Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 91

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Bu Chonghua suddenly stopped and looked back at Wu Yu, only to see his eyes shining with a star of light, like soft pearls shining in the dimness.

"..." He turned back and walked in front of Wu Yu, leaned over to look at him and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Wu Yu seemed to want to say something, but he smiled but didn't say anything, and then lifted his upper body in the air to kiss him.

This posture particularly tested his waist strength, and the next moment he was pressed back on the piano cover by Bu Chonghua.

This kiss was obviously different from just now. The lips and tongues were entangled in the fiery breath, as if to swallow each other's deepest and most secret souls into each other's throats. Wu Yu fumbled to unbutton Bu Chonghua's buttons one by one, and took off his jacket and shirt with his backhand. He felt the other's very young and lean muscle lines in his palm due to strict self-discipline and years of exercise; but he hadn't had time to go down. , Suddenly his hand was grabbed and pressed onto the velvet, Bu Chonghua's fingers trembled slightly to unbutton his button, and he staggered twice.

There was a slight zipper sound in the breath, and then the end of the belt clapped against the solid wood edge of the piano bench and fell to the ground.

The light and shadow made Bu Chonghua's cheeks extra sharp, especially when he was staring at something like this, there was a kind of intimidating beauty. He placed his left hand between Wu Yu's full head of black hair and the piano key cover. He bent down and looked at Wu Yu carefully. His lips were restrained, but his amber pupils became very deep, like a flame slowing down in the depths. Slowly burn more vigorously.

The heat was mediated by the gazes of the two of them staring at each other, making the air in the piano room seem to be burning.

"...You are so beautiful," Wu Yu raised the hand that was not held down and stroked Bu Chonghua's forehead, murmured in a low voice.

After a pause, he lowered his eyes as if he couldn't help sighing, and said, "You are the most beautiful person I have ever met."

There is actually a deep meaning behind this sentence, and it immediately pierced the most unbearable point of Chonghua like a steel needle, piercing the nerve center deeply. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed like a bite. The two of them made intermittent noises in the entanglement. Wu Yu was pressed with one hand, and the other hand was hooked on Bu Chonghua's shoulder. Palm: "—ah!"

"Does it hurt?"

Wu Yu bit his canine teeth without saying a word, and for a long time squeezed out a sentence: "The cocoon on your hand..."

Bu Chonghua took a deep breath before holding back, got up and left for more than ten seconds, then turned back, squeezed out a half-pipe of hand cream and wiped it casually, then went in again, put it in Wu Yu's ear and whispered, "That's not a callus, That's a scar."

Wu Yu tried his best to relax his body, his face soaked in cold sweat was pressed against the dark blue velvet cover, even more pale, but his lips were moist and red, trembling slightly and didn't understand: "… What?"

"The scar you drew on the bridge rail that day." Bu Chonghua's lips almost touched the pinna of his ear: "Look, if it was you... I would know that you lost an extra hair."

Every syllable of his character was smiling, and before the last syllable fell, Wu Yu suddenly flicked his waist up!

Wu Yu's whole figure was like a vibrato when the strings were plucked to the extreme. Bu Chonghua grabbed his back in time, and then pulled out his fingers. Because of his extreme patience, his face was dark and pressed, so he carried him like this. He got up in three steps and took two steps to the outer living room, fell on the large sofa, and knelt on the other side with one knee over his body, leaning down to kiss the tattoo on his shoulder blade.

This sensitive area seemed to directly drive the current into Wu Yu's brain, and he immediately propped up his upper body with one elbow: "Don't touch there... um—"

The pain of being stretched out in an instant made Wu Yu's final tone change. From the inner thigh to the knee bend, the calf and even the ankle were tense and trembling, and he buried his head on the inner side of the elbow supported on the sofa. This action made his black hair rub against the back of the snow-white sofa, his shoulders hunched up at an abrupt angle, the wings of the light-ink bird fluttered, and even his long neck was bent to the extreme.

But it still hurts, it really hurts so much, the pain and intimacy that fit so hard made him unable to utter a word.

"Where can't you touch?" Bu Chonghua went out a little bit, reached out to pull his wet chin, and asked in a low voice, "How many things are you not allowed to touch?"

Wu Yu's eyelashes became darker due to the moisture, but the ends of the transparent eyelids were a little red again. He was trembling and trying to say something, but was blocked by the invasion that suddenly reached the deepest part. He tried his best to raise his head. A silent panting.

It seemed that he had never been invaded into such a deep place, those wounds that had been infected, inflamed and painful to the bone marrow, no leather whip, no knife tips or bullets. He squeezed out a groan of pain and venting from his chest, and every time he reached the innermost part, he clenched his fingers uncontrollably, his five fingers spasmed and his bones protruded, and his fingernails left a few whitish marks on the sofa. Bu Chonghua stretched out his hand and held it tightly, the two of them interlaced their fingers tightly on each other, and even the sweat was smeared together.

"Slow... slow... slow-"

The one who answered Wu Yu was that the creaking sound of the sofa suddenly intensified, and it drowned out his weak pleas.

"Where did you get the tattoo?" Bu Chonghua gasped and kissed his protruding butterfly bone, kissing the tattoo that trembled with his movements, and asked, "When did you get the tattoo

Wu Yu buried his head and did not answer.

Bu Chonghua suddenly bit the back of his neck and pulled it out completely. The pain of his flesh being pierced by sharp teeth and another more indescribable craving immediately swept through every inch of Wu Yu's body. He almost immediately wanted to turn over, but was tightly pressed against the sofa by Bu Chonghua's strong upper body. Can't move: "Where is the tattoo?"

“… Yun, Yun Dian, you…”

"When was it tattooed?"

"twenty… "

"Why tattoo this?"

Bu Chonghua's expression has a powerful calm that controls everything, even though his eyes are full of bloodshots due to his excessive patience, and he is a little bit hostile. Wu Yu rubbed against him uncomfortably, but the suppressed posture made him unable to sway, and after a long while he couldn't bear to roar: "To go to jail! Do you want me to tell you the details of the squatting room? That's it? Want to hear if I want to send you in to experience it too?!"

His words were just out of his mouth, but Bu Chonghua didn't answer, he just looked at him quietly, and for a moment nostalgia and sadness filled his expression.

Then he lowered his head to kiss Wu Yu's sweaty temple hair, from the white cheeks all the way to the neck and shoulders, while kissing the birds struggling to flap their wings on and off the shoulder blades, he inserted them again slowly and deeply, until Wu Yu was barely holding on. Putting on his upper body, he let out an unbearable sob.

This time, Bu Chonghua didn't hold back. He clenched Wu Yu's sweat-soaked fingers with one hand, while the other arm was wrapped around Wu Yu's waist. Every friction and collision was extremely fast and violent, as if he wanted to It's as if the scarred soul was pulled out of the body. The pleasure is like a wave of torrents that is stronger than the wave hitting the gate. Wu Yu can no longer hear what his hoarse voice is calling, and his ears are booming. It seems that countless light spots are flickering and bursting in front of him. It erupted under continuous high-intensity stimulation.

He really hadn't vented like this for a long, long time, and his eyes turned black in an instant, his body twitched and twisted uncontrollably, and even the messy inner thigh muscles were spasming, but deep inside his body, he was still entangled in death.

"Look at me, Wu Yu." Bu Chonghua breathed in his ear and asked, "Would you like to live with me like this in the future?"

Wu Yucibai's face was flushed with layers of red, his eyebrows and eyes were as black as they had been washed with water, and he was shaking and clenching his teeth.

Bu Chonghua suddenly pulled out, because he was forced to endure at the most critical moment and acted rudely, he turned him over and lay on his back on the sofa, so that the two of them were facing each other in this posture and were close to each other: "Ask you, eh? Do you really want to be with me in the future?"

Wu Yu looked at him, his chest heaving up and down but he couldn't speak, until he gasped a few times before reaching out to hold Bu Chonghua's face and pulling him closer, and said hoarsely, "I'll follow you wherever you go."

Even if one day I leave this sun-drenched earth and sink into the bottomless fissure, my soul will always accompany you, in the abyss you don't want to see.

He leaned up hard to kiss Bu Chonghua's straight eyebrows and nose, the shimmering light in his eyes was sincere and gentle, like kissing the most perfect god statue he had ever seen in his life. The hair on the back of his head was suddenly caught in the next moment. Bu Chonghua didn't know what sudden emotions he was venting, and he inserted himself into the deepest place extremely ruthlessly and deeply. As a result, Wu Yu couldn't even support his waist and crotch, so he leaned back unbearably. Raised his neck.

"I'm not what you think," Bu Chonghua breathed, gritted his teeth and said, "Then..."

He didn't say any more, just pulled himself out a little and rammed back harder.

This depth is indeed too much for a face-to-face attitude. After a few consecutive times, Wu Yu finally couldn't stand it and started to struggle. He instinctively moved upwards to escape, but then Bu Chonghua grabbed his hand and pressed it against the sofa cushion. inside. In this way, Wu Yu's body was forced to open completely, and the movement was so heavy that even the sofa shook vaguely. Every time he hit, countless whip-like electric currents hit his limbs and bones. Because of the huge stimulation, his temples were throbbing. beat.

Wu Yu closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled violently, while Bu Chonghua stared at every trace of his expression and reaction, and finally, after shrugging for an unknown number of times, he became faster and more fierce, and suddenly completely Into the deepest shot out.

This was also the first time in his life for Bu Chonghua. It was as if the torrent finally broke out and broke through the gate. The pleasure continued to wash through every nerve in the whole body.

He rubbed Wu Yu's wet face hard, pressed him into his arms, and kissed the corners of his cheeks and lips that were still shaking. This kind of strong and urgent comfort was completely subconscious. Wu Yu finally calmed down in the continuous kiss and hug. The sound of the two's gasps fluctuated between the tightly coupled sofas, and finally gradually loosened up in a circle. into the air.

"What's wrong?" Bu Chonghua asked in a low voice.

The two were still on top of each other, Wu Yu stared intently at the pair of amber eyes in front of him, his lips moved, but he hesitated.

Bu Chonghua asked, "Does it hurt?"

Wu Yu shook his head invisibly.

"what is that?"

"… "

Wu Yu was condensed and didn't know what he was thinking, and the large pieces of skin were touching each other without any cover, and there was an indescribably intimate atmosphere under the warm yellow halo. Bu Chonghua moved in his heart, lowered his head and wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly heard him finally whisper, "Do you really like me?"

Hearing this, it seemed that he just wanted to confirm it suddenly. It seemed that if Bu Chonghua denied it, he would not feel too sorry.

Bu Chonghua was stunned, looking at those black and white eyes, he couldn't say a lot of words there, nodded for a while and said in a low voice, "Yeah."

The corners of Wu Yu's lips lifted, and although the curvature was slightly invisible, Bu Chonghua could feel that he seemed a little happy, and lifted his head to receive a light and warm kiss.