MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 55

No one can tell how that kiss happened, who got close to whom first, and who seduced whom first. When their lips touched, there was a slight temperature difference at first, Yang Xuan's was cool and dry, Tang Junhe's was hot and moist, but this subtle difference was quickly melted away by the heat between the lips and tongue.

Yang Xuan only felt that his younger brother's lips were soft, as if he was helplessly and cooperatively letting him do whatever he wanted. Everything was driven by instinct. The tip of Yang Xuan's tongue opened Tang Junhe's lips, pried open between his teeth, and penetrated into his hot and humid mouth. The tip of the tongue touched the tip of the tongue, and then slipped away first. , and then quickly entangled together. The noses of each other flowed back and forth in the small space, unable to escape, being repeatedly inhaled and exhaled by them.

Yang Xuan's arm resting on his knee stretched out, embracing his brother's body that was about to collapse. He felt that the helpless tongue was responding jerky to him, and the two arms stretched out to hook his neck, which made him bow his head and deepen the kiss.

Tang Junhe's nerves were numb by the huge buzzing in his head, and after a while, he realized that they were kissing belatedly. He and his brother Yang Xuan, they are kissing! He responded awkwardly to this kiss, as long as Yang Xuan taught him, he would learn everything, licking, biting, tongue entanglement... This kiss was so deep that he didn't know how to breathe. Nearly hypoxic, the heartbeat seemed to be beating directly on the eardrum, resounding like thunder.

Outside the window, with a scream, fireworks rose into the night sky one after another, and then exploded above their heads.

The new year is here.

The lips and tongue were separated, and a silk thread was pulled out. Yang Xuan's thumb rubbed Tang Junhe's wet and soft lips, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you learned it?"

Tang Junhe's eyes were a little out of focus, and he looked at him panting. He took the initiative to move closer to Yang Xuan, wanting to continue the kiss, but was stopped by Yang Xuan pinching his chin. Yang Xuan's eyes remained clear, and he tried to hold himself: "Teach only once."

"But I haven't learned yet," Tang Junhe looked at him, the desire in his eyes was undisguised, straightforward and naked, "Brother..." He swallowed his throat, his slightly protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was soft Like a temptation, "I'm 17 years old, we can do something else..." He said, reaching out to touch Yang Xuan's lower body, he felt his brother reacted, it was as hard as his own, " Brother, I still remember what you taught me last time..."

Yang Xuan looked at Tang Junhe, the two open and closed lips were bleeding red, like ripe cherries, glowing with moisture, sweet and soft, which he just tasted. They are as innocent and alluring as those black onyx eyes. He heard his brother say, "Did you teach me... that you want me to use it on others?"

His reason is clamoring to persuade him to stop, but desire is not under the control of reason, it is burning wildly, and burns away his reason.

"Use it on who?" Yang Xuan put his hand into his pajamas, looked at him and asked.

Another firework exploded, shining white light on their faces, and Yang Xuan saw his brother's flushed cheeks, as red as an apple from the Garden of Eden. Overripe apples grow on the tree, precariously about to fall.

He pulled his brother's pajamas over his head, threw them aside, and pinned him to the rug. Their hard bones collided with a dull sound.

This was an impulsive and youthful first experience, even the foreplay was forgotten by them. When entering, Tang Junhe's body trembled slightly because of tension, and he felt a heart-piercing pain, so that he instinctively Crying out of his throat: "Brother, I hurt...

Yang Xuan's movements paused, and his rationality reset slightly. He realized that such a rough entry seemed somewhat unworkable. He tried to squeeze a finger into Tang Junhe's body, but the entrance was too narrow, and it was tightly closed, refusing any intrusion.

"Brother, it seems that something needs to be squeezed in..." Tang Junhe pressed his red face against the carpet, and gave his brother advice, "Call lubricant..."

Lubricant? Where did they get the lubricant? Yang Xuan thought for a while and asked, "Don't you have face cream? Would that work?"

Tang Junhe ran to his room naked, brought the face cream to Yang Xuan, and lay down on the carpet voluntarily.

"How?" Yang Xuan knelt beside his younger brother, restraining the desire in his body and asked, "Didn't you search it on the computer?"

Tang Junhe's face turned red again: "How do you know..."

"I'm your brother," Yang Xuan just said, then patted his waist and urged, "Let's talk about how to do it first."

"Apply it on your hands..." He only said one sentence, and Yang Xuan understood it. The fingers covered with cream entered the opening of the acupuncture point with difficulty, and the tight and hot and humid inner wall wriggled uncomfortably, biting him tightly. .

No one knew whether the expansion could be done properly, Yang Xuan put on his hot and hard **** to press against the ever-shrinking acupuncture point, and tried to squeeze in again.

Tang Junhe was fearful and looking forward to it. He was mentally prepared to be broken into by Yang Xuan, but his body pushed him outward involuntarily. Before he penetrated fully, the tearing pain made him tremble all over. He bit his lips tightly, trying not to make a sound or hide. He wanted his brother to enter his body, no matter how great the pain was, Can't stop him either.

Yang Xuan looked at Tang Junhe who was lying under him, his body was glowing in the moonlight, and the two butterfly bones trembled slightly because of tension, like wings that would break out of their shells at any time. He slowly and firmly pushed himself into the body below him, and as soon as he stuck his head in, Tang Junhe groaned in pain.

"It hurts?" Yang Xuan asked, looking at him with sweat dripping from his forehead.

"A little bit..." Tang Junhe tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, "Brother, how far is it?"

"Just go in a little bit." Yang Xuan looked down at the part where they connected, and the area around the hole's mouth had been stretched rosy and smooth. He stretched out his arms to wrap around Tang Junhe's waist, lifted him a little, and then squeezed in a little bit with his waist. The depth of the acupoint was moist and warm, Yang Xuan tried to move, "It's about to go in," he leaned down and kissed his brother's sweaty forehead, "Relax."

"How far is it?" Tang Junhe will look back in pain in a while, "Brother, kiss me..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xuan slammed his head inward, and Tang Junhe was in pain all over his body, tears overflowed, "It's too big," he cried softly, "Brother, slow down..."

Yang Xuan hugged the sweaty Tang Junhe into his arms, turned his face and touched his lips: "Go in."

"Have they all gone in?" Tang Junhe asked crying.

"Well, they're all in." Yang Xuan reached out to rub his hair, "Does it still hurt?"

Tang Junhe said with tears in his eyes: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt if you go all in."

Yang Xuan withdrew the sexual organ from his body a little bit, and then pushed hard again. Tang Junhe groaned, and asked in a crying voice, "Didn't they all go in?"

"I'm lying to you," Yang Xuan chuckled in his ear, "Now we're all in."

"Really?" Tang Junhe struggled to look back.

Yang Xuan felt a little hurt from being pinched by him, and fixed his upper body with his arms to prevent him from moving. He held Tang Junhe's hand and led him to touch the part where they were connected.

"It really all went in." Tang Junhe groped and choked up.

The unmanned body was stretched apart by the huge genitals, before he recovered, Yang Xuan held his waist and began to move. The psychological pleasure was far greater than the physical one. Tang Junhe catered to Yang Xuan's unhurried throbbing with unbearable pain, and every groan had a painful ending.

"Brother," he turned to look at Yang Xuan, begging pitifully with tears in his eyes, "kiss me, you kiss me..."

Yang Xuan lowered his head to kiss him and licked his lips, but his lower body was hitting him mercilessly. The young man driven by the animal nature in his body struggled to control the strength and frequency of thrusting, but the hot and humid inner wall swallowed tightly. Biting him, forced back his calm and self-sufficient reason.

"Ah..." Tang Junhe, who was pushed to a sensitive position by the jack, trembled all over his body, almost screaming, a tinge of pleasure suddenly mixed with the overwhelming pain, like a bright white lightning flashed across the dark night, knocking him out of consciousness lose.

"Brother, brother..." The intense pleasure made him feel a burst of fear, as if he would faint and die at any moment, his moan was broken and helpless, and he stretched out his hand to grab Yang Xuan's arm, "Brother, I, I'm afraid ..."

Yang Xuan didn't slow down, instead, he turned a blind eye and charged into his body more fiercely. "Don't be afraid," Yang Xuan's deep voice was mixed with a trace of imperceptible emotion, and he said close to Tang Junhe's ear, "Brother is here."

Tang Junhe stopped talking. He held Yang Xuan's strong forearm with stretched veins, and moaned softly following the collision in his body. In a trance, he saw Yang Xuan's calloused palm with a small It was a very round wound, with bright red tender flesh in the middle, and there were burn marks on the edge, perhaps because it had just been soaked in water, and it was still bleeding slightly at the moment.

Tang Junhe leaned over almost unconsciously, stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the burn mark, and tasted the slightly fishy blood overflowing there. Yang Xuan only felt his palms being licked. He looked down at Tang Junhe. His younger brother was sticking out his bright red tongue, licking the place burned by the cigarette **** like a cat. The tip of his tongue and lips were stained with blood, and his whole body was infected. A hint of obsequiousness.

Yang Xuan was slightly absent-minded, stretched out his hand to grab Tang Junhe's trembling **** standing upright in front of him, stretched out his hand to comfort him, he bent down and kissed him, as if he wanted to swallow him into his stomach, and put that bit The blood stains on his lips and the broken moans were swallowed, and the lower body slammed mercilessly, pushing hard into the deepest part of Tang Junhe's body.

"Ah...brother..." Tang Junhe moaned in tears, his body contracted suddenly and violently, accompanied by his body trembling, he **** in the palm of Yang Xuan's hand, and the scorching **** splashed on his own chest.

Their sweaty bodies rubbed together greasy, Yang Xuan tightened his arms, and bound Tang Junhe almost out of breath, as if he wanted to embed him into his body, accompanied by a burst of rapid thrusting, He frowned slightly, and shot into Tang Junhe's body.