The two wrists were squeezed together, pressed firmly on the top of the head, pinched, and the backs of the hands rubbed against the inferior, not very clean pillowcases, and the skin was red and hot.
Zhuang Fanxin raised his face, his chin and neck formed an arc, very smooth, only the Adam's apple protruded a little. His body was also tense, his chest was arched against Gu Zhuoyan's, he tried to kiss back, his lips opened and closed in coordination, and he touched Gu Zhuoyan's tongue fretfully and shyly.
He could feel that Gu Zhuoyan loved him and hated him, and every kiss he kissed was difficult to control, and it was also a punitive catharsis.
The hot pain between the lips, the smell of fishy sweetness, broke, I don't know whose blood bead, whether it's the lips or the tongue, I'm not sure. Gu Zhuoyan's mind was full of beauty, the flowers in the midsummer season, the cocktail shaken in the glass, Zhuang Fanxin's pupils under the neon light... He couldn't tell, and he couldn't bear it.
Gu Zhuoyan swallowed it violently, and gradually, Zhuang Fan's raised chest fell down, and he pressed down to follow, Zhuang Fan's tensed neck relaxed, his chin retracted, he grabbed it with a palm, and his lips sucked more and more fiercely. quite.
The disparity in physical strength, Zhuang Fan's heart was powerless to resist, a soft hum escaped from his nose, twisted his waist, and the suffocation feeling that his lungs were being evacuated made him struggle. "Um... um..." he wanted to gasp, "um..."
Gu Zhuoyan didn't let go for half an inch, the tiger's mouth caught Zhuang Fanxin's chin, gagged his mouth, the tip of his tongue stirred and tangled, and his palm was against Zhuang Fanxin's fragile neck, feeling the rapid pulse.
When he let go, his sweat dripped on Zhuang Fanxin's face.
"... Ha... um..." Zhuang Fan opened his mouth and teeth, panting desperately, like a punctured balloon. His hands were also released, he moved, curled up his arms, and pressed his hands together on his undulating chest.
Gu Zhuoyan stood on the top and stared, the hair around Zhuang Fanxin's face was all wet, the cheeks were dripping with tears, and the light was glowing with water. He wiped it with his fingertips, revealing the color of his skin, red, drunk red on top of passionate red, like rouge.
That lip made him tear the skin, grind the flesh, and seep with a star of agate beads. The tongue was probably numb, sticking out, the tip of the tongue between the teeth, shaking very slightly. There are also those eyebrows and eyes, frowning pitifully, dripping with water, making people unbearable to bully, but they can't help but bend over to waste.
Gu Zhuoyan sucked the blood from Zhuang Fan's heart and lips, and then drew along the corner of his mouth, followed the side of his cheek, and rolled it to his temples, blowing off the broken hair, and holding the red ear in one bite.
Zhuang Fan barked in a short heart, a very light onomatopoeia, hard to tell if it was a human or a cat or a dog, he touched Gu Zhuoyan's body, touched it up, and grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's broad shoulders that enveloped him.
Gu Zhuoyan sucked on a small piece of earlobe, very soft and thin, and the tip of his tongue pressed against it, which made Zhuang Fan's heart tremble, and Zhuang Fan's heart unconsciously called, um ha... Or call his name, or beg for mercy, Say no more.
The clear voice was hoarse, burned by alcohol, dyed with crying and nasal sounds, and it was better than the wine that burned people. Gu Zhuoyan slapped it for a while, realized something, let go and asked, "Did you have your ears pierced?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied: "Well... last year," trying to be more complete, "the company took public welfare photos, and my colleagues urged me... It's almost a long stay."
"Why don't foreigners teach better?" Gu Zhuoyan scolded, but didn't say what's wrong with piercing his ears, as if he was just picking on things. Thumb and forefinger pinched the small piece of soft meat, and he said, "Buy you small earrings to wear?"
Zhuang Fan was ashamed of the response and smirked, but he didn't let go of the person who humiliated him. Gu Zhuoyan kissed again, not so rude anymore, with the evil of taking advantage of it, wandering around the edge of Zhuang Fanxin's sweater, picking it open and stroking in, stroking the rib that once held his hand.
The veneer was pressed against the surface, and the hug was so tight that it was hard to stop breathing.
I don’t know what this evening is, I forgot where this place is in the middle of the night, outside the window are dilapidated alleys, there are drunks scolding the street, there are men and women who hook up in pairs laughing, inside the window, only Gu Zhuoyan and Zhuang Fanxin are separated by ten years. affectionate.
Bang, the door was pushed open, the bar was closed, Qi Nan drunkenly looked for them, and now he stood at the door, rubbing his eyes: "Damn it..." His eyes almost fell out, "No, ouch I depend."
In the darkness, there was a faint light on the head of the bed, and two people were entangled. The one above was Gu Zhuoyan, and the one below was completely covered, so it was impossible to see who it was.
"Gu..." Qi Nan walked over hesitantly, "Old classmate, I don't see that you are so good at playing, but I am a regular bar... And this lounge is used by everyone to lie down, and it is also used as a warehouse, it is not clean... "
Gu Zhuoyan raised his head and said, "Go out."
"Hey, okay, okay..." Qi Nan took the opportunity to look down, "Then you can play, but wear a condom... 419 Right..." Seeing a piece of clothing and a sweater, he immediately thought of Zhuang Fanxin, "I can't find it at the same table. Well, you didn't see it..."
He turned around and walked out, and caught a glimpse of the two pairs of legs that were entangled on the bed. The pressed legs were very thin, but not the slenderness of a woman. Jeans, white sneakers, feet two sizes smaller than he used to make fun of in high school...
Qi Nan was stunned for three or five seconds, saying that he was stunned, but he had already moved his hand: "Fuck you!" He pushed Gu Zhuoyan's body hard, "Zhuang Fanxin! Is it you! Come out for me!"
Gu Zhuoyan was pushed aside unprepared, Zhuang Fanxin was paralyzed on the bed, his waist was bare, his lips and ears were bleeding red. Qi Nan sobered up with fright, kicked his foot on the leg of the bed, pointed at Gu Zhuoyan and scolded, "Are you fucking gay?! Classmates, you do it! If I don't come in, are you trying to rape him?!"
The broken bed creaked, and Gu Zhuoyan was lying down, sulking.
Qi Nan was furious: "Is your mother laughing!" Bend over to grab Zhuang Fanxin's arm, being waved away, grabbing his shoulders, Zhuang Fanxin twisted away and rolled towards Gu Zhuoyan's side.
Qi Nan scolded: "What are you giving?! Your ass is blooming!"
Quietly, Zhuang Fan said, "I'm gay too."
Everything was quiet and quiet. Qi Nan was standing by the bed, dizzy and stammering. He couldn't say the next sentence, he just stepped out, backed to the door, and scolded his mantra through clenched teeth: "Damn it!"
Bang, the door closed, and a ring of flying dust shook in the darkness.
Zhuang Fanxin sat up with his arms up, got out of bed, swayed to the padlock behind the door, leaned back against the door panel, and only then did he see how shabby this room was.
It was so cramped that it could only fit an old bed, empty beer crates were piled against the wall, and the striped sheets had not been washed for a long time, but they were all wrinkled.
Gu Zhuoyan was lying on it, in the overturned position, with two long legs resting on the ground, his trouser pockets showed the shape of a cigarette case, and next to the shape, there was a bulging, full mass.
Zhuang Fan swayed back to the bed, knelt down on his knees, and slowly crouched beside Gu Zhuoyan. He wrapped his arms around Gu Zhuoyan's waist, which was sensitive, so he rubbed his fingers together. Touching down, after passing the crotch, his fingertips penetrated into Gu Zhuoyan's trouser pocket and squeezed out the cigarette case.
"Suck?" he asked.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't say a word, half-opened his eyes, and raised his hand to wrap the back of Zhuang Fanxin's head. Opening the cigarette case, Zhuang Fanxin pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his hand holding the lighter trembled a little, and he didn't light it several times.
Chi, Gu Zhuoyan laughed at him, and whispered fondly and lovingly: "It's really stupid."
When it finally lit, Zhuang Fanxin threw the cigarette case and lighter aside, clamped the cigarette, tightened his cheeks to take a breath, pouted at Gu Zhuoyan and exhaled white mist.
The smell of tobacco, the smell of alcohol, and the musty smell of a broken house were mixed but not too unpleasant. He put the cigarette holder to Gu Zhuoyan's lips and asked, "Do you smoke?"
Gu Zhuoyan bit it and started to smoke familiarly. Zhuang Fanxin asked for the third time, "Do you suck?"
"Suck." Gu Zhuoyan finally let out a breath.
Zhuang Fan pursed his lips and bit his lower lip with his front teeth. He lay on Gu Zhuoyan's arm, hovered to his chest, raised his eyes and looked at each other.
As soon as he curled up, Zhuang Fan slipped into Gu Zhuoyan's waist, his legs were in a kneeling position, and his knees squeezed the outside of Gu Zhuoyan's thighs. Rolling up a little sweater, he restrained his hands from shaking, and untied the drawstring of the sweatpants once, twice.
Gu Zhuoyan moved slightly for a moment, and the muscles all over his body tightened, twisting the root of the nerves, like an electric shock, tingling under the skin.
Hmm... I don't know if it was his groaning or Zhuang Fan's choking.
He pinched the cigarette and rubbed his fingertips on the cigarette butt. The sponge tip was neither soft nor hard, and it became wet after being held in his mouth. He looked at Zhuang Fanxin's bowed back, like a crescent moon or an arched bridge, and couldn't help but straighten his back when he bit the cigarette butt.
The cigarette butt was wrapped in his mouth, and Gu Zhuoyan suddenly became a novice smoking for the first time. He licked his tongue and accidentally bumped his teeth.
The electric current went straight to the scalp, Gu Zhuoyan slowed down, but the anger burned with raging flames, scorching his throat, and turned into a scorching hot and rough snort.
He threw up, got an electric shock, and slammed into the bed when he stood up straight.
The cigarette was finally sucked to the root, the cigarette butt was soaked with water, and it swelled in a circle. Who knows who is tormenting the most... Gu Zhuoyan pressed the cigarette butt on the wall, stretched out his hand, and touched the part of Zhuang Fanxin's lower back.
The tail vertebra bulged, he pressed it, and rolled it back and forth with his thin cocoon, crushing Zhuang Fan's heart to his knees, shaking, trembling, and begging for mercy with a whimper, unable to speak.
With that scratching sound, Gu Zhuoyan gritted his teeth and sighed, but he couldn't hide his red eyes.
In the dim silence, Zhuang Fan gasped for breath, as if he had experienced an intense long-distance run. He was resting on Gu Zhuoyan's abdominal muscles one after another, and it was difficult for him to calm down for a long time.
Gu Zhuoyan was so confused, the nicotine inhaled seemed to be heroin.
After a long while, he groped for Zhuang Fanxin's arm, dragged him up, and gently held Zhuang Fanxin's sweaty face in the shabby light.
Zhuang Fan didn't dare to look at Gu Zhuoyan, his eyelashes fluttered, his lips seemed to be unable to close together, slightly open, more beautiful than red roses. The lips are very wet, abnormally wet, and there is a drop of water on the chin that can't see the color.
He twisted nervously, only to realize that it was because of shyness. "You, I..." How to say, he didn't even think about whether to say interrogative sentences or declarative sentences, and finally reported, "I swallowed it."
Gu Zhuoyan squeezed Zhuang Fanxin's waist: "Is it bitter?"
Zhuang Fan was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head: "One thing..." He didn't mean to dislike it, and licked his lips, "It's like dark chocolate."
Gu Zhuoyan broke it down: "You don't eat chocolate."
"... That's right." Zhuang Fan buried his face and kept his voice so low, "Try it a few more times and I'll describe it."
Gu Zhuoyan burned with a bang, turned over and pressed Zhuang Fan's heart, looked at it, the outside was thin and white meat, the inside was sloppy, sweet, greasy, stretched out his hand, and once he touched this nasty thing, he looked at him even. Cry and tremble.
"It's dirty here." Gu Zhuoyan lowered his head and kissed the brow, "Would you like to touch it?"
Zhuang Fan nodded obediently, and surrendered to Zuni's embrace for ten years.