【Kip】Silent cohabitation

—A long time ago, Kirilenko decided to die.

"I'm actually depressed too."

The tone is flat as if it is a long, long time ago.

Putin didn't even react, and it took a while to look back at Kirilen with his eyes wide open.Kirilenko stroked his back and took him into his arms again.

"Probably in high school, even if you got the first place in the class, you were not happy at all."

He felt Putin pull his legs back.

"For this kind of thing, there is no need for any major event to drag you into the abyss."

"It's accumulated bit by bit."

"When you always encounter bad things, people will become very negative."

Kirilenko babbled on, Putin didn't know why, but he also knew that Kirilenko wanted to talk, so he crossed his legs and listened obediently.

Putin leaned his back against Kirilenko's chest and raised his eyes to see his angular profile.

Kirilenko talked for a long time, from when he was a high school student in a baggy school uniform to now, with Putin in his arms.

Putin listened, saying yes from time to time.

Kirilenko lowered his head, met Putin's gaze, and kissed him.

What I want to say has never been how miserable my depression has been over the past few years.

I just wanted to say,

before meeting you,

I'm not dead yet,

Great.

Putin noticed the change in Kirilenko's mood after watching the movie, and raised his neck to respond to Kirilenko's kiss.

Kirilenko's tongue flicked across Putin's topic forcefully.Putin closed his eyes in irritation.Kirilenko kissed the corner of his mouth again, kissed the tip of his nose, and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

In the film, Veronica decides to die, and wakes up to find herself lying naked in the hospital.

The former Kirilenko also decided to die, and went to the hospital by himself after waking up.

There are some things that you will never know the feeling if you have not experienced it.

Veronica ignited the most extreme enthusiasm for life in the last week of her life.

Kikolenko was thinking, he is almost 30 years old, conservatively estimated to live to 80 years old, and devote the remaining 50 years to love.

Kirilenko has always been an emotional person,

Under the New Year's fireworks night sky,

Men and women kiss and hug,

Kirilenko's eyes were wet,

bustling down,

People are lonelier than fireworks.

When Kirilenko locked himself at home and flipped through a book, he once read a sentence from Goethe.

Mature people always think about how to die.

Kirilenko's lingering kisses on Putin's neck continued, but the memories in his mind moved forward calmly.The comfortable eyes of the person in his arms were narrowed, and his hands involuntarily climbed onto Kirilenko's back.

Putin felt the piety, desolation, and solemnity of Kirilenko's kiss.

Kirilenko put his hands behind Putin's back, penetrated into his clothes, lifted them up, touched the red rope around Putin's neck with his fingers, and twisted it tightly.Putin was strangled and his waist was twisted, and Kirilenko held down his thigh.

"I've never liked myself."

"I will always love you."

He said.

Kirilenko's hand began to pull on Putin's body, spreading his big palm around Putin's waist, and the other hand passed under Putin's neck to pinch the man's chin, making him raise his head to kiss him.

Putin clearly felt Kirilenko's temperature rise.

The young man was not against the affair, since he chose Kirilenko, he was also mentally prepared for it.

The boy straightened his neck, squeezed Kirilenko's ears, and exhaled hot air.

On the contrary, Kirilenko was startled and changed his original intention of not going to the end. The kiss on the side of his neck was as violent as a downpour.

The cotton home clothes on Putin's upper body were removed, revealing his lean upper body.Kirilenko buried his head in nibbling and licking Pushu's collarbone.Putin stared at the ceiling, and let out a whimper like a small animal from his throat.

Kirilenko heard his voice for the first time.

Kirilenko has imagined the voice of a teenager more than once, especially when he was watching a TV variety show when the boy group on TV shouted his name vigorously.

He began to imagine the boy opening and closing his lips, calling his name.

Such as clear springs washing mountains and rocks, and fresh wind blowing bells.

The gnawing on the neck became more and more ruthless, and Putin's voice became crying.

The wet touch went down, kissed the plum on the chest, and swirled around the navel.

Putin's hand gripped the pillow tightly, and the stimulation was strong enough for the unmarried first brother, so that he didn't even notice that his pants had been taken off.

Vulnerabilities are being fondled, and Putin's curved body is like a fish struggling from lack of oxygen.

His fingers stuck to the white turbidity that had just been released and slipped into the backyard. Putin put his elbow on Kirilenko's chest because of the pain.

Kirilenko kissed his chin, bit his earlobe and gritted his teeth gently.

Perhaps it was because of fear, but Putin was very well-behaved. He took a deep breath in Kirilenko's arms, relaxed little by little, and let Kirilenko manipulate him.

The moment Kirilenko entered his body, Putin was suddenly sad.

Kirilenko always likes to talk in his ear. In the morning, he leans into his ear and says good morning, and I love you when he hugs his ear.

But this time he didn't say a word.

As sensitive as he is, how can he not feel the sadness in it, even if he can't penetrate it.

The richness of ambiguity, the thickness of sadness.

Putin couldn't help but buried his head in Kirilenko's neck, crying loudly.

He doesn't want to say it's okay, and he doesn't want to say I love you.

He only wanted to taste Kirilenko's name ten times, twenty times, many times.

Ordinary people say that the spring night is short, but at this moment it is as long as a stone blooming flowers.

Kirilenko moved slowly, tilted his head and kissed Putin's ear delicately.

do not Cry,

I am here.

In this world, it is always the tenderness of cruel people that hurts.

Putin thought of such a sentence at the last moment when he fell asleep.

Kirilenko leaned back on the bed, dazed.He didn't expect that he would do this with Putin.

A couple's first time is usually full of highlights, but this one was very dull.

Kirilenko reached out to catch the corner of the quilt that had slipped off Putin's shoulders, feeling suddenly apologetic.

When Putin woke up the next day, Kirilenko was paddling beside him.

Seeing that he was awake, Kirilenko leaned over and kissed his red and swollen eyes.

Putin glanced at the time displayed on the top of the tablet and found that it was almost noon.

[Don't you need to do a live broadcast? ] Putin looked at Kirilenko with the most godlike inquiry.Kirilenko shook his head and said, "I won't do it in the future."

Maybe because he thought Putin buried his face in the quilt so cute that only his eyes were exposed, Kirilenko also imitated putting his face on the bed sheet.

"I won't do it in the future. I will only write dry goods in the future, and I won't write emotional columns."

Puzzled, Putin approached Kirilenko like a caterpillar under the blanket.

Kirilenko showed Putin the sunniest smile in this period, hugged Putin and rolled together.

I have exposed my most vulnerable side to you, and I can no longer trust anyone.

-TBC