[Yu Huang] Changfeng

"Wenzhou, Wenzhou," Huang Shaotian turned his head, his eyes were wet, "let me watch you."

Yu Wenzhou wanted to refuse at first, because the face-to-face posture would increase the pain, but he finally nodded.

Huang Shaotian lay down on his back, a smile escaped from his mouth, "It looks good."

"what?"

Yu Wenzhou pulled his leg, and the pressure suddenly increased, but Huang Shaotian could still maintain the proper posture very well. His body was quite flexible, and he hardly felt any pain.All the stimulation comes from the endless in and out of the back.The ointment was warm and creamy, the acupoints were relaxed, and Yu Wenzhou's fingers were sucked in and out, whether they were in or out, or pressed intentionally, they were all accepted.

"You look good." Huang Shaotian took a breath, and reached out to touch Yu Wenzhou's side face, "Wenzhou, come in."

He could see that Yu Wenzhou had endured so much, his breathing was heavier than usual, but he was still worried about him, and wanted to expand carefully before entering.These changes and reactions were taken for granted, but when they happened to Yu Wenzhou, Huang Shaotian felt extremely worried. He wanted to bring Yu Wenzhou happiness, the greatest happiness.

Yu Wenzhou's hair was scattered on his thin shoulders, and when he was emotional, he suddenly became a little bit more lustful when he laughed, which was completely different from the cold and abstinent doctor in his daily life.Huang Shaotian raised his waist, and sent it forward, the peach blossom eyes contained a pool of spring water under the moonlight, splashing a few waves, stirring Yu Wenzhou's last rationality.

"Yu Wenzhou, come in." Huang Shaotian climbed up Yu Wenzhou's naked and thin back with both hands, pointing his fingers unconsciously, "You want me, I will never lose it again."

"Okay." Yu Wenzhou's voice was low and hoarse, and he stepped forward.

The pain came at once, Huang Shaotian buried his head in Yu Wenzhou's shoulder, panting heavily, his mind was blanked by the impact, he only had one thought left, and that was, fortunately, it wasn't Yu Wenzhou who was in pain.

But Yu Wenzhou was in pain too, Huang Shaotian thought of his right wrist that was barely using any strength, and felt like he had overturned a frying pan. He lay on his back on the bed again, turned his head sideways and kissed Yu Wenzhou's injured right wrist.

The ground under his body bumped again and again, bringing unimaginable heat, he kissed his bruised right wrist with trembling lips, and let out a long sigh in his heart.

The pain, especially the pain, didn't come from the back pain, but from his own heart. He unconsciously brought everything into his own mistakes.It was because of him that Yu Wenzhou was injured, this realization made Huang Shaotian feel sad and twisted into a ball, no matter how he comforted him, he couldn't calm down.

"Shaotian, look at me." Yu Wenzhou bent down, entered deeper, and hit that point hard.Huang Shaotian couldn't hold back any of it, and uttered a moan that seemed to have changed his tune, bringing him back to his senses.

Huang Shaotian obediently turned his face and looked at Yu Wenzhou.

"You don't need to blame yourself, and you don't need to regret it." Yu Wenzhou always knew what Huang Shaotian was thinking, as if he had mastered the legendary mind reading skills, "I am willing to get hurt for you."

"It hurts, but I like it."

I don't understand the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and I will never understand the swords and swords of martial arts disputes, but if necessary, no matter how difficult the rivers and lakes are, we will walk together.

All this is like pushing open the door of the heart, and the ruins and dust are everywhere, and then, spring flowers and summer rain, autumn moon and winter snow, everything grows crazily again, building a brand new world.No more grievances, no need to worry anymore, all doubts and uncertainties are gone, at the end of the road, the sky is full of grass, and the sky is dawning.

Yu Wenzhou's movements were very slow, just like his personality, slow but extremely resolute.Pushing forward fully, withdrawing completely again, the cycle repeats itself, slowly but surely.The low panting sound carried an abstinence breath, the temples were wet with sweat, and the brows and eyes were misty, almost like a glimpse of a person in an ink painting.

Huang Shaotian raised his head and panted heavily, only Yu Wenzhou was left in front of him.Everything seemed a little familiar, but it seemed a little bit beyond his imagination. The pleasure kept piling up, tumbling in waves, from the shameful place in the back all the way to the lower abdomen, as if a torch was lit.He curled up his insteps, moved his waist impatiently, and catered to the person who brought him all the joy and pain.

Due to Huang Shaotian's active catering, the collision became deeper and more vivid. When entering and exiting, the sensitive point in the body passed by, the pleasure was like a fleeting meteor, bringing indescribable trembling, and then returning to silence, over and over again, The impatience of not getting what he wanted made Huang Shaotian almost collapse. He looked at Yu Wenzhou in bewilderment, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but felt that it was too difficult to speak, so he suppressed it.

The scent of medicinal herbs filled the room, mixed with an indescribably ambiguous atmosphere, which also seemed to catalyze the behavior in front of him.

Yu Wenzhou's hand covered Huang Shaotian's thin and tight waist, and wherever his palm touched, it would bring out an even more raging wave of desire. The body in front of him was young and flexible, containing infinite explosive power, if Yu Wenzhou hadn't seen it with his own eyes. , It is really hard to imagine that Huang Shaotian's long sword was so murderous and unstoppable.

Huge contrast, but not contradictory.How many swords and swords he has experienced, can be seen from him.

There are many scars on Huang Shaotian's body, some of which have been for a long time, but the traces can still be felt, and some are new wounds that have just healed, and the outlines can still be seen.The knife wound on the left chest was left at the beginning of this year. At the beginning, the knife mark was hideous and terrifying. Under Yu Wenzhou's meticulous care, it has now turned into a faint pink color, declaring its own existence.

Yu Wenzhou lowered his head and licked the knife wound.

"Yu Wenzhou—"

The wound was newly healed, and it would itch when touched. Yu Wenzhou lowered his head and licked it, and Huang Shaotian felt that he was about to cry. That kind of stimulation was mixed with a huge impact on perception, which drove the sensitive reaction of the body, and suddenly, the sky fell apart.

"Don't, don't—" Huang Shaotian couldn't help begging for mercy in a low voice, such an action, such an ambiguous and intimate action, tightened his last line of restraint, and this line of defense was about to collapse at any time.

Lips and tongue brushed against the wound, causing a tingling shudder, Huang Shaotian's whole body tensed up unconsciously, driving his back to tighten tightly, and Yu Wenzhou let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"You're enough, Yu Wenzhou—" Huang Shaotian lay on the bed weakly on his back, his eyes were slack, "Give it to me, don't torture me—"

Yu Wenzhou raised his head from his chest obediently, and slowly stroked Huang Shaotian's front end with his left hand.

The huge torrent of pleasure seemed to have found an exit, rushing frantically below him.The back bumped firmly and forcefully, this time he skillfully found the direction, repeatedly grinding on the most sensitive point, the stimulation caused Huang Shaotian's voice to change its tone.

"Shaotian, you are mine." Yu Wenzhou suddenly said this sentence without beginning or end.

I am.Huang Shaotian was thinking like this, but he couldn't say it out, almost all the strength in his body was sucked away, the stimulation before and after made him excited and unbearable, he felt that he urgently needed to find an outlet for all his desires and pleasures, and release all his desires and pleasures pouring out. Dripping and happy, but all of this is out of control, everything is under Yu Wenzhou's control.

Bring him pain, but also bring him joy.

"Shaotian, you are mine." Yu Wenzhou repeated this sentence again, his voice was very soft, even a little trembling.

The moonlight outside the window was bright and clear, through the window paper, projecting the delicate branches and leaves of the plum tree in the yard, and the little moonlight sprinkled on Yu Wenzhou's back, painting a landscape painting, strange and wonderful.Huang Shaotian was about to be tormented mad by the accumulated pleasure, he propped up his body, put his arms around Yu Wenzhou's back suddenly, and pressed his whole body against it, refusing to let go.

"Yu Wenzhou, Wenzhou, I'm yours, everything is yours—" Huang Shaotian gasped, and his hot and rapid breath hit Yu Wenzhou's shoulder, "Give it to me, Wenzhou, I love you, I want you -"

This passage seems to be begging for mercy in a low voice, and it seems to be a promise between lovers, but it doesn't matter what it is.

The impact behind him suddenly became hasty and fierce, and Huang Shaotian's pandering turned into a one-sided illusion. In just a split second, everything became the rhythm under Yu Wenzhou's control.

Huang Shaotian narrowed his eyes, completely uncontrollably falling into the vortex created by Yu Wenzhou himself.Such a real and definite sense of existence declares the fact that the two are facing each other with sincerity. He is in my body. This feeling makes Huang Shaotian feel sour and happy, and the psychological pleasure is even stronger. Going to the peak of desire, all of this is carried out without stagnation, as a matter of course, it fits and is perfect.

After a hard bump from behind, the front end finally let go, and bliss was born in an instant.

Huang Shaotian opened his mouth and bit Yu Wenzhou's shoulder, the pleasure made his whole body numb, he didn't have any strength at all, the force of the bite was too small, it might as well be said to be licking, the teeth grazed, Huang Shaotian's whole body trembled, using the last bit of strength , wrapped his legs around Yu Wenzhou's waist, catering to the past more deeply.

Almost at the same time, a hot current gushed out, and Yu Wenzhou embraced him in bliss at the same time.

"Yu Wenzhou, I have a wish..." Huang Shaotian murmured.

"what?"

"Don't ever separate again, okay?" Huang Shaotian's peach blossom eyes lit up the entire dark night with a smile, shining like stars and burning like candles.

"it is good."

There is no more separation, no more tossing and turning, no more desperate and painful waiting day and night, the snow melts in spring, and the flowers bloom overnight.

The title poem: Last Night Stars Last Night Wind, from Li Shangyin's "Untitled"