Virewolf

Mo Yan looked at the several bright red fruits in front of him with a strange expression.

Tang Fuchu coughed from the side, scratched his head, and said awkwardly: "Well, isn't it your birthday? I didn't make any preparations, but you see, I picked them all myself."

He stretched out his arm, with a few red spots on it, to show his intentions: "Look, it's still worn."

Yaoyao: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Tang Fuchu said angrily, "Why are you laughing! I'm serious!"

Mo Yan raised his paw, stepped on the fruit, and the red pulp flowed out.

Tang Fuchu couldn't hold back his face, and his face turned dark all of a sudden.

Mo Yan ignored him, flicked his tail and walked away.

Yaoyao looked at him amusedly and said, "Do you know what we sent?"

Tang Fuchu shook his head.

Yaoyao said: "Qiuqiu sent a whole adult deer, and my grandma and I gave a big sheep. Yueshan felt that the boss couldn't eat so much, so he promised a wild boar."

Yaoyao pointed to the second ball and said, "Oh yes, he is the most awesome, he gave away a grown man."

With a flick of his finger, "And you, gave me some rotten fruit."

Tang Fuchu's speechless appearance made Yaoyao laugh again.

Tang Fuchu felt that he was a waste in the jungle.

He thought about it, and he was about to stop cooking.

Grandma Lihua turned into a human being and was making clothes with needles and threads nearby. Tang Fuchu didn't know where she got the needles and threads. The other party noticed his gaze, raised his head, and said with a smile: "Actually, he can only eat one at most." Deer, you can eat that sheep, you are starving."

Tang Fuchu shook his head: "It's not my turn to eat the birthday present you gave me."

After thinking for a while, he patted off the ants on his body and walked in the direction where Mo Yan left.

He yelled a few times: "Xiaoyan—"

After thinking for a moment, he called out, "I know you can hear—"

Tang Fuchu shouted: "If you don't like it, I'll give you something else—"

"It's noisy."

Tang Fuchu looked towards the source of the sound, and Mo Yan squatted on the tree and looked down, with an impatient expression on his face.

Tang Fuchu said awkwardly: "Can you come down?"

Mo Yan snorted coldly: "What are you going to give? Flowers?"

Tang Fuchu thought to himself, why do you look down on flowers so much, you even gave Lao Tzu flowers before.

He said, "No, it's something else. Come down."

Mo Yan was indifferent: "You tell me what it is first, and I'll see if it's worth it for me to go down."

Tang Fuchu's face turned red: "It's worth it! It's worth it, you come down first."

Mo Yan stared at him for a while, frowned, and jumped down from the top with a face full of reluctance.

Tang Fuchu was startled by his sudden jump, Mo Yan asked him coldly, "What is it?"

Tang Fuchu was about to die, his face flushed red: "That's right, what, we two, right?"

Mo Yan expressionless: "I'm leaving."

Tang Fuchu grabbed him again, held his wrist and said, "Wait, don't leave yet."

"That's right, do you want to..." He lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want to... do it?"

Mo Yan stopped, turned to look at him: "What?"

Tang Fuchu faltered: "Just do it... do it, do you want to do it?"

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment, then laughed abruptly, stared at him extremely badly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Tang Fuchu closed his eyes, gave up on himself and said, "Do, love! Let me ask you if you want to have sex!"

Tang Fachu felt that Mo Yan did it on purpose, he leaned against the tree, looked at him with his chest folded, his face slightly crooked, with such a rascal's vigor.

He asked Tang Fachu: "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Tang Fuchu felt that at his age, he was good at everything, but his face was impatient, and he grinned and scratched his head, feeling that Moyan's eyes on him almost burned his face: "Fuck...that's... ...fuck it, stop kidding me, do it or not?"

Mo Yan folded his long legs together: "I'm asking you, do you want to have sex with me?"

Tang Fuchu had no choice but to say honestly with a blushing face, "Well... think about it! Think about it, let's do it!"

Like a cat that has succeeded, Mo Yan snorted softly and raised his lips: "But I don't want to have sex with you."

Tang Fuchu breathed heavily in his chest, he admired himself, he still didn't plan to leave after this, so he asked stupidly here: "Then...then why are you willing to do it with me?"

A few birds flew up from the edge of the forest, and the clouds scattered from the sky, turning into a few wisps of light-colored clouds and smoke.

Tang Fuchu never thought that he could be so shameless.

In broad daylight, the world was clear, he just squatted on the ground, swallowing with difficulty.

It's too big, too hot, and I don't know if it's because Mo Yan lived in the wild. This thing has a strong smell. Tang Fuchu has never done this kind of thing before, so it looks quite clumsy.

Mo Yan stroked his hair, dismissing him absent-mindedly: "Would you know it?"

Tang Fachu felt Moyan pull his hair, and the thing entered an unprecedented depth, pressing against his throat arrogantly, tears came out of him all at once, restraining his desire to retch .

He didn't expect that he and Mo Yan would meet again, the first intimate thing was not to kiss or hug, but to do this kind of thing.

Of course he wouldn't do such a thing, if it wasn't for Mo Yan, he felt that he would never do such a thing in his life.He tried his best to learn how to please Moyan, using his tongue as dexterously as possible to lick Moyan's possibly sensitive areas, and even willing to use his own throat to please him, but he was still too clumsy, and the first It was so unskilled once that I almost spit it out.

Mo Yan was indeed licked hard by him, but his appearance was so indifferent that Tang Fuchu suspected that his body and soul were separated. He was suddenly torn away by Mo Yan, and Mo Yan held his The hair forced him to raise his face, and stared at him with squinted eyes: "You are really lecherous."

Tang Fuchu's eyes were blurred, he panted with his mouth open, finally recovered, wiped the liquid around his mouth and panted, "Isn't it all because of you..."

Mo Yan seemed to be pleased by his words, hummed and laughed, his voice was very weak.

Mo Yan patted him: "Pants are off, buttocks are pouted."

Tang Fachu felt like a dog, and Mo Yan was only copulating with him, not making love.

But he did it anyway, even though he was extremely ashamed, he still pouted his butt, bit his hand and waited for Mo Yan to touch him.He felt that the naked place was chilly, and it took a long time before he felt the temperature of Mo Yan's approach.

Mo Yan's hand was very cold, Tang Fuchu couldn't help but tremble when he stuck it.

Mo Yan touched his skin and went down, but his body kept a certain distance from Tang Fuchu. He said slowly, "If I come in directly, you will die of pain, right?"

Tang Fuchu's eyes became hot, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your birthday...you are the boss, you have the final say!"

Mo Yan's hand reached down, grabbed Tang Fuchu's semi-hard object, and laughed: "You can get hard just by licking?"

Tang Fuchu whimpered and said, "No...you touched me..."

Mo Yan's hands are so cold, why are his hands so cold?Tang Fuchu felt his touch, and felt creepy at the same time, as if he was mating with a cold snake.

Mo Yan's movements were a bit rough, Tang Fuchu was hurt by him, and at the same time he was a little happy, he couldn't help but cursed at Mo Yan: "Fuck...what are you in a hurry for!"

Mo Yan scratched his tip, and asked him suddenly: "Have you never done it with anyone else?"

Tang Fuchu had a feeling of hope amidst the chaos. He licked his lips and whimpered, "If I've fucked with other people before, wouldn't my skills still be that bad?"

Mo Yan smiled softly: "It's really not."

He finally bent down, leaning against Tang Fuchu's back and said: "But you are right, I am really in a hurry, I wish I could just insert it right now and kill you here."

The words Moyan said made Tang Huachu couldn't help trembling all over his body. He was trembling and panting, making a pitiful sound, his desire was about to spurt out, and Moyan choked him again.

Tang Fuchu's body was hot and cold, the instigator pressed his twitching body and said without emotion: "Please."

This voice is Moyan.

It's Mo Yan.

Tang Fuchu was about to cry, he clung to the grass on the ground, his knees were scorchingly painful: "I...please..."

"Please what?"

"You... what do you want me to say...?"

Mo Yan laughed sarcastically: "You are really boring."

Tang Fuchu felt extremely uncomfortable, he writhed impatiently, he was so ashamed that he couldn't speak: "Please...you let me cum, I beg you..."

He rubbed Tang Fuchu twice more, and let him go.Tang Fuchu hadn't done it for a long time, and the ejaculation was thick and profuse, Mo Yan caught it with his hands and spread it all over his acupoints.

Tang Fachu's body was weak, he was panting and supported the ground with his hands, feeling Moyan expanding for him, writhing uncomfortably, Moyan pulled one of his legs away, and pushed his butt a few times, extremely Impatiently said: "Be honest."

Tang Fuchu said vaguely, "It hurts..."

Mo Yan opened his buttocks and pushed in roughly: "It's just that it hurts—"

Tang Fuchu opened his mouth wide, and cried out silently. When Mo Yan was completely inside, Tang Fachu felt himself trembling all the time. He scratched the soft soil on the ground and fell into an unreal feeling.

Being held down and fucked by another man in such an exposed situation, he never thought he could do it like this.

He didn't have any pleasure at all, the front was completely wilted, and he was dangling pitifully with the rhythm of Mo Yan's thrusts. He felt that Mo Yan was splitting his body apart bit by bit, but he couldn't even cry out for the pain. If you don't come out, even if you shout out, Mo Yan won't feel bad. When he thinks of this, he can't help but tremble.

This was not the sex he wanted, no kisses, no hugs, Mo Yan was doing the most intimate thing with him, but he only hugged his waist when necessary.Tang Fuchu felt that this love was so dark that his consciousness was almost unconscious. He only remembered that Mo Yan had done it several times. He was manipulated into several positions like a soft doll. Later, he was really hurt. It's over, and under Mo Yan's manipulation, he said intermittently: "Damn...you...you can't stop..."

Mo Yan ignored him, but acted more violently. Tang Fuchu wanted to hide, but he pulled him over and pressed him firmly under his body and inserted it. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it everywhere: "I can't do it... I really can't do it... Xiao Yan..."

The broken hair on Mo Yan's forehead was already wet and turned into a few black strands. Under the cover of his hair, his eyes looked a little soft, even though his movements were not gentle at all——

Tang Fuchu was turned over again, this time Mo Yan held him in his arms, raised his leg high, and stabbed him deeply.

Tang Fuchu whispered, his voice was already very hoarse: "Did you hear...you say something..."

"No...I won't do it...I don't want to do it..." Tang Fuchu didn't know what he was talking about, he held Moyan tightly, begging for mercy, "Xiaoyan...don't do it... ...Don't do it, okay..."

Mo Yan slammed into his sensitive place a few times, tears welled up in the corners of Tang Fuchu's eyes, he shuddered and ejaculated some thin semen, and broke down: "I really don't want it! I won't do it... ...Tang Moyan! Did you hear..."

Mo Yan stopped at this moment, sweat dripped down his chin onto Tang Fuchu's body.

Tang Fuchu opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see Mo Yan's eyes clearly, but Mo Yan covered his eyelids again.

He heard Mo Yan asking him: "Do you like me?"

Tang Fuchu opened his mouth and made a weak voice: "I like..."

Mo Yan raised his eyes: "Do you love me?"

He squeezed Tang Fuchu's butt twice, and his sore legs subconsciously entangled him in favor: "Love..."

Mo Yan still just stared at him, clearly asking this question, but there was no emotion in his eyes at all, he seemed to be hesitating for a word, but he didn't say it in the end.

Tang Fuchu instinctively sensed something.

He vaguely seemed to know what Mo Yan wanted him to say, so he raised his head self-taught and said intermittently: "I miss you...I miss you very much, every day...I miss you very much...I , I want you, Xiao Yan... besides you, there is no one else in my heart..."

Mo Yan stretched out his hand to touch Tang Fuchu's face, remained silent, and then began to move uncontrollably, each time hard and fast, Tang Feichu didn't expect that he still had so much strength, it was already screaming He couldn't cry anymore, his toes were curled up, his back was arched, his eyes were tightly closed, and he whimpered with crying.

Mo Yan lowered his head and said hoarsely in his ear: "I really want to kill you like this, so that you can't go anywhere, you can only spread your legs and give me fuck."

It was already midnight when Tang Fuchu woke up again.

He slept in the arms of a wolf, its tail wrapped around him, which was as warm as a fluffy little blanket.He called out in a daze, "Xiaoyan?"

Mo Yan's eyes narrowed into a slit: "Sleep with you."

Tang Fuchu touched its fur, clinging to it, muttering in a low voice that it was thirsty.

He couldn't even hear his voice.

Mo Yan didn't respond to him, and let him hug her around.

Tang Fuchu screamed, and became sleepy again. Before falling asleep, he muttered, "Where are we? You don't need to tell them..."

Mo Yan flicked his tail on Tang Fuchu's face: "Sleep."

Tang Fuchu said again: "I'm thirsty."

Mo Yan ignored him.

Tang Fuchu was sore and sore, he yelled twice in dissatisfaction, then hugged Mo Yan, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Yan stared at him for a while, then lowered his head and licked Tang Fuchu's frowning eyebrows until they slowly, slowly relaxed.