Chapter 83
There was no light in the hotel room.
Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, there is a silver moon hanging in the sky.
The faint moonlight on the deep blue sea looks like a layer of white frosting sprinkled on dessert.
On the big bed.
Wen Cishu sat astride Bo Tingyuan's legs, the blanket over his head hanging down like a curtain, blocking his view.
He didn't pull it away immediately, and Bo Tingyuan didn't move either.
The two people just quietly felt each other's presence.
Wen Cishu's long legs were bent and supported on both sides. His calves and ankles under the loose trouser legs were white and his skin was as white as jade.
Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on her ankle and rubbed the slightly cool skin.
With just one movement, the person in his arms shuddered intimately, and the blanket trembled, like a rose blown by a gust of wind, with petals swaying and dewdrops rolling down.
Loosen your palm, leaving only your fingertips, and gently sweep upwards over the softest part of your calf.
The loose linen trouser legs were pushed up and gathered at the round knees, and the palms went up and disappeared into the fabric.
“Hmm…”
When Wen Cishu's thighs were being massaged, he straightened his waist slightly and his breathing became heavier than before.
The thin blanket was propped up into a distinct arc by his handsome and straight nose, and it was fluttering slightly with his breathing.
Bo Tingyuan leaned over, put the tip of his nose against his nose bridge, and rubbed it through the blanket.
Wen Cishu, feeling increasingly stuffy, could feel his breath between his nose and lips, and he leaned in as if following it. His drooping hands clasped his wrists tightly as if he had no support, with such force that the knuckles of his fingers turned white.
He thought vaguely in his extreme desire, that's right, Bo Tingyuan was a sea monster in human form, always tempting him for no reason, using the hormones he exuded, his aggressive eyes, his mature and sexy body...
When his swollen desire immediately needed an outlet, he felt Bo Tingyuan stretch his hand out and move it, followed by a "click" sound.
Glasses!
As soon as Wen Cishu had this thought, the blanket in front of him was pulled up.
He was still wearing all his clothes, but he looked as if he was completely naked, and he felt strangely shy.
When the blanket was pulled just over his lips, it stopped abruptly.
Bo Tingyuan stared at the plump and rosy lips. A faint green fire seemed to be burning in his eyes. When he pressed his knuckles against them, he even wanted to do something violent and unreasonable.
Wen Cishu opened his lips slightly and gently pursed his knuckles, as if to soothe his restless nerve endings.
Only the result was counterproductive.
While Bo Tingyuan pressed his palm on his back, his fingers pushed deeper between his pearly white teeth.
The sudden invasion caused the pink and soft tip of the tongue to accidentally rub against the skin, startling both parties.
Wen Cishu's Adam's apple let out subtle syllables, suppressed yet lingering.
Bo Tingyuan uncontrollably pushed his fingers in again until her lips opened like a clam shell, and the wet and soft tip of his tongue had nowhere to escape.
Wen Cishu wanted to scream out of shame, and when he was about to push him away, his knuckles were pulled away and replaced by burning lips.
Unlike the previous kisses, it was gradual, gentle and caring.
This time, it was a scorching rain shower that came suddenly in the summer evening, wild, brutal, and tyrannical.
The tip of the tongue was teased wildly, making a wet and entangled sound in the quiet room that was enough to make the person involved feel ashamed.
The root of Wen Cishu's tongue was numb and he closed his eyes tightly, thinking back to the last time he took the initiative to kiss him, and he kissed him the same way later.
The rain stopped suddenly.
Wen Cishu felt his lips moving down along the corners of his lips, to his Adam's apple, neck, and collarbone, rubbing against him repeatedly.
He turned away slightly as his clothes were undone, though his face remained beneath the blankets.
After a long time, Bo Tingyuan raised his face in his soft and fragrant arms and pulled off the blanket.
Wen Cishu's clothes were half-undressed, and above the fallen collar were round and smooth shoulders.
Bo Tingyuan's fingers moved along the side of his neck, brushing over the snow-white, soft skin like silk, and finally stopped at the bottom. "Too exciting?"
When Bo Tingyuan's fingertips touched him, Wen Cishu's skin felt hot all over, "I, I wasn't prepared just now..."
He didn't even know what nonsense he was talking about.
Bo Tingyuan asked seriously, "So what are you ready for?"
Wen Cishu blushed suddenly, and he took her into his arms and gently took off her shirt and pants.
When he was placed naked at the head of the bed, with his back pressed against the silky soft pillow, he felt Bo Tingyuan looking at him with a complex and obscure gaze.
The two smooth long legs moved on the ground unconsciously, and were pushed apart by Bo Tingyuan's palms, and the soles of the feet were slowly pushed to the sides against the sheets.
Wen Cishu's body was opened to the maximum extent without reservation.
The heat from the hand on his thigh made his scalp numb.
It was followed by a long, gentle, sweet kiss that completely soothed him.
But when Bo Tingyuan kissed him, he frowned, his eyes wandered, and he simply closed his eyes and called his name in a trembling voice: "Bo Tingyuan, wait a minute..."
Neither of them forgot what the name meant.
Bo Tingyuan: "Well. Tell me when you are ready."
Half a minute later, Wen Cishu whispered, "Okay...Okay."
…
Bo Tingyuan rubbed the round knees slowly and then bit the side of the leg.
"hiss……"
Then the other leg, same position.
Wen Cishu frowned, thinking groggily: Bo Tingyuan, you don't have to be so strict, right?
Bo Tingyuan got up and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and quickly wiped him with a hot towel.
Wen Cishu curled up into a ball, letting him fiddle with him powerlessly, and asked dazedly, "What about you? Do you feel...anything?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Bo Tingyuan put the towel back in the bathroom and went to bed to hug him, kissing him on the temple, "Yeah."
Wen Cishu seemed to have received a satisfactory answer. A sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and she leaned into his arms.
Bo Tingyuan kissed his lips: "Resignation."
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu heard him calling his name, forcing himself to listen, "What?"
"Wait until you fall asleep," Bo Tingyuan said with hesitation, "Can I touch you?"
Wen Cishu buried himself in his arms without moving.
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his hair and said, "Go to sleep."
But the person in his arms moved slightly, hooked his fingers and fiddled with them gently a few times.
Then came a muffled and soft voice: "Sure."
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Around ten o'clock at night.
Bo Tingyuan waited until the person in his arms fell asleep, then he lifted the quilt, got up, put on his bathrobe, and went to the guest room where his youngest son was.
The lights in the corridor were dim, and there was a beam of light under the door.
Bo Tingyuan saw it from afar, so he quickened his pace to the door and listened carefully to the noise.
There were some noisy sounds, like a cartoon.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Yiming?"
It was Aunt Zhong who opened the door.
She seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and whispered, "Finally."
Bo Yiming curled up in bed, hugging the quilt, with drooping eyes, looking pitifully at his grandfather.
The bed was so big that it made him look very small.
Bo Tingyuan walked to the bed and took him out of the quilt: "What's going on?"
Bo Yiming sat on his grandfather's lap and lowered his head sadly: "Grandfather... I seem to be a little scared..."
The guest room was very large. Although he had Aunt Zhong to accompany him, he still missed his two fathers a little, especially the feeling of security of sleeping next to them.
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his hair: "Well, go sleep over there."
Bo Yiming grabbed the sleeve of Big Daddy's nightgown and twisted it, mumbling, "Big Daddy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to Little Daddy. So I was punished."
Bo Tingyuan bent down and picked up the two small slippers beside the bed, tilted his head and gestured to his son with his back: "Come up."
Bo Yiming climbed onto Big Daddy's broad back like a little monkey, and put his arms around him to hug him tightly.
When Bo Tingyuan moved his right hand back, he patted his son on the butt: "You need to apologize to your little daddy."
"Yeah." When Big Daddy stood up, Bo Yiming retracted his two legs and turned into a little frog lying on the big frog's back.
Aunt Zhong was waiting outside the porch. She breathed a sigh of relief and helped get a set of quilts over.
After entering the room.
Bo Tingyuan placed his youngest son at the end of the bed: "Be gentle, don't wake up your little dad. He is tired today."
"Yeah." Bo Yiming quietly crawled to the outside of his little father, knelt beside the pillow, gently brushed the long hair off his face with his fingers, leaned over and kissed him with his lips pursed high.
——Little daddy, I will never lie to you again, woo woo…
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