Paper Plane

Tang Junhe opened his eyes wide, and the panic in his eyes became more and more intense. This reaction was even more interesting than Yang Xuan expected. He moved his hand away from Tang Junhe's lap, poked into the quilt, and touched a small piece of Tang Junhe's exposed belly, which was warm and soft, and then His hands continued down, resting on the edge of the cotton pajama pants.

"Brother..." Tang Junhe squeezed out the word from his throat, as thin as a cat meowing, with the meaning of begging for mercy.

Outside the door, Tang Xiaonian couldn't get a response from Tang Junhe for a long time, so he slammed the door twice angrily, then walked back and forth in the living room impatiently, and the sound of footsteps could be heard clearly in Yang Xuan's room.

Tang Junhe resisted and longed, grasping the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands, biting his lips unconsciously, the emotions of restlessness, panic, and helplessness in his eyes were mixed together.

Yang Xuan had a panoramic view of his emotional changes, and this was indeed the reaction he wanted - Tang Junhe's indecisive state at the moment, in a dilemma, made him and Tang Xiaonian a tie for the time being. But he was not only satisfied with the tie, his hand then got into Tang Junhe's pajama pants, touching the part where his head was still raised.

Almost at the moment of touching, the untouched part immediately hardened. Unable to tell which of the physical pleasure and the psychological stimulation prevailed, Tang Junhe shuddered and snorted, and then he was firmly pressed in his throat.

As soon as he touched the secret parts of the same sex, Yang Xuan felt a strange feeling in his heart, but as soon as this feeling emerged, it was defeated by the inner desire to control. After all, such a strong and sensitive reaction appeared on Tang Junhe, even Yang Xuan himself felt that it was unexpected, so he smiled: "The reaction is so big?"

Dazed by desire, Tang Junhe's mind was dizzy at the moment, only Yang Xuan's deep voice and Tang Xiaonian's footsteps outside the door were left in his ears.

"Brother, take it easy..." Those watery eyes looked at Yang Xuan flusteredly and obsessively, Tang Junhe whispered pitifully, "I, I never did it..."

Hearing this sentence, Yang Xuan was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously planned to stop. But just as he was about to pull out his hand, Tang Junhe stretched out his hand to hold his hand, and looked at Yang Xuan beggingly: "Brother, help me..."

Those callused hands touched his sensitive and fragile desire'desire, almost no extra movements were needed to make him tremble.

Yang Xuan looked at his flushed cheeks and the involuntary sensitive reaction in his body, and suddenly realized that his brother was easier to control than he imagined, just like now, as long as he uses a little skill, maybe It would make him scream uncontrollably. Yet he hesitated to do so.

Outside the door, Tang Xiaonian walked back and forth in the living room a few times, and then went around the study, bedroom, utility room and bathroom, then stood in the living room with a sullen face for a while, then walked towards Yang Xuan's room.

She clenched her fist and raised it towards the door. She raised it again just as she was about to fall down, hesitated again and again, and knocked down. "Xiaoxuan," Tang Xiaonian suppressed the anger in his heart and tried his best to be pleasant, "Are you in the house?"

Hearing Tang Xiaonian's voice close to his ears, Tang Junhe immediately broke free from his desire, and his misty eyes woke up immediately. He looked at the door nervously, then turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, and swallowed Throat.

Yang Xuan suddenly stretched out the index finger of the other hand, and made a gesture of silencing him. The thumb hidden in the dark moved slightly, across the top there, and then the movement in the hand suddenly increased.

The intense pleasure jumped from the lower body to the top of the head in an instant, Tang Junhe was defenseless, and the explosive sensory stimulation made his back suddenly tense. "Hmm..." As soon as a groan came out, he instinctively raised his arm and bit it between the two rows of teeth, blocking his uncontrollable voice. Accompanied by a broken nasal sound, rapid panting, and a door knocking on the eardrums, he was caught off guard in Yang Xuan's palm in a state of extreme tension.

Tang Xiaonian was even more surprised when she didn't get a response. She could tell that Yang Xuan must be in the room—unless he went out in the middle of the night. She stopped outside the door of Yang Xuan's room, leaned close to hear the movement inside, but after hearing nothing, she thought about it, then raised her hand and continued to knock on the door.

Tasting such a huge stimulus for the first time, Tang Junhe lost his mind for a moment. During the few seconds when the knock on the door stopped, he panted rapidly, his mind was empty, and he watched Yang Xuan pull his hand out of the quilt and leaned forward. He took a few pieces of paper from the bedside, wiped off the cloudy liquid on his hands, and then threw the paper ball into the wastebasket next to the bed.

There was a faint smell of fishy smell in the air, before Tang Junhe could fully wake up from the pleasure, the knock on the door rang again.

"Dong dong dong." This time the force was obviously stronger than the previous two times, followed by Tang Xiaonian's voice: "Xiaoxuan, please open the door, Auntie has something to ask you."

Tang Junhe panicked, subconsciously turned his head to look at Yang Xuan, and asked helplessly, "Brother, what should I do..." He knew Tang Xiaonian very well, if Yang Xuan refused to open the door, she would Keep knocking like this. But if Yang Xuan opened the door and Tang Xiaonian found himself sleeping in Yang Xuan's room, the consequences would be disastrous.

Hearing the knock on the door, Yang Xuan thought for a while and said, "Either go out." Looking at Tang Junhe's expression of wanting to cry, he continued, "Either hide."

"Where are you hiding?" This sentence reminded Tang Junhe, whose brain was chaotic, and he immediately looked around Yang Xuan's room, searching for a place to hide, "...in the closet?"

"Yes." Yang Xuan finished speaking and smiled.

This is the only way that can be thought of so far. Tang Junhe thought about it, got up from the bed immediately, moved as lightly as possible, opened the closet and hid in it.

Watching the closet door close, Yang Xuan responded to the knock: "Here we come." Then he got out of bed, walked to the balcony unhurriedly, picked up the lighter and lit a cigarette in his hand, Then he went to the door and opened it.

As soon as she opened the door, Tang Xiaonian was almost suffocated by the smell of smoke, she raised her hand to cover her mouth and coughed a few times, then frowned and glanced at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan looked at her expressionlessly.

"Xiaoxuan, that... do you know where Jun He went?" Tang Xiaonian tried to turn his head to look into the room while talking. But Yang Xuan was too tall, almost blocking all her sight.

"I don't know." After Yang Xuan finished speaking coldly, he opened the door completely, turned sideways, leaned his back against the door, and let her see it openly.

When he did this, Tang Xiaonian felt rather embarrassed—the curtains in the room hadn't been drawn yet, and the light in the room was extremely dim. The door didn't open after so many knocks just now, maybe because Yang Xuan was sleeping, and he forced himself to close the door. He yelled out of bed. Tang Xiaonian's anger subsided a little, he calmed down a little, and smiled uncomfortably at Yang Xuan: "Did Auntie wake you up just now?"

"Is there anything else?" There was a little impatience in Yang Xuan's voice.

"It's okay, you can continue to sleep," Tang Xiaonian took a step back, and before Yang Xuan closed the door, he added another sentence, "Smoking is not good for your health, you are still young, don't smoke all the time." After saying this After a few words, she finally calmed down and went back to her room without knocking on the door.

Yang Xuan gave a lukewarm "hmm", closed the door, and then extinguished the unsmoked cigarette. He walked to the balcony, opened all the curtains, and opened the windows to let out all the smell of smoke and fishy smell in the air.

Hearing the gradually disappearing footsteps outside the door, Tang Junhe opened the closet door a little, looked out from the inside furtively,

"Let's go, come out." Yang Xuan said, walking over from the balcony.

Only then did Tang Junhe open the closet door, poked his head out, looked at Yang Xuan and called softly, "Brother..."

Compared with Yang Xuan's calm face as if nothing happened, Tang Junhe's reaction was all written on his face. Just now he blushed belatedly in the closet, now like a ripe tomato, he looked at Yang Xuan with a pair of clear eyes, shy and enthusiastic.

Yang Xuan glanced at him: "Huh?"

"Brother, we are like this," Tang Junhe said in a low voice, "It seems like we are having an affair..."

Yang Xuan paused, walked to the closet, bowed and flipped through the clothes while saying, "Is this cheating?" Holding the clothes he found in his hand, he was about to withdraw, but Tang Junhe suddenly stretched arms around his neck.

Yang Xuan frowned slightly, and just about to ask "what's the matter?", Tang Junhe suddenly raised his body and leaned towards him unexpectedly. The face in front of him suddenly approached, and his lips touched his lips. Yang Xuan froze for a moment, but before he could react, Tang Junhe let go and ran out barefoot. Before Tang Xiaonian came out, he hurried into his room.

The expression on Yang Xuan's face seemed to be contemplative, he raised his hand and touched his lips, and then he smelled the faint fishy smell on his hand. After a while, he threw the T-shirt in his hand on the bed, walked out of the room, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After returning to the house, he went to the balcony, picked up the cigarette he had just extinguished, lit it again, and smoked one puff after another.