As soon as Burris finished speaking, Lott had already picked him up. Boris tried to turn off the warm water rain, but failed twice. His mind was in a mess, and he didn't know whether it was the wrong tone of the spell or the wrong gesture. He decided not to try the third time, it would be more embarrassing if he made a mistake three times in a row... So he changed to an easier way: called the bucket golem in, let it turn off the warm water device and stay in the bathroom to wait.
As soon as they came out of the stuffy bathroom, goose bumps appeared on both of them. Lotter was afraid that humans would catch a cold under such circumstances, so he rushed into the bed tent and stuffed Burris under the soft quilt.
Lott not only carried Burris out, but also took out his own belt. Burris didn't understand why at first, until he saw Lotter open the small leather button pocket on his belt and pull out a shell-shaped pink box.
Lot pushed back his wet hair that was in the way, and then got under the quilt as well. Sensing the gaze of the little mage, he explained: "I bought this from a store in Silver Falcon Castle. If you have a better one in your tower, use the one in your tower."
Boris' tower has everything, but there is no such thing. Burris asked with a blushing face, "When I was making the magic ring, were you buying this thing?"
"Yes. It seems that we are both preparing for the future, isn't it?"
After finishing speaking, Lott pulled the little mage into his arms: "Do you want to look at me, or turn your back on me?"
Boris froze for a moment before he understood what Lotter meant. Lott rubbed his lower back, and purposely pressed his hands a little harder to urge him. Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he simply made his own decision and slid along his hip bones and flat belly to between his legs...
"Wait..." Boris wanted to stop Lott's hand. Both of them were covered by the quilt. He could only touch it but couldn't see it. When he stretched out his hand, he accidentally touched another hot thing. His hands retracted, but Lott deliberately straightened his body towards him.
"What's the matter?" Lot kissed the mage's forehead, "Are you afraid?"
Burris shook his head: "No... I want to say, uh... I'd better turn my back on you..."
"Why, don't you want to see me?"
"... see you next time."
This sentence made Lotte inexplicably happy. He lay on his side behind the little mage, just like in the bathroom just now, letting the mage's back press against his chest.
He opened the shell box under the quilt. The smell of balm is stuffy in the bed, and occasionally escapes a little with the movement, but it smells more obvious. Lott's fingers followed the little mage's tailbone all the way down, and drilled into a more hidden place. He had learned the extremely detailed knowledge in books, and now he could really apply it to the little mage. He was a little confused. Some anxious, but also a little faintly proud.
He whispered into the little mage's ear, all the sticky lines that are common in books. After talking for a while, he had re-dipped the balm twice. At first, Boris had a somewhat patient look on his face, but now his frown has loosened.
Lott couldn't help but feel that Boris probably didn't hear the love words just now. If he did, he would definitely be more shy, and might tell him to stop talking... After all, those words were indeed very nasty, and Lott himself was a little uncomfortable. Sorry to say it out loud.
He raised his upper body a little and stared at Burris' face. The little mage squinted his eyes, and his eyelashes with tiny drops of water fluttered wildly. When he was panting non-stop, he would occasionally hum a coquettish voice from his nose, which made people's heart sore and itchy.
"Little mage," he leaned over and kissed Burris' ear, "I don't know if you can do it, but I can't wait..."
The mage said softly "Huh?", as if he hadn't reacted yet. Lott hugged him tightly, and put his other hand back under the two of them. He was even more urgent, and he was even more uncertain: Boris didn't look uncomfortable, and he should be fine, but he didn't cry out for pain, and he didn't let him touch that place. This is not the same as the plots in the book... So is the current situation normal
He put one hand between the mage's legs, and that part that had been hard for a long time also quietly rubbed over. Boris visibly froze for a moment, then moved his legs a little, and moved the upper leg a little further while lying on his side... Lotter didn't let go of this signal, and was so excited that he almost bit his lip , he kept kissing the back of the mage's neck, while moving his lower body, finding a suitable angle, and trying to squeeze himself into the place he had just explored.
He hadn't probed long enough. He realized it immediately after going in for a short distance. The mage didn't yell like it was written in the book, but seemed to be choked up suddenly, and the screen master took a few seconds to breathe before he recovered.
Lott was a little worried: "Otherwise I will come out first..."
"Don't move..." The mage's voice seemed to be a little crying, and now Lott was even more uncertain. He moved his hand under the quilt to the mage, and gently rubbed the half-hard organ soothingly, hoping that this would distract the mage from his feelings and make him adapt faster.
He asked Burris if he was okay, and Burris replied with an "um". He asked if it was too painful, but Burris still said "um", and he asked if he could continue, and the answer to him was still "um". It seems that the little mage didn't hear anything clearly... Lotter had to make his own judgment.
While taking care of the organs in front of the mage, he tried to make himself a little deeper. The movements of his hands were precise but slow, and the lower body also used the same rhythm. Every time he pushed a little, the little mage would hum A sound, which is different from the name written in the book, but Lott thinks the sound is more seductive than he imagined.
The little mage finally seemed to have the energy to speak. He took a few breaths and said nasally, "I'm fine. You..."
Lott didn't hear the second half of the sentence: "Huh? What do you want me to do?"
"Can you..." the mage tilted his head, buried his face in the pillow, "hold him tighter..."
Of course, very capable! Lott put one hand through Burris' neck and let him rest on his arm, while the other hand supported the mage's waist and pressed against the protruding hip bone. He almost wrapped his body around the mage who was thinner than himself, and couldn't maintain the slow pace any longer.
He pushed in hard, and both of them tensed up. His movement was a little sudden, and the place was extremely tight. He took a few breaths, and the sweat from his forehead mixed with the wet water on his face.
He desperately kissed Burris' neck and stroked the trembling body, he knew that the little mage must be uncomfortable. After a while, he tried to move, and the mage choked up a little, but didn't make too much noise. Originally, Lott was just going to try to see if he could continue, but he couldn't stand the momentum any longer. He couldn't bear it long ago, and the nasal voice of the little mage was so nice... He stepped back a little, and inserted heavily , Deeper and faster each time, the smell of balm overflowed from the shaking quilt, the four-post wooden bed began to creak, and the mage's soft humming gradually turned into a broken moan.
Originally, Burris stretched out a hand between his legs, almost touching Lott's hand. But as the strange impact became more intense, his hand loosened from the genitals instead, and instead gripped the bed sheet tightly. Lott noticed this, and took the initiative to comfort him. The movements of his hands became more and more intense, matching the rhythm of his lower body.
Gradually, the current posture is getting in the way. He withdrew slightly, picked up the mage's waist, leaned on the mage, and went in again. This time he pushed too deeply at once, Boris whimpered, and Lot hurriedly kissed the mage's back comfortingly, but the movements of his lower body did not stop there.
Lott felt light in his heart, and couldn't concentrate his thoughts. He always felt that something was not perfect, but at this time he didn't care too much. After a while, he felt Boris breathing faster and heavier, his chest pressed against the mage's back, and he almost felt the mage's heartbeat on his chest... He was a little panicked, thinking It was Boris who was uncomfortable. At this moment, the organs in his palm convulsed, and as he fiddled, some sticky things stuck to his fingers.
He suddenly understood what was going on. At the same time, his genitals were wrapped even tighter, which almost made him lose his mind and deflate him. Taking this opportunity, he pulled himself out a long way, and after calming down a bit, he submerged again, twitching harder and harder than before. During this process, the little mage's body was shaking as much as the things between his legs. If he hadn't been hugged by Lott, he would probably have been lying on the bed and couldn't get up. Most of the things he shot were in Lott's hands , while Lott continued to move, while smearing all these on the mage's lower abdomen and chest by caressing.
Boris was not very vocal at first, but now his humming became softer and softer. Lott hugged him tightly, sucking the protrusion on his cervical spine, buried his lower body where it couldn't go any deeper, and pushed him hard in small increments. After a while, Lott just felt a blank in his mind, and he also left all his things in the mage's body in a stupor.
It was early morning.
Originally, Lott had a dream. He hoped that after doing it once, he could hug the little mage and say some blunt and obscene words affectionately... It was the most suitable time to say those words. The mage was stripped naked, had nowhere to hide, and had no energy go away.
But his dream has yet to come true.
The two of them lay back on the bed together, clinging to each other intimately and contentedly, and fell asleep without knowing it.
When the sky was dim, Lott woke up. He remembered what was said in a book: Don't fall asleep immediately after making love, but be intimate with your lover for a while... He once thought: If a person can't even wake up after making love, how bad is his health? This thing will definitely not happen to him. With his physical strength as a demigod, it is not uncommon for him to do it several times a day. Even if his lover faints, he can continue to do it for a long time... Although he is not willing to let his beloved little mage faint. past.
As a result, what happened today shocked him. Both he and Burris fell asleep as soon as they were done.
It is not surprising that Boris fell asleep. He is not only human, but also a frail little mage. What shocked Lott was that he fell asleep without knowing it.
He's not tired, and now he doesn't feel tired when he wakes up halfway... He smacked carefully for a while, and summed up his feelings: This kind of exhaustion seems to come from psychology, like a big event has been accomplished, a long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, and wanton at the celebration banquet Drink and sleep blissfully amidst the sweet smell of flowers and pastries...
He glanced sideways at Burris. Burris was pillowed on his arm, huddled in his arms, and his sleeping appearance had a cute and fragile feeling, exactly the same as it was more than sixty years ago.
After entering the room last night, Boris adjusted the light transmittance of the deep spring crystal window to a high level. He knew that Lott liked the window, and he probably wanted the window to be more transparent so that Lott could see the stars and the moon. It was getting brighter now, the bed curtains were open, and the sunlight slanted through the huge crystal window, shining right near the head of the bed. Lott couldn't adjust the light, and Boris was resting on his arm, and he couldn't get up to pull the bed curtain.
The sunlight made him unable to sleep, so he simply lay there and thought wildly, such as: Is it normal for the little mage not to make noises, how should I start next time, it should not work tonight, what day is the market in Holly Village, and the shell box Where did it go? Why is there nothing painted on the top of Burris’ bed? Why does it still feel bright when you close your eyes? Does the Housekeeping Golem need heat-resistant gloves for cooking? What should Burris say when he wakes up…
He turned over, turned his back to the sun, and fell asleep again after thinking about it.
The sun had just risen, Talian was quiet, and the mage's even breathing sounded in his ears, and there was nothing important to do for the rest of the day... The atmosphere was too peaceful, what else could he do if he didn't go back to sleep.
After daylight, the house golems began to work one after another, and there were various slight noises in the tower.
Near noon, Boris woke up. When he opened his eyes, he was still not quite sober, as if he had temporarily forgotten what happened yesterday, and he was startled when he noticed the sound of breathing in his ears.
Taking a closer look, Lott was lying on his side with one arm still on his chest. Hearing that having a weight on your chest can cause nightmares, Burris wondered, why don't I have nightmares at all? Are the arms of demigods different from those of humans
Burris sat up cautiously, propping up the bed with one hand. He didn't want to wake Lott up. Lott would definitely say something nasty when he woke up, and now he couldn't bear it.
In the process of getting up, the soreness from the waist, thighs and somewhere made him flushed... He calmed down for a while, then turned his head to look at the crystal window of the deep spring, the sun shone on his face, and he put his hand on the side of his heart position, and slowly closed his eyes with a reverent expression:
By Offa, I am Burris Gershaw, soon to be eighty-five. I have been busy all my life, and I have made a lot of achievements. Now I have my own land, my own tower, I have fulfilled my promise when I was young, and for the first time I have established a very close relationship with people... Yesterday, I Participating in something so amazing, so intense, so indulgent, a feat that only a young man can accomplish! So, from today, I am no longer an old man, I am no different from a real twenty-year-old youth...
Then, he reflected on himself again: I'm still too self-conscious, I can't let go, I didn't even look at Lott very much yesterday...
Now that Lott was sleeping peacefully, he suddenly had the courage to stare at Lott for a while. The person sleeping next to him looked like a demigod, and he didn't look like a "Skeleton Lord". He looked like a handsome black-haired young man... At this time, Boris thought again that the Skeleton Lord has two forms, the human being The form came later. He was supposed to have devil horns and black scales all over his body.
Boris has seen Lott in that form more than once. If Lott used that appearance to meet him yesterday... Thinking of this, Boris pinched the center of his brows hard, and his hand was so strong that he left two red marks on himself. I interrupted my imagination, and my heart beat faster and faster. How can I do this early in the morning.
Excellent mages have one characteristic: the ability to quickly regain calm and focus after panic. Burris is particularly good at this. He calmed down again and began to recall every step of last night.
At the beginning, he tried his best to analyze objectively, but gradually, his thoughts turned into random thoughts, such as: I always turn my back on Lott, will he be a little sad, will he think I am reluctant, what should I do next time, There won't be a next time in the near future, should I read some more books, did the one feel normal yesterday, and that and that... and... By the way, where is the pink shell box? It should not be an ordinary balm, I guess It's not cheap, and there are more than one precious medicinal herbs in it, which are really helpful for relaxing the body. I should analyze the ingredients in detail...
Burris looked around, but didn't see the shell box. He cast a spell silently, making the quilt float up slowly, and sure enough, the shell box was not far from his feet. He kept the quilt in suspension, and grabbed the box from the air.
While doing this, his gaze followed the shell box, and he accidentally saw Lotte's whole body under the quilt... Everything else was fine, mainly because the thing sleeping between his legs was too eye-catching.
His hands trembled, almost falling off the floating quilt again, the more he wanted to look away, the more he couldn't help but look twice more.
When he saw that thing, he also clearly recalled all the details of last night... This made him more determined to "analyze the ingredients of the balm in the shell box". He thought that he could interact with such an amazing object. The balm must have been responsible for the deep exposure and survival.
After getting the shell box, Burris let the quilt float in the low place, moved slowly and got off the bed from the other side, and then let the quilt fall back completely. Before Lott woke up, he wanted to take a bath first. This time he had to take a bath alone, and he couldn't let Lott follow him.
With both feet on the carpet, all kinds of fatigue and soreness in the body became more obvious. Burris compared this with his experience of outdoor adventures in his youth, and he concluded that the exhaustion of outdoor adventures was stronger and more destructive to the body. Now this fatigue is not particularly severe, but it brings People's mental stress is greater.
While soaking in the hot water, he decided to organize his thoughts and think about how to talk when Lotte woke up.
When the house golem brought hot tea and lunch, Lott woke up again.
He sat up, stretched his upper body, and saw Boris sitting on a pile of cushions under the crystal window. He had already put on his house robe, tied up his hair, and was reading a book with his back turned to him.
Lott got out of bed, took a sip of fruit tea, and walked under the crystal window. Boris glanced at him and immediately looked away: "My lord, the clothes prepared for you are beside the bed..."
"Wait for a while, it's not cold anyway." Lotte sat opposite Boris with a smile.
Burris lowered his head, as if he was concentrating on reading, but he hadn't turned a page for a long time; Lotter sat cross-legged at first, with a very bold posture, and later even though Burris wasn't staring at him, he remained calm. Pulled a thin blanket around his waist.
Lot looked at the little mage, and turned the enchanted ring on the ring finger of his left hand: "Boris, I actually woke up once at dawn."
"Oh..." Boris raised his head, gave him a stiff smile, and quickly lowered his head to read the book.
"At that time, I thought about a lot of things, and I planned to ask you a lot of things."
"You ask..." Burris's back stood on end, ready to face all kinds of shameful questions.
"Let me pick the most curious question," Lott leaned forward, "Why is the Mountain of No Return called the Mountain of No Return?"
Burris finally raised his head and asked blankly, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"
"Look outside." Lot knocked on the crystal window. Overlooking the mountain forest from the high tower, because different trees grow at different heights, the color of the leaves forms a subtle gradient from a distance, and the Bugui mountain area is like a colorful carpet.
"It's a nice place," Lott said, "and it's not spooky at all."
Burris laughed and said, "Did you think 'Mountain of No Return' means 'If you dare to come, you will never come back' or something?"
"Isn't it?"
"No. In fact, I didn't take the name 'Mountain of No Return'. Before I got this land, the townspeople in the distance had already called it that way. People say that this mountain forest is too beautiful, like a tempting Magic, when people walk in, they will be so fascinated that they don’t want to go home.”
"I see." Lot looked into the distance and nodded slightly. "It's nice to live here with you."
"Yeah..." The mage glanced at Lott, then quickly looked away. "Anyway, as long as you like it."
Lotte looked out the window with a smile on his face, as if indulging in the beautiful scenery; Boris looked down at the book and smiled secretly.
-END-