Zhou Qichen wanted to clean it up in the bathroom by himself at first, but then he thought it was too troublesome, and it hurt when he put his fingers in, so he just gave up. After the pleasure, it was actually a bit uncomfortable. He was too hasty just now. After the pleasure was over, the pain came back. There was no bleeding, but the skin at the base of his thigh was indeed broken. The teeth marks on the tattoo were particularly obvious. If he used more force, it would bleed. One of his knees had already left a red mark on the wooden floor, not to mention the marks on his waist, neck and body. But at this moment, Zhou Qichen looked in the mirror and remembered that Lang Feng's light kiss just now was imprinted on the surgical incision on his lower back. In medical terms, the sutured incision needs to heal for a whole month, or it only takes that 0.1 second.
Almost five minutes later, Lang Feng pulled open the shower curtain and walked in, asking him, "Can I help you?"
The bathtub and shower room, originally designed for one person, were forced to accommodate two grown men, and there was basically no room to turn around. He thought at first that Lang Feng was going to do it again - the memory of the last time in this bathtub was enough to traumatize him for a while. But Lang Feng didn't. He inserted his fingers into Zhou Qichen's body, stretched the slightly red and swollen hole, and let the semen flow out. This moment was actually a bit embarrassing. Zhou Qichen grabbed the water pipe this time, turned his back to him, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, allowing Lang Feng to move behind him.
However, no matter how strong his willpower was, he couldn't resist Lang Feng's fingers grinding his sensitive area. Then, before his brain could react, his lower body responded. He still didn't open his eyes, but from the sound, he knew that Lang Feng had knelt down, inserted his fingers into his ass and moved them, and then his penis was wrapped by a soft, wet and hot inner wall.
When Zhou Qichen opened his eyes again, he saw Lang Feng kneeling on the ground and giving him a blowjob. His enlarged penis was in Lang Feng's mouth, and he was trying to suck it, but his eyes were always looking at him. The high temperature and steam made it difficult for him to breathe, and he even felt like he was going to have hallucinations. Zhou Qichen touched Lang Feng's face with his hand, and saw that his scrotum was tightly pressed against Lang Feng's smooth face and thin lips. He felt that he was blaspheming something sacred, but this idea made him shamefully excited and out of control. He wanted to dirty the other person, pull him down to the mortal world, and pull him to his side.
Later, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he closed his eyes again, called Lang Feng's nickname and ejaculated in his mouth.
After making love, he ejaculated again. Zhou Qichen turned around and took a closer look, only to find that a non-slip mat had been added to the bathroom. The instigator, Lang Feng, stood up straight and walked under the shower. The fine rain curtain wet his hair and eyelashes, and his face pressed against Zhou Qichen's.
Finally, it was Lang Feng who broke the silence. Both of them had already showered and cleaned up, but the entrance was still a mess. However, Zhou Qichen felt tired, so he lay down on the bed, then patted the bed beside him, motioning Lang Feng to lie down as well. Lang Feng lay down, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he apologized again: "I'm sorry, I..."
Zhou Qichen didn't let him continue: "Stop talking."
Lang Feng did not apologize to him again, but his dark eyes stared at him, making Zhou Qichen lose all his composure. He sighed and said, "I've said it all, it's okay." Without the other party saying anything more, Zhou Qichen understood his thoughts with just one move. He had said before, "If you want to see me, go see me. I shouldn't interfere with your decision." At that time, he felt that it was a bit too absolute to be correct. Now it seems that Lang Feng is not without emotions, but he manages and restrains them, letting reason speak. Maybe it's because he met someone, the inner demon that Zhou Qichen had been describing has a face and a concrete image. At this moment, Lang Feng's emotions finally defeated reason.