kiss Me

The boy's mouth was filled with the rich flavor of strawberry and white chocolate, which reminded Qin Shu of Valentine's Day, and of the box of chocolates that the child stuffed into his hands many years ago—at that time, Lin Wu's way of expressing his love was not the same. Later, he was so frank and extreme that his eyes were dodged when he saw him, like a sea covered with mist, filled with almost immature liking.

Now the mist clears away, immaturity and innocence are replaced by obsession, it seems that everything has changed, and it seems that nothing has changed.

He only knew that Lin Wu was gradually no longer that child.

For some reason, Lin Wu became very obedient in the second half of the kiss, like some soft and defenseless little animal, with the sweetness of white chocolate wrapped around her soft lips and tongue, which made Qin Shu regret the biscuit just now. The stick was pushed into the child's mouth, so that the taste he tasted now was also adulterated, not the pure sweetness unique to the other party.

It is still difficult for him to suppress the clamoring abuse, especially when he recalls the scene not long ago through the smell of biscuits, and remembers that the person he likes goes to take something from someone else's mouth in full view, and the action looks focused and familiar—— —The jealousy surged up uncontrollably, making him want to bite down even harder, so that the smell of blood or something else would permeate and replace the annoying aftertaste of the cookie stick.

But he still held back, and chose to treat the person in his arms in a gentle way that he understood, cut off his retreat, deprived him of his freedom, and hurt him gently.

In the past, he always thought that kissing was a boring thing, and the meaningless exchange of saliva has not changed much until now, but the other party is Lin Wu, and the meaningless behavior has been given some meaning—for example, During the kissing process, the child exposed some dependence and fragility that are rarely seen at ordinary times. That kind of fragility made him feel cute, and he began to have a strange desire to cherish or protect, instead of really breaking it completely.

These impulses were of the same origin as the dark desires in his heart - but in the end, love and aggression were also of the same origin.

Lin Wu was almost deprived of oxygen by his kiss, his breath was trembling, and he let out a wet and intermittent breath, calling his brother very softly, wrapping some hot fingers around him, caressing meaninglessly on the back of his hand Scratching, but reluctant to use force, scratching is more like flirting.

Qin Shu responded to him with a good temper, kissing the tip of his tongue like holding a piece of mint, and then grabbed his troublesome hand, taking off the cumbersome decorative rings from his fingers bit by bit, and then the rings on his wrists. Watches and sandalwood bead strings, the movements are meticulous but unquestionable, the sense of peeling off the foreign objects almost gave him the illusion that he was being taken off his clothes, and the place touched was hopelessly burned, like Qin Shu in his fingers Circles of invisible yokes were burned on the wrists, replacing those inorganic decorations.

When the earlobe was pinched for the second time, he trembled, vaguely aware of what his brother was going to do, but he didn't have the slightest thought of resisting - the cold fingertips slowly rubbed up his ear, like what The appeasement of the coming rain caused his already hot ears to burn.

It wasn't just the ears, he felt like he was spread out in Fuxia, everything was hot, and his physical reaction couldn't be hidden, so he could only rub Qin Shu's thigh indiscriminately, trying to get some relief—or redemption.

But Qin Shu turned a deaf ear to his hint, and just squeezed his earlobe lightly, and the next second the hard earring was forcibly pulled out, and the earplug fell into his collar, warm like a A cloudy teardrop that fell silently.

It hurt a little, but it was more of the absurd helplessness brought about by the withdrawal, which made him tremble a bit, and instinctively wanted to stick into Qin Shu's arms—so the lingering kiss moved from the lips to the earlobe On, suck and lick as if to appease.

"Brother, brother..." Qin Shu seemed to have given him the freedom to speak, but he couldn't say anything. What came out of his mouth was whimpering and begging for mercy intermittently.

This feeling is so strange, obviously nothing happened, Qin Shu just took off his decorations, and kissed his ears in a gentle and delicate way, which had nothing to do with Fengyue - but he held the corner of the other party's clothes and was caught by the young man The good smell of laundry detergent was completely wrapped up, and it still created an illusion, an illusion that they were having sex at the corner of an empty stairwell.

He thought inappropriately in the absurd delusion, as if there was some purpose in the first place...

——What are you doing?

Qin Shu finally let go of him when the draft passed by, and gently squeezed the back of his neck to help him relax—this person must have noticed other abnormalities in his physiology, but he still pretended not to notice, and took the string of dinglings as a clatter Putting the decoration back into his hand, he thought about it and started to put it on for him, from the watch to the bead string to the ring, and finally only the small gemstone earring remained in his palm, reflecting a little dark Light, like a dying star.

Lin Wu looked at the little thing that was covered by him, and asked softly, "Brother, did you find out a long time ago..."

His legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, so he sat down along the base of the wall, bent his knees to make a certain part less uncomfortable, rested his chin on his knees naturally, and raised his wet eyes to look at Qin Shu.

Qin Shu sat down beside him, took out a biscuit stick that they had neglected for a long time, and fed it to him like feeding a small animal. His voice was lower than usual, with a faint laziness: "What did you find?"

"I did it on purpose...to make you jealous." It felt a little awkward to speak with something in his mouth, and it seemed that the boy's drawn-out ending sounds like a spoiled child.

"It's not the first time." The voice-activated light was turned on by the voices of the two, allowing him to clearly see Qin Shu's eyebrows slightly raised, a little helpless, "but it's understandable, after all, it's a game."

Lin Wu bit the Pocky into pieces and swallowed it, feeling like he swallowed a sigh—he was still thinking too simply, the dark emotions shown by his brother were not revealing his true nature, not taking off his mask, but acting on the spot Usually put on another one to cater to his preferences in a gentler way.

That's right, his brother is not a robot, and his thinking is not black and white, so how can he be jealous when he is provoked by him as he imagined, and obediently show his inhuman nature so that he can prescribe the right medicine—not to mention that he In fact, I don't know how to prescribe the right medicine.

This cognition made him a little frustrated, as if he thought he had taken the script of the giver, but in the end he found that he was still treated as a mischievous child, and his brother was asking for everything from the beginning to the end.

But he looked at Qin Shu's dark eyes, and saw that those usually cold pupils warmed up like spring water, and the grievance brought about by that subtle frustration couldn't rise no matter what.

Thinking about it back in the adult world, Qin Shu put on a mask in front of him, perhaps not because he had reservations about him—but to protect him.

As for whether he needs such protection... This question is like someone asking him "Does Qin Shu need to be artificially unmasked and then compensated?"

"It's not all intentional." After a long silence, he still felt that he should prove his innocence, at least not let the other party think that he is a spoiled child on this issue, and then return to the strange circle of brothers and friends, "Brother, I'm really not that naive anymore."

Qin Shu gave an "um" and waited for his next words.

Desires were extinguished by frustration, and Lin Wu belatedly felt the coldness, so she moved to Qin Shu's side, and changed to the usual posture when she was a child, sitting on one of his legs - the knees were still kneeling. On the next step, he borrowed half of his strength so that he didn't have to reach out to hug his brother's neck, and he could talk "face to face" with a slight distance.

"Because... I'm not full of class today. I was taken by my senior to interview the teacher during my lunch break, and I have to come to a meeting at night, so I feel a little tired," he raised his hand to touch Qin Shu's cheek, and asked softly , "Brother, how about you, will you be tired?"

He didn't give Qin Shu a chance to deny it, and decided that the other party's claim that he was not tired was also a lie, and continued on his own: "I think you will, and you have to listen to the class and accompany me, so you must be more tired than me... But I can't see it at all, sometimes I feel like you are wearing a mask, so you always look like you won't be tired or angry."

"I want to take off your mask... That's what I thought at first."

Speaking of this, he himself felt that the logic was so absurd, like a scumbag who took off his clothes and didn't think about how to be responsible.

But Qin Shu's reaction was more serious than he had imagined, and he didn't seem to be concerned about whether he was responsible or not. He just frowned slightly and looked down at him quietly.

After a long time, the young man sighed silently, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and asked endlessly, "When did you find out?"

——I found out that not only is his way of being a lover invisible, but even his usual way of doing things is fake.

Lin Wu was startled, and realized that he had slipped the tongue, subconsciously argued: "It's just an analogy, it's not a real mask..."

The next words were stopped by Qin Shu's upraised index finger—the young man looked at him and said in a tone between helplessness and distress: "Xiao Wu, when you lie, you speak faster...a lot of times I don't think so much about you, and it's not a so-called mask, so you don't have to lie."

Lin Wu pursed his lips slightly, thinking that this was not a topic that should be kept secret, he lied purely out of a guilty conscience, and cleared his throat before telling the truth: "It was that day...you and that senior Lucie— Is it Lucie? When we broke up, I didn’t bring the keys that night, so I had to go to you, and I accidentally heard you quarreling... Well, in the yard, her voice was very loud, and I didn’t mean it of."

"It's called Licile." He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that Qin Shu was relieved, "What did you hear?"