【Kip】Silent cohabitation

Putin would now rather go back to the days when he couldn't speak.

Because Kirilenko can't wait for Putin to spit out syllables like a telegraph machine.

But Putin is used to not talking, and always likes to do his own things quietly.

At this time, Kirilenko always pinched his chin,

"say."

Putin always bared his teeth and smiled perfunctorily, then turned around and started his own business.

Kirilenko was about to lie on top of him, move his chin, pry his lips and teeth, and kiss him.

The days of Kirilenko's temptations are still going on, and that man is rarely so persistent.He always inquired about the reasons for Putin's aphasia.

Putin didn't think it was a big deal at first, and he didn't want to mention it again, and it didn't matter that Kirilenko had the right to speak.

Later, Kirilenko took him to meet acquaintances, and Leningrad came up to him with a beer and joked, "Kirilenko really cares about you, a yellow-haired little rabbit..."

Putin hadn't finished chewing the food in his mouth, and he uttered a questioning sound indistinctly.Leningrad shrugged, "When he used to talk about his girlfriend, when did he bring it over to meet friends, and all of us laughed at him as a golden house."

Leningrad blushed to the base of his neck, and turned his head to the side to fall on Putin's shoulder.

Kirilenko, who was still surrounded by drinkers over there, watched all directions and listened to all directions, and a bench that threw Leningrad aside with great strides.

The two finally broke free and walked home, while the toy vendors began to close their stalls.Putin took Kirilenko's hand to buy the last box of Truth or Jenga.

While Kirilenko was taking a shower, Putin put the piece of truth in the most unsafe place.

Of course, Putin pulled out a piece of wood, and the whole building collapsed on the tiled floor.

Like a puppy, Putin pulled the blanket on the sofa, and imitated that afternoon, draped the blanket over his body and hugged Kirilenko behind his back.

"Story time."

At first, Kirilenko still carried in his heart the unreserved joy of his lover.

Later, Putin's words were stained with blood and carried the word "death".

He never wanted to hear it again.

He tore down the person who was still lying on his shoulder chattering, with red eyes but still staring at the ceiling desperately, his left hand was still able to put the blanket under the person's body leisurely.He opened his mouth and bit Putin's Adam's apple, and then stretched his hands down his waistline.

The two rolled from the floor to the sofa and finally lay back on the ground, but Putin continued his story while pinching the gap between the kisses.Kirilenko's body was released only once, and it got stuck in the hole.The two foreheads touched each other.

"Stop it," he said.

Putin propped himself up and looked at Kirilenko, and managed to catch his breath. He spoke at the fastest speed since he learned to speak,

"If your whole family goes on a trip and everyone dies overnight except you, whose mother wants to go back to the past with you!"

Before Kirilenko could move, he spit out the first foul language in so many years, and then he was completely penetrated.Putin was so excited that he bit Kirilenko's collarbone.

That's it, that's it,

Don't irritate, don't overdo it.

After that night, Kirilenko refused to leave Putin for a single step.

Sometimes Putin wants to go back to sleep in his own room, and when he turns around, he can see Kirilenko wrapped in his quilt and reading a book.

Putin occasionally has a class reunion, and when he turns on his mobile phone, he can receive Kirilenko telling him that he is in the coffee shop next door.

In the past, at most, he would hook his fingers outside, but now he was rubbed into his arms at every turn.

Putin raised his foot and stepped on Kirilenko's knee.Taking advantage of the pain and bending over, Putin grabbed his collar.

"I have the right to tell a fairy tale, and I don't need you to pity me."

Kirilenko's eyes were on the same level as Putin's, and the boy's eyes were full of unceasing flashes of freedom.

The man's heart was touched again.

Leaning up to catch someone's lips.

Forget it,

Don't accept it, don't think about mistakes.

-END

Don't vent your anger, don't go wrong: from "The Analects of Confucius Yong Ye"

The general idea is that you should not transfer your unhappiness to others, and do not make the same mistake twice.