Although it is not a duplex apartment, it is still quite a long way to move from the door to the bedroom for now.
In fact, when Fang Lin came here, in order to fulfill his promise, he even made a special trip to the supermarket to buy something to make dinner for Duan Changke, but he didn't expect that the things were still left by the door when he came back, because he was careless. Results now.
He clasped Duan Changke's shoulders, and responded proactively as before. Fang Lin smelled a very masculine fragrance on the other party's body. Duan Changke didn't seem to be back for long, and his clothes were still the same as in the afternoon, and he hasn't changed yet.
This is not the first time Fang Lin took the initiative, but Duan Changke's reaction was different from before. Many times before, either Fang Lin posted it himself, or Duan Changke prepared slightly jerky, quiet and calm.
He used to feel that Duan Changke was never really emotional at that time, but was just relieving desire normally, and he was always more silent than moaning, indifferent than enthusiastic.
Even if the possession is hot, it is only like a volcano that is sparked but not erupted.
After all, it will not be like this now.
Duan Changke responded vigorously to his movements, and grabbed the only button on Fang Lin's coat with his hand, letting him throw it to the ground casually in cooperation with him.
The strength of his palm was so strong that Fang Lin only felt that every inch of the cloth was burnt when it left him, leaving only hot embers that rubbed against his skin, tricking him to run into the fire as well.
He was pressed on the kitchen counter by Duan Changke, squinting his eyes to look at the lights on the ceiling, feeling the other party's breath eroded little by little, and finally lost a little initiative just now. Unable to explain what was in his mind, Fang Lin suddenly rubbed himself against Duan Changke's arms a little waywardly, and then imitated his appearance just now, unbuttoning his suit and tugging at his suit.
Suddenly, he felt that his finger was being bitten, and Duan Changke glanced over sharply. Fang Lin did not retreat but advanced, and put his lips up again, replacing his index finger: "Finger tastes bad."
Duan Changke was silent for a moment without speaking.
But Fang Lin was kissed again.
Finally, Fang Lin found a chance to rest in the gap. He grabbed the corner of Duan Changke's tie with his red lips, and said quietly, "Can't you do well if you don't stay here?"
"The kitchen doesn't have those things, it hurts a bit."
Of course, another reason is that it is too shameful to do it in the kitchen. If there are some marks left on the countertop today, even if he washes it afterward, he will still blush every time he sees it.
But he refrained from saying this reason, Fang Lin thought about it, if he said it, because Duan Changke loves to tease his bad habits, maybe this place really became the second trench, and it would be over.
Duan Changke only withdrew his first finger. He looked down at Fang Lin, and asked the question as if he was asking himself: "Didn't you just say you wanted to do it?"
"The kitchen is cold, and I'm still panicking." Fang Lin looked away from him, and said to him, "Your tie looks nice today."
Hearing what he said, Duan Changke buckled the tie with his index finger and untied it, saying, "The cloakroom is suitable for you."
For some reason, Fang Lin was inexplicably a little bit unreasonable, and from this sentence, he could hear the feeling that "it's his own fault for not coming to see him in this period of time".
After all, his current value to Duan Changke seems to be reflected in the bed, but he still refuses to fulfill it for half a month.
So he rubbed his chin flatteringly: "I know now."
Fang Lin's eyes suddenly went dark, and he couldn't see anything. The tie he had just untied was now a cloth strip covering his eyes. This feeling of sudden blindness made him subconsciously flinch: "Mr. Duan..."
"Didn't you say it looks good?" Duan Changke easily wrapped the tie around the back of his head and tied a knot, his voice was very close to him, "Then wear it properly."
"I don't want it, Hei..." Fang Lin stretched his hand back, trying to untie it himself, but as soon as he stretched it out, Duan Changke held down his wrist.
"Don't move." His voice was very steady, even gentle, and there was no threat at all, but Fang Lin just felt that he couldn't help but want to obey orders, "Tie it well, and I will take you to the bed .”
Fang Lin didn't move.
The other party was very satisfied with his cooperation, patted him as a reward, and said, "Don't fall off", and then carried Fang Lin to the bedroom very faithfully. When passing by the cloakroom, he seemed to hesitate whether to take another tie or not. So he gave up in the end, and only put his body back into the soft big bed, and he himself fell together.
Until now, the two of them seem to have finally got over the ambiguous relationship just now, and completely included it in the category of desire.
After all, in many cases, instinct is simpler than emotion. What's more, with their model, pleasing and satisfying each other is already the limit of the relationship.
Fang Lin can do some small things like cooking to please the benefactor, but Duan Changke has already given Canary enough good things, so there is no need to pay anything.
Even though it might seem like he's giving things that don't matter to him, the world isn't fair.
The tie tied in front of Fang Lin's eyes has been kept for a long time.
Duan Changke stretched out her hand and tied the tie on the back of Fang Lin's head into a knot, pulling him towards her, forcing Fang Lin to raise his head to expose his Adam's apple, and made an unbearable sound.
But when Fang Lin opened his mouth impatiently, Duan Changke stuffed two fingers into his mouth viciously, preventing him from speaking completely, and deliberately asked him: "You don't seem to have an announcement tomorrow."
Fang Lin couldn't see anything, all senses were always more sensitive in the darkness, the other's fingers were still pressing his tongue, and the pad of the middle finger casually hooked the base of the tongue, he couldn't speak, he could only make a little muffled sound, Embarrassed and ashamed, saliva almost dripped down the corners of his mouth.
The cloth that covered the eyes with the tie was soaked with tears. Fang Lin was lying on the bed with his back facing him. He asked and pulled Fang Lin, his neck was raised, but his waist was forced to sink even more, making him bend more attractively. The arc, people can only shake their heads desperately.
"Then why don't you call it?"
Duan Changke's fingers were still hooked to the tie. The originally high-quality material now looked like Zou Baba had something on it, so it probably wouldn't be needed after today.
As he said this, Fang Lin only felt that the deeper waves submerged him, and the last bit of shame was knocked away. He didn't even feel that Duan Changke's words were a kind of inducement, but rather like opening the lock of a box, more and more shamelessly, Cooperate with the other party's wishes and generally whimper and cry.
Only then was the other party completely pleased, but he didn't let go of his hand.
But in the pitch black heightened senses, Fang Lin still sensed something else.
The other party was more enthusiastic than ever, and amidst the enthusiasm, there was something more.
He also talked more than usual, even though some of his words were a little dirty, which didn't fit his status as a gentleman, it sounded like Fang Lin would blush just thinking about it now.
It was as if... He was also trying to prove something, or in other words, he deliberately didn't want to prove anything.
Until the end, Fang Lin seemed to be wrapped in a cloud, and when his perception seemed to fade a bit, he suddenly felt a little warmth coming from his eye sockets covered by the tie, which was fleeting.
Before he even had time to feel the source of that enthusiasm, Duan Changke covered it with his hand.
"The light is turned to the dimmest." He touched the slightly wet tie with his big hand, put his hand on the knot he tied, and said, "Shall I untie it for you, or do you do it yourself?"
Because he was holding the back of Fang Lin's head, his current posture looked as if Duan Changke was hugging him lightly and tenderly, after the desire faded away, he was more strange and warm.
"I'll do it." Fang Lin thought for a while and said, "It's too dirty, you should go take a shower first."
"Why do you think your things are dirty?"
This sentence inexplicably reminded Duan Changke of a time before when he voluntarily knelt between his legs and said a similar sentence.
Duan Changke's tone was very relaxed, and he rubbed Fang Lin's sweat-wet hair by the way: "You never disliked me."
After speaking, he hintedly pressed his stomach with his fingers.
So Fang Lin stopped talking, and Duan Changke walked over again, stood by the bed and untied his tie.
Because the lights were dimmed and the tie was already a bit see-through, Fang Lin didn't need to get used to it, but felt that everything in front of him was hazy.
He tried his best to blink several times, and slowly focused, with some unfinished physical tears in his eyes, before he could see the person in front of him clearly.
Duan Changke was the same as before entering the door, but there seemed to be a little more.
I am very embarrassed, this time the other party is not as well-dressed as before, and there is a thin layer of sweat on his body, and he can still see the scratches left by him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds this time, without speaking, Fang Lin took the initiative to look away.
He saw Duan Changke reach out to the bedside, probably looking for cigarettes, but finally took it back, turned his back to Fang Lin and asked him if he wanted to clean him up.
Fang Lin shook his head, maybe his eyes had been in the dark for too long, but now they looked brighter and clearer against the light: "I'll go to the next door to wash, just do it yourself."
After finishing speaking, he slowly sat up from the bed, but he was afraid of staining the carpet when he got up, so he raised his head and said to Duan Changke, "Then can you carry me there?"
"Ok."
"Thank you, Mr. Duan."
There are heavy marks all over Fang Lin's body, but his voice is still as clear as when the two were chatting at the Zhuhai bar: "I'll make you something to eat after I'm done."
Duan Changke actually wanted to say no, but looked into the other person's eyes, and took all the words back.
He just stretched out his hand and lightly wiped the corners of Fang Lin's eyes covered by the tie just now.
They are too familiar with each other's bodies, but the relationship doesn't stop there. The ambiguity beyond tenderness is like a kind of labeling and accusation, silently reminding that this seems to be a bit out of bounds.
That might not be good.