My little dad, you can't afford to mess with me

"You're so drunk," San Lang buried his head and kissed his neck, "Even your screams are different from before."

"Do you care about these?" He murmured sullenly, "When doing this kind of thing, do you like, pay attention to? Appearance, expression, voice?"

"I don't care if you look like this," Shen Lang sighed softly, "You make me confused."

Shang Yuxian lay on his back on the broad boss's desk, his hands were tied and held high above his head, and he whispered, "Untie me."

The knot is so tight that it is impossible to untie it.

As the night darkened, a young man with long legs and a long body stood under the floor-to-ceiling windows, a ray of moonlight poured in from the blackout curtains, and through this light, the other person's face could be seen slightly clearly.

Earlier, San Lang planned to turn on a wall lamp, but was stopped by Shang Yuxian, who didn't know if it was because of shyness or something, or because he shed tears in front of the young man.

San Lang leaned over him for a while, raised his legs, hooked his waist, groped in the desk drawer, found a pair of office scissors, and gestured to cut off the tie on his wrist.

Shang Yuxian hid, "Don't, don't cut it."

Shen Lang paused: "You won't let me wear it to work, will you?"

"Don't cut it in two," Shang Yuxian whispered, "just cut off the dead knot."

After thinking about it for a while, Shen Lang probably understood what he meant. Did he mean that he didn't want to make a clean break?

After the knot was cut off, the tie tied around his wrist fell on the table, and there were faint red marks where it was bound.Shen Lang's attention was elsewhere, and before he could react, Shang Yuxian just got out of the bondage, and suddenly climbed up to him with both hands, and kissed him overwhelmingly.

Once it just ended, there was a mess on the table, San Lang didn't want to make him so crazy, but he didn't seem to listen, and the smell of alcohol in his breath became more and more intense.Shen Lang couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to hug him tightly, while responding to his lover's overtures, while comforting him with soft words, trying to suppress his indifference.

To be honest, this is the first time that an older lover clings to him and hints "not enough", instead of saying "don't make trouble" with the back of his head, this is really nothing for TOP to be proud of.

"Who said it can't be done?" San Lang couldn't breathe freely after being kissed by him, and he couldn't stand still. He held him there and didn't let him move around. Looking at the time, according to the usual, it's been long enough .

The lover is not a weak type. When San Lang does not use strong force on him, the strength is actually equal. The young man is kissed by him and pushed back and forth. Shang Yuxian rushes forward, trying to cling to him. You can only hug him down.

"Why is it so cold on your body, where are your slippers?"

"Don't worry about it," Shang Yuxian said in a low voice, holding his shoulders and neck, barefoot, being carried a little off the ground by him, encircling his legs, and stepping on his instep with his toes, "Go to the bedroom."

He said to go to the bedroom, not to the bathroom, this is also the first time.

San Lang remembered that his colleagues in the sales department said his wife was "like a wolf and a tiger", and he acted vigorously while lamenting "It's so hard to be a man", throwing dog food wildly in front of the dogs. .

Today, I also let the young master experience this kind of nightlife of self-produced dog food, of course we can't dampen the interest of the big baby.

San Lang bit Shang Yuxian's lips, chuckled lightly: "As you wish." He picked him up by the waist, and walked to the bedroom.

The presidential suite on the 66th floor was dark. Shen Lang knocked open the bedroom door. There was still some distance from the bed. Before he could let go of his lover in his arms, he felt Shang Yuxian struggle, his feet were not stable, and somehow he fell to the ground. Stumbling forward, both of them fell on the bed.

In the weightlessness, he subconsciously protected the person in his arms, turned around, and Shen Lang got on the bottom.

Accidentally lost the initiative and let the opponent dominate.

Shang Yuxian narrowed his eyes, straightened up slowly, lowered his eyes in the posture of a king, the corners of his slender eyes were red, and stared at the young lover below him with a half-smile.

When did Mr. Shang, who has always had soft eyes, have such an expression?

Obviously drunk, damn it, the evil spirit is crazy.

Like a crawling big white cat, it slowly bent down, leaning against San Lang's body, kissing him once and for all, biting down from his heart, "San Lang... what do you feel..."

"Fuck," Shen Lang felt weak all over and couldn't support himself, "I feel as if I'm going to explode."

Through the faint light of the night light, Shang Yuxian's face was flushed, and he stared down at him, feeling the fingertips on his waist clenched subconsciously, and the two groaned together in the middle of the night.

San Lang has never shown weakness in this regard, even if he is at the bottom, even if the older lover controls the fun.

Let him do whatever he wants, let him be a mess.

Anyway, in the end, it will always be the young man turning over and ending up, soothing him like cleaning the battlefield, loving him, being patient, pampering, and tolerant.

This makes the middle-aged man feel safe.

Love it so much.

Shang Yuxian is seldom on the top, firstly, his physical strength is not good when he is old, and secondly, it is too shameful.

But this is the posture that San Lang likes.

Because it can capture every expression of the lover, when the lover is satisfied, the line of the lover's body leaning back in the moonlight is extremely beautiful.

In the past, even if Shang Yuxian was allowed to be on top, it would not exceed 10 minutes.Soon, he would be sweating slightly, trembling slightly, unable to find his way out, he would bury his face in San Lang's neck, begging him in a low voice, panting for relief, and whimpering softly.His voice was very sexy, restrained and reserved, so feathery and seductive, until the young man rolled over and let his restrained voice scream out.

Today is different.

I don't know how long it took, but he kept moving, but even faster and heavier. Using this posture that he found embarrassing, his face became more and more flushed, with one hand behind his back, his beautiful body and neck fell backwards, Lang had to support him with his palm.

Shang Yuxian is too crazy, the picture in front of him is full of his love for him, the young man feels that he is going to die soon.

Suddenly, Shang Yuxian's eyes turned red, he leaned over, panted close to him, and strangled his neck with both hands!

Can Lang was caught off guard and almost suffocated: "?????"

His lover was drunk, his hands were not weak, coupled with the inertia of bending over, San Lang thought he would be choked to death.

"Cough, baby cough..."

San Lang raised his arms, grabbed the hands strangled around his neck, and was reluctant to use force, for fear of hurting him, trying to stop him in suffocation, when he suddenly heard him whispering in his ears——

The voice was extremely soft, but Shen Lang could still hear it clearly.

He asked: "You used to be with him..."

Shen Lang was stunned: "What?"

Shang Yuxian: "You and him did the same thing?"

Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat: "..."

Didn't expect him to ask such a question.

"answer me."

"Are you willing to listen?"

"Well, I want to know."

"...No, I don't want to say it."

Even if he didn't answer, Shang Yuxian would never really strangle him to death.Shen Lang refused, watching his face, he didn't know what to do for a moment, felt his lover moving slowly, even his voice seemed to be inducing, Shang Yuxian was still asking:

"At that time, did you do this every night?"

San Lang: "..."

The two stood silently for a while.

"No, no," San Lang gave in first, "It's completely different from what you imagined," he said, raising his arms to hug him tightly, "If I tell you that there is no sex life at all, I will be deceiving you... baby Son, this is a painful subject, why bother?"

"I want to hear it." Shang Yuxian was trembling all over.

It's a lie to say that you don't care, how can you not care.

Just like when Shen Lang once asked him "do you still want to do this with women".

San Lang lifted the quilt to wrap him tightly, let him lean on his chest, and said softly: "In the beginning, we were too young and had a crazy fight, but it gradually faded away, and we chatted less. After seven years, he thought I was long-winded. , I feel that life is boring, who likes a hot face and a cold ass, and I don't like to be teased... And then... You know, you showed up at this time."

Shang Yuxian's body shrinks between his arms, which is obviously a manifestation of uneasiness and helplessness, "It is said that men can separate emotion from body, do you have even a moment... think that he is more suitable, No, he's better than...better than me?"

San Lang hugged him tightly: "My feelings are inseparable from my body."

"Really?"

"real."

"About how long have you been doing it..." Can't ask, Shang Yuxian was at a loss for words for a while, he knew very well that he started messing around when he was drunk, asking this kind of question is a taboo between couples, and people have learned it in middle age Make trouble out of no reason.

It is said that the more your lover loves you, the younger you will live.

Isn't it because of his love?

Shang Yuxian let go of his hand: "I mean...you treat him like this...passionate...want?"

Shen Lang laughed, and there was a trace of self-mockery in his eyes: "About two or three years ago, I drifted away from him. I don't know where he went or who he was with. There are some scandals on the Internet, and I don't bother to ask about it." …I don’t know if it’s because of my mental cleanliness, but in the past two years, as long as I don’t wear a condom, I can’t get hard when I go in. For a while, I thought I was impotent, but he never noticed it.”

Shang Yuxian was stunned, remembering how many times he had no choice but to be messed up by the youth: "You are not like this..."

"Of course, it's not a physical problem," San Lang said lightly, and suddenly hit him with great force, "It's all because of you that I became like this."

"We hit it off?"

"What do you think?" San Lang said, "You know, when was the first time I had feelings for you?"

"When?"

"In the snow, I officially broke up with him that day. I was drunk. I didn't expect you to pick me up. At first I thought it was him, but then I recognized you, but I still reacted. At that moment, I Aware of something bad."

"bad thing?"

"It's just a premonition, I feel that I'm such a scumbag, that I acted like this to an uncle just after we broke up."

Shang Yuxian: "...you recognize me?"

San Lang: "I even kissed you."

"Are you pretending to be drunk?"

"I'm really drunk, but I still want to kiss you," San Lang said, "I have to continue to get drunk politely, but I dare not continue to kiss you."

Shang Yuxian: "..."

He remembered that late at night, when the two were lying in the snow, the young man kissed him lightly.

"At first, I was really afraid that I couldn't do it." Shen Lang whispered.

"Nonsense, young."

"It has nothing to do with being young, thanks to being drunk, I got you."

After Shen Lang finished speaking, he suddenly supported his body.Shang Yuxian was sweating profusely and scorchingly hot. He pressed his shoulders tightly, and heard the young man say in a young voice: "I want you, and I finally got you."

"It's all about you," he said.

He said, "Only you."

It was originally a heart-wrenching topic, but Shang Yuxian knew very well in his heart that when he kept struggling with this question in his heart and asked it without any tact, he was ready - he felt that the young man might be angry with him , maybe the answer will make him sad, of course, even so, he will not show it.

Before meeting young people, he was cautious and rigid, but now he knows how to "act" maturely and reservedly, understands "competing for favor" solemnly, and understands "willfulness" with reason, not for any reason, just because the loved one has nothing to fear.

It is relying on being deeply loved by young people.

He is indeed old, but a man is a man after all, and the overlord is always the overlord. No matter how calm and confident he is, no matter how calm he is, he is still no match for his emotionally competitive mentality——

Regardless of social status or economic ability, in the past, even if Shang Yuxian didn't compare himself, he was used to being compared behind his back; now, because he loves the young man, understands him, knows his charm, and his advantages, so he really I really want to know if I am the best one in his mind, whether it is outside, at home, or in bed.

Although he is inferior to San Lang's ex-boyfriend in age, he has an advantage in other things, besides that, it is "sex".

Shen Lang's answer already made him feel satisfied, and this sense of satisfaction was directly implemented in his body, sobbing intermittently from his throat, like acting like a baby, like begging for mercy, making Shen Lang uncontrollable.

After an unknown amount of time, Shang Yuxian didn't even have the strength to beg for mercy, nor could he push away the hands holding his waist, his whole body was burning.

San Lang rolled over and completely covered him in his arms, "Am I attractive? The me I am now is completely your masterpiece." After speaking, he hugged him and let out a muffled grunt.

"Why am I not?" Shang Yuxian whimpered, losing his mind under the young man's incomparably gentle love.

……