Shen Yan opened her eyes in a trance. The choking sound of the man on the shoulder was like a soft thorn, stabbing in his heart.
"Don't cry..."
He said his voice was hoarse. The body temperature was too high, and the vocal cords seemed to be slowly scorching along the way, and every word had the smell of burns.
When he said that, his palm lightly supported the back of Qi Jin's head and pressed hard against him. He heard Qi Jin let out a weak "um", his face buried on his chest slowly rubbed a few times, but his shoulders were still shaking, his right hand grabbed his back almost pleadingly, causing a burning pain.
Shen Yan frowned, panting for a while, still clasping the back of Qi Jin's neck with her hands, and at the same time pushing forward slowly and repressedly.
There is a kind of illusion that an iron chisel is knocked into a wooden stake by an iron hammer—
Hard, yet blunt.
Very blunt, but without leaving a little leeway, tenaciously occupied all.
"woo..."
Qi Jin was already a little unconscious, and was breathing rapidly like a lack of oxygen.
But what came from the depths of his throat was not just breathing, but also intermittent syllables he had never heard before. Every syllable seemed to rise to the surface from a depth of several feet, damp and cloudy, with the intoxicating potency of anesthesia.
"Shen Yan..."
His sanity couldn't tell whether he was resisting or inviting.
His body understood it.
When a person reacts instinctively to pain, he will push the other person unconsciously, but instead he will hug him tighter and tighter—even, biting his lip to restrain his cry, slowly separating his legs to cater to that person's movements. Although without any preparation, the process is very difficult.
Shen Yan had to stop for a moment, her eyes were closed, she just gasped.
He bent down, and the line on his back was like a slowly bending steel bar, showing a high degree of tension and oppression. Qi Jin's hand could clearly feel the violent ups and downs on his shoulder blades. It probably hurts too - the rhythm of breathing is completely disordered, and even a thin layer of sweat begins to ooze from the back.
Qi Jin thought drowsily, and moved her body involuntarily, trying to find a less sad posture.
With such a movement, the embedded thing was also affected.
Qi Jin shuddered and regained consciousness for a moment.
His toes curled up slightly because he was clearly aware that his body was accepting another person. He couldn't help but want to bring his knees together, trying to bury his shame at the moment. But the huge sense of presence and coercion under him abruptly resisted him, and the spine seemed to be overcharged from bottom to top, and even the pulsating tendons inside were carved out by a knife, and were slowly polished in his body. .
"… Well… "
The heart slammed into his chest, and the blood rushed to his forehead. Qi Jin's face was on fire for a while, and he couldn't help shrinking into a ball between the man's arms, and his fingers clasped his shoulders.
Shen Yan was pulled over by this action, gasped dully, and buried herself to the bottom.
"Wu-" I couldn't help but let out a sound, even though I had suppressed the pain inside to the lowest level.
Qi Jin took a deep breath.
He turned his head aside as if he had been drained of strength, and closed his eyes tightly. The contour line from the base of the ear to the collarbone bounced slightly under the light, and the sweat stained it golden. Looking down, it was as if a stranded fish was struggling in the shimmering waves of dusk.
… is it painful
It must be painful.
Shen Yan stretched out one hand and gently stroked that face.
"Qi Jin," his voice was hoarse, and at this moment he finally organized a complete sentence, "... If you want to push me away, now."
This sentence is spoken slowly, and every word is torment. Just like the beads of sweat dripping from the tips of his hair hit Qi Jin one by one, leaving a salty and bitter taste - the smell of pleading.
Hearing his question, Qi Jin slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes of the two were glued to each other.
His eyes were still red, the corners of his eyes were still wet, and his face was still a little pale because of the pain, but at this moment he suddenly smiled slightly.
The corners of the pair of eyes curved down slightly, forming a very beautiful arc. A teardrop the size of a bean gushed out when this action was completed, and fell silently between Shen Yan's fingers. The moist light on the surface of the eyes also sank into the temples along with the tears, just as their emotions were overflowing now.
There is also a piece of tape on Shen Yan's finger.
Tears penetrated from the edge of the tape, and the salt gradually seeped into the wound, causing a little pain.
At this time, Qi Jin turned his head to the side, his cheeks rubbed silently on the rough surface of the tape, his lips rubbed his wrists, then his palms and fingers, and finally found the place where the knife wound was at that time, like a Licking the wounded cat, the tip of the tongue slowly circled around the knuckles under the tape.
"If, if you want to continue... now."
When he let go, Qi Jin replied.
The answer is obvious - in fact, the answer was already decided when the other party entered his heart.
The so-called willpower, the so-called judgment, the so-called endurance.
It doesn't make any sense anymore.
Shen Yan took a deep breath.
His hand fell to Qi Jin's forehead, gently stroked the hair there, and pressed Qi Jin's head back firmly to the pillow.
Following this movement, Qi Jin leaned back and slightly arched her lumbar spine. At that moment, Shen Yan pressed down and hugged him tightly. She held up his hip bone with both hands, bullied her body, and began to twitch under great restraint.
Because he raised his head, Qi Jin's Adam's apple stood out in the light. Whenever he was extremely thirsty and swallowed gently, it would move up and down. Shen Yan lowered his head and bit it without saying a word, his teeth were harder than ever before. , so that Qi Jin whimpered in pain, gasping for breath and backing up on the pillow.
But Shen Yan was one step ahead of him, holding the edge of the bed firmly with one hand, her body pressing forward under the traction of her arm, still advancing firmly.
"what… "
Qi Qin's mind was blank, and his eyes were dazzling. All his perceptions were concentrated in the place where they combined with each other. Unconsciously, his right hand slipped off Shen Yan's shoulder and landed heavily on the side of the pillow. The numbness of the loss of resistance can only hold the corner of the pillow tightly.
The pain at first had faded away, replaced by a distinct, sharp feeling of being penetrated by a man.
Pain is still pain, but I want to be more thoroughly possessed by the other party.
I was still crying, but the tears I had shed because of the pain had dried up, and the choking sound had stopped. A pair of eyes were slightly sore, and the flowing light swirled back and forth on the surface of the eyes, imprinting the man in front of him in the middle without reservation. There is more of a lingering taste than those gushing tears.
"Shen Yan..." During the rhythm, he suddenly called out the name hoarsely.
Shen Yan raised her eyes in response, and while panting, she leaned in gently and kissed the place between his eyebrows. A very sympathetic kiss.
"Shen Yan," he said, "I, like... you."
Sentences are fragmented because of the intertwining of the body, but they are more infatuated than ever. Shen Yan didn't answer, just groped with his left hand and grabbed his hand that was holding the pillowcase, breaking his fingers apart one by one, and then took the palm of his hand after it was completely loose, and finally intertwined his fingers.
The lives of the two seem to be tightly intertwined at the moment when their fingers are intertwined.
On the lonesome early winter night, the surroundings were so quiet that they could hear the slightest sound—and they were already very sensitive to sound.
The heavy breathing of the two people, the friction between the fabrics, and the subtle creaking of the bed board as they collided over and over again, the sound and the sound were intertwined, as if it had been amplified a hundred times. The sheets seemed to have gone through a turmoil, and were scrunched up, but every fold on it was a testament to their urgency to give themselves completely to another person for the first time.
Shen Yan's undressed body had the toughness of an adult man, and was stronger than Qi Jin imagined.
Sweat dripped from his sturdy outline, and a straight light streaked between the two of them, hitting Qi Jin one after another, and then being finely ground between the two limbs.
Hair is also wet.
The roots of the hair have been soaked in a layer of sweat, and the light is attached to it. When the other party's hand slowly moves along the trajectory of the hair, the wet black and gold are intertwined with each other like reeling silk. The texture of the hair is like thinly waxed, showing a bewitching luster.
Shen Yan buried her head on the side of Qi Qin's neck, and the tip of her hair just touched the skin there. Whenever he takes a deep puff. Give it away, those jet-black locks of hair will be swept across the throat line of the purlins, and a strong desire is raised under each strand of hair. Fire, connected into a sea of fire.
For Qi Jin, there is another sea beyond the sea of fire.
That sea is different.
In that sea, he turned into a ship that hit the rocks in a trance, unable to move forward or retreat. When the tide was raging, it slapped the side of the ship again and again, and pushed the hull to the reef, feeling faint pain. He was powerless to struggle, so he could only drift with the current, sinking and floating on the crest of the swept waves as if he had collapsed.
However, it's not terrible.
In my heart, I knew very well that this sea... was originally my home.
When the last wave slammed hard, the hull finally shattered under the huge impact of the waves, opened itself, and the sea water rushed in and filled the original hull. Only then did I realize that the gradually calming sea was actually very warm—even, a little scorching hot, slowly flowing into the depths of the cabin.
After the tide receded, the wreck of the ship sank into the sand and became one with it. Everything returned to silence.
Because of the temperature difference between the front and rear, Qi Jin shivered slightly. Only then did he realize that there was no soft sea sand behind him, only messy sheets.
The process of separating the two is like a scene that has been slowed down ten times. From Shen Yan's hand letting go of his hand, stroking it down his waistline, to holding him on top of him, it's all so long and long. Considerate. Before she came out completely, Shen Yan pushed back lightly, and a moan of unknown meaning came out from Qi Qin's throat. Yin, slowly softened in his arms.
The sight that was once out of focus was finally focused back, and the blinding lights on the ceiling returned to clear colors and were quietly printed on the walls.
At this time, they were all wet and covered with a faint salty taste, and they really looked like people who had just been fished out of the sea.
Qi Jin gasped, lying softly on the bed, stretched out her arms and gently embraced Shen Yan, letting him rest his head under her shoulders naturally. The two figures were entangled like two balls of cloth soaked in water, and they were inseparable for a while, and there was no space to peel them off.
The tingling pain in the lower body turned into a dull pain, no longer obvious, but an inexplicable sense of loss filled my heart.
"...Shen Yan."
no answer.
"...Shen Yan." He called again hoarsely. His throat was too dry, and it was a little uncomfortable to speak, but calling out the name gave him peace of mind.
After a long time without a response, Qi Jin couldn't help raising his head, wanting to look at him.
At this time, something suddenly hit his neck, it was cool and wet, which made him stunned for a while. At first there were only one or two drops, and then it became denser and denser, and he finally realized that Shen Yan was crying.
Perhaps it was too much repression, the voice in the man's throat was a little sharp, and the dull choking was occasionally mixed with a violent choking. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say a word. He just held Qi Jin's arm tightly and refused to let go. Qi Jin felt a slight pain in his chest, and couldn't help but let him get as close to him as possible, giving him a sense of security that he could shelter from the wind and rain inside.
"Obviously it's me that hurts more, okay?"
Qi Jin was half joking, half soothingly whispering in his ear, without any reprimand.
Shen Yan did not speak from the beginning to the end. It's just that the hand that grabbed Qi Jin's arm moved, and after releasing it, he slowly walked around behind Qi Jin and gave him a bitter hug.
The corners of Qi Jin's raised lips slowly flattened, she stopped smiling, and suddenly hugged him back tightly.
Shen Yan's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she had received some permission. At this time, she really used a lot of strength to hold the man in front of her firmly. At the same time, tears burst out, but most of the time there was no sound. , just shaking his shoulders from time to time, burying his head against Qi Jin's neck, and kissing there tremblingly.
Qi Jin didn't do anything, just stroked his hair silently and waited silently.
When the trembling of the man's body finally stopped, Qi Jin asked softly, "Is it better?"
"...Well." Shen Yan's mood has stabilized now, but her throat is dry and sore, and the words between the words are still blurred when she gently sniffs her nose, "I'm sorry."
Qi Jin smiled and shook his head, kissed him on the forehead, and continued to patiently comb his wet hair with his fingers.
I just experienced double venting both physically and emotionally. I was very tired both physically and mentally. It was as if my whole body was hollowed out. Shen Yan's eyes were bewildered, and she slowly fell down, touching Qi Jin's skin.
"I, feel very empty." He whispered. Maybe it was because I had just cried, and my voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible if it wasn't so close.
"Empty?" Qi Jin rubbed his hair, buried half of his face in and smelled the familiar scent of shampoo.
"No," Shen Yan replied mechanically, "...it's a feeling of escaping."
It is a kind of hesitation that after escaping from somewhere, the front is blank, and I don't know how to continue. But at least I know that I am free, so I am calm and at ease—
"Escape? Who said that?" Qi Jin smiled like a lazy cat, gently hooked one of his fingers, pulled his entire palm to his chest, and traced his index finger across his palm from head to tail. A slender and long emotional line passed by, and his lips moved less than a centimeter away from his lips, "Now you are my person, don't try to escape in this life."
It is obvious that he is the one who is occupied, but he dares to make such a joke.
Shen Yan smiled faintly, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Okay."
Qi Jin was startled, and when he reacted, he whispered "idiot" in his ear, but his heart was beating wildly, and it was only at this moment that he realized the happiness of having another person in this world completely. Different from Shen Yan's sense of letting go, he felt that he was finally complete.
The moment Shen Yan entered him, it was as if a fragment that had been missing for many years had returned to his body, complementing him in the process of their mutual demands—probably the same for Shen Yan.
own puzzle.
Shen Yan's puzzle.
It turned out that only when the two pictures were connected together, all the previous mazes finally saw the whole situation and found the exit.
But Qi Jin is not in a hurry to go out, he prefers to slowly savor the tender moment when the two explore the road together.
Outside the window, everything was silent.
Time stagnated for a long time, and they never separated, and this narrow bed also gave them an excuse to embrace each other to sleep. The residual temperature has almost dissipated, but the bones are sour and numb, but there is a kind of sweet and soft feeling that the sugar has melted half after the high temperature.
"I'll take you to take a bath..." Shen Yan's tone returned to her usual gentleness, her fingers caressing Qi Jin's face gently.
"No," Qi Jin shook her head, closed her eyes, and whispered into his arms, "I like the smell of you on my body. At least... Until tomorrow morning, okay?"
It is both begging and coquettish.
Shen Yan was silent, and silently wiped his hand behind his ear, strayed into his black hair, lowered his head and kissed for a while. That is to say, but the bed they are in is a bit cramped, and they can't take care of them when they are distracted. Now they are conscious of lying together.
So he suggested: "Go back to the bedroom and sleep."
Qi Jin didn't answer, just meekly buried him in his arms and gave a soft "um", but she couldn't bear to move for a long time. Shen Yan didn't rush, and accompany him to listen to the passage of time silently.
Until Qi Jin suddenly asked, "Now... what time is it?"