Looking at the back of his hand that was beaten red, a dangerous light flashed across his golden red eyes.
However, between closing and opening, the terrifying shimmer was hidden under the jet-black hair scattered in front of him.
Heimos didn't move, just looked up at Garlan.
He said, "Your hand."
He stretched out his hand again, only this time it stayed in front of Garland.
"Let me see the wound on your hand."
Because he suddenly realized that Heimos was very close to him, when Garlan panicked, he reflexively raised his hand and opened Heimos's hand.
When he reacted, he also realized that he seemed to be overreacting a bit. Just as he was about to say something to explain and ease the current tense atmosphere, Heimos spoke first.
Hearing that, Garlan raised his hand to take a look, only to find that a small cut had been rubbed on his finger at some point. Because the wound was so small, he didn't notice it himself, but Heimos did.
... It turned out that Heimos reached out to him just now to see the injury on his hand.
Sure enough, he was overreacting and was too vigilant about Heimos.
As soon as the strange tension and vigilance in Garlan's heart disappeared, he couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw the scarred palm stretched out in front of his eyes.
He opened Heimos's hand, although he knew that he was just a subconscious reaction because he was startled.
But in the eyes of others, that kind of behavior seems to be extremely contradictory to the other party.
It does hurt a bit.
In guilt, Garlan quickly raised his hand and put it in Heimos's palm.
He explained: "I didn't open your hand on purpose just now, just because I was thinking about something, and suddenly someone appeared in front of me, I was startled, and the reflex was..."
Heimos lowered his eyes, his dark forehead scattered in front of his eyes, and the shadow of his hair on his eye sockets made it difficult to see the look of his eyes at the moment.
The expression on his face was light, and when Garland explained to him, he calmly hummed, indicating that he knew.
That look didn't seem to care about what happened just now, so Garlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that Heimos kept looking at his hand, Garland said: "It's just a little scratch, nothing to do, I'll put some ointment on by myself later... Uh!"
Before he finished speaking, Heimos suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and put his fingers into his lips.
Garlan could clearly feel the soft, warm tip of his tongue licking his fingers.
A strange numbness was instantly transmitted from the fingertips to the back of his neck like an electric shock, making the back of his neck numb.
That strange feeling made Garlan panic.
He suddenly pulled his hand out of Heimos's and retracted it.
"no need."
The nerves that had just relaxed were instantly tense again, and Garlan clenched his hand and shook his head at Heimos.
"I have the ointment, just apply it myself..."
"I've done it before."
Heimos looked up at him, his eyes very calm.
But that calm is like the calm before a storm, the rough waves hidden beneath the calm sea.
"Why not now?"
"because… "
Garland didn't know how to answer.
Indeed, just like he used to be able to spend time alone with Heimos at will, when there was an occasional injury, Heimos would help him suck... At that time, he would not have such a big reaction.
But he didn't know why.
Therefore, he can only hesitate and don't know what excuse to make.
To be honest, the reason why he was really unable to face Heimos during this period of time was not only the words Heimos said that day that were too explicit for him, but also because of a dream in which he was led out by those words. memory.
In that lustful dream...
The thin gold chain fastened to his wrist, the end sunk deep into the stone wall...
The snow-white bed full of wrinkles was forced to overlap two bodies...
It was obviously just a dream, but it was very distinct.
The feeling of Heimos's lips licking his fingers just now awakened his memory.
In that dream, it was also the man's lips that licked down his back a little bit, so stubborn that he forced him in the dream to the point of sobbing...
…
In the past two days, when he saw Heimos, the memory of this dream that flashed in his mind from time to time made him completely unable to look directly at Heimos.
Before, he always thought that only the blackened Heimos would become like that.
After all, although Heimos was constantly pouring out his love to him, his behavior was extremely controlled.
Although he often kissed him, he never did anything after the kiss.
Therefore, Gallan subconsciously believed that the love of Heimos, who was not blackened, should be a pure Platonic feeling, which was different from the dream.
—It wasn't until Heimos's words that nakedly exposed his desires that Gallan realized that no matter whether the man who adored him was black or not, he was actually looking at him with the lustful eyes of his dreams. follow him.
And this realization made Garlan both embarrassed and flustered.
…
His mind was a little confused for a while, Gallan pursed his lips, tried his best to control his chaotic breathing, and tried his best to get rid of the charming fragments that suddenly appeared in his mind.
However, the appearance of Garlan trying to calm himself down, in the eyes of the other party, seems to be indifference and avoidance.
The golden red eyes turned cold.
"Because it makes you feel sick now?"
"what?"
Garlan, who was still trying to calm down, suddenly heard this sentence and felt inexplicable, so he looked up.
As soon as he looked up, the hand he had withdrawn was already caught by Heimos again.
A force he couldn't resist pulled him forward.
He was dragged into Heimos's arms all at once.
Those strong and powerful arms hugged him tightly, so hard that his side cheeks pressed against each other's chest.
Only through a thin layer of clothing, he could almost clearly feel the warm skin and tight muscle texture marks under the thin shirt.
In the dream, the fragment of the overlapping skin of the two bodies suddenly jumped out of memory again, causing the tip of the boy's ears to burn and scald, and his heart beat wildly without listening to commands.
He was a little flustered.
Especially when he glimpsed the shadows of the soldiers who were vigilants outside the camp reflected on the curtain, he became more and more nervous.
"Heimos, let me go."
Garlan didn't dare to struggle, for fear of being too loud and being noticed by outsiders, so he could only speak to Heimos in a low voice as much as possible.
"Let go? Why?"
The man's low and calm voice came from his ears.
Heimos seemed to give a low laugh.
He said, "Let go of you so that you can continue to avoid and ignore me?"
Garland was startled.
Heimos has gone on.
"You don't even want to see me anymore, do you?"
The arm that hugged Garlan loosened a little, his chin was pinched, and he lifted it up.
When meeting Heimos's eyes, the boy's pupils contracted forcefully.
The golden red eyes stared at him, and there was not the slightest softness in his eyes.
The handsome face seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Heimos's eyes were deep, as if there was a thick fog swirling in the bottom of his eyes, condensing and settling down.
He looked at him with a dangerous aura in his eyes, like a hungry wolf who chose someone and devoured him.
The icy gleam in the bottom of his eyes made his heart palpitate to the extreme for no reason.
Garlan had not seen such a Heimos for a long time.
This terrifying beast always carefully retracted its fangs and sharp claws in front of him, appearing to be well-behaved and docile.
He almost forgot how dangerous this man who pampered him infinitely was.
Heimos glanced lightly at the dark shadow reflected on the camp tent.
"Are you worried about disturbing them?"
He lowered his head and kissed Garlan's lips lightly.
He looked at Garland fixedly into his eyes and smiled.
"That's not bad, at least you're willing to look at me."
He said with a smile, but that smile still didn't reach his eyes.
"He..."
"Shh, don't talk, it will alarm people outside."
"… "
Heimos lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue slowly licked the pale pink lips.
Then, go down a little bit along the corners of the lips and the chin.
After lightly biting the smooth and white chin a few times, his lips moved down again, grabbing the boy's tiny Adam's apple in one bite.
The tip of his tongue licked stubbornly, and he felt satisfied that under his licking, the tiny Adam's apple trembled slightly.
He could hear the young man's breathless gasps that he tried to suppress but still leaked a little.
"You dare not make a sound."
Gently kissed the quivering Adam's apple again, Heimos said with a low smile.
"Yeah, if you make a sound, it will be troublesome for someone to come in and see this scene, isn't it?"
The man's lips slowly slid down the boy's neck and landed on the slender collarbone.
After a pause, then continue down.
The left hand had already clasped Garlan's hands behind him, and Heimos' right hand pulled away the dark corset around Garlan's waist.
The clothes were scattered, and the rough palms sank into the scattered robes, touching the smooth and tender skin of the boy's waist.
He could feel the stiffness of Garlan's body, but he didn't feel the other's struggle.
Heimos smiled.
But the bottom of his eyes is a bottomless abyss.
"You dare not move, but it's a good opportunity for me."
He raised his head and looked at Garlan who was under him.
There seemed to be a dangerous fire burning in the slightly narrowed eyes, and the golden red eyes were dyed with a bright color.
He said, "You said, taking this opportunity, is it easy for me to directly violate you?"
He said in a low voice and his eyes seemed gentle.
But there was something chillingly dangerous in those words.
The way he looked at the boy under him was like the eyes shot out of the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake looking at its prey.
Can't wait, greedy, wants to swallow the prey he desires, bone and flesh, into his belly.
"You really want to do this?"
Suddenly, Garlan spoke.
Even though he was in a disadvantageous situation of being controlled by the other party, he was still in the same calm tone that he usually spoke to Heimos.
Those golden eyes stared at each other steadily.
In the dimly lit tent, the young man's golden eyes were still bright, even though his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of Heimos pressing down above.
He looked straight at Heimos and asked again.
"Heimos, do you really want to do this?"
Looking at Gallan's eyes, a dazed look appeared on Heimos's face.
He looked at Garland with a dazed expression.
The smile on his face disappeared little by little, and the dangerous aura in his eyes also dissipated.
He lowered his eyes, the hand that was clasping Garlan's wrists loosened, and the other hand also retracted.
Garlan rubbed his wrist, which was achingly fastened.
"Heimos, it's my fault to avoid you."
Unexpectedly, because he felt embarrassed and it was difficult to look at Heimos for a while, Heimos became mad this time, and Garlan sighed.
Well, knowing how much Heimos values himself, he wanted to avoid him on purpose. It was indeed his fault.
but-
"But it wasn't all my fault, was it?"
"If you hadn't said those words first, I wouldn't have overreacted like this."
"Even if you're going to say... um, in that case, it's better to be more euphemistic, don't be so... so explicit?"
As soon as he remembered Heimos's words, which led him to recall the memory fragment in that dream, Garlan felt that he was panicking.
Anyway, consider the ability of a person who has never been in a relationship in five lifetimes and has no experience.
He couldn't help but sigh again.
"Makes you sick, doesn't it?"
"what?"
Just after he sighed, Heimos said such a sentence, and Garlan was a little stunned for a while.
nausea
What is disgusting
Heimos looked at Garlan with a deep gaze, his side cheeks seemed to be shrouded in shadows.
"My words... my desire to touch you, my desire for you... make you sick."
He says,
"So you're avoiding me, you don't even want to look at me anymore... don't you?"
"I didn't think so."
He didn't expect Heimos to think like this at all, and after Garlan was surprised, he hurriedly shook his head.
"I don't feel disgusted or disgusted by your... um, that kind of thought, and I don't even think it excludes you because of it."
He paused and whispered,
"I just didn't expect it, so I was surprised."
"… "
Looking at Heimos, who was silent and obviously did not believe his words, Garlan took a deep breath.
"In addition to being surprised, there was this sudden realization that 'you're in danger'," he said.
Heimos frowned.
"Am I in danger?"
"Yeah, realizing it's dangerous to be alone with a man who loves you, maybe what's going to happen—"
The young man obviously tried his best to say such shameful words, and his pale face flushed red.
"From that day on, I couldn't avoid looking at you with the eyes of 'what can you do with me'. When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of the kind of things you said to me when you were dreaming."
Especially the dream he had in the past was too vivid and too real.
How could he say such an unspeakable thing
"When I see you, I will think of that kind of thing. Can you say that I don't avoid you?"
Heimos looked at Garlan with a fixed expression, his eyes were very complicated.
"That's the real reason you avoided me?"
"Yes."
"…Isn't it that my lust makes you sick?"
"I never thought about it that way."
Garland said calmly, "If I hate your feelings for me, then when you tell me, I will tell you directly, and I will stay away from you from that time."
"… "
Heimos was silent for a while, and he stretched out his hand, as if to touch Garlan's cheek.
But for some reason, just before touching the other's cheek, his hand stopped in the air again.
He looked at Garlan with deep eyes, and no one could see the emotions in his deep eyes.
His hand just hovered halfway, not moving.
Garlan raised his head, his bright golden eyes and those deep golden red pupils stared at each other for a moment.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand.
He put his hands around Heimos's head.
Before the other party could react, he hugged him.
The teenager knelt on the bed, raised his head, closed his eyes and slammed closer, pressing his lips on Heimos's lips.
It was the first time he took the initiative to kiss each other.
The clumsy and unskilled movement was more of a bump than a kiss.
But even if it was a bump, it was really a kiss.
Garlan, who gave Heimos a strong kiss, opened his eyes.
He said: "It is absolutely impossible for me to take the initiative to do this kind of thing to someone I hate, so you..."
The words stopped abruptly halfway through.
The young man was stunned.
Heimos knelt on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, propped one hand on the edge of the bed, and covered the lower half of his face with the other.
But neither the scattered forehead hair nor the palm covering his lips could stop the reddening marks on his face.
The blushing traces spread from his cheeks in an instant, all the way to the roots of his ears.
The neck under the ear turned red.