mud buddha

In the end, Nibel wiped Benoit's body, who was so tired that he fell asleep.Angrily and funny, he helped Benoit put on his pajamas, and he didn't forget to wipe the bottom for him.When he wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, Benoit dazedly pulled his arm to prevent him from going.

"Okay, let go, I'm going to take a shower." He patted the back of Benoit's hand lightly.

Benoit was too tired to open his eyes: "I'll wash it for you."

"You don't want to see if you can get up." Nibel went to pinch his face again, and Benoit frowned, but he didn't dodge.

"Then wake up and wash."

"You made it all over the place, do you wash it after waking up?"

Looking at the large rosy traces on his body, Nibel felt the stickiness on his back and thighs, and his expression was very strange.He pinched Benoit's face, feeling puzzled, and pinched again.

After entering the bathroom, he sat on the sink and sighed while cleaning up the things behind him.It was only after looking in the mirror that he also had dense hickey marks on his back, and there was hardly a piece of complete skin on his chest.His body is like snow covered with red beans, red, red, white and white complement each other.

Because Benoit left too many things, he dug and dug for a long time without cleaning them thoroughly.Not long after, Benoit opened the door and came in.He tied up his hair with cloth strips, probably useless even with a comb, it was messy.

"I'll help you." He squinted his eyes, he was really tired, and kept yawning.

Nibel was led by him to yawn, and after thinking about the inconvenience of cleaning up by himself, he turned around and asked Benoit to help.Benoit poked his fingers in and stopped after a few movements.

"...you're hard," said Benoit.

Although Nibel turned his back to him, when Benoit's fingers came in, he still couldn't help imagining his delicate white fingers, even the knuckles were graceful and soft.After thinking about it, he saluted without disappointment.

"Don't worry about it, just clean it up quickly."

Benoit's fingers dug slowly again, as if after a century, he put his hand in front of Nibel and showed him the sticky liquid on his hand: "Okay."

"Okay, okay, take some water and show me what you're doing." Nibel gritted his teeth, shook his body twice, and came out again.He looked at Benoit's half-squinted eyes and his energetic face, and lamented that the 20-year-old's energy is just different.

"Me too..." Benoit watched Nibel stand out, speaking slowly due to sleepiness, but the meaning was very clear.

"You don't need anything." Nibel choked, "Your body will not be able to take it anymore, so wash your hands and go to sleep."

Benoit tilted his head: "Okay."

Seeing the back of the other party leaving obediently, Nibel let out a long sigh of relief.

When he went out again after taking a bath, Benoit was already asleep.Nibel was lying next to him, and he automatically leaned towards Nibel and hugged him.Nibel turned around and looked at Benoit's sleeping face.

The person on the opposite side had slender and curly eyelashes and a Greek-style nose. The sky was bright at this time, and he was backlit, like a statue of Apollo.Nibel had seen a play before where the main character fell in love with a sculpture of himself.If it is a sculpture like Benoit, I am afraid no one can refuse it.

It was already late at night when Benoit woke up, and Nibel hadn't woken up yet. He was in poor health and his sleep quality was always average, so even if he was tired, he wouldn't sleep for too long.

He opened his eyes and looked at Nibel, stretched out his hand and slid down the hickey marks on the side of his neck, counting the marks he left one by one.He deftly unbuttoned all Nibel's buttons, admiring the scenery on Nibel's chest.With the passage of time, those pink and rose-red traces have gradually faded, and some places have begun to bruise.After counting 43 on his chest but not behind his back, he poked Nibel's lips with his hand.

Nibel was also tired and still asleep.Benoit leaned over and kissed him, kissing him like a feather fell on him.

He feels that he is now the happiest person in the world.He had the urge to write something, but he couldn't pick up a single word from the vast sea of ​​words to properly describe the happiness that Nibel, who was sleeping peacefully in front of him, brought him.His head was hot, blood rushed to his face, and he felt a pang of breathlessness, experiencing the pleasure that extreme satisfaction brought him.He felt that he saw Nibel's heart beating through the warm flesh, like the most shocking music, which made him ecstatic.

Then, he saw Benoit's ribs rise and fall slightly, rising and falling with his breath, the small hole in his collarbone was like a carriage hood in the wind, sometimes bulging and sometimes deep.He slowly stripped Nibel's clothes off, and the light fragrance of soap exuded from Nibel's body made him immersed in infinite tenderness.

I am in love.he thinks.I love him, and he happens to love me.

Thinking of this, he smiled smugly again, like a king who has just ascended the throne and is full of vigor.Thinking right, how could he not love me?He had never loved anyone before, so he tried his best to love someone this time, even if this feeling could easily destroy every part of his body.

Nibel was lying naked in front of him, woke up by his noise, but only patted him in the air to signal him to be quiet, and then fell asleep again.

Benoit lowered his head to kiss him, sticking his tongue into his mouth.Nibel opened his mouth indulgently, like a spring bud, welcoming the rain with full expectation.

He licked the opponent's canine teeth, put his hand on the opponent's chest, and felt the slight beating under the chest and in the blood vessels.Nibel closed his eyes and was naked under him. As long as Benoit opened his arms, he didn't have to wait, and the other party behaved as if he wanted anything.All the joy, happiness, and joy in the world are like rivers, and he is the lake at the end.

The man's eyes, lips, mouthpiece of voice, frail neck, heaving chest, slender, strong waist, arms encircling him, hands holding him, slender legs, delicate anklebones, and gentleness Hot skin, in short, everything about this person belongs to him.

He thought of what Flaubert wrote: "There she is, beautiful and naked, with all the pleasure of evening, all the grace of love, and all the chastity of marriage."

The past disappeared, and the sense of satisfaction and belonging gripped his heart, making his anxiety go with the wind, and firmly nailing him to the man in front of him.He wished he could become a vine and wrap around Nibel forever.

At this moment, he stopped and hugged Nibel tightly.No sex, but pure, total, full, overflowing love.Nibel didn't even open his eyes, but he hugged Benoit back:

"Okay," he said vaguely, and patted Benoit's back: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep."

Benoit kissed his side face delicately, Nibel turned around and kissed him helplessly: "I still want to sleep for a while."

"Okay." He rubbed his face against Nibel: "But I think..."

"Wait until I wake up."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"If you talk again, I will pinch you."

So the room finally quieted down.

Benoit was actually a little hungry, but instead of moving, he got off Nibel and lay down next to him, snuggled up and falling asleep.

In the morning, the two of them wash up sticky, and Benoit hangs on Nibel:

"I'm so hungry... I can't stand."

Nibel glanced at him: "I'll have something good later."

"What to eat?"

"How do I know, I wake up a little later than you."

"Can you see clearly today?"

"is acceptable."

"Are you nearsighted, or do you need a pair of glasses?"

Nibel thought about it carefully: "It doesn't count."

Benoit leaned over to kiss him while talking, but was separated by Nibel. "Okay, let's go eat first."