After Lu Qi'an left the Lu house, the assistant sent him back to the apartment. No one spoke this way, and the atmosphere was more dull than when it came.
Fu Jia had not returned home from get off work, and the air in the apartment was cold and silent. After Lu Qi'an entered the door, he always stood at the entrance and did not go in. He couldn't help but put his hands on the wall to relax his tense back.
He misses Fu Jia so much, so much.
A few minutes later, he calmed down and left the apartment to go to Fu Jia's part-time KTV to pick him up from get off work.
This KTV is not far from the apartment, only a ten-minute walk. The scale is not large, the location is not conspicuous, and the guests are mostly regular customers.
Fu Jia stated many times that it was a clean and decent place, but never let Lu Qi'an come here to see him, nor let Lu Qi'an take him to and from get off work. Today is the first time that Lu Qi'an came to KTV to find Fu Jia, and it was also the first time he stepped into KTV in his life.
He expressed his intention to the receptionist at the front desk, and the other party did not neglect him, but warmly asked him to wait in the lobby for a while.
She hurried upstairs, and quickly ran downstairs with Fu Jia. Fu Jia was wearing the usual white shirt of a waiter, a black suit and vest with a bow at the neckline, and an empty delivery tray in his hand. He was a little hesitant in his footsteps, and when he realized that the person standing in the hall was really Lu Qi'an, he immediately widened his eyes, walked quickly to him, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Fu Jia was a little sad. He saw Lu Qi'an standing under the colorful lights, being scrutinized by the staff and guests who occasionally passed by like an exhibit in a cabinet, and it was as heartbreaking as seeing his baby fall into the mud.
"Are you convenient now?" Lu Qi'an asked.
"It's convenient, I'll take you to the staff lounge." Fu Jia grabbed his sleeve, half-shielded him behind him, and took him to the lounge.
After entering the door, the light turned into a normal white woven lamp, and there was no outsider to interfere, which made Fu Jia heave a sigh of relief.
"Why did you come to me, what happened?" he asked nervously.
Lu Qi'an said, "I'll pick you up from get off work."
Fu Jia's heart was sweet, and she was a little embarrassed: "I have something to pick up... I will go home immediately after get off work. I will run back every day, and I will be home in less than ten minutes."
He looked around and saw a small sofa in the corner of the lounge. He opened his employee locker and pulled out a water glass and coat.
"Are you thirsty? This is my water glass, which I brought from the apartment. It's very clean." He handed the water glass to Lu Qi'an, and then spread the coat in his hand on the sofa, motioning Lu Qi'an to sit down, " Wait for me here, I'll go to the manager to clock in and get off work in advance, no matter who comes, you ignore them for a while, they all want to strike up a conversation with you, the sister at the front desk just asked me for your phone number!"
After Fu Jia finished speaking, he frowned angrily.
Lu Qi'an glanced at the clothes that Fu Jia had spread on the sofa. Instead of sitting down, he said, "Don't leave yet."
"What?" Fu Jia didn't understand.
"You stay here first, don't go anywhere else, let me hug him for a while." Lu Qi'an repeated it in more direct words, and without waiting for Fu Jia to answer, he stretched out his arms to hug him and brought him into his own. 's arms.
Fu Jia's heart beat faster, and she held Lu Qi'an for a few seconds before stammering, "Here... there may be someone coming in at any time."
He was reluctant to let go, but he was afraid that someone would come in and see it, so he said, "But... there is a bathroom in this lounge, and the door can be locked."
Lu Qi'an: "..."
He stroked Fu Jia's hair and said amusedly, "No need, just hug for a while."
He let go of Fu Jia, but Fu Jia showed an unfinished expression, looked at him with bright eyes, and said brazenly, "Let's go..."
Five minutes later, Fu Jia blushed and walked out of the bathroom. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand and asked the manager on duty to leave early.
That night, they did as a matter of course. Lu Qi'an rarely took the initiative. Instead of letting Fu Jia change into pajamas after taking a bath, he wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him to the bed, asking, "Do you want to do it today?"
His voice was low and hoarse, and Fu Jia's legs softened just listening to the first word.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the lights were not turned on in the room, which is rare. Every time in the past, Lu Qi'an would pay attention to Fu Jia's expression when there was a light. Whether it was expanding or inserting, once he found that Fu Jia was uncomfortable, he would stop.
The lights were not turned on today, but both of them were familiar with each other's bodies, and there was no inconvenience. After a short expansion, Lu Qi'an came in. His movements were a little rough, and Fu Jia cried out in pain and swelling.
Lu Qi'an didn't seem to notice, so he lowered his body, held down Fu Jia's body, and pushed his penis in heavily. Fu Jia was pushed up and slipped up, and he couldn't catch his waist, so he wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed him tightly.
Lu Qi'an felt Fu Jia blowing wet breath in his ear, panting loudly with the frequency of his thrusts, a fire suddenly ignited in his body, his muscles were tense, and his strength began to lose control.
Lu Qi'an's every move was deep enough and hard enough. If it was normal, Fu Jia would be able to get used to it after a few dozen thrusts by Lu Qi'an, but today he couldn't find the pleasure, he was shaking with pain, and he couldn't help going down to the ground to tighten the back acupoint.
Lu Qi'an felt difficult to get in and out, but the pleasure was extremely strong, which made him more and more unbearable.
"Jiajia, it's too tight." He gritted his teeth, tried to slow down, and asked Fu Jia, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Fu Jia hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable..."
If it were normal, Lu Qi'an would have realized that something was wrong, but today he felt that it was difficult to restrain himself, and his self-control was even worse than the first time he did it.
Lu Qi'an was young and energetic, and he exercised regularly. His physical strength and endurance were very good. It's good to be restrained at ordinary times, but once indulged, it is difficult to take it back. He continued to thrust hard, more and more violently.
Fu Jia's whole body was soaked with sweat. When the sweat slipped from his forehead, his tears also came out in pain, mixed with the sweat and fell down. He held back his crying and took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and squeezed his penis hard, and finally it stopped hurting so much.
At this time, torture took another form. Fu Jia began to find the pleasure, and the pleasure kept climbing upwards all the time. While he felt that he was too cool, he also felt that he was going to be torn apart from the pain. Under the contradiction, his whole body became weak, and he couldn't get up with a little strength. .
Lu Qi'an was also sweating, and his body and mind felt an unprecedented relief. He had never opened the gate in his heart to this level. Of course he still has a rational side, but that side is drifting away and doesn't plan to come back for the time being.
When Fu Jia cried and wet a large piece of pillow, Lu Qi'an shot out of his body. He ejaculated a lot, and his cock continued to throb in Fu Jia's back hole. Fu Jia felt both cool and painful, and silently cried even more fiercely.
The afterglow of Lu Qi'an's climax lasted for a long time, and his penis did not soften for a long time. Lu Qi'an bit his tongue and took a few deep breaths before his reason slowly returned to the cage.
He turned on the light, only to find that Fu Jia's skin was red and sweaty, as if he had been soaked in water. There were large wet spots on the sheets, and they were wrinkled and wrinkled by him.
The most important thing is that Fu Jia is soft in front, but obviously he has not ejaculated. With Fu Jia's sensitivity, he would at least shoot once in a round.
Fu Jia covered his face with his hand, but Lu Qi'an could still see the tears on the half of his face that was exposed. He cried and cried, but never made a sound from beginning to end.
Lu Qi'an touched Fu Jia's sweaty hair, pulled his hand away, and coaxedly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Jia looked at him tearfully and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Lu Qi'an's heart softened, holding Fu Jia's back and holding him up, he apologized while wiping his tears: "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength."
Fu Jia shook his head and insisted, "I really don't feel pain."
Lu Qi'an kissed him, and tightened the hand that hugged him with too much force.
He couldn't find an excuse. Although he didn't turn on the light, he touched the tears on Fu Jia's face several times on the way, but chose to ignore it.
In his subconscious, he had long imagined tossing Fu Jia like this today. I want to hurt him severely and see if he will leave because he can't bear it after suffering.
He doesn't even know where these dark sides come from.
Lu Qi'an's hand was tightened on Fu Jia's waist, and without the cover of clothes, Fu Jia could clearly sense the heat on his hand. He thought a lot in one moment, but suppressed those thoughts in the next moment.
"Are you in a bad mood..." Fu Jia held his face and said, "Don't be unhappy... Let's do it again."
Fu Jia looked at him with great interest, "I'll make you happy."
The next day, Fu Jia slept until nearly noon before getting up. Lu Qi'an helped him ask for leave from KTV, and went out to buy breakfast.
Fu Jia noticed that Aunt Miao hadn't been here yet, but Lu Qi'an didn't take the initiative to say it, and Fu Jia didn't take the initiative to ask.
When sitting together for breakfast, Lu Qi'an asked, "Are you feeling any discomfort?"
Fu Jia felt it and shook his head. Being young is the capital of nonsense. Last night, they tossed around in the middle of the night, and he cried in the middle of the night, but he recovered after just a little more sleep.
Lu Qi'an nodded, considered the words for a while, and continued, "Within this week, we will move out from here. The new house is not as good as the environment here, and there is no Auntie Miao to take care of it, will you feel inconvenient?"
Fu Jia's heart sank heavily.
There is no paradise in this world, what should come will always come. Even if he wanted to pretend he couldn't hear or see, reality would wake him up. He gritted his teeth nervously, and instead of answering his question, he said, "I'll take care of you."
He was serious as if he was swearing, "I promise, I will take good care of you, I will never let you suffer, I am willing to do anything for you, I will grant all your requests... No matter what happens in the future, no matter who stops you I, I won't leave you, so... "
Fu Jia lowered his head, his eyes were a little red, "So, please don't give up on me..."
At this moment, time suddenly became very long.
Some things don't need to be said too much at all, just one sentence is enough.
Lu Qi'an felt a pain in his chest, and said softly, "How could I give up on you."
The moment he returned to Lu's house to meet Lu Zhiyuan, he had already given up everything for Fu Jia. He gave up his prominent family background, his elders who loved him dearly, and his friends from childhood to adulthood.
Since then, he has only Fu Jia.