After Lu Qi'an left from Lu's house, his assistant sent him back to the apartment. No one spoke along the way, and the atmosphere was more dull than when we came.
Fu Jia hadn't come home from get off work yet, the air in the apartment was cold and silent. After Lu Qi'an entered the door, he stood at the entrance and did not go in. He couldn't help but put his hands on the wall and relax his tense back.
He missed Fu Jia very much, very much.
A few minutes later, he calmed down and left the apartment to go to the KTV where Fu Jia worked part-time to pick him up from get off work.
This KTV is not far from the apartment, it only takes ten minutes to walk. The scale is small, the location is not conspicuous, and most of the customers are regular customers.
Fu Jia stated many times that it was a clean and decent place, but he never let Lu Qi'an come here to see him, and never let Lu Qi'an pick him up to and from get off work. Today is the first time that Lu Qi'an came to KTV to find Fu Jia, and it was also the first time in his life that he stepped into KTV.
He expressed his intention to the receptionist at the front desk, but the other party did not neglect him, but instead enthusiastically asked him to wait in the lobby for a while.
She ran upstairs with a thump, and quickly ran down the stairs with Fu Jia. Fu Jia was wearing the waiter's usual white shirt, a black suit vest with a bow tie on the neckline, and an empty food delivery tray in his hand. He hesitated a little, but when he recognized that the person standing in the hall was really Lu Qi'an, he immediately widened his eyes, walked up to him quickly, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Fu Jia felt a little distressed. He saw Lu Qi'an standing under the brightly colored lights, being scrutinized by the occasional passing staff and guests like exhibits in a cabinet, it was as heartbreaking as seeing his baby fall into the mud.
"Is it convenient for you now?" Lu Qi'an asked.
"It's convenient, I'll take you to the staff lounge." Fu Jia grabbed his sleeve, half-blocked him behind him, and led him to the lounge.
After entering the door, the lights turned into normal white woven lamps, and no outsiders came to interfere, which made Fu Jia heave a sigh of relief.
"Why did you come to me, what happened?" He asked nervously.
Lu Qi'an said, "I'll pick you up from work."
Fu Jia's heart felt sweet, a little embarrassed: "What can I do to pick you up… I'll go home right away after work, every day I'll run back, and I'll be home in less than ten minutes There ."
He looked around and saw a small sofa in the corner of the lounge. He opened his employee locker and took out a water glass and coat.
"Are you thirsty? This is my water glass. I brought it from the apartment. It's very clean." He handed the water glass to Lu Qi'an, spread the coat in his hand on the sofa, and motioned for Lu Qi'an to sit down, " You wait for me here, I will go to the manager to clock in early to get off work, no matter who comes later, you don't care about them, they all want to strike up a conversation with you, just now the sister at the front desk asked me for your phone number!"
Fu After Jia finished speaking, he frowned angrily.
Lu Qi'an glanced at Fu Jia's clothes on the sofa, and instead of sitting down, he said, "Don't leave yet."
"What?" Fu Jia didn't understand.
"You stay here first, don't go anywhere else, let me hug you for a while." Lu Qi'an repeated it in more direct words, and without waiting for Fu Jia's answer, he reached out and hugged him, bringing him into his own in the arms.
Fu Jia's heart beat faster, and he hugged Lu Qi'an for a few seconds, before he stuttered and said, "Here…maybe, someone will come in at any time."
He was reluctant to let go, but he was afraid that someone would come in and see, so he said, "However… there is a bathroom in this lounge, and the door can be locked."
Lu Qi'an: "…"
He stroked Fu Jia's hair, and said with some amusement, "No need, just hug for a while. He let go of
Fu Jia, but Fu Jia showed an unfinished expression, looked at him with bright eyes, and said brazenly: "Let's go for a while…"
Five minutes later, Fu Jia came out of the bathroom with a flushed face. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand the whole time, and asked the manager on duty to leave early.
That night, of course, they did. It was rare for Lu Qi'an to take the initiative. Instead of letting Fu Jia change into pajamas after taking a shower, he wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him to the bed, asking, "Do you want to do it today?"
His voice was hoarse, and Fu Jia only heard the first word The legs are weak.
I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the lights were not turned on in the room, which is rare. Every time in the past, Lu Qi'an would pay attention to Fu Jia's expression when there was a light, whether it was expanding or inserting, he would stop once he found that Fu Jia was uncomfortable.
The lights were not turned on today, but the two are familiar with each other's bodies, and there is no inconvenience. After a short expansion, Lu Qi'an stepped in, his movements were a little rough, Fu Jia was sore and swollen, and let out a low cry.
Lu Qi'an didn't seem to notice, he lowered his lower body, held down Fu Jia's body, and pushed his penis in heavily. Fu Jia was pushed up and slid up, and couldn't hold his waist, so she hugged his neck with her hands and pressed against him tightly.
Lu Qi'an felt Fu Jia's wet breath blowing in his ear, panting with the frequency of his thrusts, a fire suddenly ignited in his body, his muscles tensed, and his strength began to lose control.
Every stroke of Lu Qi'an was deep enough and hard enough. If it was normal, Fu Jia would be able to get used to Lu Qi'an's thrusting dozens of times, but today he couldn't find pleasure for a long time, trembling with pain, couldn't help but go down and tighten the posterior acupoint.
Lu Qi'an felt it was difficult to get in and out, but the pleasure was extremely strong, which made him more and more unbearable.
"Jiajia, it's too tight." He gritted his teeth, tried to slow down, and asked Fu Jia, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Fu Jia hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable…"
If it was normal, Lu Qi'an had already noticed that something was wrong, but today he felt that he couldn't restrain himself, and his self-control was even worse than when he did it for the first time.
Lu Qi'an was originally young and energetic, and he often exercised, with good physical strength and endurance. It's good to have some restraint at ordinary times, but once you indulge, it's hard to take it back. He continued to thrust and thrust, more and more violently.
Fu Jia's whole body was soaked in sweat, and when the sweat slid down from his forehead, tears also came out in pain, mixed with the sweat and falling down. Holding back his crying, he breathed heavily, stretched out his hand, and kneaded his penis vigorously, finally it didn't hurt so much anymore.
At this time, the torture changed again. Fu Jia began to find the pleasure, and the pleasure kept climbing up. On the one hand, he felt that he was too happy, and on the other hand, he felt that he was about to be torn apart. Under the contradiction, his whole body was weak, and he couldn't use any strength. .
Lu Qi'an was also sweating, and he felt unprecedentedly refreshed physically and mentally. He had never opened the floodgate in his heart to this extent. Of course he still has a rational side, but that side is drifting away and doesn't plan to come back for the time being.
It was only when Fu Jia wet a large piece of pillow with crying that Lu Qi'an ejaculated inside him. He ejaculated a lot, and the penis kept throbbing in Fu Jia's back hole. Fu Jia felt both pleasure and pain, and silently cried even more fiercely.
The aftertaste of Lu Qi'an's orgasm lasted for a long time, and his penis did not soften for a long time. Lu Qi'an bit his tongue, took a few deep breaths, and finally began to regain his senses.
He turned on the light, only to find that Fu Jia's skin was red and sweaty, as if soaked in water. There were large wet spots on the bed sheets, which were crumpled by him and looked ugly.
The most important thing is that Fu Jia was soft in the front, but he obviously didn't shoot. With Fu Jia's sensitivity, he would be able to ejaculate at least once in a round.
Fu Jia covered his face with his hands, but Lu Qi'an could still see the tear stains on the exposed half of his face. He wept convulsively, but never made a sound.
Lu Qi'an touched Fu Jia's sweaty hair, pulled his hand away, and asked coaxingly, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Jia looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said, "It doesn't hurt."
Lu Qi'an's heart softened, Holding Fu Jia's back and hugging him, she apologized while wiping his tears: "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well."
Fu Jia shook his head and insisted, "I really don't hurt."
Lu Qi'an kissed him, and tightened his hand, which was too strong.
He couldn't find an excuse. Although he didn't turn on the light, he touched the tears on Fu Jia's face several times on the way, but chose to turn a blind eye.
In his subconscious mind, he had long wanted to torment Fu Jia like today. I want to hurt him hard, to see if he will leave because he can't bear it after suffering.
He himself didn't know where these dark sides came from.
Lu Qi'an's hands were tightened around Fu Jia's waist, without the cover of clothes, Fu Jia could clearly feel the heat in his hands. He thought a lot in one moment, but suppressed those thoughts in the next moment.
"Are you in a bad mood…" Fu Jia held his face and said, "Don't be unhappy…do it again."
Fu Jia looked at him very affectionately, "I will make you happy ."
The next day, Fu Jia slept until almost noon before getting up. Lu Qi'an helped him ask for leave from KTV, and went out to buy breakfast when he came back.
Fu Jia noticed that Aunt Miao hadn't been here today, but Lu Qi'an didn't take the initiative to say so, and Fu Jia didn't take the initiative to ask either.
When sitting together for breakfast, Lu Qi'an asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"
Fu Jia felt it and shook his head. Youth is the capital of nonsense, last night they tossed most of the night, and he also cried most of the night, and he just need to sleep for a while to recover.
Lu Qi'an nodded, pondered his words for a while, and continued: "We will move out from here within this week. The new house is not as good as this one, and there is no Aunt Miao to take care of it. Do you feel inconvenient?"
Fu Jia's heart sank heavily.
There is no paradise in this world, what should come will always come. Even if he wanted to pretend he couldn't hear or see, reality would wake him up. He gritted his teeth nervously, instead of answering his question, he said, "I will take good care of you."
He was serious as if he was swearing, "I promise, I will take good care of you, I will never let you suffer, I am willing to do anything for you, I will promise all your requests… no matter what happens in the future, no matter who comes If you stop me, I won't leave you, so…"
Fu Jia lowered her head, her eyes were a little red, "So, please don't give up on me…"
At this moment, the time suddenly became very long.
Some things don't need to be said too much at all, just one sentence is enough.
Lu Qi'an felt a pain in his chest, and said softly, "How could I give up on you?"
The moment he returned to Lu's house and saw Lu Zhiyuan, he had already given up everything for Fu Jia. He gave up his prominent family background, his elders who loved and respected him, and his friends from childhood to adulthood.
From then on, he only had Fu Jia.