-Two years later-

Lian Jue had just finished taking a shower and his hair had not been completely dried. His bathrobe was open and his strong chest was stained with a slightly cool moisture.

He sat lazily on the head of the bed, stroking Chen Ting's unblack and soft hair, and his extremely restrained voice was a little hoarse: "Be good, go deeper."

Chen Ting did not kneel between Lian Jue's legs, his body was covered with inches of strands, his elbows that were on the bed sheet were red, and his mouth was stammering and responding.

In fact, it was already difficult for Chen Ting to hold Lian Jue's thick penis without just holding it. His rosy lips were completely opened, and the corners of his lips were stained with shiny water. However, he still followed Lian Jue's request and buried his head and swallowed the completely erect penis between Lian Jue's legs deeper.

Lian Jue's breathing became heavier as he tried harder and he inserted his fingers between his hair, pressing his head down with difficulty in controlling his emotions.

When Lian Jue's wet glans crushed his slippery tongue and squeezed into his narrow throat, a faint fishy salt secretion at the front end rushed into his throat, causing Chen Tingwei's throat to tighten unwell.

His throat opened and closed, and the wet and hot narrow path wrapped around Lian Jue's glans. Lian Jue raised his head and gasped heavily. He left his head and followed Chen Tingwei's jawline to touch the invisible protrusion that was pushed out of his throat. He chuckled in a low voice and asked him if he could bear it.

Before Chen Ting raised his wet eyes, he looked at Lian Jue pitifully, and was pulled up from under him by Lian Jue.

Perhaps his mouth was sore, and the saliva in his mouth didn't have time to swallow. The tongue that was pushed in by Lian Jue was tangled down the corner of his lips. The wet saliva wet his chin and neck, and was randomly wiped open by Lian Jue. His fingers were touched with the slippery liquid and touched his smooth spine, reaching under Chen Tingwei's body.

The rich sweet wine fragrance in the room was mixed with a faint fishy smell.

Chen Tingwei's physique is special and does not require too detailed or time-consuming expansion. Lian Jue's slightly protruding joints roll over the soft and hot inner jade, and the raised fingers pressed Chen Tingwei's wet holes, and the wet and hot intestinal fluid flowed into the palm of his palm along the fingers drawn by Lian Jue.

Chen Ting did not climb onto his shoulders, his chest fluctuated slightly with his movements, making slight humming from his nose uncontrollably.

Lian Jue kissed his thin and tight chest, held the nipples that stood up on his chest, and the scorching breath burned a slight color on his chest. Chen Tingwei's eyelashes trembled gently, his lips slightly parted, and he gasped unbearably: "I want..."

Lian Jue raised his eyes and stroked his fingers through his thighs: "What do you want?"

Chen Ting blushed without shame, wrapped his neck around his hot face into Lian Jue's shoulders, and said in a silence: "You have to do it..."

Lian Jue patted his butt and glanced at his red ears: "Sit up by yourself."

Chen Ting's unskinned legs stepped on Lian Jue's thighs, turned around and wanted to get the condom that had not been opened on the bedside table, but Lian Jue was pulled back to his legs by Lian Jue.

Chen Ting didn't think he would have to do it like he did last time before he thought of wearing a condom. He pushed him with a little fear, his eyes were a little red with lust, but he was in estrus, and he had no strength in his hands and was pushing softly, and he whispered: "Condom..."

Lian Jue's arms were wrapped around Chen Tingwei's buttocks, and he lowered his head to kiss the light red scar on his abdomen.

The warm and soft lips brought a numb and itchy feeling on Shen Tingwei's lower abdomen. Chen Tingwei raised his hand to block it with embarrassment, not allowing him to kiss the ugly scar: "Unsight."

Lian Jue said slowly, "It's not ugly", and then grabbed his fingers and bit his fingertips lightly.

Lian Jue said something in ambiguously, holding his fingertips.

Chen Tingwei could hear clearly. His body was slightly stunned. The hazy mist in his slightly wide eyes dissipated a little, and he asked blankly: "...ah? When did you go?"

Lian Jue pressed his waist and slowly crushed himself into Chen Tingwei's body. Chen Tingwei's somewhat astringent soft flesh tightly wrapped around his genitals because he failed to relax, forcing him to enter lighter and slower.

"Last month." Lian Jue suppressed his urge to fuck him directly into the depths and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want to wear a condom anymore."

He pushed in little by little, pushing Chen Tingwei's tight corridor so softly. He stroked his palms to the back of Chen Tingwei's neck and pressed towards him. His eyes contained a dark and rich feeling: "Look down."

Chen Ting didn't hold his neck tightly, his heart was so soft that he lowered his eyes and pecked at Lian Jue's lips and chin. His voice was low and soft, and he called Lian Jue liked to hear something as flatteringly.

"husband."

"Um."-

afterwards-

Lian Jue wiped away the sweat from Chen Tingwei's forehead and gently stroked the uneven skin on the back of Chen Tingwei's neck.

He raised his hand and turned on the light, checked several deeply deep tooth marks on Chen Tingwei's neck, and asked Chen Tingwei: "Did it hurt to bite?"

Chen Ting's face was flushed and his eyebrows were not relaxed. He closed his eyes and shook his head, saying "It doesn't hurt."

"Have you just fucked into the genital cavity?" Lian Jue's hand gently pressed his smooth and smooth belly, slowing down his voice and asking obsessively: "Has it marked?"

"..." Chen Ting looked at Lian Jue without opening his wet eyes, and hesitated to persuade him, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, it doesn't have to be marked to relieve it."

Lian Jue's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was silent for a moment, and he grabbed Chen Ting into his arms: "Try again?"

Chen Tingwei's eyelashes trembled for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand to cover the glands that were vaguely ached on the back of his neck, and he whispered to discuss with Lian Jue: "... Then, can you not bite your neck this time..."-

A year later -

Dr. Liu, who had psychological intervention for Lianjue, was revoked after being reported by others and privately disclosed the patient's privacy-

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