Yan Sikong suddenly felt his mouth dry and his heart beating wildly. He felt Feng Ye's warm and soft lips lingering on his neck repeatedly, and the arms around his waist kept tightening, as if To make the two into one.
The lingering pictures that were once to death were released from the depths of the sealed memory and flooded into my mind.
Humans have the seven emotions and six desires, and he minimizes the most useless sexual desires for him. When he was young, he wandered around the rivers and lakes, and became an official among the young people. Is male or female. There is only one person who makes him unable to restrain himself, does not want to restrain him, and takes him to experience the bliss in the world.
This person once gave him pure and unreserved affection, pushed him into the abyss, even defended the city for him, fended off arrows, and gave up the easy-to-get throne.
The pain has been entangled for half a lifetime, and they are still "reluctant" for each other.
Now this person is embracing him tightly, and every kiss that lands on his skin is like a burning fire, awakening his long-frozen longing.
He struggled to turn around in Feng Ye's arms, put his hands on his broad chest, and stared at Feng Ye's spring-filled eyes without blinking.
Feng Ye is like a wolf who has been hungry for a long time and finally sees its prey, his eyes are shining with enthusiasm, but under Yan Sikong's gaze, his urgency becomes hesitant, and the hesitation gradually turns into disappointment, he lowers his eyes, Don't want to let go, but don't dare to be presumptuous. He whispered: "Kong'er, don't you want to?"
Yan Sikong looked deeply at Feng Ye: "I'm just worried about your injury."
"My injury is already healed." Feng Ye's downcast brows showed grievances, "If you don't want to, how can I force you, you don't need any excuses."
"Why do I have to make excuses?" Yan Sikong unknowingly grabbed Feng Ye's front of his clothes, and reprimanded, "If you hadn't acted willfully, your injury would have healed sooner."
Mentioning this, Feng Ye couldn't help but feel a little guilty, he lowered his head and didn't speak.
"Do you still dare? His Royal Highness King Zhenbei." Seeing Feng Ye's awkward appearance, compared with the domineering and stern King Zhenbei in front of others, Yan Sikong couldn't help being a little funny, but he couldn't help not laughing come out.
"Don't dare anymore." Feng Ye reluctantly loosened his grip on Yan Sikong, and said sullenly.
Yan Sikong raised the corner of his lips lightly, he took a deep breath, leaned forward a little bit, and whispered in Feng Ye's ear: "Shizi."
Feng Ye was stunned, unable to react for a while.
In the next moment, a distant memory suddenly struck, and a young boy's voice sounded in his ears - "If you dare to call me 'Elder Son' in private, I will kiss you."
Feng Ye's eyes became hot, he held the back of Yan Sikong's head, and blocked those soft lips!
Yan Sikong wrapped his hands around Feng Ye's neck, and responded emotionally.
The four lips passionately and rudely tossed and sucked, and the soft tongue entangled each other more flexibly, greedily demanding the breath that belonged to each other, pouring out unspeakable longing.
Feng Ye bent over and hugged Yan Sikong, while biting his lower lip lightly, he strode towards the bed with big strides, and when he put him on the bed, his tall body was also pressed down.
This kiss has already confused people. Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face, his heart beat as fast as a drum, he panted and said: "This day...is still bright..."
"So what." Feng Ye took off the hairpin on Yan Sikong's head, and let the black cloud of hair spread between the mattresses. His eyes were burning with lust, "Day, night, what's the matter?" The difference, I can fuck you all the time, I can turn your day and night upside down... Konger, do you know how much I miss you."
Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's sharp and deep wolf eyes: "Tell me now."
Feng Ye ripped off Yan Sikong's clothes. Even though he had been prepared for a long time, seeing that hideous scar again made his heart tighten tightly.
Yan Sikong's expression is also a little uncomfortable, he usually doesn't feel that these injuries are any hindrances, except that they are unsightly, but when he exposes his body, he can't help but feel embarrassed, no matter in front of anyone.
Feng Ye stretched out his hand, stroking the piece of flesh that had been scorched by the fire with his slender fingers tremblingly, stroking inch by inch, bit by bit.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yan Sikong said softly, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to Feng Ye or himself.
It's over, no more pain.
Feng Ye's eyes were sore, he imagined that Yan Sikong was burned by the fire, and at the same time, he felt like he was burning inside. Every time he saw these scars, he would recall everything that his most cherished person had experienced, and the culprit, It is myself.
This will be the biggest punishment in his life.
Feng Ye leaned down, pressed his thin lips against the ferocious skin, and kissed gently and solemnly, if he could heal Yan Sikong's wounds, he would do anything.
It's a pity that no one can rewrite the past.
While kissing, Feng Ye took off Yan Sikong's clothes one by one. He saw those burn marks clinging to Yan Sikong's chest, back, arms and calves like poisonous vines. Trembling, his eyes were red, almost crying.
Feng Ye raised his head, his face was full of shame, he choked up with sobs: "Kong'er..."
Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face, and said seriously: "Nan Yu has many wounds on his body, and you are the same. A good man fights everywhere, and every scar is the glory of a soldier. Don't you look down upon it with this appearance? I."
"I..." Feng Ye bit his lip.
"Could it be that you find it ugly?"
"no!"
Yan Sikong smiled faintly, and touched Feng Ye's lips: "I also think it's very majestic." His hand pressed against Feng Ye's open chest, where there was also a hideous arrow wound, since it was a blood hole , until it was repeatedly torn, and now it is fully reunited, everything that happened during the period, every word they said, can be vividly remembered.
The reason why scars are left after the wound is healed is to make people not forget the past, but the reason why the wound is healed is to make people move on. Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "We don't have to just look at these injuries."
Feng Ye affectionately hugged Yan Sikong's lips again, and between his lips and teeth intertwined, he called "Kong'er" vaguely, and placed the kiss on his chin, neck, and chest, and his big hands moved gently all over his body.
Yan Sikong felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and every touch of Feng Ye brought unspeakable restlessness.
Feng Ye's kisses fell like raindrops, as if he wished he could kiss all over his body, everywhere he went, the flames of lust were ignited.
When Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's soft genitals into his mouth, his body couldn't help trembling. He clutched the mattress with both hands, and felt the blood all over his body pouring down, and the long-awaited pleasure hit him. Memories of sensuality and fragrance emerged in front of his eyes, and under the double attack of memories and the present, his reaction became more and more intense.
Feng Ye buried his head in Yan Sikong's lower body, teasing the already hardened desire, Yan Sikong couldn't help straightening his waist, tingling pleasure hit him frequently, he let out a low moan, his legs unconsciously wanted to tighten up , but Feng Ye held down his knees and was forced to separate. Feng Ye used the tip of his tongue to lick the root of the genitals to the top, then repeatedly licked the sensitive eyes, and then swallowed quickly. After several times, Yan Sikong shuddered all over, feeling the throbbing that this body produced for him. It made Feng Ye feel very satisfied.
"Hmm... Fengye..." Yan Sikong bit his lip, twisting his body impatiently, he wanted to escape, but at the same time wanted to send himself deeper into Fengye, the pleasure became stronger and stronger, he hadn't tasted it for a long time Sexual matters, in the end it was difficult to resist the tide rushing towards the lower body, he said anxiously, "Feng Ye, that's enough...you..."
Feng Ye felt Yan Sikong's loss of control, but he didn't dodge. Instead, he swallowed more quickly, pushing Yan Sikong to the peak, making him shoot like that.
Yan Sikong's body shook violently, a suppressed moan came out of his throat, and thick white body fluid sprayed Feng Ye's mouth and face.
Yan Sikong was so ashamed that his face was bleeding, he didn't dare to look at Feng Ye's face, he just wanted to curl up his body.
Feng Ye spat out the mucus in his mouth, wiped his face again, leaned over Yan Sikong's head, and teased, "Is Kong'er going too fast?"
Yan Sikong said angrily: "Shut up."
Feng Ye licked the corners of his mouth, pushed his knees between Yan Sikong's legs, and at the same time lay on his body, making him feel his full, burning desire.
The object on the lower abdomen was as hard as iron, which made Yan Sikong freeze.
"I won't be so fast." Feng Ye straightened his waist, reached into Yan Sikong's crotch with one hand, and drilled his mucus-stained fingers into the crevice of his buttocks, "I will let you float and sink with me, just like before Like that."
Yan Sikong closed his eyes, and hugged Feng Ye's neck tightly. The finger that pierced the back acupuncture point brought strong discomfort. The area that had not been invaded for a long time had become jerky, but the memory of his body was gradually awakened. Unconsciously, he opened his legs, allowing Feng Ye's fingers to move in and out of that hard-to-speak place.
Yan Sikong only felt that his body was hot, and Feng Ye's body was also hot. They fit together, as if they were going to burn in the next moment. Just when the fire of desire was burning hotter, Feng Ye's patience reached the limit, and he Widely separated Yan Sikong's legs, and the high-spirited and thick meat blade eagerly penetrated into the place he had been longing for for a long time.
Yan Sikong let out an unbearable cry of pain, his body tensed up, Feng Ye slowed down his movements, kissed Yan Sikong's cheek, and coaxed softly: "Kong'er, relax, I will never hurt you , don't be afraid..."
Yan Sikong frowned, shook his head, and clasped his fingers tightly with Feng Ye. He couldn't tell whether he was resisting or inviting, but he could only feel that the genitals in the back acupoint were slowly advancing and expanding, and the pain was mixed with joy. It made him groan hoarsely.
When Yan Sikong was finally able to accept Feng Ye's thick and long fleshy blade, which was different from ordinary people, it was the beginning of a seemingly endless conquest.
Feng Ye fixed Yan Sikong's waist, and gradually changed from slow in and out to forceful thrusting. He straightened his strong waist, pushing his cock into the wet and soft tunnel one after another, every time he inserted it All deep, fast, and heavy.
Just as Yan Sikong got used to the frightening size, he was greeted by Feng Ye's forceful fuck. His two long legs were pressed by Feng Ye's sides, and the door of his meat hole was wide open. Things come in and out presumptuously and domineeringly. The wave after wave of pleasure made his mind go blank, he couldn't help arching his waist, curling his toes, his cock stood up again, and an unbearable moan escaped from his mouth.
"Ah... um... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong's body was shaken unbearably, and the voice in his mouth was also shattered.
"Kong'er, my Kong'er..." Feng Ye panted roughly, his face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were soaked in desire, full of beastliness and danger, his eyes, his heart, and even his body were all There is only one person he can feel, and that is the man under him who drives him crazy, obsesses him, and makes him desperate.
The two of them were gradually invaded by pleasure, Feng Ye frantically pumped towards the red and wet ecstasy, every stroke seemed to pierce Yan Sikong, and Yan Sikong had already succumbed to that tortured desire , he was impaled so that his sanity began to slacken, and he actually let out an unbelievably lewd cry.
They haven't felt each other for too long, and their repressed desires are like bound beasts. The moment they are released, they burst out with amazing power. Their minds are stripped from their minds, and their bodies are crazily intertwined. , the ultimate pleasure made them seem to have entered a void, where there was nothing in the world, no one, only each other, in the lingering lingering death, the only clear thing was the love for each other that had gone through pain and despair, but still could not be extinguished fire.
The huge thirst poured out by Feng Ye made him not at all like a person who had just recovered from his injury, or even a person. He tirelessly imprinted his own marks on Yan Sikong's body.
Yan Sikong was tortured by the crazy pleasure to the verge of defeat, he began to cry and beg for mercy: "Feng, Feng Ye... no... ah... don't... don't..."
That voice was no different from an aphrodisiac to Feng Ye, completely awakening the beast in his body, causing him to plunder and plunder Yan Sikong non-stop, and poured out unconsciously: "You are mine... Kong'er... you is mine... always... mine..."
Yan Sikong fell into a coma for several times, and then woke up several times. He moaned and begged, he opened his body to Feng Ye unreservedly, in exchange for the invasion of his almost unbearable desire. In the end, he could only be with Feng Ye Falling into the abyss of eroticism together...
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Yan Sikong opened his eyes again, it was dawn.
His eyes were swollen, his throat was hoarse, his brain was buzzing, and his body was so sore that he could barely move. The moment he just woke up, he was very dazed.
Then, many obscene images appeared in front of his eyes, Yan Sikong suddenly felt his face flushed, and he groaned uncomfortably.
Feng Ye, who was reading by the bed, hurriedly lowered his head: "Kong'er, you're awake."
Hearing that voice, Yan Sikong couldn't help turning his face away in embarrassment.
Feng Ye bent down, ran his hands along Yan Sikong's long hair, and said with a smile, "You've been sleeping for a long time, are you too tired?"
Yan Sikong scolded him inwardly. He still remembered that Feng Ye tossed him from noon to dark, and then never let him go all night, he couldn't even remember when he passed out.
Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's face with his cheek, and said ambiguously, "Are you neglecting martial arts training, and begged me for mercy last night..."
Yan Sikong pushed his face away and said inarticulately: "No, it's not proper."
"What kind of dignity do I want?" Feng Ye rolled over and lay down, hugging Yan Sikong into his arms, "I want my Kong'er."
Yan Sikong's body was so soft that he couldn't use his strength, so he could only let him hold him, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
Feng Ye printed kisses on his forehead one after another: "Are you hungry, I'm waiting for you to have a meal together."
"Not hungry."
"When you fell asleep, I watched you for a long time." Feng Ye said softly next to Yan Sikong's ear, "Looking at it, I feel that you have not changed much from before, as if you can imagine what it is like to be old appearance."
Yan Sikong said lazily, "What does it look like?"
"He must be an old man with a dignified appearance and a sense of demeanor." After Feng Ye finished speaking, he laughed.
"What about you?" Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing.
"I'm sure I'm still as imposing as I am now." Feng Ye said with a low smile, "Speaking of which, I really want to see you look like an old man."
"I don't want to."
"But we will definitely see it one day." Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong's back, "We have seen each other's childhood, reunited when we were young, and now we will join hands for a lifetime. You, you have me all your life, how nice."
Sweetness and bitterness suddenly surged in Yan Sikong's heart: "Well, for a lifetime... good, good."
"Forever." Feng Ye held Yan Sikong in his arms, speaking extremely solemnly and firmly.
A lifetime is short and long, so short that it seems to be graying in the blink of an eye, but long enough to hold so many mistakes, regrets, failures, and pains. You still need to meet so many people and go through so many things in your life. Whoever fulfills the promise of "a lifetime" is what kind of luck it should be.
A lifetime is too difficult, but they still want to try.