What does kissing feel like
Cyril was completely overwhelmed on the sofa, feeling the wet and hot touch on his lips.
Feeling the fabric between the two of them, Mr. Scott's tense muscles exuded a scorching heat, as if to iron him.
The other party held his lips possessively and kissed him hurriedly.
Cyril was forced to open his mouth, allowing the man to suck the sweet body fluid in his mouth, the sly tongue licking restlessly, rolling away the sticky silver thread.
The pounding heartbeat exploded in his ears.
A tiny electric current rushes all over the body in an instant.
The scorching breath was like a raging heat wave.
Cyril's lower back trembled uncontrollably.
He subconsciously closed his eyes.
It's a pity that he doesn't know how tempting it is to be bullied at this moment.
If Cyril opened his eyes, he would be able to see Brian's deep gaze that looked like a ferocious beast.
It's like a beast encircling the beloved prey that he finally took in his arms, but has not yet had the time to swallow it, he can only use licking, kissing and biting fiercely to release the vigorous desire in his heart.
The handsome man's subdued breath was like the flames of a prairie prairie, burning Cyril's white earlobe to a crimson.
The blush was still spreading everywhere, and his fair cheeks were gradually dyed with the crimson of delicate rose petals.
After Cyril's vision was closed, the touch from his lips was infinitely magnified.
The pace of time seems to be slowed down by something, so slow that every detail is particularly distinct.
Lips and teeth are attached to each other, lingering sadly.
Cyril involuntarily let out a small whimper.
However, before the voice came out, it was swallowed by Brian, gentle and strong.
Even the ending sound has changed, like a helpless begging for mercy that can't be endured when you are in love.
Cyril opened his eyes suddenly.
His eyes were moist, like morning dew rolling on rose petals.
As soon as Cyril opened his eyes, he looked into Brian's dark eyes.
The eyes that are as rich as the dark night are wrapped with golden butterflies, showing the irresistible scorching heat and straightforward and bright love.
Brian slightly loosened the hands that were placed on Cyril's head.
His slender fingers interspersed between Cyril's fingers and became interlocked.
Cyril felt that some emotion had turned into a stream of heat, which slowly and enthusiastically filled his limbs, and finally filled him overwhelmingly.
After a while, his rosy lips were finally let go, and the delicate lips trembled slightly, and it seemed that he knew that he had been severely ravaged.
Just as he was about to take a breath, he felt the soft flesh on the side of his neck being grabbed by someone, and countless dense kisses fell immediately.
Feeling the scorching aura continuing to slide down, Cyril instantly became nervous.
"… "
An owl appeared silently in the room.
It couldn't help but fall into contemplation when it looked at the scene in front of it, and felt that the wheel was pressed directly from its face.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The owl opened its mouth, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering coughing sound in the room.
It was as if a frail old man was nearly fainting from coughing.
Only then did Cyril remember that there was another person in the room who didn't know if it was the owner of the cabin.
He opened his eyes suddenly and pushed Mr. Scott away.
Feeling the distance of the warm body in his arms, Brian paused for a moment, and then a flash of gloom and violence flashed in his eyes for a moment.
When Cyril sat up, he saw an owl with iridescent feathers squatting on the round table in front of the sofa.
The color of this feather is obviously too colorful for an owl, and it is very eye-catching.
At this moment, this owl's round black eyes stared straight at Cyril and the two.
For some reason, Cyril felt that he saw the silent condemnation of "the world is getting worse" in the eyes of this owl.
He bowed his head in shame.
Brian looked directly at the owl indifferently, even a little condescending due to his location.
"What advice does the senior have?"
He spoke lightly, in a calm tone, slightly impatient, but not offensive.
"Young people today!"
Owl criticized bitterly.
Cyril looked at the owl nervously.
He estimated that the owl represented the will of the owner of the cabin.
At this time, Cyril's sitting posture was exceptionally well-behaved, with his hands on his knees, posing as if he was listening carefully to the teachings.
"Humph! I think Brewster and I were much closer than you at the time!"
The owl raised its head.
Cyril: "...?"
However, the name seems a little familiar
Where did he seem to have seen it
Brian grabbed Cyril's shoulders, and his arms naturally slid down to his waist.
He glanced at the owl and said lazily, "Then where is this Brewster senior?"
The owl choked.
Sure enough, such a lunatic who will use his own body to do alchemy experiments is unreasonable, and he will poke at the sore spot!
Thinking of Brewster, its expression couldn't help but drop.
"We just had a fight and Brewster went out to relax... I planted him such a huge herb garden that he likes and he'll be back soon..."
The owl murmured, as if comforting himself.
Hearing its somewhat lost voice, Cyril couldn't help but change the subject: "Excuse me, who are you?"
After the unexpected kiss just now, Cyril now has countless complicated thoughts circling in his mind, and various emotions are constantly mixed and collided.
But facing this ancient wizard, he had to suppress his various thoughts first.
While Cyril tried to quietly remove Mr. Scott's hand around his waist, the other party was like a solid copper wall and couldn't break free.
He had to endure the scorching temperature on his waist, and explained: "We are wizard apprentices who participated in this grading trial, and I am very sorry for breaking into this place..."
Seeing the owl's puzzled look, Cyril explained how they got here in as concise a language as possible.
"... It turns out that three hundred years have passed."
The owl was silent for a moment and said slowly.
"I'm Tours Auger, and this is my and Brewster's home."
The owl paused and continued: "... Brewster and I quarreled back then, and I kept waiting for him to come back until my body couldn't bear it any longer, so I could only put a ray of my will on my carefully crafted owl."
"This owl is usually asleep and only wakes me up when someone enters the house."
Tours Auger's voice was a little low, and he repeated it again: "...It turns out that three hundred years have passed."
Cyril was stunned, and he saw tears glittering in the owl's eyes.
For a moment, there was a subtle emotion in his heart.
This ancient wizard senior has been waiting for someone who will not go home for so many years...
It's awe-inspiring.
Tours Auger was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision.
It looked at Cyril and said slowly: "I know, the inheritance of the Wizarding Continent. Since you have found my... Ruins... I will give you some benefits, but you also need to help me complete one thing. Row."
The owl glanced at Brian and snorted coldly.
"Especially you! Do you know how bad your body is now?"
Cyril turned his head sharply to look at Mr. Scott beside him.
Mr. Scott is in bad shape?
He didn't see it at all.
Cyril couldn't help but pursed his lips, feeling an inexplicable guilt and worry in his heart.
In retrospect, Mr. Scott has been very kind to him.
Take him to the wizarding continent, take care of his preferences, patiently teach him undead magic, and even risked danger to capture abyss creatures, just to remove the abyss pollution on him.
Obviously the other party can completely ignore their own...
Cyril wanted to open his mouth to say something, but it felt like a sponge was rising in his throat.
He didn't know that the other party had been enduring physical pain all the time. There might have been clues before, but he ignored it...
Maybe Tours Auger will say something else, which involves Mr. Scott's secret, and Cyril doesn't know if he should avoid it.
However, as soon as he thought of getting up and leaving, the arms around his waist tightened.
Brian's profile was still astonishingly cold and handsome.
He frowned and said nothing, the emotions in his eyes were dark and unclear, and his aura was suddenly terrifying.
Cyril hesitated for a moment, then quietly hooked the other's hand on his waist.
Gently and comfortingly touched, like the breeze blowing a cute little rose, the soft petals lightly touched the leaves beside.
Brian raised his eyebrows, turned his head nonchalantly, and looked at Cyril.
The coldness in his eyes seemed to be slowly melted away by something.
"Fortunately you met me!"
The owl thought it was the other party's soft service, and said with a little pride.
"Although it's a little troublesome, I can still fix it."
"Then trouble you."
Brian showed a reserved and polite smile, extremely hypocritical.
His tone was slow, with an old aria.
The owl glared at Brian, then simply stared at Cyril and said, "I need you to help me find the news of Brewster, where did he... leave me and go."
"Otherwise your partner will be in danger. He is now an unstable danger."
The owl threatened meaningfully.
Cyril originally wanted to refute the word "partner" mentioned by the other party, but felt that it was unnecessary to argue with an ancient wizard who only had a wisp of will.
He rubbed his nose quietly, disguisedly.
"We need more information about you and Brewster."
Cyril thought for a while and said seriously.
"Come here, I'll take you to the study."
After the owl finished speaking, it fluttered its wings and flew, and the colorful feathers were particularly attractive.
They followed the owl's guidance to the second floor, pushed open a tall wooden door, and walked into a spacious study.
There were a lot of parchment and books scattered on the table, and the parchment was densely covered with something.
Cyril glanced casually and was suddenly stunned.