Song Lang chuckled: "How old are you? I've never seen you act like this when you were a child."
Shen Zhifei remained silent, only tilting his head slightly to stare at Song Lang's slightly reddened ear tips, his gaze filled with undisguised fervor.
Song Lang couldn't see Shen Zhifei's face, so he could only pat the back of his head and say, "Um... I was too excited last Friday, did I scare you? I'm really sorry, I promise, I promise I will never do that again."
Shen Zhifei gave a soft "hmm" in response.
Song Lang then turned to the important question: "Feifei, that pair of headphones you gave me...where did you get so much money?"
Shen Zhifei said, "My mom gave me a card this summer."
"Huh?" Song Lang asked, puzzled. "Why would I give you the card?"
“They said… my parents left it to me.” Shen Zhifei rarely mentioned his deceased parents, and he didn’t want to say much about it now. But just from his tone, Song Lang could tell that he was very sad.
Song Lang placed his hand on his back, stroking him gently to comfort him, "Don't think about those unhappy things. I appreciate your kindness, but I'll return the headphones..."
"No," Shen Zhifei interrupted him, stubbornly insisting that he accept it, "Don't refuse me."
Song Lang sighed and nodded.
For a moment, the bedroom fell silent again. Although the atmosphere was not as awkward as when the door was first opened, Song Lang could still feel that Shen Zhifei was still pressing hard against his inner thigh, showing no sign of softening.
Time passed slowly, each second seeming to drag on. Song Lang waited for a long time but Shen Zhifei didn't move away from him. He had no choice but to take the initiative and ask, "Feifei, do you want to continue? I'll go out and keep watch for you."
Shen Zhifei remained motionless, her voice soft and low, "Brother, I feel unwell."
The warm breath sprayed on Song Lang's ear, making his lower body tense up. Song Lang was embarrassed. Was his brother's voice toxic?
The two were pressed close together, and even though Song Lang was now fully dressed, the changes in his body were still clearly transmitted to Shen Zhifei through several layers of fabric.
Without warning, Shen Zhifei reached down and pressed lightly on the erection through his pants. "Brother, you're hard too."
Song Lang gritted his teeth: "I know."
Shen Zhifei suddenly sat up, looked into Song Lang's eyes with her cool and clear gaze, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Shall we go together?"
Before he could answer, that cool hand had already slipped nimbly into Song Lang's pants, grabbed his penis, and started stroking it up and down. Song Lang gasped and groaned in pleasure.
In his entire life, no one but himself has ever touched his bird.
It turns out that being masturbated by someone else and having sex alone feel completely different.
Shen Zhifei pursed his lips, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest. Afraid that Song Lang would push him away, he quickened his pace, trying his best to please him. His fingertips gently scraped the tip of the glans, and Song Lang arched his back in pleasure, the curve of his neck tilting back incredibly sexy, making one want to bend down and bite it.
But Shen Zhifei didn't; he was afraid that such a sudden action would frighten Song Lang.
Song Lang's breathing was rapid and heavy. He gripped Shen Zhifei's waist with both hands, closed his eyes, and arched his hips upwards repeatedly, instinctively mimicking the movements of sexual intercourse. His penis rubbed rapidly against Shen Zhifei's palms, and the waves of pleasure that arose quickly overwhelmed all his reason.
Therefore, when Shen Zhifei led his hand to touch that already hard and hot spot, he did not refuse.
Song Lang sat up, piled up the pillows and leaned them against the headboard. He then moved over to Shen Zhifei, who was straddling him, and leaned back against the pillows in an extremely relaxed and languid posture, masturbating with Shen Zhifei.
Despite it being winter and the indoor heating not being turned up high, the two of them were already drenched in sweat.
Shen Zhifei helped Song Lang take off his coat with one hand, leaving him only in a thermal undershirt. Then, kneeling on the bed, he pulled Song Lang's pants and underwear down to his knees. Song Lang also helped, stripping Shen Zhifei completely naked. Afraid that he would get cold, he grabbed a thin blanket from the side and draped it over Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei moved closer again, squeezing between Song Lang's legs, kneeling down and pressing against him, grabbing their genitals and quickly stroking them.
Song Lang's legs were wide open, and he felt inexplicably ashamed of the position. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs, but instead, he clamped them around Shen Zhifei's lean and powerful waist. Over the years, the two brothers had never given up Taekwondo, and their years of training had given the boy very beautiful muscle lines. His abs were sexy, and the V-lines on both sides of his taut abdomen ran down his groin to their tightly pressed penises, both still untouched pink, with the glans close together and clear pre-ejaculate already seeping from the urethral opening.
The scene was visually striking, and Song Lang's mouth went dry. He cursed under his breath, raised one arm to rest on his eyes, and placed the other hand on Shen Zhifei's thigh, his fingers curling up as he urged, "Faster, I'm about to cum."
Shen Zhifei's gaze was glued to Song Lang's lips, unable to look away even an inch.
Just as he couldn't help but arch his back and tense his toes, about to reach his climax, Shen Zhifei pounced on him and fiercely kissed Song Lang's lips.
At that moment, Song Lang was probably overwhelmed by the pleasure of ejaculation and, without any hesitation, returned the kiss to the lips and tongue that were running rampant in his mouth.
Some things are starting to get out of control.
Chapter 020
The boy's kiss was completely haphazard, his lips and tongue exploring the other's mouth in a chaotic manner, as if he wanted to pour all his affection onto the tip of his tongue.
Song Lang felt a fire burning within him, so he took off his shirt and threw it aside. He grabbed Shen Zhifei's waist, flipped him over, and pinned him to the bed. Then he lowered his head and kissed him haphazardly.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, his eyes were slightly red, revealing a wolf-like sharpness and greed, and his gaze followed closely to Shen Zhifei's clear yet intoxicating eyes.
Shen Zhifei loosely grabbed his hair with one hand and covered his eyes with the other. Song Lang, deprived of his vision, bit Shen Zhifei's lower lip in dissatisfaction.
"Don't look at me like that, Song Lang," Shen Zhifei forcefully covered his eyes, preventing him from meeting her gaze, "Don't seduce me."
Song Lang blinked twice, feeling uneasy. The tingling sensation as his eyelashes brushed against his palm made Shen Zhifei's still-erect lower body even harder and hotter.
He bit Song Lang's thin lips back, repeatedly nibbling at the sensitive and fragile inner skin of his lips with his teeth. Song Lang was bitten in pain, and a soft groan escaped from his throat involuntarily. Shen Zhifei then comforted him by taking the bleeding lips into his mouth and sucking them gently but firmly.
Song Lang was sweating profusely from his kisses. He straddled Shen Zhifei, his buttocks pressed against the other's erect penis, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He groped around under Shen Zhifei with one hand and started stroking the penis up and down.
At this moment, he abandoned all reason. All he knew was that kissing Shen Zhifei felt a million times better than the kiss he had in the classroom at noon.
He used all the experience and skills he had gained from masturbating on Shen Zhifei. He pulled the foreskin down along the raised veins with his fingers, revealing the pink glans. The smooth skin pressed against his palm, and the pre-ejaculate fluid seeping from the urethral opening moistened his originally dry and warm palm.
Shen Zhifei kept one hand on his eyes, while the other hand went behind his back, tracing his spine and stroking his protruding shoulder blades from bottom to top, before moving to the back of Song Lang's head and pulling him towards her to continue kissing.
"Feifei," Song Lang called him by his nickname in a hoarse voice, panting heavily. Their lips parted briefly and then stuck together again. He mumbled, "Let me see you. Let go of my hand."
Shen Zhifei seemed not to hear him, buried her head in his shoulder, opened her mouth, and breathed softly, groaning, "I'm about to cum."
Song Lang quickened his pace, grabbing Shen Zhifei's wrist with his other hand and forcefully pulling away the hand that had been depriving him of his sight.
"Feifei, lift your head and let me see you." Song Lang deliberately brushed his fingertips against the glans, and Shen Zhifei trembled slightly, obediently raising her eyes to look at him.
Almost the instant their eyes met, Shen Zhifei ejaculated, spraying his semen onto their pressed lower abdomens, leaving a white, cloudy stain.
Song Lang held his penis and stroked it back and forth to prolong his pleasure, his gaze never leaving Shen Zhifei's flushed face.
The room was filled with a beautiful scene, and Song Lang's usually clear eyes were so focused that Shen Zhifei couldn't resist his gaze.
The taboo line that had always been taut in my heart snapped in two at that moment.
"Song Lang, you seduced me, you'll regret it." Without giving Song Lang a chance to think, Shen Zhifei suddenly flipped him over and pinned him down, then lowered his head and kissed him fiercely.
Like a cheetah that has been lying in wait for a long time, he fiercely captured Song Lang's lips and tongue with the momentum of wanting to devour the prey he had been longing for.
The kiss was forceful and powerful, exuding a strong, wild hormone. This possessiveness, unique to men, ignited Song Lang's passion. He returned the kiss without backing down, leaving his breath on Shen Zhifei like a storm.
Between heavy, wet breaths, the two became erect again.
Shen Zhifei threw the blanket off his body, then turned Song Lang over so that he was lying face down on the bed. He then pressed his entire body against Song Lang's buttocks and rubbed his hot penis back and forth, simulating the action of sexual intercourse.
Song Lang finally regained a sliver of reason. He struggled to push Shen Zhifei away, but his arms were forcefully twisted behind his back and he couldn't move. At the same time, Shen Zhifei inserted one of his thighs between his legs, forcing open the groin where Song Lang was trying to clench his thighs. Song Lang could feel Shen Zhifei's penis thrusting against his anus.
"Damn it, Feifei, what are you doing?" Song Lang asked, biting his cheek, tilting his head to look at Shen Zhifei who was pressing down on him.
"Fuck you."
Shen Zhifei pushed his thighs open even wider, and his large, thick penis instinctively squeezed into the tightest part of Song Lang's body.
Song Lang turned pale with fright. He clenched his buttocks and said in a deep voice, "Stop messing around! Let go of me and get up."
Shen Zhifei pursed his lips into a thin line. He leaned down and gently bit Song Lang's sensitive earlobe. Hearing that alluring moan, he tightened his grip on Song Lang's hands, which were twisted behind his back, and said, "Squeeze me in, and I won't go in."
His lips lightly brushed against Song Lang's ear, gently nibbling and sucking on Song Lang's slender neck. He released one hand, moved it to Song Lang's chest, and pinched his nipple lightly, sending goosebumps up Song Lang's back.
"Hiss... Don't twist it there..."
Song Lang frowned, his handsome brows furrowing, his lower body swelling even more due to the stinging sensation from his nipples.
He couldn't help but lift his hips, wanting to reach down and soothe himself, but Shen Zhifei pulled him up, causing his waist to sag and his buttocks to stick out, a very shameful position.
"Clamp your legs together." Shen Zhifei raised his hand and slapped his buttocks. The sound was incredibly crisp. Song Lang felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. He felt like a pervert.
To get to this point with your own brother in such a muddled way, what else could it be but a pervert?
Song Lang squeezed his legs together, propping his upper body up with his elbows. From his angle, Shen Zhifei was kneeling behind him, guiding the well-proportioned penis between his tightly pressed thighs. Each time it thrust in, Shen Zhifei's glans would emerge from between his legs, then be withdrawn, brushing against his scrotum.
He found the scene too stimulating and too disgusting to look at, yet his gaze remained fixed on his crotch as if possessed.
Shen Zhifei gripped Song Lang's lean and strong waist with both hands, increasing the frequency and force of his thrusts. His lower abdomen slammed against Song Lang's round and firm buttocks, producing a blush-inducing slapping sound.
"Song Lang, do you like this?" He leaned down, pressed his chest against Song Lang's back, and with one hand, he slid down along Song Lang's waistline and grasped Song Lang's strong and erect penis.
"Ah...ha..." Under the double attack, Song Lang's body and mind were doubly stimulated. He raised his neck in pleasure and urged him, "Faster."
Shen Zhifei whispered in his ear, her breath damp with moisture, "You still haven't answered me, do you like it?"
Before Song Lang could answer, he raised his hand and slapped Song Lang's butt again, saying, "Say you like it, hurry up and say you like it."
Song Lang groaned and twisted his hips, trying to relieve his desire by rubbing against Shen Zhifei's palm, but his glans was pinched. Shen Zhifei held his earlobe in his mouth, his tone revealing a hint of grievance and pleading: "Say you like me, brother, please say you like me, okay?"
Song Lang had never heard him speak in such a soft and gentle tone before, let alone the fact that he was currently in a state of confusion brought on by waves of pleasure and had no way to refuse.
He nodded haphazardly, his voice hoarse as he followed Shen Zhifei's words, saying, "I...I like it, I like it a lot."
Shen Zhifei buried his head in his neck and kissed him a few times with satisfaction. Then he straightened up, grabbed a pillow and put it under Song Lang's lower abdomen. He pressed Song Lang down on the bed with his legs together and squeezed his penis into the crevice of his buttocks again to begin thrusting.
His anus was constantly being thrust into and stimulated. Song Lang closed his eyes, not daring to look at Shen Zhifei anymore, and even unable to imagine what kind of scene this was. He raised his buttocks high, wanting to both accommodate Shen Zhifei's thrusts and rub his hard, hot penis against the pillow. Shame and excitement were churning inside him.
Finally, after Shen Zhifei thrust hard once more, Song Lang let out a muffled groan, clenched his buttocks slightly, and ejaculated onto the pillow.
At the same time, Shen Zhifei ejaculated onto his smooth back, with a few drops landing in his buttocks.
The two lay face down on the bed in the same position, looking at each other without saying a word.
This bedroom, this bed, which was always tidy, had never been so messy before. The room was filled with a faint fishy smell, all of which reminded them that something had changed.
After the passion subsided and the afterglow of pleasure gradually faded, Song Lang's sense of morality and reason slowly returned to his mind.
He sat up abruptly, ignoring the semen still smeared on his lower abdomen and back. He hurriedly rummaged through the messy bedding, searching for his clothes that he couldn't find anywhere. His flushed cheeks were etched with two bright words: panic.
Shen Zhifei leaned against the headboard, lying there naked, coldly watching Song Lang without saying a word. He had long anticipated that Song Lang would react this way afterward.
"Um... cough cough..." Song Lang found his pants under the desk. He jumped off the bed and awkwardly said while pulling them on, "Feifei... about today... ah..."
He stammered and couldn't even finish a sentence.
Shen Zhifei remained silent, her gaze still following his figure.
Song Lang became increasingly incoherent as he spoke, and in a fit of anger, he slapped himself in the face, took a deep breath, and finally said, "I was out of my mind today, don't take it to heart."