Feng Ye picked up Yan Sikong, strode towards the bedroom, and ordered: "Go and prepare hot water and hangover tea."
Putting Yan Sikong on the bed, Feng Ye carefully tucked up his quilt, frowned and looked at his blushing face with a few dry tears.
you cry? Why
Feng Ye clenched his fist unconsciously.
Soon, Ali came in with water.
Feng Ye sternly said: "Where did you go? Why did he drink like this?"
Ali gestured vigorously, he knew Feng Ye couldn't understand, so he was also a little anxious.
"You..." Feng Ye said impatiently, "Back off."
Ali dropped his hands dejectedly, bowed and retreated.
Feng Ye soaked the cloth towel in warm water, wrung it dry, and lightly wiped Yan Sikong's cold face.
Since the two met, Yan Sikong has never been drunk. Not only is he completely drunk now, but his eyes are swollen and red, and he has obviously cried. This is the first time he has seen such a fragile and sad appearance, which makes him feel very distressed. .
He gently pushed back the hair on Yan Sikong's forehead, and said to himself, "What's wrong with you."
Yan Sikong suddenly grabbed Feng Ye's hand, opened his eyes a little, looked at him dimly, and whispered: "Father..."
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, moved his ears closer, finally heard what Yan Sikong was calling, and suddenly sighed silently.
"Father..." Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand tightly, the corners of his mouth curled down, and he was about to cry, as if he had endless grievances.
Feng Ye choked for breath, and his heart clenched: "Sikong, I'm here."
Yan Sikong slowly opened his eyes, his eyes gradually changed from dazed to sober, he stared blankly for a long while, then hesitantly asked: "...Feng Ye?"
Feng Ye nodded: "Are you still awake?"
Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said sadly, "Feng Ye..."
"What's wrong with you? Why did you drink like this?" Feng Ye already had a guess in his mind.
Yan Sikong was still drunk, still ignorant, he whispered: "Today is my father's death day."
Feng Ye stroked his forehead: "Yuan Qianhu is a true hero."
"Hero..." Hearing these two words, Yan Sikong smiled wryly.
Heroes always save others, who will save the hero
Is the hero doomed to a bleak end
Feng Ye knew the pain of bereavement and could not comfort him with words: "If you still want to drink, I will accompany you."
Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand with both hands, pressed it against his chest, and said in an almost stubborn tone: "Feng Ye, my father was wronged, do you know that?"
"I know it, and everyone in the world knows it too."
Yan Sikong shook his head: "They don't know, maybe only the people in Guangning City still know, but gradually they will forget, after a hundred years, who will remember him."
"We remember, someone always remembers."
"...I want to be remembered by future generations." Yan Sikong's voice was as thin as a mosquito.
"What?" Feng Ye leaned closer again.
Yan Sikong didn't speak anymore, just looked at him quietly with moist eyes, as if he wanted to discover something from his eyes.
Those deep, thick black pupils are like a mysterious pool of water, exuding breathtaking magic power.
Feng Ye couldn't help but kissed his eyebrows.
Yan Sikong closed his eyes, and held Feng Ye's hand tightly with great strength, like a drowning person grasping the only life-saving straw. After all, he is a person who has practiced martial arts all year round. rattling.
Hearing Yan Sikong's silent plea for help, Feng Ye ignored the pain, and softly and tenderly kissed his eyelids, cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally his pale and cold lips. The first time he responded, he couldn't help but demanded fiercely, the tip of his tongue pushed open his teeth arrogantly, and hooked his tongue.
The two were gasping for breath, but they were still entangled. This kiss was rough and hot, dispelling the chill in Yan Sikong's body bit by bit.
Feng Ye's hot kiss lingered on the corners of his lips, cheeks, and chin, and then went down, buried in his warm neck, biting the delicate skin uncontrollably, and ripped open his belt with one hand.
Yan Sikong was still holding Feng Ye's hand tightly, he was indulging in the rubbing, he only hoped to draw more and more warmth from the other party.
Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's neckline with his teeth, his soft lips fell on his uneven collarbone, and his hands also slipped into his undershirt.
When the cold hand touched the warm skin, Yan Sikong couldn't help shivering, he opened his eyes, his mind was cleared up a little bit, and the sore hand was loosened.
Feng Ye paused, he withdrew his hand, turned his head, stared deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes, suppressed his rapid breathing, and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you want me to stop?"
Yan Sikong slightly pursed his lips that were kissed red, his gaze was full and flowing, coupled with his drunken pink cheeks, he was full of romance and passion.
Feng Ye suppressed his restlessness, gently stroking his hair with his hands, but his eyes were full of wild animalism: "You can tell me to stop once, otherwise, no matter how much you cry and beg, I won't stop."
Yan Sikong opened his mouth and said calmly: "It is said that being happy is the ultimate happiness in the world, so why not try it."
Feng Ye suddenly turned onto the bed, his tall body completely enveloped Yan Sikong, blocked Yan Sikong's thin lips again, while tossing and sucking, he pulled Yan Sikong's skirt almost savagely.
Clothes were scattered all over the bed in an instant, Feng Ye lifted Yan Sibai's fair and slender body out of the plain black cloth, like a bright white lotus blooming from the water. His kisses rained down on that chest, leaving a string of brown bruises.
Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's neck helplessly, his drunkenness seemed to get stronger, and he felt his brain was blank, floating like floating in the clouds.
It wasn't until Feng Ye took the little piece of meat into his mouth, licked and bit it lightly, that he convulsed and his body trembled violently.
Feng Ye's hand reached down, grasping Yan Sikong's dormant genitals.
"Fengye..." Yan Sikong gasped.
It was a deadly place that had never been touched by outsiders, how could he not be nervous.
"I'm here." Feng Ye carelessly kissed him while stroking the soft thing.
"No, Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong arched his waist in fear, trying to get rid of that fear.
"Don't be afraid." Feng Ye was unbearably hot, and his high-spirited thing was already half-stretched, rubbing against Yan Sikong's thigh one after another.
Yan Sikong was extremely ashamed, he covered his eyes with one hand, and clutched the mattress tightly with the other hand, he felt that the blood all over his body was going to his lower abdomen, and the unbearable, never-before-seen joy completely invaded his sanity.
Feng Ye continued to rub against him, messy kisses spread all over his cheeks and chest, as if he wanted to brand his own mark on every inch of skin, and the speed of his hands became faster.
Yan Sikong couldn't help but close his legs together due to the increasingly strong desire, and let out a quick panting: "Um..."
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's emotional appearance, his penis was already hard and hot, so he simply joined the two's penises together and rubbed them up and down.
Yan Sikong let out a low cry, the place was extremely sensitive, he could even feel the yang tendons on Feng Ye's penis throbbing powerfully, he trembled all over, he felt a stream of heat rushing towards his lower body, and pressed again Unable to bear it, it erupted in one fell swoop.
"Uh..." Yan Sikong let out a suppressed moan.
The cloudy white bodily fluids were all over Feng Ye's hands, trickling down the cracks between his fingers, it seemed that he was full of lust.
Yan Sikong was already half awake from alcohol, and he was even more ashamed. He looked at Feng Ye helplessly with those wet eyes, full of embarrassment and full of boundless spring, seeing Feng Ye wished he could swallow him in his stomach inside.
A low moan came from Feng Ye's throat. He bent down and licked Yan Sikong's lips: "I want to make you mine." Semen's hands reached out to Yan Sikong's rear.
Although Yan Sikong is a virgin, but he reads messily and knows a thing or two about everything, he naturally knows how to have sex between men, but when it really happened to him, he couldn't stop trembling.
Feng Ye's fingertips touched the soft buttocks, and then his slender fingers penetrated between the buttocks, and impatiently inserted into the tightly closed hole.
Yan Sikong straightened his waist again, he had never experienced this sense of disobedience, and his body unconsciously wanted to dodge.
Feng Ye left him nowhere to hide, and his long fingers were wrapped in viscous body fluids and entered the claustrophobic honey hole.
Yan Sikong closed his eyes tightly, resisting the discomfort, his nose flapped rapidly.
"It's so tight..." Feng Ye sighed, but his hand didn't stop, taking advantage of the loose flesh wall, he squeezed in a second finger.
"Fengye, I..."
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Feng Ye kissed him tenderly, and took advantage of the situation to silence all his struggles.
When Feng Ye got into the third finger and began to stir and widen the hole, Yan Sikong only felt bursts of sharp pain, and couldn't help twisting his body, trying to avoid the weird torture.
Feng Ye suppressed him with the weight of his body, and with his wet fingers, he aggressively moved back and forth in and out of the meat hole, allowing the hidden place that had never been explored to be slowly opened for him alone.
"Hmm..." Yan Sikong was so blocked by Feng Ye's hot kiss that he couldn't open his mouth. He only felt that his mind was becoming more and more confused, and his whole body was immersed in an uncontrollable consciousness.
Feng Ye pulled out his fingers, took Yan Sikong's hand, pressed it firmly on his own fleshy blade, and gasped and said, "Did you feel it? It's going to enter your body, it's going to turn you into a I am a wild man."
Yan Sikong's hands trembled uncontrollably, the object was thick, big, hard, and hot, so hot that he didn't dare to handle it, Feng Ye pulled the soft pillow, put it under his waist, and supported his buttocks Tall, legs wide open.
Yan Sikong covered his eyes again, and bit his lower lip with his shell-like teeth.
But Feng Ye put his thumb into his mouth, pried open his teeth, and said domineeringly: "You mustn't hurt yourself." After finishing speaking, he held the thick and long cock against the slightly opened hole.
"what… "
When the huge fleshy head tried to squeeze into the narrow tender hole, Yan Sikong let out a cry of surprise.
Feng Ye fixed Yan Sikong's waist, gritted his teeth and resisted the unbearable urge, and inserted his penis into the flesh wall bit by bit.
Yan Sikong was so painful that his whole body was stiff, and beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead: "Ah... no..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Feng Ye wiped the sweat off his face distressedly, the pleasure of the meat blade being tightly wrapped and rubbed by the intestinal wall was driving people crazy, he forcibly suppressed the desire in his body, and waited for Yan Sikong can get used to it a little bit, otherwise it would be too tight to go any deeper.
"Feng Ye, it hurts so much..." Yan Sikong felt his lower body swell and crack, pain and embarrassment.
"I know, Sikong, relax a little bit, it won't hurt anymore." Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong lightly, and whispered softly in his ear, "I like you so much, Kong'er..."
empty...
Yan Sikong's eyes widened, as if something had been opened in his chest, and endless emotions rushed out instantly. There will still be people in this world who will call him "Konger", and the person who is doing the closest thing to him at this moment will call him "Konger"...
He let his guard down almost immediately.
Taking advantage of the situation, Feng Ye straightened his waist, and inserted the thick and long cock into the secret passage.
"what… "
"Kong'er...Kong'er..." Feng Ye couldn't control the overwhelming desire in his body any longer, hugged Yan Sikong's waist, withdrew his genitals slightly, pushed them in deeply again, after opening and closing several times, he felt that fleshy Accept him completely.
"No... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong only felt pain and shock, it was hard to describe what his body felt like, he struggled instinctively, but Feng Ye fixed him tightly.
Feng Ye's eyes revealed a frightening light, and finally he was drawn out of his dormant animal nature by the pleasure he had never experienced before, and the speed of thrusting and thrusting became faster and heavier.
When Yan Sikong's fleshy passage was fully opened, his powerful waist moved quickly, each time he pushed out most of the dick, and each time he pushed it straight to the deepest point, the sound of flesh and flesh wanting to collide resounded throughout the room.
After the initial pain, Yan Sikong was completely lost in the rising strange pleasure. He was trembling all over because of Feng Yecha. Call.
"Kong'er... my Kong'er..." Feng Ye was as wild as a beast, going in and out of the honey hole like crazy, every time he heard Yan Sikong's cry, he would use even more force, insisting on forcing Yan Sikong let out a more emotional moan.
Desire turned into the strongest aphrodisiac, melting the minds of the two of them.
Yan Sikong couldn't resist the wave of more intense pleasure, choked up and begged for mercy: "Feng Ye... no... don't..."
"You want it." Feng Ye stabbed the meat blade hard to the end, "This is what you want, and it's what I want too."
"No... ah..." Yan Sikong grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands, and his toes were tightly curled up.
Feng Ye pulled out the wet meat blade, turned Yan Sikong's body over, knelt and crawled in front of him with his buttocks pouted, before Yan Sikong could say a word, he had already parted the buttocks and inserted them in again .
"Ah—" Yan Sikong yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The rearward position made the cock go deeper and harder, and the full sack slapped his ass with a humiliating sound.
"Feng Ye... don't... Feng Ye—"
"You just told me to stop..." Feng Ye lowered his head, kissed and bit Yan Sikong's bare back, "It's too late now, I won't stop, I'm going to fuck you all night, I'm going to let you You will never forget this night."
Feng Ye stabbed dozens of times quickly one after another, but suddenly stopped.
Yan Sikong realized something, and begged lazily: "Don't..."
Feng Ye's body trembled slightly, hot semen spurted out immediately, and all of it was injected into Yan Sikong's body.
"Ah-ah-" Yan Sikong cried uncontrollably.
After Feng Ye finished shooting, he didn't pull out the meat blade, but just lay on the bed with Yan Sikong in his arms, and licked every bead of sweat on Yan Sikong's back with the tip of his tongue.
"You...Fengye...you bastard..." Yan Sikong was already powerless and let Fengye manipulate him.
Feng Ye said in a hoarse voice: "I will be more of a jerk, I like you, Kong'er, you have to bear all of this."
Yan Sikong felt that Feng Ye pulled out his semi-soft genitals, his lower body was like a flood, and the cloudy white body fluids gushed out from there immediately, the extreme shame and lust made his genitals harden again.
Feng Ye stretched out his hand to hold his penis, and began to move it expertly. At the same time, the meat blade that had just been released hardened again.
When Yan Sikong's numbing and sensitive honey hole was filled again, the extreme pleasure that followed before and after completely dragged him into the boundless sea of desire...
—
The morning sun had been blocked out by the windows that were tightly sealed with cotton cloth, and the room was dark and warm. The two who were used to getting up early all the year round were sleeping extraordinarily deeply at this time.
Until there was a knock on the door.
Feng Ye suddenly opened his eyes, but felt that his arm was numb, and his consciousness had not yet fully awakened, but he had already hugged the naked and warm body in his arms.
The sound of knocking on the door came again, and Yan Sikong babbled uncomfortably in his sleep.
Feng Ye was annoyed, he sank into his dantian, and used his internal strength to let out a low growl: "Get out." The voice didn't sound loud, but it actually spread very far.
The sound of footsteps going away immediately sounded outside the door.
Feng Ye lowered his head, wanting to check Yan Sikong, but met a pair of sleepy eyes.
"Noisy, I woke you up." Feng Ye's eyes flickered, he didn't dare to look into Yan Sikong's eyes, and the roots of his ears turned red.
Yan Sikong was stunned for a moment, then slowly frowned, only to feel the unbearable pain in his lower back, all kinds of things from last night suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, he blamed him for having such a good memory, now looking at Feng Ye's face, his eyes were full of life His face was burning with embarrassment at the scene of sensuality and fragrance.
If he had known that Fengye was such a beast, he would not have sent it to his door if he killed it.
Feng Ye blinked, and kissed Yan Sikong's forehead deeply: "Kong'er, sleep a little longer."
"No..." Yan Sikong opened his mouth and found that his voice was completely hoarse. He struggled to remember, but his whole body was weak, and when he moved a little, he felt that the two were hugging each other naked, rubbing against each other's...
Feng Ye's breathing suddenly became a little heavy: "Don't move."
"I, I want to get up."
Feng Ye's big hand caressed his smooth back, "You didn't go to court in the morning, just rest honestly, last night... I was tired of you." His tone was full of unconcealable joy and pride.
Yan Sikong's face turned red, and he felt like his scalp was going to explode: "I don't go to the morning court, and I can't be absent without reason."
The Imperial Academy has nothing serious to do recently, and it's okay to miss half a day occasionally, but if he doesn't leave this warm bed, he is afraid that he will die of embarrassment.
"No reason at all." Feng Ye rubbed his cheek, teasingly said, "You were 'injured' on duty because you were in love with Prince Jingyuan's son."
"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Sikong was at a loss for words. The ambiguous affection between the two made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't hide the strong throbbing in his heart. He muttered softly, "This It's clearly mine."
Feng Ye likes Yan Sikong's embarrassment and shyness very much, which is completely different from his usual calm and unrestrained appearance, "Konger, did you like it last night?" Feng Ye pressed his ear and asked in a coquettish tone road.
"..."
"Say it."
"Yes, what can I say..."
"I want to hear it, or you don't remember? My husband can help you recall."
"Fengye!" Yan Sikong struggled to get out of bed.
Feng Ye imprisoned him in his arms, and complained: "I told you not to move, but you are teasing me on purpose?"
Yan Sikong really didn't dare to move, he clearly felt the commotion in Feng Ye.
Feng Ye lightly bit Yan Sikong's ear, and said shyly yet domineeringly: "I like it, I like it very much, you like it too? Tell me, I want to hear it."
Yan Sikong couldn't break free, and was deeply in love with Feng Ye, so he gave a low "hmm".
Huanhao... It is indeed the bliss in the world, but it also needs to be that person.
Feng Ye said happily: "Kong'er, you are so kind, you are so kind."
Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "You hug me like this, I'm going to lose my breath."
Only then did Feng Ye loosen his restraint, and kissed his cheek fondly, repeating as if chanting a mantra: "Kong'er, you are mine now, you are mine now, you are mine now." , One sound is more determined than the other.
Yan Sikong couldn't tell what the sour and sweet taste in his heart was, he just felt that he was hugging Feng Ye safely at this moment, even if a knife was stabbed outside, it wouldn't hurt him at all, he even hoped that the time would freeze like this, if it was just It's just a dream, so don't wake up.