The Phantom of Jazz

Unconsciously touched a soft ball on his back, Qi Ling had been gently placed in his bedroom by Boyce, Qi Ling's eyes widened unconsciously, in the clear eyes was Boyce's handsome face, a stream of heat Gradually rushing to his throat, Qi Ling opened his lips and found that he could speak: "What are you doing?" Qi Ling's face, which had not completely faded away, gradually became blush.

Boyce's silver pupils in front of him (well, I don't know what color his pupils are) are so dark that they seem to absorb all of him. The window of the dormitory is not closed tightly. , the skin touched the icy air, and his stiff hands and feet struggled uneasily. The cold feeling on the seal made Qi Ling feel powerless, "Boys, you———" Boyce suppressed the palpitations in his heart moving, gently biting the boy's light-colored lips, the boy shrank back in horror, but Boyce grabbed the back of his head and pulled him fiercely, a clear breath rushed towards him, a faint smell of blood As the lips and tongue entwine and devour all the senses, Qi Ling's big and delicate eyes seem to be covered with water mist, and the dense water vapor makes Boyce, who is nostalgic between his lips and teeth, have a desire to smear the clean boy. His own blackness, the feeling of dragging him into hell.

(Don't complain that there is no foreplay, foreplay is too difficult to write, 1000 words are omitted here)

Trembling fingers brushed over every inch of the young man's skin, the exquisite silver pupils were stained with lustful color, the rapid breathing of the young man under him caused every inch of the skin under his fingers to rise and fall, sticky sweat shattered along the forehead The bangs left slowly and fell on the slightly reddish skin of the young man, with a moving light shining under the silver hair. The closed eyes of the young man slowly opened under Boyce's scorching gaze, and the black hair spread out. Dilated, the thick black in the pupils seemed to hold the entire empty night sky, the slender body squeezed between the boy's #legs, the silver shimmering arms raised the boy's slender waist #身，微微坐身，entering into the boy’s world, Qi Ling, who was entangled with him, struggled a few times and gave up. He quietly widened his eyes, watching Boyce’s every move. Shock#, the thin pink plated on his fair skin, and the boy's strong arms wrapped around Boyce's graceful neck.

The shimmering morning light covered the boy's sleeping face, Boyce leaned over slightly, stared greedily at the boy, his fingers wandered on the boy's smooth skin under the quilt, the cold fingers made the boy tremble, and then it seemed like Like a cute cat, Boyce curled up in Boyce's arms. Boyce smiled softly, his eyes narrowed into beautiful arcs, and he raised his long and slender fingers to gently touch the boy's cherry red lips, which had recovered their blood color. Lips, the thin lips are attached, and the seductive lips are pried open. The flexible tongue shuttles between the young man's lips and teeth. The suffocation makes the young man wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Boyce's enlarged handsome face. Qi Ling immediately realized what Bois was doing, and his face flushed red, "You—" Before he could speak, his lips were bitten gently again, and the tingling feeling spread through all senses, and then Opening his eyes once, he saw Boyce smiling brightly in front of him.

"Now I know why I provoke you?"

The boy looked at Boyce suspiciously.

Bois smiled and placed a kiss on Qi Ling's forehead: "I love you."

The boy under him was startled: "Why me?"

Boyce laughed even wider: "Because——I am willing."

The boy blinked his bright eyes, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his pupils were still full of confusion.

"Is this the reason?"

"Yes," flattening the boy's raised hair fondly: "You can't refute."

"You've decided?" Sol looked at Boyce in surprise.

"That's right, Fengjin Dao is no longer safe, and the silver priest may have discovered our plan. It is not good for us if Qi Ling stays in Fengyuan as the zero-degree prince." Boyce gently separated Qi Ling His bangs were wet with sweat, and his frozen eyes showed some reluctance.

Suo Er looked at the sleeping Qi Ling with complicated eyes: "You and him?"

"He's mine." Boyce emphasized his tone but didn't raise his head, continuing to stroke the boy's soft long hair.

"Ah."

No more, just like you and me, Qi Ling.

How long do I need to wait for you before I see you, look back at me and smile at me.

In this life, will your smile only bloom for them, is it the same, only they can make you turn around and look back.

And I'm just a clown behind the scenes.

I'm by your side, I'll do everything for you, you can't see it, let alone feel it.

Zero, what do you want me to do.

"Qi Ling." Suo Er stood quietly at the window in front of Qi Ling, the golden sunlight shone particularly brightly on his slender body.

"Huh, Sol?" The young man immediately jumped onto the window sill nimbly: "What's the matter?" Qi Ling cheered, standing on the windowsill felt much taller than Sol.

"I'll take you back." Sol's voice carried the smell of the stream flowing under the sun, slowly flowing into the soft place in the boy's heart.