Hunter suddenly sounded the alarm.
"What do you think?" Winston lowered his head, rubbed the tip of his nose against Hunter's cheek and kissed the side of his neck.
Blood gushed from the tip of his tongue.
Hunter tried to twist Winston with the other hand, and his abdomen was lifted hard, trying to bounce the man who was pressing on him, but Winston's knee directly pushed up his other leg, which made Henry Te completely lost the fulcrum of borrowing.
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!" Hunter yelled angrily, his heart was full of unwillingness.
The hand that was clasped by Winston was also firmly pressed against the pillow. He was obviously strong, but in front of Winston he was as ridiculous as a child.
Winston looked at him with a chuckle, but Hunter saw the simmering desire in those eyes that was about to die.
He lowered his head and licked between Hunter's pursed lips.
The ends of his hair brushed Hunter's cheeks, tickling.
"Still playing?" Winston asked.
"Stop playing..." Hunter said uselessly.
When I'm done practicing, you won't be able to turn over!
"Then do you want to be interesting or boring?" Winston's chin rubbed the tip of Hunter's nose.
"It's boring! You don't have to live so rich at night! There will be free practice games in a few days!" Hunter shouted.
"Really? The free practice is still three days away. If I do something interesting tonight that requires a lot of effort, you must have recovered from the free practice, right?"
Winston's voice was hoarse, Hunter felt the other party's body temperature rise significantly, and his other leg kicked hard.
"I'm sleepy! You go down—I'm going to bed!"
Hunter struggled so hard that his T-shirt had been pulled over it, almost against Winston's body.
"Do you want to die if you move again?" Winston suddenly lowered his head and pressed Hunter tightly.
Hunter froze, he didn't even dare to move, his heart beat like rolling thunder.
"Help me get it out." Winston's voice was suppressed, but Hunter didn't even dare to move.
Another two seconds passed. Hunter froze his neck and turned his face to the side. He found that the blue veins on Winston's forehead burst out, and the fingers that clasped Hunter almost crushed his wrist.
"Hunter..."
This time, his name was pronounced differently than before, with an unbearable plea.
"You... you let me go... I'll help you... "
Winston opened his fingers stiffly. When Hunter touched him, Winston held Hunter's lips. This time the kiss was not so gentle, and Hunter could only bear it with his face up.
"… faster."
"I'm already very fast! Otherwise you will come..."
Winston's kiss was pressed down again, and Hunter couldn't say a word, he could only blushed and wanted this matter to go over quickly.
Half an hour later, Hunter carried Winston on his back, looking unhappy.
"I think I still sleep by myself. If you're worried, I'll go to sleep with Dr. Shen." Hunter said dully.
"I'm sorry to get on you." Winston took a tissue and handed it to Hunter.
It didn't get on me at all, did it!
Hunter looked at his hands under the quilt. He had been holding the steering wheel of Formula 1 for more than two hours without the feeling of being unable to hold and burning.
And Hunter is sure that he really can't let Winston beat himself, otherwise he will not die on the track, but will die in an even more shameful place.
Hunter viciously took the tissue, wiped it on his stomach, and threw it on Winston's body without looking back.
Winston picked up the crumpled tissue, tossed it aside, hugged Hunter, and said behind his back, "Are you angry?"
"No."
"Then you are afraid?"
"No!"
Don't be afraid of ghosts! Can I admit it
"Then I will help you."
"I don't want it! Ah! Take your hand away!"
"Don't move around, what if it breaks?"
"Let go... um..."
"You like it that way."
"Shut up..."
"You like me talking in your ear."
"… Well… "
Hunter curled up and was tightly held in his arms by the other party.
"... Got the quilt! You bastard!"
"How did you come out so fast?" Winston's voice was laughing, deep and sexy.
"Because I'm a normal person!" Hunter angrily elbowed the other side backwards.
"If you mess around again, we can reach each other until dawn."
Hunter froze there, motionless.
The next morning, Hunter got out of bed and was about to run, but Winston pulled him back.
"where are you going?"
"Get Dr. Shen for breakfast!"
"and then?"
"Have a technical meeting! Don't worry, I won't be alone!" After speaking, he brushed his teeth and washed his face in a hurry, and ran out of the room.
Winston sat on the head of the bed, pressed his forehead hard, and exhaled.
"… When can I actually touch you?"
After Hunter and Shen Chuan had breakfast, there was no technical meeting. Instead of going back to Winston's room, he went to find another person.
When Owen opened the door and saw Hunter, he was surprised: "Eh? Why are you the only one? What about the Winstons?"
Hunter squeezed in directly, sat on the sofa, and said with a thoughtful look: "I thought about it carefully and summarized it."
"what?"
"Teach me how to overpower Winston!"
Owen, who was taking a sip of mineral water, spit it out violently, then lowered his head and coughed desperately.
"Hey… "
Owen shook his hand and looked at him with a frown: "That's what you thought about and concluded?"
"Why not..." Hunter tilted his head, "or you can't?"
"It's not that I can't do it, it's that you can't." Owen smiled deeply.
"I can not?"
Hunt turned his face to the side and smiled.
Owen sat down on the edge of the bed. "You're very charming, Hunter. But... you're just a little bit overwhelmed."
In the next second, Owen only felt a shadow approaching in front of him. Even if his reaction was so sharp that he was about to rush into the buffer zone in a high-speed corner, he could turn around calmly. When he was so dizzy, he opened his eyes and found that Hunter sat on his waist at some point, and his hands were tightly clasped to his ears.
His heart sank suddenly, and his body trembled, because at this time he had the illusion that he had become the opponent's prey.
"What about now?" Hunter asked coldly, turning his face sideways.
Owen swallowed and looked at Hunter. He had the illusion that he was killed by the opponent in the corner.
"Great."
Owen pulled the corner of his lips, and suddenly he was about to raise his knee to push Hunter's lower abdomen, but Hunter freed up his other hand to accurately press Owen's knee back. At that moment, Irving used his hand to overturn the dominant Hunter.
"Touch—" Hunter, who fell under the bed, cursed and stood up.
Owen slowly unscrewed the cap of the mineral water and took another sip.
"Why do I think the way you pressed me just now was mostly used by Winston on you?"
Hunter stayed silent there.
"Actually, what if you overwhelmed him? Overwhelming him doesn't mean you can subdue him. It's like you did to me just now. You succeeded in overpowering me, but I was soon tossed it off!"
"Then teach me the technique of overturning! Anyway, I don't want to be crushed!" Hunter thought for a while, then added, "I don't want to be subdued by him!"
"It's more difficult than teaching you this fool to make Winston burst his veins..." Owen sighed, thinking for a few seconds, "Eh... Think about it, it's quite interesting! Although the result may not change, at least Will it drain Vann Winston's stamina?"
"what?"
"Come on! Let's study, how does that guy press you every time you can't turn over?" Owen beckoned to Hunter.
"You were so pressed that you couldn't turn over!"
"Hey... Hunter, Hunter, we have to face up to our failures in order to succeed."
Owen threw the mineral water bottle away and fell directly on the bed.
"what are you doing?"
"Imitate it, now I'm you and you're Winston."
Hunter got excited immediately, imitating what Winston did last night, clasping Owen's wrist with both hands, and pushing the opponent's right leg up with the knee of his left leg.
"Hey! You really failed twice! The first time was how could you give him a chance to push up your legs? When you feel his legs move, you should immediately turn your waist to your side and let your legs move. How can you give him the opportunity to suppress the most aggressive part of your body when you receive the same side?"
"Where is my second failure?" Hunter asked curiously.
"He's holding you down like this, and you can think of what to do next with your toes."
"What does your toe think he's going to do?"
"Of course I lowered my head and forced a kiss on you!" Owen sighed helplessly, "At this time, most of you, an idiot, only know how to smack your mouth and tilt your head!"
"Then what should I do?"
"At this time, your most offensive power is your head!"
It was too late to speak, and Owen suddenly raised his head and hit Hunter's nose bone, and Hunter immediately raised his head to dodge.
"It's because you're not close enough. If you're close enough, I'll keep your blood splattered on the spot!"
Hunter looked at Owen with his mouth half open.
"Don't worship me too much." Owen raised his chin, "Can't get up yet? Do you really want me to break the bridge of your nose?"
Hunter got up immediately.
At this time, he really felt a sincere admiration for Owen.
"And what about the first time you were scared and ran away? How did Winston stop you?" Owen asked coolly.
"I don't remember... I was lying on the bed directly, that guy grabbed my waist... Damn, he's so strong, it's useless for me to climb forward!"
Suddenly, Owen's slap landed on Hunter's head.
"You're stupid! You're stupid! You still have your back to Vann Winston? Don't you know where he's going to get in?"
"I didn't know I got in from there before!" Hunter shouted aggrievedly.
Owen wiped his face: "I don't know, or didn't expect it?"
"To be precise... I didn't expect..."
"Then remember in the future, don't face him with your back. If you do that, you will hardly survive. Just call an ambulance for you!"
"But I ran away that day!" Hunter said.
"Then you think you can run away a second time?" Owen smiled coldly.
Hunter's heart suddenly felt as if he had fallen from Hawaii to the South Pole, and he was completely cold.
"If you accidentally happen a second time..." Owen turned around and hooked his fingers at Hunter. Hunter understood and clasped Owen's waist.
"Remember, don't kick straight back, as Winston's reaction will easily grab your ankle and pull you directly onto the bed."
Hunter nodded vigorously.
Owen is amazing!
Even this was expected!
"You're going to pretend to be sideways, and then kick his waist hard from the side!"
Owen suddenly fell, and Hunter supported his waist, but Owen immediately used the strength of his side to pull his legs and kick Hunter's waist, so that Hunter let go of his waist to block his legs, but he did not expect Owen just pretended and fled when Hunter let go.
"Do you understand?" Owen raised his chin on his hips.
"understood!"
"I hope you have a chance to use it." Owen showed an unsure expression to Hunter.
So they spent almost an hour practicing until Hunter's phone rang and it was Winston's name flashing.
"Ah, he really can't see you for a moment."
Hunter made a quiet gesture and answered the phone: "Hello, Winston?"
"Where are you?"
A low voice sounded.
This made Hunter wonder if the exercises he had just done were useful.
"I bought two Snickers and I'll go back right away!" Hunter knew very well that Winston would call, and he must have found out that he was not with Shen Chuan.
"Um."
After a few casual words, Hunter hung up the phone, swaggered open Owen's mini refrigerator, took out the two Snickers inside, and shook it.
Owen smiled helplessly: "Go away!"
Hunter opened the door and went back to Winston's room.
"Huh? Is your tech meeting over?" Hunter asked.
"Well." Winston frowned slightly, "Didn't I tell you not to be alone during this time?"
"I'm staying where there are people. And that guy may not be in Singapore!"
Hunter smiled and sat down on the sofa.
He felt Winston's face turn to the side, leaning toward him, and kissing him quickly.
The kiss was very forceful, and the tip of the tongue was imposing, making Hunter subconsciously withdraw from the side while being kissed.
When he nearly fell off the edge of the sofa, Winston grabbed his lower back and kissed harder.
When Hunter was almost out of breath, Winston let him go.
"You worry me."
That sigh softened Hunter's heart.
"Sorry, I'll be careful."
"Well." Winston closed his eyes and touched Penhunt's forehead lightly with the tip of his nose, "Don't you always say it's boring to be with me?"
Hunter's heart made a slight "bang" sound, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he remembered the so-called "interesting" thing last night.
On the one hand, he felt that Winston's conduct was higher than his own, and on the other hand, he felt that he should try it out. After practicing with Owen for so long, was it any use
"What do you want to do tonight?" Hunter asked.
"Play games with you. What do you want to do otherwise?" Winston asked rhetorically.
Hunter exhaled in his heart.
"Good! Good! Play the game!"
This is safe! It doesn't hurt anywhere!
So the two of them sat back on the bed, holding their mobile phones and starting the battle of "bombing the end of the world". Winston always wins at first, which makes Hunter wonder if this guy is trying his best to practice mobile games when he doesn't know it
Gradually, Hunter played more and more smoothly, and there was such a formidable opponent as Winston, which simply forced Hunter to improve. After a dozen rounds, Hunter unexpectedly defeated Winston.
It felt like he had been chasing behind his opponent for more than fifty laps on the track, and finally overtook the last lap. His patience was almost exhausted, and if he couldn't win, Hunter would have to give up the game.
"Ah! I won! I finally won against you!" Hunter threw his phone and almost fell over Winston to the bed, but Winston pulled him back.
Winston said nothing, just sat back on the head of the bed.
Hunter suddenly turned over, his left hand and left leg resting on each other's body.
"Yes, you won. If you don't win, you will probably say that your phone is not as good as mine."
"Am I such a vexatious person?" Hunter said dissatisfiedly.
"Aren't you?" Winston smiled, and God knows Hunter likes to see him smile.
Under the soft bedside light, Hunter looked at Winston and suddenly felt that his aesthetics for the past ten years were so strange? Winston's eyes, his nose, the curvature of his lip line, why are they all so beautiful
The blood rushed to the top of his head at once, and Hunter didn't know what was wrong, and he sat on Winston's body with a bang.
The man was surprised. When he was about to raise his hand to hug Hunter, Hunter suddenly pressed his raised wrist against the head of the bed.
"Hey, I finally won you, so there must be some reward, right?"
After saying this, Hunter's heart beat like a drum.
If Winston said that he had beaten him countless times just now, wouldn't he be able to get countless rewards from Hunter, then Hunter would not be able to deal with it.
"What reward do you want?" Winston raised his chin and looked at Hunter.
His eyes sank, but the temperature heated up.
Hunter knew that what he was doing was making fire ***, but he still thought. And with free practice coming up soon, Winston won't hurt him.
"No matter what I do, you are not allowed to move," Hunter said.
"That's impossible," said Winston quickly.
Before Hunter could be disappointed, Winston added, "Ten minutes. I'll give you ten minutes to show off. Don't blame me otherwise."
"Okay!" Although Hunter felt that it was very unkind to win the initiative in this way, but... what about him!
He set his phone to an alarm for ten minutes before Winston said, "What do you want to..."
Hunter threw the phone away, and suddenly pressed Winston's chin with one hand and kissed it.
With almost no reaction time, Winston opened his lips and Hunt couldn't wait to squeeze in, churning like a carnival.
Just as Winston was about to roll him up, Hunter abruptly backed away, looked him in the eyes and said, "Hey, you're not allowed to move, including your tongue."
After saying this, Hunter was proud.
"You'll regret it, Hunter." Winston looked at him, and there was something subversive in those quiet eyes.
Hunter just hated how he seemed to be in control.
"Sorry ass!"
After finishing speaking, Hunter pressed down again, and revenge rolled around in Winston's mouth.
He sucks, with his own unwillingness and helplessness.
Winston's muscles tensed up. Hunter knew that this guy wanted to move, but he could only bear it, but if he could move, what would he do
First kiss back fiercely, or push back
Hunter knew anyway that Winston did it out of instinct, not out of a fight for the initiative.
Thinking of this, Hunter's willful kiss slowed down. The tip of his tongue slid across the sides of the other's tongue, stroking back and forth, all his senses sharpened, Winston's breathing, his body temperature, the squirming of his throat... Hunter's initial excitement settled When I got down, the initial rush of emotions in my heart overflowed.
He pursed his upper lip, and the tip of his tongue ran between Winston's lips, and Hunter enjoyed the moment more than the explosive war-like kiss. He let go of Winston's wrist, his fingers slipping between the other's hair.
It was the first time he touched Winston's hair, and it was much softer than he had imagined.
Hunter bowed his head, kissed his forehead, kissed his hair, his kisses all the way down to the ends of his hair.
Winston raised his freed hands, and Hunter immediately pressed them back: "It's promised not to move, it's not time yet!"
Winston closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly: "Don't go too far... Hunter."
"Compared to your day... I haven't done anything too much!"
Hunter said angrily.
He lowered his head to kiss Winston's chin, used the tip of his tongue to draw the line of his masculine neck, biting lightly, even if he said he wanted to bite off all of his lines, Hunter knew I can't bear it at all.
He kissed him across his clothes, and Hunter suddenly realized that he liked everything about this man.
The author has something to say: Salted egg time:
Winston: You're a little lion who doesn't know the sky.
Hunter: Huh
Winston: I thought the male lion would let you go because you were small by showing your little paws in front of an adult male lion.
Hunter: Huh
Winston: Who knows, a male lion can slap you down with one paw.
Hunter: Oh...
Winston: Then never got up again.