Perfume Journey

★Good boy's moral propaganda★

★This article is forbidden under the age of 18, please do not watch it if you are underage★

1.【TOUCHFORMEN／contact】

Top note: Orange, Violet

Middle Flavor: White Pepper, Cardamom

Aftertaste: oak, sandalwood

He always sits in the sunniest place in the reading area and flips the pages of the book quietly.The light transmitted from the large piece of glass smudged half of his body into bright colors, illuminating his subtle movements of chuckling silently and contemplating at times.

He has a handsome face.

The facial features are exquisite, the eyebrows are curved upwards, the reddish-brown short hair, pale skin and green eyes are all colors that can be seen everywhere, but they are lined with a pair of very beautiful eyes.

Once, briefly, the eyes met.He showed a shallow smile without panic, and then turned his eyes back to the book as if he had lost interest in people.

It is true that the eyes are the window to the soul. A person's personality can be seen from the eyes.

A pair of confident and firm eyes coated his whole body with a glamorous luster between looking and looking.

Fernand left an impression on the man in this way, at the moment of meeting with one glance.

Man today, very abnormal.

Fernand put down the book he was reading, and looked at him sitting directly opposite him openly, without any embarrassment that might be discovered.

——Because the man lay on the table for a long time, with his eyes closed, he had obviously fallen asleep.

This was not the man's usual routine.Even if he comes and goes as he pleases, he admires the man's good habit of always finishing at least one academic book that is difficult and boring just by looking at the title.

But today the man threw off his suit jacket, pulled out his chair, and fell down without reading half a book.

Fernand carefully looked at the man's clean and slender fingertips, continuing up to a French suit shirt with excellent texture, and the cuffs were pinned with seemingly expensive rose gold smoked quartz cufflinks.The man's hand was on the mobile phone, and the screen of the mobile phone began to flicker at about 01:30, and the man who was in a deep sleep did not notice it.

Looking at the beautiful hand, I saw the man slowly get up when the communicator flickered for a while, then cut back to the darkness as if giving up, opened his eyes that were not very clear, raised his wrist and looked at the time, his body was full of laziness .

From this moment on, Fernand was imagining.

The man raked his hair and dozed off again, only to be awakened by an urgent and suppressed call.

"Mr. Redmayne, I found you!" The visitor said anxiously, "The next meeting is about to start, please hurry up and prepare for the stage!"

"Understood, thank you for notifying." The man nodded and smiled lazily.The man unhurriedly lifted his suit jacket and draped it over his shoulders, and left with the visitors. The only thing that reflected the urgency of time was the mobile phone left on the table that should not be forgotten.

Fernand watched the interaction between the two without any trace until they left, and he picked up the phone.

Flip things in the palm of your hand, well-known smartphone brand, black matte matte metal craft texture and sliding keyboard.It is very simple, but also very business-like. Generally, students will not buy this kind of high-priced mobile phone that looks expensive but shows off.

Redmayne...

With a smile on his face, Fernand pressed the phone under the open book, waiting for the man to find him again.

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Roy walked all the way from the conference venue to the library, looking around leisurely with the mentality that no one would die anyway.

After the meeting he reported on, he habitually wanted to check the itinerary. He turned left and right, from the pocket of his trousers to the inner pocket of his jacket, but he couldn't find the mobile phone he should have carried with him.

If it is gone, although it will not die, it will be a little troublesome.Everything about the itinerary is fine, but the most important thing is the contact information inside. It is a big project to collect all the information and enter it into the new machine.

Trying to recall the last time he saw it, Roy stopped by the seat where he had just fallen asleep, which was the most likely place to find it, but there was nothing similar on the table, only a familiar man sitting opposite Book.

Roy recognized him, and he often saw him in this reading area, and it was not uncommon for him to sit at the same table.But just like every day when he passes by the newsstand on the corner of the street to buy a newspaper, he will recognize each other with the owner of the newsstand after a long time. Maybe he is a little more familiar with the owner of the newsstand because Roy has never talked to him.

Take a few steps closer to the other party, intending to speak.Apparently today would be their first conversation - after all he was the one most likely to have seen the missing phone.

Seeing the man who left a few hours ago approaching, Fernand smiled silently. Before the owner asked, he said, "Looking for something?" How interesting, the man still has a kind of calmness even though he lost something important. grace.

"Oh... yes, did you see a black mobile phone? It's about this big." After comparing the size, if Roy can't find it here, he plans to go to despair and buy a new one, but the other party magically He took out a familiar object from under the book and handed it over.

"Seeing that you forgot to take it away, I will keep it temporarily. I wanted to say that if you don't come back, I will hand it over to the lost and found at the counter."

"Thank you, it was a great help." Putting away the lost and recovered mobile phone, he stretched out his hand. "Ronald Redmayne."

When Fernand touched Roy's outstretched hand, the force was very light, and the fingertips slid across the inside of the wrist with light force.Then hold it, forcefully—the tone of the voice is deliberately lowered as if it has a special meaning.

"Fernand Fabregas."

Roy didn't ignore the itchy moment that brushed against his hand.Meeting the other person's gaze, he raised one corner of his lips with a loose and provocative smile.

"Nice to meet you..." Roy leaned forward and said, prolonging the ending, withdrawing his hand as if he didn't feel anything, dropped the next sentence, turned and left. "Then, let's talk when we have time."

The naturally depressing whispers in the reading room were mixed with the gentle and steady aroma of sandalwood, which rushed into Fernand's perception the moment Roy leaned closer.

If one ignored the staring eyes and playboy smile, Fernand might mistake him for being polite and harmless, just like the gentle and elegant perfume a man puts on.However, the tone of Roy's previous sentence and the next sentence switched so quickly and ruthlessly, giving no chance to react.

The thin lips rose into a playful arc, watching the person who left turn around and walk into the bathroom.

He followed.

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Roy took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water droplets on his hands, and the large mirror reflected the figures of two men.

Raising his gaze slightly, his eyes meet in the mirror.He hadn't forgotten enough to turn around and forget the name of the person who introduced himself less than 5 minutes ago. Fernand Fabregas was standing behind him at the moment, staring at him with eyes that he didn't understand. In other words, it is him in the mirror.

"Mr. Redmayne."

"Hmm." Slowly folded the handkerchief and put it in the pocket of the tea-gray suit jacket, waiting for someone to automatically answer.Politely, he shouldn't show such an attitude to the person who returned his lost property, but trying to pick him up is another matter.The other party's attitude was obvious, so Roy decided that Fernand had to follow the rules he set.

"Are you 'free' now?" Fernand said, sticking to Roy's back, the intimacy was taken for granted.The material of the tailored suit was excellent, but he was more interested in what was underneath it.

The pair of wrists that violated his body were wrapped around his waist, and his movements were gentle.

Roy's decision to push or not is intuitive, direct and quick.Fernand's movements were not fast enough for him to wring off those hands in the first place, and Roy did not deny that Fernand was good-looking, which was definitely the reason why he didn't do it.

So he calmly let others ring, with the meaning of watching with cold eyes.

Being so close, I found that the other party was taller than myself.

...should be less than two inches.He estimated in his heart that at this moment, he seriously saw Fernand's appearance in his eyes.

He is not like an American, and he is easily recognizable from his temperament.

Eyes that look like the depths of the sea and night, and thin black hair that is about shoulder length.Skin tone is light honey after sun exposure.

The body against the back is quite rigid; the speech has a special accent, which sounds like the accent of a native speaker of a Latin-based language.Maybe it was an immigrant or an overseas student. He guessed that Fernand might be from Southern Europe, but he didn't ask.

After all, that problem is not as important as the suit jacket that I have been picked up now.

The temperature of his palms was ironed on his body through the thin shirt, and Roy suppressed the urge to laugh. Except in gay bars where he was clearly looking for a one-night stand or simply wanted to have fun, he had rarely encountered such a direct tease.

Roy pulled Fernand's hand away from his waist, and turned to meet his eyes, no longer just meeting the eyes in the mirror.

"If the topic you want to talk to me is stimulating, challenging, or interesting, etc., I'm available; otherwise, I can only say sorry." He deliberately put his hands on the sink behind him, with an arrogant attitude, but did not waver express a clear refusal.

"I think it's quite exciting." Whispered against Roy's cheek, he stuck it on again with tenacity, and reached into the unbuttoned suit jacket to caress freely.The red hair is soft, and the tips are stained with gentle sandalwood.The pungent taste of white pepper emerges clearly and clearly from the masculine and calm woody notes, no longer looming.

Fingertips are rubbing on the slightly concave line in the center of the back, and the delicate and close-fitting shirt clearly outlines the figure.The texture of the lower back is warm and soft, with strength.This is not a man who can be described as slender, even if he wears a suit and tie, and puts on the arrogance of an intellectual elite.

Fernand looked into those green eyes, there was no warmth in them, only scrutiny, and a cold smile without any meaning on the corners of his lips.

"Your stimulation means... like this? Simple sexual harassment?" Roy tilted his head, neither dodging nor avoiding, as if staying out of the matter.

"there are more."

Fernand's hand slid onto the suit pants, rubbing the most vulnerable part of the man.

Deliberately and inadvertently.

Roy lowered his eyes, and his voice was very soft. "Prove it to me."

There was a small rattling sound of metal.Roy watched as Fernand flicked off the belt buckle and unzipped the zipper, neither accommodating nor refusing.

"Very happy." Pushing away the obstructing cloth, Fernand caressed his obviously erect penis.This is the best reaction, it shows that he wants it too.

Kneeling in front of Roy, he put the soft and warm pouch in his palm and slowly rubbed it, and it was no surprise that the bloodshot male symbol became more excited.He slowed down his pace, encircled the other party and moved gently, his lips covered the fiery shaft, and kissed and licked on the side.

The smell of men elicited greedy lust, and Fernand felt himself erect.Sheer desire is more intolerable than anything.Taking Roy's cock in, he sucked deeper as he heard a slight gasp from above as he sucked on the tip.

"God, this is the library..." Roy's moral conscience woke up a bit late, but to be honest, when his crotch was grabbed and dragged close, all of which were contained, his low protest a second ago was immediately thrown away go aside.

Place?whatever.

"Oh, that's great." Roy sighed happily as he sucked his cock in his wet mouth.Tried to say something, but the words sounded like a happy grunt coming from his throat.

"Damn, your mouth is awesome." His voice was broken due to panting, "...yes, that's right there." He grabbed Fernand's hair, swung his waist, and pumped into the opponent's mouth impatiently.

The man's swollen cock filled his mouth, hot, fishy, ​​and sexy.Fernand's desire for this man was so strong that he was achingly hard.

He wanted to see the way the man lost control because of his orgasm.This thought circled in his mind, he hugged Roy's buttocks with his hands and kneaded, sucking the thick penis that was gradually secreting semen to the bottom.

"I'm going to cum," he said tremblingly, out of breath, "suck me hard."

Fernand complied without objection, sucking vigorously on the blunt tip.He heard Roy moan hoarsely, almost silently, and his fingers grabbed him unconsciously.

With pleasure and anticipation, he swallowed the body fluid poured into his mouth, and greedily licked the small hole that kept coming out.The staccato breathing sound from above gradually stabilized, and he nibbled on the hot cock lightly, sliding the tip of his tongue across the indentation from the top, sucking out the last bit of cum.

Roy groaned, shaking from his last move, barely able to stand.

Fernand let go of the cock after orgasm, and leaned forward again, licking away all the greasy liquid on it.

"Stop, that's enough..." Roy said after a while, and Fang's slightly relaxed breathing almost made it impossible for him to finish a word properly.

"Are you satisfied?" Look up and lick the lower abdomen with obvious texture. Looking up from the bottom, the half-open suit vest and shirt make people just want to pull it apart. The fingertips trace the texture of the suit trousers, and the texture of the high-end fabric is heavier. desire.

It's definitely exciting enough to have sex here, but it's not a good place.Fernand thought, oral sex is one thing, this man may not obediently take off his trousers here and let him press it on the sink to do it.

Roy's fingers left Fernand's hair, slid across his jaw, and wiped off the milky white liquid on his lips with his fingertips, speaking in a slow tone. "...Damn satisfaction." Even the cleaning service was erotic.

He licked his fingertips, the obvious white pepper.

Roy squinted his eyes to enjoy the wet touch of the soft tongue rolling over his fingers, and there was no trace of lust in his beautiful green eyes.

Strong self-control, Fernand thought.Nor did he think he could see any hint of shame, guilt, or any sense of morality in those green eyes.He zipped Roy up, clinging to his feet.

"Then what will you give in return to those who provide pleasure?"

"More than that." Roy hooked Fernand's neck, and used his crotch to push against the other's hard desire that had not vented.Reciprocity, he thought sarcastically, "You understand."

"Of course..." Fernand pressed Roy's hips, making each other's lower bodies rub against each other.

"Oh, not today." Roy pulled his lips into an arrogant arc, pushed him away, and clearly saw the reluctance of the other party when he let go.

"What a pity," he said.

"I think so too." Adjusting the metal buckle of the belt, buttoning the suit vest, and adjusting the coat, I noticed that the shirt was a little uneven after a while.Roy shrugged, thinking that this blemish could be easily concealed.After confirming that everything looks normal, Roy said lightly before leaving the bathroom, "Very nice, thank you."

Fernand exhaled, not missing the man's every move before he left.

A man who understands the rules of pleasure better than anyone else, will not be confused by desire, and controls everything rationally...

He licks his upper lip.

Waiting makes the game more fun, especially with tough opponents.