Pride-Lust-Desire (20)
"What does it feel like to kiss?"
The classmate rubbed against each other, and many of his actions were very innocent. He looked at Song Shu expectantly, and his lips and tongue were close to Song Shu's neck, touching her vaguely, moist and warm, causing her skin to tremble numbly, and his voice was expectant and tentative: "Will it be comfortable?"
Song Shu's mind was already clouded by alcohol, and he was not clear-headed at all. The hand he used to resist his deskmate's lips had been bitten and chewed, and his fair skin was covered with teeth marks of varying severity, and his dark blue blood vessels also had wet lick marks.
Song Shu didn't want to answer questions like whether he had kissed or not, and whether kissing was comfortable or not. In his memory, his first kiss should have been given to Alice.
As for whether it was pleasant or not, of course I felt pleasant when I was kissed, but later when I found out that Alice was a man, I felt pretty shitty.
Song Shu thought about it, but couldn't come up with an answer. He just pushed his deskmate away vaguely: "It's okay, don't stick to me, it's hot."
If we were to talk about the similarities between my deskmate and his brother, besides having the same name, they both have very high body temperatures. Other than that, there is no other similarity, and the indulgence that came from the name has also disappeared.
His deskmate was unaware. He pressed his fingers on the sofa, suppressing the bulging veins on the back of his hand, and breathing with restraint but not too restrained. He pressed against Song Shu's palm and said aggrievedly: "What do you mean by okay? Have you kissed someone else?"
Song Shu had some sweat on his forehead, like jade soaked in cold water. The little red dot above his left eye was vivid and charming, his pupil was moist, and the corner of his eye was like a sharp little hook, looking very ruthless.
"If you want to experience it, go find someone else."
Song Shu blocked his deskmate's face so that he would not be too drunk. Why would he kiss a man? When he tried to drink after graduating from high school, he did not kiss his brother.
[Did you agree to Song Yinxing because you drank with your brother on the day of graduation? ]
Song Shu emphasized: "He is my deskmate."
Song Yinxing is his brother and his deskmate is his deskmate.
What's the difference? They both have the same name. 555 speechless: […So that's why you agreed to be your deskmate?]
Why ask this kind of question? Isn't the answer obvious?
Song Shu was puzzled: "What about that?"
[Are you sure your first kiss was with Alice? Actually, after you died, I saw some interesting information in your profile, which showed that you lost your first kiss the year you graduated from high school.]
Song Shu: "How is that possible?"
When saying these words, I was still reluctant to call my deskmate's name.
Song Shu doesn't like to involve his brother with others. His brother is his brother, Song Yinxing and Song Chen are both his brothers, because they are too similar, so it doesn't matter if they are mixed together, anyway, they are all his brothers.
But my deskmate is called Song Yinxing.
In the first year of high school, he was not interested in who his deskmate was, but when he saw the name, he felt a little bit of anticipation. Could it be his brother again? He even thought about it. Before, Song Yinxing used to take advantage of his age to discipline him, so now that he was the same age as him, he felt a little strange.
The result disappointed him. His deskmate was very good-looking, but he looked nothing like his brother.
555 once laughed at him: [Why do I feel like you are eating a meal replacement. ]
Song Shu once argued: "What does it mean to take meal replacements? My brother is my brother." There was no reason for it, and sometimes he even felt that Song Chen and Song Yinxing were the same person.
The alcohol-washed brain was no longer clear, and the completely drunk deskmate was acting unreasonably. He pushed Song Shu to the ground a little angrily and lifted up Song Shu's clothes as if to check for traces.
A pair of hands pressed against her fair and soft belly, and my deskmate leaned in closer to breathe, "Did he kiss you here?"
The head no longer came closer to stick to his lips, and Song Shu was too lazy to move. His black hair was pressed on the sofa, with the strands of hair on his forehead scattered wetly. His pure black pupils were light watery, his cheeks were slightly red, and his expression was tired and distracted, as if others could do anything to him.
The classmate looked over with a questioning look, and Song Shu looked at him like a fool in return: "Kissing, isn't kissing about the mouth? What does it have to do with the stomach?"
Song Shu kicked his deskmate's shoulder, but his strength was not strong enough because his whole body was weak from drinking. He said impatiently, "Don't get drunk."
Song Yinxing would never be like that. After all, deskmates are deskmates.
Song Shu had always been indulgent towards him, and would always feel a little aggrieved and angry when he was not indulged. The hand that his deskmate was holding on Song Shu's waist tightened, and his expression darkened for a moment.
Before Song Shu could kick the man again, his T-shirt was pushed up and his deskmate licked his belly.
There was no warning, some unexpected actions, and a bit of anger. Song Shu's brain seemed to be rumbling through a train, and there was a moment of blankness. He sat up and grabbed his deskmate's head, and the indulgence in his tone was gone.
"Are you ill?"
Just like the names of the current boyfriend and brother, the deskmate is not the current boyfriend, and the relationship cannot even be called a friend, but he is indulged because of this secret relationship.
This indulgence is not absolutely without bottom line.
The pink-haired boy sitting next to him was held in Song Shu's hand, and his head was forced to tilt up. His cheeks were only slightly red from being drunk, as if he was pretending to be drunk. He stuck out his tongue in a somewhat obedient manner, and Song Shu then discovered that there was a piece of ice cube on the tip of his tongue that had not yet melted.
Song Shu's head became even hotter, and the alcohol seemed not to evaporate but to melt into his body.
The tip of his tongue retracted, and his deskmate moved closer, "My name is Song Yinxing."
"Song Shu, you never call me by my name."
Strange, a person with completely different facial features and personality actually has a bit of Song Yinxing in him.
Song Shu touched his deskmate's face, too lazy to lie, and simply told the truth: "I don't want to shout."
The living room was filled with the decadent smell of alcohol, the warm air from the air conditioner made people feel dizzy, and the wine barrel on the coffee table that originally contained fruit wine ice cubes had melted into a pool of water.
The sofa sank, and the classmate knelt down near Song Shu, and with a completely submissive attitude, he put his lips on the side of Song Shu's neck and said without any context, "Song Yinxing is just a name, it can be many people, I am just one of them, Song Yinxing."
Song Shu nodded: "You are right, but Song Yinxing is Song Yinxing."
His brother was his brother first, and then Song Yinxing. Because his brother was Song Yinxing, the name Song Yinxing had meaning.
Therefore his brother can also be called Song Chen.
Song Shu's head felt heavy as he made these random inferences. His thoughts kept going back to the year he graduated from high school, when he drank too much at home and had his brother clean up the mess for him.
"So we want to kiss? We want to kiss Song Yinxing?" The classmate stuck out his tongue again, and the broken ice was about to melt.
"I still have ice."
Song Shu's thoughts were unstable and his head was heavy. He couldn't hear clearly what his deskmate was saying, because another familiar, lecturing voice appeared in his mind: "Drinking so much? Are you celebrating the end of the college entrance examination or the end of your life?"
My deskmate was already very close, and the bucket wall with water droplets slowly reflected the two figures hugging each other.
However, the classmate was really drunk, and the corner of his lips just brushed against Song Shu's lips, and the next second he made an uneasy breathing sound.
Song Shu's head hit the sofa with a thud, and was picked up the next second.
"Song Shu, you have become more capable."
Song Yinxing's palms were burning hot as he held his shoulders. His tone was a little fierce, "Drinking the wine from the wine storage room, do you know how strong the alcohol content is?"
Song Yinxing, a college graduate, is nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was still wearing a suit after coming back from a meeting. His muscles bulged under his sleeves and the veins on the back of his hands bulged suppressedly.
Seeing how fierce he was, Song Shu subconsciously shrank his head and tried to defend himself: "Brother, I froze the wine into ice cubes."
He pointed to the ice bucket on the table, "Look."
Song Yinxing's face was grim, "Even if you freeze into pieces, the temperature won't go down."
Song Shu was pulled up. Seeing that Song Yinxing was going to the living room to get a ruler, Song Shu probably knew that he was going to be beaten again. He was drunk and didn't know where he got the courage from, but he pounced on Song Yinxing and pressed him on the sofa.
Song Yinxing seemed to have not expected him to be so shameless. He frowned deeply and pushed him, "Get out of the way."
…
I don't know when the drunkard on me woke up.
His desk mate didn't dare to kiss his face, but instead nibbled and bit his chin and neck, causing him to tremble violently.
Song Shu had not yet completely come out of the dream, and his eyes were slack for a moment. He seemed to be really drunk, with his black hair spread out, his face slightly red, his expression slack and his lips rosy, which was indescribably attractive.
Although I was not kissed, my memories were awakened little by little with the contact with my deskmate, and my breathing gradually became rapid.
He pressed Song Yinxing down on the sofa and gagged her without any method.
They stared at each other without any atmosphere, and then suddenly he licked Song Yinxing's lips curiously.
The tip of his tongue pried open his pearly teeth and his tongue slid in. The ice in his mouth had not yet completely melted and it felt both cold and hot. He pushed and resisted, but his arms held Song Yinxing tightly.
His suit and shirt were all crumpled, and the ice cubes were melted by kissing. The alcohol content was really high, and it almost burned his brain. It was clearly dark, and there were flashing neon lights outside the window. Under the overexposed light above his head, Song Shu also had a sense of taboo and shame.
Song Yinxing is his brother.
They are kissing.
The night turned into day, and the ice cubes around were making surprising and noisy sounds: "...They are kissing."
His brother was also kissing him, his mouth, lips and tongue were all plundered, and his light eyes flashed with a hint of violent and restrained emotion.
His brother had always been restrained, so when there was just a little taste of blood in his mouth, his brother let him go. In this case, he could pinch his chin and make him open his mouth to see his bitten tongue.
It was too embarrassing, he couldn't open his mouth, but his brother forced him to open his mouth even though they were kissing just a moment ago.
…
Song Shu opened his lips unconsciously, and when he opened his eyes he saw bright sunlight again.
It was still daytime, and he was drinking with his tablemate.
His deskmate is also called Song Yinxing.
His mind worked slowly and Song Shu turned to the windowsill. It was also daytime outside and there were birds chirping.
Yes, the community where he lives has been well greened, and is also known as the "Bird's Home". This is because the property management company places bird nests in places where there are many birds every year, and birds give birth to birds, and then there are more birds.
555 said this is Jiji Community, which is very suitable for Song Shu.
Song Shu's brain had begun to piece together information randomly, and he was a little overwhelmed. He rubbed his brow.
His desk mate was still biting his chin, because he didn't dare to kiss his lips, so the drunkard just bit everything he could.
Song Shu's breathing was still a little fast, and his memory came back at a very inopportune time, as if he had had a beautiful erotic dream.
He pushed the person who was still biting his earlobe, his hands limp and weak, "Stop biting."
The desk mate seemed tired as well. He raised his head, rubbed his cheek, then hugged him and fell asleep again.
Song Shu still had some consciousness. He left his desk mate on the sofa. The heater was on in the living room, so he simply wrapped himself in a small blanket and slept on the carpet.
…
It was already past seven when Song Shu woke up again. He had a splitting headache and the face he saw when he opened his eyes was still that of his deskmate.
My deskmate curled his lips and said, "You're awake. There's some hangover soup on the table."
My desk mate had already cleaned up the living room, and the ice and wine bucket were gone.
Song Shu rubbed his brows. He didn't drink as much as his deskmate, but he still had a headache. Looking at his deskmate again, he looked like nothing had happened.
“…”
There are indeed differences between people.
The memory of being drunk is not very clear. The only thing Song Shu remembers is that he flirted with Song Yinxing when he was drunk on the day of his high school graduation.
There is only one thing in my heart - Fortunately, he died suddenly (not)
Otherwise, how could he face Song Yinxing!
This is his brother! His brother!
555 Comments: [The kiss was quite passionate. ]
Song Shu was unwilling to face it, "It seems that death is not all bad."
Song Yinxing must have been too embarrassed at the time, so he simply told him that he was drunk and fell asleep.
Ahhh, he attacked his brother. Even if he is not his biological son, he is worse than a beast.
Song Shu was sad.
【You are a warrior.】
After all, he was still afraid that his brother would beat him with a ruler.
Originally, hitting someone with a ruler was not unacceptable, but looking at Song Yinxing's face at the time, Song Shu felt that he would most likely be spanked, and with the help of alcohol, he became extremely bold.
Facts have proved that people can do anything in a hurry.
If he were to do it again, he would definitely choose not to kiss Song Yinxing, because he would still be spanked with a ruler the next day.
Song Yinxing usually didn't teach him a lesson, and the force of the ruler didn't hurt, and there wouldn't be any pain even the next day, but spanking was really too humiliating.
Song Shu protested, but Song Yinxing rejected his protest.
"You didn't care about the beating, and you were secretly smug and used the excuse that your hand hurt so you didn't have to draw or do your homework..."
"Then spanking you will do the trick. It won't hurt, but it will make you feel ashamed."
This method is indeed effective. At least Song Shu no longer dares to try anything dangerous or stupid.
555 Curious: [How many times have you been spanked? ]
Song Shu: “…twice.”
In addition to the time when he was drinking, there was another time when he was being a middle school student and made some sentimental last words, thinking that he would hand the others over to his brother after he died, but his brother saw them before he died.
It happened that he was still on the balcony looking for inspiration while enjoying the fresh air, and when he turned around he saw his brother's face.
Even though he got spanked, Song Shu had never seen his brother look like that.
Angry, broken, and with unspeakable sadness and grief. After being spanked, he heard his brother ask, "Song Shu, are you going to leave me alone?"
…
Anyway, he is dead now and his brother is alone.
I should have left a last will.
Song Shu's expression changed from time to time, and finally he looked a little sad. His deskmate paused and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"
Song Shu was overwhelmed by the surging emotions and waved his hand: "No..."
His deskmate's expression was so innocent that Song Shu couldn't help but wonder if he had blacked out. He drank the hangover soup on the table, and his headache was finally relieved.
He asked, “How much do you remember?”
My deskmate's face turned red instantly, and he looked like a ripe tomato.
"I……"
Song Shu: ? ?
His deskmate kept looking at his neck, so Song Shu couldn't help but look down as well.
...a neck full of bite marks and kisses.
Song Shu: “…”
Biting like this, is he born in the Year of the Dog?
Song Shu's body was covered with his bite marks. His deskmate lowered his head, his chest swelling, his possessiveness satisfied as never before, and he felt indescribable joy. He rubbed his ears: "Sorry, I think I did something not very good."
[Maybe I used you as a teething stick. 】
Song Shu: "...Damn it."
Very accurate, can't argue with that.
The deskmate rubbed his ears again and resisted the urge to hug Song Shu, "I'm really sorry."
It seems that I really don't remember.
Song Shu waved his hand: "Don't drink so much next time."
Since he doesn't remember, it's not a big deal. He doesn't remember it very clearly anyway.
…
After seeing off his deskmate who kept apologizing, Song Shu went to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, the marks on his body were still there.
It's really weird.
Lin Mo has sent him messages during this period.
Lin Mo: [Drunk?]
Song Shu wanted to reply, but the strange feeling on his neck made him unable to resist touching it. He turned on the camera on his phone and took a picture to see what was going on with his neck.
But my mind was not clear enough, and due to improper operation, I only managed to capture the slightly red and swollen lips and a little bit of the chin.
A blurry photo, meaningless. Song Shu wanted to delete it, but he accidentally clicked send.
! !
He was chatting with Lin Mo on his trumpet.
The picture kept spinning and was sent in less than a second. Song Shu's face turned cracked. He wanted to withdraw it but ended up clicking on delete in a panic.
Critical hit x2.
Lin Mo: [? ]
Song Shu...Song Shu tried to explain.
Ms. Lin: [I was forced to drink a lot of alcohol QAQ]
Ms. Lin: [Drank until my mouth was swollen]
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