My heart suddenly stopped beating.
Song Lang hurriedly looked away, stiffly sat up against the headboard, and cursed himself for thinking such nonsense all day long.
"Alright, alright, let's do one last check on the door locks and curtains, everyone in your positions."
After tinkering with the computer, Jing Muye turned around to find a seat.
As a result, Shen Zhifei and Song Lang occupied a large bed, Yu Mingtao and Meng Fanxing sat cross-legged on the thick carpet at the foot of the bed, and Zhou Sen occupied the computer chair all by himself.
He wanted to get into bed for comfort and was about to move closer to Song Lang when he was deterred by a cold look from Shen Zhifei.
"Go, go, go over there." Jing Muye squeezed Meng Fanxing into the middle, and the three big boys sat side by side on the carpet, their heads just peeking out of the bed.
Song Lang stretched out his legs and kicked the back of their heads one by one, earning three eye rolls in return, before finally getting his chaotic heartbeat back to normal.
After a few people fooled around for a while, as soon as the goddess's voice came from the computer, everyone instantly returned to their seats, perked up, and turned their thirsty eyes to the 21-inch small screen.
The woman's sweet, soft voice quickly changed tone, and the scene began to become more explicit. Several young, energetic boys in the room were breathing heavily. Some were discreetly reaching into their pants, while others were unrestrainedly unzipping their pants and masturbating.
Everyone is immersed in their own little world, undisturbed and unconcerned about each other.
Song Lang, however, appeared unusually uneasy during the event.
He had no interest in watching what new tricks the man and woman on the screen were up to; his eyes kept darting toward Shen Zhifei.
He noticed that Shen Zhifei watched the film just like he was listening to a lecture. His excessively handsome face was so focused that no other adjective could describe his expression at that moment.
Back when they randomly tuned into adult channels in Hawaii, they were quite flustered and at a loss. But in just two and a half years, the people around them have become so calm.
The phrase "things have changed, people are no longer the same" came to Song Lang's mind at an inopportune moment.
At the same time, he was also a little confused.
Does Shen Zhifei really have absolutely no reaction to this kind of film?
Thinking this, he couldn't help but glance at Shen Zhifei's crotch.
Hmm, it's a bulging lump. I don't know if it's because of the half-lying position that makes it so obvious, or because something lurking there has quietly awakened.
Song Lang recalled the day Shen Zhifei had pressed that thing against his palm and inner thigh, and his heart began to race again, as if the blood in his body was boiling.
The thumping sounds made his head spin.
His lower body ached from the tightness of his pants, and Song Lang felt embarrassed and flustered. He had actually... actually gotten an erection while stealing glances at his younger brother?!
Damn it! This is so frustrating.
He quietly bent his right leg and secretly slipped his left hand under his clothes, using the hem of his sweater to loosen his belt. Little did he know that all these attempts to cover up his actions had been seen by Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and openly and unabashedly reached into his pants right under Song Lang's nose.
The hem of his clothes began to rise and fall rhythmically, and Song Lang's breathing rose and fell in sync with Shen Zhifei's masturbation.
He watched until his mouth was dry and he was sweating profusely. Finally, he couldn't resist and leaned over to Shen Zhifei, shoulder to shoulder, and pressed Shen Zhifei's hand down through his pants.
The stiff thing seemed to respond by pressing against his palm.
Shen Zhifei turned his head to look at him, his deep eyes concealing an unreadable emotion.
Song Lang swallowed hard.
He didn't understand why he had come closer, nor did he know what to do next. Shen Zhifei's gaze made him extremely flustered.
After a three-second brain freeze, Song Lang thought he should have another good talk with Shen Zhifei.
Isn't he gay? Why can he get an erection while watching porn? And what about himself, getting an erection in front of his brother and then holding onto his crotch and refusing to let go? What is that?
Is it perverted?
Seeing him standing there with a complicated expression, Shen Zhifei let out a soft breath, tilted his head back slightly and rested it on the headboard cushion, staring intently at Song Lang's face so close to his, suppressing the urge to kiss him, and through his pants, guided Song Lang's hand to continue stroking his swollen genitals.
It was as if Song Lang was holding his hand.
Song Lang's head suddenly went blank.
He abruptly pulled his hand back, draped his arm over his eyes, slumped back, and muttered a curse: "Damn!"
At that moment, Shen Zhifei's phone vibrated in his pocket. The sound of the phone vibrating was very noticeable in the room filled with panting and groans.
Shen Zhifei pulled his hand out of his pants, took out his phone, glanced at it, and replied briefly with two words. Before he could put it away, his phone started vibrating incessantly.
He put his phone on silent and whispered in Song Lang's ear, "I'm going to the restroom."
Song Lang's entire body stiffened, and even a certain part of his body hardened as the other person's soft lips gently touched his earlobe while speaking.
But the warm breath came and went quickly. Before Song Lang could even savor it, Shen Zhifei had already tiptoed out of the room.
Song Lang couldn't help but wonder if Shen Zhifei had gone to the bathroom to take care of personal matters.
He was still holding his phone, and might just find the person who had just bombarded him with text messages for a remote physical encounter, or even better, Shen Zhifei might sneak out and have a real, physical encounter with that person.
The more I think about it, the more irrational it becomes, and the more agitated I feel.
Song Lang couldn't stay any longer. He tiptoed out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and walked through the small corridor to the bathroom door on the other side of the living room.
With the lights on, Shen Zhifei's figure was reflected on the frosted glass door, becoming a sharply defined silhouette.
Song Lang could tell that Shen Zhifei was leaning against the sink, his upper body slightly tilted back, his chin raised, and the curve of his Adam's apple was stretched and magnified on the door panel.
Song Lang never imagined that one day he would use the word "sexy" to describe Shen Zhifei.
But at this moment, this was the only description that could come to mind in his barren mind.
He placed his hand on the bathroom doorknob, his gaze fixed on the panting silhouette silhouette on the door panel. The room before him was like the mysterious forbidden land of Bluebeard in the fable; once opened, he might uncontrollably fall into an unknown abyss.
However, he still pressed his hand down.
The bathroom door wasn't locked, as if fate had deliberately left a loophole for him.
Shen Zhifei turned her head and looked over, meeting Song Lang's helpless yet burning gaze.
As expected, Shen Zhifei leaned against the sink, his pants pulled down to his thighs. He supported himself with one hand behind him and held his erect penis in the other, his eyes filled with intense lust.
Song Lang leaned against the door and, with a click, locked the bathroom door from behind his back.
Throughout the entire encounter, their eyes never parted.
Shen Zhifei showed no intention of moving; his right hand was still gently stroking the thing that had not yet been released.
The phone screen on the table lit up again, and Shen Zhifei then turned his gaze away.
Song Lang followed his gaze and saw that the caller ID on the screen was Song Xianji's name. He couldn't care less about anything else. He rushed over, snatched Shen Zhifei's phone, threw it into the bathroom cabinet, and then pounced on her like a hungry wolf, kissing Shen Zhifei's cool yet exceptionally soft lips.
Shen Zhifei didn't rush to respond, but instead stared intently at Song Lang's anxious face.
A moment later, Song Lang opened his eyes a crack and met Shen Zhifei's gaze, then kissed him even more forcefully.
He gripped Shen Zhifei's waist tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.
"Non-non-existent—"
As their lips mingled, he couldn't help but call out to him.
The next second, Shen Zhifei slammed him against the wall, ran one hand through his hair, pressed his head down, and kissed all of his murmurs into his mouth, swallowing them back into his heart.
Song Lang closed his eyes again, greedily demanding everything from Shen Zhifei.
As for other things, he had no time to think about them.
Chapter 30
In the cramped bathroom, the two kissed and caressed each other passionately, and the air quickly became hot.
Amidst a chorus of rapid breathing, Song Lang's belt was ripped off, and his buttocks felt a chill as Shen Zhifei pressed him against the cold tiles.
His body was burning hot. The moment he hit the wall, Song Lang shuddered. His teeth accidentally broke Shen Zhifei's lips, and the fishy taste filled his mouth, arousing the wildness in the man's bones. The chasing and intertwining tongues became aggressive.
This feeling is completely different from kissing a girl.
Song Lang grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair as if possessed, as if afraid he would run away, and fiercely sucked and rubbed his lips.
The pain in her scalp made Shen Zhifei frown slightly.
He held Song Lang's waist with one hand, and with the other hand, he followed the V-line down to grasp the burning hot thing, stroking it a few times to soothe it, the temperature in his palm becoming even hotter.
"Song Lang—"
Between kisses and breaths, Shen Zhifei called his name, and Song Lang opened his eyes groggily, as if he had fallen into a deep pool.
A large net is laid at the bottom of the pool, woven from tenderness, affection, infatuation, longing, and desire.
He became prey in the net, and was soon surrounded and unable to escape.
"Song Lang, you asked for this."
Shen Zhifei whispered something in his ear, and then forcefully squeezed between Song Lang's legs with an irresistible force.
Their most intimate parts pressed tightly together, the tips rubbing together slightly. Song Lang, panting, raised his neck and pressed the back of his head against the wall.
Yes, he brought it on himself.
He didn't know why, but whenever he thought about Shen Zhifei possibly doing intimate things with someone else, he couldn't help but get angry and would try every means to pull Shen Zhifei back.
Even doing something like this.
As he climbed onto Shen Zhifei's shoulders and thrust himself towards Shen Zhifei's palms, a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind: How wonderful it would be if doing this could always remain "our" secret.
Shen Zhifei kissed his neck, half-grabbing their intertwined penises with one hand, moving them up and down.
The bulging veins on the shaft rubbed against each other, and the transparent liquid secreted from the tip quickly mixed together, wetting Shen Zhifei's palm.
Song Lang tightened his arms and slightly raised one leg to rest on Shen Zhifei, hoping to get closer to her.
He took Shen Zhifei's earlobe into his mouth, his tongue, moistened by moisture, brushing across the thin ear cartilage, and said in a hoarse voice, "Feifei, go faster, I'm about to cum."
"Wait for me, together." Shen Zhifei hugged his waist tightly, turned her head to kiss Song Lang, and quickened the pace of her right hand.
Song Lang's breathing became more and more rapid. He grabbed Shen Zhifei's hair and groaned as he and the person who controlled his pleasure ejaculated their hot semen onto each other's penises and lower abdomens.