Yan Shuwang looked at him through the glass and smiled: "Did you do this on purpose?"

"No." Zheng Yuan's denial was quick, but after denial, he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say, "Put your things out."

Yan Shuwang didn't leave.

He suddenly took a few steps forward, almost touching the glass of the shower room. Zheng Yu'an was a little fortunate that the shower room in this hotel did not have an unobstructed view. The frosted work in the middle just blocked the sensitive parts.

Zheng Yuanan froze inside naked, while Yan Shuwang stood outside, and the two looked at each other through the glass and fog.

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Shuwang asked.

The man's voice blocked things, always two or three points lower than it usually sounded.

Zheng Yuan's neck was visibly red. He opened his mouth, shook his head, and tried his best to calmly say, "I'm taking a shower, I'm not wearing anything... not very good."

Yan Shuwang seemed to smile again.

He stretched out his hand, slowly unbuttoned the collar with his fingertips, and pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers again.

"Just right." Yan Shuwang said, "I'll take a bath too."

[Omitted: The shower room in the suite is not too small. Even if there are two adult men standing in it, there is still some space, but the space is not too big, at most it can make their butts barely touching each other.

Yan Shuwang didn't do anything offensive, he even kept his distance and said, "Let me go, I want to wash my hair."

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

The hair essence on his head hasn't been washed clean, so he can't go out with foam right now. Yan Shuwang took a seat and started flushing. His hair was wet like a black river, meandering on his broad shoulders.

Zheng Yu'an had to wait patiently.

Yan Shuwang turned around, facing Zheng Yu'an, raised his head, let the water from the shower fall on his smooth forehead, Zheng Yu'an's eyes were unconsciously attracted, the man's Adam's apple, right angle chin, Yan Shuwang opened one slightly. Eyes glanced over.

"Don't look around," he said.

Zheng Yuan retorted awkwardly: "I didn't..."

Yan Shuwang snorted, he walked out from under the shower, his chest was almost against each other, Zheng Yuan raised his head a little helplessly, just in time for Yan Shuwang's lower body to get stuck between his legs.

"I didn't want to be so fast." Yan Shuwang muttered to himself.

Zheng Yuan didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What?"

Yan Shuwang suddenly lowered his head, he leaned closer, stuck out his tongue, and licked the water falling from Zheng Yuan's earlobe.

"Do you know you're hard?" he asked maliciously in his ear.

When Zheng Yuan was holding his genitals, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that hitting each other with pistols was nothing to comfort him, but when he saw Yan Shuwang's face, he felt a little too self-deceiving.

It was like foreplay, Yan Shuwang's kiss was very gentle.

As if the traces running down the water droplets were kissing, the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, the chin, and finally converged on the lips.

When Zheng Yuan opened his mouth to greet him, he heard Yan Shuwang chuckle and praised him as "truly obedient".

Men have a lot of experience with masturbation, but this kind of thing is always different from someone who is more intimate.

Yan Shuwang's movements are not very skilled, but he knows where to stimulate to make Zheng Yuan more comfortable. Zheng Yuan was probably confused when he was in the middle. When looking at his hand, he suddenly whispered: "It's a waste..."

Yan Shuwang half bent down and was sucking his nipple tips. Zheng Yu'an's body was very white in color, and the color of his areola was also pale. At this moment, the two o'clock red and swollen looked a little pitiful.

The hot water has been turned off, but the shower room is cramped and stuffy. Zheng Yu'an is so hot all the way from his chest to his neck that he can't tell whether it is water or sweat.

"What's the waste?" Yan Shuwang's fingertips rubbed the other side's bell lightly, and he brought Zheng Yu'an closer to his lower body, his erect genitals stacked on top of each other.

Zheng Yu'an was too embarrassed to take a closer look at the current posture of the two. He simply raised his arms, wrapped around Yan Shuwang's neck, pressed his lips to the man's collarbone, and said vaguely, "I don't think you should be the one who waits..."

Yan Shuwang put out one hand and half supported the butt of the person in front of him. He joked, "Then you will serve me?"

Zheng Yuan didn't speak, he stiffened for a second or two, Yan Shuwang's erect avatar just squeezed back and forth between his thighs, the latter seemed to sense his nervousness, and lightly pressed the button near his mouth like a caress. folds.

"I won't go in today." Yan Shuwang seemed to be coaxing him, "don't be afraid."

Zheng Yu'an said why should I be the one below?

Yan Shuwang took it for granted that the following one is more cool.

"It's just sex." Yan Shuwang was a little frivolous, as if laughing at him, "Don't you want to be more comfortable?"

Although he promised not to insert it, Yan Shuwang was obviously out of control when he got there. He more or less aggressively and tentatively "exploited" Zheng Yuan's back court. Although it was just a finger, it also provoked Zheng Yuan to disarm in a few moments. surrendered.

It is difficult to control the proportions during the orgasm. Zheng Yuanan wakes up and realizes that he is pulling Yan Shuwang's long hair. The wet and sticky hair is entangled like a spider web. 】

The foam on his head had been washed away long ago, and Zheng Yuan was too lazy to take a shower, so he wiped his upper body and walked out of the shower.

He unpacked the underwear, and when he put it on, he found that the size was just right.

Yan Shuwang stood behind him and watched him blow his hair with a hairdryer in front of the mirror.

The heat wave blew the ends of Zheng Yuan's hair up, revealing the delicate back of his neck. He lowered his head slightly and felt Yan Shuwang's lips pressed against him.

Zheng Yuan raised his arm a little, afraid that the wind would scald him.

Yan Shu looked at the kiss very seriously, all the way from his neck to his back.

Zheng Yuan couldn't help laughing. He asked in a noisy voice, "Why are you poking so many marks?"