It is often written in the novel that as soon as the bodies of the two protagonists touch, an invisible flame ignites instantly, and the lust engulfs the reason of the two protagonists, and it is out of control. They will naturally start to kiss, and then naturally, they will have crazy sex.
They take off their clothes very quickly. On this point, different authors will have different description preferences. Some people like to write "I don't know when, the pants are gone", and some people like to describe the process of taking off the pants in detail. Some people like not to write about the process, and just write "when they came back to their senses, the two of them were naked"... In short, it sounds easy, just follow the feeling, no special thinking is required.
Lotter felt that he might have been deceived by the novel.
He dragged Burris into the bathroom, which was still raining warm water from the ceiling. In the heavy rain and steam, the mage was wet all over, his hair stuck to his face and neck, and water droplets rolled into his collar against his collarbone... Lott held the mage's slender wrist in one hand, and slowly approached... But Things didn't go as he expected.
They made romantic physical contact, but it didn't come naturally to kissing.
Boris was in a daze for a while, and suddenly turned pale with shock. He took out two soft cowhide envelope bags from his pocket, threw them out from under the moisture-proof curtain, then untied the belt, and threw them out together with the fanny pack and tin hanging box on top. After throwing things away, he took off his shoes and kicked them out, and finally gave an arcane language command to the barrel golem outside.
After doing all this, he wiped the water off his face with relief.
Lott understood that there was probably something on Burris that couldn't get wet... But no, Burris had been exposed to a real rainstorm before, so he wasn't in such a panic.
Seeing Lot's puzzled look, Burris said: "Uh, it's like this. The rain under this dark blue calcite layer is different from real rain. This kind of water can be used for washing, and it can also be used for drinking by humans and animals. Certain magic materials are somewhat corrosive..."
Lott slumped his shoulders: "So that's it... I was too careless..."
Burris quickly said: "It's okay, it's okay! Don't worry, those things are not broken, it's okay... They won't be damaged just because they come into contact with this rainwater once, it's just for maintenance needs, it's better to be careful."
"Is there anything else? Can you check again?"
Boris really checked for a while, and took out a few more things and threw them out. "Well, she's actually not afraid of water," he said while tidying up, "but it's troublesome to dry it, so let's take it out... and this one, water doesn't affect its efficacy, but why should I carry it with me Woolen cloth… "
Lot raised his left hand and asked, "Is our ring afraid of water?"
"Not afraid. It is not afraid of boiling water, nor is it afraid of fire... strong acid can destroy its color and appearance, but it can't completely break it down, nor affect its efficacy. The fire from purgatory can burn it, you must be careful."
"good… "
Lot touched the ring and suddenly realized: what am I doing? Did I drag the little mage into the bathroom to listen to him explain how to maintain magic items
The two of us stood in the steaming bathroom, drenched all over, and chatted silly about the fire of purgatory. This is different from what I expected!
Without further ado. He decided to avoid digressing and go straight to the goal. He asked, "Seriously, do you know I did it on purpose?"
"I know..." Burris replied honestly, "I know you tricked me into coming in by pretending you couldn't operate the water curtain."
"That's not true. I pulled you in on purpose to get you wet too, but I didn't pretend I couldn't operate the water curtain... I really couldn't."
Burris looked at him and smiled: "Then I'll turn it off..."
"No need to close it." Lot supported the wall with one hand, and gently pinched the mage's chin with the other.
As they kissed, he suddenly realized: Burris didn't seem particularly shy? In the bathroom, the two of us were wet, I pressed him against the wall and kissed, he seemed to accept it smoothly? No resistance at all
After the kiss, Lott realized the problem... because he hadn't undressed yet!
After entering the bathroom, he fumbled around, but he didn't take off his clothes! There is no sincerity in taking a bath at all!
So he let go of Burris, hummed a little tune, and began to unbutton his coat.
Burris was indeed a little nervous, but said nothing. Lott threw away his coat, tore off his scarf, took out the hem of his shirt from his belt, took off the two pieces of clothing together, and threw them away. The wet and full chest was completely presented in front of Burris. Burris didn't know where to look, his eyes wandered for a while, and he decided to stare at the bright and dazzling rhinestone shirt on the floor.
Lott began to untie the belt. He slowed down on purpose to observe Burris's reaction. "You should take off your clothes too," he said. "Are you going to wash them with yourself?"
Burris said with difficulty: "My lord... you mean, do we want to take a bath together?"
"Obviously so."
"but… "
Lott said: "I brought you into this on purpose, and you acquiesced in my behavior, which shows that you fully understand what I am implying. Then, you remembered that there were things on your body that were afraid of magic water, so you chose to throw them away." Going out instead of running out all by yourself shows that you decided to cooperate with my plot. The fact that you're standing here in wet clothes and wasting so much with me and we kissed shows you know it's wedding night Some kind of project. Burris, since you know it all, and you're willing to do it, why are you twiddling?"
Burris nodded silently, and really accepted Lott's suggestion. He took off the outermost burqa first, and hung it on the towel rack. With this movement, he naturally turned his back on Lotter, and slowly dealt with the buttons of the formal robe, as if he was facing a wall and thinking about his past.
There was a rustling sound behind him.
The dull sound is the sound of Lott kicking off his boots, the hissing is the sound of him deliberately kicking water, and the tiles are hit by small metal objects, making a crisp ding sound, which is the belt buckle and trousers falling to the ground together the sound of.
Judging from this series of movements, there should be no clothes on Lott now... Burris became more and more nervous, and the button loop became more difficult to untie.
While rubbing his hair, Lot stared at Burris' back with a smile. Burris was obviously stalling for time, it wouldn't take so long to unbutton, and I heard that the mage's fingers were very nimble, so it should be faster for them to take off their clothes.
Lott decided: Since Burris is slow, I'll help him.
His hand touched Burris' shoulder. Burris stiffened for a moment, but soon relaxed again. With his back still facing Lott, he took off his formal robe, which was a soaked shell-colored long-fronted shirt, and turned half sideways, hanging the robe next to the burqa. When he did this, the wet clothes completely outlined the Lot swallowed the line of his shoulder blades, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug the little mage into his arms.
When Boris was nervous, the soles of his feet suddenly slipped, and he almost lost his balance. This was exactly what Lot wanted, he tightened his arms, and the little mage's wet back was pressed against his chest, with only a thin layer of shirt between them.
Lot lowered his head and kissed the mage's side face: "Go on."
"Continue what?" Boris' cheeks, ears and neck were flushed, and he was at a loss in Lot's arms.
"Continue to undress, and pants. Didn't we already agree... Besides, don't you feel uncomfortable wearing so much in the hot bathroom?"
Lot wrapped his arms around his waist, and his right hand was placed next to his trouser belt. With a slight pull, the belt would loosen. But Lott didn't want to forcefully take off the little mage's pants... It was the first time they were so intimate, it seemed a bit ungentlemanly to forcefully take off his pants.
Boris thought: Lott was right, they both said what they needed to say clearly, and they put on the ring. At this time, he should be brave and act like a real twenty-year-old youth. So he bravely fumbled for the buttons on the shirt, and untied a few more from bottom to top as fast as he could...
Lott kissed the tip of his ear, and then kissed along the earring to the neck. Burris shivered, and his hands froze in place. Lot slipped quietly into the hem of the shirt with one hand, and still put his arm around the mage's waist. He asked in Boris' ear, "Do you feel that the place touched by my hand is very hot?"
Burris really went to feel it carefully, and then answered honestly: "No..."
"No?"
The mage whispered: "Being so close to you... you are actually very hot all over. Maybe... it's because of the water vapor in the bathroom..."
Although this point was different from what was written in the book, Lott's heart trembled when he heard it. His hands subconsciously used some force again, as if he wanted to rub the little mage into his arms. "Boris," he put his lips on the mage's ear, "if you are really embarrassed, let me untie it for you..." As he said, his right hand slipped into the waist of the little mage, the belt of the cotton trousers It was already a little loose, "Boris, I have a thick skin and a lot of messy thoughts in my head, so everything I do is normal, don't be too embarrassed."
Burris nodded. In fact, he vaguely felt that the causal logic of Lott's words was not very correct...but he could only nod his head. He was leaning in Lott's arms, his body was hot and humid, and his breathing was a bit stuffy, but not only was he not uncomfortable, but he also felt a sense of euphoria.
Lott could clearly feel that the body in his arms gradually relaxed from being tense. In fact, he was also tense just now, but Boris couldn't find it.
In no hurry to take off the mage's wet shirt, he crumpled it casually, smoothing out the wrinkles. When his fingertips brushed somewhere on the mage's chest, he noticed that the mage trembled visibly, and he didn't ask anything. Boris was so shy that he couldn't ask any decent answers.
In fact, he has long fantasized about the scene at this time... Sometimes he fantasizes while watching Boris, sometimes he fantasizes while reading a certain book, and sometimes he secretly thinks about it alone. Now that the fantasy has become a reality, he plans to explore the body of the little mage.
Men's nipples can also feel. Lott already knew it, and it was explained in many books. He deliberately touched Boris' chest more, and the more Boris wanted to hide, the more he shrank into his arms. At the same time, his bare chest was pressed tightly against the little mage's back, and there was a warm feeling in his own chest and abdomen. Hot and numb feeling.
He also found that Burris' stomach was soft, and his abdominal muscles were far less firm than his. Thinking about it carefully, in fact, he has nothing to be proud of. His image was born like this. No matter how good his figure is, it is not obtained by exercise and sweat. On the contrary, the body of the twenty-year-old mage is more vivid and interesting: the muscles of the chest, abdomen and arms Thin, the right arm is stronger than the left arm, and the elbow is a bit rough, probably due to working on the desk and not paying attention to maintenance... The little mage's waist is a bit ticklish, and the protruding hip bone is not a sexy part at all, but it makes him Unable to put it down, he couldn't help but rubbed it with his palm several times, then moved forward along the abdomen, his fingers followed the falling water drops, and probed into the place he had been curious about for a long time.
Boris suddenly held his hand: "I, I can do it myself..."
Lott sighed in his ear: "Oh... two people are together to help each other, how can they come by themselves at this time?"
The mage lowered his head, and the red on his neck had spread to his shoulders: "I understand... I just suddenly feel a little, uh, my mind is a little confused... Generally speaking, don't people who live alone come by themselves? The matter of ability... It's too embarrassing to let someone else do it for you... No, I know what we are doing, I said something stupid... "
Lott suppressed a smile: "If you really want to say something, just say 'no' or 'stop', it doesn't matter."
"But..." Burris whispered, "I... I don't think so, I'm just a little embarrassed..."
"I know, I just let you talk and play, and I didn't intend to stop." Lot kissed the mage's neck again, "Because I like you so much, I want to touch you...you can move around, I'll hold you and keep you from slipping."
As he spoke, his fingers ran through the wet hair, gently tracing the shape of that organ. His promise to "not let you slip" was necessary because with his movements, Burris did almost slip a few times.
"People who live alone come by themselves", Lotte actually has a deep understanding of this sentence. Not only that, but he's well-read on the subject, so his skills aren't bad. The little mage's body became softer and softer, but the organs he was playing with gradually stiffened up. He wanted to say something to tease the little mage, but just as he was about to speak, he was startled by his own increasingly heavy breathing. When he was distracted, he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say just now.
He simply lowered his head and kept kissing the little mage's neck. The mage leaned in his arms, closed his eyes tightly, raised his head, and stretched his fragile neck completely, like a small animal actively luring wild beasts.
Suddenly this "little animal" opened its eyes in surprise. Lot knew why, something hard on his body raised its head, and in this position, it was right behind the little mage, barely poking into his legs.
Lot took a few steps forward with his arms around the mage, and trapped the little mage against the wall with his body. Burris's trousers and drawers had already fallen by his ankles, and Lott, still holding him with one arm, brushed off the wet shirt hanging from his shoulder with the other.
Burris turned around and finally came face to face with Lott. The way Lott undressed was pretty much what he had imagined... until then, he was surprised to realize that he had imagined this.
The bathroom was hot, and the vision was not clear, which was better for Burris—he wanted to see Lott now, but he didn't want to see too clearly.
In fact, so what if you can see clearly... Boris has seen countless nudes of men and women in his life. They come from all ages, races, and causes of death, but he has never seen a naked living person...except himself of.
In the warm water and rain, their hair was sticking to their faces and necks, and their cheeks and bodies were also red. There was a wet tiled wall behind Burris. His legs felt hot, and his legs felt weak, and he became more and more unsteady.
Lott took a long breath, held the little mage's face in his hands, kissed him a few more times, and then said, "Dear Burris, let me tell you, I want to..."
When he spoke the second half of the sentence, he pressed his lips to the mage's ear, and the voice was as small as breathing, and only Burris in the world could hear it.
Boris' face could no longer be red, any redder would make his brain congested. Lott continued to kiss him, rubbing his back like stroking a small animal while kissing, and slipped from the waist to the back unconsciously. Near the tailbone...
Burris took several deep breaths, and finally he was able to speak smoothly: "Let's not be in the bathroom..."
"But we haven't finished the shower yet."
Burris buried his face in Lott's chest: "I can't stand still..."
"To the bath?"
"I'll go later..."
"We'll wet the rug and the bed."
"It's okay, there are golems to clean up..."