After a long time, Yan Rong was tired from crying, his head was a little dizzy, and his throat was also a little sore. He cried too hard.
He released all the thoughts and grievances he had endured during the week of separation.
Wang Jin's shirt was wet from his crying, and the wet and warm cloth was pressed against his face, which was uncomfortable, but he didn't want to move.
He maintained the posture just now, buried his face on Wang Jin's shoulder, and hugged Wang Jin with both hands.
They are also bonded in the most intimate way.
It was he who offered to have sex, but he didn't really want it.
He just needs a legitimate reason, he can hug Wang Jin, and he can be hugged by Wang Jin.
He missed Wang Jin, not limited to Wang Jin's sexual organs.
As for how much he misses, only he knows.
Wang Jin missed him too, he felt it. So, does Wang Jin like him
A week ago, he thought the answer to this question was important to him, but now he doesn't think so.
What does it matter if you like it or not? He likes Wang Jin, that's enough.
Wang Jin will not reject him, at least until he gets old and ugly, as long as he wants, Wang Jin will maintain the current relationship with him.
Moreover, this relationship is "exclusive", Wang Jin is not someone else's, it is his.
Wang Jin's tenderness, consideration, maturity and sexiness belong to him, and belong to him alone.
He rubbed his cheek against Wang Jin's neck.
In this self-comfort like Ah Q's spiritual victory method, he also felt happy.
Although this happiness is still very small, it is like a kindling that ignites in his heart, warm and bright.
Wang Jin heard his breathing gradually calmed down, and then asked, "Are you done crying?"
Yan Rong felt ashamed again, and was embarrassed to answer.
Wang Jin asked again: "Do you still want to do it?"
He is still inside Yan Rong, of course Yan Rong can feel his hardness and heat.
Yan Rong tried it, but he couldn't move his waist, so he could only whisper: "I don't have any strength, come on."
Wang Jin kissed his face before pinching his waist, moving slowly, penetrating him from bottom to top, from slow to fast, deeper and more intense.
The embarrassing creaking of the sofa mixed with Yan Rong's moaning, like a lewd love song.
I did it once on the sofa, and Wang Jin carried him upstairs in this posture. Halfway up the stairs, the friction made the two of them enter the state again.
They stopped at the corner, Yan Rong was pushed against the beige patterned wallpaper wall, his arms wrapped around Wang Jin's neck, and his separated legs hung on Wang Jin's waist, under the violent collision and pleasure, The bare calf twitched uncontrollably, fine beads of sweat scattered on the fine white skin, crystal clear and erotic.
After finishing, the two of them took a shower together, and Wang Jin dried his hair first before blowing his own.
He lay sideways on the bed and kept looking at Wang Jin.
Wang Jin was blowing almost, turned off the hair dryer, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Yan Rong hid his face under the quilt, only showing his eyes, and said: "You are very handsome."
Wang Jin smiled and said, "Well, you are also handsome."
Both of them know that they are outstanding in appearance, and they both think that the other's appearance matches their own.
Yan Rong was a little happy, and pulled the quilt higher, covering his head.
Wang Jin went downstairs again, cleaned up the stairs and the sofa, and then went back to sleep.
Yan Rong still covered his head.
Knowing that he was not asleep, Wang Jin said, "Don't sleep with your head covered, it's not good for your health."
Yan Rong exposed his face, but the other parts were still tightly wrapped, like a silkworm baby.
Wang Jin lay down beside him.
Neither of them spoke, their thoughts were different.
After a while, Wang Jin said, "Giving me half of the quilt."
Yan Rong gave it to him.
Wang Jin tore off half of the quilt to cover himself, groped under the quilt and held Yan Rong's hand.
Yan Rong didn't move, didn't speak, and thought with despair and anticipation that Wang Jinzhou was going to seduce him again, it was all a routine.
Wang Jin asked softly, "Why were you crying just now?"
Yan Rong pursed his lips, not wanting to answer.
Wang Jindao: "Why don't you let me pick you up this weekend?"
Yan Rong's heart skipped a beat, he changed his routine.
Wang Jin clenched his hand a little and said, "You asked me the question last week, do you still want to know the answer now?"
Yan Rong was stunned.
Wang Jin turned to look at him.
He didn't dare to look at Wang Jin, his heart beat a little fast, and he stared at the ceiling without blinking.
Wang Jin's free hand poked out from under the quilt, pulled his chin and turned his face away.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Moisture appeared in Yan Rong's eyes almost immediately, he didn't want to do this, but he couldn't control it at all.
Wang Jin smiled, the creases at the corners of his eyes made him look more gentle, and he said, "Don't cry, or I won't talk about it."
Yan Rong tried her best to open her eyes, but tears still rolled out from the corners of her eyes.
Wang Jin wiped away his tears with his thumb, and said softly, "I told you not to cry."
Yan Rong's tears flowed violently, but he didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that he might say something wrong, and even more afraid that he might misunderstand what Wang Jin meant.
Wang Jin...does that mean
He waited for Wang Jin to speak as if waiting for the verdict.
Wang Jin looked at him and smiled, and said softly, "I like it."
Yan Rong blinked his eyes very slowly.
The cluster of small flames beating in his heart lit up the whole world with a whoosh.
After a moment of silence.
He rushed over and hugged Wang Jin tightly.
Wang Jin's chin was hit by him, he frowned helplessly and smiled, and hugged him back.
Yan Rong choked up, and said, "Wang Jinzhou, don't lie to me."
Wang Jin patted him on the back and said, "It's the puppy who lied."
Yan Rong felt that it was not enough, and added: "It's a turtle bastard."
Wang Jin couldn't help laughing out loud, and said, "Well, you bastard tortoise."
Yan Rong hugged him even harder, and asked again: "What do you like about me?"
Wang Jin deliberately said: "It's cool to go up."
Yan Rong opened his mouth and bit his neck.
Wang Jin pretended to cry out in pain.
Yan Rong buried her face in his neck and laughed softly.
Wang Jin won't say he likes people easily. he knows.
He must have liked him very much, and so did he.
He fell asleep in Wang Jin's arms. Although his eyelashes were still wet, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wang Jin turned off the light lightly, but he didn't fall asleep like Yan Rong.
He likes Yanrong, more than any imaginable liking before tonight.
He not only has lust for Yanrong, but also has possessiveness. He imagines that other people have a hand in his Yanrong, no matter if the other party is a strange hooligan or anyone else, it will not work, he has no way to accept it.
Yanrong is too young, he needs to be protected and pampered, before he grows up, Wang Jin hopes that he will be the one who protects and pampers him.
But Yanrong will grow up one day, to the point where he no longer needs someone to rely on, let alone become attached to him because of dependence like now.
Even so, he is still willing to be an important, passer-by in Yan Rong's growth process.
He is willing to walk a part of his life journey with Yan Rong until he can no longer attract Yan Rong.
In the dark, Wang Jin stared at the outline of Yan Rong, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
After so many years, he is still suffering from the Virgin Mary.