The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Wanning's heart suddenly tightened.

It was raining too much, and it was so hot and cold—it was obvious that they could go back, but they used such reasons that both of them felt lame to take him to the inn.

The meaning of this, even if Chu Wanning is stupid, he should understand it.

Mo Ran is checking his pulse and exploring his mind.

If you shake your head, Mo Ran will not force it, but if you agree, it is a default that you are willing to be with him...

What to do with him?

Chu Wanning doesn't know, even if he knows, he doesn't want to think about it.

He only felt that his face was burning hot, a heat that could not be extinguished even by the heavy rain.

He was very nervous and didn't know what to answer, so he had no choice but to hold the jug by its narrow neck, trying to take another sip, but the inside was almost empty, and the last trace of cool and thick pear blossoms entered his throat whitely. He lowered his head, The bright red tassels made the fingers more slender and fairer.

He didn't say a word, 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 Blossom White tastes mellow and sweet, with a faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

But at the age of 30, Chu Wanning passed away, and Mo Ran drank alone on the roof all night. At the end of the drink, he felt that there was no taste at all, and it was bitter.

Later, and after rebirth, Mo Ran was not very willing to touch alcohol again.

too bitter.

He kissed Chu Wanning's slightly cool lips, pecked lightly at first, touched carefully and then separated, and kissed carefully.

The sound of the rain is rumbling, and the world is dim.

There is no one under the corridor, and the rain curtain has become a natural curtain. At some point, they embraced each other, kissed and entangled each other, rubbed their lips and tongues moistly, and the sound of blushing and heartbeats during the passionate kiss was thumped by the rain hitting the beam The sound was drowned out, and Chu Wanning couldn't hear more sounds, and the sound of the rainstorm was deafening and knocking on the heartstrings like drums and horns.

Different from the cold raindrops, Mo Ran's breath is so hot, his kiss moves from the lips to the bridge of the nose, eyes, eyebrows, and then to the sideburns, the rough and wet tongue sticks out to lick him The auricle, Chu Wanning couldn't stand such a stimulus, his body was tight, his fingers were fisted, but he didn't want to make a sound.

He rubbed against him, Mo Ran held his earrings, and rubbed the tiny mole behind his ear...

Chu Wanning trembled slightly in his arms.

Mo Ran hugged him and hugged him even tighter, trying to crush him into pieces, into his own body, into his flesh and blood.

His voice was low and hoarse, whispering in Chu Wanning's ear: "Master..."

Calling respectfully, but caressing the person in his arms rebelliously, the young man was stuffy in the pot with a densely packed lid, suppressing his eagerness, and finally overflowed, the boiling water was bubbling and foaming, the water It was about to burn out, it was about to be boiled dry, but the firewood was getting hotter and hotter, tormenting him.

tortured them.

"follow me……"

Probably because the ghost was fascinated, he actually held his hand tightly by Mo Ran, running eagerly in the rain, so absurd.

The rain was extremely cold, but it seemed to be hot when it poured on their bodies. None of them opened the enchantment, nor did they buy an umbrella. I hurriedly followed the red lanterns swaying in the heavy rain, and ran into an inn.

The waiter at the inn was yawning, probably thinking that there would be no travelers coming to stay at such a late hour in the heavy rain, so he was shocked to see the two of them barging in wet.

Mo Ran held Chu Wanning's wrist tightly, the palm of his hand was so hot, it seemed that the water vapor would be evaporated.

He wiped the drops of water dripping down his handsome face, and said a little anxiously, "Stay in the hotel."

"Ah, good, good, here are the keys to the two rooms, a total of..."

"What?" Hearing the two upper rooms, Mo Ran became more anxious, his throat moved, 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 Mo Ran, and then at Chu Wanning.

Chu WanNing suddenly turned his face away, burning badly, he calmly broke his hands away from Mo Ran's palm, and then said: "Two rooms."

The second brother hesitated a little, and said empathetically, "If you don't have enough money, one room is fine."

"Two rooms." Chu Wanning was categorical, his gaze was like a bayonet, and he wanted the second brother to take a step back. He didn't know where he had offended the fairy in white behind him. He hurriedly handed over the two keys in fear, according to the price. Received two silver.

Chu Wanning breathed slowly, trying his best to make himself look as calm as in the past, but unfortunately, his body was dripping wet all the time, and more raindrops seeped down his dark eyebrows and fell into his eyes. He blinked, Lashes are moist.

"I'm going to sleep first, you buy some ginger tea dry towels, and come up later."

Chu Wanning said it was serious and solemn, and even deliberately took only a brass key from Mo Ran in front of the second brother, and then went upstairs alone.

He looks innocent.

Mo Ran didn't speak in the back, but secretly thought it was funny, he knew that Chu Wanning's face was thin after all, no matter what, he had to show his appearance to others.

Chu WanNing came to the house, a single room, and a narrow bed.

He glanced at the couch and felt that his throat was very dry and his face was burning badly. He didn't dare to take a second look. He just stood in the middle of the bedroom, didn't even light a candle, not knowing what he should do.

His mind was still dazed, and he felt that all this was so absurd, abrupt, and caught off guard.

how so……

Why would I stand here, why would I come here to mess around in the rain, why would I...

Before he finished thinking, the door opened behind him, and Mo Ran walked in.

Chu Wanning's body was tense all of a sudden, and his fingers were squeezed into fists under the wide sleeves. He tried his best to know the slight trembling in the bones, but he didn't do it.

This was the first time in his life that he was so dazed and helpless that he handed over the kite's fuse to another person.

His palms were moist, whether it was rain or sweat.

With a "click", the door bolt was dropped, which was clearly audible, making one's hair stand on end, like an executioner's knife resting on the neck, with the smell of iron.Just like the sharp teeth of cheetahs, tigers and wolves will bite the prey, the smell of blood.

Chu Wanning suddenly, suddenly, unexpectedly, gave birth to a sense of fear that wanted to flee.

Luckily his face doesn't show it.

Mo Ran spoke, his voice was gentle, not too tense, restrained, but somewhat hoarse: "Why don't you light candles?"

"……forget."

Mo Ran put the wooden tray on the table, and handed a small bowl of hot bamboo hat to Chu Wanning's hand: "Ginger tea, you want it, drink it while it's hot."

As he spoke, he walked to the window and lit the candlestick by the west window.

It was windy and rainy outside, and the inside of the house was very dark, but the windows carved with vine patterns were open, and the lights of other houses outside were dimly lit, dizzy with faint light.

Mo Ran stood in front of the open window, beside the beautiful and slender crane bird copper candlestick, the white rain curtain set off his tall figure, the silhouette looked tall and straight, handsome, and well-defined, when he fiddled with the fire knife and flint, his slender and curled eyelashes It looks very bright, like two black butterflies.

He is a cultivator, so it wasn't that troublesome to light a fire, but he was willing to be like the most ordinary person, using the most ordinary way, to light that ray of light steadily and quietly, to make his heart bright and dark. When it lights up, the wax torch turns into red tears.

The flint was polished, and he was about to go to the lamp core, when Chu Wanning suddenly said.

"Don't light the lights."

Mo Ran's hands were out of reach, and he looked back at him: "What?"

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, so he had to repeat bluntly: "Don't light the lamp."

Mo Ran was a little stunned for a while, and then looked at the stiff standing person in the dark, and slowly understood in his heart.

Even in the late night Yuheng, there will be times of fear, there will be things to be afraid of, and there will be areas that you don't know.

Those people who had had sex with him in the previous life, male or female, would like to see their faces more. No one has ever asked for the lights to be turned off, and they would rather that the red candle be lit up all night. Photo, using all kinds of skills, all kinds of flattery, infinitely charming, come to Bojun half an inch of nostalgia.

The ink burns without nostalgia.

Whether it was Rong Jiu at the beginning or Song Qiutong later, it is strange to say that when he doted on them back then, he stubbornly felt that they were like teachers, so keeping them by his side was almost an obsession like acting.

But in bed, I never like to look at their faces.

I just let them turn their backs to me, not to kiss or touch, and even in the boring and repetitive movements, their minds are even clear.

You may even suddenly feel that it is very boring.

Really boring.

He couldn't remember the smiling, welcoming, orgasmic, blushing faces under the candlelight.

Now that I think about it, those loves have nothing to do with "huan" or "love". Instead, it seems that he is sinking in the mud of chaos, sinking, making himself appear dirtier, deeper, giving up on himself, wishing to sew his bones together All black.

When the darkness reaches the extreme, you will no longer yearn for light and expect redemption, and you will no longer dare to embrace the last fire in the world.

great.

But why not give up.

No matter how you tell yourself not to be nostalgic, not to be nostalgic, tell yourself that life is hopeless, the world is dark, or in the precarious Wushan Temple, in the entanglement and suffering, stretch out trembling fingers and suddenly strangle Chu Wanning's body The neck is pressed on the cold gold and stone bricks, on the bluestone platform in the desolate courtyard, among the quilts with messy pillows and mats, in the snow, in the hot springs, even in the high seats of the court halls, temples and ancestral halls, in the most solemn and solemn places. The most honorable place.

tarnish him.

Looking at his face, kissing his neck, cheeks, lips, calling his name.

Shred him.

In fact, at those times, Chu Wanning also wanted darkness and turned off the lights.

I don't want to have any light.

But at that time, Chu Wan would rather not say anything, would not say anything, and would not ask for anything.

Thinking about it, he was under house arrest for eight years, and Chu Wanning only asked him for two things at the beginning and the end.

The first thing is to ask him to let Xue Meng go when he stepped into Wushan Temple.

The second thing is to ask him to let him go before leaving this world forever.

If it wasn't cold and disheartened, how could it be like this...

Mo Ran put down the fire knife and flint, and didn't speak for a long time.

It has been so long that Chu Wanning slightly relaxed his tense body, and it was so long that Chu Wanning asked him softly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran said: "...nothing."

The voice is gentle, moist and salty.

He walked over and hugged the person standing in the dark. Both of them were still wet from the rain. Mo Ran hugged him and said, "Wan Ning."

"..."

For a moment, he suddenly wanted to tell him all those past events, but his throat was choked up like a fishbone, and he couldn't speak.

Really, really can't say it.

Now this hard-won warmth is not easy, whether it is for him or for Chu Wanning, it is too difficult.Even if you are guilty and ashamed in every way, you can't say it, and you don't want to say it.

don't want to wake up.

I just want to have a good time and dream.

until dawn pierces the throat.

There is no light, no fire, in the darkness, Mo Ran hugged him and kissed him, the kiss was very focused and gradually lingering.

The house is very quiet, the sound of rain cannot disturb the silence, they can hear each other's breathing, heartbeat, lips touching, and the subtle wet sound when changing angles.

Chu Wanning tried his best to make his breathing as usual, but it was useless. Under the kiss and touch of Mo Ran, his chest's ups and downs gradually became rapid.He was originally a tall and well-proportioned man, but Mo Ran could easily envelop him and cover him, as tall and majestic as a mountain. This man hugged him in his hot arms, kissed him lightly at first, and then asked for deeper .

He pried open Chu Wanning's lips and teeth, and his damp and hot tongue went in, entangled, like a thirsty person, drinking nectar, and like a burning person who wanted to draw water to extinguish the fire, But Chu Wanning's breath is not cool water to him, but pine oil, which is poured into the fire, burning endlessly, and the flames of flames.

I don't know who took off the other party's robe first, panting in the dark night mixed with throat throbbing, low swallowing sound, maybe it was because of hastily undoing the girdle and removing the clothes, the intense action caused pain, or maybe it was the long-term drought. Gan's throbbing, occasional unstoppable small whispers in the room, but more of them are excited panting when male desire comes.

The skirt of the obscene clothes was torn open, and Chu Wanning hadn't adapted to the slight coolness, and felt the ink burning down, kissing his neck, then the collarbone, and then sucking his chest with his lips, moist and hot...

Chu WanNing let out a low gasp, leaning back her neck, ashamed and irritated.

His face was flushed, but fortunately the surrounding area was very dark, he thought Mo Ran could not see the heat on his face clearly, but he whispered: "Window..."

"what?"

Mo Ran raised his head vaguely, facing Chu Wanning's moist eyes.

He originally wanted to hear what Chu Wanning had to say, but with just one glance, his scalp was numb, and the blood in his brain surged wildly. He couldn't restrain his ferocious lust, kissed him, rubbed him, and hugged and kissed again After a long time, I gasped and let go of Chu Wanning's lips slightly, and reluctantly, pecked again, and said in a low voice: "What?"

"...window..." Chu Wanning's heart beat very fast, he didn't know how to breathe evenly in the long kiss, so his head was dizzy, "You haven't closed the window yet."

The ink burned and closed the window.

The last twilight was also separated from the outside, and the bedroom was so dark, and the fire of desire came out wantonly, Mo Ran only felt that the blood all over his body was hot.

They stumbled and bumped and rolled onto the bed, which creaked heavily in disrepair.Mo Ran didn't give Chu Wanning a chance to react, and he was already on Chu Wanning's body to untie the messy white obscene clothes with wide open lapels.

He felt that Chu Wanning was trembling under him, just like when they made love for the first time in the previous life, even if he was restrained, Chu Wanning was still trembling, trembling slightly, he couldn't control it.

Mo Ran loves and feels distressed. He holds up Chu Wanning's face and kisses him, eyelids, lips, and chin.

He whispered hoarsely in his ear: "Don't be afraid..."

"I'm not...not afraid..."

Mo Ran held his weak and trembling hand, intertwined his fingers, and sprayed the hot and vigorous breath on Chu Wanning's earlobe. He comforted him: "Leave it to me... Be good... It's okay..."

Chu Wanning wanted to make a sound, 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 could only feel Mo Ran's tall and thick body pressing on him, his callused hands rubbing his waist and back, he couldn't bear the stimulation, arched his body slightly, but unintentionally pressed against Mo Ran's chest ——The ink-burning obscene clothes have long been removed, revealing a naked and strong upper body, with amazing heat and strength, and his whole body will melt away and soften.

The sweaty and water-stained flesh is intertwined, every inch of the skin rubbing against each other will bring out fire and sticky water, the panting sound in the room is getting heavier and heavier, it's all desire, so thirsty.

No matter how much I kiss, no matter how intensely I suck kisses, I am still thirsty, I can't satisfy my unquenchable thirst if I can't be fed.

I don't know why, Chu Wanning was dizzy and flashed some broken and blurred scenes, swaying flesh, weak legs, bright red curtains and mattresses.

It was a dream he had, and it suddenly became clear in his mind.

In the dream, Mo Ran was thrusting and thrusting him fiercely, holding his waist, and his crotch slammed fiercely, deeply and ruthlessly, I don't know if it was because of the coolness or other reasons, although Mo Ran's five senses in the dream He is handsome, but he looks a little ferocious, with beast-like eyes.

Chu Wanning has no doubts. He doesn't know anything, but he thinks about human nature. When desire comes, it should be dreamed of such a real scene.

But Mo Ran didn't know, he just felt that Chu Wanning didn't know anything, he didn't know men and women, let alone how to love between men and men, he was afraid of shocking him, afraid that the first time would make him hurt, so he caressed Looking at Chu Wanning, he has done a lot of foreplay, and he doesn't want to make Chu Wanning feel so uncomfortable and painful in this life.

Kissing, lingering and entanglement, the desire is getting heavier and heavier, where Chu Wanning has experienced such stimulation, gradually he can't stand it anymore, he still clasped Mo Ran's hand tightly with one hand, and the other hand held back Instead, he grabbed the mattress and 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, it was so hot that a considerable hard object was propped up through the underwear.

Chu Wanning only felt that his face was swept away, and he was in pain.

He wants, really wants, wants to vent, wants to comfort, but he is unwilling, stubborn, ruthless, his slightly squinted phoenix eyes are gradually foggy, gradually becoming dazed...

He didn't know, and gradually he didn't know anything.

In his bones, he seemed to know what to do, how to make love between a man and a man. He had desire and love in his chest. He loved the man in his body very much. He wanted to go to the sea of ​​desire with him, and to sink into the abyss with him.

Another scene flashed in front of my eyes, shaking, strange and strange.

It's so strange...how could it be at the peak of life and death...in the Palace of Alchemy...

There was a fleeting insight in his mind, which was instantly submerged.

He saw Mo Ran sitting on the flower seat of the Danxin Palace, which was supposed to be a solemn place to welcome distinguished guests. Mo Ran sat there, but he himself was on Mo Ran, hugged face to face by Mo Ran, he was naked and naked As for the shame, Mo Ran's clothes are all well dressed, except for some obscene pants, but they have been covered by his drooping legs.

Mo Ran kissed him, pushed him up, and stared at his face without blinking.

He asked him, "Is it cool?"

He seemed to see himself shaking his head in pain.

Mo Ran's fingers reached into his mouth and pried it open, as if to pry out his moan.

"Call out, call out."

He refused, only a small whimper in his throat.

Mo Ran didn't have any more thrusts, he buried himself in his body, held his waist, led him, his big hand slowly slid down, held his buttocks, squeezed out the red lead fiercely, and said hoarsely and fiercely: " Call."

"Do not……"

He grabbed his waist and hips, letting him rub slowly and deeply on his crotch.Looking at Chu Wanning with wet eyes, seeing him holding back, trembling, but still not saying a word, he began to hold the narrow waist and poked him slightly from bottom to top. Because the range was small, he inserted it quickly and densely. Dense.Chu Wanning only felt that he was going 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 person in the seat sneered, he didn't move any more, but the thick erection was ready to go deep inside, pulsating with the heartbeat in his body, "Besides, aren't you Is it cool too? Look, it's all hard."

These words and influences are vague, broken and muddy, like hallucinations produced by oneself due to excessive stimulation.

Chu Wanning lay blankly on the bed in the inn, blankly, tremblingly, his lower body was so hard that it hurt.

what's wrong...what to do...

The picture is getting more and more blurred, but it can be vaguely discerned that the ink burning on the flower seat is suddenly inserted from bottom to top, almost pulled out and then stabbed in.

so exciting...

He finally couldn't help it, collapsed, and gasped and moaned on the man's body: "Ah... ah..."

The man was also panting, penetrating him hard and fucking him.

"You're so coquettish, you're not afraid of being heard."

"Damn... do you want me to fuck you?"

It's getting blurry...

until out of sight...

It's an illusion, it's an illusion, it looks fake, it's fake.

It is the superposition of dreams, the lingering nightmare.

But the feeling of being invaded and occupied by the sky is so clear.

Should...do this?

Chu Wanning half-closed her phoenix eyes in a hazy, almost lax manner, and whispered: "Come in..."

The ink was shocked!

Chu WanNing knows what to do?

How would he know?

How could this person who had never even seen a erotic picture, a clean sheet of paper, know?

"Yes...is it supposed to...is that so?"

He blushed as if bleeding, and murmured, asking the man on top of him like this.

"Where... where did you know that?"

"..."

Of course Chu Wanning was embarrassed to say that he dreamed about it in a dream. It seemed that he was so dissolute and shameless. He said vaguely, "I accidentally turned over the library..."

He hastily added another sentence: "Someone misplaced the book."

Mo Ran naturally didn't doubt him, and his heart was slightly sent, but he also moved slightly.

He kissed Chu Wanning's lips, the tip of his nose, and said, "It's too urgent."

"...!"

urgent.

Who is in a hurry? !

Immediately, the blood surged up in his mouth, annoyed and humiliated, but Mo Ran leaned over and hugged him, his chest against his chest.

He touched Chu Wanning's hair on the temples, and said softly: "It will hurt."

"...then don't want it." Chu Wanning said decisively in order to save face.

Mo Ran smiled softly, and his deep and hoarse voice was very mellow and pleasant.

He said, "Don't worry about me, tonight..." His voice gradually softened.

Chu WanNing blinked.

how is tonight

But seeing Mo Ran's strong and strong arms propped up, staring at him above him, then slowly sat up and moved down.

This is something that never existed in his dream. What is he going to do?

"Tonight, I just want to make you comfortable."

He said, leaning over, and before Chu Wanning could react, he unbuttoned his obscene pants, looked at Chu Wanning's erection, his eyes were affectionate and hot, and then he swallowed it.

"what--!"

Spinal tremor, Chu Wanning exclaimed, panting heavily, what does it feel like?

How... how can it be like this... how dirty this is...

But it's so cool, being wrapped in the warm mouth of the lover, sucking, the white teeth are carefully kept, not to touch the angry stem, Mo Ran is sucking, hearing his rapid breathing and panting, He raised his eyes and gazed at him tenderly, even pamperingly.

Step on Xianjun.

I've never done anything like this, never, ever thought I'd do something like this.

But now he is willing, obsessed, even happy.

"You don't want...how can you...quick, spit it out." Chu Wanning's face flushed to the extreme, he bit his lip, shook his head, the bayonet-like phoenix eyes in the past, at this moment, there is only spring and panic.

so cute.

Mo Ran sucked deeply, a deep throat, so excited that Chu Wanning couldn't hold it up, laying on the bed and panting, his eyes were slack, and gradually lost focus.

He sucked, back and forth a few times, then withdrew, with a hint of obscenity hanging from the corner of his lips, and with moist eyes, he asked, "Baby, is it cool?"

Chu Wanning felt like there were fireworks flowing in his head, and the whole person was groggy, but he was still aware of Mo Ran's title, only felt ashamed and sweet, so sweet and ashamed, his bones were sore and soft .How could he...

He is his master, he is so much older than him, he is the Big Dipper Immortal, he... "Ah..."

The deep and hoarse voice sounded again and again in the quiet and dark bedroom.

Mo Ran licked his plump and round stem head, the tip of his tongue was dexterous and rough, rubbing against the place where Chu Wanning even rarely touched himself, Chu Wanning's near hand would be stimulated to tears, and the precautions of his previous life , Repulsion, and resistance are the same, even though he restrains himself, he is still willing to linger with Mo Ran, he does not resist, so his Adam's apple rolls, and hoarse breathing leaks out.

He unconsciously closed his eyes covered with water vapor, and when Mo Ran held him again, and imitated the rhythm of thrusting back and forth to please him, Chu Wanning stretched out his hand impatiently, and submerged his slender fingers Mo Ran's black hair pushed back feebly.

"Don't...don't be like this...dirty...ah..."

But Mo Ran only raised his wet eyes, looked at him with lustful black eyes, and said: "I like you, I am willing to treat you like this, I want you to be comfortable...how can it be dirty?" He gently Kissing the stalk that was so distended that the tendons were clearly visible, and said softly, "Where is yours, it is the best."

After he said that, he buried his head and continued to lick and suck. Chu Wanning is so white and extremely inexperienced. How can he stand the stimulation under such an offensive? This is the first time he has sex, and he vented soon. When the passion is excited, it seems to be uncontrollably thrusting, pushing against Mo Ran's throat.

Ink burning...should be very uncomfortable, right?

The world was a vast expanse, everything was scattered, only the comfort of ejaculation, a strong pleasure that he had never thought about, nor had he ever had.

Even in such an excruciating pleasure, he was still vaguely aware of what he did in the end, wanted to get up and wipe the corners of Mo Ran's lips, wanted 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 already swallowed the turbid liquid he sprayed. This knowledge made Chu Wanning's mind go blank, and the back of the skull and neck was numb and twitching.

In the end, Mo Ran turned over, his hot body covered his panting body, Mo Ran touched his face, his lower body was still hard and angry, against Chu Wanning's lower abdomen, a man His eyes may be a little red because of this, and he has the breath of a beast, but he still stares at him calmly and softly.

"I love you."

Really, really, really love you.

It is the ambition of the wolf, and it is also the return of the prodigal son, who is burdened with guilt and sin, but refuses to give up, selfish, desperate, passionate, and longing.

Love you.