still in the mirror

Li Chengwu tore off the porcelain blue ribbon that tied the bed curtain and tied it to Cong Fei's eyes. Instead of pressing it down, he took off Cong Fei's trousers first. The young man felt a chill from his buttocks to his legs, and then his trousers The sound of being thrown to the ground, Li Chengwu touched a small iron box from the pillow - the cream that Congfei put on before going to bed, he dug two fingers casually, and pulled the boy's leg... a sweet, greasy and cold feeling Feeling strange, the young man snorted, he heard the belt buckle being undone, and the ray of light leaking from the edge of the ribbon also dimmed, he smelled the complex fragrance, as if the branches full of flowers were stretched into the bed curtain Inside, a puff of vague hot air rose, and the fragrance was dizzy, but he didn't wake up like a dream until he was resisted. He wanted to sit up in a panic, but was pushed down again. In an instant, the sticky cream was squeezed out. Open, cool and hot, he felt that he had fallen into a dark green forest, all kinds of colorful birds fluttered their wings, and their feathers fluttered in shock, the forest came to a stillness with a bang. In pain, he bit his lower lip, wanted to move but couldn't move, wanted to scold but dared not make a sound, his eyes widened, the sound of rain was far away, the surrounding was so quiet that one could hear the hiss of eyelashes on the silk ribbon Hiss.

Gradually, the man pulled out, the ice-cold cream sticking to the sound of water, suddenly thrust in again, Cong Fei forgot to breathe, even his stomach began to hurt, in the cramped bed tent, there was no sky, he couldn't tell what cold was Yes, what was hot again, he pushed it ten times before he couldn't help but let go of his lips, stretched out his hand to grab the man's forearm that was propped up beside his face, and called softly: "Dad...it hurts!" ……pain……"

Li Chengwu heard the voice twitching, alas, crying, he suddenly felt guilty, picked up the boy, sat facing each other, patted his back, whispered: "Don't cry... eh? "

After Cong Fei slowed down for a while, he recovered his voice before saying: "What I want is not to be blindfolded, not to dare to look, not to rape/rape, why are you so good to others but so bad to me?"

Li Chengwu buried his head on Cong Fei's shoulder, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "I was wrong...I'm sorry...you take off the belt."

The ribbon fell from the eyelashes, and the eyelids immediately became cool. He saw the light reflected on Li Chengwu's hair, which was soft and fluffy. There was a sultry air in the tent, and there was a trace of strange fragrance. At first, he thought it was cream, but he smelled it carefully. No, he asked in a low voice, "What kind of incense did you rub, it smells so strange."

"What? I didn't rub the incense, it's just the sandalwood I smoked in the study."

"No," Cong Fei took another deep breath, "It tastes very strange, a little hot, a little sweet, usually what you smoke is cold."

Li Chengwu buried himself in his shoulder and neck, and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing!"

Li Chengwu raised his head, hugged Congfei from his lap, leaned back slightly, supported the bed with his hands, and watched the boy's eyebrows frowning one after the other, his eyes were moist, and he couldn't help turning his head away. Go laugh again.Congfei saw his genitals between the white shirt and black trousers, which was still half erect, and was a reddish brown color. The boy lowered his head, scratched his hair, and was speechless.

His bare legs are next to Li Chengwu's suit pants, and the body temperature of the other party is warmed up through the fabric, as if someone is playing the violin next to him, light, heavy, slow, and urgent, the strings are hot, and the strings are pulled. This small piece of skin was burned into a hole, which made his whole body tremble.The young man raised his head slightly, looked at Li Chengwu timidly, then stretched his legs a little, and gently arched his toes into the man's palm.

After a long while, Li Chengwu waved his hand: "Smelly feet, take it away."

Cong Fei giggled: "When I was young, you said my feet were like tongues."

"Hmph, I never said, how can there be such a big tongue."

Cong Fei got up on his knees, took two steps on his knees, sat on his lap again, held his face and kissed him.

On the contrary, Li Chengwu's lips and teeth were extraordinarily gentle because of his indifference. The young man kissed him, like a burning rose falling on the cool silk. Let it burn.

He doesn't kiss back.

Cong Fei backed away suddenly, stared at Li Chengwu, moved his lips, but couldn't say a word.

Li Chengwu smiled, and asked softly: "Who taught you?" He raised his hand to stroke the hair on the back of the young man's neck. Because of the strength of his hand, Cong Fei had to get closer, and Li Chengwu kissed the trembling lips.It was as if a drop of rain touched the Begonia flower, and was sucked in by the heart of the flower. Two, three, four drops... The rain fell rustlingly, but the flower heart couldn't catch it. Soaked in water, gurgling down with the gurgling rain.Cong Fei's heart shattered into countless raindrops, bouncing around in the blood like strings: they fell into the dark silk again.