[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

In the dark, the retro gramophone is playing the world peace declaration that I don’t know a few years ago. A scholar is repeating Einstein’s speech, and the magnificent and loud voice is spinning around in the dilapidated small pharmacy: “I don’t Know what weapons were used in World War Six, but in World War Five people will only fight each other with sticks and stones."

This was discussed long before the Third World War, but in the end, isn't it what it is now?No one likes to hear this kind of chicken soup for the soul, and the people in the room obviously have no time to care about it.

The sun was shining brightly outside the door, and in this tightly closed and airtight dark room, the noise that was suppressed deliberately could be heard clearly.

Clothes were roughly torn off and discarded, no one was distracted to take care of it, so they were scattered on the ground.

Yimulian leaned on the dilapidated desk, his face flushed sickly, listening to the babbling sound of this old antique, it seemed that it was more embarrassing than the teasing of the person behind him.

Obviously he was the one who seduced it first.

Using the heat of bonding to lure a sentinel who doesn't want to bond with him, just to satisfy his own selfish desires, isn't it immoral?

"Uh...uh!" With such guilt in his heart, Yimu Lian embarrassingly buried the pain in his elbow—this was something he couldn't help himself, and he had been thinking about it for several years!He thought so much, knowing that it was wrong, but his lower back couldn't help leaning against the hot thing behind him, he couldn't control the dirty desire, this is Xiao Xiang!It was ugly, but as the narrow gap between the tailbone and the mouth of the hole was rubbed back and forth viciously, his plump buttocks were raised high, a little bit closer to the tempting and depraved heat source.

"So fast?" Huang's hand intentionally or unintentionally scratched between his lower abdomen, drew a circle along his navel, and flicked on the front end maliciously, causing him to pinch his thighs.

Yimulian buried his face even deeper.This body doesn't seem to be his, even if he unilaterally seduces, how can there be such a reason to take the initiative to suck someone else's body!It's not him, it's not him, Huang hasn't done anything yet, his flesh roots that have been deliberately abstinent all year round are sticking out and stained with shame, and even the back of his neck is flushed as if he is proclaiming his long-held longing.

It is absolutely not moral to conquer the Sentinels with the flesh.

None of these beasts loyal to their desires can withstand the temptation of the guide pheromones during the hot period... Their taste is sweet and delicious, which will make people feel the taste, and no one will not be tempted.

What's more, it's like him who "forces each other with death".

His waist was almost pressed against the table, and he could feel his desire against the table gradually harden, it was pressed hard against the table, the pain was so painful that people could not think: "Don't, don't do this..."

"Huh?" Huang's face was buried between his necks, he awkwardly wanted to turn his face to the other side, but he came back together in the frantic struggle in his heart.He couldn't control himself to get close to Huang's hot and sticky breath, he yearned for Huang's sentinel pheromone like crazy, and there was only one thought in his mind: Give me, give me, you are my sentinel, so you should be mine ...What kind of shit "Sentinel", look at me, I am closer to you than the man who is far away in the sky, always within the range of your touch, this guide loves you, his spirit Both the body and the body are yearning for you, he is willing to give up the dignity of a man, and accept your invasion with the most private part...

"No..." Yimulian breathed in the congealed air in pain, and there was some place itching, he rubbed Huang's lower body with his tailbone, just this was enough for him to let out a sigh stuck in Noise's eyes: "ah……"

The slender fingers that had been sketching between his plump buttocks for a long time finally penetrated into the tight hole, which made his waist tremble violently, leaving only a daze in his mind.Yimu Lian was at a loss and called his lover's name, forced his back hole to relax and pushed up with shame, and murmured: "Huang, Huang..."

"Yeah." Huang's right index finger squeezed hard, sinking into his scorching back acupuncture point as if the wound had been splashed with spicy wine, his vision suddenly began to blur, his waist was so soft that it was a mess, and his raised buttocks retracted with difficulty Shrinking, was pushed back to the high position again.The bandage on Huang's right hand rubbed against Yimulian's thigh, and the rough cloth surface of the bandage rubbed his thigh red, and his fingers rubbed and pressed the unexplored tight hole again and again, which did not It's not teasing, but the sound of sizzling water still makes people blush and heartbeat, "Clamp tight, don't drip."

Mouth-watering water stains poured down the walls of his intestines, blocking the wrinkled acupuncture points, as if they were about to drip down and fall to the alcohol-stinging palms at any moment.

Yimu Lian gasped, his flesh tightened, and he swallowed back the sticky liquid: "What's wrong..."

"Shh-"

It quickly became familiar with the inexplicable intrusion of foreign objects. The inner wall sucked his fingers tightly, but then loosened it as if there was no place to loosen it, almost bluntly betraying the most unspeakable desire in his heart, telling a story of shame. The fact that I can hold more, come on, take me, take me, deep in it there is my connection, as the bonding fever explodes, it will continue to beg for your approach, blaze for you , burning for you...

His desire was quickly satisfied, another finger squeezed in against his inner wall, and the fingertips twirled in the deadly place, he flinched for a while, the corners of his eyes began to moisten, but he struggled without any sign.

Wait, what's wrong...

"This is wrong, you are not..." Aren't you unwilling to combine with me?

A year, even more than a year - no matter what you think, the "he" you think really loves you, wants to be fucked by you, misses you so much that every word of yours can arouse his love Throbbing, even if it is so trivial.This has nothing to do with the identity of the guide. Everyone is like this. He has lost since the time he gave his heart, and he has indeed lost completely. Even after a year, he finally waited for that cryptic indirect confession... …

——Why did you suddenly figure it out?Is it because of his temptation?

This is not fair to Huang!Huang has hinted to him so many times, believe me, I don't want to get married for the time being, good night, he has heard too much, he clearly knows that what is happening now is not from Huang's original wish!But his burnt-out rationality still allowed him to act wildly.

Would Huang hate him?On the surface, he is calm and considerate of others, but he is the only one who is selfish in this matter.

Huang was still so "innocent", and lightly dropped a kiss on his ear bone, as if he didn't notice his tricks that were hidden behind the scenes: "Marshal of the Empire threw himself into his arms, can he bear it and still be human?"

"You are not that many... ah... woo..."

"Are you blaming me?"

Fingertips twitched for a while, Yi Mu Lian closed his eyes and nodded and shook his head: "No..."

He actually wanted to ask: Have you really thought about it?But he didn't dare, he was afraid that once he asked, Huang would change his mind.It's not without precedent, he still remembers the collapse and sobs he suppressed in his chest when the orange suppressant was inserted into his body, as if the needle had repeatedly pierced him into thousands of holes.

But he didn't want to be hated by Huang even more.

"Then, stop being a human..."

Yimulian struggled in a panic when he heard the words, and was pushed back on the table by Huang again. Challenging the sentinel's desire to control was an extremely deadly act, and his resistance was met with sharp revenge—for Yimulian.Under the plowing of the fingers, the tender red hole has been so wet that it is opening and closing, eager to swallow the foreign matter deep, but those few fingers are only finely grinding between the shallow folds , but not to drill into it.

Yimulian resigned himself to his fate by wiping away the saliva overflowing from his lips with the back of his hand, and gritted his teeth: "Stop playing tricks on me!"

"Ok?"

Huang, however, didn't seem to hear it, and stuck another finger in. The slit was so tight that he could barely flip it upside down twice, causing Yimu Lian to straighten his waist in pain and pain, and twitch his brows together in pain: "No ... that's enough, come in... that's enough..."

No, what did he say?The honesty of the body doesn't make his heart feel better at all, he can't help but feel guilty, your conscience is going to cry, Yimulian, he thought sadly.

Huang snapped his face back, and violently blocked the sobs of "Please".

You are the marshal, you can't be so humble in the future, you know?ah! ?

Sentinel's genes are irritated by the guide's cowardly compromise, this is your goddamn guide!His sweet bond heat guide seduces you, bond heat has burned his sanity to ashes, what does that mean?It means that this rational and reserved guide is eager to combine with you and share a lifetime with you.

But why are you so humble?You can't be so humble, you can't!No……

Huang let go of his trembling chin, and slowly said: "It's enough to show your humble appearance in front of me."

just me.

Eyes squinted, with a look of being addicted to desire, apathetic and tortured to the point of ignorance, Huang pinched his chin again: "Do you know?" He shrank his neck and nodded.

Fuck the federation, fuck the dark sentinel, f*ck you're gonna die together.I will not die.You won't die either.

The morals that once held him back are all fucking dogs. He didn't sit in the position of Marshal for long, so why did he become so restrained?This is his guide, why would he let two people endure such a life of abstinence for the sake of two ugly and selfish countries!

It used to be fine, but recently Yimulian dangles in front of his eyes every day, no matter how abstinent, it's too fucking anti-human!What's more, his guide doesn't hate this political marriage, and even loves him deeply. After a long period of excessive forbearance, Yimulian has been forced into an extremely strange appearance to him-he hates this environment and himself.

Huang's fingers poked inside twice in resentment. He wanted to pull it out, but who knew that he was wrapped in layers of inner walls and bit him, and he even opened it a little bit and chased after him reluctantly. There was no strength, and I couldn't pull it out, only brought out the wet wet water stains, which slid down the finger web and soaked the clean thin straps just put on.Huang glanced at it, and didn't feel any psychological discomfort, but his eyes were sore, his mouth was dry, and his voice became hoarse: "You are so eager to throw yourself into your arms?"

He twitched again, and this time Yimulian relaxed his legs, turned his head, and breathed his warm breath on his face, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't continue sobbing: "Um..."

Yimulian felt something hard and scalding on his tailbone through the cloth, followed by the sound of the belt being untied, his scalp was numb, as if someone was pinching his heart, and he couldn't bear it. Breaking free from the restraints of the military, he turned around to help the other party untie——Huang's vision has not yet recovered, and it is not easy to fumble in the dark to untie the military-made belt that is as difficult to untie as a chastity belt.Huang snorted and gnawed on his collarbone, his heart skipped a beat, and the belt came off in response, but he didn't dare to look at the size of the huge thing on his lower back just now, and kept his heart skipping a beat in embarrassment. face, but the back of his hands couldn't help stroking the upright pillar: "Which... would be easier?"

"How would I know."

Huang lightly landed on the buttocks, and his waist was half softened when he glanced at Lian: "I mean, for you...you are hurt."

"Fuck you."

Can't kill you if you are injured! ?

Huang grabbed the slumped waist with one hand, ignored Yimu Lian's soft panting like drowning in distress, the huge glans pressed against the open and closed moist hole, and stretched the intertwined folds little by little, in a piece of Gradually submerging into the soft clam meat in the terribly wet, it moved forward slowly, irritable and restrained.Yimulian clamped his legs reflexively, but he brutally broke them apart. Deep marks were pinched on Bai Zhe's legs, which was too eye-catching.

Just penetrate him directly, to the deepest part!The beast named Sentinel Pheromone is roaring, he should have sworn sovereignty long ago, so that no Sentinel can have this privilege anymore, Yimulian will always be his alone!But this tunnel is too tight, the turbulent pleasure surges up, the meat blade can't help but swell in the soft and moist little hole, it wants to welcome and refuse and refuses to welcome the terribly hard cock, shrinking Swallowing in small mouthfuls, he clenched tightly, but didn't let him go any deeper.

"Ah..." Yimulian stiffened his back in a daze—without lubrication, the friction between the intestinal wall and the hard object became more violent, and the sharp touch made Yimulian's moaning and pharynx involuntarily tinged with crying, and the rippling sensitivity in his body made him cry. He was defeated. "Huang, Huang..." He didn't deliberately give up on himself and no longer suppress the mournful cry of showing weakness, although he was absolutely sure that compared with the shameful joy, the pain definitely prevailed.

This is the result of his seduction, isn't it.

"Bite so tightly, is it embarrassing?"

Yimulian's expression appeared in a trance for a moment: "It's not... ah!"

He tried to make himself not so embarrassed, but the moment he forced himself to relax was not easily let go, the tense muscles of the flesh flap were only slightly loosened, and the stiffness drove straight into the deepest part of his body, like A part of the body was forcibly torn apart, pierced alive, and split into two halves.

The fiery transaction naturally has its attractive reasons. The tunnel is full of heat, accompanied by intense stimulation, producing embarrassing convulsions... There is nothing more satisfying than Yimulian's attitude of connivance and intrusion. Something to arouse the desire to conquer!Huang supported his right leg, hugged him and didn't give him room to move, and pushed him forward firmly.

"Aha……"

Yimulian's waist was strangled with a faint bruise, and his waist hangs down weakly against Huang's lower abdomen. His voice is so soft that he almost died of breath, and even his groans and nasal sounds are gradually fragmented. The ground disappeared, leaving only a painful mouth.

"Are you cool?"

"Hmm..." The intestinal wall clung to him, licking and sucking the foreign object that brought him passion, and he was struggling to find a little pleasure in the pain caused by being repeatedly teased—probably some , His body actually catered to that ferocious beast in such a way that he would even bite it spontaneously when it backed away, looking for a deliberate next attack, wriggling enthusiastically to fill up the tortured emptiness.

The pumping speed accelerated a lot, eyes were red with eye circles, but he straightened his waist hard, and couldn't help shaking back and forth with the hot penis that started to penetrate between his buttocks, calling out in a daze: "marshal……"

He seemed unable to hear the sticky sound of water when it collided, even though the inner wall was opening and closing, he was very reluctant to part with the violent invasion.Thin sweat stained his skin with an indescribable obscenity. This provocative color was written on his face that usually does not have much emotion, but his eyes full of lust are still the same. clear.Huang bit his earlobe, almost unable to control his destructive desire.

He deserves this color! Skin has such a dewy glow, it should!Let the information of the guide overflow to overflowing, step by step to draw people deeper...

As a dark sentinel, the restraint that Huang has always been proud of has not been able to overcome the desire for the guide in front of him for the first time, and he does not know where the ruthlessness came from.Yimulian's groans were broken to the point of collapse, and even a little teasing would bring heinous pain, so he could only beg in a low voice in a daze: "Marshal, Marshal..."

"Who is it?"

Yimulian didn't know whether he heard Qing Huang's teasing, he was confused by the push, his right leg dangled in Huang's hand, but he still cautiously controlled himself not to struggle, shook his head and shouted: "Huang..."

His back arched into a weird arc, and he deliberately avoided the position where Huang's wound was located. Seeing the thin sweat on Huang's forehead, he did not forget to reach out to stroke him to help him adjust the pain, as if this could relieve him. guilt.

It's really bad, and he doesn't even hesitate to use his body to keep Huang's self.

Don't hate me...even if it's me who is "cruel" in such a way, please.

Huang raised his head high to avoid it, and retaliated towards the most sensitive points of Yimulian's panting sound, then heard the opponent's sobs blocking his eyes and asked brazenly: "The pain is blocked, so how can you do it well?" you?"

Yimulian gasped in surprise, and then heard Huangfu teasingly say in his ear: "Even the pain from the marshal's clamp is too tight, but it's still pain."

His hands were frozen in the air, and his lower body was grinded to the waist -- it was sore and limp, the flesh hole was hot and rotten, and the pleasure was burning wildly in his body, without the fulcrum of strength, the straight waist went limp again: "Don't ...!"

"Where is it comfortable, here? Or...here?"

"Woo...that's enough..." Yimulian buried his face in Huang's collarbone.He is thin-skinned, how can he bear this kind of provocation, his eyes are misty and full of water vapor, even Huang's expression can't be seen clearly, but he still stubbornly keeps his eyes fixed.

"Or, both?"

Faced with Huang's teasing that had seized the dominant position, Yimu Lian blushed with embarrassment, finally couldn't bear it anymore, let go of the hands protecting Huang's ribs, and pushed him to the ground. He straddled Huang's waist and heard Huang's "hiss" " He said, and then under his astonished gaze, he leaned on the hard and blood-congested column and carefully sat down on it, clenching his teeth, for fear that he would turn blue with regret in the next second.

If you hate him, just hate him, what if Huang can't take him after the combination, such an idea actually popped up in his mind, Yimulian, you are really too much, you have changed, even if you don't hesitate to be hated, you have to use your body to kill each other Stay, you, who hated sentries so much before entering the military academy, must have never thought that this day would happen to you.

He did turn blue, but it wasn't regret, it was pain.

He didn't know that it would be such a completely different feeling if he changed the angle. He couldn't even sit down to the end. The field that was forcibly torn apart couldn't accept that size. The swelling pain in his body almost crushed him, and the physical stimulation forced the corners of his eyes to ooze crystal clear water.

"...Can you do it?" Huang asked through gritted teeth, enduring the dull pain caused by the bone displacement.

"Shut up and lie down."

Yimulian is different from other guides. The biggest difference is that he works out.Thin and lean, not considered fit but strong enough, the lines of the muscles are very shallow, at first glance they are no different from ordinary people, but to the touch, they are no less boring than guys with muscles all over.

With lingering fear, he supported Huang's waist and moved up and down, he moved quite slowly, his thin buttocks clamped the foreign object tightly in the hot deep ditch and rubbed it back and forth, the ditch greedily swallowed the object repeatedly, sending out one after another The puffing sound of water stains, and every inch of just the right amount of friction can arouse him to tremble with extreme excitement.Yimulian felt that the cells all over his body were on fire, and the current was rushing through his blood vessels. Pleasure and pain hit him together, and it was already difficult for him to distinguish the difference between the two. Airtight fluffy.

He went deeper little by little, and the head of his penis probed in the most secret and narrow place, where he was eager to be touched and defiled. He couldn't stop his guide pheromone from betraying him, and he also knew that there was something wrong with him now. With this sticker on it that reads "Come and Possess Me! Defile Me!", any pretense of aloofness is useless in the face of bonding fever...

He swayed his waist gracefully, not concealing his desire, and he hummed indiscriminately, completely out of tune, but he could hear his heart itching as if a cat was scratching, wanting to push him back to the ground to fuck.

In fact, Huang's itching can be felt from the spiritual connection. He knows that he has at least pleased the Sentinel, or the dark Sentinel known for his temperance.Huang squeezed his waist and hips, pretending to be supportive, but actually pulling him down desperately, thinking that he would turn pale from fright again, but he didn't expect that his breathing suddenly became heavy, and he murmured hoarsely. Muttered: "It's okay...it's okay..."

okay what?

It's a good thing you can't see, otherwise he would be so ashamed to go straight into the ground from here... Half of this unsightly appearance, this bewildered appearance is due to the binding fever that tortured the dead, and the other half came from him Those thoughts that have never seen the light of day are even a secret that will not be made public even after his death...

is love.

Huang suddenly patted his buttocks, he was so startled that he tightened his sphincter, he didn't know when these embarrassments towards love would kill him, but in the end Huang almost suffocated him, and he opened his eyes and started talking nonsense : "Tsk... who said I can't see? I can see; Marshal Lien, who is calm in everything... such a turbulent side."

"Um……"

"Confused eyes, sticky... Tsk."

Yimulian leaned down, as if wanting to lean in for a kiss, but couldn't reach it, and dawdled back and forth a little awkwardly, but what he said was straightforward and cute, without any twitching meaning: "Come in, give it to me..."

"..."

He lowered his eyes and just caught sight of a new knife mark on Huang's sweaty chest. It had stopped bleeding, but the surface was still covered with a layer of coagulated blood.That's just one place, and there are many such marks on the body of the sentry who has experienced the baptism of war... Yimu Lian lowered his head and used the tip of his tongue to hook the flimsy piece of flesh that turned outwards, licking back and forth along the bloody color with his flexible tongue , Intentionally or unintentionally licking the outer skin until it turned up, and then grinding it back bit by bit, smoothing it out unbearably, the wet touch is like a captivating electric current, which elicits a rush of pleasure.

If Huang had vision now, he would probably still be able to see his obediently raised eyes, instead of being seduced by dense layers of touch and hearing in the dark.

If it were someone else, he would have really surrendered. Huang pushed hard into the deep hole, and directly crashed into the most private part. Yimulian obviously couldn't feel the pleasure of being tightly enclosed in all directions. It was just the satisfaction of being filled with emptiness. The emotion caused him to be extremely rippling, bursting with joy in his body, and his brain was also bombarded into a mess, and he groaned continuously.

Huang fucked in that wet area for a long while, pinching Yimulian's slippery waist soaked in sweat with one hand, and finally ejaculated, Yimulian was washed by the scorching orgasm, the bitterness of waiting for a long time and the repeated satisfaction rushed into his brain The top submerged him, his body convulsed slightly subconsciously, but his mental strength had long been unable to support his willfulness, and he fell on Huang's chest in a daze and lost consciousness.

At the end of his consciousness, he saw a knot, which was about to replace the weak spiritual connection and become the most direct relationship between the two.

It is eternal, absolute, and nothing can separate them but death.

"I won't let you die."

He seemed to hear something, in the sound of the endless waves, someone kissed his ear lightly, and whispered to him quietly.

And then he saw the most heartbreaking thing he's ever seen...

——On January 1th, in the dim corridor of the infirmary, a pink dragon followed closely behind him. The "sentinel" leaned against the wall and glanced back into the emergency room. , he anxiously exhaled a wisp of blue smoke.That is himself.