It's not too long, it's a kiss after all, like entering a relatively static parallel time and space.
Zheng Siqi has no experience in love, and Qiao Fengtian knows very little about it. The two rely almost entirely on instinct. Embrace instinctively, entangle instinctively. Qiao Fengtian thought that he was going to keep groping around in a dazzling way. Until he was pushed to the bed by Zheng Siqi, and he leaned back into his warm mattress all of a sudden, his whole body was gently smeared by his scent.
Qiao Fengtian felt reminded - that should be the next step.
"you… "
Zheng Siqi put his knees on the bed, leaned over and pressed Qiao Fengtian, staring at each other condescendingly. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and lifted the hem of Qiao Fengtian's clothes with the other. Qiao Fengtian shivered uncontrollably when a gleaming white was exposed from the waistline to the navel to the neatly arranged ribs. He stared at each other's chest, raised his hand and held Zheng Siqi's hot wrist with the tiger's mouth.
"Wait a minute, I'm not ready..."
Qiao Fengtian's flat to almost sunken abdomen is beautiful. Compared with the public aesthetics, after all, it is necessary to have a little smooth and smooth muscle lines to be called good-looking. But he is white, not a stern white like snow, but smooth and warm, like a lake of milk solidified and overexposed in the camera, the bones looming in the breath are the rocky bottom of the lake. The navel is a hasty imprint left by people who can't help the temptation and hook a piece of taste with their fingertips.
Zheng Siqi couldn't look at the charming places further up; since Qiao Fengtian showed hesitation, he couldn't act arbitrarily, and he must be the most important. Although his breathing was still uneven, Shensi withdrew his hand.
"sorry."
Zheng Siqi pulled up the hem of Qiao Fengtian's clothes, leaned into Qiao Fengtian's side, and then kissed his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, and the corners of his mouth.
Qiao Fengtian's refusal was deeper than the subconscious, not so much unwilling, but rather a blank space under the swift and violent force, panicking. After thinking about it after calming down, Qiao Fengtian regretted it, felt distressed, and annoyed why the other party wanted it just now, but he didn't dare to give it. He didn't believe that he didn't dare to reveal everything to him, and he couldn't help but silently complained about the other party in his heart - why don't you be tougher, you have to go one step further, and I can't hide.
I really became yours.
This kind of tactful, self-contradictory thoughts, there is no way to say the hesitation is black and white, it is really only in love.
Qiao Fengtian then took the initiative to turn his head and kissed Zheng Siqi's mouth.
"Do you actually mind, uh, kissing?" Qiao Fengtian asked him.
Zheng Siqi rubbed Qiao Fengtian's earlobe and smiled, and said in a low voice, "Your mouth is about to be bitten by me, what do you think?"
"Then why do we have to pretend to be reserved for so long..."
"Because we are two fools."
It's really painful, but it's unbearable. Zheng Siqi held down Qiao Fengtian's shoulder again, and he kissed again for the first time.
So he forgot to say what happened next, and Qiao Fengtian also forgot to ask.
Zheng Siqi eats that person's vinegar very much. But on the one hand, he has his own knowledge and quality, and has the equipment and vision that has been affirmed and even admired by others. These things are bound and bound, and they cannot be taken off like the clothes they are wearing. People are about to turn adult's age, new self-esteem, self-confidence, self-timidity, inferiority complex grow to bloom, lie and break their promises, or Gu Zuoyan him, specious, can no longer be as sharp as a child, not implicated. Vinegar can be eaten accidentally as a joke, but it must not be eaten often.
This is objective, that is, cliché.
So subjective, Zheng Siqi didn't want to intervene too much in Qiao Fengtian's independent relationships. He wanted to live in the other person's heart for a long time and work hard and water it, but he never thought of becoming the core of his top priority, forcing him to revolve around him again and again. Falling in love is not about breaking oneself apart and kneading the powder, crushing the ground and smashing it into a tangle that is indistinguishable from you and me. It should be a common pink intersection under the premise of independent personality.
It is best to have a constant temperature all the year round, sparsely populated, smoke willows painted bridges, and swallows flutter on the screen windows. When you are tired, you can unload. Identity, occupation, interpersonal relationship, age and even gender, hide in chatting, pacing, holding hands, soothing, and healing. Life is a whole, and even if the world is hidden, it cannot be fully possessed.
Therefore, whoever Qiao Fengtian communicates with and who is friendly with him is fine. Although I can't guarantee that I will always be so open and unappetizing in my heart, at least I must do what he said before. He hoped that Qiao Fengtian would be free to control his life for no one in the future.
He didn't know what was in his heart, could Qiao Fengtian understand it
He believed he would understand.
Going forward, the atmosphere of love becomes stronger and stronger, and even makes people feel uncertain about this objective fact. Therefore, they often fall into the flickering and dullness of secret joy because of the jerky and immature emotional skills.
For example, when the morning light is dim, get up early. Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian both faced the large mirror in the bathroom in silence, rhythmically stroking the toothbrush in their mouths back and forth, but their eyes always wandered erratically to each other's hands and cheeks in the mirror. As soon as they caught sight of them, the two sides would deftly bounce off the touching gazes in an instant.
When they bowed their heads to rinse their mouths, their heads collided with each other by chance, and the two of them raised their heads in pain, frowning and staring at the snow-white toothpaste on the corner of each other's mouths, and at the same time they broke their skills and tilted their heads. Laugh.
In a relatively narrow space, the distance between the chest and the chest is only a few feet away. So I couldn't hold back, I put down my toothbrush and slowly hugged and kissed, fainting the acrid and slightly sweet taste between my lips and teeth. Toothpaste is new, a tube of lemongrass mint, shared.
Zheng Siqi held Qiao Fengtian's head with both hands, lowered his head to touch his lips, moved his left hand up and rubbed into the hair on his side, the other hand pressed against his cheek, his thumb rubbed under his plump earlobe, Rolling over the hole in his ear, he could feel a small growth. And to prevent Zheng Yu from getting up early and crashing a good thing, he even took the time to reach behind and locked the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
Qiao Fengtian was kissed by him from the corner of his mouth, all the way to his lips, and then to his chin. He couldn't help but raised his head, stretched his waist, stepped back half a step, and raised his heels. His hands followed Zheng Siqi's full chest, and he climbed up like a branch in the sky. The shorter one has to struggle more. Qiao Fengtian felt it was hard work, but he was happy. As long as he can get in touch with Zheng Siqi like this, no matter how hard it is, he is full of joy, pleasure and contentment.
Zheng Siqi moved some distance in the middle, rubbed the tip of his nose against Qiao Fengtian's forehead, and asked him in a deep voice, "Would you like to carry you to the stage?"
"Not good." Qiao Fengtian hooked his neck, reluctant to part with him.
"But you're so tired." Zheng Siqi smiled and rubbed the thin layer of soft flesh on his side waist maliciously, "Then I'll sit on the table and hug you and sit on my lap, okay?"
Qiao Fengtian's temple jumped, and the tip of his ear became hot—what kind of crazy idea!
"It's even worse, like a monkey."
Just as Qiao Fengtian was about to look up at Zheng Siqi's face, he said "hey", he suddenly hugged him in place, turned half body, and gently placed it on the countertop of the sink.
"Is it cold?"
Qiao Fengtian was supported by his lower back, wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
"Then go on."
Qiao Fengtian turned his face to the side, stared at him without saying a word, and then fiddled with Liu Hai's eyes and smiled, "Are you addicted?"
"That's right." Zheng Siqi raised his hand and glanced at his watch, leaned closer and whispered, "Kiss another ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?!" His mouth was rotten.
"Then fifteen minutes." He said more gently and deeply.
"I said you- umm."
Zheng Siqi leaned over and kissed again, much more violently than the previous time. Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but "hmm", and when he raised his hand to touch the beard on the back of the other's neck, he found that the tip of his tongue was constantly poking forward. Qiao Fengtian was licked by him tossing the lip bead between the peaks of his lips, both like soothing and seducing, so he couldn't help opening his mouth for him, open and hopeful.
Zheng Siqi is not as restrained and introverted as he himself in some respects, and it is not always easy to control kisses. He was eager to explore the depths of Qiao Fengtian's innermost being, and he was reluctant to bear the hardships he had to endure, so he was half-in and half-retreat, maximizing the rhythm and intensity.
He likes what Qiao Fengtian likes. If he can be recklessly seized and plundered, he actually doesn't know how to fully possess this person and how long it will take. In addition to kissing and making love, is there any way to maximize the blending between people? he does not know.
The tip of Zheng Siqi's tongue is like crossing mountains and seas, coming from a long distance, and now he is swaying and wandering in front of his former lover's room. Hesitatingly buttoned the door, the door opened, he nodded politely, and the tip of his tongue gently reached Qiao Fengtian's warm mouth; he tentatively touched and licked his upper jaw, like taking off his hat in salute. The owner of the house stood there and took a step forward quietly, followed by Qiao Fengtian's tongue. The moment when I had no intention of overlapping with Zheng Siqi's tongue, a mysterious and wonderful sensation surged into the heavenly spirit in an instant, like a sentence, "It's you" that can't be restrained from trembling after years of goodbye.
"En-" Qiao Fengtian leaned back, piercing Zheng Siqi's black hair with his five fingers.
The old homeowner, the identity metaphor is inappropriate, and the emotions are common.
At the moment of hugging tightly, I understood whether this life is good or not, right or wrong, it is not very important, it is nothing compared to this moment, now, you and I truly have each other; Zheng Siqi and Qiao Fengtian's tongues are constantly entangled with each other fiercely. , the moist and sticky tip of the tongue, the slightly rough surface of the coating, the soft and fullness of the base of the tongue, all the same perceptions are inseparable and inseparable. Still his.
The two's breaths gradually became heavy and hurried, out of order, and their lips were pressed together and shallowly separated, apart and close to each other, tossing left and right, and then they pressed their foreheads to each other and stared at each other, breathing softly and disorderly, and after a while again Unable to restrain, they kissed each other again anxiously and lingeringly. Qiao Fengtian clings tightly to Zheng Siqi's neck, and Zheng Siqi's palm strokes upward along Qiao Fengtian's clear ridge.
Ten minutes in the theory of relativity are just a blink of an eye between lovers.
"It's really swollen when it's over, it's super obvious."
Qiao Fengtian supported the table with one hand, frowning and leaning towards the mirror. Zheng Siqi stood behind him, helping him with his messed up hair.
"If someone asks, you say it's spicy."
Qiao Fengtian couldn't help but laugh, rubbed the corners of his lips and turned his head to look at him, the curved mouth was full and plump, with a layer of saffron red, "Who can believe it, my brother, you don't even talk about being a human being. Are you in love?"
"Believe it or not." Zheng Siqi smiled around him from behind, tilted his head and sipped gently on his right cheek, "Good morning."
Qiao Fengtian pressed the tip of his nose, and the smell of the other party was slowly opening.
"Good morning to you too, Mr. Zheng."