The young man was lying on his back on the black and white keys, his body was pressed against the keys, and his right hand was pressed on the keys at the other end with ten fingers interlocked by Captain Troll. The pressed keys made a long beep, different notes intertwined, and the sound of the piano was chaotic.
The soft light black hair was scattered on the snow-white piano. Looking up from the young man's eyes, the jet-black pupils were like black pearls soaked in a clear spring, exuding a warm and clear luster. He looked at the admiral with clear and innocent eyes, like a cute little animal that has fallen into the sharp claws and is still ignorant.
But it is the innocence that makes the beast staring at its prey feel more hungry.
There seemed to be a flame burning in the throat, and the burning throat was so dry that it ached to the point of thirst—the terrible desire could only be slightly relieved by swallowing the prey under him, including the belt and bone.
That kind of flame seems to be ignited at the fingertips, and the fingers can feel the tender skin exposed on the waist of the young man below him, and the warm touch penetrates the fingertips, as if passing a little bit of flame into the blood, along the The blood vessels quickly burned the blood throughout the body, and the fire burned all over the internal organs.
Troll stared at the young man below him, his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and in the dark blue pupils he could also see tiny flames burning, exuding a dangerous aura.
He lowered his head and kissed Mutt's lips again. His body was pressed against Mute, and the pressure of his body forcefully overwhelmed the boy, forcing him to lie back on the piano.
His fingers pinched Mutt's waist tightly. The boy's waist was very thin, without any fat, but also very soft, without any muscle. The flexible touch when he held it made people want to stop. His fingers began to slide involuntarily around his naked waist, and then he gently kneaded it even more dissatisfied.
Almost at the same moment, he felt the body of the boy under him tremble slightly.
Mutt raised his face slightly, and separated the intertwined lips of the two, making a small sound.
"itch."
The boy in his arms made a soft voice like a kitten, "Don't touch there."
When Mutt raised his head, Troll didn't catch up and continued to kiss his lips, but took advantage of the situation and slid down Mutt's chin. When Mutt finished saying that sentence, his lips had already been biting gently. He touched the skin on the boy's side neck.
The young man's neck is slightly thinner, with a very beautiful curve, the skin is soft and delicate, and if you get close, you can faintly see traces of fine fluff. The admiral gnawed on the skin almost fascinatedly, watching the red marks appearing from the place where he gnawed.
As soon as Mute spoke, he was still biting the side of Mute's neck, and his voice was a little muffled.
He said, "Where?"
As he spoke, his fingers caressed the naked waist under his hands.
There was a thin layer of calluses on the pads of his fingers, which couldn't be seen without a closer look, but when it touched the soft skin, it became a little rough, and the itchy feeling made Mute instinctively struggle again.
"Itch." As soon as the young man struggled, the piano keys pressed by him shook a few times and made a series of sounds, which buried his small voice at once, making it hard to hear.
In fact, the admiral heard it, but he just pretended not to hear it. While his fingertips continued to linger on the exposed skin of Mute's waist, his lips moved slowly from the side of the neck to the middle.
"Major general."
The boy was still talking, he seemed to have no strength, his voice was thin and soft, it sounded like he was being coquettish, and Mute's left hand was also covering the admiral's hand, as if he wanted to grab his hand, Let him stop touching it.
But just when Mutt's hand grabbed Troll's right hand on his waist, the admiral's side cheek was already deeply buried in the socket of his neck, biting the young man's small Adam's apple.
With a woo, Mutt's whole body tensed up. It was a biological instinct, an instinctive reaction when the most vulnerable place was controlled by others—at the moment when the Adam's apple was bitten. In an instant, the fine hairs all over his body seemed to stand on end in an instant, and the muscles all over his body tensed involuntarily.
The soft tip of the tongue licked the tiny Adam's apple with extremely light force.
Like an electric shock, the strange feeling of tingling scalp and trembling all over the body instantly penetrated the whole body like an electric current, making Mute's body tremble violently.
Originally, he just held the general's hand and when his body was trembling, his fingers subconsciously clasped the back of the other's hand forcefully, an indescribable sense of fear welled up from the bottom of his heart.
That wasn't the end, the Adam's apple, which seemed to have concentrated all his feelings at this moment and was extremely sensitive, was licked again.
The boy trembled again. He wanted to shrink his body back, but was blocked by the piano behind him. The feeling of pain or happiness that he had never experienced before made his mind go blank at this moment.
The admiral still had his Adam's apple in his mouth, and stubbornly licked that spot. Every time he licked, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes were forced to turn red, showing a little redness. water light.
The uncomfortable feeling of numbness and weakness made him panic, and he couldn't help but began to struggle. He called the major general in a low voice, making a weak whimper like a newborn cub.
That voice was the biggest catalyst.
Want to hear more voices calling him like this, want to hear his name called in a crying voice.
Crying to a sound almost whimpering.
I want that slender body to tremble in my arms, I want to see his figure reflected in those black eyes stained with tears... I want that voice with the sound of crying to cry out his name...
...
As soon as he thought of this, the young general felt his body ache, and the pain that seemed to seep out from the deepest part of his body spread all over his internal organs, even his bone marrow was aching. His breathing became short of breath.
He raised his head and firmly blocked the lips of the boy under him.
His hand went up along the soft waist, and slid back into the boy's loose clothes, his fingertips had already touched the uppermost point of the depression in the lower groin on the back waist——
The admiral's hand paused, and his eyes, which were slightly reddened by desire, sobered up a bit.
The hand that slipped into the back of Mutt's clothes quickly moved up a little distance, and then rubbed vigorously. His fingertips clearly touched the marks on the young man's back, and he could feel it. The boy in his arms trembled when he rubbed his fingers on the mark.
Obviously it hurts.
He woke up in an instant, got up immediately, stretched out his hand and pulled Mute from the piano, put his arms around Mute, lifted up the clothes behind him, and looked behind.
At a glance, you can see the large marks on Mute's back that were pierced by the keys, and some places are faintly blue.
Seeing the large bruises on Mute's back, Troll's eyes turned cold.
"Why don't you tell me?"
He said, his voice became cold, and it was that cold voice that covered up the annoyance in his tone.
He pressed his hand on the bruise on Mutt's back, and rubbed it with some heavy force.
Hearing the coldness in the admiral's words, Mutt didn't reply, he just leaned in the admiral's arms obediently, letting the other party rub the bruise on his back sorely. He wrapped his arms around the admiral's waist, and pressed his cheek against his chest.
"pain."
He put his arms around the admiral and pressed against the other's chest and whispered, his voice was soft and soft, as if he was acting like a baby.
That sound of 'pain' made one's heart soften.
The movement of the general's hand paused.
He said, "Yeah."
He hummed in such a low voice, and hugged the boy in his arms tightly. His hum was like a puddle of melted water, extremely soft.
...
[You have the genes of the first emperor.]
So what am I
[Does the legendary first emperor really exist?]
If it does not exist, what is my appearance
For so many years, he has been pursuing the so-called truth, no matter what, no matter what.
But in the end, he didn't know if the truth he was looking for was the real truth.
His birth was like a huge lie, and his whole life was shrouded in such a lie.
…
Why was he born
For a lie
How ridiculous.
...
At that time, he subconsciously wanted to grasp the only warmth in his arms and feel the only reality in his arms, and he almost lost control because of this.
At that time, Mute didn't push him away or stop him because he felt his confusion.
…
The boy in his arms hugged his waist and pressed his cheek against his chest, as if listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
"reason?"
Mutt said with a smile.
"I am very good at this kind of philosophical question. There are many answers. I will tell you one by one. Listen, I will tell you some awesome things."
After thinking for a while, Mutt spoke.
"You were born to unify this universe."
Admiral: "..."
"Don't you like it? Then I'll change it. You were born as a man who was destined to become the emperor. How about this?"
Admiral: "..."
"Not enough? You were born to make the world feel beautiful, right?"
"..."
Troll deeply reflected on himself who actually wanted to get an answer from Mutt, and shook his head. Then, he patted the boy in his arms on the head, signaling him to stop making trouble.
Need to heal the bruise on the back with a therapy device.
As he thought so, he looked down at the person in his arms.
Like a tacit understanding, Mutt, whose face was pressed against his chest, also looked up at him at this time.
The eyes of the two met.
"Major general."
The boy who looked up at him looked at Aite with dark eyes, and those pupils seemed to be shining brightly at this moment.
"You were born to meet me."
Mut stared into his eyes, the bright night pupils clearly reflected his face.
The boy said, "OK?"
The sound of the beating heart seemed to be heard in the quiet air, and the blending of eyes made the whole world seem to fall into silence at this moment.
"it is good."
The black-haired major general replied.
He looked at the boy with a gaze that was so gentle that it almost broke the heart, like the softness of a falling kiss.
...
I was born in this world.
To kiss your lips.
I was born in this world.
To hold you in my arms.
For you.
The third dream back to earth