Pei Tingsong was taken aback. He even felt that Fang Juexia was teasing him, but he was obviously a child with a temper.
"When did I get you dirty?" he asked confidently.
"You just, just leaned on me, you are so heavy," Fang Juexia said incoherently, as she said, she grabbed the hem of her pink strawberry wine and pulled it up to show him, "Look, here, It's dirty here."
It turned out to be this...
"Will you take off the dirty clothes?" Pei Tingsong lifted his hem and helped him to take off his T-shirt, like a kid, "Let's not wear the dirty clothes."
Fang Juexia imitated his words, and angrily threw his tops on the ground, "No more." After that, he looked down at himself again. After watching for a long time, without raising his head, he was serious. .
"What are you looking at?" Pei Tingsong felt strange, and leaned over.
I saw that he was widening his eyes, staring at a hickey on his chest, which was a bit purple.
But Fang Juexia didn't think it was a hickey, and he felt that it was a piece of soil here, so he let out a groan that was similar to questioning, and then rubbed it with his fingers, rubbing it quite hard, and it was red after a few strokes, "This, This is dirty too."
Seeing him like this, Pei Tingsong found it funny and cute, and raised his hand to admit honestly, "This is also what I soiled."
"What to do?" Fang Jue Xia pursed her mouth, her beautiful eyes are extremely innocent, "It can't be wiped clean..."
Pei Tingsong caught his wiping hands and leaned to his chest, "Don't worry, baby, I'll lick it clean for you."
After speaking, he stretched out his tongue and licked the hickey that had been planted on this snow-white chest a few days ago, with the tip of his tongue spinning gently.
"Yeah..." Fang Juexia had a strange feeling that couldn't be concealed. Her chest was itchy, and his heart was itchy. He couldn't scratch, and he was anxious. Pei Tingsong began to kiss him again, from the hickey to his pink nipple, it was very beautiful, his lips were held in his tongue, and the tip of his tongue whirled around the small bulge, and from time to time he pressed his erect nipple, feeling He was shaking all over.
He stretched out his hand to embrace Fang Juexia's lower waist and stroked his smooth back, but his strokes did not have any soothing effect, but instead made Fang Juexia more restless. His humming sound became more pronounced, not the same as when he was awake. Alcohol made him honest, opened his mouth like a kiss, poured desire into his heart, and spread it out again.
"Uncomfortable..."
Pei listened to the song a little, and gently rubbed his stiff nipple with fingers instead of lips and tongue, pretending to ask unknowingly, "Where is it uncomfortable?"
He looked at the drunk Fang Juexia very closely, blushing, with his mouth open, like a young chick waiting to be fed.
This is a bit cruel, watching the posture of a flower in full bloom.
Fang Juexia followed his hand to his chest, and the other side he hadn't taken care of, and said vaguely, "Here...and here." He took Pei Tingsong's hand down.
He is half hard.
"Want to kiss, Pei Tingsong, will you kiss me?" He begged expectantly, eyes wet.
Pei Tingsong pushed the boat along and rubbed his underside, then stopped, "Please."
The drunk Fang Juexia had almost no ability to think, he could only express.
"I beg you."
Pei Tingsong got his wish and kissed him. It was an aggressive kiss. The tip of the tongue pried away the shell teeth and went to the softest and deepest part to entangle Fang Juexia's wet tongue. The sweetness of strawberry and alcohol made him dizzy.
When love is too hard to give up, even kisses ecstasy.
Fang Juexia was softened by his kiss and hummed vaguely like a small animal. His mind became very small. His best at school age was imitating, so he also learned to lick and kiss each other like Pei Tingsong, and his hot and humid tongues stirred each other. , Kiss until the sound of groans and the sound of water come and go, like the waves.
Pei Tingsong didn't intend to let him live so well, so he forcibly pulled away and deliberately said, "Enough."
"Not enough!" Fang Juexia hugged him, turned over and pressed Pei Tingsong underneath, and forced a kiss. Pei Tingsong was a little bit overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, "Goodbye, wait a minute."
"Don't wait!" Fang Juexia lowered his head and kissed him. Pei Tingsong could only follow his will, softening his tongue and lips and swollen, until he kissed him and fell on his body, becoming a pool of melted away. Strawberry smoothie, only syrup left
Stick to the chest.
It was too hot, and Pei Tingsong was already hardened by him. He stretched his arm to the bedside table and opened the bottom cabinet.
I brought a part of the kit and lubricant from the apartment before. At that time, I joked that I must do it on Fang Juexia's bed. At that time, Fang Juexia said that he did not agree, but Pei Tingsong still secretly hid it in the bottom drawer of him.
Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.
"Dear, kiss me quickly."
After finally getting the lubricant, Pei Tingsong kissed him while hugging Fang Juexia to himself, taking off his pants, lying naked on his chest like a baby, kneeling with his legs apart on his crotch. They are like two weird people who are so thirsty that they can only live on each other's saliva. When kissing, they seem to be comforting and nibbling.
Pei Tingsong rubbed his buttocks, and his other hand touched his collapsed back affectionately, making a sound when he touched him. Unable to see clearly, he squeezed the lubrication onto Fang Juexia's tail vertebrae, the translucent greasy liquid dripped down the hip gap, his fingertips wrapped in honey and rubbed the acupuncture points.
"... Huh?" Fang Juexia felt something, as if she had a lucid illusion for a while, feeling in a daze that she was going to be eaten. Pei Tingsong kissed his lips, "I'm going in, baby."
He seldom calls Fang Juexia baby in bed, but he looks like a baby when he is drunk, which even deepens Pei Tingsong's guilt.
But he likes guilt.
"You call me baby..." Fang Juexia said foolishly, "Who is your baby?"
"Je Xia is my baby." Pei Tingsong kissed him and stuffed another one, so that Fang Juexia twisted up like a snake, rubbing Pei Tingsong's penis underneath his pants.
"Don't move, be good." Pei Tingsong expanded his right hand and held his back with his left hand to fix it, coaxing, "Is it okay to call you bb?"
The mother tongue always has some special feelings, which will evoke the greatest emotions.
He subconsciously felt that he was really Pei Tingsong's baby, he would be held in his palm and kissed to melt.
Fang Juexia liked this name very much. When he was lying on his body and was stuck with three fingers and was out of breath, he still mumbled, "bb, I'm bb."
"Yes, you are the best bb, you are the most beautiful, the most obedient..."
Fang Juexia had never been so uncomfortable. He looked like he was drowning, and he seemed to be seriously ill. His body was empty, hot, hot, and itchy. So he twisted, wanting to rub Pei Tingsong skin-on-the-skin, his hand casually tugged at his clothes, pulled Pei Tingsong's pants, soft hands holding the hot and swollen sex organs, Fang Juexia was a little scared again.
As soon as he let go, Pei Tingsong saw the panic on his face and deliberately asked him, "bb, what did you find?"
After asking, he just found the sensitive spot of the damp tunnel, scratched it lightly, "What is it?"
Fang Juexia shuddered, leaned on his chest, grabbed the skirt of his chest like a child, and gave a very childish answer, "Little chicken..."
Pei Tingsong suddenly became unhappy, his temples jumped, and he wanted to push him into it, but he still held back, holding Fang Juexia's hand to touch his penis, "Is it small?"
Fang Juexia said honestly, "It's not small, it's big."
"Is that a big dick?"
Fang Juexia snorted when he poked, but he nodded obediently, "Well, big dick."
"Want to eat?" Pei Tingsong slowly scratched his G-spot. This kind of induction is always effective, so Fang Juexia nodded. He didn't know how to eat or what to eat, but what Pei Tingsong said was like a curse. , Is the teaching of respect and respect, and is an order that cannot be disobeyed.
The drunk’s memory was confused, and there was a shuffled card in his mind. He suddenly drew one and thought of it and said, “You say, it’s fair, you say we’re all one at a time, you kiss me, and I’m going to kiss. go back."
Suddenly saying this, Pei Tingsong nodded, "Yes."
"You, you pressed me under and bullied me many times," Fang Juexia's eyes were red, "I haven't, and I don't want to go back..."
As soon as the voice fell, Pei Tingsong picked him up, "This will let you bully back, you are up there, bully me as you want, okay?"
The tiger's mouth that had been bitten by Fang Juexia more than once now pinched his waist, and the bedside lamp shone on his snow-white skin, shining brightly, as if what he was holding was not a body thirsty for love, but a hot moonlight.
The moonlight is cold, but it also belongs to the night, and it is even more beautiful if it is covered with a moan of eroticism.
"Ah, ah..." Fang Juexia's body was stretched, and he slowly ate his lover into his stomach.
The moon is a hole in the night, and so is he. He is a lollipop with a white stick removed, and his crystal-clear body is empty, with only an eye left. So he asked Pei Tingsong to come in and compensate him like the original owner.
This candy will come alive and melt.
Without energy, he leaned back, the shape of his lover protruding from his white belly. He is a weird and erotic living porcelain.
This is the first time he is sitting, so free. This was also the first time he had made love childishly and had no scruples. Alcohol made him uncontrollable. He screamed when he was uncomfortable, and shed tears when he wanted to cry, "Go up... Pei Ting Song..."
Pei Tingsong endured sweating on his forehead, supported his waist and lifted his body to kiss him, "It will be well soon, just a kiss, right?"
Fang Juexia nodded, tears still streaming down, like a child who was afraid of pain, the birthmark was too red, "uncomfortable...inside..." Pei Tingsong couldn't help it, holding his waist with both hands and ramming inward, "How about this? Are you comfortable?"
He was bumped into screaming, no matter what he said, Pei Tingsong was faintly worried, maybe the door opened in the next moment, and their teammates came back and saw Fang Juexia riding on him, seeing them like two-haired beasts in love. Mate like that. But this worry turned out to be a catalyst to stimulate hormones at this moment.
After fiddled with it a lot, Pei Tingsong was sucked into his scalp by his mouth below, and it was numb, too tender, too tight, his lower back and abdominal muscles were tight, happy and uncomfortable, "bb, don't you want to bully me?" Do you come by yourself?"
What he said was tempting. Fang Jue Xiaman's mind is fair and bullying.
Yes, he wants to bully and go back.
"Yeah..." Fang Juexia supported Pei Tingsong's chest with one hand, and the other hand supported his protruding hipbone back. His body was slightly lower back, and his stretched neck had a fragile beauty. His waist swayed back and forth like water, and he couldn't tell whether it was the dancer's instinct or pure desire. The sharp weapon buried in his body grinds the most sensitive point hard, making the desire more and more rampant, "Ah... ah, good. Comfortable… "
"Baby, Juexia," Pei Tingsong supported his waist and shook it twice in great joy, tempting him to call her husband.
"Ah, uh...husband..."
He is the most subtle combination of innocence and licentiousness.
The swing of the waist became bigger and bigger, just like his groaning. The poor penis in front of Fang Juexia finally stood up under the stimulation of the back acupuncture point, and with the waist swing, the front dripped with sexual fluid.
He became a cracked honeypot, dripping honey.
"Ah, husband, I'm so uncomfortable, no more, no more..."
Feeling the corridor tightening suddenly, Fang Juexia lost strength and slumped on him. Pei Tingsong knew that he had orgasm, so he hugged him tightly with his arms and moved from the bottom up to the extremely sensitive wet nest. Every sound
The end sound of the low breath is mixed with the sound of gasping, and the sex feels exploded.
They were indeed about to explode, rubbing, and the friction wrapped in mucus put the pleasure to infinity. The sound of water and groans flooded in the middle of the night. Fang Juexia was nailed to him and thrown into the clouds. The only place where they were connected was turned out of powdery flesh. And Bai Mo, he is alive, and is about to die.
"Too deep, too deep... Listen to Song, listen to Song..."
In the blur, he repeatedly called Pei Tingsong's name, full of anger, lustful and soft, Pei Tingsong turned him down, changed his posture and inserted him deeper, raised his long legs on his shoulders, and made a violent gesture. Playing tricks, thrusting, listening to his childish crying, the child asks for a hug, and then ejaculates, returning all the accumulated desires to his lover.
His lover who is rarely naive
At the end, Pei Tingsong's cell phone rang like a coincidence. It was the alarm clock he had set. It was one minute short of twelve in the morning to remind him not to forget to bless him on the first second of his birthday.
The original plan was well thought out, he would like adolescent boys to pinch points to send blessings to the people he likes.
But now the person he likes is in his arms, drunk drunk, and he cried, Pei Tingsong patted his back to coax him, "Baby, happy birthday, you are one year older."
Fang Juexia's eyelids were a little swollen, and when he looked up at him, the trembling feeling had passed, but he was still talking, "Birthday, birthday, my birthday."
"Yes, your birthday." Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark, "Thank you for coming to this world and letting me meet you."
"Then, are you my present?" Fang Juexia looked at him, pursing her lips.
Pei Tingsong didn't expect him to say this, he was a little bit worried, "Really? Can I count it as a gift?"
"You can." Fang Juexia nodded earnestly, "Because I like you, you, you are better than any other gift."
He hugged Fang Juexia, just like he hugged the whole world.
No, better than the whole world.
Fang Juexia was so tired that she fell asleep soundly after being coaxed for a while. When he slept well enough, Pei Tingsong got up gently and brought hot water to help him clean it, as carefully as he treated the most precious porcelain. When he was almost done, he hugged him horizontally and carried him to his room, letting him sleep on his clean bed.
The smell in Pei Tingsong's quilt made Fang Juexia feel at ease. He didn't struggle much, so he adapted to this new dream cocoon.
The young master who had to rely on Fang Juexia's help in making the bed is now very good at taking care of others.
Finding out the new bedding and making it up, Pei Tingsong was too tired to move the baby bumps back, so he went straight back to his room and got into the bed that Fang Juexia had warmed up.
He thought a lot of lies to deal with the questions of his teammates tomorrow. Anyway, Fang Juexia was drunk, and everything could be pushed on him.
Little Moon, who didn't even know it after carrying the pot, felt Pei Tingsong get in, and turned over and hugged him obediently. The two leaned on each other, sinking into a dream.
Pei Tingsong overestimated the self-control of his teammates. When he woke up, there was no one in the dormitory. He guessed that they probably couldn't walk around drinking, and slept directly in the luxurious box.
At eight o'clock in the morning, it was a good time to go back to sleep, but Pei started listening to song.
He has more important things to prepare than sleep.
At noon, Fang Juexia, who was extremely tired, woke up in a daze. He was still surprised that he felt he was being held when he slept, so he would wake up by himself.
He is dreaming.
After a while, he realized that the pattern of the bed sheet was unfamiliar, and he was on Pei Tingsong's bed. She was a little confused at first, but then Fang Juexia thought of everything, she couldn't help but got up in a panic with her face hot and numb.
This time his waist was particularly sore, Fang Juexia was uncomfortable walking, and she walked back slowly with her slippers.
"Pei Ting Song?"
No one responded to him, the dormitory seemed to be empty, and even if the others, Pei Tingsong was not there. He called again, but no one answered.
His sheets were on the balcony of the living room. No one else would do this except Pei Tingsong. Guessing that he might go shopping at this point, or he might be called away by Brother Qiang, Fang Juexia decided to wash first.
So Fang Juexia walked back to her room, and when she pushed the door, the curtain on the balcony was stirred by the wind, like a huge white curtain, with a herbaceous breath coming in, and she threw Fang Juexia's face.
The phone vibrated a few times, and Fang Juexia walked over and saw a lot of birthday greetings, familiar people and unfamiliar people, their names all flooded into this small screen all at once.
Fang Juexia responded to thank you one by one, and finally saw Xiaowen's WeChat.
[Xiaowen: Jue Xia! happy Birthday! By the way, Brother Qiang asked you to post on Weibo, just thank you everyone! ]
He replied, so he logged into Weibo and said that he would like to thank you. He really sent a thank you everyone. After posting, I wanted to quit, but my finger slid subconsciously and refreshed the homepage.
I accidentally saw a media that I paid attention to before and sent a message about the anniversary.
[@一闻平台: Today is June 26, International Anti-Drug Day. Cherish life and stay away from drugs. ]
Fang Juexia stared at this short line of words, carefully read it for a long time, then clicked on the attached picture, and then turned off the picture.
Such a coincidence seems to be destined by heaven.
But at least, he no longer feels that these two words are so piercing and so frightening as in the past, and there will always be a bit of irony, but it is not impossible to face.
[@Kaleido方觉夏: Repost Weibo. ]
This is the first time that he forwarded what he wanted to forward without being urged by his agent.
He will always remember.
The room was dull, feeling a little breathless. Fang Juexia was used to opening the curtain during the day to let it air out, so this time, too, but when he opened the curtain suddenly, he froze in place.
His little garden was full of snow-white eustoma. On the branches of jasmine, gardenias and spider plants, so are geraniums and pansies, all of them look like snowdrifts.
A single eustoma blooms on the straight cactus.
Fang Juexia picked them up one by one, and finally harvested a whole bouquet of snow-colored bouquets. The last one was resting on the cactus. He squatted down and saw an extra bow on the cactus flowerpot, which looked like a small gift.
Only then did he discover that there was a big dark blue box behind the cactus, which was huge and hidden among the flowers. He removed the cactus and opened the lid. On the top was a white book.
When Fang Juexia turned it over, he saw the first page with the words Happy Birthday written on it, which was his most familiar handwriting, beautiful and public. Turning in again, it turns out that every piece in it is Pei Tingsong's handwriting, and one by one is a poem he has written.
He said that he should give everything to him.
Fang Juexia's heart was suddenly full, and she didn't even dare to look closely, closing the page. He thought of the afternoon at the hotel, Pei Tingsong told the story of his grandfather. He said that he had written a whole unsuccessful love poem.
Now Pei Tingsong has done the same thing. He really sorted out all the words and sentences that he had written for him, and gave it to him as a gift. Inside are his talents, his longings and desires late at night.
There was a small box under the book, which contained a small USB flash drive. Fang Juexia recognized that this was his own USB flash drive, the one he had stored the demo at the time, and it was snatched by Pei Tingsong.
Feeling a little strange, Fang Juexia took it out, walked to the table, put the bouquet and poems on the table, turned on the computer, and opened the contents of the USB flash drive.
The file name is [to:fjx]
This is a video. The material in the video seems to be some years old. At the beginning, it was a two or three-year-old child sitting in the garden. The sun was so good that he squinted his eyes.
Fang Juexia heard an elderly voice calling him Xiaosong, the child turned his head, raised his immature fist, and called out grandpa. His eyes were crooked with a smile, and they were as cute as a crescent.
It turned out to be Pei Tingsong when he was a child. Seeing this scene, Fang Juexia's heart was about to melt, she unconsciously moved closer, staring at the child intently.
As if this way he participated in his past.
The background sound is soft music. He saw the house where Pei Tingsong lived when he was a child. It was very beautiful. He saw the swimming pool where rainbow trout had been drowned, and he watched him thickly wrapped on the dead branches in winter. Stepped on, laughed childishly, and rode on grandpa's neck in midsummer, stretched out his little hand to pick apricots.
With one hand, it's all sunshine.
Those times that he felt missed were all sorted out by him and put here.
Fang Juexia's heart collapsed a little bit, as if the child stepped on the tip of his heart, soft. In a daze, he heard his heartbeat, not from his chest, but from his ears. The background music has changed, adding to his sampled heartbeat.
He saw the picture of Pei Tingsong growing up a little bit, from a very small child to a teenager, every moment of change is recorded, in this video, but he is cut out and placed here. Repeated.
It's all I love you, and every sentence is reflected in the heartbeat.
When he was a child, he sweetly said that he loved you, probably to his grandfather. There are also some pranks when he grows up, he uses his accent, deliberately makes things funny, and when he is sad, when he is wronged, and when he does not consciously read a sound while reading.
In the end, when he was a teenager, he was lying in front of the white sickbed, his shoulder blades propped up his empty shirt. He was crying, fingers clenched the sheets tightly, and said the last sentence I love you.
The screen suddenly turned black, leaving only the heartbeat in the background sound resonating with Fang Juexia.
Fang Juexia suddenly realized that she was in tears.
"I love you." He suddenly heard a confession. It was a completely different voice from before. It was not a young child's voice, nor was it a fragile and confused teenage voice. It was a mature man, whom Fang Juexia was familiar with.
He spoke of love in a deep and gentle voice, over and over again in the dark picture.
This situation made Fang Juexia think of his darkness, safety and warmth, and every word of love collided with his heartbeat, making him even more sore.
The subconscious inertial timing told Fang Juexia that he had said I love you 22 times in total.
The screen suddenly lit up, and Pei Tingsong's smiling face appeared in front of him, so beautiful, it was a face that should be loved by everyone.
But his eyes only looked at him, with the most frank and ardent love.
"Jexia, I wish you a happy 23rd birthday."
Finally, he said it the 23rd time.
"I love you."