Wildfire Mambo

The incandescent lamp wrapped Jian Zhuo, making the child look radiant. He blushed when he was provoked by Zhou Shuchen's words, and said, forget it if you don't commit a crime.It was like a vine growing at night, climbing up Zhou Shuchen's back, lying on the side of his neck and saying to him, what should I do, now my mind is full of yellow waste.

In fact, it's not just now, he's been a little bewildered recently.

Some time ago, he went to Guangzhou. He went all the way back from the show to the small hotel in the suburbs of Foshan. When he walked to the door, there were many bright pink business cards lying on the dim street lights, with girls of various cup sizes on them. , It just rained, and the mud covered it, it looked a little sad, he picked up one, and at that time he was still excited because of the girl's body.

Now, probably now, Jane thought.

He doesn't feel that he is a homosexual through and through, at least not now, he has nothing to do with this word at all when he is five miles away from Zhou Shuchen.At that time, Jian Zhuo was still very confused, lying on the small damp bed in the hotel, listening to the lingering sound of the poor sound insulation in the next room, and there were footsteps coming and going in the crack of the door.He stretched out his hand to take out the dirty card again, thinking: Will Zhou Shuchen also have such a time.

Zhou Shuchen called him that night, and all the songs randomly cut to the tablet were steam waves, and he turned up the volume again, trying to cover up the sound of the shaking bed over there.

He searched for the moldy wooden bedside table and found two boxes of condoms, half a pack of Nephrite Jade, and six plastic lighters, red, orange, yellow, green, purple, and blue.Jane lit a cigarette with a blue lighter.

The cigarette holder is wet and has a subtle salty taste, as if it has been wet with tears.But no one has been to this hotel for so long, and it is probably only Foshan and him who shed tears. They just think the smoke is choking.

It is a bit surprising, but this is the first time he has evolved from second-hand smoke to first-hand smoke.

But this milestone leap forward can no longer brag to Zhou Shuchen, he is afraid that Dr. Zhou will call him a little bastard.

Jian Zhuo leaned back, some soot fell on his skin, it was burning.

He began to wonder why Zhou Shuchen got used to such a smell.

Zhou Shuchen, who was next to his ear, heard the background music he played publicly, smiled at the other end, and said, what are you doing, playing disco.

Zhou Shuchen is probably the only one in the world who doesn't know that he is sexy. He is sexy everywhere. The veined back of his hand, his sharp outline, his deep voice, and the mole at the end of his eyebrows are at a delicate junction between maturity and youthfulness.Jian Zhuo didn't know if the radio waves could also be affected by the humid sea breeze in Guangdong. He felt that Zhou Shuchen's voice today sounded sticky and trembling, like kisses lingering in his ears one after another with hot mist.

Fuck your fucking Di, have sex inside your head, Jian Zhuo thought vaguely.

He smoked lightly, put his head into the back of the pillow that smelled of damp and musty, his body was arched and trembling constantly, his messy breathing was buried in the cotton with his efforts.

While listening to Zhou Shuchen's vague whispers before going to bed, he smoked the smoke that Zhou Shuchen had kissed, comforting himself.This sense of immorality is very strange, no wonder people like cheating.

The semen was everywhere, hanging in the bed and splashing in the palm of the hand, Jian Zhuo was stunned for a moment, his body stood still, recalling which step was wrong to lead to the current situation, and then he began to feel that Zhou Shuchen was wrong It's time to speak.

He burned a scar on his thigh with a burning cigarette, it didn't hurt very much, it was no worse than a tattoo, but he still felt confused, wondering what he really was.

Sex is not shameful.This point is actually simple and clear.

He was just frightened, he was afraid of frightening Doctor Xiao Zhou over there because of his emotions that went against the default.

Zhou Shuchen always uses "you are still very young" to prevaricate Jian Zhuo and himself, but that is just his own opinion. If Jian Zhuo insists on talking, a friend in his circle who is three months younger than him has just become a father.

After he came out to live, he worked as an MC in a nightclub, and he saw a lot of things. Perhaps the dimmed light blurred his sense of responsibility, and the people there lived wantonly and happily.He thinks that men and women are probably like this, they have a lot of emotions and want to find someone to confide in, just in different forms.

Jian Zhuo felt that he had to release this emotion now, the domineering emotion that had taken up all his other space recently.So Jian Zhuo stretched out his hand towards Zhou Shuchen, and said to him, Doctor Zhou, can you help me, please help me.

Zhou Shuchen didn't speak, and pressed his finger on the child's inconspicuous brow bone, and the expression on his face couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow.

Chunmeng overflowed from the hot water in the bathtub, complacently, and grabbed Zhou Shuchen's entire trousers.

Jian Zhuo pulled off the thick trousers soaked in water, and in this misty bathroom, hugged Zhou Shuchen's neck and kissed him eagerly and sticky, like a fish that landed on the shore.

Sometimes he couldn't understand why his courage was always more than expected, but Jian Zhuo decided to attribute this behavior to animal instinct.

Like now, Zhou Shuchen is still well-dressed, while he is only wearing a large navy blue Tang suit, with two thin legs hanging bare, but still stepping on a pair of blue and white AJs.

He looked at Zhou Shuchen dimly, and sat down on the edge of the overflowing bathtub, his legs were shaking straight because he couldn't step on the ground: "I want to take a bath, but you keep kissing me."

Zhou Shuchen smiled lightly, turned around and looked like he was about to leave.

Jian Zhuo stretched out her leg and hooked Zhou Shuchen's knee, pulled him closer, and looked at him with eyes open.

"But I think you don't really want me to go out." Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows, leaned down and got closer to meet Jian Zhuo's eyes.

Jian Zhuo bent his eyes, bit Zhou Shuchen's chin, and grinned.

"Jane Zhuo, I think you're drunk."

The person concerned shook his head innocently, as if the braids were still on his head: "I don't."

As if asking for proof, he pulled off Zhou Shuchen's collar again, tilted his head and licked Zhou Shuchen's tongue with his tongue, and when he touched the little bit of alcohol, he withdrew gently, and said vaguely between his lips: "You are the one who drank. "

Zhou Shuchen squinted his eyes, picked him up, hugged him in his arms, carried him straight to the bedroom, and the water filled with hot mist fell from Jian Zhuo's Achilles tendon, bit by bit. The ground dripped all the way.

The shirt was so wet that Jian Zhuo made it lie on Zhou Shuchen's skin, revealing some flesh color.

Jian Zhuo exerted all his strength and pulled Zhou Shuchen down on the bed, so that Zhou Shuchen had to support him with his elbows subconsciously.He hooked Zhou Shuchen's neck, and rubbed back and forth on Zhou Shuchen's waist with his hips straight, like a tacky little bitch.

He climbed onto Zhou Shuchen's body, and ambiguously took out a box of Ruanyuxi and a black-gray lighter from his windbreaker pocket.

Jian Zhuo turned over and rode to Zhou Shuchen's waist, took out a cigarette and lit it under Zhou Shuchen's sight, and put it in front of his lips unskillfully.

The cigarette holder was wet again, from the hot water he had just soaked in the bathtub.

"Zhou Shuchen, you called me last time in Foshan, but do you know what I'm doing?" Jian Zhuo choked again in a daze.

Zhou Shuchen didn't answer, as if he was waiting patiently, just like he used to.He squinted his eyes at the child in front of him, put his hands on the underside of Jian Zhuo's ribs, and felt that Jian Zhuo's waist was thinner than all the girls he had ever seen.The tactile feeling is jagged, which is unique to the airs of teenagers.

Jian Zhuo looked away without a trace, took a cigarette in his mouth, pulled down his wet white underwear, and jumped out with his red-lit penis, and landed on Zhou Shuchen's shirt showing his abdominal muscles in a daze.

He didn't look at Zhou Shuchen's reaction now, but just fiddled with his things in front of Zhou Shuchen, just like what he did in that damp Foshan hotel.

"That's it." Jane was blushing, like a freshly picked tomato, and her voice trembled slightly: "Listen to your voice, smoke your cigarette, and think of you hugging me."

I don't know if it's because of another one being watched this time, Jian Zhuo became overly sensitive, obviously he didn't feel that his hands had such magic power before.Before he touched it a few times, the top began to glisten with water, and the sticky liquid dripped down the column, and the panting escaped from the slightly parted lips became moist and mixed with smoke, his eyes were red, "That's how I'm obsessed with you, do you think I'm disgusting?"

Zhou Shuchen hugged his back, straightened up and looked at him lightly, "Ask the question knowingly."

Jian Zhuo twisted on the side of Zhou Shuchen's neck like a small animal, and the movements of his hands stopped slowly. He straightened his waist and rubbed against Zhou Shuchen's waist, as if to win affection.

The wide open navy blue Tang suit hung on Jian Zhuo's bone frame, and behind it was the slightly rolled-up yellowed wallpaper. Jian Zhuo used his strength to support Zhou Shuchen's palms limply, like a piece of paper that had been tuned. Ultramarine blue wiped away with a color knife.

Zhou Shuchen wrapped Jian Zhuo's hand with his big hand, leading Jian Zhuo's hand.Zhou Shuchen's palm was cool, and when he touched the scorching cylinder, Jian Zhuo was shocked, and went straight to Zhou Shuchen's arms.

The slender, beautiful and sacred hands that Jian Zhuo used to covet repeatedly, at this moment, stroked back and forth on his dirty penis with lewd fluid, which made Jian Zhuo feel ashamed and ashamed, really It's about to burn.

The fingertips ran over the end of the pillar with thin calluses, causing numbness like a torrent of shock, Jian Zhuo let out a low breath, slightly bent her slender legs, and hooked Zhou Shuchen's back with a sense of instability.

He buried his whole face in Zhou Shuchen's shoulder, followed Zhou Shuchen's movements with a sticky cry, twisted his waist slightly, and sent it to Zhou Shuchen's hand as if he couldn't eat his feet.

Hearing Zhou Shuchen smiled lightly on top of his head, Jian Zhuo shrank back in shame, clutching Zhou Shuchen's front like a piece of driftwood for a drowning man.He looked at Zhou Shuchen's smiling eyes, leaned up to kiss him, bit his lower lip and said vaguely, "It's so comfortable, so cool, brother, why is your hand so comfortable."

Jian Zhuo found that every time he called Brother Zhou Shuchen, Zhou Shuchen would obey him more as if surrendering, so he called out shyly, saying brother, brother, touch me more.

Zhou Shuchen realized that the child was a complete bastard, he took the cigarette from Jian Zhuo's hand, and held it between his lips, the smoke drifted out from the gap between his teeth.Zhou Shuchen's subordinates sped up for a while, even ignoring Jian Zhuo's kicking legs, reaching out to hold his slender ankle, while the other hand was still stroking his sensitive coronal groove back and forth.The sound of the water became more slippery and louder, Jian Zhuo whimpered and bit Zhou Shuchen's shoulder, and his canine teeth left two dark red depressions on Zhou Shuchen's shoulder.

The painful and relaxing nicotine wrapped in tar exploded into stars in front of Jian Zhuo's eyes, like saltpeter and sulfur, and also like the big bang of the origin of the universe. Venus scattered all over the sky in his small world, and his whole body was in awe. Curled up, hugged Zhou Shuchen tightly and trembled.

The liquid was thick and thick, sporadically jumped up and grabbed the dark blue tassels, some splashed on Jian Zhuoying's white belly, and some remained in Zhou Shuchen's palm.Jian Zhuo collapsed backwards on the head of the bed, his vision was a bit blurred, only the wardrobe was pure black, the wall against it was slightly yellowed with dark lines, the windows were also dusty as if covered in fog, and the ceiling hanging above his head Every crystal stored his flushed face.He didn't dare to take a closer look, inhaled and exhaled like drowning, and lowered his eyes to Zhou Shuchen, his eyes were glued and moist, like a July day in the rainy season in Chengdu.

At this moment, Zhou Shuchen unexpectedly felt that Jian Zhuo was very similar to Lolita in his mind, and chewing gum could completely stick his heart away.

As if reacting, Jian Zhuo's head was burning red, and he quickly tore off his clothes to destroy the corpse, although he didn't want to take off his shirt completely at first.

He has always felt that his body is not very good-looking, neither tall nor too thin, with distinct floating ribs, and all kinds of tattoos coiled on it, looking at the full-length mirror, Jian Zhuo often feels like he has finished drafting and was thrown into the garbage in the studio Broken paintings in the pile.

Being criticized by ordinary people has become commonplace. Only Zhou Shuchen told him that he is cool, and the tattoos all over his body are cool. Well, of course, he decided to attribute this comment to realtalk.

Before he came back to his senses, he was completely locked between his chest and the head of the bed. Zhou Shuchen spread his hands in front of him jokingly, and then slowly inserted the white-stained fingers into his lips and tongue , unexpectedly tough and brutal.

Jian Zhuo was dazed, facing Zhou Shuchen's sharp eyebrows, his body became weaker for a while, he sucked obediently, and then gently hooked Zhou Shuchen's fingertips with his tongue.

"...not tasty." Jian Zhuo squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue, expressing his opinion in a matter-of-fact manner.

Zhou Shuchen raised his eyebrows, and pressed Jian Zhuo's tongue to force him to open his mouth wider.The saliva trickled down from the corner of his mouth, making Jian Zhuo a little embarrassed.

He was sitting in Zhou Shuchen's arms, how could he not feel Zhou Shuchen's reaction, Jian Zhuo lifted himself up and hung it on Zhou Shuchen's neck, softly calling him brother and Doctor Zhou.

Zhou Shuchen pulled a few pieces of paper and wiped the dirty child clean, then kissed his forehead in the night, smiled playfully in his hopeful eyes, and said, the little ancestor is asleep.

Jian Zhuo was dissatisfied with this subjective judgment, "Fuck, Zhou Shuchen, are you human?"

Before the smoke was burnt to the end, Zhou Shuchen had already pressed it out. He gently strangled Jian Zhuo's neck, as if threatening. He seldom spoke to Jian Zhuo in such a tone: "Don't study indiscriminately."

Jian Zhuo was not afraid of him at all, just in such a posture, suddenly seemed to think of something, laughed and said: "Brother, is this called Guanyin sitting on the lotus?"