The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

He was taking off his mask and walking forward with his head bowed, when suddenly a hand stretched out from the storage room and grabbed him. Before Yan Qiujing could react, he was pressed against the wall and kissed, the baseball cap on his head followed The opponent leaned over and fell to the ground.

The tip of the other party's tongue quickly pried open his teeth and swept in his mouth, wantonly ingesting every inch of his breath, the hot air exhaled from the two nasal cavities merged together and burned their faces.

Yan Qiujing entangled his tongue in response to his hot kiss fiercely, while tearing off the suspenders on his shoulders, stroking his back from the hem of his sweater with his hand.A steady stream of body temperature came from his subordinates, and Yan Qiujing turned around and pushed him down on the boxes piled up beside him.

Yan Qiujing dropped a light kiss next to his ear, panting and said, "It's really sweet."

Ling Mu wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him again.

Yan Qiujing was a little hypoxic from being kissed, or excited, and every time Ling Mu took the initiative, he was a little powerless to fight.He felt that his breathing was not smooth, and he might suffocate if he continued to kiss, so he reluctantly left Ling Mu's lips.

The storage room is closed and messy, and there is almost no space for the two to be separated.Yan Qiujing raised his hand and touched the wall for a long time before he found the switch and pressed it. The light bulb above his head flickered a few times and then stopped to light up dimly, as if it would go out at any moment.

Yan Qiujing looked down at Ling Mu who was lying on his back on the cardboard box, his lips were still red and attractive, squinting slightly at Yan Qiujing, his eyes were fogged with lust, and the tip of his nose was still red, It seems that there is an indescribable pity.

Yan Qiujing's heart was melted by his adorable appearance. He raised his hand and carefully touched the top of his fluffy hair, then lowered his head and kissed him softly on the cheek, and sighed softly: "Suddenly I understand those who are so handsome Control it, baby is too cute, I can't bear to touch you..."

Ling Mu slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, as if he doubted his words.He slowly stretched out his hand, pressed Yan Qiujing's bulging crotch and started to rub it gently.

Watching his movements, Yan Qiujing's breath became tight, his lower abdomen felt numb, and his crotch was quickly hardened by his rubbing.Yan Qiujing involuntarily leaned over to stick to Ling Mu's body, but was stopped when he raised his hand to lift Ling Mu's sweater.

Ling Mu pressed his hand, looked up at him with a half-smile and said, "Aren't you reluctant to touch me?"

Yan Qiujing choked on his words.

But he thought about it quickly, then suddenly smiled at Ling Mu, and said, "Isn't it." As he spoke, he reached out to undo his belt, pulled the zipper, and took out his hard growth from his crotch. Pushing the palm of Ling Mu's hand that was spread on the edge of the cardboard box, he put on a pitiful expression and said, "Then touch me~"

Ling Mu was amused by his faceless expression, and helplessly stretched out his hand to hold his condom and started to fiddle with it.A scorching heat suddenly touched his cold hand, and Yan Qiujing pressed his hip against his hand and twitched slowly a few times in an attempt to relieve the unbearable heat.

Ling Mu raised his eyes and glanced at him, Yan Qiujing immediately stopped his movements, thinking that he was unhappy and dared not move again.

"I'm uncomfortable?" Ling Mu asked him.

Yan Qiujing quickly shook his head and said, "It's comfortable! It's just so cool that I can't help but want to rub..."

Ling Mu left his hands from under him, propped himself up and sat up.

Yan Qiujing hurriedly said again: "It's really comfortable! I can't move anymore..."

After Ling Mu got up and pushed him lightly, Yan Qiujing grabbed his hand and said in a panic, "Honey? I was wrong!"

Ling Mu withdrew his hand and pushed him away, and got down from the box by himself. Yan Qiujing was so frightened by him that he pulled up his pants in a hurry while holding Ling Mu to prevent him from leaving.

Ling Mu thought it was funny, deliberately teased him, and said with a straight face: "Let me go."

"Don't let go!" Yan Qiujing said loudly, "Unless I die, I won't let you go in this life."

"...Pfft." Ling Mu couldn't hold back his laughter, he sighed and leaned in front of Yan Qiujing and kissed him on the lips again and again, before saying, "Go back, it's too crowded."

Yan Qiujing, who didn't know why, took a small step back, Ling Mu squatted down under his puzzled gaze, and put his hands on the pants he had just buttoned up...

Even if Yan Qiujing was a fool, he had to understand now. He looked down at Ling Mu's slender jade fingers unzipping his trousers, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and his chest heaved violently.Yan Qiujing's lower abdomen was like a fire burning, and under Ling Mu's sight, his penis wrapped in underwear swelled little by little until it was completely hard.

Just as Ling Mu reached out his hand to the edge of his underwear and pulled it down, Yan Qiujing's hardened penis bounced straight towards his face, and made a moderate sound on Ling Mu's cheek.

"Aiyo," Yan Qiujing hastily raised his hand to touch Ling Mu's face, "Does it hurt, treasure..."

Ling Mu raised his eyes to look at him, touched the back of his hand with his palm, then took his hand and put it on the back of his head.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Yan Qiujing's glans. The bright red tip of his tongue swept along the coronal groove, hooking his bell mouth.Such a scene was undoubtedly a physical and psychological stimulus for Yan Qiujing, and his eyes turned red.

Ling Mu took his front end in his mouth and took a bite, Yan Qiujing gasped in a cool breath.He looked down at Ling Mu's slightly trembling eyelashes and red ear tips when he was lying under him to help him, and he involuntarily clasped Ling Mu's head with more force.

Ling Mu sucked the head of his penis more vigorously, and stroked it with both hands.The top is very comfortable in the warm and soft mouth, Yan Qiujing said silently many times to hold back, restrain, I can do it.Only then did he control himself not to push into his throat.

The body fluid secreted from Ling Mu's mouth wrapped around Yan Qiujing's genitals, and following his sucking and hesitating movements, there was a lewd and embarrassing sound of saliva in his mouth.Yan Qiujing's eyes were a little blurred, he raised his neck and swallowed heavily, he stroked Ling Mu's hair gently, his throat was astringent from the heat in his body.He said hoarsely, "Baby, get up."

Hearing this, Ling Mu spat out its genitals from his mouth, but didn't get up.He stretched out his tongue and licked it from the root of Yan Qiujing's stem. The wet tongue brushed over his curly black hair, and his lips and tongue stayed on his flat and firm belly to grind, while tearing off the black coat on Yan Qiujing's body.

Then, he lifted the hem of his gray sweater with both hands and licked and kissed up his belly.Ling Mu's lips slid across his chest, stopped on the side of his chest to enclose his nipple, teasing and biting between his white teeth.Yan Qiujing was dazzled by Ling Mu's actions, and the tingling pain in his chest rushed to the top of his head with an electric pleasure.

He raised his hand and took off his shirt, hugged Ling Mu into his bare chest, raised his head and kissed him.The front of Yan Qiujing's hardened lower body was leaking transparent liquid. Panting, Ling Mu pushed his kiss away and said, "Don't get it on your clothes, I'll record it later..."

Yan Qiujing pursed his lips, lifted his shirt up, and pulled off his overalls together with his underwear, which had already taken off his shoulder straps.

Yan Qiujing held and rubbed Ling Mu's genitals together in his hands, feeling really uncomfortable again.He leaned into Ling Mu's ear and asked, "Can I rub my legs..."

Ling Mu raised his eyes and looked at him, his lips parted slightly, and said two words: "Do you want to do it?"

Yan Qiujing's eyes were red, he suppressed the urge to overturn Ling Mu and opened his mouth, "There is no lubricant..."

Under his scorching gaze, Ling Mu raised one of his hands to his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked his fingertips.

Yan Qiujing's breathing became more and more rapid.

Afraid that he had misunderstood, he tentatively stretched out his index finger to tickle Ling Mu's delicate lower lip, and soon his fingertips were wrapped around Ling Mu...

Yan Qiujing couldn't restrain himself anymore, he put two fingers into his mouth and stirred his wet tongue, the body fluid in Ling Mu's mouth flowed out from his fingers and fell into Yan Qiujing's palm.

After Yan Qiujing's fingers were covered with enough slippery body fluid, he withdrew his hand from his mouth, leaned over and replaced it with his tongue, which continued to linger on Ling Mu's sour tongue.

His other hand reached in from Ling Mu's sweater and kneaded the sensitive point of his chest, while his wet fingers slid towards the stamen between his soft petals.

Yan Qiujing's fingertips rubbed the folds of the stamen for a while, then gently and slowly penetrated into the heart of the flower.Naturally, the lubricating effect of the body fluid on the fingers is far from enough, and the inner wall of a knuckle becomes more and more astringent.Yan Qiujing impatiently rubbed his front end against his lower abdomen, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ling Mu buried himself in his chest, shook his head, with a gesture of completely surrendering his body to him.

Yan Qiujing squeezed his fingers inward again, his movements were ridiculously gentle, as if he was afraid that the boy who was like a porcelain doll in his arms would be hurt a little.

Ling Mu suddenly took a light bite on his chest: "...Are you Zheng Taikong?"

Yan Qiujing somehow sensed a sour taste in his words, he smiled and kissed his neck, and said, "I only accuse you."

Ling Mu smiled lowly, his breath hit Yan Qiujing's chest a little itchy, then he stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Qiujing's stretched wrist that was resting on his buttocks.

Yan Qiujing thought he was uncomfortable and hurriedly backed out, but saw Ling Mu turned around against his body and leaned over the boxes piled up to thigh height in front of him.

Yan Qiujing's Adam's apple twitched, and he looked at Ling Mu in front of him.The hem of his pink sweater was lifted up, revealing a slender waist. Yan Qiujing's hand followed his spine all the way to the tailbone, and his eyes stopped on the pink and attractive acupuncture point between his two petals.There seemed to be gentle breathing that was opening and closing, and it seemed to invite him to come in and taste it.

There is not much room for movement in the storage room. When Ling Mu lay down like this, Yan Qiujing's genitals rested on his snow-white buttocks evenly, and the liquid from his front dripped on Ling Mu's buttocks.

Ling Mu turned his head, his eyes were blurred, and he said seductively, "Teacher Yan, fuck me."

Yan Qiujing's brain was like a thunderbolt, and it was broken for a moment, and he lost control.

He was woken up by himself when his scorching genitals were tightly wrapped in the flesh wall, and he hummed uncontrollably.His meat blade had already crushed Ling Mu's acupuncture point, he wanted to bend down to ask Ling Mu if it hurt, but as he leaned over, his penis pushed deeper, and his tenderness was twisted tightly on him The fleshy hooks in his acupoints disappeared, replaced by lust rushing towards him like waves.

Yan Qiujing's hands were firmly clasped around Ling Mu's sexy waist, and his tightly pursed lips rushed wantonly in his acupoint.

In addition to the pungent pain when being opened by the meat blade, Ling Mu's back acupoint soon had a burst of electric current-like numbness, the pleasure and pain intertwined with a kind of joy that is indescribable in words.

Yan Qiujing pushed hard towards the deepest part of his body time and time again, wishing he could penetrate it all, greedily occupying every inch of territory in his body.

A fragmented moan came out of Ling Mu's mouth: "Ah...Yan, teacher..."

Yan Qiujing couldn't bear to be called like this, so he stopped and lay on Ling Mu's back to relax for a while, bit his earlobe lightly and gasped, "My baby, I won't be able to call you husband like that anymore..."

Ling Mu turned his head to hold his lower lip, stretched his hips impatiently and began to rub his hips, his eyes were full of water, and he murmured with his lips: "That's not called..."

"No way," Yan Qiujing worked hard inside him again, and said, "Change the name."

Ling Mu was a little distracted by him, and when Yan Qiujing was in a certain point in his body, his tailbone went numb, and he lay limp and weak on the box, and opened his mouth and called, "...Dad."

...A white light flashed in Yan Qiujing's mind, and he cursed in a low voice, "Fuck." The confession was in Ling Mu's body.He lay on Ling Mu's back for a long time before he said in a hoarse voice, "You want me to die on your body."

Before the two could breathe evenly, Yan Qiujing's genitals, which hadn't withdrawn yet, tended to harden again.His kiss was so passionate that it entangled Ling Mu, and soon pressed him and rushed into his body again.

Yan Qiujing caressed Ling Mu's waist distressedly, but he couldn't control the strength enough to pinch out bruises: "Does it hurt? Why didn't you tell me?"

Ling Mu shook his head and said, "I don't feel it."

He opened a cardboard box with the words "paper towels" and took out a pack of tissue paper. Yan Qiujing took it and wiped off the dirt on his body, and helped him put on his pants and tidy up his clothes.

The two sneaked out of the storage room one after the other, Ling Mu asked, "When are you leaving?"

Yan Qiujing sighed, "I have to go to the airport now. I'll just take half a day off and continue filming early tomorrow morning."

Ling Mu's heart felt warm, but he said, "Why do you have to come here? It's so far away."

Yan Qiujing sighed again, and said, "I miss you." After he finished speaking, he looked around, and seeing no one around, he quickly hugged Ling Mu in his arms and rubbed him: "Quick, let me hug you again." .”

Ling Mu leaned her head obediently in his arms, and raised her hand to caress his back.

When the two walked along the passage to the exit, Ling Mu asked hesitantly, "...what are you doing with Yuan Lai's support stick today?"

Mentioning this, Yan Qiujing was angry and annoyed: "Xiao Lin took it! I just picked it up and blocked the camera! Ah——I'm crazy!"

Ling Mu said helplessly: "Congratulations to Mr. Yan for mentioning the trending search."

"...I'm going to commit suicide." Yan Qiu Jingsheng said indifferently.

When Ling Mu sent Yan Qiujing away and returned to the backstage, the make-up artist on the stage saw him stunned, and said in trepidation: "...It's over, am I heavy-handed? It doesn't seem that popular on the stage?"

Ling Mu subconsciously looked in the mirror, the flush on his cheeks hadn't faded, he raised his hand and rubbed his hot ears, and said to her, "...it's a little hot."