Zhou Qichen didn’t sleep with Lang Feng until their third date. He was about to take a taxi from the restaurant and had already placed the order on the taxi app. The driver was only one intersection away from arriving. At this time, Lang Feng suddenly turned around and said to him, “Do you want to come to my house?”
He frowned slightly, as if he didn't often make such invitations and felt uncomfortable.
It was Zhou Qichen who asked him, "Are you sure?"
Lang Feng nodded.
When walking up to the top floor in the elevator, Zhou Qichen realized that he had forgotten to cancel his taxi order. But Lang Feng was holding his wrist, and he couldn't move, and he didn't want to move - damn it, let's just help the society, he thought.
To be precise, he went into his room. They didn't go to ** at all.
The two of them did it while standing, and Zhou Qichen finally got what he wanted. Just like that night in Fang Hao's dark guest bedroom, he pressed Lang Feng against the snow-white wall next to the shiny floor-to-ceiling window in the top-floor suite of the five-star Yueguo Hotel.
The French window was covered with a veil, and the street lights and night outside were only half-real. His penis was buried in Lang Feng's body and kept going in and out. He hadn't taken off his pants yet, but Lang Feng was naked, leaving only the soft golden necklace around his neck. In the fierce sex, the necklace was pulled and turned 180 degrees, and the golden cross was facing Zhou Qichen's face. The satisfaction and sense of guilt that he finally tasted after waiting for a long time were almost driving him crazy. He whispered a few words to Lang Feng, licked his ears, and then fiercely pushed his thing into his hole, squeezing his scrotum into the narrow buttocks. Lang Feng lowered his head to bear it, his fingers supporting the wall, his arms tensed, and only when he reached the innermost point would he let out a soft cry.
Lang Feng was definitely not the most expressive person among his sex partners. He was silent most of the time, trying to control his voice, his waist was not weak, and he would not twist or scream. Zhou Qichen could not count the number of people who were more interesting than him with two hands. He even had reason to suspect that Lang Feng did not do the bottom at all, or did not know how to do it. However, the moment he pressed him against the wall and his hands were covered with lubrication and fucked his ass, he said nothing. He could have refused.
Zhou Qichen knew that he was not gentle, and gentleness would not push the other person against the wall, and gentleness was never his byword. In sex, he was always very direct, and he thought he had good skills, about 80 out of 10. People who had slept with him had a high rate of returning to him, but he generally would not do it a second time.
But the person in front of him was Lang Feng… He was the youngest Asian captain of KLM. People who lived in Daxing teased him as the little prince of Airbus. Although he had taken off the silver four-stripe uniform, the mark was still there. He was gentle and polite, and he deserved the title of "chosen one". The calmer he was, the more Zhou Qichen wanted to rush around and act unreasonably. He relied on his willpower and respect for each other to endure until today, until the moment when Lang Feng took the initiative to invite him upstairs.
Zhou Qichen sighed silently. Lang Feng's back is also good-looking, his skin is white all over his body, and his lines from shoulders to thighs are smooth. Except for not being able to do zero, everything else is good. This time is not enough.