paranoia

A gust of wind blows from a distance, with the sultry dampness of late autumn, invading the gradually warming bedroom from all directions.

Song Jing gently held Song Wanzhou in his arms, like holding a fragile treasure, every movement he made was terrifyingly pious.

He was more patient than ever in dealing with a rare situation/event, and his technique was gentle. Accompanied by Song Wanzhou's increasingly heavy panting, he slowly probed along the seam of his trousers to the unacceptable scale of Changpei.

"Brother," he said with a smile, "do you want it too?"

"No...no..." Song Wanzhou was ashamed to admit it, but he firmly denied it.

Although he verbally agreed that he could let Song Jing 'help' relieve him, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart. Every inch Song Jing advanced, he couldn't help shrinking back a little.

However, only Song Jing's warm chest and the increasingly obvious desire/desire were behind him.

Song Jing slightly raised his eyebrows, "Then what is this?"

The moment he was touched by Song Jing's fingertips, Song Wanzhou's mind went blank due to the shock of alternating cold and hot. And an honest response, "Don't..."

The delicate and white toes curled up together, the blush on the cheeks crept up to the brows, and the tails of the eyes were raised, locking the forbearance between the brows.Originally a pair of gentle and bright eyes like spring, but now filled with water, like a clear spring shrouded in clouds and mist, hazy, the pupils trembled slightly, rippling layers, as if there were stars flowing in the eyes.

Under the reflection of the cold moonlight, the whole person is more moving.

Song Jing's eyes were bloodshot, and he said obsessively, "Brother, you are so pretty."

When a delicate mimosa plant is touched by the outside world, the petiole droops slightly, twisting the trunk impatiently, the leaves close, trying to hide the most secret and softest part of the body.

The more coy Song Wanzhou behaved, the more Song Jing wanted to score a point.

His mind was full of evil thoughts of trying to spoil his brother, where Song Wanzhou blocked him, he just wanted to go deeper, provoking the passion/desire that Song Wanzhou was trying to control from shallow to deep.

There was a burst of numbness from the tip of the toe, which turned into an electric current and spread throughout the whole body, and an uncontrollable moan escaped from between the teeth, "There...there...no...ah..."

He said no, but once Song Jing stopped, Song Wanzhou couldn't help wrapping around Song Jing's calf, urging him to continue silently.

Embarrassed and ashamed by his physically honest reaction, he wanted to find a crack in the ground and slip in.

"Brother, are you comfortable?" Song Jing leaned close to Song Wanzhou's ear, sucked his hot earlobe in his mouth, and licked/fucked gently with the tip of his tongue, "I'm so comfortable." Feeling the person in his arms trembling slightly, Song A sly excitement flashed in Jing's eyes, "Brother, are you getting better soon?"

Every "brother" that comes out of Song Jing's mouth is undoubtedly challenging Song Wanzhou's tight and sensitive nerves.

"Don't...don't shout..." There was a hint of crying in his pleading voice.

Song Jing's repeated emphasis on the relationship between the two of them not only failed to calm him down, but instead created a different kind of pleasure/sensation, craving for more impatiently.

The turbulent numbness rushed to the top of his head, and he was dizzy for a moment. Song Wanzhou tightly held Song Jing's hand on his waist, and called Song Jing's name in a low voice over and over again, "No more... slow down. ..Slow down...Xiaojing...don't...ah..."

Song Jing knew in his heart that the speed in his hand increased instead of decreasing, and he sent Song Wanzhou directly to the cloud.

After a long time, unable to get away from the aftertaste of the orgasm, Song Wanzhou's mind went blank, he lost the ability to think, his legs became weak, and he slipped off Song Jing's body.

The cool night breeze blows on the face, carrying away the hot air.

When Song Wanzhou was relaxing, satisfaction welled up in his heart, engraved into his blood, joy crept up his eyebrows, and reflected in his eyes.

"Brother," Song Jing continued to provoke, "Is it alright?"

The only answer to him was Mi's heavy breathing.

Song Jing didn't withdraw his hand, but went all the way down, using the sticky/thick/wet/slippery palms to circle back and forth where the long-wear audit team strictly prohibited, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Brother, can this place be used?" Dry and hot fingertips caressed it carefully, reluctant to part.

Song Wanzhou's limp body suddenly became stiff, and he dared not move, his voice trembling, "Xiaojing...what are you doing?"

Song Jing's eyes flickered, and he looked in reluctantly, "Brother's place is so warm...it seems to be..."

Song Wanzhou hurriedly pressed Song Jing's hand that wanted to continue making trouble, and turned around in shame and indignation, "Xiaojing!"

"Can't you?" Song Jing asked, "Can't brother give it to me?"

The moonlight fell on Song Jing's body, casting a faint radiance. The moment he met his gaze, Song Wanzhou could only see his silhouette reflected in those deep eyes.

He was fascinated by it, couldn't move his eyes, and was fascinated by the deep affection in Song Jing's eyes and the deep love beyond words.

Either because the residual heat of the body has not dissipated, or because the heartbeat misses a beat, with a bang, the last string of reason is completely broken.

Song Wanzhou opened his hands in a strange way, and actively wrapped them around Song Jing's neck, lifting his bright red cheeks.

He kissed him lightly, blending all the silent and patient answers into the kiss between lips and teeth.

Everything in the world has a cause and effect.

I don't know where Song Jing's deep love came from, but he had already been tempted, so he had no choice but to accept this blatant stubbornness.

Even if the future is uncertain, even if he is abused and stared at, he still wants to muster up the courage to try again and find out the cause and effect.