The orgasmic spasm lasted for a while, and when Tang Junhe woke up, he realized that he had just been sobbing softly. The overwhelming pleasure a few minutes ago made him lose control to the point of incontinence, his mind went blank, and all his reactions came from instinct.
After realizing that he had cried unconsciously for a while, Tang Junhe felt a little ashamed. He was born to cry more than other children, but he was used to suppressing his tears since he was young. Tears would make people look fragile, and He didn't want to expose this useless vulnerability to others. Thinking about it now, when he grew up, almost all his tears were shed in front of Yang Xuan. Even Tang Xiaonian had never seen him cry a few times.
Tang Junhe wanted to raise his hand to wipe his tears, but found that he couldn't move at all. Yang Xuan was hugging him very hard, as if he wanted to embed him into his body.
Realizing that Tang Junhe stopped sobbing, Yang Xuan let go of his arms, propped his elbows on the bed, and raised his upper body to look at him.
Tang Junhe turned his face away uncomfortably, and raised his hand to rub his crying eyes. Yang Xuan reached out and pinched his wrist, took his hand away, straightened his wet face, looked into his eyes, and there was a trace of teasing in his eyes: "Is it painful or is it good?" His voice was hoarse, revealing Unresolved lust.
Tang Junhe's face turned red. He never blushed when he teased Yang Xuan, but once Yang Xuan teased him, his face seemed to be very thin.
He realized that Yang Xuan was teasing him again. This feeling was familiar and far away. The last time such a scene happened was ten years ago—in a room with poor sound insulation, they deliberately suppressed their voices while talking.
Tang Junhe looked at Yang Xuan intently, the distance was so close that he could feel each other's breath, and he could look at his brother clearly. Yang Xuan's eyebrows are neat and thick, and his eyes are particularly deep because they are slightly sunken. If he only looks at the upper half of his face, he can almost be described as "affectionate". His sharp jawline and thin lips made him look unnaturally sharp. This difference seems to be contradictory, but it also appears extremely harmonious on his face. It was first seen when he was young, and it has increased endlessly since he was an adult.
Tang Junhe completely forgot to wipe his tears, first he stretched out his hand to cover the lower half of Yang Xuan's face and looked into his eyes, then moved his palm up to cover his eyes, Yang Xuan was covered by him, he didn't stop him, just Ask: "What's wrong?"
Tang Junhe moved his hand away, looked into his eyes and said, "Watch you."
The corners of Yang Xuan's lips curled up slightly: "What did you observe?"
Tang Junhe said: "Guess." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but add a sentence, "I can see that you look good."
Yang Xuan laughed softly: "Praise me or yourself?"
Tang Junhe thought for a while and said, "Can't we praise together?"
When they were young, someone said that they looked alike. At first, Tang Junhe couldn't tell where the similarity was reflected. From the perspective of facial features alone, they didn't seem to be very similar. Until later, after Yang Xuan left, Tang Junhe's The deskmate Yin Cong accidentally mentioned that their eyes are the most similar, and they look darker than ordinary people, especially when looking at a certain person, the dark pupils make them look very similar.
Yang Xuan bent down and kissed Tang Junhe's eyes, and then kissed along the tears on his face. When the kiss reached his lips, Tang Junhe couldn't help laughing: "It's a bit salty..."
Yang Xuan asked back, "Why is it salty?" After finishing speaking, his semi-hard cock pushed into Tang Junhe's body again, Tang Junhe snorted unexpectedly, and Yang Xuan pulled it out of his body, stretched out his hand to pat Patted his waist: "Go to take a bath?"
As soon as he pulled it out, the liquid left in his body flowed out, Tang Junhe frowned slightly, and there were some traces of emotion on his face. Yang Xuan lowered his head and saw the picture below him, then smiled, then raised his head and kissed Tang Junhe's lips, and then got out of bed. When he smiled, Tang Junhe felt a little embarrassed for a moment, sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, raised his legs to avoid the soles of his feet touching the ground, turned around and looked at the disposable slippers by the window sill, pretending to be okay: " Brother, there are my slippers." The implication was to ask Yang Xuan to bring the slippers for him.
But Yang Xuan didn't intend to help him get the slippers, and he didn't even glance in that direction. "I'll carry you." He said, bent down and picked up Tang Junhe horizontally, walked to the bathroom, put him down again, and let him step on his instep.
"You're so tall, brother," Tang Junhe lifted his chin slightly to look at Yang Xuan, "But I've grown taller too, I came to you before." He flattened his palm and gestured for the position of Yang Xuan's jaw, "Now it's here , "The side of his palm touched Yang Xuan's bridge of nose.
"How tall is it now?" Yang Xuan charged at him with the shower.
"1.78 meters, brother, how tall are you
"One eight eight," Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to lower the water volume of the shower, raised it up to his head, "close your eyes."
Tang Junhe closed his eyes obediently.
Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to brush the hair on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead. Compared with when he was young, Tang Junhe opened up a bit, and the green shadow between his eyebrows and eyes gradually faded away. As he matured, Yang Xuan thought of the photo he had kept all along, his younger brother changed from a delicate boy to a beautiful adult, and he missed the precious changes that happened to him in these years.
While helping Tang Junhe clean up behind him, the two of them wiped their guns and misfired, and did it again in the bathroom. Yang Xuan picked him up and pushed him against the wall, and entered him deeply from bottom to top. The steam in the bathroom was circling, Tang Junhe's brain became more hypoxic, and when he climaxed, he lay on Yang Xuan's shoulder and whimpered softly.
After finishing, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up. After Yang Xuan helped him clean up, he had already fallen asleep lying on his brother's body. Yang Xuan wrapped him up in a bath towel, wiped his hair and body clean, and hugged him. to bed.
"I haven't had dinner yet." Tang Junhe was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, his eyelashes moved, and said in a daze.
"Eat when you wake up from sleep." Yang Xuan said, inserting his fingers into Tang Junhe's hair and rubbing it.
Originally wanted to take a nap, but Yang Xuan closed his eyes only to find that he didn't seem to be sleepy at all. He sat up, went down to the floor, walked to the window sill and smoked a cigarette, looking at the sleeping Tang Junhe while smoking.
They have known each other since they were very young. At first he didn't know he was his brother, but he just thought it was a good little toy. Thinking about it now, probably the fate rooted in blood has played a role since then. Although they spent much more time apart than together, as soon as they met, the relationship between them began to become boiling and intense, just like the blood flowing through each other.
He looked at Tang Junhe's closed eyes, and remembered the appearance of these eyes in different periods. When he was six years old, he could cry and laugh very clearly. When he cried, there was a pool of tears, and the tears fell down in a flutter. Curved into a crescent moon, with a pool of clear moonlight; when I first met him at the age of sixteen, he was vigilant and stubborn, and refused to trust anyone. Later, when he was lying under him, he was innocent and seductive, and he lost all trust and dependence. Pour it on yourself.
Looking back on the first seventeen years of his life, it seems that he walked all the way through the cold and sticky darkness. He didn't like his youth, but it is undeniable that these eyes were his eyes when he was seventeen. A beam of light, weak but hot, but enough to make the seemingly endless darkness less difficult to bear.
Tang Junhe slept for almost two hours. When he woke up, it was already dark. Yang Xuan was lying beside him, with one hand behind his head and the other hand holding a mobile phone, as if he was browsing some webpage.
"Brother," he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "what are you looking at?"
"Are you awake?" Yang Xuan looked at him, "Are you hungry?"
Tang Junhe leaned over and leaned on his shoulder, looking at the page on his mobile phone: "Do you want to buy a car?"
"Which one do you like?" Yang Xuan called up several webpages to show him.
Tang Junhe looked at several cars and said, "Land Rover."
"Okay," Yang Xuan said, turning off the phone screen, "Let's eat."
"I'm talking nonsense," Tang Junhe felt a little guilty when he saw Yang Xuan simply responding, "I don't understand cars."
"Then why choose Land Rover?" Yang Xuan stood on the ground and bowed his pants, looking up at him.
"The name sounds good..." Tang Junhe said, in fact, he thinks the car model is more suitable for Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Land Rover is pretty good, just this one, I'll take you back to buy it."
"I don't want to drive," Tang Junhe sat up and said, "The hospital is too congested, so I can't stop the car in the morning, so you can drive." As soon as he sat up, he gasped, and the tearing pain under his body was clear pass it on. Although Yang Xuan tried his best to be gentle just now, it has been too long since he did it.
"I'll talk about it after I buy it." Yang Xuan bent down and found a black T-shirt out of the suitcase, pulled it off over his head, looked at his gasping expression and smiled, walked over to rub his hair after getting dressed and said , "You lie down, I'll go downstairs to buy food."
Tang Junhe blushed a little, turned his back on the bed and said, "Then come back quickly." As he said, he turned on the air conditioner and lowered the temperature of the room, trying to dissipate the heat on his face quickly.
"Okay, what else do you want to eat?" Yang Xuan asked.
"It's nothing." Tang Junhe said, without thinking at all, as soon as Yang Xuan approached him, his heart beat involuntarily, and he couldn't think at all.
Yang Xuan did what he said, and he came back soon, carrying a kraft paper bag for lunch boxes in his hand. Tang Junhe lay on his stomach in a different direction, with his head facing the coffee table, watching Yang Xuan take the lunch boxes to the table one by one, and finally Get out a box of ice cream.
"Brother, you also bought ice cream." Tang Junhe looked at the box of ice cream and said.
Yang Xuan sat on the sofa, opened the lids of the lunch boxes one by one, and turned to look at him: "Didn't you like to eat this before?"
Tang Junhe almost forgot that he used to like to eat ice cream, but when Yang Xuan said this, his mind suddenly flashed that summer, in the messy billiard hall, his brother Yang Xuan was standing by the window with a pool cue. He didn't seem to be contaminated by the smoky environment, but was so clean that it didn't fit in with the surroundings.
That was the sweetest summer in his memory. At that time, he looked at Yang Xuan without distraction, and ate the ice cream in his hand bit by bit.