Passionate to know

"Would you like me to stop, or would you like me to continue?"

An Zhi looked at Song Zhiyang in front of him, almost on the verge of desire, the veins on his forehead were clearly visible, but he still asked him if he wanted to.

An Zhi didn't know whether he should be angry with Song Zhiyang or what, how could he answer such a naked question.

The chests of both of them heaved slightly due to panting, and Song Zhiyang felt that An Zhi's hand was pulling his bathrobe, his fingers tightened, as if he was suppressing something.After waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for An Zhi's answer.

Sighing, Song Zhiyang leaned over to Anzhi again: "If you want me to stop, just struggle."

A passionate kiss.

An Zhi originally wanted to struggle, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the undeniable determination and tenderness in Song Zhiyang's eyes. He tightened his fingers, but finally let go.

This signal of acquiescence was very weak, but Song Zhiyang actually received it.He immediately pried open An Zhi's lips, hooked his lips and tongue, and did the most intimate thing.

His kisses swam over An Zhi's body, from the chest all the way down, thin and dense, leaving a trail of water all the way down.An Zhi's pajamas were not wearing anything at all, and they were easily peeled off by Song Zhiyang's big hand. An Zhi was covered by Song Zhiyang's warm body before he had time to fight a cold war.

Song Zhiyang licked him lightly, a tingling itch and slight fear came out of Anzhi's body continuously, making him want to moan.Although his body was trembling, he still bit the back of his hand hard to keep from screaming.

Song Zhiyang took his hand down, kissed every fingertip, and said with a smile: "You look so nervous, it will make me lose my sense of proportion."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhiyang got up, picked An Zhi up by the waist, walked into the bedroom, gently put him on the bed, and took off the last clothes of the two of them.

It was the first time to show her naked body in front of Song Zhiyang, and that kind of embarrassment was overwhelming to An Zhi.The man's hands locked his waist firmly, and his body was almost too soft to move. In this case, it was impossible for him to pull the other person's hair to ask to stop, twisting his body slightly, it looked like If you want to refuse, you will welcome.

Song Zhiyang opened An Zhi's legs maliciously, took a few greedy glances, and then began to move his hands up and down.

A strange pleasure poured into his limbs, and this strange feeling made Anzhi feel as if an electric current was passing through his body. He tightly grasped the bed sheet under him, trying to distract himself.

Song Zhiyang put An Zhi's ear in his mouth and said, "An Zhi, hold me."

An Zhi seemed to have lost his mind, and put his arms around Song Zhiyang's back, and then heard Song Zhiyang's low sigh: "Now, even if you say no, I will not stop."

"...You...um!" Before An Zhi could react, a burst of hot things began to break into the city, slowly but firmly.

An Zhi was like a fish thrown on the beach, his whole body trembled, and the pain of suffocation made him groan hoarsely.Song Zhiyang's movements were very slow, because he was afraid that Anzhi would not be able to bear it, so he was so depressed that he was sweating profusely.

But after entering to the end, Song Zhiyang's joy of completely possessing Anzhi, as well as the dense pleasure in his body, made him unable to restrain himself from opening and closing.

An Zhi still felt a bit of pain, but the pain was not too much. It was mixed with too many elements called pleasure, which made him unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.He clung to Song Zhiyang's back and grabbed bloodstains one after another, but Song Zhiyang continued to move as if he didn't feel pain. An Zhi couldn't help it, so he had to bite Song Zhiyang's shoulder so that he wouldn't look like a woman Moan out.

Song Zhiyang's stamina was astonishingly good, but An Zhi was weak.

"...enough...really..."

An Zhi lost his temper and his voice was broken.Song Zhiyang refused to stop at all, and even bent An Zhi's leg, allowing the two to fit together seamlessly.

"...Not enough, Anzhi, never enough."

Song Zhiyang rarely forcibly restrained An Zhi's rejecting hand, and suddenly accelerated the frequency of entry and exit without warning. An Zhi wanted to bite Song Zhiyang's shoulder again, but he pinched his chin.

Song Zhiyang chuckled: "Don't bite... your voice is very nice."

An Zhi felt that the numbness coming from his lower body was full of self-control, and couldn't help cursing: "...you... bastard..."

Immediately, An Zhi's body tensed up, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't help letting out a little moan. He didn't know how long he had been tortured like this. When he finally couldn't help hanging down his arms and confessed, Song Zhiyang finally Ken slowed down a bit.

An Zhi's whole body trembled slightly because of the release of desire. Seeing his state of mind, Song Zhiyang couldn't restrain himself from venting.

The lust faded away, and his body began to feel cold, Song Zhiyang hugged An Zhi in his arms, and pulled the quilt up.Song Zhiyang didn't dare to be too presumptuous because he was still a little sick.

After this teasing, even though An Zhi's body was sticky and his lower body was in a mess at the moment, he didn't bother to move, took a breath quietly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that An Zhi fell asleep, Song Zhiyang suppressed his desire, got up and went to the bathroom to fetch water, and wiped An Zhi's body. When everything was tidied up, it was already close to midnight.

The person he loves the most is at hand, and he swears his trust in himself in the most peaceful sleeping position. Song Zhiyang feels that there is nothing more at ease than this.

Everything is silent, and the whole city should sleep peacefully.

They, too, slept peacefully.

……

An Zhi woke up the next day and recovered from his illness. Thinking of those charming scenes before, he kicked Song Zhiyang out of bed.Song Zhiyang took advantage of it, knowing that An Zhi was shy, so fortunately he coaxed him. After all, An Zhi prefers soft to hard.

From that day on, Song Zhiyang's treatment of Anzhi was almost as if he had not been praised to the heavens. In Tang Ling's words, "it is only two incense sticks away from worshiping Buddha".

Song Zhiyang enjoyed it, Tang Ling could only roll his eyes dryly.In order not to be hurt by Xiu En'ai, Tang Ling decided to leave immediately after speaking, "Someone wants to invite you to a banquet, I wonder if you will go?"

Song Zhiyang casually asked, "Who?"

Tang Ling snapped her fingers: "You definitely won't guess—Qin Ge."

Song Zhiyang raised his eyelids: "Him? There must be some kind of medicine sold in the gourd again."

Tang Ling spread her hands: "It's hard to guarantee that it's not a Hongmen banquet, do you want to go?"

Song Zhiyang walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the prosperity of the whole city. In the reflection of the glass, his face smiled confidently: "The letter of war is already down, wouldn't it be rude not to answer it. I haven't met him for a long time gone."

Tang Ling always watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Seeing Song Zhiyang's intentions, she added a knife: "I almost forgot, Qin Ge invited someone else."

Song Zhiyang turned his head, feeling ominous.

Tang Ling smiled very sweetly: "It's An Zhi~"