Possessed Bending

Zhang San wandered around outside, and after making sure that no one was following him, he returned to the door of the house. When he took out the keys, he felt a gust of wind rushing from behind him. Seeing Qi Weixuan sat down on the concrete slab with a muffled sigh.

"Oh! What are you doing..." Qi Weixuan gasped, rubbed his buttocks and stood up from the ground, "You're too cruel, I'm just joking, hiss..."

Zhang San looked around, pulled Qi Weixuan up, and the two entered the room together.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm looking for you, hiss, ouch, the kick you kicked is green, hurry and rub it for me." Qi Weixuan immediately became full of life as soon as he entered the room, his mouth screamed for pain, and his hands But he has already touched Zhang San's body dishonestly, making Zhang San awkward for a while.

"Be honest! Where does it hurt?"

"Um, it hurts everywhere, just rub it for me." Qi Weixuan smiled and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt with both hands, crossed and pulled it upwards, exposing the entire upper body, Zhang San glanced, on the slightly dark skin, No signs of injury can be seen at all.

"Are you sure you're injured?" Zhang San took out the medicinal wine, and pressed Qi Weixuan's abdomen a few times. Qi Weixuan felt pain wherever he pressed it. Zhang San pressed it, and he screamed, which was more miserable than the sound. Zhang San was angry, and at the moment Stuffed the medicinal wine into Qi Weixuan's hand, "I'm going to cook, I don't have time to care about you, apply it myself!"

"Hey! Don't!" Qi Weixuan quickly stood up, put the medicinal wine aside, hugged Zhang San with both hands from behind, stood up and covered Zhang San with the shadow created by his body, "Don't worry about eating, I, I want... "

"I'm in a hurry." Zhang San opened Qi Weixuan's hand, and the hot air sprayed into the collarbone socket from the other party's breath made him feel itchy. He would think about it, but after doing it, his end was "extremely miserable", which made him worry.

"Then, I'll cook with you." Qi Weixuan said very reluctantly, Zhang San felt the heat on his waist, and after rubbing his lower back just now, he quickly backed away.

Zhang San's breathing was also driven by Qi Weixuan. He picked up the ingredients and went into the kitchen. followed.

Zhang San silently started to wash the vegetables, Qi Weixuan immediately rushed to wash the remaining vegetables, Zhang San went to chop the vegetables, Qi Weixuan immediately went to chop the vegetables again, but after Zhang San saw the large and small potato chips, He gave up the idea of ​​asking him to help, took the kitchen knife, pressed his fingers together to hold the potatoes, and soon there was a very rhythmic brushing sound on the cutting board, and piles of bright and even potato slices were cut.

The weather was very hot. After the two entered the house, the windows hadn't been opened yet. The electric fans were only in the bedroom and living room. The scent of vegetables in the kitchen mixed with the heat, making people's appetite double.

The outside sun shone in, leaving a few beams of dazzling light in the kitchen, covering Zhang San's back, fine beads of sweat floated up on the back of his neck, they slowly gathered together, and slid down the curve of the back of his neck , the white T-shirt was soaked with sweat, Qi Weixuan looked at it, thinking that when he hugged Zhang San from behind that day, that body that was a circle smaller than his was held in his arms, and the lines of the two of them stuck together, perfect Fit... He watched his sweaty back tremble slightly as it rocked back and forth...

"Yeah." Zhang San froze for a moment, but he didn't stop cutting the vegetables.

Qi Weixuan posted it, sniffed his hair lightly, touched the extremely resilient waist with both hands, the curvature of the muscles became obvious under the repeated touch of fingertips, Qi Weixuan raised the corners of his mouth, he knew that Zhang San's body was also starting to get excited up.

His lower body was pressed tightly against it, his upper body was slightly arched, and he lowered his head to gently nibble on the piece of soft flesh under Zhang San's earlobe.

The pepper was cut in half under the kitchen knife, and the blade drew a crooked white line on the cutting board, and the rhythmic brushing sound on the cutting board stopped completely.

Zhang San pushed his hands in front of the pot, and he tried to raise his neck, not for resistance, but just to enjoy more the happiness brought to him by the man behind him.

Letting go of the vegetable-chopping hand, Zhang San raised his hand to touch the back, was held by a warm hand, and then wrapped in a damp heat.

Qi Weixuan smiled and clasped his five fingers around Zhang San's waist, "It's very spicy."

Zhang San looked at the opening and closing lips in front of his eyes, and something in his mind shattered. He suddenly turned around to get rid of Qi Weixuan's surroundings, put his arms around that slender neck, narrowed the distance between them, and opened his mouth to bite. .

The two tongues were frantically entangled in one place, and the heavy panting created a storm between the two. Their respective hands quickly took off their own clothes, and their lips were only slightly separated when they took off their shirts, and then they overlapped again until the two of them only had a pair of underwear left on their bodies.

They looked at each other's body at close range, and they both saw the joy of admiration and the undisguised disappointment in each other's eyes.

Qi Weixuan laughed, showing a mouthful of white teeth. He lowered his head and pressed Zhang San's head, his hands slowly slid down Zhang San's shoulders. Zhang San also opened his mouth, but he hugged Qi Weixuan Qi Weixuan picked up his waist, turned around and put him on the dining table. The scattered vegetables and plastic bags were pushed to the ground by the two of them.

Zhang San was pushed down on the dining table, the firm and cool touch made people want to close their eyes.

Qi Weixuan pushed away a step, hugged Zhang San's legs, quickly took off the light blue underwear, followed by his own, then leaned over and pressed on...

The sky was getting darker, the lights were not turned on in the room, and there was no one on the bed. On the cool blue wall illuminated by the moonlight, there were two standing figures, one tall and one short, overlapping each other, falling together, Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, as if the walls are breathing...

The author has something to say: Obscure...I think it's obscure enough...