I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

Resisting the person on the sofa, Cong Jun got up and went to the bathroom to wring out a wet towel and wipe Yan Yiming's face.

Yan Yiming grabbed Cong Jun's hand, squinting his eyes slightly, his gaze was as soft as a gentle little animal.

Cong Jun looked away, shrank his hands and felt that the place Yan Yiming was holding was a little hot.The voice after drinking was low and magnetic, and it was damn charming in Cong Jun's ears: "Cong Jun, do you like me?"

As if unable to resist the words, Cong Jun threw the towel on Yan Yiming's face and turned his back: "Are you still drunk?"

Yan Yiming grabbed the towel off his face, sat up abruptly and pulled Cong Jun off his neck, and Cong Jun was so defenseless that Yan Yiming blocked his lips.

The tongue rolled his tongue flexibly in his mouth, and the smell of wine swept over Mr. Cong.

Holding Cong Jun's hand, Yan Yiming hooked Cong Jun's neck and sucked that lip, trying to push his tongue deeper.

Cong Jun put his hands on Yan Yiming's chest and tried to widen the distance between the two of them, but Yan Yiming pulled them closer again.

"Yan... um... put..."

Feeling the beating heart under his palm, Mr. Cong shrank his hand, not daring to press it too tightly.

The mobile phone on the table rang again and again, Cong Jun managed to break free from Yan Yiming, answered the phone and said "Hello", and sat on the floor against the sofa and wiped his lips.

"Mr. Cong, what's the matter that you didn't answer your calls?" Dui Liu's slightly angry voice came from the other side of the phone: "Look at what time it is, why don't you come to the police station?"

Mr. Cong let out a "cough" with his chest heaving and heaving: "Something has delayed me, so I'll go there right away."

Next to him, Yan Yiming came over and hugged Cong Jun from behind with both hands, put his chin on Cong Jun's shoulder, turned his head and lips against Cong Jun's neck, stuck out his tongue and licked it like a canine.

Cong Jun let out a "hiss", and pushed his elbow against Yan Yiming's chest to calm him down. Yan Yiming withdrew his hand and covered his chest with an uncomfortable moan: "Hmm..."

Liu Dui on the other side of the phone was stunned, thinking of Cong Jun's unsteady breathing just now, suddenly there was a little smile in his voice: "Cong Jun, you said it earlier, when you have a girlfriend, you don't say anything. Let's make an exception today. You take a leave of absence and come to the police station tomorrow."

"No, Captain Liu, I..."

"Don't be late tomorrow."

As soon as the words fell, the phone hung up.

Yan Yiming bit the flesh between Cong Jun's neck and sucked and licked it. Cong Jun pulled Yan Yiming's hand and pressed Yan Yiming on the sofa, folded his legs and pressed on Yan Yiming, and tightened his wrist before saying a word.

Yan Yiming pulled Cong Jun, stretched out his hand to hold the back of Cong Jun's head, kissed Cong Jun's lips and the tip of tongue pushed against Cong Jun's tongue, circling with Cong Jun's tongue.

Cong Jun moved, and put his hand on Yan Yiming's chest, but Yan Yiming held it with appropriate hand strength and couldn't move.

Bend his legs, one leg was stuck between Cong Jun's legs, Yan Yiming released the hand that was holding Cong Jun, and hugged Cong Jun's waist tightly along the edge.

Through the fabric, the warm temperature of the body below him came over, and the familiar feeling that he hadn't had for a long time seemed to make Mr. Cong give up resistance.With his hands bent and supported on both sides of Yan Yiming's head, Cong Jun lowered his head and stuck out his tongue hesitantly in response.

Feeling Cong Jun's obedience, Yan Yiming lightened his strength and accepted Cong Jun's response gently.

Let go of the hand that held the back of Cong Jun's head, Cong Jun supported Yan Yiming panting and blushed, the sun shone through the glass and hit the two of them with an ambiguous atmosphere.

The living room was silent, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.Looking at each other quietly, Cong Jun wanted to escape for a moment under Yan Yiming's sight.

Yan Yiming looked at Cong Jun, his dark eyes reflected light with a hint of teasing, and the legs bent between Cong Jun's legs moved.

"Mr. Cong, you still have feelings for me."