In the name of father

Xiao Yan chuckled, he let go of the man in his arms a little, slid his fingertips down and hooked the edge of the man's panties and flicked - even in the middle of the quilt, Xiao Mo could clearly hear a snap - An embarrassing sound.

The black-haired man paused for a moment, the veins on his forehead twitched, and when he clearly felt Xiao Yan rubbing against him with his somewhat stiff lower body, the man finally couldn't bear it anymore and said: "You better get out of here now." I rolled off the bed, Xiao Yan, I don't want to scold people, don't force me to scold you."

"You scolded me." Xiao Yan moved closer to the man, "It's not like I haven't been scolded by you before."

During the conversation, the boy just used his own hands to grab the man's hips and hugged him... Amid the sound of the metal clinking of the handcuffs, Xiao Mo couldn't sit still, which made him reluctantly use his backhand to hug him. Holding his youngest son's shoulder with one hand, he could feel Xiao Yan's increasingly hot breath spraying on his neck and neck, and the other's hand kept rubbing his buttocks suggestively...

"Xiao Yan."

"doing what?"

"Find out who you are in heat with, I am your father."

"Well," Xiao Yan affectionately rubbed his tall nose against the man's earlobe where a small tooth mark was bitten by him, "You're not, Xiao Mo died a long time ago, didn't you?"

Xiao Mo was taken aback for a moment. After he had difficulty digesting the young man's seemingly careless words, he had to keep himself away from Xiao Yan in order to ensure that his heartbeat, which gradually became a bit out of normal rhythm, would not be noticed. He pushed away slightly. Boy, let yourself look at the pair of golden pupils that were stained with desire and became like thick honey... When he spoke again, the man found that his voice was not only thirsty. It became a little hoarse. In fact, his voice now sounded as if an invisible hand had strangled his throat. He stared at Xiao Yan, lowered his voice very intently and asked: "What do you mean? ?”

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he was very puzzled by the casual sentence that made the man look like he was facing a big enemy.

The father and son looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, until Xiao Mo felt that a century had passed, and he saw that familiar hooligan smile spread out on Xiao Yan's lips again, and the young man let out a deep smile from his chest , he sat up slightly, poked his head and kissed the corner of the man's lips, and said in a casual tone: "What are you doing so nervous, I'm just praising you. You have done a good job these years. For me and Xiao Yan Almost like a rebirth, uh, someone else?—”

The last few words of the boy's words made Xiao Mo suffocate.

But the other party didn't seem to find anything wrong with the black-haired man in front of him, he just glanced at him lightly from the corner of his eye and said, "You understand, for Xiao Yan and me, the word 'father' doesn't necessarily mean that we are What a beautiful thing, there is no such provision in the dictionary—Xiao Mo, at least when I live to be 15 years old, at least two-thirds of the time you appear in my life as a very bad father— —Oh no, to be precise, it's 'flash'."

Xiao Mo knew that the so-called "two-thirds" that Xiao Yan said probably refers to the ten years between his birth and the genuine Xiao Mo's suicide. Not wanting to ask too much, he just rolled his eyelids: "You don't recognize me?"

"Admit," this time, the young man's delicate kiss fell all the way from the man's forehead, "Although I am very troubled by this, at least the household registration book makes me have to admit you... But do you think these are the important points?"

"Yes."

"Then your focus is wrong."

Xiao Yan almost closed his mouth after speaking heartlessly—it seemed that he was no longer ready to continue the conversation. The young man just stretched out his long hand and hugged the man who was already a little far away from him, as easily as hugging a man. It's like the doll placed on his bedside - except that for ordinary people, it is impossible for him to hold his own doll and force him to close his legs and rub his dick between his legs.

You can almost feel the shape of the organ hidden under the boy's underwear when it is fully erect, a thin layer of cloth can't stop anything at all, Xiao Mo sits on Xiao Yan's body, and the opponent's arm is like an iron arm. He firmly stopped him around his waist to fix him, he struggled a bit, and even smashed his still handcuffed hands on the boy's head behind him——

He didn't use too much force, but there was still a muffled sound when the metal hit his head. At the same time, Xiao Mo heard Xiao Yan's obvious cry of pain.

Amidst Xiao Yan's unaffected cry of pain, he remembered that this guy's head had been injured before.

"You fucking hit someone! Did you use this thing like that?!"

"It's not just hitting someone, it's you." Xiao Mo said expressionlessly.

Xiao Yan suddenly fell silent, he stared at the man for a while, there was an obvious red mark from the edge of the handcuffs on the forehead where Xiao Mo hit his head...

The man paused, a little hesitant to smash it a second time - if it was smashed, it would be really troublesome - he couldn't imagine that if an ambulance was called, someone would come to their house and see their father and son in such a state. Weird poses—for example, what would a person with a bloody head look like on a bed in sexy lingerie and handcuffs...

However, it was just a pause at this moment, and Xiao Mo lost the opportunity to continue attacking.

In the next second, his whole body was thrown off Xiao Yan's body, and then he was pressed face down into his big soft bed——

"Xiao Yan! What are you doing—"

"Shh!"

Amidst the almost coaxing hiss of the other party, the man tensed up and quieted down, and he really needed to be quieter now. In the master bedroom of the Xiao family, which could almost be described as silent, the man was lying on the warm He listened carefully under the quilt—and at this moment, no matter how hard Xiao Mo tried to concentrate, he still couldn't feel any movement from the young man behind him. He couldn't hear it and couldn't turn his head. Xiao Yan seemed to squirm for a while, just when the man was extremely puzzled, Xiao Yan's aura enveloped him again.

This time it was completely covered up.

Xiao Mo felt something soft and hard slipped between his legs, that thing was like an egg whose skin had been cracked, smooth, with a strange sticky liquid flowing, but it was extremely hot. In this invisible situation, the man found that the sensitivity of his whole body had been raised to a higher level, and his scalp was a little numb.

Until Xiao Yan inserted that thing between his legs and began to thrust.

Finally guessing what it was that slipped between his legs before, Xiao Mo finally completed the whole process from numbness of the scalp to a complete explosion of the inner core of the brain.

He was bombarded so that his brain went blank, and he lost the ability to think in a short period of time——

The boy held his waist with his hands, and pressed his legs firmly with the inside of his knees to prevent him from moving. When the thing rubbed between his legs, the speed became faster and faster. Parts touched, and there was a muffled "crack" sound in the bed. Every time the boy bumped and buried himself deeply between the man's legs, Xiao Mo could feel that part of the boy was scorching hot and there was something wrong. Things are throbbing excitedly...

He would also use his front end to squeeze in naughtily, and poke the ball under the man's cylinder through the layer of rabbit fur.

And after he found that whenever he did this, the man would subconsciously tense up and let out a vaguely heavy breath, the frequency of his doing this became more and more frequent, not only did the man feel that his legs were wetted by him , he could clearly feel that the hair on the damn condom on his dick was probably messed up by the liquid secreted from the boy's front end...

Xiao Yan lowered his head, letting go of his behavior as if possessed by a demon. He looked down at the skin on the inner thigh of the man, which can be called the tenderest, becoming more and more red under his rubbing...

"Dad," Xiao Yan's voice seemed a little lazy, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," Xiao Mo frowned, "you fucking stop it quickly."

"Wait a minute," Xiao Yan said sullenly, his breath became erratic, "It will be ready soon... Who told you to hit me... Wait, Dad, you seem to have reacted..."

"I'm a normal man, thank you." Xiao Mo gritted his molars, because Xiao Yan pushed his whole body forward, and now his head was leaning on the pillow, and his voice became a bit dull, " Come down and let me do this to you and try?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xiao Mo could feel the eerie silence immediately behind him.

Xiao Mo realized that he had said something wrong.

Sure enough, during the short period of silence, he felt the boy behind him push forward heavily, and with the thing that was so hard that it was about to explode deeply buried in Xiao Mo's legs, he could also feel the other person's pain. Organs clinging to his crotch like never before...

This is more embarrassing than just stripping naked and having sex.

"Xiao Yan..."

The man really wondered if he had been abstinent for too long recently. When the other party pressed him down like this, besides the shock, he also felt the terrible emotion of "comfort" in his mind, but his brain didn't allow it. So this emotion was quickly expelled from his mind, and he was using all his willpower to fight against the rationality of the zombies——

It seemed like the longest torture in history.

Until he suddenly felt wet between his legs like never before, and the big hand on his waist tightened suddenly——

Feeling the unbearable weight of the body pressing on him behind him, Xiao Mo moved, but the other party was relentlessly pawing at him like a koala——

"Don't move." Xiao Yan covered the back of Xiao Mo's hand next to the pillow from behind with a thin layer of sweaty palm, and the young man's voice carried the characteristic laziness after relaxation. Speaking, the next second he found that his hands were suddenly completely freed from the shackles of the pair of handcuffs.

The man took a closer look, only to see that at some point, Xiao Yan was actually holding an unusually delicate key in his hand.

However, the man didn't take a second look at that, because in the next second, he was completely free and overturned the boy who was pressing on him without saying a word, and kicked him off the bed without hesitation.

The naked boy rolled to the ground and let out a cry of pain, curled his lips and rubbed his buttocks, but this time he didn't complain about anything and got up from the bed... Xiao Yan stood by the bed and looked down at the grabber without saying a word. The man who wiped his thighs with a tissue box—and when he did so, he immediately pulled the two rags off his body and threw them aside—

At this moment, the man's body is not naked.

His fair skin looked a little dazzling in the ray of sunlight coming in from the window.

Seeing the man roughly wiping the inner layer of his thigh with a paper towel—the place that was already a little reddened was almost about to be really broken and bleeding, Xiao Yan pursed his lips and bent down He wanted to hug the man to wash, but a second before his fingertips were about to touch the man, he was slapped away mercilessly by the man who seemed to have eyes all over his body without looking up.

Xiao Yan suddenly withdrew his hand with a cry of pain, the man exerted great force, Xiao Yan looked down and found a red mark on the back of his hand.

But soon, his eyes were attracted by the lower body of the man who still had his head raised slightly in response.

Xiao Mo seemed to have sensed his fiery gaze. After a moment of stunned attention, he followed the young man's gaze and finally fixed Realization on his lower body. He held his head up and down aggrievedly, unable to move up or down. Go, the small hole at the top of the front is still bubbling transparent liquid one after another...

It's all this bastard.

Xiao Mo didn't think he was being scolded by this - of course, this brat himself said he wouldn't treat him as his father, bah!

Throwing away the cardboard box at hand, this time the man simply didn't hide it anymore, and regardless of the fact that there was a red-eyed hungry wolf staring enthusiastically at the side, the man held it generously. My penis, self-serving, began to serve myself...

The man's movements are very natural. Of course, he knows his body best. Almost every movement of him can stir up his sensitive nerves. Almost every small movement can make him climb to a certain peak more quickly. ...and Xiao Yan stood by the bed and watched for a while, feeling that his whole body was about to die of blood flow backwards, and finally when he was about to lose control, he stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist, and asked in an almost ferocious tone: "You seduce me?"

Xiao Mo looked at the big wheat-colored hand grasping his wrist—the joints were distinct, the palm was wide, and it really didn't look like the hand a 15-year-old boy should have.

Unhurriedly squinting at the boy who was staring at him at this moment, Xiao Mo looked at him from the beginning to the end with strange eyes as if sizing up a monster, and then slapped him with an angry expression. Indifferent tone said: "Why are you still here?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Fuck!

Consciousness means that Lao Tzu has no sense of existence? !

Seeing the expression on his son's face became more ferocious, Xiao Mo's eyeballs moved in their sockets, but the man didn't express much, he just waved Xiao Yan's hand away indifferently, and turned his head—— This time, he moved slightly, and directly pulled the ravaged quilt over to cover himself.

Xiao Yan didn't know what the man was doing under the quilt.

The quilt was so thick that he couldn't see anything.

Standing on the same spot for a while, Xiao Yan finally found that all his words—vicious compromises or nonsense that had no effect at all turned into silence in the end. He took a deep look at Xiao Mo, turned his head and walked in. bathroom.

Xiao Mo didn't express much, after watching the boy occupy his bathroom, he refocused on the work at hand - it was hard to hold back, he just wanted to release it as soon as possible, it had nothing to do with emotion, it was just a physical need.

The moment a man reaches the peak for himself, he feels a little tired.

At the same time, the door of the bathroom was also pulled open from the inside - such a short time should not be enough for Xiao Yan to take a bath, but when Xiao Mo raised his head to look at the door of the bathroom in surprise, he saw that the other party was just black. Zhang Lian walked towards him with a clean, steaming towel in his hand.

Xiao Yan himself didn't wear anything on his body, he was naked in a big way.

The young man came to his bedside, grabbed his quilt without a word, and before the man could stop him, he had already stretched the man's legs with irresistible force, and the hot towel in his hand looked a little rude He swung it up—Xiao Mo's inner thighs were a little sensitive because of the previous rubbing, and the temperature at this moment was almost scalding to him, causing him to shrink back suddenly.

He heard Xiao Yan make an impatient tongue-clicking sound.

Then he took the towel away without raising his head, and used a relatively gentle method to wipe off the strange residual liquid between his legs.

Xiao Yan lowered his head, Xiao Mo couldn't see his expression clearly, he only knew that when this guy was wiping his lower body with a towel, he acted carefully as if he was treating someone who had been lying on the bed for many years and should have been used to being treated like this Like a vegetative person—and until Xiao Yan completed this series of actions very smoothly, there was no more punctuation between the father and son.

It seemed that the two had reached some kind of uncommon consensus.

……

In the afternoon, Xiao Mo called in front of Xiao Yan to ask the cook and housekeeper to stop their vacation and come back to work, but Xiao Yan did not stop them.

At the dinner table in the evening, while still putting the best piece of meat from the belly of the fish into the boy's bowl, the man calmly said the first sentence between the father and son after the incident this morning: "You The thing about wanting to be a police officer, I will still oppose it to the end."

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, but didn't say much, he stared at the piece of fish in his bowl, almost as if he was going to burn a hole through the white piece of meat with his sight, paused for a while, he Only then did he raise his eyelids and glance at the man who was eating as usual, and after a dull hum, he stuffed the piece of fish together with the rice into his mouth indiscriminately.

After dinner, Xiao Mo asked the cook to clean up the table.

By the way, ask the housekeeper to pack things for Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned when he heard this, but rarely did he make any resistance.

Because before he uttered any objection, the black-haired man who had been sitting calmly on the side of the coffee table in the living room drinking fruit tea turned his head and said to him in the calm voice he was used to with a blank face: "I told you last time in the gym, if you touch me again, you will get out of Xiao's house."

"..."

Xiao Yan thought for a while, it seemed that there was such a thing, so he just let go of all his expressions, numbly watched the man in front of him slowly put down the steaming tea cup in his hand, squeezed a piece of dessert and put it Into his mouth: "However, since you are still young and ignorant, this time is just a lesson for you. Get out and reflect on yourself for a year, and go home after you learn how to respect your father and how to be a good son obediently."

Xiao Mo's words made the boy's eyes turn colder.

At this moment, those amber pupils seemed to be full of gloom and sarcasm, Xiao Yan hooked the corners of his lips, and tried his best to restrain himself from saying anything irreversible, only to hear his own mocking voice. : "What if I never learn?"

"That means you are very satisfied with this situation. As a father, my son's happiness is of course the first consideration...so I should live outside forever." Xiao Mo replied almost firmly, "Wait for you If you accidentally die outside one day, I'll go collect your body—don't worry, there's still a hole left for you in the Xiao family's ancestral grave."

Xiao Yan stopped talking.

He turned his head and transferred the nameless anger that was burning in his chest to the butler standing at the stairway, who seemed a little hesitant. His pretty brows frowned suddenly. He was so surly that he didn't expect it himself: "What are you looking at, didn't you hear what he said?"

The butler nodded repeatedly, and rushed up to the second floor with unprecedented agility.

However, after the butler's back disappeared around the corner of the second floor, Xiao Yan suddenly stood up without warning, and walked out the door without saying a word——

When he was about to walk to the door, he was stopped by the black-haired man who was sitting on the sofa as if he decided to feed himself to death with a pot of fruit tea and a plate of snacks.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Mo asked lazily.

"There's no need to pack your things," Xiao Yan paused, and said calmly while standing at the door, "I'm leaving now——as you said, to 'reflect'."

At the end of the sentence, the boy's voice sounded a bit sharp and sarcastic.

And Xiao Mo didn't stop him, he just sat on his seat in an even and stable manner, without even shaking his eyelids from the beginning to the end, as if his youngest son just wanted to take time out to go to school for a night As if studying for himself, the man glanced at the stiff figure of the young man standing at the door with his back turned to him, and said unhurriedly: "It's autumn, it's windy outside, add more clothes before leaving, be careful not to catch cold. "

The answer to Xiao Mo was the earth-shattering slamming sound of the door.

It was exactly the same as the voice he had heard so often over the years.

But visually, his ears will be clean for a long time to come.

Uh, that's great.