The actor with the actor

"I've never seen you smoking," Cheng Yue raised his chin, "Song Qianyi has seen it."

"Do you want to see it?" Shen Jing looked up at him.

"Well, I want to see everything I've never seen before." Cheng Yue nodded.

"But I don't have any cigarettes with me, next time." Shen Jing compensated him with a kiss.

"I have it." Cheng Yue took out a pack of Soft Cloud from his pocket, "What did you smoke before?"

"Yellow Crane Tower," Shen Jing laughed, and opened the cigarette case smoothly, "Did you just buy it at the supermarket?"

"I saw it when I was paying, so I just bought it," Cheng Yue said.

"Where's the lighter?" Shen Jing spread out his palms.

Cheng Yue had never smoked before, and he didn't even think about it when he bought cigarettes. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, I forgot."

"Do you have any matches at home?" Shen Jing asked.

"What year is it, who still has matches?" Cheng Yue had a flash of inspiration, and turned his head to point at the gas stove, "You can use this point!"

Shen Jing took out a cigarette, and Cheng Yue lit it up first, and moved the cigarette closer.

"It's impossible to light such a point, you have to smoke while lighting." Shen Jing took back the cigarette and turned to look at him, "Have you never smoked before? Protect your throat?"

"Ah, when I was in elementary school, I was curious to see my dad smoking, and when I learned to smoke, I was beaten by my mother, but that was a long time ago," Cheng Yue said eagerly, "You smoke one and I'll see. "

Shen Jing grabbed her bangs and lowered her head, took a puff on the flames, squinted her eyes when she got up, held the cigarette butt between her fingers, and exhaled a wisp of white mist.

Seeing Cheng Yue staring at him blankly, he secretly felt it was funny, squinted his eyes and took a sharp breath, grinned a thin lip, and blew a little harder, all the smoke fell on Cheng Yue's face.

Cheng Yue closed his eyes unpreparedly, and smelled a familiar smell of tobacco. This smell often appeared at home, because his father and Cheng Hang almost always smoked. He didn't like this smell since he was a child, and it choked his throat , Later, because of practicing singing, he never touched cigarettes.

But the strange thing is, not only does he not hate the smell of tobacco exhaled from Shen Jing's mouth, but he even thinks it smells good.

Shen Jing suddenly opened her mouth and smiled, "Is it good-looking? Do you want my brother to perform a spitting circle for you?"

Cheng Yue looked at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

Shen Jing lowered his eyes and took a sip, and a faint smell of tobacco gradually permeated.

Cheng Yue found that when he smoked, he always frowned habitually and half-closed his eyes. He had an indescribable sense of beauty, and he looked good anyway.

He seemed to have seen the other side hidden under Shen Jing's docile and well-behaved appearance, the rebellious, perverted, and unruly appearance in his youth, which he had never seen before.

If it was said that he just wanted to push people down lightly before, then at this moment he almost wanted to lift him up and overturn him on the bed for a meal.

Shen Jing raised his chin slightly, and spit out a white circle. The circle moved forward little by little, and then gradually spread, becoming a big circle.

Cheng Yue looked at Shen Jing through the circle, and when the smoke was about to hit Cheng Yue's face, Shen Jing quickly closed his eyes and leaned over to kiss him, and the smoke disappeared without a sound.

Cheng Yue tasted a slightly bitter smell of tobacco.

"Let me take a puff too." Cheng Yue stretched out his hand and took the last bit of cigarette between Shen Jing's fingers, holding it in his hand.

Shen Jing supported the countertop with one hand, and laughed, "Why do I have the feeling of spoiling a child."

"I'm not a child, I'm a grown man." Cheng Yue imitated Shen Jing's appearance, took a deep breath, and a hot breath went straight to his throat, as if he had accidentally inhaled a large amount of exhaust gas, and his whole body was choked to death. Messy smoke sprayed out from the mouth and nose.

Shen Jing tilted his head up and couldn't help laughing, "It's like this for the first time smoking, do you still want to learn?"

"Well," Cheng Yue nodded firmly, and asked again, "Will you be addicted?"

"Smoking once in a while won't do it," Shen Jing pulled out another cigarette from the pack, "Do you or should I?"

"I'll do it myself." Cheng Yue lowered his head with a cigarette butt in one hand.

"You'll set your hair on fire like this." Shen Jing quickly touched his forehead, and pressed the front of the hair back.

Cheng Yue touched his nose, which was almost burned by the fire, and took a breath from a distance. He didn't choke again this time, but he felt a small scorching flame rushing from the nasal cavity all the way into the throat, making it dry and astringent Itching, I couldn't hold back and coughed up.

"How does it feel?" Shen Jing leaned over and kissed his lips.

"It's a bit astringent, and my throat is very dry." Cheng Yue rubbed his nose, and a puff of white smoke came out, "It's very choking."

Shen Jing stared at the cigarette in his hand, licked his lips unconsciously, and pointed to his lungs, "Swallow it like breathing, and then exhale it through the nose or mouth .”

Cheng Yue let out an "oh".

Shen Jing took the cigarette in Cheng Yue's hand and raised his eyebrows, "My brother will teach you."

Cheng Yue saw that he squinted his eyes and took a breath, and then pressed his wet lips to himself.

Cheng Yue habitually wrapped people in his arms, but he didn't know what Shen Jing was going to do, so he had to part his lips a little and let him be happy.

Close your eyes and breathe lightly.

Shen Jing squeezed his lips tightly, and exhaled the smoke from the slit into Cheng Yue's mouth bit by bit, taking a full mouthful.

Cheng Yue's Adam's apple rolled, and a puff of white smoke came out of his nose when he exhaled.

Shen Jing raised his hand and pinched his face, "You're a quick learner, do you want to teach you again?"

Cheng Yue laughed, held Shen Jing's right hand, and pressed the cigarette into the sink.

Shen Jing looked at him with some puzzlement, "You don't play anymore?"

"I'm afraid that if you continue to smoke, you will become addicted to smoking." Cheng Yue squinted his eyes, pressed his lips tightly, and said with a smile: "Do you know, the way you smoke..."

"Huh?" Shen Jing hooked the back of his neck habitually.

"It's not tidy." Cheng Yue leaned against the refrigerator behind him.

Shen Jing rubbed against him like a kitten, and Cheng Yue felt a small electric current rushing down from his chest.

"If you do this again, I will be hard." Cheng Yue rubbed the back of his head.

Shen Jing smiled, pecked lightly on his lips, and slid down to unbutton his trousers with ease, "If it's hard, it's not outside anyway, I will help you solve it .”

"Did you drink too much?" Cheng Yue looked at him in disbelief, his heart was beating a little violently, all jealousy and jealousy disappeared after this action, and his mind was full of excitement and anticipation .

Shen Jing licked his lips, perhaps because of the alcohol, he wanted to kiss Cheng Yue, stick close, and the desire to touch was much stronger than usual.

He leaned over excitedly and pushed Cheng Yue's lips apart.

Cheng Yue's heart beat suddenly, his upper body leaned back slightly, his hands eagerly reached into his clothes, rubbed the soft skin on his back, and then raised his hands, pushing the clothes to his chest.

Shen Jing raised his hand cooperatively, and Cheng Yue took off his clothes and threw them on the ground.

The back of Shen Jing leaning in front of the freezer felt cold for a moment, and he unconsciously leaned forward against Cheng Yue. With a force between his crotch, he pushed him against the tiled wall in the kitchen, "Do you want to play with me here?"

"You pick a place yourself." Cheng Yue slid one hand to his waist and skillfully unbuckled his belt.

Shen Jing didn't speak, she leaned forward and pushed the person towards the door.

Cheng Yue trusted Shen Jing very much, closed his eyes and stepped back recklessly, still fumbling with his hands to unbutton Shen Jing's trousers, until his calf bumped against something hard, he had to stop his feet.

Due to the effect of inertia, the whole person leaned back and sank into the soft sofa together with Shen Jing. The wound on his back felt tearing due to the momentary squeeze, and his brows knit into a ball unconsciously. , but the burning desire of the body overrides everything.

Shen Jing grabbed his shoulders and pressed down, flipped him over on the sofa, then raised his right leg and sat on Cheng Yue's lap, leaned down and kissed his lips while unbuttoning his shirt buttons.

The breathing of both of them gradually became heavy with the intimate movements.

Shen Jing's lips kept moving downstream, from the jaw to the neck, then to the collarbone, and then to the chest...

In the past, Cheng Yue took the initiative to tease him, but he had never taken the initiative before. When his lips were pressed against Cheng Yue's chest, he could clearly feel the frequency of his heart beating, which became more intense with his kisses, which made him suddenly feel The pleasure of successfully conquering the opponent.

Both nervous and excited, and looking forward to Cheng Yue's reaction.

Shen Jing stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it, Cheng Yue looked up at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

The air was filled with the sound of Shen Jing licking and kissing his skin. It was very pleasant to hear. When the warm breath swept over his skin, it was as if a fire was burning in his chest, which made him feel hot all over. In a hurry, the eyes were dizzy.

He looked down and saw the fluffy little head lying on his body, and swallowed involuntarily.

He also tried to touch Shen Jing's back. Although he couldn't fully see his movements from his perspective, he could feel his slightly sunken lower back and the raised shoulder blades due to the strong support of his elbows.

very sexy.

He can imagine the whole picture looking down without looking, because he is very familiar with every inch of skin and bones on Shen Jing's body.

Shen Jing kept kissing his lower abdomen, pulled off the zipper bit by bit with her left hand, and put her hand into his underwear to rub it gently twice.

"You're so proficient now," Cheng Yue couldn't help laughing, and looked down at him, "Are you trying to tell me with your posture?"

Shen Jing's cheeks were a little hot from what he said, she threw herself back on Cheng Yue's body, covered Cheng Yue's with her own mouth, entangled gently for a moment, raised her eyes and asked, "Do you really want it?"

"I respect you. If you don't want me, don't want it. It's okay." Cheng Yue smiled and kissed him.

"I..." Shen Jing bit her lip and hesitated for a long time, "Try it..."

Cheng Yue felt that he was simply too cute.

Shen Jing knelt between Cheng Yue's legs, faced the small hill in front of her, raised her head helplessly, and lamented, "Ah—how to do it!"

"Just..." Faced with such an embarrassing question, Cheng Yue was also helpless, and wanted to find some words that would not sound so offensive, "Lick...and... eat as much as you can."

But after he said it, he felt that Shen Jing would definitely not know how to do it, he didn't even know what he was talking about!

Shen Jing's whole face was flushed like a hot pepper, and she hooked a little bit of the edge of her underwear with her index finger and pulled it down, then breathed out, and leaned down in shame.

Shen Jing's movements were exceptionally gentle, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he seemed very nervous. Cheng Yue's heart beat violently, but his muscles were a little stiff, and he unconsciously held his breath.

He first felt the soft hair touch his skin, and then his body was hooked by the soft tip of his tongue, and his heart felt like a cat's paw scratching, itching so badly, he wished he could grab Shen Jing's hair and press it down hard .

But this kind of forced thing can't be done, his palms and back are sweating from excitement.

Shen Jing's palms were also sweating. He felt that he was a little bit hard to get off now, and wanted to continue doing something, but it was too embarrassing.

He frowned, opened his mouth slightly and licked it, only touching a little bit.

It's tasteless, but it's definitely not delicious. Who knows how Cheng Yue managed to taste the sweetness last time.

Seeing Brother Cheng keep growing in his palm, he finally changed to his palm to solve it.

Throwing his head back to Cheng Yue's chest, he apologized softly, "I'm sorry...I might..."

"I can't accept it, right?" Cheng Yue knew that he was embarrassed to speak, so he said it for him first, "It's okay, I don't mind, you are already great!"

"No," Shen Jing buried her head between his neck, rubbed it twice, and said weakly, "I think my mouth is not that big, and my throat is not deep..."

Cheng Yue couldn't help laughing suddenly, his chest heaved up and down, and even Shen Jing, who was lying on his body, trembled twice, and smiled with his mouth open.

At the same time, the movements of his hands also sped up a little. Hearing the soft hum that overflowed from Cheng Yue's throat, he felt satiated for a while. The excitement was mixed with pleasure, like waves of heat spreading all over his body.

The whole process was indescribably enjoyable.

Maybe it was because Shen Jing showed his favor for the first time, or maybe it was because he had a stomachache to vent, Shen Jing was later cleaned up by Cheng Yue until his waist became weak, and he bent his legs limply, lying on his back on Cheng Yue's bed. Panting on the lap.

His body was stripped down to the point where there was not even a panty left.

The blush on his face hadn't faded yet, a thin layer of sweat floated on his skin, and his heartbeat was also a little violent.

Cheng Yue sat on the sofa and gently rubbed his hair twice.

Shen Jing's hair is very soft, especially when he just took a shower, it feels like dog hair, and now the few strands on his forehead are stained with sweat and stick together.

Cheng Yue grabbed a handful of hair on his head, Shen Jing smiled and pushed his hand away, "What are you doing..."

"Like a big apple," Cheng Yue reached out to pull his hair again.

While the two were fighting, Shen Jing heard Cheng Yue's stomach growl, turned his head and laughed, "Are you hungry again?"

"Well, I haven't finished eating the noodles just now," Cheng Yue lowered his head and asked, "How about you?"

"A little bit," Shen Jing pursed her lips, turned her head and kissed Cheng Yue's thigh, then stood up abruptly, and put on her pants.

Cheng Yue reflexively clutched his trousers. His crotch looked dazed, and he plunged into the pillow two seconds later with the corner of his mouth curled up. He was so happy that he was about to pass out.

Although it was just kissing and licking, but rounding it up is just mouthing!

Ah!

"Why are you following here? Go and wipe the sofa clean." Shen Jing pursed her lips, bent down and picked up the sweater on the ground and put it back on her body.

"I wiped everything clean." Cheng Yue rested his chin on his neck.

Shen Jing turned her head and kissed him on the cheek, "I have something to discuss with you."

"Well, let's talk." Cheng Yue lowered his head and gnawed on his shoulder.

"Can we stop being jealous in the future?" Shen Jing said.

"Being jealous means that I care about you. It's like getting an erection when you kiss me. It's a physiological instinct. How can I control it?" Cheng Yue looked confident.

Shen Jing smiled helplessly, "Then I'm an actor now, when I'm filming, I will inevitably have some intimate scenes with other actors, what do you want me to do?"

Cheng Yue looked at him and sighed heavily.

He hadn't had time to think about this question, but now that Shen Jing mentioned it, he suddenly thought of the new costume drama that the company just received for Shen Jing two days ago.

If there is no accident, he is the number one male, even if there is no sex scene with the female lead, there will be an affectionate kiss scene.

"Borrow if you can, don't stick out your tongue if you can't borrow, you know!" Cheng Yue pinched his earlobe and ordered.

"That depends on the director's request." Shen Jing said with her head lowered.

Cheng Yue was aroused by the unsalty tone, holding his ears and forcing him to look at himself, "Are you looking forward to it? Huh?"

"No way," Shen Jing grinned uncontrollably, raised her hand and hugged his wrist, begging for mercy, "I'm just kidding you, I swear I won't stick out my tongue."

"What if it stretches?" Cheng Yue asked.

"The kind that stretches out and gives you one mouth at a time, and eats it in." Shen Jing said.