【Asongichi Kara】Grow up

11

The hollow arm was chafed.When he entered the door, he was still chattering as usual, for a while it was "how is it, are you surprised by my sudden appearance?"It felt like hanging a beating stopwatch between the eyebrows, which made Kazumatsu unbearable.He held the opponent's arm and closed Kong Song's mouth with only one movement, not with a fist, but with a forehead that was directly on Kong Song's forehead.He looked at Kongsong, and lowered half of his listless eyelids as usual to hide the twinkle in his pupils.

"Shut up," Yisong said in a low voice, "stop acting."

Kong Song stood there blankly, the smile on his face was like a piece of gauze lightly covering the surface, they were too close to each other, so they couldn't focus on each other's eyes.What expression should I put on?Kong Song sighed and closed his mouth.

"I've seen it a long time ago..." Yisong withdrew his head, turned his head away, and left behind these words.

It is not impossible for Kong Song to turn back to the original guy who was in unbearable pain overnight.It's really not a difficult thing to do.Because whether it was Kong Song who put on that incompatible posture to flaunt his own personality before, or Kong Song who washed off all the colors on his body in order to cooperate with other brothers, it was just a replacement for the stage of the script in his hand. actor.

A real person is much more complicated and difficult to understand than that.If you want to understand a person, you need many misunderstandings, many quarrels, and many injuries. For Yisong, who is not good at communicating with people, this is simply a huge difficulty.That's why I said that Kong Song is a cunning guy.

For a troublesome person like him, his way of thinking is different from ordinary people, his way of caring about people is so twisted and twisted that he can't see clearly, and his inexplicable and out-of-time gentleness.Once you gradually see clearly in the midst of extreme pain, it will quietly take root in your heart.

How can there be people like you in the world.

Yisong opened the door, and when he entered the room, he sneaked a peek at Kongsong's face, that familiar side profile, with a calm expression on it, Kongsong put away his disguise and stopped being noisy, but it still felt the same as before Losing one's soul makes one's angry state different.He looked calm and unhurried, and his movements were even faster than Yisong.Before Yisong realized it, Kongsong pulled away the bruised arm and closed the door behind his back.Now, they're standing across from each other, their phones are dead, the floor is as messy as a burglary, and all the details are lost in the silence before them—a silence that's maddening.

One swipe loosened him, and they tugged at each other and fell to the floor, surrounded by dust and musty smell.Kongsong didn't speak, and Yisong didn't intend to leave him any time to react. He skillfully fixed the opponent's arms, lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue easily squeezed into the neckline of Kongsong's coat, on his neck. A red tooth mark was left on the face.

The next action should be logical, maybe a bit rough, and Yisong himself is not a master at this kind of thing.In short - these three words came to his mind, but his arms were grabbed by Kongsong.

No effort at all, that guy was already stronger than himself.Yisong tried hard, but his arm couldn't move.The one in front of him is no longer the elder brother who was pressed under him last time, without any resistance, biting his lip and silently bearing everything.He maintained this posture, with a gentle and quiet smile in his eyes.

"Don't be brave," Kong Song said to him for no reason, as if he saw through all the secret thoughts at a glance-about, all the seemingly strong and fast offensive actions are actually to cover up inexperienced The jerky and the nervousness that almost spits out the heart.

Kongsong's hands that grabbed his arm slid down a few inches, and Yisong felt his soft fingertips crossing his sweaty palms, touching his own fingertips, intertwining, and then holding them together.

"I don't mind, not because I want to please Yisong," he said in a slow tone, "but, I want to do this with Yisong."

Then he fell slowly, laying the back of his head flat on the laundry-strewn floor, lifting his chin like a wild animal that only occasionally shows a docile expression.

"Kiss me slowly first," he said.

"Kiss me slowly first," he said.

The loose lips just covered it like that, how could it be possible to take it slowly, he thought.His movements were violent, as if he had never known that a kiss could have that kind of taste before, as if it was the kind of strawberry ripe enough to almost rot at the end of summer, it was suffocatingly sweet, full of a kind of corruption Its fragrance seems to lead people to commit crimes at any time.He knew exactly what he was going to do next, Kong Song was already frowning in his airtight kiss, saliva slipped from between their mating lips and teeth, and those uncontrollable moans passed through their tightly held hands Hands, straight to the center of the body.

Yisong felt hot all over, just like the previous time.He wanted to take off Kongsong's clothes directly.Leaving more marks on his unhealed body, he would hug his waist and watch him lie limply in the corner of the wall, his fingers trembling, his voice cracked, and more wet body fluids would flow out while shaking violently Wet the rug on my chest and cum screaming until my calves started to cramp.

He was so hard that he couldn't help but rush into the deepest part of the opponent's body immediately because he recalled the insane attitude that Kong Song had never shown to anyone before, firmly wedged at that point, driving him crazy attitude.

He loosened Kongsong's belt, and then parted Kongsong's legs after pulling down the leg of a pair of jeans.The half-taken trousers hung on the loose calf like this, and he raised it up high, trembling and unable to land because of the movement of loosening his hands to massage the genitals.

It's all men after all.Think about it.Been a virgin for so many years.Anyway, when self-blasphemy, where to touch, what strength to use, all of them are very familiar.And Kongqiao was too honest, no matter if it was confusion, relaxation, worry, or pain, all expressions on his face were undisguised. Massaging himself, while doing this for him, he hugged Yisong's waist and twisted twice, so that Yisong, who was concentrating on foreplay, almost missed his desire and ejaculated directly.He couldn't help but take a look at Kong Song's red and swollen private parts, he was very concerned from the beginning, is the wound caused by the forced entry last time really healed now?

However, Kong Song made the most terrible statement:

"Put it in, Yisong. I've already..."

So he disconnected rationally, hugged him tightly, and slipped into the deepest place with a puff.The inside of Kongsong's body was so hot, so hot, they were pressed together, and they heard each other's involuntary yelling.The organs in the body squeezed against each other, the bulging lumps of flesh filling the gaps, filling all the dark emptiness.

"Hey, it's not good..." After finally finding his voice, Yisong lowered his body and whispered in Kongsong's ear, "In the future, I might become addicted to this."

That's an utterly shameless statement.Kazumatsu tested his head, trying to ignore the familiar feeling of shame that was suddenly aroused with this line.

The person in front of him just sobbed, clutching his collar tightly, lowering his head, seeing the tears rolling in his eyes.It's true, this guy is his brother.They are brothers and sextuplets, sharing the same genes and looks with him, but trembling, trying to raise their hard limbs and sway, trying to cater to the gushing desires in both bodies.

How shameless.Ethics and morality, at this moment, collapse into the ruins like a polluted cross.

Something lightly tapped Yisong's brows, and when he came back to his senses, he found that it was Kongsong's fingers that stopped there.The other was panting, opening and closing his mouth with tears in his eyes.With the dim light of the hotel, Kazumatsu recognized that sentence.

"Don't worry, no one will care."

Because they are such people, and they have always been scum who are not looked down upon or cared about.

So there is no problem in any way.

Whether it's human relations or values, in this kind of world that the world has abandoned long ago, it is as absurd as a metaphysical theory that shouldn't exist.Just throw it away, Kong Song told Yi Song with his expression.

certainly.The words he actually uses are much warmer than that.

When they were sweating profusely, and their limbs twisted and curled up on the floor and rubbed round after round, Kong Song let his exhausted body go limp on the spot, while Yi Song injured his legs, forgetting his feelings. Beating their connected organs, the sound of sticky and wet water echoed around the walls of the room.Kong Song regained his sanity, opened his arms when Yi Song raised his head and concentrated on sprinting, and held Yi Song's cheek and called his name.

Kazumatsu stopped and looked into his lake-like eyes.

"I always feel so happy now..." Kong Song said softly.

Those words filled Yisong's body like this.He hugged Kongsong's body on the floor.All the scorching heat was sent into the warm tunnel.

—TBC—