It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The boy was lying on his back on the black and white keys, his body was pressed on the keys, and his right hand was held on the keys on the other end by Troll's cross fingers. The depressed keys emit a long beep, and different notes are intertwined, and the notes are disordered.

The soft light black hair was scattered on the snow-white piano. Looking up at the teenager's eyes, the dark eyes looked like black pearls immersed in the spring, exuding a warm and clear luster. He looked at the admiral's eyes clear and innocent, like a dumb little animal that fell into the claws and still did not understand.

But partial birth is that innocent, making the beast staring at its prey even more hungry.

There was a flame burning in the throat, and the throat was so thirsty and painful that only the swallowing prey with the bones of the bones in it could ease the terrible desire.

The flame seemed to ignite at the fingertips. The fingers could feel the tender skin exposed on the waist of the teenager underneath. The warm touch penetrated the fingertips, like passing a little flame into the blood. The blood vessels quickly burned the blood of the whole body, and the fire burned all the internal organs.

Troll stared at the young man under his eyes, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a small flame could be seen burning in the dark blue pupil, exuding a dangerous breath.

He lowered his head and kissed Mute's lips again. His body rested on Mute, relying on his body pressure to force the boy overwhelmingly and forced him to lie back on the piano.

His fingers tightened on Mute's waist. The teenager's waist was very thin, without any fat, soft, and without any muscle. The soft touch when I held it was endless. His fingers began to slide involuntarily around the naked waist, and then kneaded even more dissatisfied.

Almost at the same instant, he felt the boy's body tremble a little.

Mute lifted his face slightly, letting the two lips intertwined slightly, making a subtle sound.

"itch."

The boy in his arms made a soft, kitten-like voice, "Don't touch it."

As soon as Mute raised his head, Troll didn't catch up and continued to kiss his lips, but instead slid down Mute's chin, and when Mute finished saying that, his lips had bitten gently A look at the skin on the teenager's side neck.

The juvenile's neck is slightly thinner and has a very beautiful arc. The skin is soft and delicate, and if you get close, you can still see the traces of small fluff. The admiral bit his skin almost in fascination, watching the red marks appear on his bite.

As soon as Mute talked, he bit his side of the neck, and the voice was a bit vague.

He said, "Where?"

He said, touching his bare waist with his fingers.

There was a thin layer of cocoon on the abdomen of his fingers, which could not be seen in detail, but it seemed rougher when he touched the soft skin. The itchy feeling made Mute instinctively struggle again.

"Itchy." As the boy struggled, the key he was holding under him shook a few times and made a series of sounds, and his small voice was buried in a sudden, making it hard to hear.

In fact, the admiral heard it, but pretended not to hear it. His fingertips continued to linger on the exposed skin of Mute's waist, and his lips slowly moved from the side neck to the middle.

"Major general."

The teenager was still talking, and seemed to have no strength. His voice was soft and soft, sounding like a coquettish, and Mute's left hand covered the general's hand downwards, as if trying to grab his hand. Let him stop touching it.

But just as Mute's hand had just grabbed Troll's right hand on his waist, the admiral's side cheeks had been deeply buried in his neck socket, biting the boy's tiny throat knot.

A whimper leaked from his throat, and Mute's entire body tightened. It was a biological instinct. The most vulnerable place was the instinctive reaction controlled by others-bitten in the throat knot. For a moment, all the hairs were erected in an instant, and the muscles of the whole body were involuntarily tightened.

The soft tip of the tongue licked at the tiny throat with a light force.

Like an electric shock, the strange feeling of scalp numbness and full body like an electric current penetrated the whole body instantly, making Mute's body shake violently.

He originally only held the admiral's hand while his body was shaking, his fingers unconsciously clasped the back of the other's hand, and a sense of inexplicable fear poured out from the bottom of his heart.

That wasn't the end. At that moment, it seemed that the throat knot, which had concentrated all his sensations and was extremely sensitive, was licked again.

The boy staggered again. He wanted to retract his body, but was blocked by the piano behind him. The feeling of being unable to tell whether it was pain or happiness had left his mind blank at this moment.

The admiral also licked that place with his throat knot firmly. With each lick, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the corners of his eyes were forced to become a little red, showing a little Water light.

The uncomfortable and numb feeling made him panic and couldn't help but start struggling. He whispered to the major general, making a weak sobbing sound like a newborn cub.

The sound was the biggest catalyst.

I want to hear more such calls to him, I want to hear his name crying.

Weeping to a nearly wailing sound.

I want the slender body to tremble in my arms, I want to see the black eyes with tears reflecting his figure ... I want the crying voice to cry out his name ...

…………

As soon as I think about it, the young admiral feels that the body is hurting, the pain that seems to penetrate a little bit from the deepest part of the body spreads all over the internal organs, and even the bone marrow is hurting, hurting him Breathing hastened.

He looked up, and tightly blocked the boy's lips under him.

His hand went up the soft waist and slid back into the boy's loose clothes. His fingertips had touched the sunken mark on the top of the groin below the back waist--

The general's hand paused, and he was awake a little bit with red eyes burning with desire.

He slid into the back of Mute's clothes, his hands quickly moved a little distance up, and then rubbed hard. His fingertips clearly touched the traces of the boy's back, and he could feel him. The teenager in his arms shook as he rubbed his fingers on the mark.

Obviously it hurts.

He immediately came to his senses, immediately got up, reached out and pulled Mute from the piano, grabbed Mute to pick up the clothes on the back and looked at the back.

At a glance, you can see the trace of the large block on the back of Mute being struck by the keys, and some places are faintly blue.

Seeing a large swath of bruise on Mute's back, Troll's eyes were cold.

"Why not?"

He said that his voice had cooled down, that is, the chilling voice covered up the annoyance in his tone.

He pressed his hand against the bruise on Mute's back and rubbed it with a bit of force.

Hearing the coldness in the admiral's words, Mute didn't answer. He just leaned nicely into the admiral's arms and let the other party rub the bruises on his back. He wrapped his arms around the admiral's waist, his cheeks clinging tightly to each other's chest.

"pain."

He held the admiral against his chest and whispered, his voice soft and soft, as if coquettish.

That 'pain' made people's hearts soft.

The general's hand paused.

He said, "Well."

He murmured so lowly, and tightened the boy in his arms, his ummer was like a stream of water melting, extremely soft.

…………

[You have the genes of the first emperor. 】

So what am I?

[Does the legendary first emperor really exist? 】

If not, what is my presence?

For so many years, he has been pursuing the so-called truth at all costs and desperately.

But in the end, he didn't know if the truth he was looking for was true.

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 wanted to feel the only truth in his arms, so he almost lost control.

At that time, Mute didn't push him away and didn't stop him because he felt his confusion.

...

The boy in his arms embraced his waist, his cheeks pressed against his chest, as if listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"reason?"

Mute said with a smile.

"I'm very good at this kind of philosophical question. There are many answers. I'll tell you one by one. Listen, I'll tell you some nifty points."

Thinking for a moment, Mute spoke.

"You were born to unify this universe."

Admiral: "........."

"Don't like it? Then I change it. You were born as a man destined to become emperor. How about this?"

Admiral: "..............."

"Not yet? Can you be born to make the world feel beautiful?"

"........."

Troll deeply thought about himself who wanted to get an answer from Mute, shook his head, and then patted the young man's head in his arms, begging the other party to stop.

The bruise on the back has to be treated with a therapy device.

He thought so, looking down at the man in his arms.

Mute, who had his face on his chest, looked up at him at this time.

The two eyes were opposite.

"Major general."

The boy's dark eyes looking up at him looked at Ait, and his pupils seemed to be shining bright at this moment.

"You were born to meet me."

Mute stared at his eyes, his bright night pupils, clearly reflecting his face.

The teenager said, "OK?"

The sound of a beating heart can be heard in the quiet air, and the fusion of eyes makes the world seem silent at this moment.

"it is good."

The black major replied.

He looked at the boy, who was so gentle and almost heartbreaking, like the tenderness of a falling kiss.

…………

I was born in this world.

To kiss your lips.

I was born in this world.

To embrace you.

For you.

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