When the car drove to the starting line set by them, there was a part of Yan Haian's brain that was still a little dazed, and he didn't quite understand how he got here and got involved in this incident.
Looking at the car on the opposite side and the crowd outside who were discussing something excitedly, Yan Hai'an said to Sun Yan: "Have you ever died?"
"When you die, you die." Sun Yan held a cigarette indifferently, grinding his canine teeth on the cigarette holder, "Who hasn't died yet?"
There was a smile on his profile face, but his tone was ruthless, wrapped in bone-chilling indifference, and he turned to look at Yan Hai'an sideways as he spoke, with a rational and cold assessment in his eyes: "It's still too late to think about it."
At this time, Sun Yan was like a beast that had endured for a long time, and the pressure on his body was a little scary. Yan Hai'an suddenly felt that this racing scene full of twisted desires was like a test of courage for high school students, and the test was whether he was brave enough to play with Young Master Sun.
A beautiful girl came out from the other side, wearing high heels, twisted to the gap between the two cars, Gao Ju made a quick turn with both hands to stir up the atmosphere, and then clapped her hands, probably she was also selected, with a smug face on her face, Looking around at the owners of the two cars in turn, there was a faint hint of an adult.
Sun Yan took off the cigarette butt and threw it out, and shouted impatiently: "Hurry up! How about twisting Yangko?!"
The girl was stunned by his yelling, her smile suddenly became a little embarrassed, she waved her raised hand, and then quickly fell down, the two cars rushed out, and the screams exploded in the air.
Yan Hai'an's eyes widened, and the blood in his whole body stopped for a second, followed by a crazy rapid flow. The car is so fast, the wind is so loud, the field of vision changes rapidly and deformed, no longer takes shape, he can only see the area illuminated by the headlights, and the darkness beyond that is so thick that it cannot be dispersed, every turn It seems to be throwing people out, and the cliff is beyond the extension of the field of vision.
And they, like an indomitable sharp sword, frantically want to rush out of the encirclement with malicious intentions.
He heard the scream when the tires rubbed against the ground at high speed, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, but he couldn't close his eyes, he could only look straight ahead. He didn't have the energy to think about Sun Yan's driving skills, their safety, or even the heavy burdens that he usually refused to let go.
There is no questioning, no self-doubt, they are all incinerated by danger.
The rear of the car brushed against the fence, and the car body swayed uncontrollably from side to side, like a drunk drunk rushing forward indiscriminately. They may have an irreparable car accident at any time. Yan Haian may or may not have screamed, excitement and fear intertwined in his chest, squeezing his heart heavily.
The lights of the opponent's car shone behind them, and Sun Yan controlled the car so that it didn't actually hit the mountain wall or go out of the fence. They stand next to death and lead the way.
Ahead was the finish line waiting for the winner. Instead of slowing down, Sun Yan stepped on the accelerator and drove past.
Yan Hai'an glanced at the rearview mirror in confusion, the crowd who were about to swarm over panicked and dispersed, and then heard Sun Yan laughing loudly.
Yan Haian's nerves were still paralyzed by the speed, and he was awakened by the wanton explosion of laughter, his eyes were still blank and at a loss, and he subconsciously laughed twice.
He paused for a moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of the laughter, and his stuttering suddenly turned into spontaneous venting. He laughed along with Sun Yan, he was out of breath, because it was on this section of the road, in this car, what he had experienced, what he had to do, it didn't matter, what mattered was only here and now.
Sun Yan found a random place and stopped, unfastened his seat belt with one hand, stretched out his hand to press the back of Yan Haian's head, and kissed him hard.
Yan Haian's pupils shrank, his brain was still buzzing, and he closed his eyes and kissed back. Adrenaline set them on fire, burning them from the inside out, which was more dizzying than alcohol, more addictive than nicotine, enough to make people do anything under its bewitching to prolong its pleasure.
The dimly lit car was filled with the man's deep breathing and occasional panting. Even if the seat was put down, the space was still small. Yan Hai'an was pressed under Sun Yan, feeling like he was being tightly restrained. They unbuttoned each other's pants as if they were in a war, and the sound of metal clashing when the belt was undone was very obvious.
Yan Hai'an lay on his back, his heart like a hammer. His legs were freed from his suit pants, and his underwear was still hanging on his ankles, while Sun Yan only took off his trouser waist, exposing his high-spirited cock.
It's been a long time since I had this kind of intimacy with another person. Yan Hai'an straightened up dizzily, and rubbed his penis, Sun Yan's penis, and the fabric next to him, looking for more stimulation.
"Don't be fussy." Panting, Sun Yan couldn't wait to tear open the condom with his teeth. The condom came with a lubricant that was dripping sticky. He has been thinking about this body since the last time he saw it, and today he can finally eat it. The excitement is close to his first experience in life.
He stroked his cock quickly and when it was fully hard he slipped the condom on, all in one motion without wasting a second.
Sun Yan grabbed the root to find Yan Haian's back door, where his tight, round head slid over it several times: "Grass."
Yan Haian tensed his nerves, maintaining a state of both excitement and fear, and couldn't help laughing at his anxious look, and said in a hoarse voice, "You want to force your way in without even knocking on the door?"
Sun Yan glared at him, but he didn't know how much he could see here, so he could only resign himself to helping Yan Hai'an masturbate. His movements were rough and savage, with a strong desire to control, Yan Haian trembled with comfort, and soon ejaculated.
Sun Yan dipped his hands in the semen, and said mockingly, "Produce and sell for yourself."
Yan Hai'an could feel Sun Yan's fingers sticking in. His knuckles were thick and it made people nervous when he entered. Yan Hai'an felt dizzy even more.
How could I do this with this person
It was as if the speed of life and death before exploded all the suppressed things in his heart, making him just want to do something regardless. Yan Hai'an spread his legs, and almost stepped on the roof of the car. This action made his buttocks round and arched upwards, as if asking you to taste it, and it was more convenient for Sun Yan to move.
"Here." Sun Yan scratched on the mucous membrane of the intestinal wall, pushed it against his prostate, rubbed it lightly, looked down at Yan Hai'an, with a little unconscious obsession in his eyes, "Is it comfortable? "
Yan Haian's refractory period passed, and he didn't answer, but the water flowed from his rubbing, and it became hard again. Sun Yan took it out, dipped it in the lubricant on the condom, and poked it in again. He had never waited on someone so patiently, and he prepared himself for getting into his bed, but now the situation is special, and Sun Yan is not a child. Son, I know that no one can feel comfortable without lubrication, so I have to be patient and develop well.
He bent down, his abdominal muscles protruding, took out his finger, replaced it with a hard object, and inserted it slowly.
Yan Haian breathed rapidly, trying to relax his body, feeling the aggression of the thick and long penis. The lubrication was done enough, and the jerky feeling of friction was not particularly strong, but the fullness of being stuffed made him panic. He grabbed the back of the chair behind his head with one hand, and asked frantically, "How fucking long are you!"
This pleased Sun Yan. He grabbed Yan Haian's buttocks and pulled them to both sides, as if he wanted to let his mouth eat more: "Don't worry, eat slowly."
As soon as the last word fell, he slammed forward, and there was a sound of naked flesh touching, Yan Haian was caught off guard and moaned loudly: "Damn it, slow down! It's cracked!"
"Let me see if it's cracked?" Sun Yan stopped, the pouch was pressed against Yan Hai'an's buttocks, and he went to touch the connection between the two. The sphincter was stretched to the limit and stretched into a circle of flesh, smooth and sensitive. He scratched the fleshy membrane with his nails: "It's not cracked, is it? Huh?"
Yan Hai'an never knew that this place would be so deadly at this time, every trace of itching went straight to the brain, and he couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or comfortable.
He opened his mouth, his eyes were absent-minded, and his body stripped of reason revealed an instinctive charm. Sun Yan's fingertips touched his slender legs, his high nose, and fell to his soft lips. He couldn't see it now, but he could see it clearly from beginning to end that day.
This person is very beautiful, this kind of beauty is not even the beauty of the surface, it is the contradiction between his self-discipline and loss of control, the contradiction between his humility shown to the outside and the arrogance in his bones. Because of the bottom line of ambiguous lust, even those pretense are cute.
Cute, cute, cute.
Sun Yan didn't know how to describe it, so he could only think of cuteness. At this moment, this kind of cuteness moved him more than beauty than sexiness, and he suddenly kissed Yan Hai'an softly.
This kiss is so different in this occasion, because it seems to be without lust, like an involuntary comfort, and a casual play, but this difference is deeper than all the sensual stimulation, and it will fall into the heart . Yan Haian's eyes regained clarity for a while, but before he could react, Sun Yan began to thrust wildly. The whole car was shaking, Yan Hai'an's tunnel seemed to be on fire, and he was pushed to the inner G point every time. His legs couldn't hold on any longer, and they rested on Sun Yan's shoulders, shaking with his movements, and the voice escaped under control.
While pushing him, Sun Yan picked up his clothes, stroking his naked skin wantonly with his big hands, kneading his sensitive lower abdomen, twisting his erect nipples, Yan Haian's neck and chest turned red with his sophistication. He rested one hand on Sun Yan's chest, unconsciously tugging at the fabric of his clothes: "Ah..."
The sexy voice was made by himself, Sun Yan buried his head in kissing Yan Hai'an, not giving him any room with his lips and tongue, hooking Yan Hai'an's tongue to suck and lick. Yan Hai'an was thrust from the bottom and blocked from the top, and the lack of oxygen brought almost painful pleasure, which made him go crazy: "Ugh—"
He hugged Sun Yan's back, his intestines tightened, and his lower abdomen was full of prostatic fluid. Although he didn't ejaculate, he actually had an orgasm. Sun Yan was strangled to the point of ejaculation, so he let go of him, sniffed Yan Haian's cheek like a wolf, licked his ear, and stretched out his hand to help him out.
Yan Hai'an was lying on the chair exhausted, Sun Yan got up, took off his short sleeves and covered him, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Let's go back and continue."
Yan Haian frowned, but Sun Yan had already started the car and returned to the road. Seeing him looking at him, he leaned back and patted his hair casually: "Take a rest first, you might be tired."
He wanted to say something, but he was really tired, so he obediently closed his eyes, not thinking about what to do next.