Chapter 63: A long night

Sleeping with Gu Ye, Qiao Yang had no pressure at first.
The days when I was sleeping in a dormitory with a few big boys in college were very happy.
People often squeeze in a bed shirtless and naked to play cards and games.
When several boys share resources from time to time, which buddy is out of control, runs to the toilet and bathroom on the spot to solve the problem.
Qiao Yang is used to it.
Until the two of them took turns taking a shower, turned off the lights, and sat on the bed, Qiao Yang noticed a different atmosphere.
After the bright crystal hanging was extinguished, only a dimly yellow night light was turned on, which plunged the entire room into a dim and quiet state.
He sits on the luxurious and comfortable super big bed, surrounded by the water vapor of the bath and the fragrance of the shower gel.
Opposite Gu Ye, who had just walked out of the bathroom, walked towards his bed in a loose bathrobe, and said in a low and deep voice: "I'm done too."
In the dimly lit room, Gu Ye's deep peach blossom eyes were particularly bright, and the slightly drooping eyes had a sense of drunkenness but not drunkenness.
Coupled with his low, magnetic voice, he asked: "Are you going to sleep now?"
Suddenly there was a certain fragrant smell in the room.
It's not a world at all from the male dormitory that smelled of sweat and feet during college.
Qiao Yang's heart began to move up and down. He hummed, his eyes dodged and said, "Go to sleep, it's not too early."
"it is good."
As Gu Ye said, he approached step by step.
The waistband of the nightgown is very loose, allowing the originally loose fabric to spread out in a v-shape, revealing a strong moon and thick muscle lines, and lifting the nightgown as you walk to reveal two straight legs.
The skin that is not covered by the bathrobe is light and honey-colored, with the smell of warm water vapor and fragrant shower gel just out of the bathroom.
Like the very thick precipitation of honey, the tempting figure to taste the taste.
It is the beauty of males that the stinky boys in the dormitory in college can't match.
Qiao Yang turned his eyes completely away. He got into the bed with his back facing Gu Ye and started playing with his mobile phone, saying: "Liu Wen just sent you a set of quilts to put on the sofa. Hold the cover yourself."
Gu Ye looked at the quilt on the sofa, but didn't get it.
He sat down by the bed, reached out his hand to pick up a strand of Qiao Yang's hair, and asked: "Your hair hasn't been completely dry, so you just fell asleep?"
Qiao Yang didn't care, "It's okay, I'll do it myself in a while."
Gu Ye sat closer to him: "Do you want me to blow it to you?"
As he asked, he continued to fiddle with Qiao Yang's hair, stroking it from the forehead to the back of his head with the palm of his hand.
Qiao Yang's short, steamy hair slid between his fingers, cool and soft.
Qiao Yang paused, but didn't avoid it.
The wide and warm palms and the soft finger pads glided across the sensitive scalp, bringing a tingling sensation like a thin electric current to the nerves of the whole body.
It was so comfortable that people couldn't help trembling, and he relaxed all over.
Gu Ye's movements were very slow and casual, as if rubbing something carelessly, and it made people unsuspecting.
Qiao Yang couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and the phone slipped out of his hand, enjoying the usual breath, and said, "...no need, how troublesome."
Seeing that he hadn't avoided, Gu Ye went to bed.
He just didn't lie down, but sat next to Qiao Yang with his back to him, leaning against the bed, looking down at the head buried in the pillow, and stroking.
It's just that the movements are getting more and more.
He used his fingers around the hair for a while, and after sliding his fingers along the hairline over his ears, he rubbed Qiao Yang's ear twice by the way.
Further back, his fingertips slipped into the collar of the pajama through the cervical vertebrae. When he was about to touch his back, Qiao Yang shrank his neck and chuckled, "...itchy, don't touch it."
Gu Ye stopped, but put his palms on his shoulders, and asked, "You sit in front of the computer for so long in the afternoon to arrange music, are your shoulders tired? Would you like me to rub it for you?"
Qiao Yang smiled and asked, "Will you rub someone's shoulders?"
In any case, he is the only eldest young master of the Gu family. He became the president of the Gu family at a young age, and it is impossible to do the job of rubbing his shoulders.
Gu Ye gently squeezed the person's shoulder twice before asking, "How about you try?"
Qiao Yang turned over and lay down: "Okay, then come on."
With permission, Gu Ye leaned close to Qiao Yang and put a hand on his shoulder and kneaded.
Qiao Yang is slightly thin, and his shoulders are also slightly thin. He started very gently, in addition to his shoulders, he rubbed Qiao Yang's arms, neck, and palms down the neck, sliding into the back in the collar.
Qiao Yang's skin is very white and soft, and some red will appear in the areas he rubbed, like the marks he left on this body.
He couldn't help but struck hard, wanting to keep these marks deeper.
He deliberately bent down and sniffed his reddish shoulders, and asked, "What shower gel did you use, it smells good. I've smelled jasmine before. Have you changed it now?"
Qiao Yang replied in a lazy voice: "Um~ I didn't bring the jasmine smell."
Gu Ye's palm was wide and warm, and his strength was just right, and the feeling of being rubbed was really comfortable.
He was a little bit embarrassed at first, and after a while, he was immersed in it and enjoyed it with peace of mind.
After a while he became drowsy.
Gu Ye had a strange look in his eyes. The palm that fell on Qiao Yang's body was still trying to probe deeper into the collar.
But I heard Qiao Yang's breathing more and more calmly, until he snored softly.
Gu Ye:? ? ! ! !
Qiao Yang is really, sleeping, sleeping, now!
Gu Ye looked at his palm speechlessly.
Is it because Qiao Yang's heart is too big, or is he really talented in squeezing shoulders and massage.
He pretended to rub him in order to excite people.
What the is rubbing and falling asleep? Didn't this make him ask for trouble?
After finally being able to sleep in a bed under the excuse of being jealous, but just sleeping? !
He stared at the sleeping man with a calm face, sighing besides sighing.
Qiao Yang's emotions are delicate and sensitive, but in these respects, he is dull and hopeless.
He was helpless. Lie down on his side, with one hand propped his head and carefully observe the sleeping Qiao Yang.
Qiao Yang slept like an innocent child lying on the pillow with both hands. When he was not smiling, he was cold with thin lips and sharp jaw line.
But the closed ends of the eyes bend a nice arc, covered with two rows of thick eyelashes.
Gu Ye was filled with fire, and he stretched out his fingers and fiddled with Qiao Yang's two rows of eyelashes. The sleeping person frowned, turned his face and went back to sleep.
Gu Ye rubbed his face with the back of his hand again, rubbing his warm and white skin with the rough lines on the back of his hand, and they could feel the contrast and comfort of each other.
Qiao Yang snorted and rubbed the back of his hand more closely. Even the body felt the warmth next to him, and instinctively leaned towards Gu Ye's body.
Gu Ye took the opportunity to take the person into his arms.
His hands did not stop, his fingers stroked his face, lips, jaw, Adam's apple, raised collarbone... and gradually slipped into the collar.
No matter how great people are, they will feel even if they are touched like a fire.
Qiao Yang opened his eyes in a daze, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? I'm sleeping... Um!"
When he didn't speak, his mouth was blocked.
Gu Ye kissed him, but very lightly, he opened his mouth slightly to cover his thin lips, sucked softly and then let go.
Qiao Yang had kissed during the day, and Qiao Yang was not too surprised, and because of the reason he just fell asleep, the muscles and nerves all over his body were extremely relaxed and he didn't want to move.
Even the touch of moisture Gu Ye left on his lips didn't bother to wipe it off, and he closed his eyes again: "...Stop it."
Gu Ye coaxed him lightly and said, "Okay, you sleep, I want to kiss you a few more times, just a few times."
Qiao Yang's grunt in half asleep and half awake was regarded as an agreement.
Gu Ye was even more presumptuous, his mouth, cheeks, ears, neck and shoulders gently dropped, leaving a touch of warm water vapor wherever he went.
The dragonfly peck slowly deepened, turning into sucking or even nibbling.
Qiao Yang, who was originally unconscious, was slowly lit with a small flame, until he was fully awake and noticed the changes in his body.
He was stupid and started to push Gu Ye away.
During college, his roommates often crowded together at night to share resources. He had no interest in listening to the sounds inside, and instinctively rejected it.
When there is a physical need, he will solve it by himself, but not frequently.
But now, he was actually reacted by Gu Ye.
He avoided, pushing Gu Ye: "You, don't touch it."
Gu Ye had already noticed that he chuckled the person tighter in his arms, chuckled and said, "It's okay, I'll help you."
Qiao Yang's ears were red, and he said, "No need...I, I will do it myself."
Gu Ye lay next to his ear, kissed his shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Are you not treating me as your boyfriend?"
Qiao Yang was shocked: "Huh? What?"
Gu Ye said again, inducing him to be more general: "Isn't the boyfriend most useful at this time?"
Boyfriend, yes.
He and Gu Ye are now lovers.
Hug, kiss...
While Qiao Yang was still hesitating, Gu Ye's palm had already begun to comfort him and coax him.
Just like squeezing his shoulders just now, except that he rubbed from the waist to the abdomen...
Qiao Yang stopped breathing for a while, then stopped moving. With a comfortable caress, he also radiated the desire to burst out a little bit. He instinctively accepts it and even wants more.
Qiao Yang was lying with his back to Gu Ye, curled up in a strong and broad embrace, calm and comfortable.
Gu Ye's palms were large and generous, and Rurong was surrounded by indescribable warmth and softness when he was holding it. He never knew it would feel like this.
It made people lose their thinking and consciousness, even breathing as Gu Ye's hand moved up and down.
The brain is blank, and both mind and body just want to sink.
He seemed to have been opened to a new world, and he was excited by the fresh and happy experience he had never had before.
He even ignored the shoulder, neck, and the mouth of Yue Xiong who was being kissed.
Until he let out a long sigh, the boiling blood gradually faded, and his brain gradually became sober and began to understand what was happening before him.
Gu Ye asked in a low voice behind him: "My clothes are dirty, do you want to go to the bathroom to change?"
Qiao Yang recovered his breath for a while, then turned to face Gu Ye.
His face was still red, and his eyes sparkled with fresh excitement.
He directly lay down on Gu Ye to hug Gu Ye, and gently kissed his chin. He stretched out his hand to grab the place where he had been poking him, and said, "Wait a while, I will help you too."
Gu Ye hugged him tightly and still kissed him. The man's white shoulders and neck have long left marks, which are his marks.
Lost in a daze, there was only one thought in his brain. He wanted to leave these marks on this man forever, and let this man belong to him forever.
After a long time, the two took turns taking showers again.
Qiao Yang's pajamas were soiled, and he couldn't find a change of clothes for a while. He just wrapped a bathrobe around his waist and fell directly into the bed.
He was lazy and weak, but he was not sleepy.
This experience made him feel happy and excited both physically and mentally.
He looked at Gu Ye and smiled slightly complaining: "My hands are sore."
Gu Ye didn't say a word, he sat beside Qiao Yang and rubbed his hand gently, then lowered his head and pecked, his eyes were filled with a strong and inevitable affection.
Qiao Yang understood the meaning in his eyes, and he felt the same.
The intimate embrace for more than an hour further sublimated the two people's feelings, and each other has a different kind of attachment to each other.
Qiao Yang nestled in Gu Ye's arms, letting his hand, his lips, and his hot body touch him tightly.
Gentle and meticulous.
It's an experience that makes people want to stop.
The young and active body, coupled with freshness and excitement, was quickly ignited again.
Gu Ye slid his palm over his back and stayed at the tailbone with the bathrobe tied around his waist. He gently stroked his fingertips and asked, "Or?"
It was still a low, mute, magnetic voice, and at this moment it was and charming.
Qiao Yang replied in a low voice, yes.
The voice is very low, as if it is brought out when exhaling.
Qiao Yang was nestled in Gu Ye's arms, as if he was surrounded by his unique warm breath.
He breathed deeply in the reassuring and comfortable taste, and from time to time, he bit on the honey-colored crude muscle texture like a kitten.
Gu Ye was very tolerant, letting Qiao Yang's small movements not painful or itchy.
But also slightly strong, he lowered his head and kissed Qiao Yang's shoulders, neck, and the marks of him on his chest.
The room reflected in the dim light is quiet and romantic.
The occasional sound of breathing breaks this silence and gives the room a different atmosphere.
Not long after, Qiao Yang lightly bit the arm that hugged him: "Bath towel, no more."
"it is good."
Gu Ye hugged Qiao Yang while still breathing, and tore off the slimy bath towel for him and threw it to the ground.
Still rubbing his fingers along the arc of his waist, staying at the tailbone.
He asked Qiao Yang: "If you don't want to move, lie down and I will get a towel."
Qiao Yang hugged Gu Ye without letting go, rubbing his nose against his strong chest, his expression lazy, and his tone soothing: "It's time for me... to help you."
His complexion was still ruddy, and his breath was unstable when he spoke. The of lips pressed close to Gu Ye's chest, tickling people's hearts.
Gu Ye hugged him tightly, wishing to rub people into his heart.
He whispered: "...Aren't you sore hands, let's change it."