Perfume Journey

5.【EmporioArmaniHe／He】

Top Notes: Cardamom, Japanese Tangerine, Sage

Middle note: Vetiver

Aftertaste: Cedarwood, Sandalwood, Guaiac Wood, Musk

The morning light interacted with the regular biological clock, Roy slowly woke up from sleep, covered his eyes and let out a low moan, still nostalgic for the comfortable and soft bed, blaming the drowsiness for escaping from the curtains he forgot to close last night.

The breathing that didn't belong to him beside him was steady, and he was almost attracted to fall asleep again by the long beat. In the end, the morning light played a key role in the tug-of-war between waking up and returning to sleep. Roy got out of bed and walked towards In the bathroom, by the way, pick up the bath towel that was thrown on the floor last night.

There was only residual warmth on the other side of the bed. Fernand turned over to occupy the entire double bed. The faint sound of water from the bathroom drained his drowsiness into the sewer.It took him a while to slowly kick off the sheets and sit naked on the edge of the bed.

Seven fifty.Or so damn good habits.

He stepped on the clothes left behind last night, and looked at the space half asleep.

Dark brown walls, white trim and light chocolate ceiling.

About one meter past the head of the bed on one side of my own, there is a low table embedded in the corner of the wall. On the small sofa in the other corner, the few suits that have been washed are still wrapped in plastic sleeves; the first few business magazines on the low table Scattered all the way to the log bookshelf nailed to the wall above.

This person seems to be full of books in his life. Fortunately, the range of bookshelves is not as large as the bed, otherwise people may be submerged in the pile of books when the earthquake shakes.

At first glance, this bedroom is very well-regulated, not too big or too small to make people feel crowded. It is not a rigid warm color system, and the bed sheets are also a warm gray-green.

Fernand soon lost interest in the decoration. After all, no matter how warm the room was, it was not his own. Moreover, he was far more curious about the owner of the room than this high-end apartment.

Stepping over the scattered clothes on the ground, rather than sitting still and waiting, he prefers to "participate"-recalling the situation when he first had sex, the next morning, he happily walked to the bathroom.

Turn the doorknob and step into the bathroom with dry and wet separation. Even the bathroom in this home is well-lit. Sunlight is the best decoration in the clean bathroom other than the blue and white tones.

Roy rinsed his hair before looking up from under the water column. Although he didn't speak, Fernand believed that Roy probably also thought of what might happen in the bathroom. The beautiful eyes staring at him were probably modified. Expletives are greetings.

The person being watched raised his eyebrows and turned off the water. "Visit?"

Fernand leaned on the sink and did not move for a long time. He could clearly see water drops dripping from his hair, refracting the sunlight on his skin, and leaving water marks on his body.Nod seriously. "Worth seeing."

Roy wiped away the water droplets from the glass sliding door, and looked at him from the beginning.

"You're not bad, too." That's the truth.

Fernand looks good, with thick black hair, deep-sea eyes, facial features like icebergs, and a rough personality with the beauty of a work of art.He has a slender figure, with firm muscles undulating like oily silk, and his wheat-colored skin may be the result of staying in the sun for a long time, full of tough masculinity.

"I'd like to let you take a closer look, there is no need for anything to be an obstacle." He said, pushing open the sliding door and stepping into the shower room to embrace him, so overbearing that even the space cannot be an obstacle for him.

The corners of Roy's lips were half drawn, but he was full of a superficial smile. He turned on the switch of the shower head and poured cold water on his face, which made Fernand shudder.

"Oh, this kind of weather—…you still take a cold shower?"

"Is cold water useful for those guys with sperm on their brains?" His protracted ending was sexy and evil, and he raised his elbow to push people away, "If you don't want to wash, don't block here."

"Let me help you." Over Roy reached out to turn off the switch, raised his hand and made a three-finger gesture of the Boy Scout: "It won't be like last time, I promise."

"You were a Boy Scout?" Very skeptical.

"Actually, no." Fernand turned around Roy, who looked suspicious, and began to apply the shower gel from his shoulders. "Don't worry about such small things."

He lightened his strength, evenly without missing a single point.Gently rubbing around the man's shoulder blades, the skin on the back is flawless, the texture is delicate, and there are no overly deliberate muscle groups.

Roy lowered his head and stared silently at the large white tiled floor, from left to right and right to left.

Fernand felt that it was rare for him to be so docile, but he remained silent without flirting—this was different from the silence last night—but it was rather awkward.

So he spoke.

"The body is beautiful, how did you practice?" Fernand said, touching a long, thin white scar on his right arm with his fingertips.

"Running, rock climbing, survival in the wild..." He raised his chin, glanced back, and shrugged. "That's about it."

Turn Roy to face him, again.The feeling of applying shower gel to the front from behind... Well, the rare obedience of a man makes him want to do more.

After adjusting the water temperature, Fernand dutifully helped him wash off the foam on his body, and was amused by Roy's unusually well-behaved but actually quite serious reaction:

"Taking a bath doesn't have to be so serious, does it?"

"I'm doing it for your own good," he snorted twice, "to prevent your guarantee from being invalidated."

"Then we should have a safer topic," he said. "Is there any good breakfast place around here?"

"On the street corner, a basket of bread and two cups of coffee cost 12 and a half yuan."

It's the same as going to the supermarket to buy bread and baking it at home. Fernand curled his lips, washed away the last trace of foam, and then wet himself.

Roy looked back at the other party sideways, absolutely reciprocating, reversed the seriousness just now, happily stuck it up, and breathed softly in his ear.

"Do you need help?"

"Yes; help me." His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he reacted almost the moment he was touched. "If you take the initiative, is it guaranteed to be void?"

"If possible, what else do you need to promise?" Looking down, Roy reached out and pressed the head of the shower gel a few times.add water in

Slowly rub the palms to form foam, and wipe it on Fernand's body.

Neck, chest, belly and...

Purely sharing a bath is a bad idea, and body wash without a bubble ball is worse than soap. "Then please don't provoke it further."

"I'm not sure..." Still feeling the heat of the skin through the dense foam, Roy deliberately avoided a certain part, stroking his thigh with both hands. "But I will be very responsible and help you clean up."

Fernand really wanted to catch him and kiss him fiercely.

Hearing Roy's pleasant low laughter, he let out a long sigh.

It's deadly.

■

It was an hour and a half after the two of them left the bathroom dripping wet, changed their clothes and sat in a certain store to eat.

Before he set off, Roy said that eating in a high-end restaurant early in the morning would have a bad effect on relaxation, so he gave up his suit and casually wore a black shirt with a cotton zipper vest of the same color, and dark jeans; De's clothes are also very light, a gray crew-neck T-shirt and white-painted trousers.They have similar physiques, and the tops are easy to deal with. Fortunately, the five centimeters of height difference does not make the trousers too short.

Instead of choosing the 12 yuan breakfast on the corner, they ran to a restaurant near the New Museum of Contemporary Art. It was located in an alley, with blue and purple sage planted at the door, and the sign "SILENCEPLEASE, NEIGHBORSLEEPING" was hung on the door. slogan.

It looks like an ordinary breakfast shop, but the spaciousness and the number of customers are surprising.The space is not small, and the distance between each table does not make people feel oppressed, but the table is so narrow that they are forced to squeeze together and their knees touch each other.

There were few onion rings and bacon left on the table, and there were cups of coffee in front of them.The bagels and omelet eggs have already been solved by them.Roy picked up an onion ring and twirled the fork without putting it in his mouth right away.

"No reservations?" he whispered to his companion leaning against the edge of the table.

The store is quiet, the volume of the conversation is suppressed, and it is close to a whisper. Perhaps the reason why the table is so small that it is just enough to place meals for two is to achieve this effect.

"Not today." The onion ring dangled in front of his eyes, and Fernand simply bit it away, moving as fast as if he was plundering his prey.

Roy was taken aback for a moment, then put down the tableware resentfully.

Fernand swallowed the food with the coffee, picked up the discarded fork, smiled, and moved the fork piece of bacon to his mouth.

"No date?" Similar questions.It's Saturday, and there's always someone who might be busy.

"No date available."

It felt very strange not to eat what was delivered to his mouth, Roy bit the bacon, "It suddenly occurred to me, although this question is a little too late. Are you an adult?"

Raising his eyebrows, he turned the tableware in his hand and sent new food into his mouth. "Oh, I look like a minor?"

"Just to make sure you didn't skip the grades and look too old." Roy said, holding the coffee with one hand lazily, obviously thinking that the answer to the question would not be too unexpected. "Always ask."

"Please don't worry, although I also hope that I am a genius who can skip grades. Unfortunately, my learning process is the same as that of ordinary people." This question was not usually asked late, it is a pity that he could not give any shocking answer. Fernand thought viciously, "I've been an adult for a while, and you haven't committed a crime."

After a pause in the sentence, Fernand plucked Roy's hair hanging beside his ear, which was a little bright golden-red in the sun, soft as silk. "how about you?"

"How old are you?"

"22."

Roy shook his hand, "Six more years."

"Is there any other question that should be asked?" Fernand pushed his forehead against him, and was knocked back gently.

"No." Knowing this is enough, he doesn't have many questions.

"Then it's my turn to ask."

Roy's wandering gaze fixed on a certain point on the table, "Please speak."

"Want to date me?"

It wasn't very obvious, but Roy did pause for a moment, and then he looked up at Fernand, all movements became slow, as if thinking.

"...You still want to date me when you think I like someone else?"

Fernand felt that this man was very cunning.

His choice of words and sentences, as soon as he gets involved in his heart, will always be ambiguous, neither admitting nor denying, whether it is an answer or a question, he has lightly brushed it off.

like now.

He seems to answer every question. In fact, there are no answers you really want to hear.When you think you have grasped the things about him, when you think about it carefully, you will find that what he said are all irrelevant things.

Mature, tactful, and well versed in the speaking skills of avoiding the important ones.

"Why not? You don't have the desire to spend your life with her." He said slowly, meaning.If the answer is not limited in this way, maybe Roy will take it in a casual manner. "You just have to give me a 'yes' or a 'no' answer."

The slight movement of the left hand lying flat on the table revealed that Roy did not ignore the question.

He looks at Fernand; even though he doesn't need to look to redraw his image in his mind.

Simple character lines, dark-toned hair, wild eyes and honey-colored skin baptized by the sun will always remind Roy of carnivores on the grassland.

Feeling that Fernand's answer was too flippant, Roy frowned, "I don't accept dating multiple people at the same time."

"I don't have that habit, of course, one-on-one." Probably only Americans encourage dating with multiple partners at the same time. Fernand is quite disapproving of this special dating culture.He didn't show much personal feelings on the matter because it didn't matter.More importantly, Roy has a tendency to say yes.

Roy looked straight into Fernand's eyes, which were clearly as deep as the ocean at night, but became clear under the sun, and the eyes glistened like blood.

During that brief moment, Roy had the illusion that he was being watched—a misunderstanding caused by the sunlight, but probably not an illusion.

The faint fragrance wafts through the smell of food, and the freshness produced by the mixture of cedar and guaiac wood is just a civilized cover for him, full of aggressiveness, and constantly eroding the sense of smell of others.

But which side is the prey, and who can say for sure?

Fernand saw a faint smile rise from the corner of Roy's lips.

"Okay;" Roy tapped on the table, giving a direct and crisp answer, not ambiguous. "We're dating."

That sounded like "I accept your challenge," thought Fernand, wondering if Roy thought the date was a war.

"I think you don't mind starting now."

Where to go and what to do, Fernand felt that he thought of it too late.

When he asked what the plan was, Roy drove the car, keeping his eyes on the road ahead and quite bluntly offered a number of options, by deletion.

"Places other than monuments, museums, libraries, department stores, movie theaters, and coffee shops."

"Very good," he shushed him, a really haphazard reply, expecting some good advice. "You've cut out more than half the possible date spots for good boys. Hate them?"

"I don't hate it;" I stepped on the brakes at the red light, "but you don't look like a good boy. I usually spend enough time soaking in yellow and dusty literature, so I will save those places with a lot of historical and cultural flavor."

"You also deleted department stores and movie theaters, and coffee shops." He was deliberately critical.

"Because I'm not interested, by the way, the zoo doesn't want it either."

Another one was deleted, and Fernand wondered if Roy would pick that place.

"Good boy's date spot..." Roy was a little troubled by the subject, stepped on the gas and kept going, turning at the next corner. "Central Park? This is the most 'healthy' place I can think of. And it's not far away." He happened to be driving in the direction of Central Park, with less than 5 minutes left.

"Based on the location of the first date, this proposal is not bad." Pausing slightly, brushing the tip of Roy's ear, helping him gently tuck the hair behind the ear, with a soft and hoarse voice. "If it's not exciting enough...I'll satisfy you."

He chuckled, focusing on the road. "3 minutes ago you were protesting that I'd cut out all the good boy dating spots."

"You also said I wasn't."

It is not difficult to find free parking spaces around Central Park during non-holidays. Roy parked the car, turned off the engine, and sat in the driver's seat.

"It's nice to have a healthy and honest date once in a while."

"Oh?" Fernand unbuckled his seat belt, not quite sure why Roy suddenly said this.

Roy leaned in and Fernand knew he was going to kiss him.Without hesitation, he leaned forward and let Roy kiss him.

A deliberate, slow kiss.Touching gently, grinding and sucking kisses on the soft lips, the movements are gentle.

He raised his hand to press the back of Roy's head to pull him closer, and slightly parted his lips in a gratifying manner. Desire drove him to seek further, but he was reluctant to destroy this tender kiss.He reached into the low neckline and rubbed his neck, even such a soft kiss made his breathing messy.

I want those staring eyes to only look at him.

From the day he saw Roy doing nothing and just smiling lazily, he wanted to keep this person as his own.

What about loving that girl?What is not possessive is not called love, at best it is caring.

Roy backed away a little, and was immediately covered with licking and kissing again.He caressed Fernand's shoulder, the feeling from his lips was comfortable and pleasant, and the light touch on his neck seemed to stir up the passion in his body.

"That's enough..." Roy sighed softly and put one hand on the back of the chair after finally pulling away a little distance.When talking, their lips touched each other, "We must separate. If this continues, we can only stay in the car."

"It sounds good to make out in the car." Fernand chased his lips, delicately licking towards the ridgeline of his jaw.

"Occasionally accept the baptism of sunshine." He reluctantly refused to hear the proposal, and pushed Fernand away. "Get out of the car." He said.

As he said, he stood on the sidewalk and watched Roy lock the car, and then walked towards him.

This man is arrogant and assertive, the word admitting defeat is probably not in the dictionary.If it is said that his motto is to fight blood with blood, Fernand will not doubt it.But his moist lips, his piercing eyes, and the way he strides forward are all damn alluring.

When he doesn't expect Roy to be weak, that expectation is a bit ridiculous. The only thing that applies to this man is probably conquest and submission.So he grabbed Roy's wrist when he came to him, and pulled him into his arms forcefully, as if wrestling.

Roy subconsciously wanted to throw his hand away and give him another kick at the same time - a reaction he had practiced in free kickboxing a while ago.He was glad that Fernand was pulling from the front, and he always remembered that he was "dating" now, so he stepped on his feet immediately when he hit the moment, and a pair of hands wrapped around his waist.

Blinking, raising his gaze, he asked in a puzzled but calm tone, "What's wrong?"

"That's right." He tightened his grip on Roy's waist.

Handsome, tough man.The emerald green eyes shone with a cool tone, never flustered.

...the lips are so soft.

He leaned down and kissed him hard.

The back of his head was fixed, and Roy almost groaned.He wanted to avoid it, but...well, he didn't really want to dodge it seriously.

The lips and the tip of the tongue are entangled and suck each other, the heart beats faster, and the skin is full of heat.The physical reaction was very direct, and they pushed each other away knowingly before they started rubbing against each other and stepping down in the street.

"Keep your distance." Roy said, resting on Fernand's shoulders, straightened his arms to pull out the distance.At least the bodies are honest, they don't have the problem of being "uninterested", he thought to himself.

"A healthy date..." Fernand took a deep breath, trying to calm the disordered breath. "That's a bad idea." He prefers unhealthy dates, like putting people under him... that kind of thing.

"Walking or something, finish it quickly." He grabbed Roy's hand and pulled him forward.

"Stop." Roy stood where he was, waiting for Fernand to stop.He always knows what he wants, he has his own pace, and he will not be led away by others.

At least not yet.

"Wait a minute." He said, raised a soft smile and walked forward, one step, two steps.

Then hugged Fernand from behind.Say nothing, breathe softly next to his ear, and wait for the heartbeat to slowly return to its normal steady rate.

The breeze brings the smell of plants, trees and grass, and the moistness of the soil.

Fernand lowered his head, and Roy's beautiful fingers intertwined and clasped in front of his belly.He looked at it for a while, covered it quietly, and stroked slowly and vigorously.

... he had to admit, healthy dating didn't seem so bad.