Chasing King

Yan Sikong felt his mouth dry and his heart was beating wildly. He felt that Fengye's warm and soft lips were lingering around his neck, and his arms around his waist were constantly tightening, as if to combine them.

The images that once resisted death and lingering were released from the sealed memory and poured into my mind.

A man has seven passions and six desires. He puts the most useless sexual desire to the minimum. When he was young, he wandered in the world and became an official among the young people. He went into the brothels of Zhumen countless times, but he always restrained himself from being dominated by desires, no matter whether he was male or female. There is only one person who can't restrain himself and doesn't want to restrain himself. He has experienced the bliss of the world.

This man had given him pure and unreserved affection, pushed him into the abyss, defended the city for him, blocked the arrow, and gave up the throne.

Painful entanglement for half a lifetime, they are still each other's "reluctant".

Now this man is hugging him tightly. Every kiss that falls on his skin is like a burning fire, arousing his long frozen desire.

He struggled to turn around in Fengye's arms, put his hand against his broad chest, and stared at Fengye's eyes full of spring without blinking.

Fengye is like a wolf who has been hungry for a long time and finally sees its prey. His eyes twinkle warmly. But under Yan Sikong's gaze, his urgency becomes hesitant, and the hesitation gradually turns to disappointment. He droops his eyes, unwilling to let go, but he does not dare to be reckless. He whispered, "spare time, don't you want to?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye deeply: "I'm just worried about your injury."

"My injury has healed." Feng Ye's drooping eyebrows and eyes said, "if you don't want to, how can I force you? You don't need any excuse."

"Why should I make excuses?" Yan think empty don't feel to pull tight to seal the wild dress front, scold a way, "if isn't you willful and reckless, your wound should have been good early."

Mentioning this, Feng Ye was somewhat guilty. He bowed his head and did not speak.

"Dare you? His Royal Highness the king of Zhenbei. " Yan Sikong, seeing Fengye's awkward appearance, is quite different from Zhenbei Wang, who is domineering and cold in front of others. He can't help laughing, but he can't bear to laugh.

"I dare not." Feng Ye reluctantly relaxed the clamp on Yan Sikong and said stuffily.

Yan Sikong gently picks up the corners of his lips. He takes a deep breath, gathers a few points forward, and whispers in Fengye's ear: "Shizi."

Feng Ye was stunned and didn't react at all.

The next moment, the distant memory suddenly hit, and a young voice sounded in his ear - "if you dare to call me" son of the world "in private, I will kiss you."

Seal wild eye socket a heat, hold Yan think the back of the empty head, ruthlessly blocked that soft lip!

Yan Sikong embraces Feng Ye's neck with both hands and responds with emotion.

The four lip petals toss and suck warmly and rudely, their soft and wet tongues entangle each other more flexibly, greedy for each other's breath, and pour out unspeakable desire.

Feng Ye bent over and picked up Yan Sikong, nibbling his lower lip, strode to the bed, and put the man on the bed. At the same time, his tall body was also pressed down.

The kiss has been confusing. Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face and his heart beat as fast as a drum. He panted and said, "this day It's still on... "

"So what." Feng Ye took off Yan Si's hairpin and let his dark hair spread in the mattress. His eyes were burning and he said, "what's the difference between day and night? I can fuck you all the time, I can reverse your day and night Free time, you know how much I miss you

Yan Sikong gazed at Fengye's sharp and deep wolf eyes: "now tell me."

Feng Ye rips open Yan Sikong's clothes. Although he had been prepared, his heart was still tightened when he saw the ferocious scar again.

Yan Sikong's expression was also a little uncomfortable. He didn't feel any obstacle to these injuries on weekdays. Besides, he was embarrassed when he exposed his body, no matter who he was in front of.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand and stroked the burned skin with his slender fingers, inch by inch, little by little.

"No more pain." Yan Sikong said softly, but he didn't know whether he was talking about Fengye or himself.

It's over. It doesn't hurt.

Feng Ye's eyes are sour. He imagines that Yan Sikong is burned by the fire. At the same time, he feels that his inner world is burning. Every time he sees these scars, he has to recall all the experiences of the people he cherishes most, and the culprit is himself.

It will be the biggest penalty of his life.

Feng Ye leaned down, pasted his thin lip on the ferocious skin, and gently and solemnly kissed him. If he could heal Yan Sikong's injury, he would do anything.

It's a pity who can rewrite the past.

Feng Ye kisses Yan Sikong and takes off his clothes one by one. He sees the burn marks clinging to Yan Sikong's chest, back, arms and legs like poisonous vines. His heart is too painful to breathe. His kisses are shaking. His eyes are red and almost in tears.

Feng Ye raised his head and looked ashamed. He choked: "Kong er..."Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's face in his hands and said, "Nan Yu has a lot of wounds, and you are the same. A good man is fighting everywhere. Every scar is a soldier's glory. You look down on me."

"I..." Feng Ye bit his lip.

"Don't you think it's ugly?"

"No!"

Yan Si Kong light smile, touched the lips of Feng Ye: "I also feel very prestige." His hand was pasted with Feng Ye's open mind, and there was a ferocious arrow wound there. From it was a blood hole, to its repeated tearing, and now to the complete Changhe, everything that happened during that time, every word they said was vividly remembered.

The reason why there is scar after wound healing is to make people not forget the past, but the reason why wound healing is to make people continue to move forward. Yan Sikong whispered, "we don't have to look at these injuries."

Feng Ye affectionately held Yan Sikong's lips again. He called "kong'er" vaguely between his lips and teeth, and dropped the kiss on his jaw, neck and chest. His big hand swam gently all over him.

Yan Sikong feels that his body is getting hotter and hotter. With every touch of Fengye, he is restless.

Feng Ye's kisses rained down, as if he wished he could kiss all over his body. Everywhere he went, there was a fire.

When Feng Ye put Yan Si's empty and soft sexual organ into his mouth, his body could not help shivering. He grasped the bed tightly with both hands, and felt that his blood was pouring down. The long-standing pleasure came. The vivid memories of the past appeared in front of his eyes. Under the double attack of memory and the present, his reaction became more and more intense.

Feng Ye buries his head in Yan Sikong's lower body, teasing the already stiff girl. Yan Sikong keeps straightening his waist, and the numbness of pleasure comes to him frequently. He moans low in his mouth. His legs unconsciously want to tighten up, but Feng Ye presses his knees and forces him to separate. Feng Ye licked the root of the organ to the top with the tip of his tongue, then repeatedly licked the sensitive horse's eye, and then quickly breathed. After several times, Yan Sikong shuddered and felt the palpitation of his body, which made Feng Ye feel more satisfied.

"Well Feng Ye... " Yan Sikong bit his lip and writhed. He wanted to escape and send himself deeper to Fengye. His pleasure became stronger and stronger. He hadn't tasted * * for a long time, and finally he couldn't resist the wave rushing towards his lower body. He said, "Fengye, enough You... "

Feng Ye feels that Yan Sikong is out of control, but he doesn't evade. Instead, he breathes more quickly, pushing Yan Sikong to the peak, making him shoot like that.

Yan Sikong's body was shocked, and his throat gave out a suppressed chant. The thick white body fluid sprayed Fengye's mouth and face.

Yan Sikong was so shy that he could hardly see Feng Ye's face. He just wanted to curl up.

Feng Ye vomited out the mucus in his mouth, wiped his face again, leaned over and pressed on the top of Yan Si's empty head, and joked: "is empty a little too fast?"

Yan Sikong said angrily, "shut up."

Feng Ye licked the corner of his mouth, pushed his knee between Yan Sikong's legs, and at the same time, he fell on him, making him feel full and hot.

The objects in the abdomen are as hard as iron, which makes Yan Sikong freeze.

"I won't be so quick." Feng Ye straightened his waist, put his hand between Yan Sikong's thighs, and drilled his sticky fingers into his buttocks. "I'll let you float and sink with me, just like before."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and hugged Feng Ye's neck. The finger that pierced into the back acupoint brought strong discomfort. The area that had not been invaded for a long time had become astringent, but the memory of his body was gradually awakened. He unconsciously opened his legs and allowed Feng Ye's fingers to enter and expand in the place that was hard to speak of.

Yan Sikong's body is very hot, and Feng Ye's body is also very hot. They fit together, as if they are about to burn in the next moment. Just when the desire for fire is getting hotter, Feng Ye's patience reaches the limit. He greatly separates Yan Sikong's legs, and eagerly probes into the place he has been longing for.

Yan Sikong screamed bitterly, and his body became tense. Feng Ye moved slowly, kissing Yan Sikong's cheek and coaxing him in a soft voice: "Kong Er, relax, I will never hurt you, don't be afraid..."

Yan Sikong frowned, shook his head, and locked his fingers with Feng Ye. He couldn't tell whether he was resisting or inviting. He only felt that the sexual organ in the back acupoint was slowly advancing and expanding. The pain mixed with joy made him sing hoarsely.

When Yan Sikong finally accepted Fengye's long and thick meat blade, it was like the beginning of an endless expedition.

Feng Ye fixed Yan Sikong's waist, which gradually changed from slow in and out to powerful * *. He pushed * * into the wet and soft corridor with his strong waist, and each time he inserted * * was deep, fast and heavy.

As soon as Yan Sikong got used to the frightening size, he met Fengye's powerful force. His two long legs were pressed on both sides of his body by Fengye, and the door was wide open, allowing the ferocious yang to enter and leave freely. He could not help bending up his waist and curling up his toes. His genitals stood up again, and his mouth murmured unbearably."Ah Well Feng Ye... " Yan Sikong's body was shaken and his voice was shattered.

"Spare time, my spare time..." Feng Ye gasps, his face flushes and his eyes are congested. His eyes are full of brutality and danger. His eyes, his heart and even his body can only feel one person, the man who makes him crazy, obsessed and desperate.

They are gradually attacked by the sense of pleasure. Feng Ye is frantically pumping at the charming red wet soft place. Every time, it seems that he wants to pierce Yan Sikong. Yan Sikong has already succumbed to the desire of grinding people. He is so distracted that he makes an unbelievable obscene call.

They haven't felt each other for a long time. Their repressed desire is like a bound beast. At the moment of being released, they burst out with amazing power. Their minds were stripped out of their minds. Their * * were madly intertwined. The ultimate pleasure made them feel as if they were in a void. There were no things in the world, no people, only each other Between, the only clear only to each other that through pain and despair, but still can not extinguish the fire of love.

Feng Ye's great desire makes him not like a person who has just recovered, or even a person. He tirelessly engraves his own traces inside and outside Yan Sikong's body.

Yan Sikong was tortured to the edge of defeat by the crazy pleasure, and he began to cry for mercy: "Feng, Feng Ye No Ah, ah Don't No more... "

The sound was tantamount to aphrodisiac for Feng Ye, which completely awakened the beast in his body, made him constantly ask for and plunder Yan Sikong, and unconsciously poured out: "you are mine Free time You are my Forever It's mine... "

Yan Sikong has been in a coma several times and sober several times. He moans and cries. He opens his body to Fengye unreservedly in exchange for the attack of * * which he can hardly bear. Finally, he can only fall into the abyss of * * together with Fengye

-

Yan Sikong opened his eyes again, it was dawn.

His eyes were swollen, his throat was hoarse, his brain was buzzing, and his body was so sore that he could hardly move. When he woke up, he was at a loss.

Then, many erotic pictures appeared in front of her eyes. Yan Sikong suddenly felt red in face and ears, and groaned in his mouth.

Feng Ye, who was reading by the bed, lowered his head: "empty, you wake up."

When Yan Sikong heard the voice, he could not help but blush.

Feng Ye leaned down, followed Yan Sikong's long hair with his hand, and said with a smile: "you've been sleeping for a long time, are you too tired?"

Yan Si scolded him secretly. He can still remember that Fengye made him toss from afternoon to dark, and then he didn't let him go all night. He can't even remember when he fainted.

Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's face with his cheek and said vaguely: "did you neglect to practice martial arts? Last night, he asked me for mercy..."

Yan Sikong pushed away his face and said indistinctly, "no, it's not proper."

"I want some system." Feng Ye turned over and lay down, holding Yan Sikong in his arms, "I want my spare time."

Yan Sikong's body was so soft that he couldn't make any effort. He could only hold it, and his eyelids were too lazy to lift it up.

Feng Ye printed one kiss after another on his forehead: "are you hungry or not? I'm waiting for you to have dinner together."

"Not hungry."

"I watched you for a long time when you were asleep." Feng Ye said softly in Yan Sikong's ear, "looking at you, I feel that you haven't changed much. It seems that you can imagine what you look like when you are old."

Yan Sikong said lazily, "what does it look like?"

"He must be an old man with noble bearing and noble spirit." Feng Ye finished and laughed.

"And you?" Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing.

"I'm sure I'm as powerful as I am now." Feng Ye said with a low smile, "I really want to see you become an old man."

"I don't want to."

"But we will see it one day." Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong's back, "we've seen each other's childhood. We've met again in our youth. Now we have to work hand in hand for a lifetime. I'll have you all my life, and you'll have me all your life. How nice."

In the hollow of Yan Si, sweetness and bitterness suddenly welled up: "well, all my life Good, good. "

"All my life." Feng Ye holds Yan Sikong in his arms and says it solemnly.

A lifetime is short and long, as short as a white head in the blink of an eye, but long enough to hold so many faults, regrets, failures and pains. I still need to meet so many people and go through so many things in my life. If I can really fulfill the promise of "a lifetime", what kind of luck would it be.

Life is too hard, but they have to try.