When Song Lang's pain subsided, he pulled him up. Song Lang wrapped his arms around his neck and straddled him. Due to the position, Shen Zhifei's entire penis was inside him, and the deepest part of his body was firmly broken open. Both of them groaned.
After a moment of adjustment, Song Lang took control of the sex. He clung to Shen Zhifei's neck, slowly lifting up and sitting down, the beautiful abdominal muscles on his lower abdomen standing out in a particularly sexy way with each rise and fall.
Later, he felt it wasn't enough, so he started to increase the frequency of his rises and falls and make his movements more exaggerated.
Several times, Shen Zhifei's penis even slipped out of his anus and bounced against his wet cleft.
He then held the weapon against his anus, biting his lower lip again as he slowly swallowed Shen Zhifei.
He wanted Shen Zhifei to fuck him, fill him up, and preferably fuck him until he was broken.
They could drown together in a wave of pleasure, so that perhaps they wouldn't have to be separated.
In the moonlight, Shen Zhifei gently kissed the back of Song Lang's head, soothing his bitten lips with his tongue. His other hand grasped Song Lang's pert buttocks, gently pulling them outwards, stretching the skin around Song Lang's anus to an almost transparent thinness. The penis, moving in and out of his anus, began to thrust actively in sync with his movements. In a dizzying moment, Song Lang was pinned down on the bed.
Shen Zhifei withdrew from his body, bent down and gently bit his wet inner thigh. Just as he was about to give him oral sex again, Song Lang used his foot to push against his shoulder.
"Don't use your mouth, just fuck me."
He sat up, kissed the scabbed scar on Shen Zhifei's shoulder in the hazy moonlight, then kissed the crooked name tattoo on his chest, before turning around and kneeling on the bed, bending down to welcome Shen Zhifei's entry.
When they finally reached their climax together, they both cried.
The cries were restrained and suppressed, eventually fading into the darkness.
Shen Zhifei pressed down on his back, cupped his face with one hand, and said to him again and again between his disordered breathing, "Don't forget me, Song Lang."
Song Lang really wanted to say, "Come with me," but he swallowed the words back.
From now on, he has to get used to being alone.
The two cuddled and slept for a while. Before dawn, Song Lang tried to sneak back to his room, but he bumped into Shen Lingyu as soon as he stepped out the door.
The mother and son stared at each other, and in the subtly awkward atmosphere, Song Lang was the first to feel guilty.
"Um...I..."
Aren't you afraid of catching a cold if you go barefoot?
Shen Lingyu gently kicked his ankle. "Hurry up and go back to put on your shoes."
"Oh, okay." Song Lang glanced at her uncertainly, but Shen Lingyu went straight to the kitchen, ignoring him.
Song Lang was finally relieved.
He didn't eat breakfast and stayed in his room until almost 11 a.m., when he finally showed up just before leaving for the airport.
He carried no luggage, except for the "Starry Night" cigarette that Shen Zhifei had given him, which was in his pocket.
"The cell phone and SIM card are right here."
Song Lang placed his things on the shoe cabinet in the entryway and bent down to change his shoes.
"I won't need these things over there, and I won't go with Feifei without permission."
Contact him and promise to cut all ties with him completely. I'll talk to him again when you two are on the same page.
His tone was too calm, more like he was sulking.
But his eyes were calm and still, as if he had made a decision after careful consideration.
Shen Zhifei stood behind Shen Lingyu, his eyes fixed on the person traveling light.
Song Lang changed his shoes, straightened up to meet his gaze, and smiled brightly: "I'm leaving, Feifei, don't come to see me off."
Shen Zhifei bit her lower lip and nodded, without saying goodbye to him.
Song Lang left without looking back, leaving all his friends in the city to Shen Zhifei.
The apartment provided by my dad's company is very high-end, with a top-notch environment. From the window of Song Langxin's bedroom, you can catch a glimpse of the magnificent sea.
But he didn't like that scenery.
The curtains are always drawn tightly, and I need to turn on the desk lamp to do my homework during the day.
I transferred to a school in my second year of high school.
Shen Zhifei is right. He didn't seize the opportunity to lay a solid foundation, and now it's very difficult for him to catch up.
He decided to repeat his second year of high school and also hired a tutor to help him with his first-year high school material.
In the past few months, Song Lang has been like a learning machine, the kind with a malfunctioning system and worn-out parts, relying entirely on his inner drive to keep running.
Song Lifeng was a little worried.
The eldest son has always been a lively and active person, always surrounded by friends wherever he goes. But he has been here for almost half a year, and Song Lang has never mentioned the people or things at school.
Every time I ask, the answer is always: "Oh, it's nothing special, I didn't notice."
Even when video chatting with Shen Lingyu, who was thousands of miles away, Song Lang would only call her "beautiful lady" before going back to his room to do his homework.
He never asked about Shen Zhifei's situation, as if that name never existed in his world.
During dinner, Song Lifeng handed over a new cell phone, but Song Lang didn't even lift an eyelid.
"Your mother mentioned today that many of your friends have come to inquire about you. The Lunar New Year is coming soon, why don't you contact them?"
Song Lang pushed the phone back and laughed, "Didn't I already say I don't use this thing here?"
"Your friend..."
“True friends won’t lose touch just because we haven’t been in touch for a while,” Song Lang said quietly. “As long as they’re sincere, they won’t.”
Song Lifeng knew he was alluding to something else, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he brought up Shen Zhifei: "Feifei has already been admitted to university through the guaranteed admission program. The agreement was signed a couple of days ago."
Song Lang bit his chopsticks without moving; this was the first time he had heard news of him in the six months since they had separated.
"It's the applied mathematics major that he most wants to study."
"Oh, that's good."
Song Lang quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, put down his chopsticks, went back to his room, and lay on the table in a daze for a long time.