near and far

When I was free, it was already the weekend.Le Mingxin washed He Cheng'an's sweater, and smelled it quickly before washing it. It didn't have any special smell, just the ordinary faint smell of laundry detergent, clean and refreshing.He took a bag, packed his clothes, and set off to He Chengan's studio.

It has been almost a month since Chinese New Year, and the icy cold wave has passed, only the chilly spring, occasionally even warmer when the sun is shining.The roses in the studio are in full bloom, and the blossoms are at their fullest. Le Mingxin arrived at the opening time of the studio, and there are still dewdrops on the petals.

Yu Xiaolin was sitting at the front desk, yawning with her chin resting on her cheek. Le Mingxin had already recognized her and waved to her with a smile.

It's not too cold outside, so the coloring is done outdoors. There is a small pavilion facing a field of rose flowers. There are tables and chairs. There are grids of paints on the table. The grids are all white, and the labels on the paint box are upside down. There are various shades of red, yellow, blue, green, brown, black and purple, and there are also colors like "lemon yellow" and "bamboo yellow" that Le Mingxin can't tell the difference.

He Chengan was also sitting there, holding a cup in one hand and a paintbrush in the other hand, and painted on it with some paint. He drew a cute giant panda in two or three strokes. For him, this kind of cartoon He seems to be very familiar with it, but he is still serious and focused.A large table was set up next to it, on which were placed many lustrous pottery works, most of which were made by the teacher who led the team that day, and entrusted the studio to paint and then burn.

Le Ming stepped up two steps in one step, spotted the gap where He Chengan's paint was applied, and said heartily, "Morning."

He Chengan washed the brush and replaced the bamboo that the green painting panda held in his hand.He raised his chin, and Le Mingxin saw that his small vase was placed beside him, and the color became lighter after drying.

Le Mingxin sat down next to He Chengan, and said, "Smear it directly, it looks white anyway."

He Chengan went to shave his hair, the stubble growing on the lower half of his head was shaved clean, and the sideburns were also shaved. Le Mingxin saw that there was an obsidian earring on his earlobe, and there seemed to be a tattoo on the back of the earlobe, too. It's too small to see clearly from Le Mingxin's perspective.He said: "The color will change after burning, just paint as you like, paint slowly, and it is easy to mix colors when you paint quickly."

He brought over a painted and fired vase, which was colorful, like a swatch, and could be painted against.

Le Mingxin has never had painting experience in her life, nor does she have much artistic talent.He put the clothes returned to He Chengan aside, imitated He Chengan, washed a paintbrush, looked at the colorful paints on the table in a daze, really didn't know how to paint.

He Cheng'an saw that he was frowning and tangled, as if he was deciding on some major life event, and felt funny in his heart, so he pressed his lips together to stop the corners of his mouth from rising.He tapped Le Mingxin's vase with his pen, and said, "Draw at will, if you really can't draw well, I'll give you another one."

Le Mingxin's brows widened, and he began to follow his own mind, greeting all the warm colors, a small bottle, all kinds of colors, there are all kinds of colors.

After He Chengan finished drawing the one in his hand, he looked at his and said, "I'll give you another one?"

Le Ming was having fun, all ten fingers were stained with paint, he put the bottle on the table, looked at it from far and near, and said with satisfaction: "That's pretty good."

The two went to the side to wash off the paint on their hands. There was no paper towel or cloth to wipe their hands. Le Mingxin shook the water on his hands again and again before going to hook the clothes bag. He said: "It has been washed, Very clean."

He Chengan nodded nonchalantly, his hands were still wet, he took the bag without looking at it.

He took the bag and walked out two steps, turned around and saw Le Mingxin was following behind, raised his eyebrows, as if asking "Is there something wrong?"Le Mingxin stopped in his tracks, scratched his head, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say, and finally choked out a sentence after a long time: "Then what, I think the pottery and porcelain you make are very beautiful, can I have a look again? "

"I'll just watch it for a while, if you're busy..."

"not busy."

"Huh? Let's go."

He Chengan took the key to open the door of the small building, Le Mingxin stood behind him and watched carefully, and finally saw his tattoo clearly.On the back of the earlobe, where the tip of the earring comes out, there is a small hollow six-pointed star, which is not ostentatious at all, and it is impossible to see clearly unless you look closely.

Originally it was just a blurted reason, but Le Mingxin looked at the pottery and porcelain seriously.

The utensils on the shelves on the first floor of the small building are not categorized and placed in a mess. Looking at them in a row, there are pottery and porcelain.Le Mingxin stared at a hollowed-out vase. The vase was not glazed. The small and complicated hollowed-out pattern had several colors on it. Looking complicated and delicate, he couldn't help asking: "How did you do it?"

"The color is added layer by layer, and when you control the strength when scraping, you will have different colors."

He Chengan's voice sounded from behind him, Le Mingxin straightened up and stepped back, his back hit He Chengan's chest, and the back of his head hit He Chengan's nose.The heating in the room was still fully turned on, and Le Ming was so hot that his nose was sweating, he quickly turned around and faced He Chengan, but He Chengan couldn't stand still; Dare to retreat, the two had no choice but to stand very close.

Seeing He Chengan's Adam's apple rolling up and down, Le Ming blurted out: "That night..."

He Chengan tilted his head slightly, breathing on Le Mingxin's cheeks, his voice was low and low: "Huh?"

Le Ming's throat was dry, and he put on a calm and sophisticated look: "Well, I feel good, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, when he said this sentence, He Chengan's first reaction was to burst out laughing. He seldom laughed, and when he laughed, the edges and corners of his face and the stubble of shaven hair softened, and his eyes narrowed slightly.Le Mingxin was blushing from his smile, his back was sweating, beads of sweat ran down his back, making his skin itchy, and he said seriously, "What do you think?"

He Chengan took a step back, put his trouser pockets in his pockets, raised his chin to signal: "Upstairs."

Le Mingxin had a fever on his face, and when he walked out for the first step, he almost fell into the same hands and feet. He took two deep breaths to suppress the heart that was about to jump out, and followed He Chengan up the stairs step by step.

The paintings I saw last time were all covered with cloth, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were neatly tied on both sides. The morning sun shines on the floor through the glass, making it look lively. This weather is suitable for outings, not for sitting on the bed , it is not suitable for things related to secret desires to happen, but such a contrast makes Le Ming feel ashamed and excited.

He sat on He Chengan's soft bed with half of his buttocks. Seeing that He Chengan opened the drawer and didn't know what he was looking for, he quickly stood up again, as if there were thorns growing under his buttocks, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

He Chengan didn't turn his head back: "Look for a set."

"Oh." Le Mingxin's head was like a steam locomotive, he responded and sat down again.

He Chengan closed the drawer, with an unopened condom caught between his fingertips, he asked Le Mingxin casually, "Have you done this before?"

"I've done it. Ah, no, you didn't do anything that day, so it shouldn't be considered a job..."

Le Mingxin's eyes were fixed on the condom, he couldn't speak clearly, and he didn't notice it at all. He Chengan's face changed after a word, and finally sighed helplessly, biting the corner of the condom, Pulling the hem of the jacket, he stripped off his upper body neatly, revealing his full and strong muscles. The trousers were hung on the pelvis, and the mermaid line extended in along the waist of the trousers.

He was really darker than he was during the Chinese New Year, and there was still a reddish and peeling spot on the back of his neck and shoulders.

Seeing Le Mingxin watching, He Chengan held the clothes in one hand, and touched the place with the other hand, with the condom still in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I went to the beach for a while when it was cold, surfing It's time to take off the sun."

Le Mingxin was startled by He Chengan's action of biting the condom, but now he was distracted again. He had never surfed the waves, so he was very interested, so he couldn't help asking.

"Surfing? Where..."

He Chengan held the condom in his hand, bowed his head and blocked Le Mingxin's words with his mouth.

This was the second time the two kissed. The condom in He Chengan's hand poked Le Mingxin's neck. The second time was unexpectedly gentle, the two people's tongues pointed back and forth, and Le Ming couldn't help leaning towards him, only a little bit of buttocks stuck to the bed.

Le Mingxin tilted his head to kiss He Chengan, moaned vaguely, and went to take off the clothes on his body. The moment his lips parted, the clothes came off and stuck together again.He wanted to stand up, but was squeezed by He Chengan, unable to stand firmly, and the two of them fell on the bed together.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn, and the morning sun poured in. Le Ming whispered softly, "Just draw the curtains."

He Chengan pressed firmly on him, his legs were intertwined, he couldn't help rubbing the flesh on his waist and chest, panting to kiss Le Mingxin's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "I can't see it. "

He said he couldn't see it, but Le Mingxin was still nervous. The more nervous he was, the more excited he was below. When He Chengan unbuttoned his pants, the penis had stretched out the shape of the white underwear, and the liquid secreted from the top stained a small piece of dark water. color.He Chengan scraped with his fingers, Le Mingxin moaned, his forearms were stretched sideways to cover his face, but his waist involuntarily pushed up.

He Chengan pulled him to sit up, took off his outer pants, and sat on him with his legs apart. The white underwear wrapped his firm and round buttocks, and he was sitting on the tent that He Chengan had propped up. Le Mingxin's upturned nipples rubbed against He Chengan's pectoral muscles.

"Do you want it..." He Chengan pecked his chest with his lips if there was nothing, and the big hand that was holding the paintbrush just now wrapped his butt through the underwear and pressed it on himself, "Do you want to feel good?"

Le Mingxin couldn't speak at this time, He Chengan liked his bare legs wearing white socks and white underwear, his legs were spread wide, shrouded in the sun.He hugged He Chengan's back with one hand, and grasped He Chengan's hair weakly with the other.

He Chengan grabbed the lubricant, pulled Le Mingxin's wrist, and kissed his palm first, which made Le Mingxin feel hot all over, and the glans protruded from the edge of his underwear, glistening with water, red and wet, and then Squeeze the lubricating fluid into Le Mingxin's hands and coax him: "Use your fingers to expand and put them in one by one."

As she said that, she helped him pull down the panties a little, but did not take them off, still wrapping around his erect penis, strangling half of his buttocks, making the flesh of his buttocks red.

Le Mingxin was very shy, but he really wanted it, the front was unbearably hard, and He Chengan's hard heat was pressing against him under his buttocks again, the two of them were chest to chest, sweaty.He bravely stretched his hands behind him, and He Chengan put his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, kissing his cheek sideways while guiding him.

"Slow down, put your fingertips in first, wet the inside and stretch it out," He Cheng'an said in a hoarse voice, low and heavy, like a feather scraping on the eardrum, and praised him from time to time like coaxing a child, "Yes, That's it, plug it in, good boy."

Le Mingxin masturbated under He Chengan's nose, his wheat-colored skin turned red, and his toes were curled up in the white socks. When he got down on the bed, he liked to toss people, and pulled out three wet fingers. The underwear was already wet from front to back. He was limp in He Chengan's arms, his waist collapsed, and he didn't want to move anymore.

He Chengan unbuttoned his pants, pulled his underwear, and his erect penis popped out. It was hard, thick and long, with an upward curve. He Chengan picked up the condom thrown on the bed with one hand, and bit open the package with his teeth. , with Le Mingxin's hands to put on a condom for herself, the lubricant on the condom soaked both hands, sticking the pubic hair under He Chengan's crotch into locks.

In position, he pokes his penis into the well-expanded asshole bit by bit.

Le Mingxin felt his back being squeezed away, which was completely different from the day when he only used his fingers, and his buttocks were opened. He raised his neck and let out a cry, but was pushed out of tune.He Chengan pressed Le Mingxin onto the bed, and when he fell down, his penis penetrated a little deeper, brushed against the prostate, hit his hipbone on his buttocks, and with a loud "pop", Le Mingxin actually ejaculated directly into his underwear .

After the orgasm, the intestinal tract contracted, and He Chengan frowned and gasped for breath. He waited until Le Ming's heart calmed down, and then he pushed and thrust. Pulling it apart vigorously, throwing it aside, he fiddled with Le Mingxin's half-hard penis after ejaculation, which was sticky with his own semen.

Le Mingxin was repeatedly rubbed against his prostate, and he could not stop hearing the sound of "papa" slapping flesh, mixed with the sound of wet water, and only had the strength left to scream. He Chengan's waist was clamped between his thighs, and he felt like he was driving a pile. The two of them knelt on the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. Le Mingxin closed his eyes and dared not look at them. His body was covered in sweat, and beads of sweat flowed down his neck. , hanging on the milk beads, dripping on the bed with the movements of the two.

He Chengan pressed him against the floor-to-ceiling window, pushed his knees between his legs, pressed him against the glass and couldn't move, and flicked him from bottom to top, until Le Mingxin's buttocks turned red.He reminded himself to be gentle in his heart, but he still couldn't help it, and pushed hard, he deliberately wanted to snub Le Mingxin, but he still approached Le Mingxin like this, which made people feel soft.

Le Mingxin had already broken the jar, and shot on the glass window with a groan, and his whole body kept sliding down.He Chengan pulled it out, pulled the condom, masturbated twice, and ejaculated all on Le Mingxin's back. The semen flowed down his back and onto the tip of his buttocks.