【Josie】The Red Beast

They are red beasts who live and feed on love.

【E.】

After returning from Civitavecchia, the two were still in a daze.

They kissed and hugged, entangled, and dragged each other into the rented house.Caesar was pressed against the door panel by Joseph, the two lips were searching on his eyelashes, the man put his arms around Joseph's neck to maintain the center of gravity of his body, and touched the man's face with his free hands.The fingertips were wet when touched, only to realize that the kid was still crying.open mouth.His nose was sore, his throat was burning, and his feelings were no better than Joseph's.

"Why did you keep this thing?" Caesar didn't know why he asked this question, it was just a subconscious mind, and this sentence had already blurted out when his mind was blank.He didn't specify what it was, but Caesar was sure that Joseph knew it too, just as he was so obsessed with the fact that the two of them were connected.

How strange, obviously two completely different people.

He was held in Joseph's arms, and the stinky boy was crying, like a child who had been lost for three days and was finally found by his family.I am afraid.The voice was nasal, and Caesar's eyes were sore again when he heard it.afraid of what.Caesar went to hug Joseph, and patted him on the back with his palm, once, twice and again.It was so quiet for a long time, so long that Caesar thought that the idiot had just fallen asleep like this, and Joseph finally said the next sentence.

"...I'm afraid to come to you." He spoke in a chaotic order, and his arms tightened bit by bit. "I'm scared, I'm really scared. I can't see the headband, if I hold this thing... I might come to you regardless."

"Cesar, I will definitely—" The man didn't give Joseph a chance to finish his sentence, and he was kissed.

Hour hand, minute hand, second hand.

They finally went against the current, from those pains and despairs, back to the beginning of everything.

The sex starts at the porch.

When someone lifted his waist and squeezed in from behind, Caesar stretched out his arms to grab Joseph's head, and his knees rested on the fluffy carpet, numb from being rubbed, but the man didn't care about it so much, his My heart was already full, sore and sore, and very full.He tilted his head, sticking out his tongue for a kiss, the end of his eyes was flushed red, so the man behind him leaned over to hold Xisa's lips.The man started shaking again, as if Joseph was licking not just his tongue, but maybe something else.

"Does it hurt?"

how come.Responding happily from the bottom of his heart, Caesar shook his head and hooked the young man's neck with both hands.Only Joseph's arms supported him now.Jojo, hurry up.He muttered these words vaguely, closed his eyes, and felt the penis slowly expand in his intestines.this kid.Caesar gasped and laughed softly.

Humming, whispering, and moaning unbearably, they frantically went from the hallway to the living room, messed up the carpet, and rolled onto the sofa in a crowd.

Interlocking fingers, trying to relax the intestinal wall, the posture of the mount pushed the penis to an unbearable depth.The soft flesh was pressed and fucked hard until the man finally couldn't bear it and cried out.But he just kept chanting Joseph's name, and didn't mention half a word of rejection.

Their limbs tangled.They are hungry.They turned into two red beasts, greedily devouring this emotion called "love".When they are finally exhausted, they will find a soft place to cuddle with each other again.

Those logs are stacked in the fireplace and become a freshly lit bonfire.When the wood is burned at high temperature, it will turn into black coals, and those coals will explode, and then tiny sparks will splash out.The body is exhausted, but the spirit is a rare comfort.With only a thin blanket covering their bodies, Cesar and Joseph squeezed together on the sofa, their skin touching and breathing in harmony.

Joseph was talking about Christmas and Thanksgiving in the United States and the messy holidays in other countries, as well as the bad things Joseph himself did, from the age of seventeen or eighteen to four, five or six, good and bad Having said that, it's like a criminal confessing his case or a sick ghost confessing his last words.

Caesar frowned and hugged Joseph's waist (in order to prevent the guy from rolling off the sofa), looking drowsy, but always able to connect accurately when the big boy looked expectant. talk.

"The casinos in Las Vegas are great, but you can't stay for too long. The croupiers there will also play tricks and can only play small heads. Basically, if you win more than the limited amount, someone should be watching. is you……"

"Hmm, Campione is similar." Stretching out his hand to fiddle with Joseph's eyelashes, the Italian gradually regained his ease. "No one has ever won me in a suit."

"Is this a big talk, little Caesar?" Joseph raised his eyebrows. "Using your poor old tricks?"

"The victory of the last game has not yet been decided, so it is too early to say."

Well, the Italian guy had a good point.The American gangster raised his prosthetic leg in a gesture of surrender.

"Speaking of which, the most you've ever won from a casino is." Holding Caesar on his body, Joseph sat up on the arm of the sofa.

"I can't remember." Caesar's voice was calm as he stroked the young man's prosthetic limb and put the blanket over his body. "Anyway, I collected enough tuition and didn't go again."

"Hey, is that so?" Joseph scratched his face. "I remember I went to Las Vegas on a public holiday that year in high school and played a little roulette and won $[-]"

"Wouldn't that be nice."

"Where is it? Grandma Alina found out about it very quickly. I was severely punished at the time. And after that, Grandma Elena even called the police... Grandma Elina... OhMyGod!!!" Yankee Suddenly holding his face and yelling in horror.

It's over, Caesar!I am doomed!Cesare Zeppelin was sitting on the sofa with a blanket in his arms, watching some idiot running around the room with shirtless hands and walking birds, with question marks all over his face.It's over, what's over, who has this guy messed with again.Jojo, please calm down first.Caesar pressed his temples, trying to make Joseph stop. The country bumpkin made him dizzy, but before he pressed his forehead a few times, a big face that wanted to cry without tears appeared in front of him.

"I forgot to call Grandma Alina. Now this ticket will be scrapped. When Grandma comes to pick up the boat, she finds out that I'm not there... OhNo!"

Is this something difficult to solve?

Cesar Zeppelin expressed his incomprehension.

"I thought it was a big deal. There's a phone booth behind the cafe, so I'll make a call later—Mamma Mia! Idiot! Put your fucking clothes on before you go out!!!"

On the night of September 25th, the lights of the Roman Church were still on. Today, many years later, this war-torn world will usher in peace again.Those winds carried water vapor through this oracular Mediterranean city. People came and went on the streets, and choirs rehearsed songs for the rebirth of the Son everywhere.

Two jovial men huddled in a paint-stained phone booth, kissing the back of each other's hands, dialing dials full of numbers, and making expensive transatlantic connections.

On the coastline, an old man with white hair on one end is lying on a rocking chair and picking up the phone in a warm room.

"...Grandma Alina, I want to bring a very important person home."

THEEND.