The room was quiet, and the light of the sun came in from the skylight, filling the entire bedroom with bright light.
The early morning breeze blew from the crescent pool outside, swept the water gently, swaying the green lotus bud tips, blowing into the open floor-to-ceiling windows.
In the corner of the room near the floor-to-ceiling windows, a brown hairball curled up on the cushion, two small front paws hugged his head and huddled into a ball, two small palm-sized bodies undulating rhythmically.
The little milk lion slept soundly, and a tuft of dull hair on the top of his head swayed in the breeze blowing in.
On the big bed on the other side of the room, the boy slept soundly like the little lion.
He leaned sideways and bowed slightly.
A pair of strong brown arms wrapped around him tightly, so that half of his side cheek was pressed against the other's warm chest.
Heimos, who was hugging him, was much taller than Gallan, and when he was hugging him like this, he almost wrapped his entire body in his arms.
That action is not only guarding his most beloved treasure, but also unscrupulously declaring his possessiveness.
The wind swept across the strand of snow-white forehead, causing it to sway slightly.
The man opened his eyes, his eyes were like golden red gems melted in flame lava. They were obviously hot and hot, but they became gentle when he looked at the boy in his arms.
Compared to the sleeping Garlan, Heimos slept very lightly, and only took a short nap. After all, he had slept for more than two thousand years, and this was probably the case in a short period of time.
He looked at Garlan with deep affection.
His eyes no longer had the worries and uneasiness of the day before, and the uneasy feeling of unreality.
At this moment, Garlan is in his arms, his cheeks are against his chest, and the warmth of his skin is continuously transmitted to the depths of his chest through the thin clothes.
This warmth is the source of heat that keeps his heart beating.
Garland slept soundly.
No wonder.
He took him in that strange golden spaceship last night and circled around a huge royal city for a long time, and didn't come back until midnight.
In addition to the previous night, it can be said that Garlan didn't fall asleep until the second half of the night for two consecutive nights, and his sleep was severely lacking.
At this moment, Garlan tilted his head slightly, his head resting on Heimos's arm, his mouth was slightly open, and he made a shallow breathing sound.
His brows widened, and there was still a little childishness on his face who had only grown up a few days ago, and the childishness became more obvious when he fell asleep at the moment.
The short golden hair ends are scattered on the white cheeks in a messy manner. Although it is not as dazzling and bright as the morning light when the long hair is spread out in the past, it gives people a refreshing feeling, with a childish look. feel cute.
I don't know if it was a dream or something, his nose wrinkled, and then his head arched into Heimos's arms.
Unluckily, his cheek was originally attached to Heimos's chest, so he turned his forehead against Heimos's chest. With a sound, it was quiet.
It's just that Heimos's forehead became more messy because of his forehead, and the tips of his hair and slender eyelashes were intertwined.
Looking at the cute appearance of the boy in his arms arching back and forth in his arms like a kitten, the corners of Heimos's sharp eyes were slightly bent, and the bottom of his eyes was full of smiles.
No need to worry about other things, the boy in his arms already belongs to him completely.
And in the same way, he only belongs to the other party.
No one or anything can separate them anymore.
As long as he thought about it like this, the depths of his heart seemed to be filled with clouds of cotton, and the soft feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to his entire body, as if his whole body was in the clouds and mist, floating.
His eyes looked down on Garlan's face little by little. Even if he was very familiar with each point, and had been engraved in the deepest part of his heart, he still couldn't see enough of it greedily.
After a while, his eyes fell on Garlan's lips.
The sleeping boy opened his lips slightly and exhaled a shallow breath.
Unlike his thin and sharp lips, the boy's lips are neither thin nor thick, just right, full and moist, especially the little lip beads on the upper lip, which make the arc between the lips almost perfect.
The lip color is a light pink, like the cherry blossoms that bloom in early spring.
Even just looking at it like this, you can feel the sweet taste of those pale pink lips.
Heimos stretched out his hand, held Garlan's chin, and lightly rubbed his pink lips with his thumb.
There is a soft and tender touch on the fingertips, which makes people love it.
Even in his sleep, Garlan could feel that his lips were tickled by being harassed, so out of instinct, he stretched out his tongue to lick the ticklish place.
As everyone knows, when he licked it, the tip of his tongue licked the fingertips that were rubbing his lips.
Watching the little pink tongue licking his fingertips, he clearly felt the numbness from his fingertips.
Heimos suddenly felt extremely thirsty, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his throat.
He almost couldn't help but bow his head and hold those seductive lips.
However, he was reluctant to let Garlan take the initiative to lick the soft touch of his fingers with the tip of his tongue in a daze, and he was entangled for a while.
Just when he was hesitating, there was no need for him to continue to struggle, probably because the lips were not rubbed continuously and felt that he had driven away the harasser, so the boy's tongue was retracted.
The pale pink lips pursed and continued to sleep.
The arc formed by the lip beads made it more and more itchy to look at. Heimos didn't hesitate any longer. He lowered his head and leaned over, wanting to bite gently.
He thought that Garlan was sleeping and didn't want to wake him up, so Heimos just planned to kiss, rub, and bite gently at first to satisfy his desires a little.
After all, he also knew that Garlan had been sleep deprived for two nights in a row.
However, such a thing as desire really does not mean that restraint can be restrained, and that satisfaction can be satisfied.
Especially in the face of a long-awaited beloved, the so-called self-control simply cannot exist.
Almost at the moment when the lips and teeth touched, Heimos was addicted.
The sweet taste that surpasses all is passed from the lips that are almost blended, to the whole body, to the blood, making people uncontrollably intoxicated.
That feeling seems to make people's soul tremble.
more…
Deeper… …
His body and even his soul were emitting this longing sound, which made him almost forget everything.
And Heimos's too greedy and eager kiss finally made Garland wake up because he couldn't breathe.
Because of the lack of oxygen, the boy's nose flaps rapidly and his breathing is rapid.
When he opened his eyes, looking at the handsome face in front of him, he was just stunned, and then immediately relaxed.
It was the man's arms that held him, the man's arms embraced him, and the man's lips kissed him.
Everything is familiar, and everything is very reassuring.
Garlan hummed lightly with his nose. Heimos seemed to have received his signal, and he stepped back a little, loosening his lips, allowing him to open his lips to breathe, but he still kissed and rubbed against him with particular reluctance. the corners of his lips.
From time to time, he used the tip of his tongue to penetrate his lips, licking the tips of his teeth.
The tip of their noses touched together, and he could clearly feel the warm breath exhaled by Heimos passing over the side cheeks.
Even the eyelashes seemed to be brushed, itchy.
It was so itchy that Garlan couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
Because he was hugged tightly, he could clearly feel the changes in the other person's body. Although the boy was laughing softly, his face was a little red, like a red petal.
He pursed his lips, as if trying to mentally build himself up.
After a while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
Garlan raised his upper body, lay on Heimos, and looked at Heimos with bright eyes.
After looking at each other, his cheeks flushed, avoiding Heimos's gaze, bowing his head, and bringing his lips to Heimos's ear.
He swallowed, as if holding back his nervousness.
He spoke in Heimos's ear in an impossibly small voice.
He said, "Don't forget, you haven't completed the task of serving the bed."
The boy's cheeks were crimson, and his voice was almost inaudible.
As he spoke, he tried very hard to recall the meager ways of teasing people, and then summoning all his courage, he gently drew a circle around Heimos's chest with his fingers.
However, just as the circle was halfway through, his hand was grabbed by the opponent.
The next second, the scene in front of him flipped, and Garlan, who was lying on Heimos, was suddenly pressed onto the bed.
The hands are turned upside down on the sides of the head.
The man holding his hand pressed him on the bed, looking down at him with burning eyes.
The big black wolf, who was extremely docile and obedient a second ago, is now staring at the prey under him.
Heimos's breathing became uncontrollably rapid.
He looked at Garland.
Garlan was lying on the bed, his blond hair scattered messily on the snow-white bed.
A flushed face, obviously the words and actions just now have almost exhausted all the shame of this young boy.
The pupils like golden gems looked at him, covered with a layer of water mist, which made the boy's eyes glint.
Clear and clean eyes as clear as a clear sky, clearly full of greenness, but inexplicably tempting to the extreme, making people feel dry mouth at a glance.
The depths of the body burned almost instantly, and the whole body was hot and hot.
It was as if his whole body was being scorched by flames.
Heimos knew that only the contact with the person under him could relieve this burning heat and pain.
He leaned down and kissed Garlan's forehead lightly.
The thin lips fell little by little along the corners of the eyes, the tip of the nose, and the chin.
Then it was buried deep in Garlan's side neck.
Resisting the complicated emotions that were nervous, a little scared, but also a little anticipation, Gallan raised his hands, wrapped his arms around Heimos's head, and closed his eyes.
Hold your breath and wait for further...
The moment he kissed his lips, it stopped suddenly.
Then, the head buried in the side of his neck left.
Garlan opened his eyes in confusion and saw Heimos raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.
The thin lips that were kissing his skin just now were pressed tightly, and the expression seemed helpless and depressed.
He only wondered for ten seconds, and then immediately knew the reason why Heimos showed such an expression.
A familiar rough voice came faintly from the courtyard.
As soon as Garlan was stunned, the already red face instantly flushed red, and the whole body was completely red.
He almost panicked and pushed Heimos away, then rolled, wrapped in a thin blanket and rolled into the middle of the big bed, just like that.
Following the opponent's strength to back away, Heimos got out of bed.
He looked at Garlan, who had wrapped himself into a ball on the bed with a blanket, trying to pretend to be asleep, and the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.
He smiled and patted Garlan's only exposed head, then turned around and opened the door.
As soon as he opened it, he saw that His Majesty the Emperor, who was standing outside the door, just held up the hand that was about to knock on the door.
The eyes of the two met.
In an instant, as if an invisible blade collided heavily in the air, sparks flew everywhere.
Knowing early in the morning that Gallan took Heimos to the spaceship last night, His Majesty the Emperor was in a very bad mood early in the morning.
It was obviously the spaceship he gave to his little brother, but it was the first time that Garlan took people to see the stars, the moon, the night sky and the earth, not with him, but with this wolf cub!
Brother Wang said that his heart hurts.
Camos angrily turned his eyes over the shoulders of Heimos who was standing in front of him, and cast his eyes into the room.
His little brother wrapped himself in a blanket on the bed, quiet and motionless, looking sound asleep.
Well, that nest is so cute looking like a ball.
Camos thought so, retracted his gaze, and lowered his voice.
"Let him sleep more."
He said, "You, come here and exercise with me after dinner."
Seeing Garlan sleeping and facing Heimos alone, His Majesty the Emperor didn't bother to pretend, and made no secret of his intention to come to trouble someone.
Little brother Wang, who was completely unaware that his words had been pretended to be asleep, could hear clearly.
Heimos didn't say anything, just glanced back at the group on the bed, then closed the door and left.
The door slammed shut, awakening Little Nega, who was sleeping soundly.
It opened its eyes sleepily, shook its little head, and jumped from the cushion to the ground with a thud.
He probably hadn't woken up completely when his short legs went weak and tripped himself. The whole lion rolled on the ground, and then sat down on the ground.
The little milk lion sat on the ground dumbly for a while, shook his head vigorously, and then woke up.
It got up immediately and ran to the bed with its short legs.
Running to the edge of the bed, the little paw grabbed the sheet and climbed onto the bed twice, three times, and wagging its tail, eagerly trying to lick up Garlan, who it thought was still asleep.
As a result, he approached Garlan and saw that Garlan's eyes were open.
It's just that his originally white face was dyed red, and even the tips of his ears were crimson.
"Ow~?"
Nega squatted on the bed, tilted her head, looked at Gallan's blushing face, and let out a suspicious whimper.
Garlan, who was still in a panic, only felt that his face was so hot that he shrank into a ball. He wanted to bury himself in a hole in the ground.
Seeing Gallan lying motionless on the bed, Nega thought for a while, leaned over, and licked Gallan's cheek with her pink tongue.
"Ow?"
are you sick
Little Nega looked at Gallan worriedly and whimpered.
After being licked a few times, Garlan, whose mood finally calmed down a little, looked up at the little lion and couldn't help laughing.
He let out a long breath, sat up, picked up the little lion, and rubbed it hard in his arms.
Then, he lowered his head again and rubbed the fluffy little head with his hot cheeks.
"Ow~~~"
…
After lunch.
"What about Your Majesty?"
"In the training ground, Your Excellency Chief Priest."
"Didn't you go there once in the morning? Why go again at noon?"
Tapti asked in confusion.
A certain young man who continued to be taught by the head priestess looked at his nose and nose, and said that it had nothing to do with me.
…
After dinner.
"Your Majesty went to the martial arts field again? With that one?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"...Isn't he annoying three times a day?"
"It's probably rare to meet an equal opponent, so it's a joy to see the hunter."
The boy who was the culprit said without changing his face and heartbeat.
Then, turn your head away.
…
However, Tapti, you said 2,000 years ago that with the character of your brother, I am afraid you will beat people three times a day.
This sentence is really true.
Uh, although I may not be able to beat it now, it's just...