Chu nightning's heart suddenly tightened.
It's raining too much, it's so cold and so hot - it's obvious that you can go back, but for the reason that both of them feel lame, they want to take him to the inn.
The meaning of this, even if Chu nightning is stupid, he should understand.
The ink burning is calling his pulse and exploring his mind.
If you shake your head, the ink will not be reluctant, but if you agree, you will tacitly agree to be with him...
what to do with him
Chu nightning doesn't know, even if he knows, he doesn't want to think about it.
He only felt that his face was so hot that it couldn't be quenched by the heavy rain.
He was very nervous and didn't know what to answer, so he had to hold the jug by the narrow neck and wanted to take another sip, but it was almost empty, and the last trace of cool and thick pear blossoms entered his throat, he bowed his head, The bright red spikes made the fingers more slender and white.
He didn't say anything, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.
Mo Ran is a person who doesn't like drinking very much. At this time, he looked up to drink, but suddenly asked him: "Is there any more?"
"Gone."
"...You are so impatient, you drink so fast." Mo Ran said, lowered his head, and kissed his lips gently, "Then I can only taste it."
Pear white has a mellow taste and has a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.
But at the age of 30, Chu Wanning passed away, and the ink burned on the roof for a whole night. At the end of the drink, I only felt that there was no taste, it was bitter.
Later, and after rebirth, Mo Ran was not very willing to touch wine again.
too bitter.
He kissed Chu Wanning's cool lips, at first pecked lightly, touched it carefully, then separated, and then kissed it carefully.
The rain was rumbling, and the sky and the earth were vague.
There was no one under the porch, and the rain curtain became a natural curtain. I don't know when, they hugged each other, kissed and entangled with each other, their lips and tongues rubbed wetly, and the sound of blush and heartbeat was splattered by the rain when they kissed fiercely. The sound was drowned out, and Chu nightning couldn't hear more voices, and the sound of the rainstorm was deafening and knocking the heartstrings like drum horns roaring.
Unlike the raindrops that splashed in coldly, the burning breath was so hot, his kiss moved all the way from the lips to the bridge of the nose, the eyes, the eyebrows, and then to the temples, and the rough and wet tongue stretched out and licked him. The auricle, Chu nightning can't stand such stimulation, his body is tight, his fingers are squeezed into fists, but he is unwilling to make a sound.
He rubbed his neck with him, and the ink burned his earrings, rubbing the tiny mole mark behind his ear...
Chu nightning trembled slightly in his arms.
The ink burned and hugged him tighter, wanting to crush him all over, crush it in his own body, and rub it into the flesh and blood.
His voice was low and hoarse, and whispered in Chu nightning's ear: "Master..."
He was respectful, but his hand recklessly caressed the person in his arms. This young man was stuffy in the pot and folded the tight lid to suppress his eagerness. Finally, it overflowed. The hot boiling water was churning with foam, It was about to burn out, about to be boiled dry, but the firewood was getting stronger and stronger, tormenting him.
torment them.
"follow me… "
Probably the ghost was fascinated, he actually held his hand tightly by the ink, and rushed eagerly in the rain, so absurd.
The rain was extremely cold, but it seemed to be scalding on the body. None of them opened the barrier, nor did they buy an umbrella. They seemed to have lost their mana. Hastily followed the red lantern swaying in the heavy rain and ran into an inn.
The second of the inn was yawning, probably feeling that the rain was so heavy and it was so late that no traveler would come to stay here, so he was startled to see the two of them breaking in wetly.
The ink burned tightly on Chu nightning's wrist, and the palm was so hot that it seemed to evaporate the water vapor.
He wiped a handful of drops of water running down his handsome face and said impatiently, "Stay in the store."
"Ah, okay, okay, this is the key to the two rooms, a total of..."
"What?" Hearing the ink burning in the two upper rooms, he became more anxious, his throat twitched, his slender fingers curled up, and he knocked on the table, "No, we only need one."
The second brother froze for a moment, looked at the ink burning, and looked at Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning suddenly turned his face and burned so badly, he quietly broke his hand from the ink burning palm, and then said: "I want two rooms."
The second brother hesitated a little, and said understandingly: "If the money is not enough, one room is fine."
"Two rooms." Chu nightning was decisive, his eyes were like a bayonet, and he was letting the younger brother take a step back, and he didn't know where to provoke the white-clothed fairy behind him. Received silver taels.
Chu nightning slowed his breath and tried his best to make himself look as calm as before, but unfortunately his body has been dripping with water, and more raindrops seeped down his dark eyebrows and fell into his eyes, he blinked, Eyelashes are moist.
"I'm going to bed first. Buy some ginger tea towels and come up later."
What Chu nightning said was serious and solemn, and even deliberately in front of the second brother, only took a brass key from the ink burning hand, and then went upstairs alone.
He looked innocent.
The ink burned in the back and didn't speak, but secretly felt funny. He knew that Chu nightning's face was thin after all, no matter what, he had to show it to others.
Chu nightning came to the house, the single room, the bed was also narrow.
He glanced at the couch, only to feel that his throat was very dry, and his face was burning so badly that he didn't dare to look a second time. He just stood in the middle of the bedroom, not even lighting a candle. He didn't know what to do.
Even his mind was still groggy, and he thought it was all so absurd, abrupt, and unpredictable.
how so…
Why would I stand here, why would I come here in the rain to make a fool of myself, why would I...
Before he could finish thinking, the door behind him opened and Mo Ran came in.
Chu nightning's body was tensed and tense at once, and his ten fingers were squeezed into fists under the wide sleeves. He tried his best to know the slight tremor in the seams, but he did not do it.
It was the first time in his life that he was so dazed and bewildered that he handed the kite's lead into another person's hands.
He didn't know if it was rain or sweat in his palm, it was very wet.
With a "click", the door bolt was dropped, and it was clearly audible, making the hair stand on end, as if the executioner's knife was on the neck, and the smell of iron was fishy. Just like the sharp teeth of a cheetah, a tiger and a wolf will bite its prey, the smell of blood.
Chu nightning suddenly, suddenly, unexpectedly, gave birth to a sense of fear that wanted to escape.
Fortunately, his face doesn't show it.
The ink burned and spoke, the voice was still gentle, not too arrogant, restrained, but somewhat hoarse: "Why don't you light a candle?"
"… forget."
The ink burned and put the wooden tray on the table, and handed a hot bowl of hats to Chu Wanning's hands: "Ginger tea, what you want, drink it while it's hot."
Then he walked to the window and lighted the candlestick by the west window.
It was windy and rainy outside, and it was very dark inside, but the windows with vine patterns were open, and the lights of other houses outside were dimly lit, faintly dimming.
Mo Ran stood in front of the open window, beside the beautiful and slender crane and bird copper candlestick, and the white rain curtain set off his tall figure. It looks particularly distinct, like two black butterflies.
He is a cultivator, and lighting a fire was not that troublesome at first, but he is willing to be the most ordinary person, using the most ordinary way, to light that ray of light steadfastly and quietly, so that the heart will be bright and dark. Light up, the wax torch is soft to red tears.
The flint was polished, and when he was about to go to the lamp, Chu nightning suddenly said.
"Don't light the lights."
The ink-burning hand was dangling, and he looked back at him: "What?"
Chu nightning didn't know what to say, so he had to repeat bluntly: "Don't light the lamp."
The ink burned for a while, and then looked at the stupefied man in the dark, and slowly understood in my heart.
Even if Yuheng is late at night, there will be times when he is afraid, there will be things to fear, and there will be areas that he does not know.
Those people who have had a love affair with him in the past life, whether it is a man or a woman, would like to see more of their faces by the Emperor Stepping Immortal. No one has ever asked for the lights to be turned off. Taking photos, using all kinds of skills, all kinds of pleasing, infinitely charming, Lai Bojun half-inch nostalgia.
The ink burns without attachment.
Whether it was Rong Jiu at the beginning, or Song Qiutong later, it is strange to say that when I pampered them, I stubbornly felt that they were like teachers, so keeping them by my side was almost a playful obsession.
But they never liked to see their faces in bed.
I always just let them turn their backs to myself, don't kiss, and don't like to touch, and the mind is even clear in the boring and repetitive movements.
Even suddenly, it feels very boring.
Really boring.
He couldn't remember those smiling, flattering, orgasmic, flushed faces under the candlelight.
Now that I think about it, those happy loves have nothing to do with "Huan" or "love", but rather like he fell into a chaotic quagmire and fell into it, making himself look dirtier and deeper, giving up on himself, wishing he could sew his bones together All black.
If it is extremely dark, there will be no longer desire for light, extravagant hope for redemption, and no more daring to embrace the last fire in the world.
great.
But why not give up.
No matter how you tell yourself that you are not nostalgic, don't be attached, tell yourself that life is hopeless, the world is dark, or in the turbulent Wushan Temple, in the entanglement and suffering, stretch out your trembling fingers, and suddenly restrain Chu Wanning's Neck, press on the cold gold stone brick, press on the bluestone platform in the desolate courtyard, in the messy bedding, in the snow, in the hot spring, even in the high seat of the court, the temple and the ancestral hall, in the most solemn and solemn The most respectful place.
defile him.
Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, lips, calling his name.
Shred him.
In fact, at those times, Chu nightning also wanted darkness and had to turn off the lights.
I don't want any light.
But at that time, Chu Ningning didn't say anything, refused to say anything, and refused to ask for anything.
Come to think of it, he was under house arrest for eight years, and Chu nightning only asked him two things at the beginning and at the end.
The first one was to ask him to let Xue Meng go when he stepped into the Wushan Hall.
The second thing is to ask him to let him go before he leaves the world forever.
If it wasn't cold-hearted, how could it be...
Mo Ran put down the fire knife and flint, and did not speak for a long time.
For a long time, Chu nightning slightly relaxed the body that was tensed because of tension, and for a long time, Chu nightning asked him softly: "What's wrong?"
The ink burned and said: "... nothing."
The voice is gentle, moist, and salty.
He walked over and hugged the man who was standing in the dark. There was still some rain and dampness on each other's bodies. The ink burned and hugged him, and then said: "Night Ning."
"… "
For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all about the past, but his throat was choked up like a fishbone, and he couldn't say it.
Really, really can't tell.
Now this hard-won warmth is too difficult, whether it is for him or Chu Wanning, it is too difficult. Even if I am guilty and ashamed, I can't say it, and I don't want to say it.
Don't want to wake up.
Just want to be good and dream.
Until dawn pierced the throat.
There was no light, no fire, in the dark, the ink burned and hugged him and kissed, the kiss was very focused, and gradually lingered.
The room was very quiet, and the sound of rain could not disturb the silence. They could hear each other's breathing, heartbeat, lips touching, and subtle moist sounds when changing angles.
Chu nightning tried his best to keep his breathing as usual, but it was useless. Under the touch of the ink-burning kiss, the ups and downs of his chest gradually became rapid. He is a tall and well-proportioned man, but the ink can easily hold him and cover him. He is as majestic and tall as a mountain. This man hugs him in his hot arms, kisses him lightly at first, and then asks for deeper .
He pried open Chu Wanning's lips and teeth, and the wet and hot Zu rough tongue went in, lingering and entangled, like a thirsty person, drinking nectar, and like a burning person who wanted to draw water to put out the fire, But the breath of Chu nightning is not cool water for him, but pine oil, poured into the fire, burning endlessly, the flames of the flames.
I don't know who took off the other party's robe first. In the dark night, the throat was twitching and the voice was swallowing in a low voice. Perhaps it was because of hastily unfastening the girdle and removing the clothes. Gan's throbbing, there were occasional unstoppable small murmurs in the room, but more of it was the rough gasping of excitement when the male desire came.
The front of the clothes was torn apart, and Chu nightning had not yet adapted to the slight coolness, and felt the ink burn down, kissed his neck, and then the collarbone, and then his lips sucked his chest, wet and hot...
Chu nightning gasped in a low voice, his neck leaned back, shame and irritation.
He blushed, but fortunately it was very dark around, he wanted to see the heat on his face, but he whispered: "Window..."
"what?"
The ink burned vaguely and looked up, facing the wet eyes of Chu Wanning's hanging down.
He originally wanted to hear what Chu nightning had to say, but at one glance, his scalp was numb, and the blood in his brain was surging. He couldn't contain his fierce lust, kissed him, rubbed him, and hugged and kissed again. After a long time, I breathed slightly and let go of Chu nightning's lips, but I was reluctant to give up, pecked again, and said in a low voice: "What?"
"... Window..." Chu nightning's heartbeat is very fast, he doesn't know how to breathe evenly in the long kiss, so his head is dizzy, "You haven't closed the window yet."
The ink burned to close the window.
The last shimmer was also separated from the outside, and the bedroom was so dark, the desire was even more unbridled, and the ink burned only felt that the blood all over his body was hot.
They stumbled against each other and rolled onto the bed, which was in disrepair and creaked heavily. The ink burned did not give Chu nightning a chance to react, and it had already been pressed on Chu nightning, to solve the messy and open white clothes.
He felt that Chu nightning was trembling under him, just like when they had sex for the first time in the previous life, even if it was restrained, Chu nightning was still trembling, trembling slightly, and he couldn't control it.
The ink burned with love and distress. He held up Chu nightning's face, kissed him, eyes, lips, chin.
He whispered hoarsely in his ear: "Don't be afraid..."
"I'm not... not afraid..."
The ink burned his weakly trembling hand and intertwined his fingers with him. The hot and vigorous breath swept the earlobe of Chu Wanning. He comforted him: "Give it to me... good... it's okay..."
Chu nightning wanted to speak, and wanted to say a few words, or two or three words, but he couldn't say anything, and his mind was almost numb.
He can only feel the tall and thick body of the ink burning on him, and the cocooned hands are rubbing his waist and back. He can't stand the stimulation, and he arches his body slightly, but unintentionally clings to the burning chest. - The flaming clothes have also been removed, revealing a naked and strong upper body, amazing heat and strength, and his body will melt and soften after being roasted.
The flesh stained with sweat and water is entangled, and every inch of skin rubs will bring out fire, sticky water, and the sound of gasping in the room is getting heavier and heavier, all of desire and thirst.
No matter how much you kiss, no matter how intensely you suck and kiss, you are still thirsty.
I don't know why, Chu nightning's mind was drowsy and flashed some broken and blurred scenes, swaying flesh, weak legs, bright red curtains and mattresses.
It was a dream he had done, and suddenly it became clear in his mind.
In the dream, the ink burned him fiercely, holding his waist, the crotch slammed violently, and inserted extremely deeply and ruthlessly, I don't know if it was because of coolness or other reasons, although the ink burning facial features in the dream Jun, but looks a little hideous, with beast-like eyes.
Chu nightning has no doubts, he didn't know anything, but think about the nature of human beings, when the desire comes, it is right to dream of such a real scene.
But the ink burned but he didn't know. He only felt that Chu nightning didn't know anything, didn't know men and women, and didn't know how to love between men and men. He was afraid of shocking him, afraid that it would hurt him for the first time, so he caressed With Chu Wanning, the foreplay is very good. In this life, he doesn't want to make Chu Wanning so uncomfortable and painful.
Kissing and touching, dawdling and entanglement, the desire is getting heavier and heavier, where Chu nightning has experienced such stimulation, and gradually he can't stand it. Instead, grabbing the mattress, he wanted to go down to touch and relieve himself, but his face was flushed, and he didn't want to do such an embarrassing thing in front of his beloved.
But the lower body swelled so intensely and hot, propping up a considerable hard object through the trousers.
Chu nightning only felt that the face was swept away, and it was painful.
He wanted, really wanted, wanted to vent, wanted to comfort, but he was unwilling, stubborn, ruthless, the slightly narrowed phoenix eyes gradually became foggy, and gradually became dazed...
He didn't know, and gradually he didn't know anything.
In his bones, he seems to know what to do, how to have sex with a man, he has desire and love in his chest, he loves the man on him very much, wants to go to the sea of desire with him, and wants to sink into the abyss with him.
Another scene flashed in front of me, shaking, and strange.
It's so strange... how can it be at the top of death and life... in the hall of Danxin...
There was a fleeting light in his mind, which was instantly submerged.
He saw the ink burning sitting on the seat of the Danxin Temple, which was supposed to be a solemn place to welcome the distinguished guests. The ink burned there, but he himself was on the ink burning, and he was held by the ink burning face to face. He was naked and naked. And shame, but the burning clothes are well dressed, except for some trousers, but they have also been covered by their drooping legs.
The ink burned and kissed him, pushed him up, and stared at his face without blinking.
He asked him, "Are you cool?"
He seemed to see himself shaking his head in pain.
The fingers of the ink burned into his mouth and pryed open, as if to pry out his moan.
"Call out, call out."
He refused, and there was only a small whimper in his throat.
The ink burned and did not push and insert, he buried in his body, held his waist, led him, his big hand slowly slid down, held his buttocks, squeezed the red lead, and said hoarsely and fiercely: " call."
"Do not… "
His son was grabbing his waist and hips and letting him rub slowly and deeply on his crotch. Looking at Chu nightning with wet eyes, seeing that he was holding back, trembling, but still silent, he began to hold the narrow waist and stabbed him slightly from bottom to top, because the range was small, so it was inserted quickly and densely. Solid. Chu nightning only felt that he was about to be driven crazy by the creepy friction, and the whole person seemed to be pierced, pierced: "No... don't..."
"It's up to you whether you want it or not." The man in the seat sneered, he didn't move any more, but the thick and hot erection was ready to be pushed up deep, pulsing in his body with the heartbeat, "Besides, you are not Is it cool too? Look, it's hard."
These words and influences are vague, broken and muddy, like hallucinations caused by excessive stimulation.
Chu nightning was lying on the bed of the inn blankly, dazedly, trembling, and the lower body was so hard that it hurt.
what's wrong... what to do...
The picture became more and more blurred, but I could vaguely tell that the ink burning on the Huazhuang suddenly slammed into it from the bottom to the top, and it was almost pulled out and slammed into it.
so exciting...
He finally couldn't help it, collapsed, leaned on the man and gasped and moaned: "Ah... ah..."
The man was also panting heavily, aggressively intruding into him and fucking him.
"It's so loud, you're not afraid of being heard."
"Damn... do you want me to fuck you?"
getting blurry...
until I can't see...
It's an illusion, it's a hallucination, if it's fake, it's fake.
It's a superposition of dreams, a nightmare that never goes away.
But the feeling of being invaded and occupied by the sky is so clear.
Is it supposed to... do this
Chu night Ning hazy, almost scattered half-closed phoenix eyes, whispered: "Come in..."
The ink burned and was shocked!
Chu nightning knows what to do
How would he know
This person who has never even seen erotic pictures, a piece of clean white paper, how could he know
"Yes... is it supposed to... be like this?"
He blushed like he was about to drip blood, murmured, and asked the man who was pressing on him.
"Where did you... learn about it?"
"… "
Of course, Chu nightning was embarrassed to say that he had dreamed of a dream, so he seemed to be more dissolute and shameless. He said vaguely, "I have seen the bookstore accidentally..."
He hurriedly added another sentence: "Someone misplaced the book."
The ink burns naturally without doubting him, and the heart is slightly sent, but it is also slightly moved.
He kissed Chu Wanning's lips, the tip of his nose, and then said, "It's too urgent."
"…!"
urgent.
Who is in a hurry? !
Immediately, the blood surged, annoyed and shamed, but Mo Ran leaned over and hugged him, his chest against his chest.
He touched Chu nightning's hair and said gently: "It will hurt."
"...Then don't." Chu nightning is to save face, decisively.
The ink burned gently, and the low and slightly hoarse voice was very mellow and pleasant.
He said, "You don't mind me, tonight..." His voice gradually faded.
Chu nightning blinked.
How's it going tonight
But seeing the strong and strong arms of the ink burning, staring at him above him, then slowly sitting up and moving down.
This was something he had never dreamed of, what was he going to do
"Tonight, I just want to make you comfortable."
He said, leaned over, and when Chu nightning didn't have time to react, he unbuttoned his pants, looked at Chu nightning's erect desire, his eyes were affectionate and fiery, and then he contained it.
"what!"
Spinal tremors, Chu nightning exclaimed, panting heavily, what does it feel like
How... how can this be... how dirty this is...
But it's so cool, wrapped in the warm mouth of the lover, sucked, and the teeth are carefully closed, not to touch the angry stem, the ink burns and sucks, hearing his rapid breathing and low panting, Raising his eyes, he gazed at him tenderly, even connivingly.
Step on Xianjun.
I've never done anything like this, and I've never thought I'd do something like this.
But now he is willing, obsessed, even happy.
"You don't... How can you... hurry up, spit it out." Chu nightning's face flushed to the extreme, he bit his lips, shook his head, and the phoenix eyes that used to be bayonet-like, now there are only spring feelings and embarrassment.
so cute.
The ink burned deeply and sucked down, a deep throat, so that Chu nightning couldn't support it, and he couldn't stop panting on the bed, his eyes were scattered, and he gradually lost his focus.
He sucked, back and forth a few times, then withdrew, a hint of lewdness hung on the corners of his lips, his eyes moist, and asked, "Baby, are you cool?"
Chu nightning felt that there were fireworks flowing in his head, and the whole person was drowsy, but he still realized the name of the ink burning. He only felt ashamed and sweet, extremely sweet and extremely shameful, and his bones were sour and soft. . How can he...
He is his master, he is so many years older than him, he is the Big Dipper Immortal, he... "Ah..."
The low, hoarse voice resounded in this quiet and dim bedroom.
The ink burned and licked his full and round stem head, and the tip of the tongue was dexterous and rough. It rubbed the place where Chu nightning rarely even touched himself. Chu nightning was about to be stimulated to tears, and beware of the previous life. , Repel, resist the next, although he restrains himself, he is still willing to cook and burn with ink, he does not resist, so the Adam's apple rolls, and there is a hoarse gasp leaking out.
He unconsciously closed the eyes of the water vapor, and when the ink burned him again, and imitated the rhythm of the thrusting back and forth to please him, Chu nightning stretched out his hand unbearably, and the slender five fingers did not enter The top of the black hair burned with ink and was pushed weakly.
"Don't...don't be like this...dirty...ah..."
But the ink burned only raised the wet eyes, looked at him with dark eyes containing lust, and said: "I like you, I want to treat you like this, I want you to be comfortable... How can it be dirty?" He kissed gently After kissing the stalk that was so angry that the veins were clearly visible, he said gently, "Wherever you are, it's the best."
He said, burying his head and continuing to lick and suck, Chu nightning is so pure and inexperienced, how can he stand the stimulation under such an offensive, he is the first love, and soon vented, When the passion is excited, it seems to be uncontrollably thrusting, and it is pressed against the throat of the ink.
Ink burning... Should be very uncomfortable, right
There is a vast space between heaven and earth, everything is scattered, only the comfort of ejaculation, a strong pleasure that he has never thought about and has never had before.
Even in such a crushing pleasure, he was still vaguely aware of what he did in the end, and wanted to get up and wipe the corners of his lips for the ink, want to caress him, kiss him, and thank him.
But the waist is soft and the legs and feet are numb.
He couldn't get up.
When the eyelashes trembled and looked over, Mo Ran had swallowed the turbid liquid he sprayed. This cognition made Chu nightning's mind even more blank, and a tendon behind the skull and neck was faintly numb and twitching.
In the end, the ink burned over the body, and the hot body covered his breathless body, and the ink burned his face. His lower body was still hard and angry, with Chu nightning's lower abdomen, man. His eyes may be a little red because of this, and there is a breath of beasts, but he is still blazing, staring at him softly.
"I love you."
Really, really, really love you.
It is the wolf's ambition and the prodigal's return, burdened with guilt and sin, but will not give up, selfish, desperate, enthusiastic, eager.
Love you.