filled

Meow woo woo.

"It's useless for you to complain to me."

Shi Fangman patted the little cat's head: "I can't get it open either, so stop playing, and be careful not to break your teeth."

The milk tea blinked its big round eyes obediently, but Shi Fangman found that it found another chain dragged on the ground while he was not paying attention, first tried to pick it up and then shook it off, and then found that he couldn't move it. Arching his back and fluffing his hair, threatening in a low voice, with a ferocious look, it really is the same on the surface, but the same behind the scenes.

Shi Fangman suddenly realized that Yan Zheng might actually be like this.

He is also the one who is cute and shy, and he is also the one who is paranoid and crazy.

Completely different, the two sides with their backs facing each other are both him.

In the evening, when Yan Zheng came back, he brought milk tea cat litter, food, and several new plush toys.

Shi Fangman sat on the carpet, unpacked and threw it to it, and the milk tea played around his feet, throwing one by one, and ran around happily.

Yan Zheng leaned on the table, and said sourly: "Brother really likes this little native cat."

Hearing this, the smile on Shi Fangman's face faded, he adjusted his glasses, but did not speak, but Milk Tea called Yan Zheng twice.

Yan Zheng walked over slowly, ignoring the milk tea who was staring at him vigilantly backing away, but sat down, wrapped his hands around Shi Fangman's shoulders, and pressed his furry head on him relyingly.

"Brother also accompany me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I just want to sit like this for a while."

Shi Fangman stopped answering the conversation, paused for a while, and then started throwing toys again. Milk tea jumped up and down in front of him, and if he accidentally stepped on the long legs of the two men, he would turn over. Continue to run excitedly after the jumping plush toys.

Yan Zheng hugged him tighter again.

His voice was very gentle: "How much does brother like me now?"

"Is there 60.00%?"

"What about fifty?"

He raised his neck and followed his square lips, kissing lightly.

Shi Fangman stretched out his hand and pushed, but he didn't push, but slowly closed his five fingers grasping his long black hair, and the palm of his hand was soft and slightly astringent hair.

Yan Zheng put the cat's nest under the counter in the bathroom, picked up the milk tea and threw it in, and closed a glass door.

Behind the frosted glass, an orange cat pounced on the door with its front paws. Its clean and innocent eyes rolled like glass balls, looking curiously at what was happening on the other side.

In its field of vision, it was the tall and handsome young man who pressed his master under him, and his body was intertwined. It pricked up its ears to distinguish which gasp and soft moan came from its own in the lingering voice lines. Owner.

He flapped the glass door suspiciously, stuck it on the wall and peeked out.

Look at the slender and beautiful muscle lines on his master's raised arm, look at his outstretched five fingers, each nail has a pink luster, look at his bent legs, struggling, rubbing, The bed and Yan Zheng's waist swayed up and down, and finally fell down helplessly.

Watch him being held down by Yan Zheng on the heels of his legs, and do not know what movements between his open legs, watch him trembling with Yan Zheng's swing, his eyes covered by sweat-drenched black hair, watch Yan Zheng sticking to the On his body, touching, kissing, from top to bottom, one after another.

Milk Tea barked impatiently, the thin cat meowing mixed with heavier and heavier panting, no one answered, its barking became more and more aggrieved.

"Milk Tea is angry!"

Yan Zheng licked the man's waist, and asked him maliciously: "Brother, do you think we should take care of it?"

The lower body was still pushing against each other quickly and deeply, the wet liquid produced light white bubbles, and the rich musk lingered between the connected lower body.

Shi Fangman bit his lip to resist the moan overflowing from his throat, his eyes were full of emotion, his face was flushed, and he didn't say a word.

"Then leave it alone and let it look good?"

The sharp teeth nibbled on the soft skin, his long eyelashes curled up into a smile, and Yan Zheng coquettishly softly.

"Anyway, brother likes me more, right?"

"Never mind it, hum, you can only look at me anyway, right?"

He turned the man over, put his palm on the well-defined chest, felt the beating heart under the thin layer of flesh, and gently wiped away the tears accumulated in the corners of the man's eyes.

Shi Fangman stared at him, seeing that elegant and soft face, seeing his satisfied smile, his heart beat slightly stagnant.

Turning his face away, his jaw was pinched again and he turned around.

The breath blended together, and even the touch of the tip of the tongue brought a shuddering electric current.

It is slightly sweet.

This kiss was different than expected, with an indescribable sweetness.

Pleasure accumulates to the top, like a sea of ​​clouds surging, being pulled up buoyantly, then falling down in an instant, the wind is lingering, and the air clouds are lingering.

At this moment, only skin-to-skin contact is real.

The climax gradually calmed down, but Yan Zheng still held him down and refused to get up, his sweaty body was sticking to one place naked, his slender fingers climbed up his temples, curled up the ends of his soft hair, and wrapped them between his knuckles.

"Brother, do you want to try the water bed?"

he asked suddenly.

Shi Fangman didn't know what the water bed meant, but it didn't prevent him from guessing what Yan Zheng should mean by saying this.

He held his lips and ignored it.

He propped up his arms and pushed away the heavy body that was pressing on him, Yan Zheng moved away gently, but his fingers were still entangled with a bunch of black hair and refused to let go.

The hair was pulling at the scalp, and Fang Man bent down again when the pain was so great that he stared at him.

Yan Zheng blinked, let go of his hands obediently, and even took the initiative to touch the glasses from the side for him to put on.

"I want to try it with my brother in the future..."

Shi Fangman dragged his sore body and pushed open the door. He barked for milk tea for a long time, his voice was hoarse and no one answered him, and he curled up sleepily in his nest.

Shi Fangman called its name in a low voice, but it turned around and didn't respond with its ears erect, it just pointed its round butt at the person, clearly still angry.

Shi Fangman had no choice but to add water to its empty water bowl first.

Yan Zheng was still talking on his own, and walked in as he talked, without even glancing at the milk tea, he went to the bathtub to turn on the shower.

The water was rushing, and his voice could not be heard clearly.

"...I want to be with my brother..."

what to do?

Shi Fangman took a step forward, and lay down tiredly in the hot water with the sound of iron objects hitting the bathtub wall, closing his eyes.

Yan Zheng stuck to his side and lay down after him.

The large bathtub for two is therefore packed to the brim.

"...If it's not possible now, can we do it together in the future?"

He waited for a few seconds, did not wait for Fang Man's rejection when he came, and immediately posted over and kissed again.

"Then we made an agreement, brother will wear it for me to see in the future."

Shi Fangman just wanted to take a dip in the hot water, and didn't care whether that person wanted to be affectionate or lingering.

A hazy mist gathered on the lens, and once he closed his eyes, he slept soundly.

21:14:19

Mobius Ring

The days flew forward, from July to August, and when I woke up one morning, I found that the newspaper on the table had quietly turned to September.

From a certain day in September, Yan Zheng became visibly irritable. He had sex more and more frequently and must be done to the end. He sat motionless by his side, his dark eyes staring straight at Shi Fangman. body.

Until one evening, when Yan Zheng came back, he brought back a small and delicate wooden box.

After opening it, a pair of similar rings were placed on the black velvet surface. Shi Fangman's heart beat fast and he couldn't look away.

Platinum material, retro black oil to make the old style, the edge is frosted to look like a gear, a section of frosting and a section of pure and bright small diamonds are intertwined with each other, and there is only one surface and one boundary when you look closely. It is a classic Mobiu in topology. ring structure.

The Mobius ring is the romance of science students, it goes back and forth, eternal and infinite.

If you are willing to walk down its surface, you will never stop. Whether it is encounter or wrong body, it is an infinite cycle, and he will definitely come back to you.

This is a pair of rings, the two Möbius rings are mirror images of each other, the gears are perfectly connected, and the diamonds shine brightly.

Yan Zheng held Shi Fangman's wrist, and twisted a ring from the box with the other hand. His white fingertips gestured back and forth on Shi Fangman's stiff back, with strange and unfamiliar movements.

Shi Fangman's back was straight, his mouth was dry, and he tried to pull out his hand with force, but Yan Zheng grabbed it again, and it hurt so much.

"Brother...you...do you want to wear it?"

The young man looked up at him, it was common to see red clouds on his cheeks, but what was rare was that he also stuttered when he spoke.

"I don't want anything else on bro, but...but...my...um...the ring...is still different..."

He stopped abruptly, his eyes were complicated, and the tips of his fingers holding the ring turned white.

Shi Fang couldn't understand his weird possessiveness, he didn't care about Yan Zheng's things, he just waited stiffly.

Why don't you simply shake off Yan Zheng's hand at this time, and tell him bluntly that I don't need it?

In the depths of the fundus hidden under the thick lenses, is there still a trace of expectation?

Shi Fangman dared not ask himself.

In the end, Yan Zheng still carefully picked up the ring, put it on the ring finger of the man's left hand, hung his furry head, and his long hair fell on the palm of his hand.

The slightly cool and moist lips gently kissed the face of the ring.

The posture is as devout as a pilgrim.

"Brother is mine."

The eyes are clear, and the dark eyes are only looking at one person.

The unique soft texture of velvet rubbed Shi Fangman's palm, the young man held up the ring box, raised his head and asked him obediently.

"Of course, I'm yours too."

"So, can you take it for me too?"

he keeps his head up