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★

2. [Dunhill Pursuit / Persistence]

Top notes: grapefruit, bergamot, mandarin

Middle Notes: Okra Seeds, Cinnamon, Cardamom, Pepper, Lavender

Aftertaste: Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Vanilla, Vertigo Vanilla, Patchouli

The reading area in the afternoon is very quiet.

The time sequence enters September, and the air-conditioning in the library is still running all year round as if the electricity bill is very cheap.

Of course Roy knew that this was for the sake of preserving the books, so he never complained about it, and only resigned himself to his fate to put on a thin coat and move around indoors.

The aisle space is not wide, and the pure white linen coat brushed against the table as he walked forward, and there was a sudden feeling of something being caught, which was fleeting.

Roy continued to walk forward with the book he had finished reading. The corners of his lips raised a little and quickly disappeared without looking down.

He knew that it was Fernand who was sitting on that table and chair hooking his coat.

It's only for a moment, and never stay too much, and the contact seems to be absent.

The seemingly invisible communication began one day in June.

He put the books into the book cart and stood there for a while in front of the bookshelf.His eyes scanned the backs of the books, and he was distracted by the titles.

Roy didn't understand when it turned into such an exchange.

After that day, he still came to the reading area at random frequency, found an empty seat to sit down, and took out a few books to read; his time was always limited, maybe he had an appointment with someone, maybe he was busy talking Business, he often leaves in a hurry without having time to say hello to anyone - if he sees someone he knows.

It is not easy to say hello in the reading area where almost everyone is buried in the book. It is often necessary to match the right time, place and people. It only takes a few seconds to separate the eyes, and usually those few seconds may not happen.

Roy knew he wasn't enthusiastic.At least it's not a personality that knows that other people are reading, and just runs to disturb it just to say "I'll go first and see you later".So when he came, he didn't say anything in particular when he saw someone, and he didn't make any noise when he went.

What's more, both of them knew that it was just a game of what you want and what you want, and the two of them didn't have much friendship, and there wouldn't be much intersection, if there wasn't some small accident.

The accident happened on a hurried afternoon, so small that it was almost insignificant.

He was still holding a book and walking through the not-so-spacious aisle space, his thin flaxen coat fluttering with his steps.He kept his eyes straight ahead, not noticing the tiny obstructions as the fabric fluttered past the table.Sometimes it is an eraser, sometimes it is a pen, and sometimes it is a book that the user has piled up on the table.

Suddenly there was a force pulling him back, the force was not strong, as if his clothes were caught by something.

"Hey?"

What was holding him was a pen, and the moment it was picked up by accident, it wrapped around the edge of the flying coat.

"Ah, sorry."

The owner of the pen obviously didn't expect to cause this accident, and while apologizing, he wanted to separate the clothes from the pen.

"It's okay," he said, pulling off his jacket to untangle the two.

Fernand was a little surprised when he looked up, but he quickly laughed.

"It turns out that this will stop you in your tracks."

"Looking for me?"

"It's just that every time I see you, I come and go so fast that I don't even have time to say hello."

"I've been busy recently." The pen was replaced by a finger hooking the corner of the clothes. Roy stared sideways at the hand for a long time before moving his gaze up the fingertips.

"You know what? I'm waiting for a payback, how long do you think that person will be in arrears?"

"...Well, I'm too busy, it's hard to say." He raised his wrist to look at his watch. If possible, he also wanted to have a good time, without time limit.Roy bent over and stroked Fernand's cheek with his thumb slowly, as if soothing, lazy and skilled.

"I think that person doesn't mind if you earn some interest."

Then from this day on, they communicated a little more, going and returning on the aisle.

Roy walked out from the rows of bookshelves, walked through the aisle again, and saw Fernand writing something with his head down.

He stroked Fernand's shoulder, gently, as if saying "I want to go first".

No need to wait for any reaction, just move on, as it has been for the past two months.

Roy didn't see that Fernand would look up at his back for a few seconds when he brushed against Fernand's shoulder, and Fernand would not know that Roy would smile when he felt the fleeting pressure on his coat. .

They all still remember the "payback" owed.

■

The touch on the shoulder was very light, and Fernand turned his eyes away from the notes, and stared at the back figure that was pulling away with steady steps.

Don't look back.

He saw the back of the man leaving countless times, with a correct posture and a straight back, and there was never anything that could delay the man's footsteps.Fernand could also guess that the man must be looking straight ahead without any hesitation.

He only saw polite indifference in those eyes, emerald green color like jewels, cold and inorganic like jewels...Just like now, the man took the book and left without giving anyone extra nostalgia, not even a glance.

He always doubts whether there is something that a man can really put into his eyes and enter his heart.

After the man left, Fernand packed up his things and hung his backpack on one shoulder.Most of the time, the time when he and the man left will not be too different, but if he doesn't say anything, the man never has the intention of asking or staying.

As soon as he stepped out of the library door, he saw a man talking with someone not far diagonally in front of him. The other party was an oriental girl. He couldn't tell which country he was from, and all oriental people looked the same.Short and malnourished was his first impression of the girl, and nothing more.

The girl patted the man's arm, signaling the man to look in his direction.The man glanced at him, pulled out a smile, and then turned his attention back to the girl.Guessing from the small conversations coming from their side, the topic seemed to shift to him for a moment.

Fernand stood aside with arms folded, watching the interaction between the two with cold eyes.Perhaps the description of her impression could be described with sensitivity, Fernand thought, although he didn't know why she saw him.

She stretched out her hand to the man and gave him a gentle hug; while the man leaned over and kissed the girl's cheek with a shallow and soft smile.

"You promised Luo," she waved goodbye and walked a few steps before she turned and shouted at him as if she had thought of something, "Don't forget next weekend!"

"I'll make time especially for you," the man said, in a voice she could hear, softly.

Roy's expression gradually faded after the girl left, and he walked towards him, just like usual, indifferent and polite, without much emotion on his face. "I thought you were still studying hard."

Fernand, with his hands in his jeans pockets, knew the look was irrelevant, that the girl was special, that's all.He was very disapproving, if it was a buxom blond beauty--the type that most straight men would like--and didn't know what to do with the short, malnourished little girl.

"No matter how serious you are, you have to eat." He said, his low and steady voice covered up his inner thoughts.He was too lazy to guess, this man standing in front of him was more meaningful than any unproven inference.

"How about having dinner together?"

"Only dinner?" Before squinting his eyes and leaning forward, Fernand smelled a residual fragrance on his body. Lily of the valley and cedar mixed into a hazy floral fragrance. It was clear and quiet, but it should not be the smell that should appear on a man.He has a strikingly strong presence and should be more worldly, more graceful and poised….

Roy laughed, warm fingertips caressed his chest and lifted Fernand's chin; the person being teased was not to be outdone, his hands slid across Roy's abdomen like snakes and wrapped around his waist.

"It could be more," he said, his voice soft and caressing, his air arrogant.

It is almost necessary to stick together to distinguish the fragrance of bergamot on Roy's body. The pungent citrus smell is more like the man Fernand knows than the lily.

like now.

■

Roy parked the car under an old apartment building with a history of 50 years. The white brick walls imitating Manhattan buildings faded to a dull gray-white with the years. "here?"

"That's right. Today's dinner was very enjoyable, thank you." Fernand paused inexplicably before opening the car door as he loosened his seat belt, "Although I really want to invite you to come and sit..."

"Um?"

"You might like a more romantic place."

Roy turned his head to stare at Fernand, maybe a few seconds, maybe longer, during that silence, Fernand grinned, grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.Grabbing his chin and forcing him to open his mouth, he poked into his mouth and licked it, without asking or inviting, blocked his lips with an aggressive kiss, biting and biting with a strong desire for male dominance.

This obvious provocation almost irritated him.

Grabbing Fernand's collar and pulling it away, Roy didn't know what was wrong with him. He grabbed Fernand's collar and looked like he was about to do something at any time. He stared at him for a while before breaking the silence, "...how do you feel?"

"It tastes good, but unfortunately there is no reaction." Fernand licked his lower lip with a shameless look that was still unfinished, and his hands were still hanging on him, of course not in a peaceful manner.

"Very good." Squeezed out the answer through the gap between the teeth in a high spirited manner, and pulled the person towards him fiercely, and then moved closer.

He sucked kisses slowly on his lips, Fernand tried to speed up, but his tongue was suppressed by him.Roy's lips were soft, and there was a taste of abstinence when he suppressed his initiative, but when he curled his tongue in his mouth... quite erotic.

Fernand was a little dissatisfied.Of course he liked the kiss, he was dissatisfied that he couldn't control it in other people's hands, and it made his heart itch with such a slow tease.Fernandra opened the hem of Roy's clothes, directly touching the warm skin, moving up her lower abdomen, rubbing her firm chest muscles.

The sensitive area on his chest was kneaded, and Roy took a short breath. He could no longer maintain the initial slow teasing. He kissed him heavily and touched him eagerly. All his actions had the purpose of provoking lust.

Fernand almost happily cooperated with his request, and pulled the person towards him so hard that his upper body almost stuck together.

Neither party is willing to be passive, just like wrestling with each other, licking and grinding on the lips, and deeply entangled in each other's mouths.

The heartbeat was rapid, and the kisses exchanged were deep and greedy. As long as one party slowed down a bit, the other party would immediately close in dissatisfaction, making people breathless.If it weren't for a gear lever seat in the middle, they would probably step on each other and tear each other's clothes right away-it depends on who moves first.

Craving works both ways.Reluctantly, they parted, licking their moist lips, and stepped down so hard that they had to find a way to vent.

"In the car... or upstairs?" Their foreheads were pressed together, they looked at each other, and the simple question was caught in discontinuous panting.

"Upstairs," he said, pulling Fernand's shirt out of the way.

Before the car stopped, Fernand touched Roy's trousers with his hand. Roy suppressed his panting, pulled his unruly hand and pushed him out of the car, and fell on the high-end car door that didn't need to be closed forcefully to face him. After walking, he was immediately grabbed and pressed against the door of the apartment, followed by another almost suffocating kiss.

They stumbled up the stairs and tripped over each other a few times, and the mere act of opening the door was made infinitely long by kisses and caresses.

There was no room for conversation when they walked into the room, they kissed, hugged, and ripped off each other's clothes.Kissing each other feels insane, and skin-to-skin feels damn good.Roy caressed the back muscles near Fernand's shoulder blades, slid over the obvious depression at the waist and pressed hard in his direction, offsetting his burning desire.Not enough, not close enough, even if there is no gap in the lower abdomen that is tightly attached.

Fernand follows the line of his jaw from his lips, throat, collarbone and chest, mixed with cedar and patchouli in thin sweat.He licked and bit all the way down, sucking and stroking the elastic skin to his heart's content, watching Roy grunt and pant, his breathing messed up with desire.

Pressing the man into the bed sheet with his body weight, Fernand buried himself in him forcefully, seeing Roy's pained and joyful expression, he found that he was also eager.

Roy stretched out his hand, stroking his chin with his fingertips and slowly sliding it to his neck, showing a faint smile; Fernand looked at those green eyes full of pleasure and pleasure, clearly in control of himself, but was caught by the man under him The act of actively twisting his waist to enjoy was forced to leave no room for it.

Men's instincts are rough.Fernand pulled out and pushed it hard to the bottom. Hearing his moans when he couldn't bear it and the trembling when he climaxed, Fernand quickly reached the limit. He grabbed Roy's waist and buried him to the deepest part, feeling a strong pleasure Almost took all his consciousness.

It took him a while to realize that he had been staring at the contented face of the man under him after orgasm. Fernand knew that it was not an adjective suitable for Roy, but he still felt that Roy at this time was very gorgeous.He leaned over to kiss him, but he didn't intend to withdraw from his body, and slowly pumped it with endless desire.

"Hmm..." Roy closed his eyes and snorted softly, lifted the legs that were resting on both sides of Fernand's waist, bumped into his arm, and stopped the voice lazily. "Stop moving."

"You need to cultivate the good habit of looking at the other person when you talk." I deliberately stretched the long legs further forward, and heard a groan from the man under him.

Roy opened his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath.He was lying on his back on the edge of the bed, with almost half of his head hanging outside the bed. This was really not a good position to put effort into, but he still tried his best to ignore the feeling of his genitals rubbing against his body. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fernand, "Is my current The posture seems to be convenient to see you?"

"It's my fault," he clasped Roy's waist and dragged him onto the bed - of course towards himself - and submerged all his penis into the narrow tunnel, sighing comfortably.Leaning over to hold Roy's face with both hands, he said with a low smile, "Is it more convenient now?"

"Bastard, take it out for me...!" Lourou panted as if suppressing something, and instantly tensed her body to clamp the hard and hot objects in her body even tighter. The command sentences that are usually spoken with great momentum are here There is some lack of confidence at the moment.

Being squeezed like this, Fernand couldn't help taking a breath, and buried his face in his shoulder. "Obviously you won't let me go..."

He frowned slightly, and delivered an ultimatum in a lazy tone. "I don't really like kicking people out of bed, it ruins my image."

Taking the opportunity to bite on the neck, "It's too much, this is my bed."

"Oh," Roy sighed and laughed, letting the broken kiss with slight pain fall on his neck, resting his hands on Fernand's upper arm to figure out when it would be a good time to push away, "You're on top of me."

"That's right." Fernand decided not to be too obedient, turned over and left, and instead lay on his side beside Roy, resting his forehead with one hand, and brushing away the hair sticking to his forehead with the other hand, generously Fang took a closer look at the man lying beside him.

Roy spread out his beautiful body, allowing others to look at him without twitching at all. His muscles are obvious, but they are not as sharp and blunt as those trained in the gym. They are strong and full of strength.

Swiping across the abdomen that was soft due to the relaxation of the body, the fingertips slid to the sweaty chest and gently rubbed.When he was dressed, he looked like an intellectual, the kind of pious high-level intellectual elite; when he took off his clothes, the indifference in his demeanor turned into a slut.Of course, it is definitely not a moralist who can be blown by the first conversation and don't care about how it turns into sex in the end.

"What are you looking at?" She raised her eyebrows, her expression still exudes an erotic aftertaste, and there is still some confusion in the eyes that have regained clarity, which looks extraordinarily sexy.

"It's a pity." He continued before Roy raised his eyebrows higher, stroking the elastic skin under his palm, lingering on the smooth waistline. "Such a beautiful body, it should be more cost-effective to charge more interest."

Roy snorted softly, "Your interest rate is really high." He glanced at Fernand lightly, and hooked the neck of the man who was leaning over him, with a vague sense of seduction. "However, it's not like I didn't earn..." He raised his head and kissed Fernand gently on the lips, playing with the protrusion on his chest.

The kiss on the corner of his lips was soft and provocative. Fernand moaned, and his lower body immediately erected uncontrollably.He hugged him hard, turned his head and sucked the automatically wrapped tongue, stroked his hands all the way from his waist to his firm buttocks, and opened the buttocks to explore the slippery hole.

Roy bit his lower lip, neither light nor heavy, and then pushed the man away forcefully. Seeing Fernand's dissatisfied expression that his movements were interrupted, he propped up his body with one hand, pinched his chin and said frivolously, with a smile on his face. Full of malice. "You have so much energy, boy, I need a break."

"I don't think you are much older than me." Fernand threw himself on Roy who turned over and was about to escape. Fernand would not give up so easily.What's more, Roy's words didn't sound like rejection.

"Hey, I think it should be a lot..." Not being crushed but almost being crushed on the bed, Roy half-raised his body and elbowed the person behind him. Put it on the inner thigh where the rough penis rubbed.

Like a python wrapping its prey tightly, fingers slid into the seam of the buttocks, gently rubbing the closed folds.Fernand lowered his head, chuckled and exhaled in his ear, "It's so tight again, obviously it's no stranger..." Slowly massaging the red and swollen acupuncture points, "Not often?"

To be precise, it is fucking super rarely used.Needless to say, women are always posted by the younger brother at other times, and the chances of him using it later are so rare that they can be counted on one hand.But Roy was not stupid enough to say it, and rolled his eyes: "I want to be fucked more by me."

"Of course, I'm so excited about this size." Licking and kissing the smooth nape of his neck, he turned to the subject of the discussion, squeezed the soft and heavy testicles with his palm, and began to entangle the swollen back and It is a thick, long and huge column that is comparable to itself.

"Welcome." After being served comfortably, he unknowingly changed into a side-lying and half-leaning posture on Fernand's body. He snorted softly, deliberately ignoring the fiery erection rubbing between his legs, lazily say.

"There is a chance." He kept kissing his earlobe and neck, his voice shrouded in desire was hoarse, his rough hands rubbed against the smooth shaft, and pressed the wet depression at the top, listening to the man in front of him spitting out heavy and broken pieces gasp.

Men are never teased, let alone he has no intention of refusing.

Covering Fernand's hands together, no one knows better than himself when to increase the force.A burst of pleasure swept over the senses, and the semen kept overflowing, staining the interlaced fingers of the two.

Fingertips, palms, and the greasy liquid that slid down the inside of the wrist were all licked and swallowed by Fernand.Half-absorbed, he looked sideways at his wrist being grabbed and licked.It was difficult for Roy to tell who was teasing whom... From the beginning to the present.

"You're so sexy." Fernand sat up on his knees, and opened his legs before he fully recovered. His hard desire squeezed open the hole and drove straight in, enjoying the pleasure of being tightly wrapped.

Roy took a breath and grabbed the sheet involuntarily, "Didn't you say... want to be fucked?"

"But you must be very tired from working so hard just now. I'm very considerate. You just need to lie down and let me do the rest."

Roy panted and spat, "Come on."

He raised his eyebrows, looked down upon and proudly.Fernand thought, Roy probably didn't know that he was so arrogant that he wanted to be conquered. That was different from arrogance. Arrogance was annoying, and he... held Roy on one knee to spread his legs further apart. Pushing forward and thrusting deeply, wanting to see his confused look because of him.

He leaned over and kissed Roy's neck, where the main artery was, and there was a warm pulsation under the skin.

Roy also embraced him very cooperatively, combing his black hair gently with his long fingers, and slowly sliding up the soft and hot kiss from the side of his neck.

Sweat dripped, limbs entangled each other loosely, and Fernand could smell the cool scent of cedar when he was very close.

He kissed his lips, stopping all moaning and panting in the intertwined lips and tongue.

Maybe it's not that easy to conquer him, but they can wait and see.