Lian Jue lowered his head and looked at Chen Tingwei who was very close to him.

Chen Tingwei's chest was slightly up and down with his breath. He looked very nervous when he was waiting for his response, and even the small mole on the tip of his ear became redder. He was still holding Lian Jue's shirt corner tightly in his hand, not gently pinching it, but holding it hard, as if he was afraid that he would turn himself out.

He accidentally touched Lian Jue's fingertips on his side abdomen, which were very hot, like Mars bursting out from his shyness, burning Lian Jue's skin and his throat. I wonder if it was Lian Jue's illusion, but the sweet and sour alcohol smell on Chen Tingwei's body became even stronger.

Lian Jue looked at Chen Tingwei's face and asked him in his low and magnetic voice: "Like Jasmine?"

Chen Tingwei lowered his head and said "um". His hand loosened the corner of Lian Jue's clothes. Without thinking, he directly touched Lian Jue's hand with his somewhat wet palm. His fingertips touched the back of Lian Jue's hand. Only then did he realize that Lian Jue might mind the sweat in his palms, but it was too late to take it back.

His hand was firmly held by Lian Jue.

Lian Jue toughly embedded his fingers between his fingers, feeling the dampness in Chen Tingwei's palm, but he didn't seem to care.

Chen Ting was gently pulled by Lian Jue and brought him into the study room. Lian Jue pressed him to the bookcase with a whole transparent glass beside the door. His back was close to the glass on the cabinet door, but fortunately the weather had not turned cold yet, and this insignificant coolness was not enough to make him feel abrupt.

He looked up at Lian Jue's handsome and tough face, and closed his eyes as if he had a premonition about what happened next.

Lian Jue lowered his head and looked at Chen Ting's shaking eyelashes when he closed his eyes.

Chen Ting didn't raise his thin chin, his thin lips slightly, and his unstoppable hand gently pressed against Lian Jue's chest.

Chen Tingwei waited for kissing so concentrically. Even on the bed, Chen Tingwei only took the initiative when seducing him. He became passive when he was fucked. Most of the time, he half-forcedly pinched Chen Tingwei's chin and kissed him.

Chen Tingwei closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he had not waited for the kiss that fell on his lips. He opened his eyes blankly, but happened to meet the uncovered teasing in Lian Jue's eyes.

Lian Jue could not see the expected reaction from Chen Tingwei's eyes. He was shy, embarrassed, or angry. Chen Tingwei just looked at him with a hazy look for a few seconds, then raised his hand that was gently placed on Lian Jue's chest and hooked his neck.

Soon the faint smile in Lian Jue's eyes slowly faded.

Chen Ting did not stand on tiptoe and kiss him like he did at the door just now.

Chen Tingwei's lips were very soft. He rubbed against Lian Jue's slightly cool lips and closed his eyes again. He was clumsy, but he looked very focused when kissing Lian Jue.

During the kiss, he was like a young beginner, clumsyly imitating how Lian Jue used to kiss him. He first carefully bit Lian Jue's lips with his teeth, and then took his lower lip and sucked and ground it.

Chen Tingwei's breathing was deliberately lightened and became slow, but the breathing of Lian Jue in his ear was still even and stable. It was calm and not like kissing, but more like testing his youthful learning achievements, thus making him more focused.

His wet and hot tongue gently licked the slit of Lian Jue's lips, and then he wet Lian Jue's lips before quietly entering the lip gate that Lian Jue had opened at some time.

Lian Jue had a refreshing cool air on his body, but there was a faint smell of smoke on his tongue. Chen Ting didn't like the smell of smoke, but he couldn't say disgusted with the subtle bitterness felt in the lingering lips and tongue.

He thought Lian Jue was indeed angry and even smoked a cigarette secretly.

I also thought that Lian Jue didn't need to secretly, and not smoking in front of him during this period was probably out of care.

Chen Ting licked from Lian Jue's soft tongue to the uneven upper jaw without knowingly, as if he had brought Lian Jue a strong desire that grew out of itchyness.

Chen Tingwei himself was noticed by Lian Jue. Lian Jue loosened the hand that was tied between his fingers and pulled his arm to his neck. Chen Tingwei quickly hugged him tightly.

Lian Jue had never received such a slow and clear kiss. Every inch of Chen Ting's mouth that had swept over his mouth was magnified a hundred times, making him a little impatient. But he did not intend to stop Chen Tingwei from kissing slowly, and even lowered his head according to the force of the arm hooking his neck.

Lian Jue was dominated by him, and his warm palm passed through the back of his neck, easily pressing Chen Tingwei into his arms. His palm was against the protruding part of Chen Tingwei's neck, and he felt the faint beating like life in his palm. His rough and dry thumb rubbed the smooth and flat skin behind Chen Tingwei's ears, crushing his fair skin with lust.

After kissing for a long time, Chen Ting leaned in Lian Jue's arms without any lack of oxygen.

He had a strong alcoholic smell on his body, but his consciousness was clear, so he could clearly feel the changes in the body of Lian Jue being close to him.

"You're erect, Lian Jue." Chen Ting called his name quietly without breathing, saying, "Do you want it?"

Chen Tingwei sometimes said such words and was unaware of his shyness. Lian Jue was laughed at by his nonsense, and seemed to be able to understand the meaning he wanted to express. He lowered his eyes and looked at Chen Tingwei: "Are you in heat again?"

He didn't laugh, but he could hear pleasure in his voice.

Chen Tingwei's sexual needs are much greater than his. Fortunately, the two of them are very physically compatible, and Chen Tingwei relies on him and likes him very much. Lian Jue never thought about his request for this, but was happy to cooperate.

Chen Tingwei shook his head unexpectedly and said no, Lian Jue stopped when he touched his shirt.

The next second, Chen Ting did not raise his hand and put his arms around Lian Jue's neck, buried his face in Lian Jue's shoulder and gently rubbed it: "But I thought about it..."

Lian Jue didn't understand the difference between "estrus" and "want", but this insignificant confusion only stayed in the brain for a short moment, and in short, it was all about making love.

Lian Jue carried Chen Tingwei to the desk and took off his loose home pants. Chen Tingwei's slender legs were exposed in the air. When Lian Jue touched it, he felt a layer of goose bumps on his legs.

Lian Jue's hand that wanted to unbutton his pajamas stopped and touched his smooth waist from the hem of his clothes: "Cold?"

Before Chen Ting shook his head, he said he was not cold, and Lian Jue lowered his head and pushed his clothes up a little.

Chen Tingwei's lower abdomen bulged in a round curve, and there seemed to be a full balloon hidden under his fair and smooth skin. Lian Jue's palm covered him and felt the heat transmitted under his skin. Chen Tingwei's legs gently hooked his waist.

He could feel Chen Tingwei's nervousness, but he no longer subconsciously resisted being touched by his stomach as he used to.

Lian Jue's hand continued to touch his shirt, wandering upwards along his ribs, and his palm stroked the tiny bulge of his chest slightly raised through the soft lace on his chest. Lian Jue leaned over to him, pecked and kissed his side face and ears, and his other hand was stretched toward his belt buckle with his hand that was not wrapped around his neck.

Chen Tingwei's hand was caught by him, Lian Jue controlled his movements to untie the cold belt buckle and asked him to pull down the chain of his pants for him.

Chen Tingwei was not too stupid at this time. He blushed and touched the erectile genitals in his underwear. Lian Jue left his hand and touched it from his thighs.

Chen Tingwei's body is very special. He doesn't need to waste a long time to expand when he has sex with him. When Lian Jue's hand touched it, it was already wet. I guess it was because he was so moved when he kissed just now.

Lian Jue's fingers went in and out of him several times. The slippery liquid inside soaked his entire finger. The movement he pulled out brought out more warm intestinal fluid, dripping down the base of his legs. Chen Ting did not hear the sound of the liquid hitting the paper. His eyes were very moist. He grabbed Lian Jue's hand and said blushingly: "Document..."

Lian Jue held his waist, pulled out the documents beneath him, glanced at them, and threw them onto the chair beside him.

"I'm wet by you." Lian Jue's tone was blamed, but his eyes did not change.

Chen Tingwei said sorry in embarrassment. Lian Jue pulled out the hand that was placed on Shen Tingwei's chest, and his warm and large palms were gathered on Shen Tingwei's head.

Lian Jue pressed his hips with a rough palm and asked him: "Why do you have so much water?"

Chen Tingwei was vaguely looking at Lian Jue that covered him, and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Lian Jue's shirt was still neat, he lowered his head and kissed Chen Tingwei's eyes and nose, wrapped Chen Tingwei's back with his hands with intestinal fluid, and held his hot object with him and pushed in.

This is the first time that Chen Ting has had sex with Lian Jue in this posture. The last time was in the villa in the southern suburbs. Lian Jue carried him to the kitchen table and confronted him roughly.

But this time Lian Jue was very gentle, with his fingers evenly and slender, passing through Chen Ting's soft hair, gently pressing his scalp, and pushing himself into Chen Ting's soft acupoint bit by bit. His breathing was very heavy, and his arms showed a smooth and beautiful muscle outline due to depression. Chen Ting moaned gently, and his legs were wrapped around Lian Jue's waist, so that Lian Jue could enter more smoothly.

Lian Jue's hand left, and Chen Tingwei's hand was still placed where the two of them had sex. His palm was covered with wet and cold mucus, and I don't know if it was his or Lian Jue's.

Lian Jue grinded shallowly at the mouth of his hole, pushing it in from time to time, but restraining himself from retreating halfway through.

Chen Ting did not raise his chin and kiss Lian Jue. He held the root of Lian Jue's penis and took him to the depths as he pushed in.

Lian Jue's lips rubbed against his lips, his eyes were deep, and he asked in a low voice: "Can you bear it?"

Chen Ting didn't stagger his eyes and said it was OK. Lian Jue pulled his hand away and slowly pushed his whole body in. He made sure he was not feeling uncomfortable, so he gently moved his thin hips.

The next day, Chen Ting overslept unexpectedly and was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Chen Tingwei's face was hidden in the shadows drawn by half of the curtains. Before his sleepy eyes could adapt to the strong light at noon in summer, he smelled a familiar fragrance from his nose.

On the bedside table is a pot of small, green jasmine and white petals half-extended. The buds in the middle have not yet fully bloomed, but they do not prevent the slight and refreshing fragrance.
Chapter completed!