pet dog

Fang Yiran went upstairs, opened the door, and the house was pitch black.Huh?no one?Fang Mo wouldn't wait for him at the door of the company, would he?Thinking of how he always sent him to work and then came to pick him up from get off work, with Fang Mo's stupidity, there was a possibility that he would still be waiting for him at the company gate.

Thinking of this episode, Fang Yiran rubbed his forehead with a headache, and took out his mobile phone while walking into the back room, planning to call him and ask him where he was, but of course he had to check if he was in the room first.

As soon as he turned on the light in the living room, Fang Yiran was startled by a big lump at his feet.

"Why are you sitting here?" But Fang Mo was sitting on the floor of the entrance with his knees hugged, on the mat that Xiao Ba used to use. Just now when he entered the door, he didn't notice that there was someone here.

Fang Mo looked up at Fang Yiran, but didn't speak.

Fang Yiran squatted down in front of him, stroked his hair like he did Xiao Ba, and then pressed his forehead, saying: "I'm late, unhappy? Sorry, I forgot that there is a celebration banquet today, and I couldn't Go home with you."

Fang Mo shook his head, saying no, that expression seemed to be silently condemning Fang Yiran for not keeping the promise, and it was pitiful to leave him alone at home.

"It's cold on the ground, get up." Fang Yiran rubbed his face, stood up, and took Fang Mo's hand to pull him up too. To be honest, he was a little dizzy after squatting for a long time, although he was not drunk yet. But also drank a little too much.

Fang Mo was pulled by Fang Yiran, but he refused to get up, just looked up at him.

Um?Really upset?In my impression, Fang Mo never said anything like this, as if he was angry with him.The puppy also had a temper, Fang Yiran smiled, and scratched the palm in his hand with his hand.

Unexpectedly, Fang Mo retracted his hand like lightning, glanced at Fang Yiran, buried his head in his knees again, and said something in a low voice.

Fang Yiran didn't expect that Fang Mo, who never knew what shyness was, would be embarrassed?This is embarrassing, right?I had no choice but to squat down in front of him again, reach out and pinch his chin, lift it up, and ask, "What did you say?"

Fang Mo suddenly hugged Fang Yiran in front of him, Fang Yiran was caught off guard and fell into his arms.Kissed his slightly parted lips, and then said word by word: "It's mine."

"What?" Fang Yiran didn't realize what he meant, although Fang Mo had always been very possessive of him.

"Here." Fang Mo stroked Fang Yiran's lips, and said, "I am alone, no one else is allowed to touch it!"

Only then did Fang Yiran understand that Fang Mo probably saw him and Zhou Yan kissing just now, and originally wanted to explain to him that it was just a goodbyekiss, not only that it was not ambiguous, but that it meant the end of a relationship. It has never been started, but everyone knows their signs.But, neither Zhou Yan nor himself will have any other thoughts about the other party in the future...

The words lingered in Fang Yiran's mouth, but he didn't explain it to him. Instead, he asked with great interest, "Why is it yours alone?"

Fang Mo's affection for himself is his liking for his master, which is natural. He always thought that his possessiveness was just because he didn't like others distracting him from his attention, but was it really just that?

Fang Yiran looked at the reflection of himself in the eyes in front of him, as if in his eyes, the whole world, and nothing else, Fang Mo's life revolved around him, and he was his only one.

Is this attachment just love for the master?Fang Yiran was very skeptical, if that was the case, why wouldn't he be happy to see himself getting close to others?He is hostile to Zhou Yan, hostile to Lu Ren, and dislikes everyone who gets close to him.

Fang Mo tilted his head thinking about Fang Yiran, why?Why did Fang Yiran and Zhou Yan kiss so disgustingly? He wanted to separate them. When the master kissed him, he liked it very much. He wanted to stay in the master's arms all the time, and wanted the master to only look at him.

Fang Mo didn't know why, but he knew that the place where he had kissed himself had kissed someone else, and he was so distressed that it was as uncomfortable as the last time the master drove him out, so he wanted to occupy it and not let others snatch it away, no matter what cost.

"I don't know..." After finishing speaking, he added stubbornly, "Anyway, it's mine!"

Fang Yiran just smiled in Fang Mo's arms like this. Such a profound question really made it difficult for him. It is impossible for him to say that it is because he likes himself... Seeing how serious he is, I can't help leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth He took a sip, and then whispered in his ear with a seductive voice: "If you want me to kiss you alone, you will have to pay a price."

"What?" Fang Mo's ears were itchy from Fang Yiran's heat, he shrunk his neck, was bitten and licked by Fang Yiran again, and couldn't help moaning softly, like a cat meowing, but his eyes were extremely serious, obviously thinking about this Can he afford the price?

Fang Yiran was really amused by his serious look, bit his ear, and whispered three words in his ear: "I want you."

Um?Fang Mo thought strangely, didn't he belong to the master in the first place?

Fang Yiran didn't care about what was going on in Fang Mo's strange head anymore, he pulled his clothes away with both hands honestly and poked inside, his slightly cool fingers touched Fang Mo's warm skin, causing Fang Mo to shudder. Shrunk, but he didn't dodge, not only let Fang Yiran's hand walk around him, but also hugged Fang Yiran tightly with his backhand.

Fang Yiran separated his knees and squeezed in. Fang Mo opened his legs and wrapped them around Fang Yiran's waist. He even raised his neck and waist so that he could lick his mouth between his neck and his waist. between raging hands.

"Hmm~" Fang Mo moaned comfortably, Fang Yiran's hands were no longer so cold covering his body, touching the skin, the delicate feel of his fingertips was very comfortable.

"Are you comfortable?" Fang Yiran's voice was different from the usual clear and clean voice. The deep and hoarse voice was slightly drunk after drinking, and it was infinitely alluring.

"En." Fang Mo nodded honestly, causing Fang Yiran to laugh again.

Supporting his waist with one hand, touched his chest with the other, lingering between the two fruits on his chest, sometimes fiddled with, sometimes pinched, sometimes rubbed the surrounding areola, until Fang Mo didn't know whether it was uncomfortable or refreshing Fang, who kept rubbing his body against the culprit, was no different.

"Master...Master..." Fang Mo trembled from Fang Yiran's tossing voice, the numb feeling on his chest made him very strange, but he didn't hate it.

This seductive address made Fang Yiran take a tight breath, chasing his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and said vaguely: "If you tempt me again, don't blame me for not remembering your first time."

Fang Mo didn't know if he heard Fang Yiran's words, and he didn't know if he understood if he heard it. Anyway, he continued to call his master without any sense of crisis, trying to provoke more teasing.

"Ah... um..." Fang Mo cried out in pain, but Fang Yiran lifted up his sweater and bit down on the nipple that had been kneaded long ago to be as hard as a stone.

"It hurts?" As he spoke, he licked the place where he had just been bitten with the tip of his tongue as if to comfort him, and fiddled with the nipple in his mouth.

Fang Mo's eyes had long been filled with water vapor, and he just looked at Fang Yiran with such hazy eyes, shaking his head and nodding again, and the fascinated look more and more seduced Fang Yiran's two spots on his chest. Tasting wantonly, biting, licking, and sucking made Fang Mo panting heavily, and there was not enough air.

Fang Yiran put his knee against Fang Mo's already swollen and erect desire, pressed it a little harder and circled it, finally let go of the red and swollen nipple that was bitten, leaned closer to his ear and asked: " Can we continue?"

What to continue?Maybe Fang Mo didn't know what Fang Yiran was going to do next, but he nodded subconsciously, trusting wholeheartedly in the man who dominated his body at the moment, the man who gave him pain and joy.

In fact, Fang Yiran also knew that Fang Mo might not know what he was asking him at all, but he nodded and agreed without hesitation, which undoubtedly greatly pleased Fang Yiran. He kissed his panting mouth like a reward, but Fang Mo Hounding for a deeper kiss, Fang Yiran deepened the kiss with a smile.

Without stopping, he lifted his waist, took off his belt, and stripped off his trousers together with his underwear, but without stripping to the end, just let it get stuck on Fang Mo's thigh, After it was finished, both hands stuck in without hesitation while Fang Mo was concentrating on kissing.

With one hand back, it slid down the buttocks, reaching towards the forbidden area, and with the other hand forward, it touched the heel of the leg and stretched out towards the heat.

"Uh...uh..." Fang Mo let out a gasp, his eyes widened, and he clamped Fang Yiran's waist tightly.

Fang Yiran chuckled, and flicked the heat of his men, causing Fang Mo to make a crying-like voice, with a heavy nasal sound.

Feeling the tightly closed chrysanthemum under the fingertips, thinking that he might not even touch it before, and that he would be the first person to visit, his heart was full of enthusiasm, and he took out the lubricant in his pocket, He touched his fingertips and probed his buttocks again.

Don't ask him why he carries this kind of thing with him, it's not when he and Zhou Yan both left early together, someone stuffed it into his pocket, probably in the eyes of others, the two of them must have gone out after drinking , Waiting for Fang Yiran to find this thing in his pocket in the car, he couldn't laugh or cry.

But what, it's really wrong, isn't this used?

The two of them just intertwined in the not-so-spacious hallway, panting and moaning unrepressedly, following the movements of Fang Yiran's hands wave after wave, the long night has just begun.