Yan Shuwang asked for a suite, and when the room card was delivered to Zheng Yu'an, he realized something was not right.
Zheng Yuan admits that he is strongly attracted to Yan Shuwang to some extent, whether it is "sex" or something else, even if he is superficial to judge people by appearance, or more philosophical "primitive impulses" and "hormonal troubles", Zheng Yuan probably doesn't. will deny.
As for what kind of emotion Yan Shuwang has towards him, Zheng Yu'an is not so curious as to have a dream like "such a person might really like me".
It's like a mortal who is suddenly favored by the gods one day.
The suite service also includes an afternoon tea, probably because of Yan Shuwang's wealth and wealth, the chef personally brought the dining car up, along with a bottle of good wine.
Zheng Yu'an didn't understand why afternoon tea was paired with wine, Yan Shuwang didn't care, and motioned him to take a bath first.
"Change the dirty clothes and give them to them." Yan Shuwang said while pouring wine. He used to use imperative sentences in front of outsiders.
Zheng Yu'an hesitated, "Then what should I wear next?"
Yan Shuwang: "It only takes two hours for them to dry-clean, we can just wait in the room."
The waiter was obviously not surprised by the scene of two men staying in a suite, and stood aside watching the whole process.
Zheng Yuan was not used to taking off his clothes in front of people. He entered the bathroom, took off his shirt and trousers, and threw them on the carpet outside through the door.
There was chatter outside for a while, Xu was the waiter who took his clothes away, Yan Shuwang seemed to say "buy a pair of underwear", but Zheng Yu'an didn't understand what the waiter asked about the size.
He turned on the water in the shower, stood under the shower, his mind was a little confused, and it seemed that he still couldn't tell whether he was looking forward to what happened or was afraid of what happened.
After being soaked in water for a long time, he can't wash it casually. Zheng Yu'an just finished wiping his hair, but the bathroom door was pushed open from the outside. Yan Shuwang was holding a brand new underwear package in his hand, with a surprised expression, and he asked: " You didn't lock the door?"
Zheng Yu'an's hair was full of foam, and his body was red from the steam. It took a long time for him to embarrassedly say: "I forgot..."
Yan Shuwang looked at him through the glass and smiled: "Did you do this on purpose?"
"No." Zheng Yuan's denial was quick, but after denial, he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say, "Put your things out."
Yan Shuwang didn't leave.
He suddenly took a few steps forward, almost touching the glass of the shower room. Zheng Yu'an was a little fortunate that the shower room in this hotel did not have an unobstructed view. The frosted work in the middle just blocked the sensitive parts.
Zheng Yu'an froze inside naked, while Yan Shuwang stood outside, and the two looked at each other through the glass and fog.
"What are you afraid of?" Yan Shuwang asked.
The man's voice blocked things, always two or three points lower than it usually sounded.
Zheng Yuan's neck was visibly red. He opened his mouth, shook his head, and tried his best to calmly say, "I'm taking a shower, I'm not wearing anything... not very good."
Yan Shuwang seemed to smile again.
He stretched out his hand, slowly unbuttoned the collar with his fingertips, and pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers again.
"Just right." Yan Shuwang said, "I'll take a bath too."
[Omitted: The shower room in the suite is not too small. Even if there are two adult men standing in it, there is still some space, but the space is not too big, at most it can make their butts barely touching each other.
Yan Shuwang didn't do anything offensive, he even kept his distance and said, "Let me go, I want to wash my hair."
Zheng Yu'an: "..."
The hair essence on his head hasn't been washed yet, so he can't go out with foam right now. Yan Shuwang took a seat and started flushing. His hair was wet like a black river, meandering on his broad shoulders.
Zheng Yu'an had to wait patiently.
Yan Shuwang turned around, facing Zheng Yu'an, raised his head, and let the water from the shower fall on his smooth forehead, Zheng Yu'an's eyes were unconsciously attracted, the man's Adam's apple, chin at a right angle, Yan Shuwang opened one slightly. Eyes glanced over.
"Don't look around," he said.
Zheng Yu'an retorted in embarrassment: "I didn't..."
Yan Shuwang snorted, he walked out from under the shower, his chest was almost against each other, Zheng Yuan raised his head a little helplessly, just in time for Yan Shuwang's lower body to get stuck between his legs.
"I didn't want to be so fast." Yan Shuwang muttered to himself.
Zheng Yuan didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What?"
Yan Shuwang suddenly lowered his head, he leaned closer, stuck out his tongue, and licked the water falling from Zheng Yuan's earlobe.
"Do you know you're hard?" he asked maliciously in his ear.
When Zheng Yuan was holding his genitals, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that hitting each other with pistols was nothing to comfort him, but when he saw Yan Shuwang's face, he felt too self-deceiving.
It was like foreplay, Yan Shuwang's kiss was very gentle.
As if the traces running down the water droplets were kissing, the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, the chin, and finally converged on the lips.
When Zheng Yuan opened his mouth to greet him, he heard Yan Shuwang chuckle and praised him as "truly obedient".
Men have a lot of experience with masturbation, but this kind of thing is always different from someone who is more intimate.
Yan Shuwang's movements are not very skilled, but he knows where to stimulate to make Zheng Yuan more comfortable. Zheng Yuan was probably confused when he was in the middle. When looking at his hand, he suddenly whispered: "It's a waste..."
Yan Shuwang half bent down and was sucking his nipples. Zheng Yu'an's body was very white, and the color of his areola was pale. At this moment, the two o'clock were red and swollen and looked a little pitiful.
The hot water has been turned off, but the shower room is cramped and stuffy. Zheng Yu'an is so hot all the way from his chest to his neck that he can't tell whether it is water or sweat.
"What's the waste?" Yan Shuwang's fingertips rubbed the other side's bell lightly, and he brought Zheng Yu'an closer to his lower body, his erect genitals stacked on top of each other.
Zheng Yu'an was too embarrassed to take a closer look at the current posture of the two of them. He simply raised his arms, wrapped around Yan Shuwang's neck, pressed his lips to the man's collarbone, and said vaguely, "I don't think you should be the one who waits..."
Yan Shuwang put out one hand and half supported the butt of the person in front of him, and he joked, "Then you will serve me?"
Zheng Yuan didn't speak, he stiffened for a second or two, Yan Shuwang's erect avatar just squeezed back and forth between his thighs, the latter seemed to sense his nervousness, and lightly pressed the button near his mouth like a caress. folds.
"I won't go in today." Yan Shuwang seemed to be coaxing him, "don't be afraid."
Zheng Yu'an said why am I the one below
Yan Shuwang took it for granted that the following one is more cool.
"It's just sex." Yan Shuwang was a little frivolous, as if laughing at him, "Don't you want to be more comfortable?"
Although he promised not to intervene, Yan Shuwang was obviously out of control at the back. He more or less aggressively and tentatively "exploited" Zheng Yuan's back court. Although it was only a finger, it also provoked Zheng Yuan to disarm directly after a few moments. surrendered.
It is difficult to control the proportions during the orgasm. Zheng Yuanan woke up and realized that he was pulling Yan Shuwang's long hair. The wet and sticky hair was entangled like a spider web. It took Zheng Yuanan a long time to separate them.]
The foam on his head had been washed away long ago, and Zheng Yu'an was too lazy to take a shower, so he wiped his upper body and walked out of the shower.
He unpacked the underwear, and when he put it on, he found that the size was just right.
Yan Shuwang stood behind him and watched him blow his hair with a hairdryer in front of the mirror.
The heat wave blew the ends of Zheng Yuan's hair up, revealing the delicate back of his neck. He lowered his head slightly and felt Yan Shuwang's lips pressed against him.
Zheng Yuan raised his arm a little, afraid that the wind would scald him.
Yan Shu looked at the kiss very seriously, all the way from his neck to his back.
Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing. He asked in a noisy voice, "Why are you poking so many marks?"
Yan Shuwang raised his eyelids, looked at him in the mirror, and said, "I'm afraid you'll go to bed with women and show them."
Zheng Yuan frowned, he turned off the hairdryer, turned his head, and said solemnly, "I'm not that kind of person."
"I know." Yan Shuwang agreed quickly, but said casually, "I'm just in case."
Zheng Yuan opened his mouth, but finally gave up and said nothing.
Zheng Yu'an felt that he couldn't understand Yan Shuwang's thoughts, as if one second they could fall in love with bed, and the next second, Yan Shuwang would label him "heterosexual" calmly and rationally.
He drew the circle clearly, and even the matter of crossing the border was measured.