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★

7.【CHRISTIANLACROIXTUMULTE／Throbbing】

Top Notes: Bay Oil, Juniper, Berries

Middle Notes: Geranium, Elemi

Aftertaste: Cedarwood, Patchouli, Sandalwood

Fernand was sitting on the sofa, and the man was kneeling across his waist, with his head lowered, one hand resting on his chest, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

The two knuckles are not in the man's tight hole, stirring the soft tender meat inside.The man trembled when his fingertips touched somewhere inside the intestinal wall.

He stayed there, pressing and rubbing with his fingertips, the wet and hot intestinal wall was tightly attached to his fingers, and the man panted softly, and the hole kept shrinking.

The lubricated hole was easier to enter than before, he squeezed in the third finger and pumped, and the excess lubricating fluid dripped down.

He raised his head and licked the man's neck, pulled out his fingers, opened the buttocks, rubbed his high penis to the buttocks, and let the top brush the contracted back hole from time to time.

His body was already stained with excitement, and he couldn't bear the comfort of being rubbed against his back. Roy hugged Fernand, leaning his upper body together, feeling a little dazed.

Thirsting for more contact, he took a deep breath, "Put on the cover, hurry up."

Fernand smiled and bit Roy's neck.

This is an order that people willingly follow.

Looking up at the man kneeling on his body, his brows were slightly frowned, his lower lip was biting red, his head was raised to reveal the skin of his neck, and his expression was a bit uncomfortable.

Roy held the thick penis with one hand, slowly taking it into his body.The back is stretched and filled, and the waist is slightly swayed, slowly repeating the action of letting the penis enter deeper until it is fully included.

"Hmm..." Inhaling deeply, the sense of disobedience of being invaded at the back was always unavoidable at the beginning, and Roy unconsciously clenched his hands on the back of the sofa.

Fernandra lowered his body, stroking the tight waist and buttocks.Even though he had just expanded, Roy was still terribly tight, as if he was about to force people to disarm immediately, the soft inner wall kept sucking him.Resisting the desire to grab someone and fuck him hard, he semi-comfortably pressed his lower lip that was ravaged by Roy himself, and kissed the tightly closed lips, to which Roy unexpectedly obeyed.

He bit the soft tip of his tongue with extremely light force, kneaded the firm buttocks with both hands, and slowly moved to the inner thighs.Roy put his arms around his shoulders, and his small breathing sounded like a sigh; the body touched by his fingertips was no longer so tight, and Fernand slowly pushed up, getting a few muffled groans and slight struggles move.

Lips separated slightly, exchanging hot and humid breaths, Roy moved his hands to Fernand's shoulders, propped up the body that was pulled down, and was pushed deep into the body by the hotter and thicker genitals.

Probably the whole thing went in, he moaned, shaking his waist slightly, his sensitive pouch kept rubbing against the curly hair on Fernand's lower abdomen, it was unbearable to stand still after getting used to it.

He held his glove, which was already wet and slippery due to body fluids, but Fernand pushed his hand away, and the movement of taking the glove was a bit rough, which just made up for the intense stimulation he longed for.

Pressing on Fernand's abdomen, hot oppression came from the joint.Ejecting, refilling, thick, hot cock pushing through gut.Roy instinctively looked for the most sensitive place in his body, and twisted his waist to meet the rhythm of his thrusting.

The straight and swollen penis was covered by the warm and tender vagina, and the greasy liquid overflowed from the joint, dripping as Fernand supported Roy's waist to pull the penis out.He was breathing heavily, sweat was leaking from his body, and Roy's breathing became more and more intense. The ever-shrinking acupuncture point squeezed and inhaled as if trying to swallow him up, repeating the movements of lifting his body and sitting down, allowing him to penetrate deeper .

Fernand squinted, unable to tell who was in control of the sex.

Roy twisted his waist to urge him to move, and he couldn't refuse at all, and he was completely willing to cooperate, filling Roy's body with all his strength.

It was almost half-forced to get him to climax, to see the seductive appearance of the man trembling absentmindedly and shrouded in lust.

And because of this, his desire soared, and all the gentle and easy teasing rolled to God knows where in the world, he tried to slow down his movements, but his body automatically pushed him down on the sofa, and put those long legs on his shoulders , Entering the mouth of the acupoint that was destroyed by him bright red again.

He sprinted deeper, the part buried in Roy's body was as hot as it was about to dissolve, and the turbulent pleasure was like an explosion. He heard himself growl, the unstoppable pleasure flooded his reason, and his mind went blank.

It took a while for Fernand to feel that his brain regained his ability to think. He left Roy's warm and humid body—reluctantly, but he knew it was not comfortable to be weighed down by a big man—and lazily nestled on the sofa In the middle of the day, Roy, who was lying on his back, swayed his ankles, not wanting to move much.

"Help me;" Roy kicked him, his voice hoarse. "Pour me a glass of water."

"Is tea okay?" He grabbed the one foot that had been freed for a while, and stroked it back and forth from the inside of the knee to the ankle.

Humming out a nasal sound to express his agreement, Roy was too lazy to struggle now, so he simply let Fernand feel happy.Just before Roy got impatient and wanted to kick someone again, the unfinished black tea was finally brought to his lips.

After satisfying all his physical needs, Roy began to reflect.He knows that he can afford to play those games of love between men and women; he can indulge his desires, but he is not a person who can't stand his desires, but meeting Fernand made him... out of control.

Yes, out of control.

Roy didn't like the word, but he'd admit it.He has always judged himself as sharply as he has judged others.

They played games, and sometimes certain words were cruel to the heart, and he should have been offended, but he wasn't.

If you only talk about sex and not about love, no matter how violent the heartbeat is when the body is entangled, after the temperature cools down, there is only a smile to say goodbye, no nostalgia.It was just to vent his desire, he knew it all too well, so he could turn around and leave without turning his head.

But he actually allowed Fernand to approach and get too close to him.Roy knew how indifferent he was, and this progress was too fast and unexpected for him.

"What are you thinking about?" Fernand squatted in front of Roy, who was holding an empty cup and didn't know where he was lost, and stared up.

"...You should collect what you haven't finished eating."

Before saying this, if there is no obvious pause, his faint smile can definitely cover up everything.Fernand didn't ask any further questions. He kissed his knees, stood up, and threw the trousers to him: "Then take it away."

Roy put the rest of the snacks in the refrigerator and said "I'll leave it to you" and then ran to take a shower with a very casual attitude, leaving Fernand in front of the two-meter-high log cabinet to study how many cookies were collected here. porcelain brand.

Two large sideboards with carved logs next to each other are not incompatible with modern kitchen utensils, and the set of tableware placed inside reflects the owner's attention to life taste.

From the cutlery rack, you can see at least four sets of tableware for 12 people, as well as a variety of coffee, black tea pair cups and dessert plates.

This is a sideboard where most of the contents are quite expensive. The blue crossed swords on the back of the cup and plate probably have the same meaning as the Starbucks logo to Roy—Fernand really saw the Starbucks mug placed on it. Boto pair next to the cup.

It's just that Roy doesn't seem to be interested in British bone china, and the world-renowned British royal family's royal boutiques don't appear in this cabinet exuding a faint wood fragrance.

"Interested in porcelain?" Roy came out of the bathroom wearing only pajama pants, pajamas hanging on his arms, and went to the kitchen to pour water.

"Ordinary, my family likes it." Fernand did not say that he is more familiar with wine glasses than fine porcelain. Of course, porcelain is occasionally used, but it is not as common as wine glasses.There are also some wine glasses in this cabinet, but the number is not as overwhelming as that of porcelain.

"Like Eve, these are her collections."

"Eve?"

"My mother." Roy found a mug from nowhere, and Fernand didn't need sharp eyes to see the three big water ripples on the mug and the crown surrounded by the letters, Royal Copenhagen.

"Starbucks too?" There is also the cartoon characterized sack Jason and the rabbit hanging on the clothesline, which have a strange taste.

After pouring down the water in one breath, he said, "That's mine."

"She hates English china?"

"I don't know, she should have them at home. Maybe I told her that the flowers and plants that grow too complicated are an eyesore, and my house refused to accept them, so these are the ones that were placed here."

"It sounds like your mother has a lot of collection." And it's rich, Fernand thought. Compared with the price of houses and fancy cars on the Upper West Side, the china is nothing.

"Maybe. There are many anniversaries every year that can be used as an excuse to buy." Roy is sure that the mother's tableware is definitely enough to be replaced in turn throughout the year, and if there is no room at home, he will throw the less used tableware to his son. "The good thing is, I don't have to buy them for the next 40 years."

After chatting for a while, Fernand was pushed by Roy to take a shower. When he came out, he saw Roy leaning on the bedside reading a book, already in pajamas, covered with a quilt, and picking a page with his fingertips.

The lighting in the bedroom is soft, and the bed is comfortable and warm. Fernand has a familiar illusion, like the scene where his parents sat by his bed and read a bedtime story in childhood.I miss it so peacefully, but fundamentally feel that this overlapping imagination is absurd and uninhibited.

He still borrowed Roy's clothes to wear, with a natural and light laurel fragrance.

"I poured water for you." Roy said, covered with a thin blanket, indicating that things had been placed on the low table in the corner.

The pattern of the mug is that the pumpkin monster is eating a pumpkin, and Fernand lamented that Roy's special aesthetics for the cup pattern instantly helped him create a crack in his memory.

"Thanks." He climbed into bed and ducked under the same blanket, ignoring the cannibal mug.He leaned against Roy's body, and was still extremely warm through his clothes.

"What are you looking at?" Fernand glanced at the pages of the book, and the printed words lined up the words "No one gives a lover a picture, and it actually shows a brain pierced by a bow and arrow". He silently remembered a few seconds ago. Ignore the mug.

The way Roy answered the question was to open the cover, and the prominent title immediately jumped out, "Debt and Repayment".

Fernand didn't expect Roy to read fairy tales like "The Little Prince", and of course he wouldn't read them himself.But Roy can destroy his beautiful imagination. Don't Americans just like watching Superman under the quilt?At least reading hero comics or science fiction on the bed is more in line with his childhood memories. This kind of title is directly associated with the topic of discussing financial turmoil... He would not use it as a bedtime reading in his childhood, and he will not use it now. .

"Come on," temporarily lacking interest in books, he lay down and rubbed Roy's waist with his hands, "Come lie down."

After thinking about it for two seconds, Roy lay down, not completely. He lay on his side with his hands resting on his temples, "Want to sleep?"

"We did it three times," Fernand said suddenly, "and slept two nights."

"Hmm." Resting his head on one hand didn't make it difficult for Roy to raise his eyebrows or nod, nor did it prevent him from looking directly into Fernand's eyes.

"So I think now is the time to get to know each other better." It's their first date today, a familiar stranger.

Jude Law seems to have said a similar line, Roy thought, I don't know which romance movie. "you first?"

"I am Spanish."

Roy made a nasal sound that was not unexpected, and Fernand continued: "The short-term goal is to become an accountant."

"Have you decided on your mid-range and long-term goals?"

"Not yet, I just want to go back to my hometown to grow grapes at the age of 60. If I live to that time, it's up to you."

Not a farm, not a greenhouse, but grapes.The most conceivable thing is to make wine. Roy nodded. Many people hope to run a winery after retirement. This is a very common dream.There are many small wineries in Spain, but Fernand was talking about growing grapes. He guessed that Fernand probably came from a winery.

"Let me think about how to say it." Roy thought about it, his expression relaxed and soft. "I'm a local, and I own a catering company... My dream is to become a researcher, and I'm working on it."

Gently stroking Roy's arm, "You have a company, but dream of becoming a researcher?"

"It's not contradictory, is it?" He slowly ran through his slightly curly black hair, and he was very used to hearing others' questions about the gap between his career and his dreams.

"What contradicts is your time allocation. You have time to hang out with me in bed?" He is actually not qualified to say that. Instead of letting this man go to study, he prefers Roy just lying beside him, warm, relaxed, what's the matter Neither do.

"...I read very fast, and it is not difficult to make up for the progress I fell behind during the holidays."

Fernand put his arms around Roy, put his palm on his back, and continued to go up. "Now I know you're a fast reader, you hate coriander, and maybe you like black tea and wine, and in a way, I guess you enjoy it."

"After listening to your analysis, I revealed a lot of information unknowingly?"

"You can do the same, Luo Ping."

"Arson Robin?"

"Of course, your ass is definitely better than a detective in a rocking chair."

Roy laughed, "I admit that your comment is correct, but I prefer Philo Vance."

"Philo Vance has a good-looking face, with a slightly arrogant and mocking expression..." He raised his head slightly, holding his face with both hands, blending his breath, "So arrogant Ellery? Quinn doesn't please you? "

"Compared to Quinn who has a girlfriend, Philo Vance, who is gay, is much better." A beautiful smile, full of jokes.

"Is that the reason?"

Nodding, "That's it."

When Fernand read it, he really felt that the friendship between Philo Vance and John Markham was very problematic. Roy was so sure... No, it is too arbitrary and too casual to judge whether he likes characters or not for this reason. Willful.

"It's really willful." Sighing lightly, Fernand wanted to kiss him, that beautiful and bright smile.So he posted it without thinking much about it.

Roy's fingers brushed his forehead, his face, fingertips gently, brushed his shoulders, chest to waist, without any flirting intentions, but the touching skin was more intimate than any previous intense caress .

The cool cedar is the smell he smells most often on Roy, sometimes patchouli, sometimes sandalwood, each of which is elegant and seductive, far away.

After washing away these urban atmospheres, what is left is an indulging tranquility and relaxation, like the afternoon sun.Even if there is only the yellowish light of the night lamp now, it is as warm as a flame.

"Roy." He stared at him.

"Huh?" Those blue eyes are as deep as the lake under the moon, and the indescribable meaning is hazy and blurred, drifting into the heart like water mist.Roy's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Would you like to try how many times you can do it in one night?" The bass sounded very comfortable and serious.

But Roy laughed low, trembling a little.But he concealed it very well. He didn't know whether the trembling at that moment came from an inexplicable strong emotion or because he was needed, "Don't be stupid, go to bed quickly."

Fernand hugged him, feeling the heat of body interaction and overlapping heartbeats, as if the intense pulsation was his own.

Those who listen may not understand, but Fernand still whispered in Roy's ear: "Mide se de ti fu ue el m á sterribley corto, el m á s rev u el to ye brio, el m á stirant ey á vido. )”

Roy didn't reply and hugged him tightly.

Just hug now.

Just a hug.

■

Tuesday.

After Roy sent him home on Sunday, he was not seen at all as predicted, which made him a little unhappy.

The juniper and green grass fragrance dissolves in the air with the cool breeze, refreshing morning.

And at the beginning of Tuesday, Fernand decided to go home and study after class, to see where Roy could meet him.

Walking into the lecture theater, Fernand felt that there was something wrong with the arrangement of the students around him.

This open course has no fixed seats, but a large number of women squeezed into the front row, and the impression that those people used to sit in the last row disrupted the classroom order, which is quite unusual.

Putting down the backpack, he still sat in the old position with the three-person connecting seat by the wall.The inner side was occupied, and he sat down on the aisle seat.

"I remember you." The petite and slender figure nestled against the wall spoke first, with a friendly smile, "Are you Roy's friend, Fernand?"

"You..." Fernand looked down at the girl next door who was speaking from the state of no one else, and there was an empty seat between them.A small oriental doll, the wrists and body are so thin that they would break when folded, and the facial features are as vague as all orientals, making it difficult to identify.

"We met, at the bar. You went with Meg." Sophie reminded softly, she wasn't very persistent to make the other party remember, but, handsome guy, it's not against the law to strike up a conversation.

Besides, people have a nature of gossip, so she was curious about what happened between him and Roy that day.

As soon as she talked about Fernand, she was very impressed, not because of her appearance, he never paid much attention to women.However, she is "that girl"... What a coincidence, it took so long to find out that they were taking the same class.

He raised a polite smile, how could he not remember. "I remember. You are Sophie."

What is it about this girl that Roy likes?

Fernand couldn't make a judgment yet, and when Sophie looked into his eyes, they were obviously looking at each other.

Curling her hair with her fingertips, Sophie quickly recalled information about the man in front of her.This is not an easy task for her.Before the conversation, this classmate had been classified by her as an insignificant handsome passer-by. Even after being introduced by Roy, he was still a passer-by, and her brain would not store the information of passers-by for too long.

The only good thing is that there is never a lack of topics about this classmate during get out of class time, because he is really good-looking.To paraphrase a certain female classmate who is also the initiator of the topic—he is currently sitting in the front row—the description, he has a wild and selfish temperament, honey-colored skin, deep facial features, a half-smile expression and dark colors His eyes are full of mystery, and at the same time possess passionate Latin feelings...

She scratched her head and stared hard.

Fernand saw that Asians all looked the same. Sophie was only a little better than him. She could distinguish the difference in appearance, but she couldn't tell the difference between Caucasians, let alone Latin feelings.She can only guess from the color of her skin, which is usually very inaccurate.

As for other adjectives, maybe, she doesn't judge unfamiliar people.

At present, the only thing that can be confirmed is that those eyes are very electric, although that smile...is very cold.

She had seen the way Fernand looked at Roy, and there was only one person's focus in his eyes.

As soon as those eyes left Roy, they turned cold.Not malicious, but not friendly.It's just superficial work.As for now, I still have to look at it.

he asked, ignoring Sophie's look of surprise that he would speak, and pointed to the full seats in the front row. "What's different about today's class?"

"No, it's just watching documentaries and discussions. I said it last week." Sophie looked at the hot girls who were sitting in the first row with great interest. "The difference is that the teaching assistants take over the classes. The teaching assistants are very handsome."

This is scheduled to impress, the professor said last week.The handsome assistant is the point of those women, right?It is a wonder of the world that people who don't usually listen to the lectures will sit in the front to watch the movie.

"Has the assistant ever appeared?" Fernand has no memory of this at all. If he looks good, he won't have no memory.

Sophie knew that Fernand skipped the first class of this semester, "Yes, it happened once, during the first class."

Before Fernand could speak, there was a sudden commotion in the front row.As the class bell ended, the teaching assistant appeared at the door of the classroom on time, unaware that he had become the source of commotion.

"Teaching assistant?" He saw Roy walk into the classroom, and Sophie answered this question in the affirmative.

"Hmm, he's very handsome, it makes sense to be crazy about him."

The bet that they will meet on Tuesday is no coincidence, and he finally understands the mystery.

Fernand was curious about the meaning of Sophie's affirmation, "You too?"

Sophie smiled and pulled her coat to wrap herself tightly.Her intuition told her that this was an individual question with deep meaning, and that if she was smart enough, she'd be better off avoiding it. "I like to admire good-looking people. If you pay attention, those hot girls sitting in the front row are talking about you a lot too."

"What they think doesn't matter."

Am I important?Can you stop cutting me into pieces with that ardent gaze?I really have nothing to do with Roy. You should know that he is very gentlemanly and treats girls very well. Hugs and kisses are commonplace in the United States. It is definitely not because I have any illicit relationship with him!

Sophie cried out in her heart.She doesn't know where she offended Fernand. This conclusion does not need evidence to support it. Her intuition is always accurate to the point of outrage, and it is very unromantic. Otherwise, she might be able to immerse herself in these two hours. In the fantasy that the handsome guy is interested in her.

"Everyone," said Roy, who was standing on the podium, with a formulaic smile, and he seemed in a bad mood. "Today's lesson is very simple. After watching the documentary, I will ask you a few questions."

Roy started to play the film immediately without any extra nonsense, and the documentary started with a rough-looking musical with a sense of age.

Fernand moved his eyes, and Roy stood in the front corner of the classroom, as if evaluating whether there was any problem with the film screening.

Roy didn't look at anyone, just looked at the projected screen, without him or the girl sitting next to him in his eyes, as if he didn't know anyone in this space.

Apart from the content of the film shown, Fernand focused most of his attention on Sophie.She sat there, smiling and not saying a word, making people almost ignore her existence.He was sure that if it wasn't for Roy's reason, he wouldn't have taken another look at this girl.

He didn't understand why she could make Roy treat her differently.

Before the end of the course, Roy announced that based on the questions he raised and the discussions in the class, he would hand in a report next week.

After class, Sophie squeezed out of her seat and jogged in the direction of the teaching assistant who had packed up her things and was about to leave quickly.Someone's eyes were piercing her back until she called Roy, and the feeling of the thorns on her back disappeared—it was changed to a thousand arrows piercing her heart, but she didn't feel any pain in the eyes of the hot girls.

"What's the matter?" Roy stopped on the edge of the podium, his tone was more than ten times milder than the formulaic one on the podium just now.

"Well... thank you for taking me home that day," she said, a little too late, but she said it.

Nodding, "You're welcome, what a man should do."

Next, let's get to the point. Sophie knew it was an excuse, because everyone has a heart to gossip. "I have a question about the report."

"Please say."

"Is there no group presentation for this class?"

She went around and around until Sophie felt that the reason was so legitimate, and she admired how she came up with such a roundabout method.No way, it's a public place, and there are many people watching.If she was alone in private, she would ask directly.

So Roy didn't doubt him, and answered with an official statement: "As far as I know the professor, all your reports are completed independently."

"Thank you, that's great. I don't mind being hostile like this."

He frowned slightly, "Have you encountered racial discrimination in class? Although it is an undesirable sense of superiority, unfortunately, there is nothing I can do. I believe you have the ability to overcome it."

"I think that's a personal bias, saying that racism is too serious." It's sexism at all, and it has nothing to do with race.

She glanced in Fernand's direction, who was being accosted by a hot girl.

"Oh..." Roy followed and looked over.As long as he raised his eyes throughout the whole class, he would definitely see eyes staring at him, neither dodging nor avoiding, even now.He slowly took out his wallet from the inner compartment of his suit jacket, took out a business card, quickly signed a few words on it, and bent over to hand it to her. "If... he needs counseling."

Sophie took it, she took the business card, it was Roy's own.Covering the text on it from anyone who is interested in prying eyes, he took advantage of the short time Roy leaned over to ask in a low voice: "Boyfriend?"

"A date." He responded in a very low voice. "Give it to him."

"Thank you..." Holding the business card between her close palms, Sophie wondered how to give this business card to Fernand, who seemed to dislike her.

"You're welcome. If there are no other questions, I'll leave first." He waved his hand casually, and his leaving gesture was very reckless, leaving Sophie turning around and silently worrying about what to do.

She lined up a female classmate who invited Fernand for lunch and slowly walked back to her seat. She was a blond and blue-eyed Western beauty. She heard Fernand coldly refuse—she has seen it many times since the beginning of school, because she loves gossip, so she is especially good at it. Pay attention to this kind of thing - without even the slightest hesitation, she was so decisive that she wanted to award the female classmate a brave medal.

"Fernand, can I call you that?" The beautiful classmate bit her lower lip and walked away gracefully with her waist twisted. She regretted wasting such a stunner as the beautiful classmate, while doing the same thing: "I'm interested in having a meal together." rice?"

"No." With cold and contemptuous eyes, the monosyllable veto was extremely decisive.

"I hate it, I refused so quickly." What's going on with this disdainful attitude towards the beautiful classmate just now, you bastard!You see me as an eyesore, right?Sophie smiled unhappily, and forced the business card into Fernand's hand, "This place is opened by a friend of mine. It's very good. Look, you can get a discount with his business card. Really don't think about it?"

Seeing the elegant light gray lines on the edge of the business card, and the string of English letters and contact information of Ronald Redmayne in the center, Fernand immediately blocked the reflex that was about to throw away with a backhand a second ago.Turning to the back of the business card, there were a few words written on the back that should have been blank, he narrowed his eyes menacingly, and his smile was not friendly at all. "Okay, seven o'clock, okay?"

You don't have to force it, really.Sophie pursed her lips aggrievedly, wanting to say so very much.Her invitation is not the point, the point is Roy's business card.It's fine for Fernand to take away the business card and refuse the invitation. Why put on the face of a carnivorous beast trying to kill its prey so that she can't eat it.

Even if the other party is a hunk, she can't alleviate her resentment at the moment. She has now realized what it means to bring disaster out of her mouth!

"...Okay, seven o'clock." Sophie lowered her head, full of reluctance, "I'll see you at the door of the library." She murmured, then picked up her small backpack and rushed out of the classroom without looking back.

Fernand didn't have the slightest intention of staying.He held the card to the tip of his nose.The aged woody astringency of elemi blends with the sweetness of plum blossom, leisurely and exotic.

The beautiful handwriting on the back of the business card says "Iwin."