Sleeping with Gu Ye, Qiao Yang felt no pressure at first.
The days when I slept in a dormitory with a few big boys in college were very happy.
People often crammed together on a bed, shirtless and naked, playing cards and games.
From time to time, when several boys share resources, which buddy can't control it, he runs to the toilet and bathroom to solve the problem on the spot.
Qiao Yang is not used to it.
When the two of them took turns taking a shower, turned off the lights, and sat on the bed, Qiao Yang noticed a different atmosphere.
After the bright crystal pendant was extinguished, only a dim yellow night light was turned on, causing the whole room to fall into a hazy silence.
He sat on the luxurious and comfortable super bed, surrounded by the steam of the bath and the fragrance of the shower gel.
Opposite is Gu Ye, who just walked out of the bathroom. He walked towards his bed in a baggy bathrobe and said in a low voice, "I've finished washing too."
In the dimly lit room, Gu Ye's deep peach blossom eyes were particularly bright, and the slightly drooping and slightly upturned eyes had a hazy feeling of being drunk instead of drunk.
Coupled with his low magnetic voice, he asked, "Are you going to sleep now?"
There was a certain fragrance in the room all of a sudden.
It's completely different from the boys' dormitory full of stinky feet and sweat in college.
Qiao Yang's heart began to drift up and down. He hummed, his eyes dodged a little and said, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."
"it is good."
Gu Ye said, and approached step by step.
The waistband of the nightgown was loosely fastened, allowing the loose fabric to spread out in a V-shape, revealing a strong moon chest and rough muscle lines. With the movement, the nightgown was lifted to reveal two straight legs.
The skin uncovered by the bathrobe was light honey-colored, with the scent of the warm steam and fragrant shower gel just out of the bathroom.
Like extremely thick and precipitated honey, the enticing portraits go to taste the taste.
It is the male beauty that the stinky boys in the same dormitory in college can't match.
Qiao Yang looked away completely. He got into the bed and turned his back to Gu Ye's direction and started playing with his mobile phone. He said, "Liu Wen just brought you a set of quilts to put on the sofa, you can take the cover yourself."
Gu Ye looked at the quilt on the sofa, but didn't go to get it.
He sat down beside the bed, reached out and picked up a strand of Qiao Yang's hair, and asked, "You just fell asleep before your hair is completely dry?"
Qiao Yang didn't care, "It's okay, I'll do it myself in a while."
Gu Ye sat closer to him: "Would you like me to blow it for you?"
While asking, he continued to fiddle with Qiao Yang's hair, and stroked it with the palm of his hand from the forehead to the back of his head.
Qiao Yang's short, steamy hair slipped between his fingers, cool and soft.
Qiao Yang paused, but did not escape.
The wide and warm palms and soft finger pulps slide across the sensitive scalp, bringing a crisp, numb feeling like a thin electric current passing through the nerves of the whole body.
The comfort made people tremble uncontrollably, and he relaxed all over.
Gu Ye's movements were slow and casual, as if he was casually rubbing something, which also made people unsuspecting.
Qiao Yang couldn't help squinting his eyes, and the phone slipped out of his hands. He exhaled softly as if enjoying it, and said, "...No, it's too much trouble."
Seeing that he didn't dodge, Gu Ye got into bed.
It's just that he didn't lie down, but sat next to Qiao Yang with his back to him, leaning against the bed, looking down at his head buried in the pillow, and stroking it one by one.
It's just more and more action.
He twisted his hair with his fingers for a while, and then slid his fingers along the hairline behind his ears, rubbing Qiao Yang's ears twice by the way.
Further back, his fingertips slid into the collar of the pajamas through the cervical vertebrae, and when they were about to touch the back, Qiao Yang shrank his neck and chuckled: "...Itchy, don't touch it."
Gu Ye stopped, but put his palm on his shoulder and asked, "You spent so long in front of the computer arranging music in the afternoon, are your shoulders tired? Would you like me to rub it for you?"
Qiao Yang asked back with a smile, "You will rub someone's shoulders?"
After all, he is the only eldest young master of the Gu family. He became the president of the Gu family at a young age, and it is impossible to do the work of rubbing people's shoulders.
Gu Ye squeezed twice on the person's shoulder, and asked back, "How about you try it?"
Qiao Yang rolled over and lay down: "Okay, then come on."
Gu Ye got permission, leaned next to Qiao Yang and put his hand on his shoulder and kneaded.
Qiao Yang is slightly thinner, and his shoulders are also slightly thin. He started very gently, in addition to his shoulders, he also rubbed Qiao Yang's arms, neck, palms down his neck, and slid into the back of his collar.
Qiao Yang's skin is very white and soft, and the places he rubbed will turn red, like the mark he left on this body.
He couldn't help but start heavy, trying to leave these marks deeper.
He also deliberately leaned down to sniff on his red shoulders and asked, "What body wash are you using? It smells good. I smelled jasmine before, have you changed it now?"
Qiao Yang replied lazily: "Well~ I didn't bring the jasmine flavor."
Gu Ye's palm is wide and warm, and the strength is just right, and the feeling of being pressed is really comfortable.
He was a little embarrassed at first, but after a while, he immersed himself in it and enjoyed it with peace of mind.
After a while, he started to fall asleep.
Gu Ye held back a strange look in his eyes. The palm that fell on Qiao Yang was still trying to probe deeper into the collar.
But he heard Qiao Yang's more and more steady breathing, until he let out a soft sound of snoring.
Gu Ye: ? ? ! ! !
Qiao Yang is actually really, asleep, asleep!
Gu Ye looked at his palm speechlessly.
Is it because Qiao Yang's heart is too big, or is he really gifted with pinch shoulder massage.
His excuse to rub him was to get people excited.
What the hell is rubbing and falling asleep, doesn't this make him not asking for trouble
It's not easy to use jealousy as an excuse to sleep in a bed, but just sleep? !
He stared at the sleeping man with a calm face, sighing in addition to sighing.
Qiao Yang's feelings are delicate and sensitive, but in these respects, he is sluggish and despairing.
He was helpless. Lying down on his side, he supported his head with one hand and carefully observed the sleeping Qiao Yang.
Qiao Yang slept with his hands on the pillow like an innocent child. When he didn't talk or laugh, he had a cold aura because of his thin lips and sharp jawline.
But the ends of the tightly closed eyes curved into a beautiful arc, covered with two rows of thick eyelashes.
Gu Ye's heart was full of fire, he stretched out his fingers and fiddled with Qiao Yang's two rows of eyelashes. The sleeping man frowned, twisted his face and continued to sleep.
Gu Ye rubbed the back of his hand against his face again, the warm and fair skin rubbed against the rough lines on the back of his hand, and they could feel the comfort of the contrast.
Qiao Yang snorted and rubbed the back of his warm hand more closely. Even his body sensed the warmth next to him, and instinctively leaned towards Gu Ye's body.
Gu Ye took advantage of the situation and hugged the person into his arms.
His hand didn't stop, his fingertips caressed his face, lips, jaw, Adam's apple, protruding collarbone... and gradually slipped into the collar.
No matter how big of a heart a person is, he can feel it when he is touched like a fire.
Qiao Yang opened his eyes in a daze, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing, you're sleeping... uh!"
He didn't speak, his mouth was gagged.
Gu Ye kissed him, but it was very light. He opened his mouth slightly to hold his thin lips, sucked it softly, and then let go.
He kissed during the day, Qiao Yang was not too surprised, and because he had just fallen asleep, his muscles and nerves were extremely relaxed, and he didn't want to move.
He didn't even bother to wipe off the moisturizing Gu Ye left on his lips, so he closed his eyes again: "...don't make trouble."
Gu Ye coaxed him lightly and said, "Okay, you sleep, I want to kiss you a few more times, just a few more times."
Qiao Yang grunted in half-sleep and half-awake as a promise.
Gu Ye's kiss was even more presumptuous. His mouth, cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders fell gently, leaving a touch of moist water vapor everywhere he went.
The light pecks gradually deepened, turning into sucking and even nibbling.
Qiao Yang, who was originally unconscious, was slowly ignited by a small flame until he was fully awake and found the changes in his body.
He was stupid and started to push Gu Ye away.
During college, his roommates often huddled together at night to share resources. He had no interest in listening to the voices inside, and instinctively rejected them.
When there is a physical need, he will solve it on his own, but not very often.
And now, he was actually reacted by Gu Ye's kiss.
He ducked and pushed Gu Ye: "You, don't touch it."
Gu Ye had already realized that he chuckled and hugged the person tighter in his arms, chuckling and said, "It's okay, I'll help you."
Qiao Yang's ears were all red, and he said, "No need... I, I'll do it myself."
Gu Ye lay beside his ear, kissed his shoulder, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Don't you think of me as your boyfriend yet?"
Qiao Yang was shocked: "Huh? What?"
Gu Ye said again, inducing him like: "Isn't it the most useful time for boyfriends?"
Boyfriend, yeah.
He and Gu Ye are lovers now.
hugged, kissed...
While Qiao Yang was still hesitating, Gu Ye's palm had already begun to comfort him and coax him.
It's like pinching his shoulders just now, but from the waist to the abdomen...
Qiao Yang's breathing stopped for a while, and then he stopped moving. With a comfortable stroking, the desire to burst out of the whole body also diffused a little bit. He instinctively accepts, and even wants more.
Qiao Yang was lying with his back to Gu Ye, curled up in a strong and broad embrace, reassuring and comfortable.
Gu Ye's palm was very large and generous. When he was holding it, Rurong was surrounded by an indescribable warmth and softness. He never knew it would feel like this.
It makes people lose their thinking and consciousness, and even breathe as Gu Ye's hands move up and down.
The mind is blank, and the body and mind just want to sink.
It was as if he had been opened to a new world, and he was excited by a fresh and joyful experience he had never had before.
Even ignoring the shoulders and necks that have been kissed all the time, and Yuexiong's mouth being rubbed.
Until he let out a long sigh, the boiling blood gradually faded, and his brain gradually became sober, and he began to understand what was happening in front of him.
Gu Ye's low question came from behind: "My clothes are dirty, do you want to go to the bathroom for a change?"
Qiao Yang calmed down for a while, then turned to face Gu Ye.
His face was still red, and his eyes gleamed with the excitement of the first taste.
He went straight to Gu Ye and hugged Gu Ye, and gently kissed his chin. He reached out and grabbed the spot where he had been poking him just now, and said, "Wait a while, I'll help you too."
Gu Ye hugged him tightly and still kissed him. The man's fair shoulders and neck had long left marks, the marks he gave him.
In a trance, there was only one thought in his mind, he wanted to keep these marks on this man forever, and let this man belong to him forever.
After a long time, the two took turns to take a shower.
Qiao Yang's pajama pants were soiled, and he couldn't find a change for a while, so he threw himself into the bed with only the bathrobe wrapped around his waist.
He was languid and tired, but not sleepy.
This experience brought joy and excitement to his body and mind.
He looked at Gu Ye and smiled slightly complaining: "My hands are sore."
Gu Ye didn't speak, just sat next to Qiao Yang, grabbed his hand and rubbed lightly, and lowered his head to peck, his eyes were full of intense and inseparable affection.
Qiao Yang understood the meaning in his eyes, and he felt the same way.
The intimate embrace of more than an hour has further sublimated the relationship between the two, and they have a different kind of attachment to each other.
Qiao Yang nestled in Gu Ye's arms, letting his hands, his lips, and his hot body touch him tightly.
Gentle and meticulous.
It's an addicting experience.
The young and active body, coupled with freshness and excitement, was quickly ignited again.
Gu Ye's palm slid over his back, stopped at the tailbone around his waist where the bathrobe was tied, and gently stroked his fingertips, asking, "Is there any more?"
It's still a low-pitched magnetic voice, and at this moment, it is sexy and charming.
Qiao Yang replied in a low voice, yes.
The sound was very low, like it was brought out when exhaling.
Qiao Yang nestled in Gu Ye's arms, and it seemed that he was surrounded by Gu Ye's unique warm breath.
He took a deep breath of the reassuring and comforting smell, and from time to time, like a kitten, he nibbled on the rough, honey-colored muscle texture.
Gu Ye was very tolerant, and let Qiao Yang's little gestures be innocuous.
But he was also slightly strong. He lowered his head and kissed Qiao Yang's shoulder, neck, and chest with the marks that belonged to him.
The room illuminated by the dim light is quiet and romantic.
Occasionally light and heavy breathing broke the silence and gave the room a different atmosphere.
Not long after, Qiao Yang lightly bit the arm that hugged him: "bath towel, no more."
"it is good."
Gu Ye hugged Qiao Yang, still breathing calmly, tore off the sticky bath towel for him and threw it to the ground.
The fingers still rubbed lightly along the arc of his waist, staying at the coccyx.
He asked Qiao Yang, "If you don't want to move, just lie down and I'll get a towel."
However, Qiao Yang hugged Gu Ye and didn't let go, with the tip of his nose rubbing against his firm chest, with a lazy expression and a soothing tone: "It's my turn to help you."
His complexion was still rosy afterward, and his breath was unstable when he spoke, and his lips were close to Gu Ye's chest, tickling his heart.
Gu Ye hugged him tightly, wishing to rub him into his heart.
He whispered: "...Aren't your hands sore, let's change the method."