Mutt felt that he was in a panic, and fell into the water suddenly, and the warm water rushed in. He sank, and his whole body sank into the water as if he was stuck in a mire.
The soft water passed over his cheeks, flowed along the ends of his hair, and passed over his naked body, as if countless small hands were stroking his naked skin immersed in water. The snow-white bath towel was soaked in an instant, sticking wetly to his lower abdomen and thighs, it moved with the flow of water, and rubbed against the sensitive thighs, causing an inexplicable shivering feeling.
Because in the water, he didn't dare to breathe, dared not open his eyes, and couldn't see anything. But precisely because you can't see it, your body becomes more sensitive.
He can clearly feel the touch of the big hand that hugged his left shoulder and strangled his right waist. The skin of that person is usually slightly cool, and so are his hands, but at this moment, those two hands are very hot. The fingers sank deeply into his skin, and he could almost feel the slightly rough touch of the thin calluses on his fingers.
If he was frightened by the ghost stories he made up when he was dragged into the water by his ankles, then he reacted as soon as he fell into the arms of that man. Whether it's the chest, the strength of the arms holding him, or the entwining breath, they are all so familiar that they can be recognized as soon as they touch him.
... major general? !
Suddenly, the young man's face turned from pale when he was frightened a second ago to cooked crimson, as if he was half scalded by the hot water the moment he fell into the hot spring.
Obviously... obviously I didn't see anyone when I came in just now!
Mute, whose brain had exploded, was dragged into the water the moment he lost his mind, and there was no time to resist and struggle.
He remembered how he had stripped himself completely and naked on the shore just now—
was seen.
He blushed thinking.
It was definitely seen from the beginning to the end!
For a moment, the boy was full of blood, and the blood flowing backwards almost burst the blood vessels in his head. He felt both embarrassed and angry.
This... what kind of imperial marshal is this man? She even hid and peeked at others taking a bath without saying a word!
A whole rascal!
He cursed angrily from the bottom of his heart, completely forgetting that he came in after Troll came, really, he was the one who barged in while others were taking a bath, took off his clothes and played hooligans guy.
Of course, even if he remembered, at this moment, as a victim who was held under the water and kissed fiercely to the point of death, Mutt would never agree with the previous sentence.
It's just that this anger can't be angry for long, and soon, whether it's the hot water surrounding him, or the suffocation feeling that he can't breathe, it's the almost violent plunder of that person's lips and tongue in his mouth, all rushing up together, blowing his brain It became a paste, and I was so dazed that I didn't have any extra thoughts or extra time to think about it.
The feeling of being robbed of breath made Mute subconsciously want to struggle, but the submerged body is weightless, sinking and floating in the hot water, unable to lean to the side, unable to step on the bottom, and reaching out to grab it can only Letting the water flow away from his fingertips, the feeling of suddenly losing all support made him panic.
It was almost an instinct, he hugged the Marshal's shoulders tightly like a drowning man, and hugged the only support he could grab now.
The juvenile was so confused that he didn't realize that what he was relying on now was actually the chief culprit that drowned him into the abyss.
His body was ups and downs in the water, he hugged the other's strong shoulders instinctively, and didn't dare to let go, so it was even more impossible to avoid the man's aggression towards him, which made Mute look like he was obediently accepting the man's aggression. The invasion is general.
The clear water waves swayed, once and for all, silvery moonlight shone down from the sky, fell into the water, was shattered by the water waves, and shimmered.
Seen from the bottom up, it is backlighting and cannot be seen clearly.
But looking down from the perspective of Troll above, the waves are clear, and the face of the boy below him can be seen clearly.
The light black hair stretched softly with the traces of the water fluctuations. The person in his arms closed his eyes tightly, and then slowly opened them a crack. Those slender eyelashes seemed to be shining in the water.
The childish face was tense slightly, the cheeks were flushed, and the eyes were narrowed. It is not clear whether it is from the eyes or the water is caused by the flow of water, flashing in the black eyes that are narrowed at the moment, the slightly red and upturned corners of the eyes are inexplicably swaying, a burst of fire It just burned.
Because of the lack of oxygen, the young boy who always seemed quite passive and immature when kissing was actually actively sucking him in at this moment, asking him for his breath, the tip of his tongue that seemed a little shy but tentatively inserted into his mouth made people feel Compassion to the extreme.
Holding the soft body in his arms, Troll felt the soft and smooth skin touched by his fingertips, which made him unable to stop. The body in his arms is the peculiar greenness of a teenager, without any mature charm, maybe it is not attractive at all in the eyes of others, but it is such a green body that seduces the usually deserted young marshal almost out of control.
He wished he could just forcefully press him to the bottom of the water, the deeper the better, hide him in the deepest place, turn his arms into chains and imprison him here forever, never let anyone touch or see him again, let this The child belongs to him alone, in his arms only.
Fortunately, there was still a little rationality remaining in the out of control. Troll still remembered that the person in his arms was inferior to him, and he couldn't hold his breath underwater for too long. After the madness caused by the loss of control flashed by, seeing Mute's reddened eyes and uncomfortable expression because he couldn't breathe, he managed to regain some sense.
There was a splash of water, and water splashed everywhere.
The originally calm water surface suddenly splashed with high waves, and someone got out from under the water.
Amidst the splashing water, the Marshal's tall and straight body stood firmly in the hot spring, hugging the young man who was leaning against him softly.
Mute's hands and feet were weak, and his knees were also weak. If it wasn't for Troll's arms around his waist, he would probably fall into the water again.
He could only lean on Troll's body, panting heavily with his mouth open, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and the drops of water kept rolling down his cheeks, it was unclear whether it was from his eyes or from the wet dripping from the tips of her hair.
His breathing was extremely short, and his wet hair touched Troll's chest. He lowered his head slightly so that he could inhale oxygen as much as possible, and his chest was also heaving violently.
Mute panted for a long time, and finally managed to catch his breath. As soon as he raised his hand and saw the marshal's white-skinned arm in front of his eyes, his anger surged from his heart to his gallbladder—without thinking about it, he opened his mouth and bit it hard. go down—
It's just that the Marshal's arm looks thin, and the skin on it seems to be fair and beautiful, but there are lean muscles under the white skin.
The young man bit down, it was so hard that he couldn't bite at all except for leaving a shallow tooth mark and a little saliva on the strong arm.
A hand rubbed the back of his head.
"Don't make trouble."
The man who gently rubbed the back of his neck whispered.
But the more Marshal Troll said that, the more upset Mute became. Not only did he not let go, but he gritted his teeth harder on the opponent's arm and took another bite.
To Troll, the bite was like a kitten bite. It didn't hurt at all, it was just itchy, and the itching made his tense body hurt even more.
The young man, who was only concerned with venting his anger, didn't even notice that when the man said "don't make trouble", there was an unusual hoarseness in his usual cold voice, which was the hoarseness caused by unbearable depression.
The young marshal's breathing was a lot faster than usual at this time, he pursed his lips obviously trying to hold back something, his eyes were slightly lowered, and there was an undercurrent in his dark blue eyes, like the oppressive silence before the storm, that This kind of forbearance made all the muscles in his body tense.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mutt bit down again, and a fierce spark suddenly burst out from the man's suppressed blue eyes.
He pinched the fingers that were just gently rubbing the back of Mutt's neck, forcefully tilting the head of the boy who was still biting him back.
Troll was already much taller than Mutt. The young man nestled in his arms, and his physique was compared to that of a child. At this moment, when he tilted his head so high, his entire upper body almost leaned back, before he lowered himself down to the man. eyes on.
If it wasn't for the tight embrace around the waist, Mute would have fallen backwards into the water again.
The silver-like moonlight cast down from the Marshal's head. Under the backlight, Mutt couldn't see the Marshal's face that was shrouded in the shadow of the backlight. However, even in the dark, the man's ice-blue pupils were still terribly bright.
In the shadow of the backlight, there seemed to be a cluster of hot flames burning in those blue eyes, staring at him scorchingly, as if they wanted to burn him in the flames.
Mute suddenly panicked and reached out to push Troll away.
But just as his hand was exerting force, the man's head was already lowered, his thin lips were parted, and the tips of his snow-white teeth were firmly gripping his throat.
The sharp teeth bit his throat, through a thin layer of skin, against the throbbing blood vessels that flowed blood.
The boy's originally soft body tensed up instantly, and he let out a whimper like a cub being caught at its vitals. And soon, the teeth that seemed to bite his throat loosened, replaced by soft and warm tongue licking. However, before that gentle lick a few times, another part of Mutt's neck was bitten hard, followed by another gentle lick.
It was like a stick and a carrot training method, which made Mute's mind dizzy, and he could only instinctively raise his head, stretch his neck, and pant in a low voice with his mouth open.
The brain was dizzy and the body was hot.
The unprecedented feeling made him instinctively feel fear.
He saw the major general look up at him, his normally cold and clear eyes revealed a trembling aggressiveness at this moment.
He suddenly had a kind of fear for no reason, fear of the unknown.
Obviously, the arms that should be the most reassuring for him, but at this moment they seem to be the shackles that restrain him.
The man's shadow descended overwhelmingly from above, covering his whole body in darkness.
His sensitive sixth sense had already sensed the extremely dangerous aura emanating from the man, giving him an urge to break free and run away—and that inexplicable sense of fear also made his body instinctively think Response to leave—
Mutt took a deep breath, suppressing the sense of panic that surged out.
can't go.
He forcibly suppressed his body's instinctive impulse to teleport away, and forcibly suppressed the energy of Jia that had become active in his body.
He was a little scared and flustered, but he couldn't leave.
The boy closed his eyes tightly, and his hands tightly grasped Troll's strong waist, and his fingers sank into the muscles.
He likes this guy.
So no matter how frightened and flustered he was, he would not leave.
It's not that he doesn't know the major general's patience and self-repression. He knows that this person has been enduring it for a long time, and he knows that it must be very difficult.
Although he was instinctively afraid of the extremely aggressive and dangerous aura he felt from the other party, he believed that the major general would not hurt him.
Thinking of this, Mutt took another deep breath, trying to relax himself. But before that breath was exhaled, there was a splash of water, and the body that had been submerged in the hot spring from the chest down suddenly floated up from the water.
Troll grabbed Mute's waist and easily lifted him up, and then placed him on the shore.
He was sitting on the bank, and Troll was standing in the water, standing in front of him and looking at him, just at his eye level.
Troll just stood like this, staring at him with long and narrow phoenix eyes, and pressed his hands on his side, his eyes were clearly burning, but he never touched him again.
"...Major General?"
The black-haired boy sat on the shore, behind him was a white snow field, and fiery red fallen leaves rustled down.
The mist rising from the water lingered past, the young man gasped softly, tears glistened in the corners of his eyes, his skin was now glowing with a faint pink, like a freshly bloomed flower bud. Especially the dozens of red dots on the neck and bare shoulders, dotted on the skin are unusually conspicuous.
Lord Marshal swallowed hard.
An indescribable sense of hunger welled up from the deepest part of his body.
He knew that only by grabbing the boy, biting the pale pink skin, and biting down hard, could he slightly relieve the pain in his body that was almost insanely burned.
Mute looked at him with moist black eyes, innocent and confused, the child was sitting in front of him, unfolding his body defenselessly, waiting for him to snatch it.
Troll clasped his hands tightly, and the pain of nails piercing into his palms made him barely regain his sanity.
He lowered his head and panted lowly, his breath was unprecedentedly heavy.
He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to suppress the flame of desire in his body.
"Major general?"
Troll opened his eyes, and he saw a hand reaching out to him, and he reached up to hold it.
He put this hand in the palm of his hand, and then, his fingers penetrated into the other's fingertips, and his ten fingers intersected to hold.
He thought of the way the fingertips of this hand were trembling but still clung to him, and he thought of the way Mutt hugged him tightly even though he was afraid...
He scares him.
Thinking of his sudden loss of control just now, the Marshal, who has always been extremely self-controlled, couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart.
The so-called undefeated generals have always thrown away their armor and armor in front of this person, defeated and defeated.
Just one look from the boy can make him lose control.
Robin once said that he could bear it, but he ignored him.
It's not that I want to bear it, it's not that I can bear it, I just have to bear it.
Only he himself knows how deep his desire is, how terrible it is.
It was like a rapacious and insatiable beast.
Mutt was afraid, probably because he felt the danger at that time, and Mutt's feeling was indeed right-if he didn't control it, if he didn't regain his reason because of the trembling in his arms, he would lose control before he lost control. The next will definitely be greedy to the point of destroying this weak child.
He didn't want to do that.
He didn't want to hurt the child just to satisfy his desire.
He doesn't want to hurt him.
Not at all.
Not at all.
He is reluctant.
...
The jet-black hair was wetly attached to the snow-white skin of Marshal Troll, and the water droplets oozing from the tips of the hair rolled down from that beautiful face like broken pearls, and occasionally a few drops flowed down the slender neck. Roll down on the collarbone.
Under the moonlight, the man's sturdy body glowed with water, and the thin muscles under the white skin were firm and distinct.
The broad shoulders and wasp waist, the slightly protruding muscle texture gave people a sense of strength and beauty, and the water waves rippling under the man's lean and strong waist, passed over the well-defined abdominal muscles.
The man lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. The slender eyelashes rolled with tiny water particles, and the refracted light fell into his eyes, as if all the starlight had fallen into them.
I don't know why the Marshal suddenly stood still. The young man stared at the Marshal, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Probably fainted by the heat of the hot spring, Mutt actually had the feeling that the major general looks delicious.
Moreover, for some reason, the sense of danger that frightened him from the major general just now seemed to have disappeared. He thought for a while, his face flushed a little, but he still mustered up the courage to reach out to Troll.
"No... continue?"
Mutt said in a low voice, the voice couldn't be softer, and his face was very hot.
The hand he reached out to touch the other's cheek was held by the other party. The Marshal held his hand, kissed the back of his hand lightly, looked up at him, and suddenly smiled.
That look, that smile, is simply fatal.
Dazed by the beauty, the young man didn't even notice that his hand was being held by the other party and submerged in the water again.
That pretty face came over and kissed him, and he closed his eyes naturally, and intertwined with each other's lips and teeth again.
Indulging in the kiss, he didn't realize that his hand was being held by the other party in a certain direction underwater.
Then…
Fuck!
There is no science!
Shivering suddenly, the boy who opened his eyes instantly looked like a Spartan.