bathroom for temporary lubrication, but at this moment it is really necessary to go back to bed.
He took out the lubricant, and when he was about to take the condom, Qi Jin suddenly grabbed him and didn't let him take it out.
"There's no need for this tonight," Qi Jin whispered, her face buried in his arms as she spoke, "It didn't help just now, and it doesn't make sense to make it up now... That's fine."
These are all excuses.
In fact, if possible, he doesn't want to use anything, and wants to experience that person in the most direct way. It's just that the first time I suffered, I knew how painful it was before I gave in. He had just been assisted by water, and the process of entering was still somewhat difficult, but Shen Yan was very patient and did not hurt him.
The second entry was very smooth, and I could feel the other person running through my body slowly, but I didn't feel any pain at all, and even... I don't know if it was because of the ingredients in the lubricant, and I still felt hot. Qi Jin groaned softly, panting against the man's shoulder, fully accepting him as a part of her.
He doesn't remember much of what happened after that.
He only knew that he gradually lost consciousness on the way, and when he woke up the next day, he finally tasted the personal lesson of tossing himself twice. , found a comfortable position in that embrace and quietly embraced each other to sleep.
Today, he is not going to get up early—
As for the text message that I plan to send to the channel director, I will send it when the person next to me wakes up... Because this decision is not just made by myself, but together in the name of two people.