From Body to Love

"Asleep, can you not wake up?" He asked.

"No, Meng Fu, I like you so much. You don't like me a little. How can you not wake up?" He sniffed hard at his smell.

It seems that this smell will dissipate at any time.

"... you know, I won't like you."

"I know, I know."

"You should hate me. In this way, I can hate you fairly. "

"You hate me. I just want to like you."

Meng Fu closed his eyes and stopped talking. His fingers seemed to inadvertently grasp Guze's arm, which was like an attachment under the extreme lack of security.

All that remained beside him was Guze.

The man who hated him and loved him.

He knew someone was kissing him. At six o'clock in the morning, he naturally opened his eyes. His eyes were red and swollen. The sky was still dark, leaving only a faint light. He saw Guze's face close at hand.

Wet your lips.

Guze's tongue slipped through his lips.

He knows.

He lay on his side and blinked softly.

Guze retreated and lay opposite him.

"If an atomic bomb suddenly appeared in the sky and hit our roof, we will become eternal now."

"Meng Fu, just now, I thought so. That's it. If the house collapses and the atomic bomb falls on top of my head, I won't be tired in the future. It's good that you and I are just together. "

Guze said softly.

"You died with me?"

"No, I want to live with you." He carefully raised his hand and stroked his neck. His thin cheek leaned over to Wen him again.

He thought he would push him away.

Because this is not when he is sleeping, but when he is so awake.

He Wen's is very gentle and careful. He sticks out his tongue and probes into it tentatively. When he sees that he doesn't resist, he only hangs his eyelids and can't see the fluctuations in his eyes.

He had the courage to roll his tongue a little bit, lick and linger. His hands unconsciously went into his clothes and gradually went up from the hem of his pajamas.

Like a snake, it jumped across his skin.

With his sunken waist, clear ribs and inch by inch touching, he was so thin, thinner than some days ago, this man, this man

Two fingers gently rubbed his red tassel, pinched it, carefully rubbed / rubbed it, and slowly stood up.

His lips rolled and twisted to his neck. His hands crossed and separated his clothes. He bit his clavicle, bent his head to lick his pink tassel and gently bit it.

Then, suddenly, a tear rolled out and fell on Meng Fu's emaciated chest.

"Guze, why are you crying?" He asked.

His eyes looked at the white wardrobe opposite the bed.

"And you, why?" Guze asked.

Hold on and stare at Meng Fu's face.

Why don't you push me away? Why don't you say stay away from me? If you don't push me away, it will only fascinate me more and make me feel like a demon. You will like me a little.

"Make / love with me." Meng Fu turned his head and looked at the ancient Ze above.

"Huh?"

"You don't want to do / love with me?" He asked and affirmed, "you obviously want to, you're hard."

He's seducing him.

He felt that he was seducing him. He still had that faint expression and said "you're hard", but it was actually a kind of seduction.

"Meng Fu, you know I want you. If you don't push me away, I'll do it to the end. Do you know what you're doing?" He whispered in his ear.

"Take whatever you want."

He looked at Guze squarely and stretched out a hand to untie / open the belt of his pajamas. He did all this very naturally. With only a little pulling, Guze covered his hand and dissolved and opened the whole pajamas.

He quickly took off his clothes.

Skin ironing.

This Wen is a little fierce in an instant.

He branded one Wen mark after another and licked the scar on his wrist very gently.

But he didn't prepare the lubricant in advance. He was afraid of his pain. He only put in a finger and drew it out when he frowned. "Meng Fu, forget it. Don't force yourself. "

Meng Fu shook his head, "it's all right. Come on. You don't have to bear it. "

Gu Ze looked at Meng Fu a little blankly. He didn't understand why Meng Fu wanted to do this. This blankness was soon covered by emotion / desire. He heard Meng Fu make a cry from his throat.

Incomparably intoxicating.

Spit on the palm and lubricate it all. He said, "Meng Fu, if you say stop, I'll stop."

Meng Fu bit his lower lip and shook his head.

When the things of Guze completely went in, Meng Fu tightened his toes and sweated on his painful forehead. He bent up the pillow and bit the corner of the pillow.

Guze is moving slowly, and Guze is trying to hit his sensitive points.

He could not bear to let out a groan / groan.

Guze went to Wen him, swam / walked everywhere on him, tried his best to comfort him, please him and tease him. Gu Ze knew every sensitive point in him, so he stimulated that sensitive point.

His moaning is a kind of charm to Guze.

I don't know how long it lasted, Guze leaked into his body, took him to the bathroom and came back after cleaning.

"Tell me, why?" He took Meng Fu in his arms and asked.

"... you helped me."

Gu Ze's body was stiff, and then he smiled silently, "so it is. Meng Fu, that's all. " How could he forget that Meng Fu doesn't love to owe people.

He remembers what others have helped him, so he will return it one by one.

He took the initiative to do / love with Guze, but because he had nothing to repay. Only this body, he knew that Guze had feelings / desires for him, so he took the initiative.

"Meng Fu, you know, I want more than a do / love."

"If the atomic bomb suddenly falls on our heads, it will be too late."

Guze doesn't understand what he means by being too late. He wants to repay by doing / love. It doesn't have to be this time.

Gu Ze was confused, but Meng Fu was silent.

The skin is close to each other, but each hides his mind.

Guze was smoking on the balcony. Looking back through the French window, he saw Meng Fuzheng sitting on the sofa wiping a fruit knife. There were some fruits on the tea table in front of him.

He thought that Meng Fu should want to eat fruit. He should cut the fruit well. I'm going to go out, change my mind and let him do something. It's not like a puppet without a soul.

The wrist can bear some strength. Cutting fruit should not be a problem.

Thinking like this, my eyes looked into the living room from time to time.

"Mr. Gu, something's going on."

Then Secretary Wang called him.

"The last criminal detective firm has been caught. I have transferred the criminal to the police station. The situation is not very good. "

"Needless to say, I understand." Gu Ze glanced at Meng Fu, who was still stubbornly wiping the fruit knife with a towel.

The blade surface glowed coldly in the slight sun.

Secretary Wang informed Guze of the news learned from the prisoner one by one. Every time he said one point, Guze's eyebrows wrinkled deeper.

"... president Gu, Meng Fu, what should he do?"

"He has me." He leaned against the balcony, looked downstairs again and continued to ask, "how's the company doing?"

"Performance has declined."

Guze hasn't been in charge of the restaurant for a long time. When Secretary Wang reported this situation, he was ready to be scolded, because he knew that Guze had a strong dedication. If he knew that the restaurant's performance was declining, he would be scolded.

Unexpectedly, Guze just paused and replied calmly, "Secretary Wang, things in the company have bothered you these days."

"Mr. Gu, this is what I should do."

"I want to be with him. I'm afraid I won't find him as soon as I walk away."

Therefore, the company's affairs, money and power are less important. If he leaves, he will guard these alone, but he will guard a lonely house.

"How are you and Meng Fu now?" Secretary Wang asked with concern.

Gu Ze smiled lonely and said softly, "it's the same as before, but it's good like this." At least he's by my side.

"Give it to me. I'll cut what you want." He went to the living room and took the fruit knife from his hand. "Apples, I can peel apples very well now."

Naturally, once in the hospital, he peeled so many apples.

Maybe it's because he didn't cut it for a long time. His action is very slow and clumsy, but he is extremely careful and stubbornly wants to cut it into one.

But it was cut in half, but it broke.

The finger was also cut by the knife edge.

Bleeding.

Guze didn't feel pain and didn't care about the scratch of his finger. He said bitterly, "I shouldn't peel the apple, Meng Fu, I shouldn't try this."

Cut it into one, it's a lifetime. He Manyu told him this. At that time, he didn't cut it into one and didn't care.

Now, No.

"I'll get the band aid."

Meng Fu got up, went to the bedroom drawer to find band aids, returned to the living room and wrapped up Gu Ze's fingers.

Guze still stared at the broken apple peel, "I'll peel it again." He said suddenly.

"Mr. Gu, your life is not mine. Don't cut it. "

The more he said so, the more Guze wanted to prove it.

"No, I can only be you all my life."

His fingers were cut one after another. Meng Fu couldn't stop it, so he looked at it silently. If he couldn't keep looking, he looked out of the window, or habitually in a daze.

When Guze really cuts a circle.

His eyes twinkled for a moment, then he took the band aid and wrapped up Guze's injured fingers one by one.

Late at night, indoors.

The moonlight poured.

Hug the shoulders and fold the strands, which is vivid and fragrant.

His sweat dripping on his chest, obsessed with his repressed groans / groans.

Meng Fu was very tired and sleepy.

Half asleep and half awake, Gu Ze whispered, "Meng Fu, do you have a little heart for me?"

He did not answer with tired eyes.

In a trance again, listening to the lower and lower voice, "all my life, I believe all my life."

Then I can't hear anything.

Gu Ze looked at him in the moonlight. Meng Fu will arrive soon tomorrow. Tomorrow, all seemingly calm will be broken. What about tomorrow?