【Zhou Xiang】The Tropic

1.

The inside of the glass is covered with a thin layer of water vapor, which is the result of the combined action of the two people's body temperature and exhaled carbon dioxide.

Sun Xiang was submerged in wave after wave of desire.Every impact on the sensitive point will bring up a current without exception, which will go straight to the cerebral cortex from near the tailbone.His whole body was on fire, his brows were frowning, he didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure.

The sweaty skin rubs against the leather seat, creating a different kind of restlessness.The fear of being on the verge of death and the ensuing vitality alternated repeatedly, and he was so tortured that he almost couldn't help moaning.

In order to dispel this feeling, Sun Xiang was forced to raise his head and gasp for air.The suffering was given by Zhou Zekai, but he didn't have the slightest intention to blame it.

He admitted his mistakes and reviewed himself - he clearly knew that Zhou Zekai's sense of security was so weak, but he failed to reassure the other party.

In this small space, they silently do the sweetest thing in the world. The nervousness of being afraid of being discovered by passers-by is only as small as a fingernail, and more is endless pain and heart palpitations... transmitted from Zhou Zekai. of.Emotions were like a raging flood, sinking down, making him almost unable to breathe, and he could finally fully understand the out-of-control state that Zhou Zekai had experienced.

Sun Xiang wished Zhou Zekai could say a few more words, anything was fine, gentle or strict, anything was fine.But Zhou Zekai was extremely quiet.The only thing that can communicate his emotions is action——

His tenderness only stayed when he licked Sun Xiang's genitals and used his tongue to help him expand carefully.Later, once he bit his chest, he began to deliberately "torture" him.The two nipples were swollen and swollen from the grinding of the teeth, and when touched lightly, it would be painful and itchy like a small needle prick.At the stage of real swords and guns, Zhou Zekai became more and more cruel.Every time, he pushed in very slowly, which made people feel that he did it deliberately.But when he pulled away, he was surprisingly fast, without any nostalgia - this couldn't help but make Sun Xiang unbearable and collapsed.What's more, while repeatedly "teasing" him, this man also held his Adam's apple in his mouth, and gently swept the tip of his tongue in the concave arc between the Adam's apple and the collarbone, like Flutter it like a feather.Sun Xiang's scalp was numb, and the pleasure of being up and down made him almost go crazy.

He finally couldn't help it, lost face, panted intermittently and begged for mercy, said he was wrong, then suddenly became angry, scolded Zhou Zekai for being an idiot, scolded him for not trusting him, and soon softened his tone again, vowing that he would never do it next time Shut down, in short, in this state, logic is useless, reason is not necessary, Sun Xiang's mind is in chaos, he doesn't know what he is talking about, he just wants to ask Zhou Zekai to make fun of him.

Zhou Zekai listened to him talking upside down for a while, then suddenly blocked his lips, kissed him until he was dizzy from lack of oxygen, then slowly let go, cupped his face and watched quietly.

"You swear." His voice was low and hoarse.

"I... swear." At that moment, Sun Xiang's heart trembled, and he instinctively muttered in agreement.In fact, he didn't know what Zhou Zekai wanted to swear to himself.He just couldn't help speaking, otherwise he would hardly dare to look Zhou Zekai in the eyes.

The affection in those black eyes was too strong, too deep and too dangerous, he was immersed in it and couldn't get out.He was afraid that if he looked at each other for a few more seconds, he would burst into tears uncontrollably.

It was as if someone had rang a bell in his head.After the lingering sound faded away, he suddenly realized one thing——

The positioning was brought up on my own initiative, and the sense of security and confidence was given vigorously and proactively by myself.This is tantamount to handing the only rope to Zhou Zekai, and brazenly guaranteeing that he can feel him whenever he pulls it, but in the end, because of a very low-level negligence, he temporarily cut off the connection.He was ashamed and proud of everything because he beat the boss for Zhou Zekai heartily, and he couldn't tell whether he should give himself a thumbs up or a thumbs up.

He couldn't figure it out, but couldn't help analyzing it... This feeling of contradiction accumulated in his chest, accompanied by changes in posture, and finally turned into a tireless intimate union.It’s always those movements, insertion, extraction, drunken water sound, eager mutual comfort, imprinting the hot temperature of the palm on the other’s skin, engraving the pain that the nails and teeth can cause into the heart, it seems that the end of the world will always be like this It doesn't matter.

Zhou Zekai seemed to have red eyes again, but Sun Xiang didn't let Sun Xiang see the tears.He is very, very abnormal today.In the past, Zhou Zekai was never willing to bite Sun Xiang's shoulder. Even if he wanted to leave a hickey, he would suck it gently and carefully for a long time, but this time he was ruthless for the first time, and one tooth after another was embedded on his shoulder. In terms of texture, it seems that only in this way can Sun Xiang remember the burning anxiety, fear and short-term despair hidden deep in his heart.

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After the white light passed, Sun Xiang found himself lying on Zhou Zekai's body dripping with sweat, while Zhou Zekai was pressed by him on the seat, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were dark in color, and his lower abdomen was messed up by the things he ejaculated—as if he had just been crushed. Zhou Zekai was not the one who did the scene - if there wasn't something slowly flowing out from the heel of his leg, maybe he would really believe it.

Sun Xiang closed his eyes, the pleasure remaining in his cerebral cortex made him dazed for a while.Although it was not the first time that Zhou Zekai was a different person before and after having sex, his mood was still extremely complicated.

Seeing that he was distracted, Zhou Zekai stretched out his hand to touch the steaming face, brushed away the wet hair, leaned over and kissed him, trying to call Sun Xiang's attention back: "Huh?"

Hmm!Just had a good time with Lao Tzu and started pretending to be a little white rabbit?He rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

But Sun Xiang was obviously exhausted, he just wanted to rest quickly, and was too lazy to argue with Zhou Zekai.He shook his head and said "nothing", then supported the seat, raised his waist to release the biting position behind him.

In the dark, there was a soft "wave" sound.It makes people instantly have all kinds of blushing and heartbeating associations.Sun Xiang was naturally unavoidable, and his face, which was still hot, had a tendency to heat up again.He remembered that there was no time to find a condom today, and he did it completely without protection.How much Zhou Zekai shot in, those bright muddy marks on the thighs are the best proof...

Zhou Zekai was not much better than him.The hand holding Sun Xiang's waist tightened slightly, those eyes flickered, and it took a lot of willpower to look away.

He hastily turned around and took out a few tissues, dealt with Sun Xiang and himself briefly, and then came to the more troublesome place - even though they had never ejaculated before, the two still had common sense.After exchanging gazes, he immediately poked two slender fingers in slowly and turned slowly, hoping to get those wet and sticky things out as much as possible.

There is nothing wrong with his initiative and sense of responsibility, but he overlooked one thing - he just finished it, and he is very sensitive inside.Sun Xiang was still biting his lips and enduring, but after a while, his breathing became more and more chaotic, and his genitals became semi-hard again.

"You...I'll do it myself!" He refused to let Zhou Zekai continue to intervene.

In the end, it became a state where he was doing it slowly by himself while being sealed by Zhou Zekai.Zhou Zekai only supported the back of his head with one hand, while the other hand guided Sun Xiang's, bringing the two of them together, moving up and down according to the rhythm of breathing.

The feeling of dizziness and hot face came back again.Sun Xiang snorted impatiently, closed his eyes and kissed Zhou Zekai.He has become more used to doing more than one round at a time.The refractory period passed, and the new pleasure surged thunderously.

It's just that, unlike before, the source of pleasure this time is to grope my slightly swollen rear in front of the target.Ashamed, he felt that this kind of behavior was irritating every minute and every second.He could feel that his fingers were wrapped in that wet and warm place, and there was a vague illusion of exercising power on behalf of Zhou Zekai.

A little longer, and the enthusiasm is completely ignited.Clusters of clusters, like skyrocketing fireworks, rushed up from the limbs, and exploded on the chest and scalp.The thrill of pinching back and forth was so terrifying that he was so excited that he almost couldn't even breathe.

In the end, he finally resolved the mess with his willpower, and at about the same time, he shot out together with Zhou Zekai.

2.

Hu Tianhu ended, he nestled in the passenger seat, half closed his eyes.Zhou Zekai helped fasten the seat belt.He had never felt so tired, as if he had just finished a fight and didn't want to lift half a finger.

Zhou Zekai was lucky.His trousers and sweater were scattered in the front row, and there was nothing unusual except for wrinkles.But Sun Xiang was much less lucky, both the down jacket and T-shirt were stained with suspicious marks.If you just put it on like this, you will go out of the parking lot to pay the toll later, and when Zhou Zekai lowers the window, the staff will probably find out immediately.

Because this car is Sun Xiang's car, he doesn't always have clothes like Zhou Zekai.The two searched back and forth, only to find a Mercury-themed T, which may have been given to him by Zhao Yaoyao one day.

Sun Xiang felt like he was being pardoned, so he quickly put on it.Zhou Zekai was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he insisted on covering him with his overcoat.After the air conditioner was turned on, the hot air was blowing on my face.Sun Xiang's nose just touched the neckline, and he smelled it involuntarily. It was a familiar perfume, mixed with the scent of citrus body wash shared by the two of them.He didn't even want to think about anything.Eyelids gradually droop.

Zhou Zekai put on the mask and buttoned it to the top, which just happened to hide the dark purple "traces of the battle" near the collarbone.Just before starting the car, he glanced at Sun Xiang with some feeling.

At this time, Sun Xiang had almost slipped into his coat, snoring softly.The only thing exposed outside is the fluffy golden head, which makes people want to rub it.

Zhou Zekai moved according to his heart and stretched out his hand.

But what made him laugh dumbfounded was that just as he touched Sun Xiang's head, before he had time to rub it twice, this guy grabbed his hand like lightning, tightly.

Are you still awake?Not quite.His eyes were closed well, and his snoring was very even.

Zhou Zekai hooked his lips, and slowly moved the hand they were holding close to the central control, and then pulled it out skillfully.Before Sun Xiang could react, he grabbed him again with his backhand.

The palms and the backs of the hands touch each other, and the feeling of belonging is silently conveyed.Zhou Zekai's last bit of uneasiness finally dissipated in the heat exchange.

TBC