The prolonged kiss made Fu Jia deprived of oxygen. He was completely weak and unable to speak. He could only breathe in small mouths while looking at Lu Qi'an with wet eyes. That look looks like being bullied, aggrieved, pitiful and cute.
Lu Qi'an supported the seat, propped up his upper body slightly, and relaxed the pressure on him: "Did I hurt you?"
His breath lingered between the lips and teeth of the two of them, and went straight into Fu Jia's body. Fu Jia was dizzy and wanted to hide back, but he couldn't find a space to hide.
"No..." he whispered, "but don't do this, I... I can't react."
He couldn't keep up with Lu Qi'an's rhythm, and he couldn't keep up with every step.
In the past seven years, perhaps Lu Qi'an came here with a clear goal. Every second time passed, he was getting closer to a definite future. But Fu Jia is not, his future is ambiguous, he has no hope and no goal, he can only shatter his expectations a little bit by himself in the long years.
"I was in a hurry just now, I'm sorry." Lu Qi'an said, "Tell me if you don't feel comfortable, and we'll take your time."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Fu Jia to respond, and lowered his head to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was gentle and restrained. Lu Qi'an always paid attention to Fu Jia's breathing and supported his limp body with his hands.
The kiss was thoughtful enough, but Fu Jia was still unable to breathe. He closed his eyes in discomfort, and the tears that he had endured for a long time also slipped uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
He said with a crying voice: "Don't do this, Lu Qi'an..."
Lu Qi'an finally stopped, not only feeling sorry for his tears, but also tortured by desire. He wiped Fu Jia's tears with his fingers and asked, "Why not call Mr. Lu?"
Fu Jia sniffed and said, "See what you want my name to be."
"Any name is fine." Lu Qi'an said, "Mr. Lu is also good, because he can be used to address his husband."
husband
Fu Jia almost fainted and said, "Can you not, don't..."
A thin layer of pink appeared on his face, and he stammered. After so many years, many people, including himself, thought he had changed, but in fact he had not changed at all. After Lu Qi'an appeared, he would not learn to hide and disguise, and he would show a shy mood when he was teased a little.
Likewise, Lu Qi'an didn't change at all. Fu Jia can always make him lose control. Now Fu Jia is walking around outside his cage with the key. If Fu Jia doesn't open the door to comfort him, he will break out of the cage.
"From the day Mingyue Songjian sent you back, I wanted to kiss you like I did today. Everywhere I've been in the past seven years, I've imagined what we would do if you were by my side." Lu Qi'an said, " I thought you rejected me that day, so I didn't do anything, today... I want to do more than kiss you, but I'm patient."
He is enduring.
He endured it with all his reason, and didn't do anything too much to Fu Jia.
He didn't know what to say, but it made the atmosphere in the car even more ambiguous. Fu Jia's hands and feet were numb, his heart was empty, and his voice was even more empty: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you want... If you want, you don't have to bear it."
Lu Qi'an's blood was surging, and he ran out madly. He grabbed his hands and pulled them back, saying, "You don't have to compromise for me, I'll take you home first today."
Fu Jia's mind was a mess, and he asked him, "What about my car?"
Lu Qi'an didn't answer, and quickly started the car and drove away.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Am I more important than the car now?"
Lu Qi'an didn't ask Fu Jia's current address, and didn't use the navigation. He drove the car to Fu Jia's house skillfully as if returning home.
Fu Jia's mind was confused, it could be said that he was so confused that he didn't care why Lu Qi'an knew his address.
He got out of the car, and Lu Qi'an followed him out of the car. With a look of anxiety on his face, Lu Qi'an had to explain: "I'll only take you downstairs."
Fu Jia shook his head and whispered, "No, come up and sit down."
Lu Qi looked at him steadily, almost wanting to see a hole in him.
Fu Jia wiped his sweat off his clothes, reached out to hold Lu Qi'an, and said, "Let's go, don't look at me all the time, look ahead."
He only grabbed Lu Qi'an's fingertips, and did not dare to use force. Lu Qi'an immediately grabbed him back, wrapped his hand in his palm, and said, "Then you go ahead of me."
Fu Jia's heart was beating wildly, and she walked in front of Lu Qi'an under the pressure, holding hands with him all the way.
When he got to the front of his house, he took out the key to open the door. Lu Qi'an held his hand and helped him open the door steadily.
The small apartment of 40 square meters, as soon as you enter the door, you can see the whole house clearly. There are traces of Fu Jia's life everywhere in the house - the shoe cabinet is a log color, and outside are his slippers, which are a pair of blue-gray cotton slippers. There was a box of beer piled next to the dining table, which had already been opened. I don't know how many bottles were drunk by Fu Jia, and a few were kept in the refrigerator for later use.
There was a T-shirt hanging on the sofa, but only this T-shirt, and all the other sundries were neatly packed. On the coffee table is a box of tissue paper, a TV remote control, and a small pot of green plants. The paper is kept in a wooden box, and the remote control is also kept in a protective cover. The green plants are very healthy, and I think they have been taken care of by the owner.
Fu Jia lived a simple life, but worked hard.
Lu Qi'an hugged Fu Jia, and half pushed and half hugged him to the sofa, protecting his back and crushing him.
He leaned into Fu Jia's ear and said, "I can't just sit and go."
Fu Jiaergen turned red and said, "I know... but I haven't done it for a long time, so I might not be able to get in... There is no lubricant and condoms at home... "
He didn't think about whether he would be in pain, he was just worried that without the aid of lubricant, he might not be able to accommodate Lu Qi'an, which would bring him a bad experience. Condoms are also very important. When he was young, Lu Qi'an could enter his body without any qualms. When he grows up, it will be different. With condoms, it will be cleaner and safer.
Lu Qi'an didn't seem to be bothered by this, he put his hand into the hem of Fu Jia's clothes, pushed his clothes all the way up from the waist, and pushed his clothes to his chest.
He looked down at Fu Jia's abdominal muscles and asked, "Have you exercised?"
They were familiar with each other's bodies when they were young, every inch of skin, even the folds inside, were all familiar. Even if seven years have passed and Fu Jia has changed, Lu Qi'an still remembers his sensitive areas.
Fu Jia felt his waist soften and said, "Occasionally I go to the gym..."
"It's so good." Lu Qi'an praised him and used his fingers to grind his nipples.
Fu Jia's reaction was great, she shivered and almost slipped off the sofa. Lu Qi'an hugged him firmly and asked, "Have you met anyone else over the years?"
He knew not, and he was sure not, but he wanted to listen to Fu Jia himself.
"No..." Fu Jia raised his hand and put his arms around Lu Qi'an's neck, as if acting like a spoiled child, with a long ending, "How could there be someone else, I only have you, I only have you..."
Lu Qi'an's abdomen was hot, and his lower body was extremely hard. He pressed close to Fu Jia, felt the touch of his skin, and continued to ask, "You don't have anyone else, how did you solve it for the past seven years?"
A healthy young man cannot live without lust for seven years. Fu Jia recalled some clips from these years, and was so ashamed that she was about to cry.
Lu Qi soothed his back and coaxed: "Don't cry, Jiajia. The same is true for me. I have no one else in these years. When I want it, I think of you."
Fu Jia buried his face in his chest, tens of thousands of words stuck in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.
Lu Qi'an kissed the top of his hair and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can you help me get it out by hand?"
They have only just started over, and nothing has to be rushed. Today, with no preparation, Lu Qi'an didn't want to rush to the end with Fu Jia.
Fu Jia responded, hands down, and touched Lu Qi'an's things. It had been hard for a long time, sticking to Fu Jia's legs, and the temperature was so hot that it almost burned the skin.
The stimulation of his hand alone could not satisfy Lu Qi'an. He tossed and tossed Fu Jia for a long time, but failed to shoot.
Fu Jia was tossed by Lu Qi'an in every part of his body, especially the nipples on his chest, which were congested and swollen, and he couldn't even touch his clothes, but Lu Qi'an rubbed them with his hands.
Fu Jia shot twice and burst into tears before Lu Qi'an was willing to shoot in his hand.