285, Chapter 285

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His hand was still on Heimos's shoulder, but Garlan no longer dared to move.

His mind was blank at this moment, leaving him at a loss.

The legs he originally raised to sit up felt like they were turned to stone.

Garlan didn't dare to move, but the man pressing on him couldn't help it after all.

The restless and almost painful feeling deep in his body made him unable to stop himself from wanting to touch the boy beneath him, who seemed to him the sweetest and most dangerous poison and the antidote that saved him from drowning.

Heimos leaned forward and wanted to kiss Garlan.

But Garlan seemed to be shocked by the strong aggression radiating from his body. As soon as he lowered his head, Garlan moved his head back a little.

In this way, you advance and I retreat.

Garlan's upper body, which had been raised a little, fell back onto the soft bed quilt.

Then, there is no retreat.

The man's kiss came down with a huge pressure, like a giant wolf biting its prey, using its strong body to imprison the prey beneath him, making it impossible to escape.

Although his wild eyes were full of desire for prey, this giant wolf was able to hold on to his instinctive desire to hunt. He seemed unwilling to gobble up the delicious food in front of him, but wanted to chew it slowly and slowly. , taste the delicious prey bit by bit and meticulously to every inch.

Suppressing his desire, he lowered his head and kissed Garlan's forehead tenderly.

Garlan blinked.

The slender and soft eyelashes gently touched the other person's brown chin, and then, the man's Adam's apple reflected in the young man's golden pupils squirmed again, as if he was swallowing something or suppressing something.

However, even so, Heimos still only kissed the young man's blinking eyes with a very light movement.

By the way, he gently licked away the water mark at the corner of Garlan's eyes.

Heymos' kisses fell continuously, but very lightly, on the corners of Garlan's eyes, cheeks, lips and chin.

It doesn't seem to be aggressive at all, just light pecks.

Thin and long.

Extremely gentle, like an endless drizzle, gently falling on Garlan's face.

Such a gentle kiss made the frightened boy's stiff and tense body relax little by little.

He stared at Heimos with wide eyes and his eyes gradually softened.

His hand was still on Heimos's shoulder, hesitating whether to push him away with force.

Although it was impossible to push the opponent away with his strength, Garlan knew that if he was resolute, Heimos would push him away.

Just when he was hesitating, Heimos raised his right hand and lifted a strand of messy blond hair in front of his eyes.

Garlan saw the palm of that hand, with scars crisscrossing it and the skin uneven.

When this hand lifted his forehead and caressed the side of his neck, the sensitive skin of his neck could clearly feel the rough marks on the other person's palm.

His heart suddenly softened.

Heimos lowered his head, and his forehead overlapped with his, intimately.

Garlan tried his best to ignore the hot feeling that seemed to be burning, and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes, the touch of the lips moving on his cheek became clearer.

The lips that had been pecking his cheek for a long time finally landed on his mouth. The tip of the other person's tongue parted his lips and penetrated them.

It was not as greedy and urgent as before, as if it robbed him of all his breath. This time, his lips were very gentle, with a lingering flow of water.

The soft and warm tip of the tongue licked his lips and the tips of his teeth little by little, reaching into the depths, over and over again, licking tenaciously and meticulously, almost to the point that his lips were almost numb.

However, even with such a gentle kiss, if it lasted too long, Gallan would still be a little out of breath.

He moved, trying to turn his head.

Heymos did not force his head down or chase him, but instead let go of his lips obediently.

The boy who turned his head was panting slightly, but Heimos, as if he didn't want to waste a second, kissed his side cheek, and followed his turning movement, and naturally slid his lips to his ear.

The cold thin lips covered the tips of the ears that had turned pink.

Almost as soon as he took it in his mouth, Heimos felt the tips of his ears tremble.

Like a frightened little animal, the tips of his ears twitching slightly seemed to pluck his heartstrings, making him feel itchy in his heart.

However, he had no intention of letting the other party go.

The tips of his teeth gently bite the tip of the ear, leaving bite marks on the tip of the other person's ear with gentle but irresistible force.

Like a black wolf trying to find the best place to bite.

"Heimos..."

The tips of the ears that were bitten and licked felt numb.

But there was a strange electric shock-like feeling oozing out of the numbness, which spread from the tips of the ears to the side of the neck.

Gallan, who felt a little unbearable, couldn't help but shout Heimos' name in a low voice.

Because he was suppressing the sound that he made because he couldn't tell whether it was discomfort or other feelings, it sounded soft, as if humming from the nose, and it inexplicably carried a hint of coquettishness or even pleading.

When Garlan heard it, he was stunned for a moment and felt that he couldn't listen anymore.

But before he could feel embarrassed, the originally slow man paused as he shouted.

Because the other person's mouth and nose were right next to his ear, he could clearly feel the other person's breathing that suddenly became rapid.

The tip of the ear that had been played with so wantonly by the other party was finally released. Before Garlan could even breathe a sigh of relief, the other party's lips had already moved.

Follow the base of his ears all the way down.

Kissing his jaw, the side of his neck, and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Because Garlan's clothes were loose, unknowingly, one side of his clothes slipped from his shoulders to the crook of his arms.

The skin on her slender shoulders was white and glowed with moisture under the light.

Her milky white skin was set off by her long blond hair spread on the bed.

The young man tilted his head, and the curve of his shoulder and neck that snaked down from his ears showed a graceful arc, like the side neck of a swan stretched out.

It's so beautiful that it seems like a masterpiece in the world.

It's so beautiful that it gives rise to an uncontrollable violent impulse.

That is a kind of bad nature lurking deep in the human heart.

As if he was bewitched, Heimos bit it down hard.

The sudden sting made Garlan shake his shoulders reflexively.

But the slight pain only lasted a moment, and the bitten neck was quickly released.

When Garlan trembled, Heimos immediately came back to his senses.

Looking at the clear tooth marks left by his bite on the fair skin, he felt annoyed and gently licked the tooth marks as if he wanted to apologize.

The man traced the marks he left little by little with the tip of his tongue, feeling the shallow indentations on the soft skin.

The action that was originally intended to appease the other party suddenly changed and turned into an action that wanted to leave a mark on the other party.

That kind of stubborn action, as if he wanted to penetrate his own saliva into the other person's body, made Garlan a little unbearable.

He raised his hand to push Heimos' head away from his neck.

Heimos raised his head.

His lips were thin and cold in tone.

But at this moment, his lips were moist, and when the light shone on them, they glowed with water.

The tip of his tongue licked from the corner of his lips.

Lined with the red corners of the eyes, the desire in the eyes gave people a sense of lust.

That look made Garlan's heart tighten.

The heart beat suddenly.

Seeing the glistening lips falling again, he panicked for no reason and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

His fingers pressed against Heimos' lips.

He was startled for a moment, and his fingertips suddenly retracted as if they were burned.

However, before he could retract, his hand was held by Heimos.

The charming atmosphere spread faintly in the room, making Garlan's mind confused, and he could only look at Heimos at a loss.

Heimos held his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed his fingers.

"Garlan."

A deep voice whispered his name.

It's obviously a familiar voice, but in this situation, it's a bit hoarse, but it inexplicably brings with it a special allure.

"Garlan..."

The man called his name softly.

One word, one word.

It was like a sound coming from the deepest part of his chest, low and deep, penetrating deep into his eardrums.

The moment Garlan was stunned, his thin lips were already holding his fingertips.

He could clearly feel the soft tongue wrapping around his fingertips.

An electric shock-like feeling came from the fingertips and spread to the entire arm in an instant.

The man licking his fingers stared at him for a moment.

A very aggressive look.

Like a wild beast staring at its prey.

The boy instinctively felt fear.

The little flame that was originally stirred up by the other party in his body suddenly cooled down.

The person in front of him is obviously so familiar, but at the moment he is also extremely strange.

His hand was put down, and the brown hand reached over, grasped the collar of his shoulder, and pulled gently.

The already loose clothes were peeled off by Heymos from his shoulders and slid down to the crook of his arms.

The man lowered his head, licked his shoulder with his tongue, and then took his collarbone in one bite.

The feeling of being hunted made the boy's chest tighten involuntarily.

The golden-red eyes were raised, staring from the bottom up.

With a burning passion that seemed to rob him of everything.

The desire seeping from that man's eyes surged toward him overwhelmingly, so much that it almost suffocated him.

It was so intense that he could hardly bear it.

The body is getting hotter and hotter, and the fear in my heart is getting bigger and bigger.

Heimos' lips lit up clusters of flames on his cheeks, shoulders and neck, like a blazing fire, and a strange feeling that he had never experienced before surged out of his body.

Garlan's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.

But that's not because of lust.

But fear.

The two of them were too close, and his bodies were so closely intertwined that he felt conflicted for no reason.

Feeling of confusion.

A sense of the unknown.

He couldn't suppress the trembling and unfamiliar feeling that surged through his body.

All this frightened him.

No……

He wanted to resist.

Garlan never thought that being in this man's arms would make him feel scared.

This should have been the most reassuring place in the world, but at this moment it became the place that frightened him.

Sure enough, he still couldn't——

Gritting his teeth and gathering strength, Garlan suddenly raised his hands and grabbed Heimos' shoulders. He turned around and wanted to tell Heimos to stop.

But as soon as he turned his head, a deep scar on the corner of his left eye on that handsome cheek came into view.

Garlan wanted to push away the opponent's hand and stop, and his voice trying to ask Heimos to stop was stuck in his throat.

He was lost for a moment.

The scenes he had experienced with this person in the past flashed through his mind.

After a while, Garlan took a deep breath.

His hand that originally wanted to push him away stretched forward and hugged Heimos' neck tightly.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to relax his tense body.

...not out of sympathy, not out of pity.

Just feel bad.

Because he felt sorry for the person in front of him, he wanted to try to accept the other person's desire even if his instinct was resisting.

…

His lips continued to linger on the tender skin of the boy's side neck, and Heymos's hand had already penetrated along the hem of the short robe.

His body was burning hot, and his mind was almost completely controlled by bottomless desire, leaving only an almost animalistic instinct.

The instinct of animal nature is to possess and plunder.

He wanted to completely control the slender body beneath him, then open it bit by bit, penetrate it, and make it completely his own.

Just like he had done countless times in his dreams.

Heymos' eyes seemed to be burning with fire, and even Garlan's obviously tense body and resisting movements were ignored by him.

He directly used his strength to hold Garlan tightly in his arms, making it impossible for him to break free from his restraints.

He had already felt that Garlan would resist, and he was even ready to force the boy to resist.

But at this moment, Garlan hugged him tightly.

The man who was on the verge of losing control was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously, Heimos raised his head and glanced at Garlan who suddenly hugged him tightly.

The boy closed his eyes tightly.

Because they were closed too tightly, the slender eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Garlan didn't say anything, nor did he push him away. Instead, he hugged him tightly.

The corners of his brows, eyes, and tense body all revealed his fearful mood at the moment.

Huimos paused for a moment, and then stopped all movements.

He lowered his eyes and hugged Garlan with both hands.

He raised his head and gently rubbed his chin against the soft blond hair scattered on the crook of his neck.

"Don't be afraid."

He coaxed the person in his arms softly.

"Just get here, that's all I'll do."

Heimos coaxed him for a while, and then Garlan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

The clear golden eyes were covered with a hazy layer of moisture.

"……real?"

The boy who looked up at him asked him in a low voice.

Like a little kitten that has been severely bullied, it looks pitiful, with a sense of grievance in its eyes.

Just looking at it makes people feel soft-hearted and loving.

I just want to pamper her well and protect her at the top of my heart, and I don't want to bully her again.

"Um."

Heimos lowered his head and stroked Garlan's cheek.

He said softly: "As long as you feel scared, I will do nothing."

He will feel bad.

He couldn't bear it.

Gallan hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I...I don't hate it, it's just..."

He paused for a long time, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

After a while, he whispered: "Can you wait a little longer?"

He said without confidence, "Maybe... it will take a little longer..."

"good."

Heimos said.

He smiled and kissed the forehead of the boy in front of him.

He will wait.

No matter how long you wait.

They still have a long time left.

They will be together in the days to come.