Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

As soon as the cabin door was opened, two entangled figures rushed in eagerly. They kicked over the robot and brought down the coat rack. Like beasts hunting each other, they kissed and caressed impatiently, eagerly touching their prey. leave your own breath.

Oswald buried his head in Caesar's neck, licking and kissing the other's slightly trembling Adam's apple, and the joy of regaining ignited a fire in him, and the fuel of the fire accumulated day after day for seven years, burning up Extremely fast and fierce, wishing to devour the person in front of him in one breath.

He kissed fiercely, with the pleasure of plundering and punishing, his slender fingers lost all strength, hissed and tore Caesar's neckline and the clothes on his chest, his rough fingertips slid across the slightly reddish The chest, both of them seemed to be scalded at the same time, Caesar trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple hit the other's teeth, the touch made people tremble, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

But in the next second, the fiery breath withdrew, and Caesar slightly opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Oswald's red eyes were hidden behind his messy bangs. He tried to suppress his heavy breathing, but his voice was terribly hoarse: "I can't control myself, I'm afraid it will be too rough..."

Before he finished speaking, Caesar stretched out his hand to lift those bangs that were in the way. He was not frightened by Oswald's calm and indifferent expression. Instead, he smiled narrowly and lowered his head provocatively while smiling Biting the stubbled chin of the other party, he licked those prickly places with the tip of his tongue, and said vaguely: "You can actually be more rough."

This time was like adding fuel to the fire. Oswald’s hard-to-maintain rationality was completely burned. He pushed Caesar on the bed forcefully, knelt down on it, swallowed the other party’s laughter, and blocked the escape route. Demonstrate the power of desire superimposed for seven years.

……

At the end, Caesar was so refreshed that he was a little distracted. He closed his eyes in the aftertaste, and fell asleep without resisting the fatigue.

When he woke up again, the spacecraft had already left the space station and was wandering leisurely in the wandering planetary belt.

Caesar was half asleep and half awake when he felt someone pull his hand, and the other party carefully put something on his finger. The thing had the warmth of a human body, and the corners were a little rough. meaning.

"……what are you doing?"

Oswald raised his head when he heard the sound, revealing the position covered by him. Caesar turned his head to look, and when he saw what was on his finger, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

It was a simple ring without any fancy patterns.

"The edge needs to be changed." Oswald fiddled with it carefully, looked around, took it off, turned around and pulled the chair by the bed to sit down, turned on the lamp on the table, picked up the tool and began to concentrate grinding.

Caesar turned over and sat up curiously, seeing all the tools on the table, and some small pieces of carvings scattered around the table, he couldn't help but be surprised: "You actually know how to do this?"

Oswald noticed that his waist was shaking when he sat up, and he gave him a free hand to help him: "There is nothing to do when flying, so I thought about it myself."

Caesar picked up a small bauble made of unknown stone, and found that it was the outline of a profile face. He turned it over and over again to identify it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like himself. He simply brought the rest of them in front of him, looked at them one by one, gradually The core of the earth is hot.

There are all kinds of things in this pile, and the materials are all different. The only thing that is the same is the content of the carvings——they are all him, some only have eyebrows, some are profile, and some are just a rough outline.It can be seen that Oswald's grasp of modeling has gone through a process of gradual improvement, from chaotic engraving to grasping it with only a few strokes, it must have passed the baptism of time, Caesar For a while, I saw some mixed feelings.

"That's the rough stone produced on Shalan Planet." Oswald noticed that Caesar had stopped, thinking that he was thinking about the source of the raw material, so he glanced at the stone in his hand.

Caesar was taken aback: "Sha Lan? How come I have no impression of this planet?"

"It's a newly discovered marginal galaxy in the fourth quadrant."

Caesar picked up another piece: "What about this one?"

"When I conquered the Calais galaxy, I picked it up on a planet."

"What about this?"

"It was discovered two years ago near the nebula core ruins."

Oswald said casually one by one, turning the whereabouts of the past seven years into understatement. Caesar leaned beside him, and at first his attention was still on the carvings. He couldn't help but look at Oswald after listening. Float away.

This person only wore a pair of trousers casually, showing his ankles, and his upper body was bare. Although he was a little thinner than before, his muscles were smooth and strong, which was just right.

Caesar looked at it with interest for a while, and actually felt that Oswald looked good in everything at this time, even the stubble on his chin looked a little more sexy.

What a ghost, his preferences have really changed completely!

Oswald heard a sound coming from the side, looked up and found that Caesar put on his pants at some point and summoned the spaceship steward robot, he watched the man take something from the robot, unscrew it, and squeezed out a ball white foam.

Oswald: "?"

"Don't worry about me, you can continue." Caesar said while applying the ball of foam to Oswald's chin. When he was applying it, he was afraid that it might not be applied evenly. He probed over to look carefully, making the other person's breathing stagnate.

When it was smooth he took the razor and began to shave Oswald.

"Why don't you just use a cleaning robot?" Oswald said helplessly. Now that you don't need to shave your beard by yourself, you can just throw an intelligent cleaning robot on your face. He didn't look clean before because he was out of mood.

Caesar glanced at him, leaned closer and whispered: "I am willing." His breath sprayed on Oswald's chin, and the latter couldn't settle down to continue the polishing work, so he had to let him turn over and over again. The stubble is dealt with cleanly.

Touching the smooth and firm chin, Caesar couldn't help but stick it up to tease him kissably, Oswald was startled immediately, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold his head.

"...Do you want to have another round?" He said in a hoarse voice with some helplessness and gnashing of teeth, God knows that his whole body was about to be set on fire by the other party's teasing.

Caesar did not withdraw his lips, but gently rubbed the other's clean chin with the tip of his teeth, and let out a slight smile.

Oswald was completely enraged by the light in his eyes, threw the thing on the table, turned over and suppressed this guy who was not afraid of death at all.

Afterwards, Caesar had to fight again and again, but he couldn't figure it out. Oswald was seven years older than him, right?Why does this waist strength and durability increase with age? ? ?

In a dazed moment, he felt that the other party held him tightly in his arms, kissed his fingers, and then put the re-polished ring around his fingers.

This scene seemed familiar, Caesar thought to himself before falling asleep, as if he had done similar things to someone a long time ago.

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Nova 511, Capital Star Amber, Population Registration Association.

"There was a problem with the system yesterday. Just now, you have to restore the previous version in an emergency. Your personal terminals should also be restored. Be careful not to make mistakes." The director of the association reminded the subordinates who were in charge of the registration work. The table was over, and he walked out after speaking.

Oswald, who had just turned five years old, was sitting quietly in the waiting area of ​​the lobby alone. A small, furry griffin squatted on his shoulders. The little boy watched TV with a blank expression, and it was responsible for watching which ones nearby. If the mental body is not pleasing to the eye, just stare at it.

After sitting for a while, the door of the hall opened with a bang, and a young mother walked in with her son, standing in front of the registration desk and watching for a while.

Oswald didn't pay attention to them at first, until he found a line of sight stuck to him, and then turned his head to look.

The new boy who came in immediately gasped, his big eyes sparkling, and a suspicious blush appeared on his face.

He grabbed his mother's clothes and pointed in Oswald's direction: "Mom, look how cute that little bird is! I will marry such a cute guide in the future! "

His mother looked up, then slapped her son on the head, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense! That's not a bird!"

Oswald: "..."

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