lifetime

This is what you asked for.

It's enough to pinch his waist and kiss him, and pick his collarbone with his chin and mutter, "Why can't I kiss you enough?"

Who knows, it's always buzzing in his ear like a bee all day long, Bian Mu doesn't bother to answer him, he raises his head, acting like a master ordering a slave, "I want to drink water."

The big man quickly got out of bed, poured a glass of warm water, and hurried upstairs again, okay, the bed was empty, there was the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and he didn't push the door, this is, it's locked inside, to guard against wolves, and Lock the door, really.

"Go away, I didn't look carefully just now."

The Bian inside kicked the slippers against the glass door with a slamming kick. What the hell, I said that I have been pulling my pants for a long time. If you have the ability, you can get down and try.

"piss off."

Don't force me to use the lore skill.

Although Shao Kou had done his homework in advance, he was still afraid that he would not be able to bear it for the first time, so he lowered his head and knocked on the door, laughing out loud, so cute.

The man in the bathroom was actually fine. Both of them were sober last night, doing that kind of thing, ahem, must have been deeply in love, and he was the one who was the one who did the hard work and suffered the pain. Looking back now, it's also inexplicably funny.

After tidying up and going out, he saw that the room was completely new, and then there was a smirking object sitting on the bed, walked to the mirror, and snarled at him, "Laughing fart?"

Shao Kou waited for him for an hour, washing everything for so long, but when the man came out, he didn't have the guts to put on a bad face, and quickly squeezed out a few folds to show that I was obediently waiting for you.

"No laughing."

Bian Mu pulled his hair twice with his hands, looked back at him, and laughed disdainfully, "Then guess what I'm laughing at?"

This question is too difficult, I will not do it.

"Can't guess."

Bian Mu's eyes were originally peachy eyes, so when he raised the corners of his eyes, he became even more charming and boundless. Shao Kou stared at it for a moment, and then his heart began to burn, spreading to every part of his body, his self-control The power is completely unqualified.

"I laugh at you for wasting a great opportunity."

That dick-like look is really bad.

"what?"

Shao Kou really doesn't understand, what are you talking about?

The man in front of the mirror tightened his bathrobe, then approached him, leaned close to his temples, and said the words still with the attitude of choking people, "When I didn't know, you didn't go in at all, thick and thin, hehe, I still feel it."

Looking at him at a close distance, to be honest, the appearance of this old man is indeed in line with the public's aesthetics. He is the strong and sturdy type, giving people a sense of security. The little bird is like a person, which refers to this kind of person.

The old man's Adam's apple rolled and made a swallowing motion, and his two hands subconsciously moved forward to embrace him. Suddenly, someone put his earlobe in his mouth, and whispered in a sobbing voice, "Do you want to know how I felt last night? ,like this…"

With his left hand, Bian Mu held a small soft rubber bag containing essential oil soap. The soap inside was used by him. He turned the bag over and dried it with a towel, and put it behind his ear. After saying this, he pressed his thumb Rubbing together, this kind of sound is itchy and has a special sense of urgency, especially when it is close to the ear, it is infinitely amplified, and then directly hits the brain.

"Try to hold your breath, don't breathe, I'm here, don't be afraid, listen to me, stop."

Shao Kou was quite excited at the beginning, because the little artist approached him proactively and bit his ears passionately. When he waited for the creaking sound to come, he knew he was going to lose in this round, and he hugged the man around his waist. The hands in the room are clenched tighter and tighter. Once the special instructions in the brain are completed, it is on the verge of collapse.

He felt that he was riding a roller coaster alone, and now he was falling at a high speed, and the sound of the wind covered his painful panting and the only self-control that was difficult to maintain.

Bian Mu felt his body tremble, and then let go, letting the object in his hand fall freely onto the bed, still licking his cochlea with his tongue, speaking even more proudly, "This is called an intracranial orgasm, is it cool? answer me."

A little embarrassed, he lowered his head and gnawed at the bathrobe on his chest, and let out a dull hum.

How could the little painter be a forgiving and forgiving little boy, saying anything would make you feel ashamed, his left hand slid down his back to the pubic bone, and he sternly scolded, "Answer me."

Raising more than one tone, Shao Kou raised his head and stared at his eyes hotly, licked his thirsty lips, like a soldier facing the officer, sonorously, "It's so cool."

Bian Mu patted his furry head, and praised him generously, "You're so good, let's go downstairs for dinner."

What is this called, just kidding.

After dinner, the little painter directly announced that he would retreat and paint without interruption. Bian Mu’s inspiration came from the pear tree last night. However, he did not paint that tree. Instead, the scenery under the tree, the grape trellis was still brown Yes, the twigs are not very finely made, the branches are rough, and there is a circular arc-shaped porcelain vat with a white blue background. The pattern on the top has been air-dried and a little blurred. Because it may have rained, there is obvious mud on the bottom. Ideas, the surrounding land is a little bit white with sharp corners, only the road paved with gray stone slabs in the middle is used for walking, and there are still white petals left intact on it. The wheel bends and crescent, and re-outlines the hazy feeling with a thin white pen. Bian Mu stepped back and checked carefully, and felt that there was still something missing. He filled in a few shadows in the lower right corner, clapped his hands to complete, and wrote three words on the shadow, Under the moonlight.

After packing up the painting utensils, I turned around and saw the nude painting I painted for him last time. Well, now that I feel this way, I suddenly realized where the mistake was. It turned out that his eyes were not cheap enough.

There is no way to modify it. Anyway, this picture can't be sold, and it's not bad to be a bottom of the box. Well, I owe another drawing board, this dead man, it's cheap for him.

He wrote quickly, this picture was more thoughtful than the previous one, and soon the outline of the man appeared, last time it was half face, this time it was still half face, but it was a profile face, last time It was he who broke through the fog. This time, he was obviously sad and sad. His eyes stayed on the lower body, that is, the waist and abdomen. Last time, he skipped it directly, leaving only the sexy hip bones. This time, But he draws finely, especially the ferocious thing, even the subtle lines are drawn vividly, this is how careful the observation is, the muscle strength of the legs is still impressive, and then the feet, his feet are much more beautiful than his face Yes, yes, it has tension and strength, and it feels like it is an important point to support the whole body. Once the wheat-colored skin tone is improved, Bian Mu's mouth will twitch into a smile. To be able to draw this much, it can be considered that he is very concerned about this dead man. The three words in the bottom corner are "head down."

Hehehe, both heads are facing down, no, it should be, both the big and small heads are facing down.

While he was painting, Shao Kou ridged the ground first. The proprietress bought eggplant and chili seedlings and planted them directly. In the backyard, there were sticks for bean stands, and several rows were planted in the field. Waiting to buy some cucumber seedlings, the yard was cleaned up. , go back to the house to cook, let’s eat fresh yellow croaker at noon, wrap it in noodles and deep-fry it in an oil pan, steam it if there are prawns, put some green onion and oil, and fry a scallion stupid egg if it’s light, The salted goose eggs that were marinated earlier, just mixed with sausage fried rice, there is a white melon, the core inside is cut into pieces and placed next to it as an after-dinner fruit, the outer skin is peeled to leave a layer of non-sweet white flesh, cut into shreds Mix it into a cold dish, put a little less vinegar, sour and sweet, the little painter's favorite.

There was a bang in the juicer, I made a blueberry-flavored milkshake, carried it upstairs, the door of the studio was closed, my footsteps turned around, hey, just say it, go back to sleep, only the bed is your final destination, He took out a tube of ointment from his butt pocket, carefully lifted his pants and wiped it a few times. It was quite resistant, but he didn’t know when he would really feel better, but maybe he might not be able to. OK.

Sitting and thinking for a long time, I got up and went downstairs to continue working. The floor and glass in the house had to be wiped, as well as clothes. I sent several boxes and washed them one by one. Some of them couldn’t be put down, so I just put them on the balcony. There is no room in the yard, or put it outside and expose it to the sun. It dries quickly, but it is ugly. Well, the gate really needs to be repaired. No matter how he ran, he couldn't jump out even when he was tired out of his pants, with short legs.

The despised little bastard was having a good time, jumping up and down to play with his little brother and sister, completely forgetting about the two old bastards at home.

Shao Kou was so hungry that his heart was sticking to his back. The guy upstairs hadn’t woken up yet, so he could only eat something by himself first, and then work again. Anyway, he couldn’t be idle, and when he was idle, his mind was full of him, and he couldn’t get rid of it. , I was able to play a game before, but now I have no interest at all, and I can't get excited. I can only face him, like a flash of light, full of strength and passion.

Alas, no matter how much you think about it, it’s just obscenity. Let’s do something practical. Wipe the stairs and upstairs. When it’s done, I feel hot. I go to the little painter’s bathroom to take a shower. I know he’s sleeping. He bought the same type of shower gel as him, um, it smells so good, it smells like this, um, this toothpaste, he also tried it, what is this, body lotion, for rubbing on his body?

"Put it down, don't waste my things, that's thousands of dollars."

Turning around, Bian Mu was leaning against the door and staring at the bottle in his hand with quite vicious eyes.

The thing is that the more you want me to do something, the less I will do it, so Shao Kou shook his hand and splashed all over the tiles, uh, embarrassing.

The man at the door kicked him angrily, and said, "You dead man, did you do it on purpose? I'm easy to bully, don't you? Get down on the ground, I have to teach you a lesson today..."

I looked around and found nothing, so I pulled down a towel and rolled it up, and then slapped it on him. For Shao Kou, who is rough and thick, this pain is really nothing, so let him vent his anger and wait. There was no sound, and when I looked back, the little painter was standing there in a gloomy manner, with a towel in his hand and no slippers on his feet. He felt a little wronged and angry, just like a child, and his mood suddenly changed. collapsed.

Shao Kou approached awkwardly, trying to embrace him, "I, I was wrong, I'll buy you another bottle, okay?"

Under the stalemate atmosphere, the shower suddenly uncontrollably dropped some cold water, which slid down Bian Mu's face, and the man standing in front pulled him over, licking the water drops hanging from the corners of his eyes with his tongue, it was salty and bitter It hurt his heart, no one spoke for a long time, the towel fluttered to the ground, and there were two passionate bodies leaning on the water-stained wall, they kept kissing, then stopped, then hugged and kissed again, then stopped, and then again kiss…

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't bully you, you're on top, huh?"

The crux lies in bullying. Love between men also needs respect and moderation. I am with you, not a casual thing, but a long-lasting lover.

The author has something to say: Shao Kou: You are on top, instead of you pressing me down, huh?

Bian Mu didn't speak.

Shao Kou dawdled over: Don't be angry, I was wrong.

Bian Mu didn't speak.

Shao Kou turned his back to him: Come on, come up, I will carry you out.

Bian Mu didn't speak.

Shao Kou almost knelt down: "Then I'll go out and find you a belt, and you continue to hit me, it's okay, I don't hurt."

Bian Mu suddenly closed his eyes, not looking at him.

Shao Kou panicked even more: What's wrong?

Bian Mu's opened eyes glistened with water: Then you keep your word.

Shao Kou nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, tonight I will lie on my stomach and let you work."

ps: I looked back and found that there was a bug in yesterday’s chapter. College freshmen should enter the school in September. I wrote it in mid-May. There is no way to modify this place, so please forgive me.