The Bad Man of Another World

Delevingne didn't expect that Yann would be with Lin Lin, and Yann also didn't expect that Delevingne would come to pick Lin Lin up. The two old lovers met their eyes and couldn't take their eyes off each other.

Yann had just finished soaking in the hot spring, his face was still flushed red, and his hair was also damp, which made the already very beautiful him even more attractive, and fascinated the beast fans around him. Delevingne, who grew up with him, couldn't help but speed up his heartbeat.

Lin Lin glanced at Delevingne, then at Yann, and seeing the two of them staring at each other, the ambiguous atmosphere between them could be seen even by a blind person, he couldn't help frowning, and coughed in a low voice .

"Cough cough."

Lin Lin's low cough woke them both up. Yan hurriedly hid behind Jacob shyly with the child in his arms. He lowered his head and played with the sand on the ground with his feet to hide his embarrassment. Immediately calming down, he walked towards them.

"Uncle." Draven greeted Jacob first, then looked at Yan who was hiding behind him, his eyes softened: "Little En."

"Cousin...cousin..." Yann stammered in response, lowering his head lower and lower.

Delevingne knew that he was now with Lin Lin, and Yann must have felt alienated from him, he was helpless and sentimental about it, so he could only look at the baby in Yann's arms, "This child is Yaxi, right? "

"Um……"

"so cute."

"thanks……"

Lin Lin stood aside and watched silently. He really wanted to drag Delevingne away, but he couldn't. The status of cousins, and the conversation between the two is normal now, he really can't find a reason to interrupt their conversation.

Fortunately, as an elder, Jacob saw that the atmosphere among the three was weird, so he said a few words to Delevingne, and then took Yann away.

Draven watched them leave, and he didn't look at Lin Lin until their figures disappeared around the corner.

"Let's go back too."

"Ah."

On the way back, the two walked quietly, each with their own thoughts, and when they got home, Lin Lin threw the bath basket in his hand on the ground, jumped on it and kissed Delevingne.

When Lin Lin was uneasy, he wanted to do it with Delevingne, as if the two of them did too much, Delevingne's liking for him would increase accordingly.

This is of course impossible.

So Draven gently pushed Lin Lin away.

"Dinner first." Delevingne said, turned around and went to the kitchen.

"It's still early." Lin Lin pounced on him again, putting his arms around Delevingne's neck and about to kiss him again.

Delevingne covered Lin Lin's mouth with his hand, insisting: "Eat first."

In normal times, Delevingne would satisfy Lin Lin, but he didn't want to do it with Lin Lin this time.

Seeing Yan just now made Delevingne's heart turbulent, his mind was full of him, and he couldn't go away no matter what.

And he wasn't the only one who had turmoil in his heart, Lin Lin was also the same, but the moods of the two were completely different.

Lin Lin also insisted: "Do it first."

Delevingne stopped talking, and was in a stalemate with Lin Lin. Lin Lin then took the initiative to reach into his pants and touched him, but he didn't see any reaction after touching for a long time, so he knew that he was genuine and had no intention of doing it himself. .

"Forget it." Lin Lin backed away from Delevingne in boredom, and went to the kitchen unhappy.

Dinner was dull, Lin Lin kept thinking about the scene of Delevingne and Yann looking at each other while washing the dishes, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed and aggrieved, so he gritted his teeth and went to the warehouse to get some A brand new red candle.

Dropping wax, Lin Lin has never dared to try SM with Delevingne, he is afraid it will hurt too much, but if this can make Delevingne look at him...

Lin Lin was entangled, and felt that he was really brain-dead for doing this.

But it's not once or twice that he's brain-dead.

Back in the room, Delevingne was sitting on a chair reading a book, Lin Lin sat beside him with a smile, and handed him the red candle in his hand.

"Teach you a new game." Lin Lin put his leg on Delevingne's lap, rubbing against him with obvious temptation.

Draven looked at the red candle stuffed by Lin Lin, not knowing why, until Lin Lin told him how to play, he frowned and threw the red candle.

"No, what should I do if I get burned by wax oil?" Draven refused, thinking that this way of playing was too much.

"You can try a few drops first." Lin Lin said with a smile: "If I can't bear it, then stop... Don't you like to hurt me?"

When Lin Lin said this, his heart was very bitter.

"..." Delevingne didn't refute, but he didn't admit it either. He stared at Lin Lin with his dark golden eyes, his eyes were mixed with disdain, and his tone became severe: "Can't you cherish your body a little bit?" ?”

Lin Lin was stunned by Draven's scolding. God knows how determined he was to come here with a red candle. He wanted to take advantage of Bodlevin's favor, but it had the opposite effect, making him look down on himself .

Lin Lin was out of breath, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit. He was silent for a long time before muttering depressedly: "I don't take care of my body? Then don't torture me... Do you like to play or not."

Because of being scolded by Draven, Lin Lin lost all interest, and went to bed with his head drooping. Draven didn't coax him, but only wanted to have a good talk with him after he calmed down a little.

It's time to rectify this deformed relationship between them.

Delevingne read Shichen's book for a while and felt that it was getting late, so he turned his head and looked at the big bed. Seeing Lin Lin lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, he said to him, "Let's talk."

Lin Lin turned his head and looked at him with deep resentment, then turned his head and stared at the ceiling: "Don't talk."

It doesn't seem to have calmed down.Delevingne closed the book calmly, and decided to find a chance to talk to Lin Lin another day.

Get up, put the book back on the shelf, Draven went out to boil warm water for Lin Lin to wash, but he brought the hot water in, but Lin Lin didn't want to get up because he felt sad.

In fact, Lin Lin naively hoped that Draven would come to coax him, wipe his face and feet or something.

Delevingne frowned, seeing that Lin Lin was determined not to get up to wash up, so he went out to wash his face with winter ice water and rinsed his mouth without hesitation, then went back to the house and turned off the oil lamp, lay down next to Lin Lin and fell asleep.

Lin Lin, who was not coaxed, felt even more resentful.

"Draven." Lin Lin spoke suddenly, his voice faint in the darkness.

"Ok?"

"Call me by my nickname."

Draven opened his mouth casually: "'I love you'."

Through self-deception, Lin Lin finally felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

The room fell silent.

Delevingne ran into Yann by chance today, so he couldn't sleep much, but Lin Lin couldn't sleep even more than him. Both of them were lying on the bed with their eyes open and thinking about their thoughts, with their backs facing each other.

After lying on his side for a long time, Lin Lin's arms hurt from the pressure, so he rolled up the quilt and turned over to lie upright. Draven thought he was asleep, so he looked over with dimly lit eyes, not wanting to meet Lin Lin's gaze.

Both of them were taken aback, they didn't expect that the other party was still awake at this hour, they looked at each other for a while, and then Delevingne leaned over and kissed Lin Lin's forehead.

"Go to bed early."

Lin Lin blinked in the dark: "I can't sleep."

Delevingne guessed in his heart that Lin Lin was worried about not "playing" with him tonight. He looked at Lin Lin's sleepless bright black eyes, and helplessly rolled over and fell on top of him.

Satisfy him, otherwise it seems that there will be a long time of awkwardness.Delevingne kissed Lin Lin's chin and neck lightly, and stretched his hands into his pajamas, groping up and down, Lin Lin slightly opened his mouth to pant, inserted his hands into Delevingne's hair, and hugged his head, Clearly emotional.

However, Delevingne was a little uninterested. He turned Lin Lin over, reached out to open the drawer beside the bed, took out the lubricant, dug out a little and wiped it on Lin Lin's back.

This lubricant is made by Lin Lin himself. Generally, couples don’t need lubricant. Orcs will lick their partners wet. It’s a pity that Lin Lin has never enjoyed such treatment, but he doesn’t care much about it. , because he himself was too embarrassed to ask Delevingne to lick there for him.

At first, Lin Lin would go to Charlie to ask for lubricant, but then Charlie asked. Lin Lin knew that he had always been concerned about his marriage with Delevingne, so in order not to worry him, he didn't dare to ask him for it anymore. Another doctor friend learned how to make it, and then bought medicinal materials to make it himself. Because he is a layman, the effect of the lubricant he made is not as good as that given to him by Charlie, but it works for the time being.

Draven helped Lin Lin expand, but his lower body didn't respond, so he freed up one hand and groped for himself, and when it hardened, he hugged Lin Lin's buttocks with both hands and made him kneel and enter slowly.

"Hmm..." Lin Lin grabbed the quilt with both hands, frowning slightly.

Although he has done it many times, he still hasn't gotten used to it.

Sure enough, the comfort mentioned in the novel is a lie.

An ambiguous sound reverberated in the dark room. The man who surrendered frowned and forbearance, while the man who conquered looked calmly at the thin back of the man below him. Because the feeling was not deep, it took a long time Did not leak out.

Lin Lin couldn't stand it anymore, and touched Draven's thigh with his backhand, his voice was hoarse: "Don't you feel it?"

"……no."

"Think about something exciting." Lin Lin knew that Delevingne was lying, so he reminded him to think about the erotic games they usually played.

Delevingne thought of going elsewhere.

He thought of Yann.

The handsome man with exquisite facial features had a red face, wet hair stained his face, golden eyes watery, pale pink red lips closed and closed, and made a clear voice: "cousin...cousin... "

Delevingne was excited, he closed his eyes, and began to imagine that the person under him was Yan, and following his fantasy, his movements became gentle unconsciously, and he also began to try to make the person under him " Yann" felt comfortable.

Lin Lin noticed the change in Delevingne, he was a little happy, so he continued to hold on to the sheets to endure, but gradually found that Delevingne's movements were different from before, and there was obviously affection in his actions, probably because of this, he always Lin Lin, who only felt pain, actually felt a little pleasure.

This tingling feeling... as if there is an electric current rushing through the body...

Lin Lin fell into it immediately, and vented out from the back for the first time in more than ten minutes, and Draven was also approaching the critical point. Lin Lin blushed and panted and shrunk back to help Draven deepen the pleasure. With the deliberate cooperation of Draven, who was lying on his back, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit Lin Lin's neck, tensed all the muscles in his body, and in the extreme pleasure, he unconsciously called out Yann's words. Name: "Xiaoen..."

Lin Lin, who was crushed under him, was instantly chilled, and felt that his heart had been pierced by a knife, which was an unspeakable pain.

The colorful bubbles burst, and all the beauty turned into nothingness.

In fact, the previous beauty was illusory and never real.