He wears a slim suit and looks like a teenager, but his muscle content is not low.
The accountant simply sat down facing Hunter, and the two didn't say a word, waiting for Mr. Narita's people to come back to help them.
After a few minutes, footsteps were heard in the corridor.
The wooden door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in.
"Hunter."
With a soft sound, Hunter, who had already thought of going to another world, turned his face away. He squinted, raised his head, and followed the other party with scattered eyes until the other party walked in front of him and knelt down on one knee.
Hunter stretched out his finger, poked the other person's cheek, and laughed silly: "Bunny girl... how are you here? How are you here? Are you my bunny girl? Why does it seem like... yes... Wins what about ton?"
"You're drunk." Winston stretched out his hand to support Hunter's slanted face and supported him. Hunter smiled wickedly and simply put all his weight on the opponent's palm.
His forehead hair drooped down, half covering his eyes, so bright, but his eyes were blurry.
He seemed to see the man's beautiful Adam's apple move, so he stretched out his hand and touched the other's neck restlessly, as if to confirm something.
The man raised his chin, as if pulling his neck, letting Hunter's fingers act recklessly.
"Winston... why is he here?"
Obviously his head was completely unable to think, but what Hunter said was unexpectedly smooth.
"Didn't you text me back and ask me to sleep with you?"
Winston's hand rested on Hunter's cheek, his thumb caressing the gap between his lips.
"Well..." Hunter closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking seriously. After more than ten seconds, he just asked with a smirk, "Do I have it?"
"You have," Winston replied.
"Hey...hehe..." Hunter laughed, the tip of his tongue slid out along the gap between his lips, and the moment Winston's fingertips were about to leave the corner of his lips, the soft tip of the tongue rubbed against the pulp of his finger.
At that moment, the eyes of the man opposite him completely dimmed.
Hunter shrugged his shoulders and smiled even more triumphantly, his lips saying: Come on, baby.
"I'm not a bunny girl." Winston's voice was hoarse.
Hunter shook, reached out and tugged at Winston's ear: "Look... the bunny ears are here... "
At this time, Mr. Narita's two assistants came back and were stunned the moment they saw Winston.
"Just send Mr. Vince back."
After speaking, Winston picked up Hunter who was sitting where he was, holding his leg with one hand and clasping his back with the other, like a doting father carrying his son to the park.
Vince, who was sitting stupidly, pointed in the direction Winston had left, and stuttered: "That...that's a monster...I can't help him...how did he pick up Hunter all of a sudden...Quickly put him on his back... Chase back!"
The two assistants couldn't understand what the inarticulate Vince was talking about.
Winston stretched his long legs, and Hunter, who was sitting almost on his right arm, seemed weightless.
Hunter's neck swayed with Winston's stride, and he looked down at the man's forehead and the bridge of his nose in confusion.
"I was just... at the bunny party... Marcus... Donald... Luke and Maddie... partying..." Hunter put his arms around Winston's neck, resting his chin lightly on the top of his head.
Winston had come to the sports car, and instead of putting Hunter in the sports car, he looked up at him.
"If it wasn't for hallucinations, you wouldn't have seduced me just now, would you?" Winston asked, looking him in the eyes.
Hunter narrowed his eyes again and said in a very serious tone: "Wrong! It's not seduction... it's... revenge!"
"Vengeance on me for what?" Winston asked softly.
"Who are you?" Hunter asked, squinting. "It seems like... Winston..."
He began to fumble over Winston's head again, looking for something.
"I'm Winston. I don't have bunny ears."
"Oh, you're Winston! Then I...then I'll take revenge for what you said to me...for what you did...you messed up my brain!"
"for example?"
"Like...like..." Hunter recalled hard, but couldn't really remember.
Because his brain can't think.
"If you can't remember, forget it. But you'd better get revenge on me hundreds of times before."
Winston still held him, holding him high, his arms did not tremble at all, his eyes as if Hunter was a distant but coveted ideal.
"Then will you hate me?" Hunter asked, tilting his head.
The hair on his forehead fell again, as if to be overwhelmed by the city lights.
"No." Winston's voice was still so soft, as if tempting him to do something secret but very sinful.
Suddenly, Hunter bowed his head, his lips touching Winston's forehead.
He could feel the embrace of the man supporting him suddenly stiffen.
He made him nervous.
This sense of accomplishment made Hunter even bolder.
He smiled and kissed Winston's eyes, wickedly sticking out the tip of his tongue to tease the other's eyelashes, Winston's breathing was suppressed, and he raised his face, as if to give himself completely to this arrogant young man people.
"What do you like most about me?" Winston asked softly.
"Eyes." Hunter smirked and continued to kiss his eyes.
"why do you like it?"
"Because...like a burning blue...blue...glaciers..." Hunter's head shook.
"That's not what you said to Nicky. Which description is true? Which description is false?" Winston asked again.
"Nicky... Who is Nicky?" Hunter asked rhetorically.
"You're really going to please me. Knowing that I don't like you remembering other men, so you pretended to be emptying your head?"
"Uh-huh… "
The excitement after drinking seemed to be about to pass, and Hunter slumped his head and was about to lean back.
Winston, however, held Hunter up, trying to make him come back to his senses briefly.
"Um..." Hunter opened his eyes impatiently and looked at each other.
"Kiss me, Hunter. Kiss me and I'll believe everything you say is true. I'll put you to sleep."
Hunter frowned and rubbed his cheek against Winston for a long time, but he didn't know where to kiss. Winston suddenly turned his face and wrapped his lips with a kiss, pressing the tip of his tongue into his mouth irresistibly. Sucking uncontrollably.
The huge force made Hunter's head tilt back, and Winston put him on the front hood of the Ferrari and clasped his head, like a dry and dying traveler who finally found a source of water, Hunter All the moistness between the lips and tongue was plundered by the other party.
The domineering breath made Hunter subconsciously push back the man.
As if angering the other party, the kiss became more aggressive, like a prelude to a brutal war. The intensity of the stirring made Hunter unable to resist, and his mind became fragile.
The other party withdrew from his lips, pinched his neck, and kissed his chin, as if to eat him.
There was a voice not far away, and someone came to pick up the car nearby.
Winston stepped back and exhaled.
Hunter finally got his wish, closed his eyes, fell forward, resting his forehead on Winston's chest, and let out a slow breathing sound.
Winston thumped his hands beside him, as if he could not help destroying the fool who trusted him to sleep peacefully with just one movement.
It wasn't until Hunter slid down Winston, who was about to fall off the front hood, that Winston reached out to support him.
He picked him up, put him in the co-pilot's seat, and fastened his seat belt.
He tilted his head and closed his eyes, without defense, as if anyone could easily possess him.
Winston kissed him again, licked the crevice of his lips, kissed the corners of his lips, and finally couldn't hold back his tongue and stuck his tongue in again to wreak havoc.
Hunter hummed softly.
Winston pressed against his forehead and asked in a voice that seemed to be squeezed between his teeth, "Can I have you?"
Hunter tilted his head and found a more comfortable angle to sleep.
Winston pulled the corners of his lips, lowered his head and chuckled softly.
The black Ferrari ambles in the night wind.
Tokyo at night is dressed up like day with neon lights and LED advertising screens of various colors.
The car stopped at the intersection, Winston turned his face sideways, his fingers lightly stroked Henry's hair, and then uncontrollably put his hand under his head and held him up, even if there were more than ten seconds left. kissed him hard.
Near midnight, Winston finally drove to the hotel where Hunter was staying.
He took Hunter out and walked into the elevator under the surprised eyes of the hotel receptionist.
At the door of the room, Winston found his room card and put him on the bed.
He took off his shoes and socks for him, Hunter's face almost completely buried in the pillow, one hand pulling up the hem of his shirt, writhing uncomfortably as the suit bound him.
Winston put one hand on Hunter's pillow, leaned down, and kissed him from his forehead to his ear: "Want me to take off your suit and shirt for you?"
"Um… "
"Can I have you?"
"Um..." Hunter tilted his head, revealing his beautiful neck.
Winston picked him up, took off his suit, and tossed it aside.
Hunter's eyes opened a slit, and he faintly saw Winston's fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
Then he laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Winston asked.
“… your… fingers are so pretty…”
He squinted his eyes and continued to laugh, but Winston reached out to cover his eyes, and the fiery kiss attacked again, pressing Hunter almost unable to breathe. He struggled, pushing his chest to the side, but wherever he leaned, Winston's aggressive kiss followed him.
His knees curled up, and he kicked up hard.
Winston's palm pushed his leg down hard.
Hunter firmly supported his upper body and kept stepping back.
And Winston's arm was supported by his side, constantly moving forward, pressing step by step.
Until Hunter's back was on the head of the bed, he had to straighten his back, and Winston's kiss had force from the bottom up, forcing Hunter to lift his chin.
His fingers clasped Hunter's hand and slowly tightened to hold Hunter firmly.
The original madness and dryness gradually slowed down because of Hunter's dodging. Winston's tongue gently hooked the other side, restraining the desire to oppress the other side, comforting and guiding.
Hunter, who was trying to push his tongue out, gradually gave up his resistance, and the life-and-death battle finally became entangled.
"Um..." Hunter's throat made a soft, comfortable voice.
Winston licked and kissed the flanks of his tongue as best he could, as if comforting a child who had been wronged, until the Hunter Scholar caught him.
Winston's shoulders stiffened, he closed his eyes, his throat twitched, the pleasant feeling that he was in Hunter's hands.
He stepped back, but Hunter stretched his neck towards him with his eyes closed, sucking and kissing.
At that moment, Winston shoved him away, put his hands on his shoulders, suppressed his irritable breathing, and asked, "Do you know who I am, Hunter?"
"..." Hunter looked at him stupidly, smiled, and wanted to kiss him again.
"I'm not a bunny girl. If you can't tell who I am, I won't let you kiss me again."
The other party's voice was like a dizzying red wine, slightly cool but with a fatal temptation.
"... Lilith... You are my Lilith... " Hunter showed a sudden realization.
"I'm not your Lilith," said Winston.
Hunter suddenly became anxious, he stepped forward abruptly, clasped Winston's hands, and slammed it down on the mattress.
Winston's wrist moved, but Hunter showed an annoyed expression, like a child grabbing a toy, pressing Winston's wrist harder.
"You are! You are Lilith! I remember... I remember... your kiss... that's how... that's how you kissed me..."
"I'm not Lilith..."
Before Winston's words could fall, Hunter suddenly lowered his body and bit Winston's lower lip forcefully.
"Um..." Winston tried to break free of Hunter, but Hunter licked the tip of his tongue over the place where he bit him.
Winston's shoulders froze, and he let Hunter press himself, let him squeeze the tip of his tongue between his teeth willfully, as if to find something between Winston's lips and teeth, but because he couldn't find it, he couldn't find it. Kissing Winston's cheek, his chin, everything went haywire.
Hunter bit Winston's neck and sucked hard, as if he could drink Winston's blood through his skin.
Winston jerked off Hunter's shackles and lifted his head vigorously.
"Look, I'm Vann Winston."
Hunter stared blankly ahead, his breath still smelling of sake.
"… If it's Winston... Winston is not kissable... Winston... I hate you, hate... You are more attractive to women than you, hate... Hate compared to you I'm a childish child! Hate you more than I'm more sexy and mature... I hate your temperament, hate everything about you!"
Hunter's voice was full of grievances and unwillingness.
Winston supported Hunter's shoulders and looked at him for a long time. After a long time, he said, "I'm sorry, Hunter... don't be mad at me. You will get better and better, and there will be more and more People appreciate you, like you... It's just me... It's just that I can't stand other people occupying your mind... It's that I can't stand you liking others. I'm not as good as you think... But don't hate me. Don't torture me with your hate I."
"Even if I get better, I still can't catch up with you! I can never be confident walking with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you!" Hunter shouted in a very capricious voice.
Winston's hand on Hunter's shoulder trembled slightly.
"I want to break up with you!"
Hunter shouted like an oath.
Winston's hand suddenly couldn't hold him, Hunter fell and fell on Winston's body.
Winston closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Hunter suddenly stretched out his arm, hugged Winston hard, and put his head on his cheek.
"…but you can't leave me."
"You said you were going to break up with me," Winston said.
"Yes. But you can't leave me!" Hunter's voice was arrogant.
"You're breaking up with me... why can't I leave you?" Winston asked.
"Yes... I want to break up with you... but you can't leave me... "
"...You are so bad."
Winston's voice was soft against Hunter's cheek.
"I want to break up with you..."
"I know, you want to break up with me, but I still can't leave you."
"Yeah..." Hunter muttered.
"You are so bad, I will take revenge."
"Um… "
He fell back.
Winston turned his face away, as if he didn't want to see the guy lying on the pillow.
The next second, he pulled him towards him, Hunter's chin was thrown back, unconsciously, and slammed into Winston's arms.
At noon the next day, Hunter rolled over, smashing his mouth, and then fell weightlessly, lying on the ground, his jaw hurting to tears.
He sat up stupidly, his head was still buzzing, and when he touched the ground casually, he saw his suit jacket and shirt that was unbuttoned and twisted like a rag.
His last impression is still eating Japanese food and drinking sake in "Tiger White".
"Ah... Sake is horrible..." Hunter looked around, saw his suitcase, and determined that he must have been sent back to his hotel room after being drunk.
Hunter's brain was still stuffy, but there was a tingling feeling in his lips and tongue.
"Sake is really scary." A cool voice came from the head of the bed.
Hunter looked up, completely dumbfounded.
Because Winston was sitting on the head of the bed, looking at himself.
"...you...why are you here?" Hunter got up, only to find that he was wearing his favorite pajamas.
"Who texted me yesterday to sleep with him?" Winston frowned.
"Ah..." Hunter half-opened his mouth, "you're kidding me, I'll drive back..."
"Who was drunk and kissed me because they wanted to get revenge on me?"
Winston straightened up and looked at Hunter, who was completely dumbfounded.
In an instant, certain impressions poured into Hunter's mind intermittently.
He seemed to have the impression of someone he kissed.
There seemed to be a voice in his mind that said to him: Take revenge on this man! Let him be as helpless as himself! It's best to let him think about some outrageous things like himself!
"Who was chasing after me while I changed his clothes?"
"Impossible! I don't remember this at all!" Hunter exclaimed.
"The first two are true." Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, "So you really want to get revenge on me."
God... what did he do to Winston
This guy will kill him!
"I'm sorry... It's a courtesy... Who asked you to press me on your lap yesterday? Do you know how close my nose is to your... close? You hurt my self-esteem by doing that!"
Now we must hurry up!
As long as the reason is barely valid, Winston will smile and forgive him!
"Then did I put it in your mouth?"
Hunter did not expect Winston's rhetorical question to be even colder.
Swallowing a mouthful of water, Hunter whispered, "No... no... "
"Then what are you revenge on me for?" Winston asked rhetorically.
Hunter was speechless for a moment. Obviously this guy in front of him has a lot of bad deeds, only he knows it. Speaking out, this guy will definitely say that his thoughts are dirty, and it is obviously just a joke between men.
There are still text messages from this guy in the phone. On such a large scale, he is too embarrassed to ask him what revenge
"I'm sorry..." Hunter wanted to say, "It's a big deal what I did to you, you can do it back", but instead he thought of those things that could not be done back, and immediately shut up.
Winston got out of bed, grabbed his coat and put it on, then walked towards Hunter.
Hunter was oppressed by the other party's momentum and his heart beat faster. He clearly wanted to look away, but he had to look at the other party.
"If you can't make the top five in this race, I'll put it in your mouth."
The corners of Winston's lips lifted slowly, like a sharp blade, which plunged into Hunter's heart in the most tender way, making him feel the tortured feeling every second but he couldn't avoid it.
"What... what?"
The cells in Hunter's body trembled.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: Hunter is cuter when he's drunk.
Hunter: I will never drink sake again.
Winston: I'll only treat you to sake from now on.