【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

The setting sun is warm, squinting to see the shaking and dazzling.

It's useless to reach out.It's like a seed that is destined not to germinate, so why do you need to feed it?If it sprouts, wouldn't it be more difficult to tease the heart and lungs?

But after all, I couldn't help but reach out.

Obviously close at hand, but also like high winds and dangerous waves, both of which challenge the nerves.

Sun Chaozhong watched the figure in the old uniform of the Peking Police Station getting farther and farther away from him, and he no longer remembered whether he had thought in his heart at that time, if he stretched out his hand to reach it, what would happen.

He couldn't bear to think about it anymore, the sound of knocking on the door woke him up from his dream, he looked up and found that the sunset was nothing more than a lamp, and the back of his heart was standing outside the door with clear eyes, looking at him and saying that I just came to see you .

Sun Chaozhong was honest with himself, and he could almost hear his heartbeat speeding up when he turned around.

But he was calm, like a hunter, squinting his eyes, waiting for the second hand to pass, his heart beating, and the shadow of the shaking lights passing by.At that unique moment, he reached out and leaned over.

Putting his hand on the opponent's shoulder, he watched Fang Mengwei's pupils shrink suddenly, and then gradually widen again.Fang Mengwei moved closer to him.

Sun Chaozhong felt that in his tepid life, something suddenly exploded, like those moving mountains on the bottom of the sea.Nothing will ever be the same again, nothing will ever be the same.Just because Fang Mengwei leaned towards him.

The lips touched together, tasted cautiously, it was as soft as cotton candy in the street market.Sun Chaozhong didn't know what marshmallows tasted like, but he thought about it secretly when passing by.Probably always soft and sweet.

Just like Fang Mengwei's lower lip.

Greed grows, no matter how hard it is to restrain it, one kiss becomes three or two, and seven or eight more are born.

Before he could count them all, Fang Mengwei had already pushed them to the wall, holding his waist with one hand and controlling the back of his neck with the other.Sun Chaozhong heard Fang Mengwei ask him, what are you going to do?

But he just asked that, and his teeth came up, and he continued to suck on Sun Chaozhong's lips and teeth.So Sun Chaozhong repeatedly rehearsed in his mind, what do you think, these three words.What do you say?

But how could he have the chance to speak out?His lips and teeth were intertwined, his hands wanted to press each other into his body, his finger pulps rubbed against Fang Mengwei's shirt repeatedly, his knuckles turned white.

What do you say?

He wanted to ask Fang Mengwei, and when Fang Mengwei finally let go of his lips and stopped panting, he would have a chance to ask these three words.

But he only passed it in his mind once, and then he leaned down and started to bite the opponent's neck. He felt the opponent's Adam's apple rise and fall uncontrollably under his lips, and then stretched his right hand into the palm along the leather belt, expanding his territory.

It's pretty instinctive.

As long as it belongs to Fang Mengwei, he wants to touch it, occupy it, measure it with his lips and teeth and remember it with his body.The neck is, the collarbone is, the chest is also.

And when Fang Mengwei gasped for breath and seemed to have a soft knee, Sun Chaozhong pushed him onto the sofa.There was a cold mat on his back, and in front of him were Sun Chaozhong's long and narrow eyes that seemed to be covered with mist.

Fang Mengwei only felt that his breathing was too tight, inhaling and exhaling, exhaling and inhaling, probably about to suffocate.Before he could inhale enough oxygen, Sun Chaozhong, who was straddling him, tore off his shirt swiftly.Fang Mengwei took a deep breath, fearing that he was really going to drown.

He has seen Sun Chaozhong's half-naked upper body, in this living room, in the hospital consultation room, watching the doctor use tweezers to hold metal needles and pass through his back muscles.

But he never realized that this same-sex body is full of such vitality and attractive power.

So much so that when Sun Chaozhong posted it, he felt that his scalp was going numb.This emotion was too strange and too turbulent, causing him to lose his way and sense of security.

Fortunately, Sun Chaozhong did not take the next step, but hugged him tightly, waiting for his beating heart to regain some rhythm.What do you say?

what?

I said... can I?

Sun Chaozhong put his hand on Fang Mengwei's belt buckle.

Yes...Fang Mengwei reluctantly answered, only when Sun Chaozhong's right hand started to move and unfastened the copper belt buckle, did he understand what the other party asked just now.

His loss seems to have a direction.

A newspaper colleague once carried a few magazines in his briefcase, avoided Secretary Wu, and stuffed them into Fang Mengwei's drawer with raised brows and a lewd smile on his face.

Fang Mengwei didn't appreciate it very much.

The girls in the magazines and the stars on the posters have never lacked magic for him.He always thought that either he was cold and indifferent by nature, or that the training in his youth had made him super focused.

But Sun Chaozhong's lips touched and sucked his lower abdomen and waist, and his fingers slid on his pelvis, telling him that he had no concentration, his breathing was out of control, his legs were trembling, and he clasped the edge of the sofa with his backhand as if he was too scared. This sofa can't stay still, it will slide down and fall into the abyss.

Sun Chaozhong's lips were next to his ear again, still murmuring a few unintelligible tones.

Fang Mengwei put an arm around his neck, trying to draw him closer.The man moved closer, and at the same time inserted his fingers.

Fang Mengwei didn't complain, except for the already disordered breathing, there was no rhythm to follow.

But Sun Chaozhong still suppressed his impulse, fearing that the person under his body would be hurt, afraid that he would be sad, so he stretched out his hand to hold the hottest part of the other person and comforted him carefully.

Now I can't stay on the sofa anymore, Fang Mengwei straightened his body and then curled up his knees, you...you... flushed as if accusing the worst crime.

He grabbed Sun Chaozhong's neck again, unable to speak, and didn't know what to say.Just know too much.

Too much.But not enough.

Somehow, his fingers got entangled in a blue cotton thread with jade hanging around Sun Chaozhong's neck.The moment it was fully entered, the fingers were suspended there, sticking to the artery in Sun Chaozhong's neck, feeling the pulse of the blood through the fingertips.

Sun Chaozhong looked at him, still... okay?

He hated this man's succinct and direct speech, and loved the unstable endings in those three words.

This made him know that Sun Chaozhong was no better than him, and he stared fascinatedly at the beads of sweat sliding down his collarbone, with his panting lips slightly parted.Sun Chaozhong's body lines are naturally graceful, but now he is covered with thin sweat, and his muscles and bones are more clearly outlined when he becomes tense.When he really moved, all these random thoughts in Fang Mengwei's mind were squeezed out like oxygen in his lungs, leaving only the sense organs burned repeatedly.

Fang Mengwei's mind went blank when Sun Chaozhong hugged him tightly.He rested his head on the other's shoulder which was still covered with thin sweat, and felt that the other was imprinting kisses on his head one by one.

I could hear the rhythm of my heartbeat against my chest, and finally slowly slowed down.The feeling of leaning on another man's chest was too strange.

Too warm, too powerful, it seems that you can stop and rely on it.

His body was dripping with sweat and a little sticky, but no one was willing to move or open his mouth.Let this precious moment spread, and let the wandering soul stay in the harbor.

Sun Chaozhong was lying on his side on the sofa, the wound on his left arm was pressed under his body, and there was some pain.But he didn't care, this week was like a cloud, Fang Mengwei who put on a woolen coat for him, Fang Mengwei who looked at him with red eyes, Fang Mengwei who protected him on the road, and the tram station who looked at him full of people. Fang Mengwei's face was moved, and Fang Mengwei's emotion was under him.

If a certain desire is buried too deep for too long, will it be worn away by time and forgotten by memory?Or is the fermentation growing, intensifying?

The sound of the aluminum pot colliding with the lid from the kitchen finally caught a certain nerve in Sun Chaozhong's mind.That jug of water.

That pot of water was supposed to make black tea for Fang Mengwei.

Sun Chaozhong put on his pants and didn't even have time to put on his shoes.

Fang Mengwei heard a "chi" sound from the kitchen, probably because cold water was poured into the hot aluminum pot.At that time, Sun Chaozhong arrived with a pot full of water, but now it has boiled dry.

Sun Chaozhong put on his shirt and began to peel an apple on the table with a knife.There is no more tea to drink, and guests must be entertained.

Fang Mengwei came out of the bathroom, wearing a crumpled shirt.

But I saw a set of clothes hanging neatly outside the bathroom door.They should be about the same size, you wear them first.

Fang Mengwei wanted to put on his previous clothes, but he took a look at the cotton clothes with neatly ironed trouser seams, and unconsciously picked them up.

Tomorrow is Sunday.right.

Then, here you are.

Fang Mengwei looked at Sun Chaozhong who handed him the apple.Your mat...not very good.

He pointed to the sofa, and now that he had calmed down, he felt a burning pain in his back after rubbing on the not-so-soft mat for so long, and wondered if a layer of skin had peeled off.

Sun Chaozhong frowned and looked at the mat, as if he had done something wrong, he was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer.

Fang Mengwei took the apple from his hand and walked to the bedroom by himself.The bed is probably more comfortable.

He spoke slowly.