desensitization therapy

The two shadows on the wall overlapped more than half, Fang Zhilian tried his best to raise his face to respond to this fierce and painful kiss.Pain woke him up, Song Feijue made him sink, half sea water half flame, his breathing was messed up, but the tip of his tongue was soft and hot.

The contents of the box were scattered all over the floor, turning up an invisible thin layer of ash in the turbulent air.

Song Feijue glanced at the sex/toys scattered on the ground with [-]% of his spare time, and then turned his gaze back to Fang Zhilian's eyes that were sunk in emotion, and his tightly clenched fingers loosened a little.

"I feel like you'll like it," Fang Zhilian refused to let him go, turned his head, and kissed the corner of Song Feijue's mouth to please him, "Do you like it?"

Song Feijue didn't speak, he always liked to let Fang Zhilian guess.But this time Fang Zhilian blinked and smiled, knowing that he had guessed right, and let the shackles be easily put on his wrists.

Then came the eyes. Fang Zhilian's hands were tightly bound, and the eyepatch blocked his sight.He could feel Song Feijue branding a kiss on his wrist, and the corners of his lips brushed against the pulse and scar on his wrist, vaguely and wildly.

scar?Fang Zhilian didn't have time to remember what was wrong, and fell into a new vortex.

Song Feijue's fingers rested on his raised neck, and the just-right suffocation swept over Fang Zhilian's whole body.He has sunk into a swamp of dizziness, the soft pillow and the creaking bed boards are the fuel, and the desire has turned into a hot involuntary emotion and a beating heart, and he only feels that he is involuntarily opening and becoming soft.

"Does it hurt?" Fang Zhilian heard Song Feijue still asking him in that gentle tone.

It seems that the person who occupies the absolute high profile and makes Fang Zhilian shattered and confused is not him at all.

He knew that Song Feijue was dangerous methamphetamine.

Fang Zhilian sucked Song Feijue's fingertips and ate clumsily, like a puppy with its sharp teeth, prostrate and reverently kissed his knuckles, with a vague voice: "I still don't seem to like pain."

Song Feijue's leaning forward body became tense, he looked at the black ribbon covering Fang Zhilian's eyes, and pressed his fingertips even further in, and couldn't reach his eyebrows with a smile: "Regret again?"

too deep.Fang Zhilian resisted the conditioned reflex of wanting to retch, body fluid flowed down the corner of his biting red mouth, he was very embarrassed.

He shook his head, but didn't rush to explain.It was pitch black, and the wet eyelashes were knotted, but he held Song Feijue's face so easily.His fingers carelessly touched the pair of beautiful eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and then fell to the thin lips.

"But I like that you make me hurt."

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The rain fell tirelessly in the middle of the night, Song Feijue raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp, and hugged him with his arms behind him.

Fang Zhilian was still awake, hugging him eagerly like a puppy, his hair curled up by the pillow.

The sheets were wet and in a mess, and there were even a few pieces of clothing piled up at the end of the bed, and it was hard to tell who belonged to them.No one cares about this, they are shoulder to shoulder, quenching their thirst and keeping warm in the same cool rainy night.

"It's like a dream." Fang Zhilian said.

His heart seemed to be slowly sprouting and expanding, and it was about to squeeze out from the gap in his ribs, growing uncontrollably.

The process is slow, peaceful, a painless, yet addictive fascination.

"It's not a dream." Song Feijue paused and told him, "Go to sleep."

Fang Zhilian said yes, he closed his eyes obediently, and gradually calmed down his breathing like every time before.

Song Feijue's room had a faint plant fragrance, which was very strange. Fang Zhilian spent a long time thinking about where this fragrance came from, but he couldn't imagine a concrete explanation.

So Fang Zhilian opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Song Feijue's thin back.He sat up, careful not to make any sound.

Failed again.He looked at Song Feijue's quiet side face and thought about it.

But it was also because of this that he was finally able to take a good look at the room where he could clearly see the bottom at a glance.

This room doesn't even count as a corner of Song Feijue's life in the first eight years, but Fang Zhilian still wants to know, even if it's just the least important piece of the puzzle, he cherishes it extremely.

Blindfolded just now, Fang Zhilian couldn't see anything. He carefully walked around to the end of the bed and got out of bed, looking from the place where he just entered the door.

They leaned against that wall and kissed.Then, there was a low wooden coffee table with a kettle and some sundries on it. He was almost accidentally knocked on his calf just now, and he was probably still bruised.Further forward was the bed, which was small but gave him a complete sense of security.

Desire and pain are linked, desire and love are linked, so pain and love are also linked.

Love is the pain left in the memory of the body, the sore knee, the red wrist, and the separated legs.

Fang Zhilian held his breath and slowly squatted down beside the bed.He looked at Song Feijue's untwitching eyelashes, and wanted to stretch out his fingers, but he retracted them in the end.

He thought, but love is never equal to pain, love is only equal to the pain given to him by the person in front of him.

Song Feijue kept his eyes closed and slept deeply.Fang Zhilian was afraid of waking him up, so he was about to go back from the end of the bed, when he looked away, he suddenly saw a pot of green radishes on the refrigerator.

The pot of green radish was wilting, and the back of the leaves was also a little yellowed.

Fang Zhilian fiddled with the leaves with his fingers, thinking in his heart that he would look up the cultivation method of the green radish tomorrow when it was cleared.

He didn't notice that Song Feijue had opened his eyes and was watching his back calmly.

Fang Zhilian didn't close his eyes all night. Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Song Feijue, who was sleeping next to him, got up. He pretended that he had just been woken up from a light sleep, and rubbed his cheek against Song Feijue's cheek. arm.

"Where to go?"

"Buy breakfast."

"Don't eat," Fang Zhilian pestered him, "Lie down for a while."

Song Feijue didn't say yes or no, pinched Fang Zhilian's nose to prevent him from breathing, Fang Zhilian leaned back with a smile, and kissed him first regardless of whether he had room to breathe.

They did it again on messy sheets and messy clothes.Fang Zhilian swallowed what was sprayed in his mouth, and tightened his arms even more tightly to hug Song Feijue.The body can only feel his body temperature and heartbeat, and there is only his taste in his mouth.

After finishing this time, Fang Zhilian felt really tired. It was the first time in a long time that he didn't use the medicine, so he fell into a heavy sleep.

He said he fell asleep, but in fact it was only over an hour.When Fang Zhilian woke up again, it was already daylight. He lay on the warm bed for a while, got up and went to the bathroom.

Song Feijue hasn't come back yet.The changed sheets were crumpled and thrown in the washing machine.Fang Zhilian added laundry detergent into it, and then pressed the switch button.

It took him a while to find where the switch for the water heater was, and then he went in and took a shower.When he was about to finish washing and brushing his hair, he heard the phone ringing outside, and he slowly remembered that it should be the routine alarm clock every morning.

Fang Zhilian yelled to Siri to turn off the alarm clock through the door, but the distance was too far, and the noise of the alarm clock continued.

He called Siri twice more, feeling that he was more disturbing than the alarm clock, so he simply gave up, brushed his dripping hair carelessly, and was about to go outside.

The alarm clock sounded from far to near, but it fell silent the moment the door was opened.

Song Feijue's towel was still on Fang Zhilian's head, Fang Zhilian stared blankly at Song Feijue stretching out a hand, and the cell phone lay quietly in the other's palm.

"I'm your Siri, right?" Song Feijue said.

He was still carrying two plastic bags, which were probably breakfast.

Fang Zhilian took the phone over, brushed his hair carelessly twice, and followed Song Feijue out.

Breakfast was preserved egg porridge with lean meat and green vegetable buns. They ate face to face around the low wooden coffee table.

Fang Zhilian didn't have much appetite, but he still ate as much as he could. His legs were still sore, and it was terrible to be coiled like this.

Song Feijue seemed to notice it, and gave him a cushion from the closet.

Fang Zhilian finally felt more comfortable. He sat on the cushion and sipped the porridge, his expression was a little dazed, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be just in a daze.

"Did you sleep well yesterday?" Song Feijue asked him.

Fang Zhilian was still in a daze, and nodded slowly: "Very good."

Song Feijue stopped talking. Wen Peitang taught him not to eat or sleep since he was a child, but Fang Zhilian's family didn't have such a rule. He turned on his phone and ate slowly while watching the morning news.

After breakfast, Song Feijue simply packed up the lunch box and was about to take out the trash when Fang Zhilian suddenly called him to stop.

What was asked was a somewhat inexplicable question.

"Do you still want to go abroad?"

He seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and his expression was still a little uneasy, as if he was considering what to say next.

Song Feijue glanced at him, expressionless: "I don't want to."

Fang Zhilian let out an "ah" and was a little anxious: "Why?"

Song Feijue hung the plastic bag on the doorknob, stretched out both hands and rubbed Fang Zhilian's face vigorously.He didn't show mercy at all, Fang Zhilian let out a hiss, as if it really hurt.

"No why."

He finally pinched Fang Zhilian's earlobe hard, his eyes were lazy, before Fang Zhilian could react, he turned and went downstairs.

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