They hadn't seen each other for a few days, but they were more intimate than before. Ethan Yong's hand gently stroked his eyebrows, stroking his facial features like drawing eyebrows and eyes. Caleb Zhou felt that he seemed different. Just by going to bed, even the smell of this person was much more tempting to him.
Caleb Zhou sat up from the bed, and Ethan Yong crushed the cigarette into the ashtray beside the bed. He rubbed his fingers over his neck and into his hair, and gently pushed him to lean towards him. Caleb Zhou obediently moved over, and he thought Ethan Yong might K!ss him, but he didn't. Ethan Yong simply hugged his waist, holding him firmly, and sniffed his neck.
Cold nose tip, warm lips. The two contrasting touches made his back numb. He touched Ethan Yong's chin, lifted his face slightly, and went to find his lips. When their lips touched again, Caleb Zhou hummed with pleasure and actively put his tongue in. Gradually, the posture changed, and Ethan Yong was entangled by him and pressed to the head of the bed.
His pajamas were lifted up to his shoulder blades, revealing a part of his waist. A pair of slender hands rubbed his waist twice and then stretched forward, not knowing where they touched, probably a fatal place. Caleb Zhou, who was on top, trembled and bent his waist like a cat, trying to hide. But it was too late, and a hand touched him from under his clothes.
The place that had just subsided was stimulated. He narrowed his eyes slightly and panted: "You came to my house, really just to steal someone." Ethan Yong's abstinent face was full of seriousness. It was not enough to touch him, so he lifted his clothes and put his head inside. The fleshy red nipple fell into someone else's mouth and sucked loudly.
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