An He quickly pulled his hand back and pointed at the pot, "It's ready to boil."
"Not yet," Na Chen smiled, slowly opened the jam bottle, added some passion fruit jam to the pot, and threw in two slices of lemon, "Whatever flavor you cook yourself,"
"It smells like rat poison," An He leaned over and watched, "My students drank it all. > Yawen Bar w·ww·.·"
"You put too many things in there," Na Chen crossed his arms and stared at the teapot on the induction cooker, "Just a little bit of each will be enough, like this."
"Do I need to stay here?" An He felt a little dizzy. He didn't feel anything when he was outside in the wind, but when he came back and was wrapped in the warm air, he felt a little weak and wanted to curl up on the sofa.
"I'll just watch," Na Chen glanced at him, "I like watching."
"What are you looking at?" An He was about to walk into the living room, but stopped after hearing this.
"I like to see everything," Na Chen turned around and took two chairs from the restaurant, "I like the kitchen, the kitchen where people are cooking."
"Really?" An He sat on the chair, and the two of them faced the induction cooker side by side.
"Besides boiling water, can you do anything else?" Na Chen took a long spoon and stirred the kettle gently. The pineapple cubes and small white fragrant fruit seeds were turning in the water, floating up and down.
"Cook noodles," An He thought for a moment and added, "Instant noodles."
"Do you have noodles? Instant noodles are fine," Na Chen smiled, "I'll cook noodles for you to try tomorrow morning."
"Nothing..." An He was a little depressed when he said this. Yes, he had nothing here, the refrigerator was empty, and the stove was always cold.
"It's okay, I'll go buy it." Na Chen licked the spoon and added a few grains of rock sugar into the pot.
"That's not nice, asking guests to make breakfast and bring food with them." An He leaned back in his chair.
Na Chen said nothing and continued to stare at the pot.
An He leaned lazily and said this casually, but the word "guest" still made him feel the invisible and intangible but omnipresent defense around An He that no one could break.
"Would you like to take a shower later?" An He asked, "You can't take a shower in the detention center, right?"
"Well," Nachen stared at the pot, "it's a detention center."
"I'll go run the water," An He stood up and went into the bathroom, raising his voice and asking him, "What happened that got you detained?"
"It's just speeding. The police will come to catch you every few months. I'm familiar with the police's faces." Na Chen listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, "Take a bath?"
"If you don't want to soak, take a shower," An He walked out, "I'll soak for a while."
"I want to soak." Na Chen grabbed An He's hand. An He's hand was soft, with long fingers. He pinched it gently and wanted to ask if they could soak together, but he didn't dare to say it because An He probably would refuse.
"Then let's take a bath." An He pulled his hand out, grabbed his shoulder, went back to the living room, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.
After the fruit tea was brewed, An He finally used the beautiful glass teacups that came with the pot.
Na Chen made fruit tea following normal steps, just throwing the prepared ingredients in, but the taste was completely different from what he made himself, and both smelled very fragrant.
Na Chen lay on the table, holding the glass in front of his nose and turning it in circles.
An He finished his cup without taking a sip, and kept turning the cup. An He put the cup down and was about to speak, but Na Chen suddenly looked at him and said, "What name did you save my number in your phone?"
"… wig," An He smiled, took the phone and placed it in front of him, "You change it."
Na Chen took the phone. The lock screen and desktop used the system's built-in pictures, which looked like flowing streams, splashes of water, leaves and so on. They looked uninteresting.
"Your phone is the same as the old man's. It's boring." Na Chen sighed and opened the phone book. The categories inside were also very serious: colleagues, classmates, friends, students, parents, takeaways...
Na Chen's own cell phone address book was not categorized. There were only a few numbers in total anyway, so all the numbers were piled together.
Looking at An He's classifications, he was a little hesitant, not sure which category he should be classified into, friend? Or... parent
After swiping back and forth several times, he saw that there was only one number in the unclassified list. His finger fell and clicked it.
wig.
"Why didn't I classify it?" Na Chen clicked on his own number, deleted the word "wig", typed a small word, and stopped again.
"I don't know which category it should be classified into." An He lit a cigarette and held it between his lips.
"Can I add a category for you?" Na Chen thought about it and deleted the small words again, typed the word "that", and deleted it again.
"Yeah, whatever." An He nodded.
Daqi. Nachen entered his name, added a category, put his number in this category, and handed the phone back to An He.
An He looked at the name and felt that Na Chen probably understood the meaning of the questions he had asked on the street before.
The new category is "The cutest". An He is delighted: "The cutest Da Qi?"
"Well," Na Chen took a sip of the fruit tea and pointed at his face, "Don't you think I'm cute?"
"Quite cute sometimes." An He glanced at him.
"When is it not cute?" Na Chen seemed a little unconvinced and tapped the cup a few times, "Tell me so I can refute it."
"When they can't speak," An He said slowly, "you have to know that puppies can correctly express their needs."
"I'm not a puppy," Na Chen narrowed his eyes and hooked his lips with his fingers, "I'm a little leopard."
An He quickly looked away.
"What do you usually do at night?" Na Chen smiled and turned to look at the TV. "Just watching TV?"
"Watch a movie, sleep, and take a bath." An He thought about it and had no idea how he spent the night. He just passed it in a daze and was bored.
"Does taking a bath count?"
"Yeah." An He nodded. Sometimes he would masturbate while taking a bath, which could be considered an evening activity.
"I thought you were going to the bar when you had nothing to do. I always run into you," Na Chen stood up and lay on the sofa, "Your sofa is so comfortable."
"Sometimes," An He went over and pulled his coat out from under him and threw it aside, "What about you?"
"I don't know," Nachen said, leaning his head on his arms, his voice a little muffled, "As long as the band is fine, I'm fine too, I'll stay here."
An He was silent for a while, then took a piece of white paper from the coffee table and put it on the table: "Can you draw?"
"I can draw matchstick figures," Na Chen tilted his head and showed one eye, "What for?"
"Let's play a little game," An He took a pen, "Draw a picture for me..."
"No," Na Chen interrupted him, suddenly sat up from the sofa and stared at him, "Do you want me to draw a house, tree and person? And then analyze my psychology?"
An He looked at him without saying anything, then smiled and put down the pen. >Ya Wen Bar w·ww=.=y=a·w`en=8=
He wanted Na Chen to paint the tree people in the room, but he overlooked the fact that Na Chen should be very familiar with these things because of his mother.
And he seemed very... resistant.
"Do you have any unworn clothes? I'm going to take a shower." Na Chen fell back on the sofa.
An He went into the bedroom and took out his own pajamas, and found a new pair of underwear for him. Na Chen went into the bathroom holding the clothes.
Just as An He was about to sit down, he came out of the bathroom again with a meaningful smile on his face: "Teacher An."
"Hmm?" An He responded, "The water is not hot enough?"
"It's hot enough," Na Chen raised his lips, "Can I open the laptop in the bathroom?"
An He sat down, picked up the remote control and changed the channel: "Yes, turn it on."
Na Chen went back to the bathroom and closed the door. An He took the remote control and changed the TV. He felt very happy watching the pictures jumping on the TV screen.
But before the happiness lasted long, he heard a sound coming from the bathroom that made his breathing slow down and his heart skip a beat.
"Fuck." An He cursed softly and glanced towards the bathroom.
I don't know if Na Chen did it on purpose, but he probably turned the volume of the movie up to the maximum, and the blood-stirring moans could be faintly heard through the crack in the door.
Although the TV was on the opera channel, An He's sensitive nerves, which had been nurtured by alcohol, still allowed him to clearly hear the sound amid the sound of gongs and drums.
"Daqi!" An He shouted in the living room, "Keep your voice down!"
The moaning sound in the bathroom suddenly became louder: "Ah... um..."
An He's hand holding the cup trembled a little, and the voice sounded like Na Chen's.
"…Psycho." An He sighed and stared at the TV.
His eyes stayed on the screen, but he didn't hear a word. All he heard was the constant panting and groaning coming from the bathroom, some of which he heard and some of which he probably imagined... Na Chen's voice.
Before long, he had no idea what was playing on the TV in front of him. He kept shaking Na Chen's body in the bathtub and his hand, which might be on some part of his body.
He closed his eyes, reached out and grabbed a cushion to hug, calmed himself down before opening his eyes again and randomly finding a channel that was replaying a skit that had been replayed for 1,800 times.
But he still felt somewhat uneasy. Although the fire in his body was under control within a certain range, it had never been extinguished.
Even when Nachen came out of the bathroom, he still couldn't get the cushion off his legs.
"Comfortable," Na Chen walked out wearing his pajamas without buttoning them, wiping his hair with a bath towel, "I changed the water for you, can I use this towel?"
An He glanced at him and turned away. If sight had substance, his sight would have circled around Na Chen's waist and abdomen for seven or eight times. "This is for me to wipe his feet."
"Bullshit," Nachen laughed, "just wipe your feet with a bath towel."
"Do you want to blow dry your hair? The hair dryer is on the table in my room," An He pointed to his bedroom, "Get it yourself."
"Anhe," Na Chen didn't go to the bedroom, but walked to his side, knelt down beside him, held his shoulders and gently pushed his hips against his arms, "Your stock here is quite heavy."
"Go blow-dry your hair." An He jumped up from the sofa. The itchy and tingling feeling quickly spread from his arms to his whole body. He ran into the bedroom to get his pajamas, and without paying any attention to Na Chen, he went straight into the bathroom.
The water in the bathtub had been changed, the laptop was still on, and the video was frozen on the bondage scene. He didn't even remember saving this movie, and he only watched those few usually.
He stared at the screen for a while, then reached out and clicked play. The unbridled moans and screams immediately filled the bathroom, echoing with the bathroom version of the mix.
An He slowly lay down in the bathtub with a feeling that was hard to tell whether it was revenge, demonstration or temptation, and leaned on the edge of the bathtub and looked at it.
The scene was quite exciting. Under normal circumstances, he would have taken action, but today he just leaned back and did nothing.
He didn't know whether Na Chen had done what he imagined just now, but he couldn't entertain himself in the bathtub when there were other people at home.
After watching for a few minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"What?" An He turned down the volume of his laptop and asked.
Fortunately, he didn't do anything. If he had, Na Chen would have been scared back by the two hits.
"Do you want me to help you?" Na Chen's laughing voice came from outside the door.
"No need." Anhe replied.
"That's too fake," Na Chen said with a smile, and lightly turned the door lock. "The door is not locked. I went in."
"If you dare to come in, I will castrate you." An He turned off the video and said in a cold voice.
The door made a click and was gently pushed open. Na Chen leaned against the door with a smile on his face: "Castration."
"Are you looking for death?" An He quickly changed from a semi-lying position to a sitting position.
Just when he pulled the towel and wanted to stand up and push Na Chen out, Na Chen had already entered the bathroom. He put his hand on his shoulder, pushed him back into the bathtub, and his hand moved down along his shoulder to his waist.
"Even if I'm castrated, I still have a mouth," Na Chen leaned close to him and whispered, "Do you want me to... help you?"
An He held his hand and looked at him.
Na Chen's still wet hair hung in front of his forehead, his eyes were a little unclear, and the heavy breathing on his face was full of temptation.
"Or?" Na Chen bent down and asked in his ear.
The bathroom was filled with warm and humid mist, and the air was wet, sticky and ambiguous when he breathed. The various gasps and moans from previous videos lingering in An He's ears teased his nerves.
He closed his eyes, hesitated for a few seconds, grabbed Na Chen's hand on his waist, and slowly pushed down.
Na Chen lowered his head and kissed him, sucking on his lips gently, rubbing his lower abdomen with his hand, then sliding down and holding it.
The warm water and the temperature of Na Chen's palm were just right. An He felt a little weak and sank slightly into the water.
Na Chen then moved down, kissing from his lips to his chin, then submerged himself in the water and gently bit his shoulder.
An He hummed softly, with an almost inaudible sigh, and touched Chen Hou's back.
Na Chen stood up, stepped into the bathtub without taking off his pajamas, knelt between his legs, and stroked his thighs with his hands.
"Damn, are you going to sleep naked later?" An He glanced at him.
"Sleeping naked is good for your little pussy. Feel it and see," Na Chen answered seriously, hooking his fingers around the waist of his pants and pulling them down. "How strong it is."
"You'd better behave yourself," An He raised his hand and pinched his chin, "This is my territory."
"Yeah," Na Chen nodded, quickly lowered his head and bit his finger and held it in his mouth, mumbling, "I just did it myself."
"You are so shameless..." An He sighed sincerely. Na Chen's hand suddenly sped up, and the second half of his sentence was stuck in his throat, "Hmm..."
"I'm doing this to reassure you," Na Chen lifted one of his legs and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, gently pinching his calf, "I didn't sleep well in the detention center, and if I mess up again, I won't be able to do anything to you tonight."
An He didn't know what to say. His mind was already in a mess, and coupled with the pleasure, he just said casually, "Then I'll serve you well."
Na Chen took off his wet pajamas, revealing small water droplets on his smooth skin, each of which was sparkling.
An He stared at his face. Na Chen was always particularly attractive at times like this, making people want to pounce on him and take a bite.
Na Chen turned his head and kissed his legs which were on the bathtub. He stretched out his tongue and licked down little by little. The wet and soft tip of his tongue slid across his skin and then slid into the water.
An He was excited by the pleasure brought by the light touch and licking in the gently swaying water. He held on to the bathtub with his hands. If he let go, he might slip into the water.
Na Chen's tongue tip gradually approached his most sensitive spot, and An He's fingers slowly tightened.
When he was about to take a look into the water, Na Chen suddenly held him gently in his mouth.
"Ah..." An He raised his head suddenly, moaning uncontrollably from his throat. Before he could recover, Na Chen's tongue began to entangle and lick. He bit his lip and moaned uncontrollably, "Ah..."
The feeling of being teased, wrapped and swallowed in the warm water was strange and exciting. Na Chen's soft hair rubbed against the inside of his thighs from time to time. An He reached out and grabbed Na Chen's hair and pressed it down. Na Chen obediently went down. The pleasure deep in his throat instantly surrounded him, and he hooked his legs on the bathtub and pushed up.
This kind of stimulation is different from entering. The warm water flows gently, entangles, and wraps. The soft tip of the tongue touches and draws lightly, sucking deeply again and again...
All of this made An He feel a little breathless.
Na Chen's hand slowly touched his lower abdomen, and rubbed and kneaded his waist lightly and neither too hard nor too soft. An He's desire was constantly aroused, burning more and more vigorously, and the flames were running rampant in his body.
He suddenly grabbed Na Chen's hair and pulled it up. Na Chen let go of him and floated to the surface, his hands continuing to move: "Hmm?"
"I'm going to cum..." An He answered in a low voice while panting. He had no intention of passionately shooting into Na Chen's mouth, even though such a scene kept flashing in his mind.
Na Chen held his legs and pulled him down. An He took a breath and was pulled into the water by him.
The pleasure came again, the water blocked the sound, but allowed him to hear more clearly his own moans caused by the orgasm.
I couldn't breathe, and it seemed as if all the energy in my body was blocked and forced under my body.
Na Chen's tongue left his body and slowly pressed onto him, kissing him, and the movements of his hands became direct and straightforward.
The rapid stroking made An He suddenly straighten up and tense his body...
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