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★

6.【FbyFerragamoBlack／Night】

Top notes: green apple, lavender

Middle Notes: Coriander Seeds, Madagascar Black Pepper

Aftertaste: labdanum, lavender bean

Everyone has rules.Yours, and mine.

But sometimes, those rules don't matter.

"So, how can I contact you?" Fernand lay blankly on the grass until the sunset began to appear in the blue sky, and Fernand broke the almost half-hour-long silence.He suspected that Roy had fallen asleep, maybe taking a nap in Central Park would be nice, but he had no intention of spending the night here.

After a few seconds Roy finally answered, which didn't sound like an answer. "Fernand Fabregas?"

He propped up his body with one hand and looked down at him, "I thought you knew it very well." Wouldn't it be really confusing to wake up after sleeping?

Turning his bangs back, Roy took out his phone from his pocket and pressed it a few times, his sleepy eyes stopped and looked at a certain page for a while.

Then came the problem.

How do you react when your date suddenly reveals some personal information about you (in his case, department) that you have not shared with the date?

A you investigate me? (angry)

B how do you know? (question)

C You are amazing!I admire you! (undressed)

None of the above

...C is an inappropriate choice, he doesn't mind being caught and performing in public are two different things, he is happy to show each other off when they are alone.

"I don't remember... I told you." The responses of A and B were too direct, he wanted to ask but didn't want to press, so he chose D.

"Your memory is correct, don't worry." Roy stuffed the phone back into his pocket, lay on the rich grass and shook his fingers, looking like a ruffian... He was good-looking, but he insisted on smiling mysteriously The kind with a slap in the face. "How about a bet? Our next meeting is next Tuesday."

"Why make a bet when it's agreed?"

He put his hands behind his head and squinted his eyes, "There is no need to make an appointment."

"Oh... so confident." Fernand turned over and sat up, crossed his legs and stroked his chin in thought.Roy must have information he doesn't know, and this feeling of being unfathomable... sucks.He twitched one side of his face, smiling on the skin without smiling. "What's the bet?"

"Good question, let me think about it." Roy didn't think about betting anything, he just wanted to play a game to add a little entertainment to his life.

"If you lose, tell me how you know..." Roy looked at him with a smile in his eyes, and Fernand suddenly stopped talking. He found that what he said was just an insignificant question. The stakes are pitifully small.

He can assume all possible answers, the most serious is that Roy has a relationship with the CIA or FBI.But to be honest, if it really mattered, he didn't know how serious it was to him.

Or maybe Roy hired detectives to investigate everyone he knew, or worse, Roy's family might have had a feud with his—what a Shakespearean romance—Fernand sneered; A psychic, maybe they had an intersection in their previous lives. If this is the reason, Fernand felt that he might have to study Freud.He would rather think that Roy has actually been secretly in love with him for a long time. It is normal to investigate the information of the person he likes, at least this idea can satisfy his vanity.

"How do you know your major? That's no problem. I'm surprised, your appetite is so small." With a little effort, the movement from lying on your back to sitting is quite neat.

"No, get another one. You have to promise me one request."

Stretching and stretching the body, the neatness a few seconds ago immediately turned into laziness, "On the premise of not violating the law and personal principles, please speak."

"'Promise me one request'."

Fernand emphasized his tone a little, and Roy immediately reacted.He also repeats what he said a few seconds ago, replacing the epilogue.

"...On the premise of not violating the law and personal principles, fine."

Roy didn't ask.

Fernand's bet can be big or small, and Roy's fulfillment or not can be said to have absolute dominance under the premise of that promise.

Of course, Roy is 90.00% sure of the bet, and the promise with the proviso is just to prevent [-]% of accidents.

"Then, if I lose, what do you want?" Fernand asked, reciprocating, there will be winners and losers, a bet between the two parties.

"Same, one request."

Fernand really wants to tell him that you are really uncreative, but if Roy really mentions a specific condition, maybe his evaluation will immediately be downgraded from uncreative to boring.

"The same answer as yours is boring," Fernand said, agreeing readily. "Okay, one request."

"Anything? No proviso, no premise?" Roy was a little surprised, so simple?

"No, as long as I can."

"It seems that my sincerity is not enough..." He chuckled, seriously reflecting on his attitude, and still looked indifferent on the outside.

Treat every date with respect and give as much as possible, except for those promises he can't keep.He thinks this is a good habit. When Fernand agreed, he also said "as long as he can do it". De that sentence is not necessary at all...

However, hearing Fernand's blunt answer, Roy suddenly felt in his heart whether he was a little less sincere than him.Obviously it's just a different way of saying it, but the bottom line means exactly the same thing?

"Anyway, I'll win." Roy didn't come to a conclusion, and temporarily put his doubts aside as if evading, and murmured.

"I guess you only like to play certain games." On the shoulder of the man who was holding one knee and didn't know what he was thinking, Fernand's deep and deep bass was attached to his ear, the voice was very light but full of weight Feeling, "Although I hate losing, it doesn't matter, I am happy to accompany you, as long as you are happy."

Blinking, Roy looked at Fernand without speaking.Fernand moved his hands around his shoulders to the back of Roy's neck, his thumbs slowly rubbing, his palms almost covering the skin from the end of his hair to the top of his shoulder blades.He leaned over to kiss Roy's face, wanting to reflect the most primitive physiological needs to the other party.

"It will be a long time before the results come out, and I want to fill my stomach until then."

"Hungry?" There was a low reply in his ear, and there were small kisses falling on the edge of the cheek and the chin.With half of his body leaning together, he patted Fernand's thigh, pretending that such restraint would be useful. "Be quiet. Do you want to go to a nearby restaurant? Or go home and order takeaway?"

Maybe it works, at least in public.

"Hot dog." Fernand moved his chin and casually pointed to the street vendor, and rubbed the crotch of the person next to him with his other hand, full of hints and sexual harassment.

"Well, I'm more interesting than that." After expressing his thoughts, Roy slapped his hand away and said with a smile, "Hurry up and buy it if you're hungry."

"You are very interesting...you can eat it when you go home." Although the public can't really do anything to people, Fernand touched a few more hands before letting go and walking to the hot dog stand in satisfaction.

Roy, who stayed where he was, frowned and smiled wryly. There was no sullenness in his murmuring voice, but he was full of helplessness that he had nothing to do with Fernand's arrogance.Burying his face in his knees, he let out a long sigh.The weather was so clear and the air so clean, and their conversation was so nasty.

"Really..." Patted his knees and stood up, leaving the grass and grass, and walked straight to the man with his back facing him who was shopping for dinner.

As soon as Roy approached, Fernand turned around immediately.He wasn't too surprised to see Roy, but Roy was puzzled when he saw the number of hot dog burgers prepared by the vendor: "You don't just plan to eat this, do you?"

"Of course not, one for you, ketchup or mustard?"

"Both."

Putting the exact amount of copper plates on the workbench, Fernand handed one of the hot dog buns to Roy.

They randomly found a chair to sit down, and with the performances of nearby street performers, they finished the pre-dinner snack in twos and threes.

Fernand noticed that Roy was always very quiet during meals.It's not that he doesn't talk, but he puts most of his attention on the food. Even if he opens his mouth, he swallows the food in his mouth.

"If you order takeaway before leaving here, you won't have to wait too long when you get home." Roy estimated how much space he had left in his stomach, and then calculated the driving time. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, even if his fingers didn't get a little bit of sauce superior. "Can you still eat it?

"Of course, it's not those women who are losing weight. How can they be full after eating a hot dog." This amount is only enough to satisfy hunger.

"What do you want to eat? Chinese food? Pizza?" After finishing the snacks between the teeth, he walked around the turtle pond where there were actually many turtles, and walked slowly in the direction he came in.

"Seafood." Fernand said looking at the leisurely crawling turtles.

"There are a lot of Japanese food, raw." Glancing in the direction of Fernand's gaze, Roy couldn't help but smile.Seafood, he decided not to remind Fernand that it was fresh water.

"It should be cooked." The proposal was rejected.

"Seafood pasta." Roy simply took out his mobile phone and typed the keywords "seafood" and "takeaway" on the search page.

Fernand hugged him and continued to walk, avoiding any accidents that might happen to Roy because he didn't look at the road, and continued to veto the moral Italian cuisine without resting his mouth.

"Then give me seafood rice."

"Okay, paella." Immediately change the keyword, it is easier to specify than to search aimlessly.A man who was serious about solving people's livelihood problems asked casually. "Have a prejudice against pasta?"

"I don't think I'll be full."

As the search results come in, the question turns from what to eat to how much to eat.Roy ordered a mix of olives and vegetables at a Spanish food delivery restaurant, and he looked up at Fernand, who had been holding his waist and obviously protecting him by his side.The other party asked with his eyes, and finally Roy shook his head and asked the restaurant service staff on the call to add some stewed tripe and paella.

The sky was getting darker, and the number of people gradually increased after passing through the square. He knew that Fernand's actions were just to prevent him from colliding with other pedestrians.Several times Roy wanted to tell Fernand that there was no need, even if he was talking, he would pay attention to himself; besides, it was no big deal for men to fall or rub against each other. In the past, Roy was in the position of a protector, and he felt strange about the inversion of his position today. , and subtle.

After cutting off the call, Fernand gently pulled him to avoid others.The range of movement was not large, and he guessed that there was still a few inches away at the moment of staggering. If he didn't deliberately avoid it, he shouldn't be able to bump into it... Maybe he would pass by, but it was just possible, no matter how he looked at it, there was no need to move.

But Fernand did.

And then Roy could no longer tell him to let go.

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The Upper West Side of Manhattan is quiet and laid-back, introverted and hopeful at the same time.

There is a unique cultural atmosphere here, and there are small shops and open-air cafes with different sentiments on the corners of the streets, and the living functions are convenient and diverse.

Roy parked the car at a certain street corner, took a medium-sized paper bag from a white-haired but super energetic old lady through the rolled down car window, and passed it directly to Fernand in the passenger seat.

"Thank you, Mattie."

The eyes of the old lady called Marty moved around Roy and the person sitting in the passenger seat flexibly. "The two boys are going to dinner?"

"Well, Marty, this is Fernand Fabregas; Fernand, this is my mother chicken, Mrs. Pleasant."

"Hello, Mrs. Pleasant, nice to meet you." This was the first time she had received such explicit scrutiny. If it was a young woman, Fernand would definitely snort and walk away.Based on his politeness to the elders and Roy's clever introduction, he tried to make the smile look genuine.Mother Chicken, you can use any adjectives, enthusiastic, caring, full of protective desire, and take care of the people she likes like children.Fernand didn't like dealing with such old women very much. They always asked too much and too deeply.

Mrs. Pleasant pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Call me Mattie. Mrs. Pleasant sounds very old."

"Listen to her," Roy said in a helpless tone, deliberately complaining at a volume that all three of them could hear. "Otherwise we'd have to starve and watch her spend hours proving she's still young, although sometimes I think the old lady has more life than I do."

Mrs. Pleasant slapped her for saying this, and Roy deliberately put on a painful face, "Look, she's still young and strong."

"Indeed." Fernand kept smiling, letting Roy lead the conversation.

"Marty, let's have a meal together next week. It's based on your time. I'll wait for your call." He kissed Mrs. Pleasant on the cheek, as if coaxing a little girl, "I'm really hungry, I have to wait for you to call." leave."

"Don't just talk about two cakes next time, two boys can't get enough of that. You'll appreciate old Mattie's cleverness." She touched Roy's face, patted him and waved away, "Go eat Come on, don't starve."

Fernand saw Mrs. Pleasant smiling and accepting the affection of a young man who was about her grandson's age, and couldn't help but sigh that Roy had a way with women.A few more samples, from young women to gray-haired grandmas, would prove to be quite lenient with Roy's range from eight to 80 years old.

As soon as the car window was rolled up, Fernand was thinking about the paper bag in his hand, which was a bit heavy. "What's inside?"

Turn around and drive forward, then slide into the underground parking lot. "Mattie runs a dessert shop on the street just now, and I asked her to choose two desserts as an after-dinner snack."

"A kiss and a few sweet words are worth more to an old lady than cash." He didn't see Roy pay just now, maybe Mrs. Pleasant allowed Roy to settle the payment another day.Beauty is like interest on delayed payments, he thought wickedly. "I really want to know how many hearts you have captured."

"I seem to smell the spicy taste of sarcasm. Is this an affirmation that men are popular with women?" Stop the car, turn off the engine, and the person who will answer this question head-on is either an idiot or a court of death.Roy sees himself as neither.

"Yes, sweetheart," said the voice in a low, soft voice, "although it's not very pleasant when it's definitely happening to a date."

"Popularity is not something I can decide." Reaching out to press Fernand's seat belt, he got out of the car and closed the door, pretending not to hear the menacing tone, and signaled Fernand to hurry up.

It's very clever, and the blame is passed quite cleanly.

Fernand hummed twice and followed.

Stepping into this residential building on the 27th floor again, the mood is different from last night.

——Because a hungry man is like a wild animal, with only food in his head and no emotion at all.That stuff didn't come back until after they'd eaten the vegetable medley with onions, tomatoes, and bell peppers, the tripe stew, and half a plate of paella, and it felt like the food filled almost a third of their stomachs.

They didn't bother to sit at the table, and still chose the kitchen worktop as their dining place.To avoid a collision, Roy moved one of the parallel chairs to the vertical side.

It's a bit of a distance, but they are still very close, not formal, but with a creeping intimacy.

"What?" Look at the man who is always well-educated when eating, still gracefully picking up the coriander sprinkled on the rice and piled in the corner at this moment. Picking out these spices is a big job. "Don't eat?"

Roy looked up at him, his eyes strangely filled with sorrow, like a little boy who knew he had made a mistake but didn't want to admit it: "I don't like this taste." He bit his lower lip, then lowered his head to stare at the spice fragments. "But I'll eat it."

"Don't force yourself if you don't like it." No wonder he swept away other things quickly, but he ate so slowly when he encountered paella.

Shaking his head, "It's one of my house rules not to waste food."

It seems that someone has heard this kind of saying before.Fernand suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"Very...good family rules." And Roy's parents must strictly enforce them, which will cause this obsessive-compulsive disorder that has to be swallowed.The corner of Fernand's lips curled up rather high. "Kiss me and I'll help you eat."

Roy's eyes lit up when he heard it, and then he frowned not knowing what to think.

"It's okay to refuse, I don't mind." Fernand said indifferently.

Of course you don't mind, the annoying thing is that I'm not you!

Struggling in my heart for a few seconds, I finally decided not to embarrass myself.Roy wipes his lips with a napkin, pulls the man over, and presses a quick kiss on Fernand's cheek.

"This is not enough." Fernand was very dissatisfied.This kind of kiss is so insincere, when did Roy become so innocent?

"Save the rest for dessert." He lowered his head and poured all the coriander onto Fernand's plate, "...the smell of stewed tripe is very strange."

"My interest rate is very high." This is an explanation, not a question asking whether the other party wants to go back.

Glared by Roy, he mixed spices into the rice with a smile, "You know how I charge interest."

"I will spend an infinite amount of time doing mental construction and waiting for the moment of settlement to come." He said coldly, after the natural enemy left the plate, Roy's eating speed returned to normal, and soon there was only a plate of oily olives left on the table. Judging from the few olives left, only dessert was left for this dinner.

The empty plate was thrown directly into the sink, and Roy opened the paper bag given by Mrs. Pleasant, took out the desserts inside and placed them on the counter.

"Oh." Fernand sighed aloud. Four different snacks were lined up, two for each, which was different from the expected quantity. "You told me two dim sums."

Fernand thought of his own mother as well. If he asked her for one piece of bread, he would get two, three, or even more.Fernand always took her for a mother who liked to help her friends, stuff everyone's mouths with food, and crush her son with fat hugs.

"I have nothing to say." Roy decided to write down his needs more clearly before asking Mrs. Pleasant by text message next time.Only Mrs. Pleasant would be obedient, he couldn't be sure, the lovely old lady always gave him more than he needed.

"She loves you very much." There was no sarcasm this time, and Fernand could understand that any man would be defeated by this kind of woman.

"I know." Divided the dessert into two portions, "So I try to live up to her love, let's eat."

"No." Folding his hands in front of his chest, Fernand said in a natural tone: "Hey me."

The fingers that were tearing open the package of orange chocolate paused.

Oh did I just get a swear word in my head?

The idea ran too fast in the brain, and Roy had to remember it if he wasn't very persistent, so he simply regarded it as an instant amnesia.

Put half-coated orange slices in your mouth, without the bitterness and fiber of the orange skin, the fudge-like taste is mixed with sweet and sour fruity aromas and thick bitter chocolate, with a rich layering.

After estimating whether this snack can be commercialized, Roy has the mind to focus on Fernand. In fact, the time spent on evaluation is only from entrance to swallowing.

"Not bad;" picked up another piece and brought it to Fernand's lips, "Try it?"

He grabbed the wrist that came closer, and opened his mouth to bite the bright yellow orange slice.

This is a sweet taste familiar to Fernand, a typical Spanish dessert. In his hometown, orange chocolate can be seen in small roadside dessert shops or high-end pastry shops.What attracted him more than desserts were the beautiful fingers that brought food to his lips instead of a knife and fork.

Fernand leaned forward and wanted to bite, but Roy shrank his fingers and laughed lowly, "My fingers are not snacks." The wrist is still in the hands of others, and Roy can't avoid it.He stroked Fernand's lower lip, "Go to the living room."

His dark blue and nearly black eyes were fixed on the man who was smiling intentionally or unintentionally, and he licked his fingertips with his soft tongue. Roy's gentle baritone voice continued. "Make a cup of tea..."

His lips pressed against the inside of his wrist, and he took a small bite.

Roy didn't speak. He felt that his heartbeat would definitely speed up if he continued to look at Fernand...it had already accelerated, he had to admit.

Fernand grasped the slender fingers, and his lips moved from the edge of the wrist against the skin.He kissed his knuckles, and said slowly, "Have a snack. Of course."

"So...help me take the snacks to the living room, and I'll make tea?"

Snacks and tea are not important at all.Fernand really wanted to say this, all his attention was on this gentle and awe-inspiring, but dissolute and arrogant man in front of him, if he still paid a little attention to dim sum, it was because when Roy made the request, he also Pressed a light kiss on his lips.

This trick is really useful, no wonder those women are captured by him one by one.Who can imagine such an indifferent and arrogant man, with such a soft tone of voice when making a request, as if this matter must be yours, and no one else can do it.

So Fernand could only be obedient, and took the remaining snacks to the low log table in the living room... on the carpet next to it.The table was so full of books and papers that there was not even a little space.

"You can pile your books on the carpet." The owner's voice came from the kitchen.

Fernand glanced at the delicately balanced pile of books, a veritable pyramid, the title of which was terribly difficult to understand.

"I guess it's going to collapse right in front of my eyes, if I do."

"Okay, okay, you wait for me." The tea came over, facing the living room with no place to place it, he did not hesitate to put the teacup on the diagonal line of the carpet farthest from the log table, and Fernand also brought the snacks Remove and black tea for company.The porcelain cups with blue background and golden pattern are quite suitable for the carpet. It seems that Roy directly used the carpet as a tablecloth and used it with a suitable style of tea set.

He sat cross-legged on the carpet, held up his teacup, and waited for Roy to turn off the kitchen light before returning. The whole space was dark for about ten seconds.It's amazing, feeling the breath of another person in a closed space without a lot of light sources, listening to his voice, from far to near.

"The switch is on your head. Next time, please reach out."

There was no complaint or blame in the words. The gentle voice fell, and the lights in the living room were cut twice. First, the hidden night light was turned on and then turned off, and then a large amount of light was injected.

"I don't know which light you want to turn on." Shrugged and said in a tone of exasperation, "I absolutely respect the wishes of the master."

"Shit." Roy kicked him with a smile, "do I still tell you 'Let's have a romantic candlelight dinner, we need dim and soft lights'?"

"That's a good suggestion, the night view outside the window is great..." After a pause, Fernand found out that Roy had swearing three seconds later.He hadn't imagined that someone could swear so gracefully, as if saying good morning, it was amazing.

"Get it yourself if you want."

Not wanting to talk about Fernand, Roy went straight to his academic pyramid: and Fernand really started to play with the light switch, repeated several times, and switched to the original hidden night light.

With the high-rise night scene, there is really such an atmosphere of a candlelight dinner. He continued to sit on the carpet with satisfaction, watching Roy kneel down and take the books from the top of the pyramid after the landslide, from bottom to top according to the size of the area Neatly stacked.

Yes, it's still a landslide.Even if the homeowner did it himself, the pile of books still collapsed into... a relatively flat pyramid.

The carpet is large enough for four adults to lie flat without feeling crowded.Fernand leaned on the sofa behind him and waited for Roy to tidy up. It might take a while, he thought, and suddenly became bored.

Moving his body, he reached forward and clasped Roy's bare ankle.

Roy was shocked, and the book in his hand almost fell off.

"Scared?" He didn't buckle too tightly, and he could make Roy change his position, from kneeling to sitting on the carpet, knees bent, and his feet shrunk towards him, as if trying to stick them to his ankles. hands away. "I didn't expect to scare you so easily, sorry."

Fernand had no intention of allowing him to do so, as much as Roy shrank back, he leaned forward. "I just want to tell you... I don't care if it's a bit messy, so don't rush to tidy it up."

Roy glared at him.Of course he was frightened, no one had ever directly grabbed his feet like this, he was not used to it.If only it was the other way around!Not to mention touching all the way up!

"...You can just say it." The palm of the hand pressed on a certain scholar's book, "Seed of Destruction".It was a great title, and he refused to associate it with the situation.

"No." Little proud, "I can't see this side of you without talking."

I want to see more of this man's appearance, and his real reaction after stripping off that gentleman's appearance.All the different..., it's okay to get angry, even such a small surprise he wants to see.

"What's the point of being scared." Roy was a little embarrassed, uncomfortable that he couldn't keep his composure at that moment.

"You don't know how attractive you are." Fernand bullied, pressed the man between himself and the sofa, and kissed the soft red hair beside his ear.

"It counts when you're frightened," he said resignedly.

"I'm always happy to prove it." Whispered softly, the faint smell of perfume is almost inaudible after a day. "It's just that you don't plan to eat snacks first? Of course, I can classify it as income other than interest."

Raising his eyebrows to give orders, Roy is too used to doing this kind of thing. "Then you don't take it yet."

The owner thought twice and decided to stay away from the pyramid of knowledge.He grabbed a few pillows from the sofa and nestled them in the depression at the corner of the L-shaped sofa.Fernand pushed the dessert that had been forgotten countless times tonight, and it finally got its due ending.

Savor a toasted meringue sprinkled with cinnamon before sipping black tea.

Fernand didn't say anything, just sat beside Roy and watched him eat.

Picking up the icing that was supposed to be for Fernand, he put it in his mouth, bit the end and shook it slightly, touching the carpet, as if thinking.

"Hey." Fernand smiled, thinking it was quite funny, it's not like Roy's style to eat everything by himself.Soon he knew what Roy was going to do.Roy brought Fernandra over and pressed his lips to the icing.The meringue melted in his mouth, and Fernand quickly touched Roy's lips. He lightly bit the tip of his tongue trying to push the unmelted icing into his mouth. It was sweet and greasy.

He pushed back, and the lips and tongue wrapped around him were soft and sweet, and he didn't know whose mouth the piece of icing would melt in the end.

The sweetness remained on the lips and the corners of the mouth. Roy held Fernand's face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against each other, slowly overlapping between exhalation and inhalation.

No one asked if they wanted another one. Fernand groped back and got a small snack, about 3X3 chocolate cake.

It doesn't matter what it is, I took a half bite and brought it to Roy's lips, watching him chew and swallow the remaining half.

He hooked Fernand's finger, pressed it lightly on his lips, and licked away the chocolate mousse on his fingertips. The sweet chocolate was mixed with the aroma of black pepper, which was subtle and harmonious.

The Adam's apple that slides up and down, the pale and soft lips, and the long eyelashes flutter slightly.Fernand has always thought that Roy's eyes are beautiful, no matter when he is confident and firm without confusion, even if he is indifferent, he is still brilliant... let alone when he wants to seduce people.

Fernand reluctantly forced his fingers to leave, then clasped Roy's hand that hooked him, pulled it up and pressed it on the sofa, intertwining his fingers.

Roy snorted, as if complaining.He shifted his target and licked Fernand's lips slowly. The soft kiss tasted like the night, black pepper mixed with the sweetness of chocolate, elusive but always there.

"I can't eat...any sweet food anymore." Roy pressed his empty hand on Fernand's chest, and his voice was interrupted by the kiss.

"That's another way." Sucking the kiss from the corner of his lips, Roy raised his head when Fernand kissed his neck, revealing the beautiful neck line.

"No. Mephisto, I want to reject your evil temptation." The gentle sigh sounded weak and self-deprecating.The buttons were undone, and the defenseless chest was caressed wantonly.

"Then push me away," he said, thinking Roy wouldn't do that.

But Roy did just that - he broke free from the hands that were originally clasped, touched Fernand's shoulder very tenderly, and then the hand resting on his chest grabbed the collar and turned him over like this.

Lying flat on the carpet, Fernand's chest and shoulder joints were still suppressed by the man who turned his face in an instant.As soon as he tried his best to get rid of the current situation, Roy simply pressed up and straddled his waist.

The unbuttoned shirt was open, and Fernand could clearly see Roy's sexy collarbone, short and violent chest rises, and a muscular abdomen.

The scenery is awesome.

He thought inappropriately, Roy didn't hit anyone, which means that this idea is not so inappropriate for the current situation, let alone... Roy took off his shirt, put his hands on Fernand's sides, looked down at him, Merry His eyes became sharper, the corners of his mouth formed a triumphant arc, and the dim light cast obvious undulating shadows on his naked upper body.

"My dear Mephisto," the voice was sexy and intimate, "why don't you resist for a while?"

"I'm happy to be tempted by you." Fernand raised his head and touched his lips lightly, then backed away; Roy also kissed a little harder than before, licked, and then the back of the head was pressed, and they passionately kiss.

Wrapping around Roy's waist, the touch of his hand is still damn good.Gently rubbing and pressing, Fernand remembered that skin touch, that curve, especially the sunken waist, was soft and full of strength.

His lips were released, his shirt was stripped off, and he couldn't help sighing because of the hot and humid touch on his chest.

"A little more." He rubbed Roy's back, his soft tongue was flicking across his nipples, the unbearable tingling sensation extended to his lower abdomen, and the cock bound in the jeans swelled uncomfortably.

Roy slid his hand to rub the crotch, hooked off Fernand's trousers, and naturally slipped into the condom.The fingers were incredibly hot, and Fernand moaned, feeling that Roy was going to be so hard just touching him.

He's frighteningly efficient, Fernand thought.After a while, Roy let him lie on the carpet panting, with nothing on him, only a man holding his penis with one hand, pressing five fingers on his abdomen and sucking kisses down.

Keeping rubbing the blunt tip with his palm, Roy licked his lower lip and sucked Fernand's erection into his mouth.Tongue circling, gently rubbing the soft pouch with the palm of the hand from time to time, swallowing the thick and hot penis in the mouth deeper.

Fernand closed his eyes and ran his hands through Roy's hair, unable to decide whether to pull the man who was a good ventriloquist up or plunge his cock deep into his wet mouth.His lower body was controlled until he was almost overwhelmed by uncontrollable pleasure.

Roy raised his head, his lips brushed lightly over the top, his hands still stayed on the stem and continued to fiddle with it, and then he licked Fernand's inner thigh that was curled up in pleasure, listening to his low panting, biting roughly on it A few bites left obvious marks.Fernand's abdomen was tense, and he moaned as if he couldn't breathe. The place where he was bitten would hurt, but the depression at the top of his penis was kneaded continuously by his fingertips, and the pleasure overwhelmed the pain.

"If you don't let go, I'm going to cum..."

"I can't help but come out. Can't you do it once?" Staring at Fernand's frowning expression deeply immersed in lust, he lowered his head and swallowed the huge cock head that had swelled into purple red, and tasted a little fishy smell , Roy seemed to be laughing, nimbly licking back and forth, but a little rough when sucking.

"You can experience it for yourself, isn't it only once... um..." The pleasure surged up, and a deep growl escaped from his throat, tremblingly clutching Roy's hair.

Fernand's panting turned into heavy breathing. Roy rubbed his scratched scalp and sat up with his arms straight.

"I paid off the dinner promise." The milky white semen splashed on his cheeks, and a small part that hadn't been swallowed slipped down the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off with his fingertips, his brows and eyes slanted, and his expression was slutty and gorgeous.

"Very good. But don't forget you still have interest to pay." Clinging to the edge of the sofa with his arms, he got up and hooked