Paper Plane

Yang Xuan's hand kneaded upwards along his waist, and lifted his T-shirt up, revealing his white and flexible waist. Tang Junhe's body couldn't help arching, and every time Yang Xuan kneaded him, he couldn't restrain himself from shaking. It's been a long time since I did it, my body is extremely sensitive, every touch by Yang Xuan makes him want to cry.

"Brother," he called softly, almost begging for mercy with a crying tone, his voice was slightly hoarse and trembling, "Brother..."

"Huh?" Yang Xuan responded vaguely, buried his head and kissed the Adam's apple on his neck, slid his hands down the waistline, groped to the waist of his trousers, unbuttoned the trousers, and stuck his fingers down to his belly. Go, look up at him and ask, "Miss me?"

Tang Junhe was even panting, he felt that he must be in a mess now, turned his face away from Yang Xuan's gaze and whispered: "I want to..."

"How much do you think?" Yang Xuan held his raised **** with his hand, the straight stem was slippery and wet, "Have you ever done it with someone else?"

As soon as his hand touched Tang Junhe's genitals, Tang Junhe's whole body trembled violently. The intense and terrifying pleasure made him want to curl up his body, and he instinctively struggled to turn over.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, making him unable to move, slowly moved the hand holding the **** twice, watching him coaxingly whispered: "Speak."

The pleasure shot straight up the top of the head along the lower body, Tang Junhe just shook his head, and the words he said were fragmented: "No, no..."

Yang Xuan leaned down to kiss him, let go of the hand holding his penis, and stretched it under his lower abdomen, and unbuttoned and zippered his trousers.

The moment Tang Junhe realized that the hot and hard **** was sticking to him without barriers, Tang Junhe's mind exploded, and his entire face was immediately burned.

Yang Xuan wrapped the two **** close together with his palm, looked at Tang Junhe and said, "Brother."

"Brother..." Tang Junhe's eyes were covered with mist, and his eyes immersed in **** seemed slightly absent.

"Good boy." Yang Xuan lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and he closed them cooperatively, his eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

The hands holding the two **** began to move up and down. Tang Junhe felt that Yang Xuan's **** were close to him, and he could clearly feel the bulging veins on it. He just closed his eyes and thought of the close contact between them. The picture gave him the urge to ejaculate.

The **** that were attached together were scorching hot, and the greasy body fluids poured out continuously and mixed together, so slippery that it was almost impossible for the palm to wrap it. Physiological and psychological stimuli surged up, and when the glans head was squeezed and rubbed against the other crown, Tang Junhe **** unexpectedly, and his body convulsed uncontrollably. Maybe it's because the desire has been suppressed for too long. At the beginning, the **** was almost sprayed out, hitting his own bare belly and Yang Xuan's black shirt, and then it came out of the small hole at the top one by one, and then flowed along. The stem flowed to Yang Xuan's hand.

Yang Xuan first stopped his movements and concentrated on kissing him, and after he finished ejaculating, he began to slowly stroke the white sticky **** on his hands twice. Tang Junhe's chest rose and fell rapidly, and when the gun callus on the tiger's mouth of Yang Xuan's palm touched his glans, his body convulsed sharply again, and the groan from his throat was mixed with a trace of fear: "No, don't Brother, let me take it easy..."

As he spoke, he groped to hold Yang Xuan's penis. The tense **** bounced in the palm of his hand, which made him almost want to withdraw his hand, but Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand and held him tightly. , leading him up and down.

"Is it still burning?" He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Tang Junhe's to test his temperature.

"No more burning," Tang Junhe looked at him engrossed, and whispered, "Brother, come in..."

Yang Xuan looked at him, the desire in his eyes was clearly revealed, as if being burned by lust, Tang Junhe even suspected that he would melt away under his sight.

Yang Xuan bowed his head and kissed him: "It seems to be a little hot, forget it." After he finished speaking, he turned over Tang Junhe who was under him with force, pressed it back up, and stretched out his hand to peel off his pants to his thigh root.

Tang Junhe was lying on the sofa, and Yang Xuan reached into his buttocks, wiped the **** on his hands, and then pressed it against his genitals. His arm passed under Tang Junhe, hugging him tightly, and the other hand pressed the base of his thigh, simulating a thrusting motion.

Obviously he didn't really penetrate, but Tang Junhe still couldn't help panting quickly, the gap between his buttocks was wet and greasy, it was actually a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't want Yang Xuan to stop.

"Brother..." He turned his face to ask for a kiss, but before he could say anything, Yang Xuan bent down and kissed him, and he tried his best to respond to the kiss by leaning his neck back. Then he felt that Yang Xuan's arm around him suddenly tightened, the friction between his buttocks became faster and faster, and the sound of breathing in his ear became more and more heavy, accompanied by a muffled groan deep in Yang Xuan's throat and a sudden withdrawal. Tight arms, the scorching liquid shot between his buttocks and down his thighs.

For some reason, Tang Junhe panted heavily as if he had experienced a real sexual event. After Yang Xuan shot, he buried his forehead in the socket of his neck, and sprayed his warm breath on the skin of his neck, making him feel like he was about to be set on fire.

"Brother." He called Yang Xuan in a low voice.

Yang Xuan raised his head to look at him, frowning slightly, which was the emotional appearance Tang Junhe remembered. Yang Xuan reached out and rubbed Tang Junhe's hair, then pressed his head and exchanged a kiss.

Yang Xuan raised his head to look at him, frowning slightly, which was the emotional appearance Tang Junhe remembered. Yang Xuan reached out and rubbed Tang Junhe's hair, then pressed his head and exchanged a kiss.

When their lips parted and hugged each other, Tang Junhe whispered, "Brother, you just got something on your hand."

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, took his hands away from his hair, hugged him and said with a low smile: "Your own things, do you hate me or yourself?"

The brain that has experienced love affairs is a bit slow, Tang Junhe thought for a while and said: "I despise myself."

Yang Xuan hugged him and lay down for a while, then sat up from the sofa, and wanted to pull him up to take a bath. When he got up together, Tang Junhe stretched his hands behind him, groping to pull up his trousers, and he knew without looking, that his lower body must be in one piece by now Messy. I just sweated a lot on my legs, and it was not easy to pull up my pants for a while.

Yang Xuan sat next to him, got up and took a few sheets of paper from the paper drawer on the coffee table, held Tang Junhe's hand that was trying to pull his pants up, and lowered his head to help him clean it up.

"I, I'll do it myself..." Tang Junhe turned back a little uncomfortably.

"Don't move." Yang Xuan said, holding his two wrists together, and the other hand holding the tissue was inserted between his buttocks to wipe it.

The area that was wiped was a little itchy, but his heart was sore and swollen. Tang Junhe lay on the sofa with his face sideways, and let him move behind him without moving.

Yang Xuan finished wiping him, let go of his wrist, stood up and threw the used tissue into the trash can, then bent down and pinched his waist: "Go to take a bath?"

"Yeah." Tang Junhe sat up from the sofa, didn't get up immediately, was stunned for a few seconds, then looked up at Yang Xuan and asked, "Shall we wash together?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to unbutton his shirt, took it off and threw it on the sofa. When he was about to bend over to take off his pants, seeing Tang Junhe was still sitting on the sofa, he straightened up and stretched out his hand to pinch Tang Junhe. Behind the neck, "Don't want to?"

Tang Junhe looked up at him, and suddenly hugged him tightly without saying a word, pressing his face against his lower abdomen.

Yang Xuan looked down at him, put his hand on the back of his head, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Tang Junhe didn't speak at first, and asked after a few seconds: "Brother, are you really not leaving this time?"

"No." Yang Xuan stroked his ear gently with his thumb.

"If you leave again, I really won't recognize you next time." Tang Junhe said this, even though he knew he was being cruel. He thought that he might not be as good as Shisan, Shisan would scratch Yang Xuan when he was afraid, but he was not willing to hurt his brother at all.

For a while, people in the hospital secretly rumored that he lacked emotion. The reason was that one day he stood by the operating table to observe an operation and witnessed the death of a patient who failed the operation. When he walked out of the operating room, Xue Yuanshan, who did not know They sent someone over to ask him to participate in an operation. It was the first time he held a scalpel. Under Xue Yuanshan's watchful eyes, he performed the operation very steadily without any emotional fluctuations at all.

Later, when Xue Yuanshan praised him at the regular meeting, some people remembered what happened that day and started discussing it behind their backs. It is true that it is not uncommon for an experienced old doctor to be used to watching life and death, but for Tang Junhe, who had never been on the operating table at that time, it was necessary to feel emotionally shocked by the death on the operating table Reaction.

Not long after the regular meeting was over, a very young new doctor came over and asked him insinuatingly. He just replied indifferently that life and death are not something a doctor can control by himself. He has also always known that he is a little emotionally indifferent, perhaps because he experienced cold violence on campus in his childhood, and he never had expectations for any subsequent relationship.

Only this relationship with Yang Xuan, he can't let go, it seems that all the missing enthusiasm and persistence are poured into it, a little spark is enough to make him burn hot, and then the wind will not extinguish, and the water will splash Indestructible.

"I won't leave again." Yang Xuan said above his head, his voice was very deep.

While taking a bath, Tang Junhe kept hugging Yang Xuan, resting his head on his neck. Yang Xuan took the shower to test the water temperature, and the water gushed out, Tang Junhe suddenly asked, "Brother, have you ever slept with someone else?"

"Close your eyes," Yang Xuan took the shower and sprayed it from his head, "Guess."

"Maybe I slept." Tang Junhe said with his eyes closed.

"why?"

"There should be a lot of people who want to sleep with you."

"I haven't slept." Yang Xuan said bluntly.

"Really?" Tang Junhe opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Have I ever lied?" Yang Xuan frowned slightly, as if recalling, "It seems that you liked to lie more before?"

"Okay," Tang Junhe thought for a while and said, "Then I will barely believe you."

Yang Xuan laughed: "Don't force yourself too much."

"Brother," Tang Junhe said after a while, "Do we have to sell this house?"

"You don't want to sell it?" Yang Xuan squeezed the shampoo on his head, lathered it and said, "Then don't sell it, keep it."

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There is a joke about sleeping or not, it’s pretty sweet, but it’s not time to write that yet == Oh, I’m also in a hurry