The Last Shot [Entertainment]

There was a bang in Tian Jing's mind, and many restricted-rated movie clips passed by like a revolving lantern: Rose's handprints on the glass, Cecilia's green skirt spread out on the bookshelf, and the pitch-black tent that kept being blown in by the wind *...

He took a step back involuntarily, but immediately regretted it. Sheng Zhaoliang was like a group of scary and coveted ghosts. He was in a panic, not knowing how to react.

What if Sheng Zhaoliang was joking?Even if not, this kind of thing is not something that should be done, right?The atmosphere is very important, the current atmosphere, the current atmosphere is too weird.

The more Tian Jing thought about it, the more he felt at a loss and almost trembled. The narrow smile in Sheng Zhaoliang's eyes faded, and some couldn't believe that Tian Jing would react like this, as if what he proposed was not a normal request between lovers, but to let him go...

Sheng Zhaoliang stopped to think for a while, thought of something, and smiled again.

Tian Jing, who was stiff in front of him, was like a first-grade kid introducing himself to the whole class for the first time.

"Relax." Sheng Zhaoliang stretched out his hand to stroke Tian Jing's shoulder, Tian Jing looked at his hand with eyes like seeing a ghost, and swallowed his saliva.

"It's not that I want to eat you, why are you so nervous." Sheng Zhaoliang moved closer, lowered his head to look at Tian Jing's trembling eyelashes, tried to approach slowly, and kissed Tian Jing's forehead.

Tian Jing raised his head tremblingly, and met Sheng Zhaoliang's eyes. Sheng Zhaoliang smiled at him, without much seriousness in his eyes, but this light and light smile made Tian Jing feel at ease.

Sheng Zhaoliang didn't regard this as a ceremony, nor would it be a difficult problem to bite the bullet. Tian Jing clearly felt that he was making a fuss as a virgin.

He relaxed his body as much as possible, at this moment Sheng Zhaoliang kissed him again, landing on his eyes, his movements were gentle, and then the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth, Sheng Zhaoliang stretched out his fingers to poke his face.

"You really haven't lost weight at all, you feel the same as when you were in high school." Sheng Zhaoliang said.

Tian Jing closed his eyes, remembering that Sheng Zhaoliang was sitting in the back seat of him, sometimes teasing him, calling him and putting his hand on his shoulder, stretching out his index finger, when he turned his head, his face was poked deeply Come on, at that time he didn't have a clear feeling for Sheng Zhaoliang, he felt annoyed, and even yelled at Sheng Zhaoliang.

At this time, the memories suddenly appeared, Tian Jing seemed to be cramped, immersed in the feelings overflowing to the chest, and relaxed all over.Sheng Zhaoliang felt it, and reached out to hold his face: "You are so coaxing." After speaking, he kissed Tian Jing's lips.

"Go to bed, huh?" Sheng Zhaoliang asked during the interval of breathing. Tian Jing grabbed his clothes and nodded. It's not shy in the traditional sense, but it still looks cute. Originally, Sheng Zhaoliang wanted to tease Shimoda Jing on a whim, but Tian Jing's reaction was unexpected. With that kind of timid and serious appearance, if he didn't really bully him, he would probably regret it.

Moreover, Sheng Zhaoliang thought, since he promised him, he must give what should be given.

After Tian Jing lay on the bed, he returned to his stiff state. Sheng Zhaoliang saw that he wanted to hide under the quilt, but he controlled him forcefully. Sheng Zhaoliang went to untie his jeans, but was caught by his hand.

"I, I'm a little nervous." Tian Jing thought for a while and decided to tell the truth, "Can you slow down?"

"Okay." Sheng Zhaoliang took advantage of the situation to put his hand into his T-shirt, stroked it slowly, and pulled his palm up with the other hand, biting the back of his hand.

Tian Jing couldn't restrain a shameful sound from his throat, and he closed his eyes tightly again, so that he wouldn't see Sheng Zhaoliang's slender figure riding on him with legs apart, kissing himself in an unharmonious way and then Round and ugly fingers.

"Tian Jing, what are you thinking?" Sheng Zhaoliang kissed Shimoda Jing's palm, the other's hand flinched, and he squeezed it tightly, "What are you thinking?" He asked again.

"I don't know..." Tian Jing's voice didn't sound happy, he turned his head and buried his face in the quilt.

Sheng Zhaoliang stretched out his palm, and dug his fingers into his fingers one by one.

"Isn't it nice to look at me?"

Tian Jing remained silent, and the hand that was tightly held by Sheng Zhaoliang was also spread out, and there was no response to the handshake.

Sheng Zhaoliang's eyes darkened.

"Tian Jing, look at me."

The voice that suddenly cooled down several degrees interrupted Tian Jing's endless self-loathing, this familiar cold voice made him not have the slightest thought of resisting.

He just did it.

Tian Jing slowly opened his eyes, the bedside light illuminated half of Sheng Zhaoliang's face warmly and softly, but the other half was hidden in the darkness, Tian Jing didn't feel scared, on the contrary, it became less difficult for him to adapt to it.

Sensing the change in him, Sheng Zhaoliang gritted his teeth, leaned down and tore off Tian Jing's pants, and put his hand behind him very directly, finding the entrance.

"Just say it hurts."

Sheng Zhaoliang grabbed the lubricant and condom at the bedside, and didn't look at Tian Jing again. He heard Tian Jing bite off painful moans one after another, and the scene became not tender at all, but more like one-sided violence.Sheng Zhaoliang finally withdrew his fingers irritably, aimed at the unexpanded place and stabbed hard.

Tian Jing cried out.

The moment he saw his tears, Sheng Zhaoliangteng's mania in his chest was extinguished. He didn't waver, but stretched out his hand to hug Tian Jing, and patted him on the back like a coaxing child.

"Why are you crying? Why don't you say it hurts?"

Tian Jing bit his lower lip and sobbed, trying to hold back the tears but couldn't breathe, it was so sad, he messed up everything.

"What are you worried about?" Sheng Zhaoliang asked.

"No... I was wrong, sorry."

"Who said you were wrong? You are really..." Sheng Zhaoliang pushed Tian Jing onto the bed, staring at Tian Jing with wide eyes, he was already so angry that he didn't have much interest, but for some reason, the bottom was still hard and hot, Tian Jing's part became tighter with sobs, causing a new itching in his lower abdomen, as if the psychological pleasure was taken over by the physical pleasure.

Tian Jing felt the changes in Sheng Zhaoliang, and finally realized some belatedly. He removed the back of his hand that was wiping his tears, and looked at Sheng Zhaoliang hesitantly.

"What are you doing?" Sheng Zhaoliang still had a bad expression on his face, "He had an expression of 'how did you get so hard', do you really think of me as your boyfriend?"

Tian Jing couldn't answer a word. Even now, deep in his cognition, he knew that Sheng Zhaoliang didn't treat him wholeheartedly. Perhaps more of it came from his not-so-bad friendship and sympathy. How did he get this " Boyfriend", he knew it all too well.

"Speak." Sheng Zhaoliang pushed forward.

This deepened Tian Jing's feeling of "he is inside". He couldn't stand this place that no one had ever invaded, and was occupied by someone who had always dreamed of it. Tian Jing felt that he was dreaming for a moment.

"I... I dare not, I dare not follow you..." Tian Jing grabbed Sheng Zhaoliang's arm and took a deep breath. Although it was useless at all, he continued to say under Sheng Zhaoliang's gaze, "The same as last time Same, I'm afraid you'll dislike me, I'm too... too ugly."

Sheng Zhaoliang got the expected answer, and his tone softened: "Look at me."

Tian Jing was very obedient this time, and his gaze was in place quickly.

"You're not ugly at all."

Tian Jing was dumbfounded, Sheng Zhaoliang's eyes were very serious, he didn't seem to be lying.

"I'm sleeping with you, are you questioning my taste?"

"I……"

"Tian Jing, listen up. Although a man's words on the bed are unbelievable, but now, I think you are very cute, and I want to swallow you up, so you have to stick out your tongue." Sheng Zhaoliang said while choking His chin, let him open his mouth, leaned over to kiss, sucked the tip of Tian Jing's tongue, and whispered next to his ear, "I want you to hug me."

Tian Jing seemed to have regained his body at this moment, trying hard to carry out his will, and hugged Sheng Zhaoliang's back.

"Then relax."

Tian Jing, who received a clear order, was as obedient as a small animal that could be rounded and flattened by others. Sheng Zhaoliang's heart fire that had been replaced by anger just now ignited again, and he kissed Tian Jing's neck sideways.

"Feel me?"

Sheng Zhaoliang's magnetic voice made Tian Jing tremble from his ears to his whole body, as if he was being shocked by electricity. It was like when shooting, a command from Sheng Zhaoliang could make him instantly understand how he was going to manipulate the camera, and then get the scene that excited him .

He was excited.

Sheng Zhaoliang went in a little bit deeper, Tian Jing felt that it was terribly long, when he felt that Sheng Zhaoliang was almost occupying his whole body, Sheng Zhaoliang retreated quickly, and then inserted |in.

It was something he had never felt, nothing in his world, nothing that had invaded him like this.

Movies may be a pair of hands that can touch the soul, and Sheng Zhaoliang is a genital that literally pierces his soul in various senses.

Tian Jing cried again.However, this time Sheng Zhaoliang didn't get angry again, he hugged him tightly, his fingers sank into his soft flesh, leaving pinch marks, and then he found with satisfaction that Tian Jing was on his lower abdomen.

The stagnation and depression of the past few days, accompanied by Tian Jing's intermittent crying, brought Sheng Zhaoliang a sense of pleasure like film exposure, and some accumulated emotions became clear in the instant development.

"Tian Jing." Sheng Zhaoliang buried deep in the body of the crying but more and more cute guy, his Adam's apple rolled, and said, "I like you."

The author has something to say: *: Segments from "Titanic", "Atonement" and "Brokeback Mountain" respectively