Chapter 23 Clavicle Butterfly
Chapter 23
The young boy, who didn't want to be called a little liar, wore a beautiful short skirt to prove his innocence. He fiercely accused the customer of confusing right and wrong, and threatened, "I will never let you wear this little skirt again."
But now the man with a bad nature not only looked at her, but also went further and kissed her, even kissing Wen Xi so hard that her eyes became dazed.
After Wen Xi tentatively licked Yan Jue's lips, his entire body was roughly deprived of his breath, and the tip of his tongue was rolled, hooked, and stirred, opening and closing widely. This intense feeling made Wen Xi's brain go blank.
Even though his mouth was swollen and red after being reluctantly released from the bite, the eager and greedy deep kiss had already swallowed up all of Wen Xi's rationality. He stared blankly into the man's dark eyes, his head was dizzy, and there was only one thought left in his mind.
Is it true that old men who have never kissed before are always so terrible at kissing for the first time?
He just licked the other's lips lightly, but it was like untying the chains that bound a wild dog that had never eaten meat. It pounced on him and bit his mouth.
Rather than a kiss, it was more like an instinctive bite after restraining brutality; the movements were urgent and fierce, as if she wanted to eat him alive.
There were tears in Wenxi's eyes, which were the physiological reactions caused by his inexperienced body being unable to withstand excessive stimulation. The rabbit ears on his head drooped miserably. Wenxi pursed his lips subconsciously, but he felt numb when he touched his lips.
The back of his neck was rubbed affectionately, and Yan Jue's palm moved from the neck to Wen Xi's cheek. His hot palm pressed against Wen Xi's cheek, and he knuckled the boy's crimson eyes and lowered his head slightly, "Baby, am I really that fierce?"
The man's voice was low and hoarse, like a bottle of aged red wine that had just been decanted, mellow and intoxicating. Wen Xi's thoughts had not yet fully returned to his mind. He sniffed, stared straight at the man in front of him, and nodded heavily: "Very fierce."
The wet tip of her tongue still had the feeling of being sucked and bitten. Wen Xi drooped her eyes and muttered softly, "How can a first kiss be like this? You're almost hooking my tongue out."
"Do you think it's okay for you to kiss me like this while I'm still angry? If I had known you would do this, I wouldn't have let you kiss me. I can't even breathe."
Wen Xi's voice was low and a little soft, and his mumbling complaints did not sound like serious criticism, but more like an alternative reward from a pampered human to a greedy and vicious dog, a different kind of affirmation of the strength of the male beast.
Yan Jue looked down at the person in his arms, and his throat rolled violently.
Wen Xi, who was counting the bad things Yan Jue did when kissing with his eyelids half closed, suddenly noticed that the sexy Adam's apple in front of him, which was originally calm, suddenly rose and fell. He looked up blankly, but Yan Jue said calmly: "Actually, I don't know how to kiss. I've only kissed you."
The man had deep eyes, slightly sunken upper eye sockets, three-dimensional and aggressive eyebrows, and a pair of wolfhound-like eyes stared straight at Wen Xi with a bit of the nonchalant flirting of a ferocious beast.
"I don't know how to kiss myself," the man lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Wenxi's nose. His warm breath with a woody scent hit Wenxi's lips. He said in a low voice, "It's because Teacher Wenxi's kissing course is so effective."
Wen Xi's eyes widened, unable to believe the explanation he heard, but he did take the initiative to lick the man's lips when he was being so tender. His face flushed red, and he subconsciously retorted: "But I didn't teach you to bite my tongue. How could you do this?"
Yan Jue snorted and laughed, and answered word by word like a good student: "Because I am smart. I can draw inferences from what I have been taught."
"Teacher Wenwen should be very satisfied. After all, you are still trying to seduce me."
Wen Xi was completely stunned, his ears were burning and his heart was beating wildly.
How could Yan Jue be so unreasonable? It was obviously him who kept biting and the root of his tongue was numb from being sucked and licked. In order to relieve the unbearable itch that penetrated his bones, Wen Xi took the initiative to cater to him, wanting to take the initiative.
Although he was not successful, Yan Jue said that he seemed to be a bad and nasty teacher who led the good student Yan Jue astray.
So angry.
First she was called a little liar, then she was pinned down and bullied while kissing, and now she is being blamed by the bad man after the kiss.
Wen Xi sniffed, feeling angry, and decided to teach the unreasonable Yan Jue a lesson.
"Brother." Wen Xi suddenly spoke.
"Hmm? What do you want to say?"
Yan Jue had been looking at Wen Xi, but the other party had drooped eyelids and did not dare to look him in the eye. Her thick and long eyelashes kept trembling, and the words "I'm going to do something bad" were written all over her pretty face.
But he didn't say anything, just stared at Wen Xi quietly, waiting for Wen Xi's move.
Wen Xi rubbed the tip of his nose against Yan Jue's nose, then took the initiative to touch his lips, their warm breaths entangled together. Imitating Yan Jue's movements, the stupid teacher bit the corner of the bad student's lips, and rubbed it slowly with his soft lips. At the moment the lips separated, he repeated the trick and licked the swollen corner of Yan Jue's lips with the wet tip of his tongue.
The warm white light of the living room quietly casts a layer of soft gauze over the two of them. The world is quiet, and the only sound in the decadent night can be heard are two pounding heartbeats and suddenly disordered breathing.
The mechanical rabbit ears were raised in defiance, but the pretty piglet's breathing was nervous and rapid, and the warm and fragrant breath trembled and blew on Yan Jue's neck.
"asshole."
Yan Jue's breathing became much lighter. Wen Xi could not stand steadily, so Yan Jue held him steadily, with his eyelids drooped, and let Wen Xi move.
The rabbit ears swung and hit Yan Jue's cheek. With a snap, the soft fur brought a tingling sensation, and Yan Jue closed his eyes.
But the next moment, someone bit his Adam's apple.
He suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils contracted. Yan Jue subconsciously wanted to look down, but the person in his arms suddenly became excited and wrapped his arms around his neck. Wen Xi hugged his neck like a calf and raised his head on tiptoe. Yan Jue didn't dare to move and could only be forced to keep looking up.
The action of tilting the head back exposes the entire throat, and the plush rabbit ears and short hair sweeping the cheeks make people feel relaxed.
But the sharp teeth biting hard on the throat made the self-righteous bad dog nervous.
Yan Jue's throat rolled, as if he was very dissatisfied with Yan Jue's unauthorized action. The person in his arms used the tip of his tongue to press against his Adam's apple that was rolling up and down.
Yan Jue froze in his tracks. He lowered his eyes to look at the boy's hair whorls, and said in a very hoarse voice, "Wen Xi, do you know what you are doing?"
"Know."
The person in his arms suddenly bit his neck hard, so viciously that the stinging pain instantly spread throughout his body. Yan Yu's mouth jumped, and he restrained himself from moving.
"Bad stuff."
The person in his arms suddenly spoke, and Yan Jue was stunned, but Wen Xi had already licked his Adam's apple lightly, then rested his chin on the crook of his neck, humming and laughing, proudly, with the unyielding spirit of a young man.
"I'll bite you to death."
Yan Jue's arms around Wen Xi's waist kept tightening, and even if Wen Xi didn't want to, she just waited to lie in his arms.
Yan Jue snorted and laughed, his voice tense: "It's a pity you didn't bite me to death."
The warm breath hit the man's ear, and Wen Xi's whole body exuded the scent of sweet orange. He put his lips on the earlobe and whispered softly as if whispering: "Although I want to bite you to death, but if you die, there will be no more...
"I like it... I can't bear to let go... so I didn't use any force."
"Do you want to—"
Yan Jue's Adam's apple suddenly rolled: "What do you want?"
But the person in his arms didn't say anything else. He tilted his head and buried it firmly in his shoulder. His steady breathing hit his ears, making him feel tingling - Wen Xi fell asleep.
So what do you want or not?
Are you going to eat me?
Want to do something with me?
Want to possess me?
Or do you want to bow down to me?
But Wenxi fell asleep, and what happened tonight became a completely secret matter that ended without a haste.
It was not until a few minutes later that Yan Jue finally took action. He turned the man sideways and searched the room, quickly locking onto the guest bedroom where the light was still on.
The guest bedroom is small, with only a bed and a floor-length dressing mirror.
Yan Jue put him on the bed, and finally held his cheek and placed his head next to the pig doll. When he pulled his hand away, the boy rubbed Yan Jue's palm lazily, and the friction between their skin produced a warm and numb feeling.
The beige plush sheets were as soft as Wen Xi herself. Her short pleated skirt was piled up, revealing her smooth and plump thighs. Yan Jue's eyes fell on it inadvertently, and he paused for a moment. He reached out to smooth the hem of her skirt, then grabbed the thin blanket at the end of the bed to cover all the exposed skin.
When he stood up, a flash of white suddenly appeared in Yan Jue's sight. Looking down, he saw a small piece of something similar to foundation on the heart of his pure black shirt. Wen Xi didn't seem to be wearing any makeup. Yan Jue lowered his head and found a clue at the boy's collarbone.
A small piece of black lace appeared on the fair skin. Yan Jue knew what it was. In the video call two days ago, Wen Xi showed it to him while wearing a gorgeous red dress. It was a black butterfly tattoo.
No wonder I didn’t see it when we met today, it turns out it was covered with something.
Yan Jue was standing beside the bed and inadvertently saw the thin blanket piled on his collarbone. He paused, left the room, and came back with a wet handkerchief in his hand.
There were obvious signs of two people living together in the bathroom. Recalling the good friend Wenxi told him about, Yan Jue inferred that it should be the things of the bartender he had seen in Ni Ye Club.
Unable to tell which one was Wenxi's towel, after thinking for a moment, Yan Jue decided to use his own.
He soaked the handkerchief he carried with him in warm water, then bent down and carefully pushed aside the thin blanket blocking the tattoo, and wiped the small piece of skin carefully.
As the makeup was removed, Yan Jue discovered that it was a tattoo sticker that covered the boy's soft and smooth collarbone. The quality was very good and the color did not fade even when wiped by a handkerchief, but the fair skin around the tattoo was slightly pink, and the black and white powder were blended into a beautiful painting.
Wen Xi, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly moaned softly. Yan Jue paused in wiping and looked up at Wen Xi's face.
The rabbit ears were softly placed on the pillow, and the boy's red lips, which had not yet subsided from swelling, were puffing up. In Yan Jue's sight, Wen Xi's whole body slowly turned a gorgeous pink. He still had his eyes closed, with thick and long eyelashes falling, but his expression was not calm, and he frowned slightly, looking a little uncomfortable.
Yan Jue supported himself on the bed with one hand, still maintaining a bent posture. The side lamp could only illuminate half of the man's face, and his eyes were dim and unclear in the shadows.
The enchanting dark butterfly perched on the boy's collarbone, moving up and down with the sound of his humming breathing. It was vivid and lifelike, as if it was about to turn into a real butterfly, flapping its wings and flying away.
Yan Jue lowered his eyelids, and suddenly reached out and pressed on the small piece of skin, harshly pressing down the troublesome butterfly.
The man's fingertips were much warmer than the handkerchief, they were hot and had thin calluses on them. The slight stinging sensation from the heat was transmitted through the sensitive skin to the boy who was immersed in his dreams.
The sudden stimulation from the outside world frightened Wen Xi. He trembled violently, as if he was bullied and crying. A crystal tear overflowed from the corner of his eye, and it didn't fall. He frowned and murmured something in a low voice.
Although the sound was very soft, it was still clearly audible in the quiet room.
"Banquet... bastard..."
Yan Jue's throat rolled and his eyes darkened.
He supported himself on the edge of the bed with one hand and leaned down. As the distance between their bodies shortened, Yan Jue could smell a hint of sweet orange.
When he was about to kiss her forehead, Wen Xi snorted.
The swollen lips were bitten by the sleeping boy again, and he seemed to have suffered a great injustice, sobbing softly: "I hate you..."
Yan Jue paused, reached out, and took off the mechanical rabbit ears on the boy's head.
He turned off the desk lamp and walked to the end of the bed. Yan Jue stood opposite the mirror. With the light from the living room outside the door, he saw his own eyes.
The long and deep eyes are dark and deep, the brows are low, the eyelids are half-lifted, the bottom of the eyes are dark without any light, thick and sticky, and there is undisguised desire in them.
Wenxi was sleeping soundly on the bed, hugging her piggy doll. She was the embodiment of warmth and softness. The butterflies on her collarbone rose and fell. Her plump, red lips, which had been sucked, were slightly open, breathing, unconsciously emitting a fishy/sweet scent.
Yan Jue turned the air conditioner to sleep mode and left the room quietly.
The door closed and the dazzlingly bright voice-controlled lights in the stairwell came on. Yan Jue drooped his eyelids and stood there quietly.
Until the world returns to silence and darkness strikes again.
He raised his hand and placed his fingertips on his lips.
Wen Xi was sleeping soundly in the room, while Yan Jue stood in the darkness, kissing Butterfly secretly while keeping the action of kissing her fingers.
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