His hand was still on Heimos's shoulder, but Garlan didn't dare to move any more.
His mind was blank at this moment, leaving him at a loss.
The legs that had been raised that were intended to sit up turned even more petrified.
Garlan didn't dare to move, but the man who was pressing on him couldn't help it after all.
The feeling of restlessness in the depths of his body that was almost painful made him unable to stop wanting to touch the boy who seemed to him the sweetest and most dangerous poison and the antidote that saved him from drowning.
Heimos leaned over, wanting to kiss Garland.
But Garland seemed to be startled by the strong aggression he exuded all over his body. As soon as he lowered his head, Garland moved his head back a little.
So you go in and I go back.
Garlan's upper body, which had been raised up a little, fell on the soft bed again.
Then, there is no going back.
Seeing the young man dodging back, Heimos raised his eyebrows.
The look of being stared at by the big black wolf in the hunt, and his whole body exuding vigilance in an instant, was really cute, and Heimos couldn't help but laugh.
However, the man who was regarded as the existence of the big black wolf still lowered his head and kissed after laughing.
Although his wild eyes are full of desire for prey, this giant wolf can resist his instinctive desire to hunt. He doesn't seem to want to devour the delicious food in front of him, but wants to chew it slowly. , taste the delicious prey little by little and meticulously every inch.
But he was not in a hurry, just lowered his head and kissed Garlan's forehead gently.
Garland blinked.
Seems a little confused.
But still on full alert.
When he blinked, the slender and soft eyelashes gently touched the man's brown chin, and then the man's Adam's apple wriggled again, as if he was swallowing something, suppressing something.
Seeing the other person's eyelashes blinking, as if his heart was itching, Heimos couldn't hold back, and rubbed the other side's blinking corner with his fingertips.
By the way, he gently wiped away the water mark from the corner of Garlan's eyes.
Heimos's kiss, constantly but very lightly, fell on the corners of Garlan's eyes, cheeks, and lips.
It doesn't seem to be aggressive at all, only the traces of light pecks.
Thin and long.
It was extremely gentle, like a continuous drizzle, gently falling on Garlan's face.
Such a gentle kiss made the frightened boy's stiff and tense body relax little by little.
His eyes widened and stared at Heimos gradually softened.
His hand was still on Heimos' shoulder, hesitating whether to push him away.
Although it was impossible to push the opponent away with his strength, Gallan knew that if his attitude was firm, Heimos would push him away.
Just when he hesitated, Heimos raised his right hand and lifted a strand of blond hair that was scattered messily in front of his eyes.
Garlan saw the palm of that hand, the scars crisscrossed and the skin uneven.
When this hand lifted his forehead and stroked his side neck, the sensitive neck skin could clearly feel the rough traces of the other's palm.
His heart softened suddenly.
Heimos lowered his head, his forehead overlapped with his, intimate.
Garlan tried his best to ignore the feeling of being so hot that he was about to burn, and closed his eyes.
As he closed his eyes, the touch of the lips that moved on his cheek became clearer.
The lips that had pecked at his cheek for a long time finally landed on his mouth.
Not as greedy and hurried as before, as if robbing him of all his breath, this time his lips were very gentle, with a lingering lingering water.
Because it was too gentle, Garlan's brain gradually became dizzy.
However, even with such a gentle kiss, after a long time, it would still make Garlan a little breathless.
He moved, wanting to turn his head.
Instead of pressing his head down or chasing after him, Heimos released his lips obediently.
The boy who turned his head slightly panted, but Heimos didn't want to waste a second, kissing his side cheek, and following the movement of his turning, he naturally slid his lips to his ear.
The thin cold lips covered the tips of the ears that had turned pink.
Almost at the moment of holding it, Heimos felt the tip of his ear tremble in his mouth.
Like a frightened little animal, the gently shaking ear tips seemed to tug at his heartstrings, making his heart itch.
However, he did not let go of the other party's plan.
The tip of the teeth bit the tip of the ear lightly, leaving a bite mark on the tip of the other's ear with gentle but irresistible force.
It's like a black wolf trying to find the best place to talk.
"Heimos..."
There was a tingling feeling at the tip of the ear that was being bitten and licked.
But there was a strange electric shock-like feeling oozing out of the numbness, which transmitted the numbness from the tip of the ear all the way to the side of the neck.
Feeling a little unbearable, Garlan couldn't help but whispered Heimos's name.
Because it was forcibly endured that kind of voice that could not be said whether it was discomfort or other feelings, it sounded soft, like humming from the nose, inexplicably carried a coquettish or even praying meaning.
When Garlan heard it, he was stunned for a while, feeling that he couldn't listen anymore.
But it was too late to feel ashamed, and after this shout, the slow-moving man paused for a moment.
Because the other party's nose and mouth were right next to his ear, he could clearly feel the other party's sudden rapid breathing.
Garlan breathed a sigh of relief when the tip of his ear that was being played with recklessly by the other party was finally released.
Heimos looked at the side of his neck and didn't move.
On the back of the boy's neck, there is a little clear pink mark, like cherry blossom petals on the skin.
That's the mark of the imprint.
A long time ago, when they were all very young, Garlan had been burned by charcoal fire to protect him.
Because Garlan's clothes were loose, before he knew it, one side of the clothes slipped from his shoulders to the crook of his arms.
The skin on the slender shoulders was white, and it glowed with a moist luster under the light.
The milk-white skin was set off by the long blond hair spread on the bed.
The teenager turned his head sideways, and the arcs of the shoulders and necks that meandered all the way down from the ears showed a graceful arc, like the side necks of a stretched swan.
So beautiful that it seems like a masterpiece in the world.
Too beautiful to be able to suppress a violent impulse.
That is a kind of inferiority lurking deep in the human heart.
As if bewitched, Heimos bit down hard.
The sudden stabbing pain made Garlan shake his shoulders reflexively.
But the shallow pain was only for a moment, and the bitten neck socket was quickly released.
When Garlan shuddered, Heimos immediately came back to his senses.
Looking at the clear tooth marks he bit out on the fair skin, he was annoyed for a while, as if he wanted to apologize, and gently stroked the tooth marks he bit out.
Because of the burns in the past, coupled with the thick calluses from martial arts practice, Heimos's fingers are very rough.
And Gallan's skin, which has been carefully maintained by the female officer, is very delicate and itchy when touched.
He quickly slapped Heimos's hand away.
"It's so itchy."
He said, rubbing it with his own hands and complaining.
"You learned from Nega? You bite when you open your mouth."
Heimos looked at him, not angry, but smiled.
His lips were thin and cold.
But at this moment, his curved lips were wet, and when the light shone, water glowed.
Not knowing if it was because he felt thirsty, the tip of his tongue licked past the corner of his lips.
Lined with the reddish corners of his eyes, the deep gaze in his eyes gave off an inexplicably seductive feeling.
That appearance made Garlan's heart tighten.
The heart beat violently.
Seeing that the watery lips fell again, he subconsciously raised his hand to block it, panicking for no reason.
Fingers pressed against Huymos' lips at once.
He froze for a moment, and his fingertips shrank back as if they were hot.
However, before he had time to withdraw, his hand was held by Heimos.
The charming atmosphere spread faintly in the room, making Garlan's mind a mess, and he could only look at Heimos at a loss.
Heimos took his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed his finger.
"Gallan."
A low voice called his name softly.
It's a familiar voice, but in this situation, a little hoarseness will inexplicably bring a special allure.
"Gallan..."
The man whispered his name softly.
One word, one word.
It was like a voice coming from the deepest part of his chest, deep, deep, and penetrated deep into his eardrums.
The moment Garlan shook his head, the thin lips already contained his fingertips.
He could clearly feel the soft tongue wrapping around his fingertips.
An electric shock-like feeling hit from the fingertips and spread to the entire arm in an instant.
The eyes of the man licking his fingers were fixed on him for a moment.
Very aggressive look.
Like a beast staring at its prey.
The boy instinctively felt fear.
The little flame in the body that was picked up by the other party suddenly became cold.
The person in front of him is obviously so familiar, but at the moment he is unusually unfamiliar.
Just when Garlan felt a slight chill on the back of his neck.
The man lowered his head and grabbed his Adam's apple.
The boy opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling violently.
Although the bite is not heavy, it will not make people feel pain, but this kind of horror is controlled by others...
This illusion of being hunted...
He struggled subconsciously.
He moved.
The golden red eyes were raised and looked at him from the bottom up.
With a scorching heat that seemed to rob him of everything.
The thirst oozing from the man's eyes poured over him, so much that it almost suffocated him.
It was so intense that it was almost unbearable for him.
He clenched his hands tightly, but he couldn't contain the fear in his heart, but it was getting bigger and bigger.
The two people were too close, and the strong aggressiveness of the other party at the moment made him feel conflicted for no reason.
Confused.
sense of unknown.
The unfamiliar and shivering feeling that poured out of his body made him tremble.
All this scares him.
Do not…
He wanted to resist.
Garlan never thought that in this person's arms, he would feel fear.
It should be the most reassuring place in the world, but at this moment it has become the place that frightens him.
He still can't-
As soon as he gritted his teeth and gathered strength, Garlan suddenly raised his hands to grab Heimos' shoulders, and turned his head to say that Heimos should stop.
But as soon as he turned his head to the side, on that handsome side cheek, a deep scar at the corner of his left eye was reflected in his eyes.
Garlan wanted to push away the opponent's hand and stopped, and the voice that wanted to stop Heimos was stuck in his throat.
He lost his mind for a moment.
Scenes from the past with this person flashed through his mind.
After a while, Garlan took a deep breath.
The hand he had intended to push away reached forward and wrapped tightly around Heimos' neck.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to relax his tense body.
… not out of sympathy, not out of pity.
Just distressed.
Because he felt sorry for the person in front of him, even if he resisted instinctively, he wanted to try to accept the other's desire.
…
The fingers gently rolled up a strand of long blond hair, wrapped it around the fingertips, and clenched it tightly.
It felt as if the owner of the blond hair was also caught in his hands.
The one you love is in your control.
Can no longer escape.
Heimos looked down at the person below him, his eyes burning.
His mind was almost completely controlled by a bottomless desire.
He kissed the blond hair wrapped around his fingertips.
The action is gentle.
But the gaze he stared at Garlan was the exact opposite of his gentle actions.
The golden-red eyes seemed to be on fire, like a crimson gem being burned to the point of melting.
Even Garlan's visibly tense body and resisting movements were ignored by him.
He directly used his power to hold Garlan tightly in his arms, making it impossible for him to break free from his shackles.
He already felt that Garland would resist, and he was even ready to forcefully suppress the boy's resistance.
But at this moment, Garlan stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.
The man who was on the verge of losing control froze for a moment.
Subconsciously, Heimos looked up at Garlan who suddenly hugged him tightly.
The boy closed his eyes tightly.
Because it was closed too tightly, the slender eyelashes trembled slightly.
Garlan didn't say anything, didn't push him away, but hugged him tightly.
The corners of his brows and eyes, as well as his tense body, all revealed the emotions he was afraid of at the moment.
That appearance made Heimos suddenly startled.
He woke up almost instantly.
Then, all actions stopped.
After taking a few breaths, he lowered his eyes and embraced Garlan with both hands.
He raised his head and rubbed his chin lightly against the soft blond hair in the socket of his neck.
"Don't be afraid."
He softly coaxed the boy in his arms.
"It's good to be here, I'll just do it here."
Heimos coaxed for a while before Garlan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.
The clear golden eyes were covered with a hazy layer of water vapor.
"… real?"
The boy who looked up at him asked him in a low voice.
Like a little milk cat who was bullied so badly, it looked pitiful, and there was a sense of grievance in his eyes.
Looking at it makes people feel both soft-hearted and pitiful.
I just want to pamper me well, put it on the top of my heart and take care of me, and I can't bear to bully again.
"Um."
Heimos lowered his head and stroked Gallan's cheek.
He continued to coax softly.
"As long as you're scared, I'll do nothing."
He will be distressed.
He was reluctant.
Garland hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "I... I don't hate it, just... "
He paused for a long time, as if he didn't know how to describe it.
After a while, he whispered, "Wait a little longer, okay?"
"Maybe... it will take a little longer..."
"it is good."
Heimos said.
He smiled and kissed the forehead of the boy in front of him.
He will wait.
No matter how long you wait.
They still have a long time.
They will always be together in the days to come.