Chasing King

Feng Ye holds Yan Sikong in his arms and strides to his bedroom. He orders, "go and prepare hot water and tea for drinking."

Yan Si Kong will be on the collapse, Feng Ye carefully tucked in his quilt angle, frowning at his scarlet face, with a few dry tears.

Did you cry? Why?

Feng Ye clenched his fist unconsciously.

Soon, Ali came in with the water.

Feng Ye said harshly, "where have you been? Why does he drink like this? "

Ah Li was struggling. He knew Feng Ye couldn't understand it, so he was worried.

"You..." Feng Ye said impatiently, "step back."

Ali dropped his hand dejectedly and bowed out.

Feng Ye dipped the cloth towel in warm water, wrung it dry, and then gently wiped Yan Sikong's frozen face.

Since they met, Yan Sikong has not been drunk. Now he is not only drunk in a mess, but also his eyes are swollen and red, and he has obviously cried. This fragile and sad appearance is the first time he sees it, which makes him very sad.

He gently lifted Yansi's hair in front of the vacant post and said to himself, "what's the matter with you?"

Yan Sikong suddenly grabbed Feng Ye's hand, opened a slit in his eyes, looked at him hazily, and whispered: "Dad..."

Feng Ye Leng Leng, put his ear close to the past, and finally heard what Yan Sikong was calling, and immediately sighed silently.

"Dad..." Yan Sikong holds Feng Ye's hand tightly, and his mouth turns down. He wants to cry, as if he has endless grievances.

Feng Ye breathed, and his heart was pulled up: "Sikong, I'm here."

Yan Sikong slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes gradually became sober. He looked at them for a long time and hesitated "Why not

Feng Ye nodded: "are you still awake?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Fengye..."

"What's the matter with you? Why do you drink like this? " Feng Ye had already guessed in his heart.

Yan Sikong was still in a muddle after drinking. He said in a low voice, "today is my father's death."

Fengye stroked his forehead: "yuanqianhu is a real hero."

"Hero..." Hearing these two words, Yan Sikong gave a bitter smile.

Heroes always save others. Who will save heroes?

Are heroes destined to end in misery?

Feng Ye knows the pain of bereavement, can not use words to comfort: "if you still want to drink, I accompany you."

Yan Sikong took Fengye's hand in his hands and put it on his chest. He said in an almost stubborn tone: "Fengye, my father is wronged, do you know?"

"I know, and the world knows."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "they don't know, maybe only the people in Guangning city know it, but gradually they have to forget, who will remember him a hundred years later."

"We remember, someone always remembers."

“…… I want to be remembered by future generations. " Yan Sikong's voice is as thin as a mosquito.

"What?" Feng Ye came to him again.

Yan Sikong doesn't speak any more. She just looks at him quietly with her wet eyes, as if she wants to discover something from his eyes.

That deep, thick black pupil is like a mysterious pool of water, sprinkled with enchanting magic.

Fengye can't help kissing his eyebrows.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and held Feng Ye's hand with great force. It was like a drowning man holding the only straw. After all, he was a martial arts practitioner all the year round. His strength was so strong that he could hold the bones of his hand.

When Feng Ye heard Yan Sikong's silent appeal for help, he ignored the pain, and the delicate and gentle kiss fell on his eyelids, cheeks, and nose. Finally, his pale and cold lips began to suck carefully. When he got Yan Sikong's first response, he couldn't help asking for it. The tip of his tongue pushed his teeth open and picked his tongue.

They gasped, but they were still entangled. The kiss was rough and hot, and it was dispelling the chill in Yan Sikong's body little by little.

Feng Ye's kisses lingered on his lips, cheeks and mandible, and then went down into his warm neck. He could not help but nibble at his delicate skin and pulled open his belt.

Yan Sikong still holds Feng Ye's hand tightly. He is addicted to the relationship between his ears and temples, hoping to draw more and more warmth from each other.

Feng Ye opened Yan Sikong's neckline with his teeth, his soft lips fell on the concave convex clavicle, and his hand also went into the inner garment.

When the cold hand touched the warm skin, Yan Sikong could not help shivering. He opened his eyes, his mind immediately woke up a little, and his aching hand relaxed.

Feng yedun stopped. He drew back his hand, turned his head and gazed deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes. He repressed his anxious breathing and his voice was hoarse: "do you want me to stop?"

Yan Sikong pursed her lips, her eyes were flowing, and her face was covered with thin powder. She was amorous.

Feng Ye strongly suppressed his agitation, gently stroked his hair, but his eyes were full of wild brutality: "you can open your mouth once and tell me to stop. If not, no matter how you cry, I won't stop."Yan Sikong opened his mouth and said faintly, "it's said that happiness is the best happiness in the world. Why not try it?"

Feng Ye suddenly turned over and went to bed. His tall body completely covered Yan Sikong, blocking Yan Sikong's thin lips again. He was tossing and sucking, and almost savagely pulling Yan Sikong's skirt.

Clothes are scattered all over the bed in an instant. Feng Ye holds Yan Si's blank and slender body out of the black cloth, just like a white lotus blooming from the water. His raindrops of kisses fell on the chest, leaving strings of brown bruises.

Yan Sikong hugs Feng Ye's neck. He seems to be drunk more and more. He only feels that his brain is blank and floating in the clouds.

It wasn't until Feng Ye put the little meat into his mouth and licked it gently that he had a spasm and his body trembled.

Feng Ye's hand reached under his body and grasped Yan Sikong's dormant organ.

"Fengye..." Yan Sikong took a breath.

It was a deadly place that had never been touched by an outsider. How could he not be nervous.

"I'm here." Fengye kisses him and fondles the soft things.

"No, Fengye..." Yan Sikong arched up in fear, trying to get rid of the fear.

"Not afraid." Fengye is hot and dry, and his high spirited things are already half upright, rubbing Yan Sikong's thighs.

Yan Sikong was very ashamed. He covered his eyes with one hand and grasped the mattress with the other hand. He felt that his whole blood was going down to his stomach. The unbearable joy had completely invaded his mind.

Feng Ye continued to grind with him, with messy kisses all over his cheek and chest, as if he wanted to brand his own mark on every inch of his skin, and the speed of his hands was also faster.

Yan Sikong couldn't help but close her legs and gasped in her mouth

Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong's emotional appearance, and the Yang things under his body are hard and hot. He just combines the two people's temperament together and lingers up and down.

Yan Sikong let out a low cry, which was very sensitive. He could even feel the Yang tendons on the wild seal beating forcefully. He shuddered all over, and felt a stream of heat rushing towards his lower body. He couldn't bear it any more and erupted at one stroke.

"Er..." Yan Sikong groaned.

The turbid white body fluid filled Fengye's hand and flowed down his fingers. It seemed that he couldn't stop.

Yan Sikong was half drunk, and he was even more ashamed. He looked at Feng Ye with his wet eyes. He was full of embarrassment and boundless spring. Feng Ye wanted to swallow him.

Feng Ye groaned hoarsely in his throat. He leaned down and licked Yan Sikong's lips: "I will turn you into mine." He can't help but separate Yan Sikong's legs and extend his hand full of semen to Yan Sikong's back buttocks.

Although Yan Sikong was a child, he read disorderly and knew a little about everything. Naturally, he knew how to make love between men, but when it came to himself, he began to tremble.

Feng Ye's fingertips touched the soft buttocks, and then his slender fingers penetrated between the buttocks, and some impatiently inserted into the closed hole.

Yan Sikong straightened his waist again. He had never experienced the feeling of disobedience. His body unconsciously wanted to dodge.

Fengye let him nowhere to hide, long fingers wrapped in viscous body fluid into the claustrophobic world.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes tightly, forced to endure the discomfort, and the wings of his nose stirred quickly.

"It's so tight..." Feng Yeh sighed, but his hand didn't stop. He squeezed in the second finger while the meat wall was a little loose.

"Fengye, I..."

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Feng Ye gently kisses him and blocks his struggle in his mouth.

When Fengye got into the third finger and began to open the hole, Yan Sikong only felt the pain, and could not help wriggling his body, trying to avoid the strange torture.

Feng Ye suppressed him with the weight of his body, wet fingers came and went in and out of the cave, so that the secret place which had never been explored could only be opened for him.

"Well..." Yan Sikong was blocked by Fengye's kisses. He only felt that his mind became more and more confused, and he was addicted to a kind of uncontrollable consciousness.

Feng Ye pulled out his finger, pulled Yan Sikong's hand and pressed it on his own meat blade. Gasping, he said, "do you feel it? It's going to enter your body, it's going to turn you into the one I've sealed off. "

Yan Sikong's hands kept shaking. The object was so thick, big, hard and hot that he didn't dare to hold it. Feng Ye pulled the soft pillow, put it under his waist, raised his hips and opened his legs.

Yan Sikong covers his eyes again, and his teeth bite his lower lip.

But Fengye put his thumb into his mouth, pried his teeth open, and said dominantly, "you are not allowed to hurt yourself." At the end of the speech, he held the long and thick body to the tiny opening.

"Ah..."

When the huge head of meat tried to squeeze into the narrow cave, Yan Sikong let out a exclamation.Feng Ye fixed Yan Sikong's waist. He gritted his teeth and resisted the unbearable impulse. Little by little, he inserted the sexual organ into the meat wall.

Yan Sikong was stiff with pain, and a big sweat appeared on her forehead: "ah No... "

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Feng Ye wipes the sweat on his face painfully. The pleasure of the meat blade being tightly wrapped and rubbed by the intestinal wall drives people crazy. He forcibly suppresses the desire in his body, waiting for Yan Sikong to adapt to it a little bit, otherwise it will be too tight to go further.

"Fengye, it hurts..." Yan Sikong felt that her lower body was distended, painful and embarrassed.

"I know, think about space, relax a little, very open, no pain." Feng Ye gently kisses Yan Sikong and says softly in his ear, "I like you so much, kong'er..."

Free time

Yan Sikong's eyes widened, as if something had been opened in his chest, and endless feelings poured out in an instant. There will be people in the world who will call him "kong'er". At this moment, those who are doing the most intimate things with him will call him "kong'er"

He relaxed his guard almost at once.

Feng Ye took advantage of the situation to straighten his waist and insert the thick and long * * into the secret passage.

"Ah..."

"Free time Free time... " Feng Ye can no longer control the tumultuous body. Holding Yan Sikong's waist, he withdraws the sexual organ and pushes it in again. After several times of opening and closing, he feels that the meat way has completely accepted him.

"No Feng Ye... " Yan Sikong only feels pain and waves. It's hard to describe how his body feels. He struggles instinctively, but he's fixed by Fengye.

Feng Yemu's dazzling light was drawn out of the dormant beast by the pleasure he had never experienced before. The speed of * * became faster and heavier.

When Yan Sikong's meatway was fully opened, his powerful waist quickly stirred, and he would withdraw most of the * * with each stroke, and then straight to the deepest place with each stroke. The sound of skin and flesh trying to bump rang through the whole room.

After the initial pain, Yan Sikong was completely lost in the rising strange pleasure. He was shivering all over by fengyezha, and the most difficult part was painful and numb. He couldn't help crying out.

"Free time My free time... " Fengye, wild as a beast, went in and out of the room crazily. Whenever he heard Yan Sikong's moaning, he would try his best to force Yan Sikong to groan more emotionally.

**Turn into the strongest aphrodisiac, melt two people's mind.

Yan Sikong couldn't resist the more intense pleasure, sobbing for mercy: "Fengye No Don't... "

"You want it." Feng Ye fiercely stabbed the meat blade to the end, "this is what you want, and also what I want."

"No Ah, ah... " Yan Sikong clenched his bedding tightly with both hands, and his toes were tightly curled up.

Feng Ye took out the wet meat blade, turned Yan Sikong's body over, and knelt down in front of him with his buttocks puckered. Before Yan Sikong sent out a word, he had already broken off the hip flap and thrust it in again.

"Ah --" Yan Sikong cried, and tears ran down her cheeks.

The backward position made the man enter deeper and heavier, and the full bag slapped on his hip, making a shameful sound.

"Fengye Don't Feng Ye, ah -- "

" you just told me to stop... " Feng Ye lowered his head, kissing and biting on Yan Sikong's naked back, "now it's late, I won't stop. I'll fuck you all night, and I'll make you never forget tonight."

Fengye quickly inserted dozens of times, but suddenly stopped.

Yan Sikong realized something and begged: "don't..."

Feng Ye's body trembled slightly, and the hot semen suddenly gushed out, and all the semen was injected into Yan Sikong's body.

"Ah - ah -" Yan Sikong cried out of control.

After Fengye shot, he didn't pull out the meat blade. He just held Yan Sikong and fell on the bed, licking every bead of sweat on Yan Sikong's back with the tip of his tongue.

"You Feng Ye You bastard... " Yan Sikong has been weak all over, at the mercy of Fengye.

Feng Ye said in a dumb voice: "I'll be more asshole. I like you. Kong'er, you have to accept all this."

Yan Sikong felt that Fengye had withdrawn his semi soft sexual organ, and his lower body was like a flood. The turbid body fluid suddenly gushed out from there. The extreme shame and lewdness made his sexual organ hard again.

Feng Ye reached out to hold his penis and moved it skillfully. At the same time, the meat blade, which had just been released, hardened again.

When Yan Sikong's crisp and sensitive * * is filled up again, the concurrent extreme pleasure completely drags him into the boundless sea of desire

-

the sunshine in the morning has been blocked outside by the window tightly sealed with cotton cloth. The room is dark and warm. The two people, who are used to getting up early all the year round, sleep very deeply at this time.

Until there was a knock at the door.

Suddenly, his arms were still warm, but he didn't wake up.The sound of knocking on the door came again, and Yan Sikong was somniloquy.

Feng Ye was annoyed. He let out a low roar with his internal power: "roll." It didn't sound very loud, but actually it spread far away.

There was a sound of distant steps outside the door.

Feng Ye lowers his head and wants to check Yan Sikong, but he has a pair of sleepy eyes.

"I wake you up." Feng Ye's eyes twinkled. Some of them didn't dare to see Yan Sikong's eyes, and their ears were red.

Yan Sikong was stunned for a moment, and slowly frowned. He felt the pain from his waist. All kinds of things suddenly appeared in front of him last night. It was strange that he had such a good memory. Now looking at Feng Ye's face, there were all vivid pictures in front of him. He was so ashamed that his face was burning.

If he had known such a beast as Fengye, he would not have sent it to the door himself.

Feng Ye blinked and gave a big kiss to Yan Sikong's forehead: "spare time, sleep for a while."

"No..." Yan Sikong opens his mouth and finds that his voice is completely hoarse. He struggles to think about it, but he is powerless. With a little movement, he feels that they hug each other naked and rub each other's

Feng Ye's breath suddenly became a little heavy: "don't move."

"I, I want to get up."

Feng Ye's big hand stroked his smooth back, "you don't go to the morning, rest honestly, last night I'm tired of you The tone is with joy and pride.

Yan Sikong's face turned red, and she felt that her scalp was about to explode: "I don't go to the morning court, and I can't be absent for no reason."

The Imperial Academy is nothing serious these days. It's OK to miss half a day every now and then. But if he doesn't leave this warm quilt, he's afraid he'll die of shame.

"No reason." Feng Ye rubbed his cheek and said with a smile, "if you're in the collapse of King Shizi of Jingyuan, you'll be injured on business."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yan Sikong was already poor in words. The deep love between them made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't hide the strong palpitation in his heart. He muttered in a low voice, "it's clearly my fault."

Feng Ye likes Yan Sikong's embarrassment and shyness very much, which is quite different from his usual cool and calm appearance. "Kong'er, did you like last night?" Feng Ye was close to his ear and asked in a coquettish tone.

“……”

"Say it."

"Yes, what can I say..."

"I want to hear it, or don't you remember? Weifu can help you remember

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong is struggling to get out of bed.

Feng Ye imprisoned him in his arms and complained: "all said don't move, but you deliberately tease me?"

Yan Sikong did not dare to move, he clearly felt the fury of Fengye.

Feng Ye nibbled Yan Sikong's ear and said shyly and domineeringly, "I like it very much. Do you like it too? Tell me, I want to hear it. "

Yan Sikong couldn't get rid of it, and he was deeply immersed in the strong feeling of Fengye, so he had to say "um" in a low voice.

Happy It's really the best in the world, but it's only that person.

"It's very kind of you, kong'er," he said

Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "if you hold me like this, I can't breathe."

Feng Ye then released the clamp and lovingly kissed his cheek, reciting a mantra and saying repeatedly: "kong'er, you are mine, you are mine, you are mine." More and more affectionate, more and more determined.

Yan Sikong can't tell what the sour and sweet taste is in his heart. He just feels that he is embracing Fengye safely now. Even if he cuts outside, he can't hurt him at all. He even hopes that time will solidify. If it's just a dream, don't wake up.