heaven bird

[33] City of Desire

【Shut up and just fuck me.】

"Get up." Michael said awkwardly after looking at the door Tang left for a long time.

"Huh?" There were only two people in the room, and of course T-bag knew who he was calling. He was very surprised that Mr. Engineer could still notice him. He thought he would be in a daze for another two hours, and then announced What about the marriage news with that door, "Teddy is here to serve you, what do you need?"

Michael was unmoved, and there was still icy sarcasm in his tone: "If you want to experiment with bloodletting until when will people die, I suggest you go to a place farther away and out of my sight."

Michael saw that T-bag carefully moved his injured hand to the front with a fake hand, coughed a few times to smooth out his hoarse voice, and said in a pitiful tone: "Teddy is very happy Treat the wound, but, you see, I can't even get out of this room."

T-bag's tawny eyes had almost lost all the old bloody aura, and it looked like a real teddy bear wagging its tail at its owner to show weakness.

Michael didn't understand at all what conclusions T-bag's different brain nerves had drawn, which made him make such an inexplicable move.

But in the end he just glanced at him in displeasure, slammed the door and walked out.

A few minutes later, Michael returned to the room with a dark face holding disinfectant and bandages.

And T-bag remained motionless on the bedside table, and raised his paralyzed right hand to him with difficulty: "Oh, sweetheart, do you know how much T-bag has suffered for you? I just wanted to share the same room with you. I just scratched my right hand, and the wound didn't even heal... I was poked by a bullet at night."

Michael looked at his bloody right hand and frowned. It wasn't that he hadn't heard their conversation at all. He knew that the wound on T-bag's hand was because of himself-but of course he didn't think why T-bag didn't use his damn fake hand To block the gun, that cunning man knows Michael's soft heart better than anyone else, and in order to get a little sympathy from his cold beauty, he will do whatever it takes.

Michael sat back on the side of the bed again, and the bed board creaked, "Hand."

"...This scene is so similar to a wedding scene, I would think you are going to wear a ring for me." T-bag smiled and stretched out his hand, "Ido."

Michael shook his hands expressionlessly, and sprinkled alcohol directly on his wound.

"Wow—" T-bag finally restrained himself from shouting in embarrassment, "Well, this feels just like you...it's so hot."

T-bag felt that this scene was very unreal, they wanted to kill each other countless times, but now, Michael sat quietly across from him, bandaging his wound.

"The scene right now is just amazing," T-bag said.

Michael remained silent throughout.

T-bag also shut his mouth. He was sitting in the best viewing seat, so he looked up and down and observed the beauties in his house even more brazenly. Michael's mood tonight seemed extremely abnormal, as if it was sharper than usual, and It seems to be more tired and fragile, which makes his own temperament look colder and alienated, but in T-bag's view, there is a kind of fear of being abandoned by the whole world, so he can only choose to curl up in his own barrier, with the surrounding people. The illusion that everything draws a line.

T-bag licked his lips, the illusion made him unable to tell whether he wanted to hug him to comfort him, or want to destroy him again, he said again, "Do you regret it? Beauty."

"...he killed my family." Michael lowered his charming green eyes and said vaguely, his attention seemed to be on the dressing, wrapping the gauze around the wound round and round.

"You always want to save the people you got, but lost more people." His mother, father, brother, and wife, he kept trying to save and save, but gradually lost each of them (Note 1 ).

"A person's life is a process of losing." The moonlight coated Michael with a layer of soft silver light, which blurred his coldness and made his expression stubborn and sad.

The gauze tied the last knot, and Michael wanted to get up to leave, but T-bag held his hand behind his back, and the tawny eyes that danced with sparks were fixed on Michael's face.

Under the watchful eyes of the Moonlight Goddess, T-bag took Michael's hand, closed his eyes and kissed his palm, and swore as if in some pious ceremony, "And T-bag will never belong to anyone else. "

But Michael didn't get rid of him immediately, he hesitated rarely, but T-bag is obviously not someone who is gentle enough to wait until he wakes up and repents, no matter how obedient he pretends to be, he is always a snake with a poisonous core, As long as there is a slight slack in the prey, he will pounce on them and kill them.

So when Michael came to his senses, he had already been pushed back on the bed by T-bag, and T-bag's erect lower body was on his lap.

"Go away, Bagwell!" Michael shouted angrily, he didn't understand which sentence of their previous conversation could arouse each other's sexual desire.

T-bag undid the buttons on his hospital gown, of course Michael didn't know, the wavering eyes he looked at him just now made T-bag's blood rush for a moment, and he could hardly control his dark emotions, green eyes The engineer is his, and it should be his alone since a long time ago. He really wants to eat him, tear him up slowly, and hide him in his belly, so that no one can peep.

T-bag kissed his bare back, there were scars on Michael's back after washing off a large number of tattoos, T-bag thought they were an eyesore, his beauty should only leave scars for him, T-bag Nibbling at his bruises, and sending a string of kisses down his spine that made Michael shudder.

And T-bag's voice is low and like the temptation of a siren, "You are so gentle to everyone, why are you only cruel to T-bag, I have never killed anyone you think is important, sympathize with me , save me, be soft to me...and fall in love with me quickly."

"No... maybe..." Michael refused and shook his head.

T-bag snorted nonchalantly, he put his arms around Michael's waist, and forced him to kneel on the bed, his hand easily penetrated into Michael's baggy pants, holding the young man's desire to raise his head slightly, up and down Rub vigorously.

He guessed that his beautiful engineer liked a little bit of rough treatment, and it turned out that he was right, and Michael quickly trembled uncontrollably, oh, sensitive, cold beauty who likes to be treated rough, T-bag Just thinking about it can almost cum.

The T-bag scraped cruelly at the fluid that was beginning to seep from him: "Oh baby, Surprise...you're wet."

"Shutup..." Michael cursed, his mind was very confused, as if he had returned to his dream, and he couldn't find the ability to respond.

"Wrong line." T-bag chuckled in his ear, accelerated the speed in his hand, felt the thing in his hand swell to a certain extent, and trembled pitifully, "At this time, it should be said, 'Shutupand ...justfuckme.'..."

"Hmm..." Michael panted and released it from his hand. He seemed to see many small white halos appearing in front of his eyes, shaking him unconsciously.

But the T-bag didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, he smeared Michael's semen in his back hole, and stirred his fingers wantonly inside him, the feeling of even more pleasure made Michael feel terrible, he almost It was like hearing the sticky sound of being touched to the internal organs.

"I'm not like others, beauty, I will never leave you for anything else, you see, I have no faith, no freedom, no God." T-bag kept whispering almost cruel sweet words to him, while Crazy biting the wound on his back while indulging in gentle caress, as if to forcibly instill some kind of thought into his heart.

"Ah...ha..."

"T-bag is only you...Michael, there is only you, baby, your words will be my bible, you can either forgive me or kill me." T-bag looked at his penis slowly with fascination and satisfaction. Entering Michael's body, "Iamyours..."

"It's great..." T-bag licked his chapped lips, feeling extremely comfortable being wrapped in Michael's body, "You were born...suited to be fucked by T-bag like this..."

Under the fierce thrust of the T-bag, the cold sharpness in Michael's eyes was finally turned into mist, and he panted and moaned in a trance.

"no……"

The obscene and pitiful appearance made T-bag more excited, and began to search for a position that could make Michael even more crazy, until when he touched a certain place, Michael suppressed a sob, T-bag kissed his shoulder reassuringly, and every thrust after that hit Michael's sensitive point fiercely, the excessive pleasure made Michael's thighs tremble continuously, and it was almost impossible to go smoothly Kneeling on the bed, it seems that the only point of focus is the penis of the T-bag inside.

"Umm... ah... let go..."

It was too intense, and the mountains of pleasure made Michael's eyes blurred, as if his soul had been taken over. The fear in his subconscious made Michael stretch out his hand unconsciously, wanting to crawl forward, but his hand was quickly blocked by a The bandage-wrapped hand pressed down, clasping fingers compulsively.

T-bag's usual hoarse voice sounded in his ear, seeming to be a little crazy because of excitement, "Where do you want to go, baby, Teddy is yours, so of course you should be mine too... Ha... You can go anywhere Can't go, I want to lock you up here - in Bagwell's arms, in my heart..."

Michael couldn't answer, he didn't even catch what T-bag was saying below, but he had no choice but to come convulsively and tremblingly in T-bag's arms.

Note 1: Michael went into the Fox River to save his elder brother, so he was involved in a series of incidents, gained and lost his parents, and finally Lincoln also had his own life, so this is written in the article :)