The Elegant Corpse

"It's so weird, how did he know I loved Harry Houdini so much? So he kept saying 'Think Houdini' because I've seen that movie about Houdini so many times. He was in the movie It explains how to make it look like you're bound, but you still have room to move." Sean held Roger's hand as he lay on the stretcher as it was rolled out.His whole body was shaking like chaff, and his teeth chattered when he spoke.

①Harry Houdini, the famous master of escape magic.

They got Roger into the car with Sean.On the way to the hospital, Sean kept babbling about "he" and Houdini. "He told me you needed me," Sean said.

"It's okay, Sean, you don't have to say this yet." Every cell in Roger's body didn't want Sean to have anything to do with these people, and hoped that he would stay in a safe place.A safe and warm place, very private.The most important thing is safety.Like a cave with a locked gate guarded by cannons.

"But, but I wanted to tell you how I knew. There he was, Roger. He told me to think about Houdini, and I curled my legs up when he tied me up. He said you'd Come, so I know, he told me I had to help you. I helped, didn't I? I helped you..."

His eyes were excited and panicked.In full view, Roger couldn't hold him.All he could do was stroke his arm across the blanket and yell at everyone else for this and that. "Can you give him something so he doesn't shake so much?" he called to a nurse, who was busy checking the needles.

The woman looked at Sean. "We've got plenty of blankets, officer," she said noncommittally, "and sedatives."

"No! No!" Sean's frantic eyes showed even more panic. "I do not want."

The first responders looked at Roger.

"Forget it, thanks," said Roger.No, he didn't want Sean to take drugs.Sean had been tortured, beaten, threatened, and detained.Forcing him to take medication would only add insult to injury.

The car was parked at the entrance of the hospital, and Sean was pushed through door after door until he finally entered a room with blue curtains, holding on to Roger's hand all the time.

"Can't we go home?" Sean begged.He trembled again, and this time, it was so violent that even the nursing bed made a sound. "You...you won't drive me away, will you?"

Roger had to turn his head so that no one standing outside the curtain could see his face. "Of course, Sean. Of course I won't send you away."

"Great, great."

The nurses turned Sean over and the EMTs worked on his caned-ruined back.They hooked up a bunch of machines to check his kidneys and blood loss.He looked like he was passing out, and Roger grabbed his hand.

"It's all right," Sean said. "I'm a lot stronger than I look, Roger."

"Indeed it is," said Roger.

"He said you'd need me."

"Who?" Roger asked.

"Patrick."

Roger took both of Sean's hands with his hands and leaned his head against them while the doctors sprayed liquid bandages on Sean's buttocks and back.

"It's not too bad," a tired emergency doctor told Roger an hour later.

Sean must have fallen asleep with his head resting on his arm.Roger looked at him. "Will he have scars?"

"There will be some, I think. The rod marks are the worst. But most will heal."

On the hospital bed, Sean moved his body and raised his head. "Can we go home, Roger?" The sedative dimmed Sean's eyes.Roger sat back in the chair by the bed. "Come on, Sean."

Marianne poked her head through the curtain. "Found you, Corso. You left me and jumped into the ambulance and ran. I had to ride with the body. The boss said he wanted us to go to the second shift." Then she gave Si En a gentle smile, Roger never knew that there was such an operation in her emoji. "Hey. That's a nice off-the-shoulder, boy!"

Sean's medicine strength has not yet passed, and he smiled foolishly.

"See you tomorrow afternoon!" said Marianne, and disappeared behind the curtain.

***

Sean was in a coma that night and the next day.Painkillers are just one of the reasons.The pain was exhausting, and Sean had just survived an ordeal as long as the Boston Marathon.He babbled all night and occasionally hallucinated.He babbled to Gary and Patrick in his hallucinations, and occasionally said a word or two to Roger in his dream.

The day nurse looked after Sean while Roger went to work with Marianne on the paperwork pile.

The FBI has searched Pete's room thoroughly and found many diaries and journals, as well as a photo clipping of the subject apparently from many years ago.The profiler was busy recording them all for reference in future cases.

Pitt named Roger as his immediate family friend.Knowing that news can be said to make his mood fall to the bottom of the day.Then he got another letter, addressed to him, found on Pete's desk.

Roger:

you know what i need.

love you forever

Pete

Roger had to go to the men's room and find a stall to sit down.He clutched the letter tightly in his hands, trying to suppress his grief.The profiler tries to explain part of Pete's motivations: his identity confusion and self-loathing; his attempt to sublimate and ritualize those feelings.Roger felt that the Pete in the profile was nothing like the Pete he knew.All he knew was that Pete wanted to stop him himself.That's why those clues connected him so closely, and why Pete dug up Gary's body and placed it at Roger's house—like a grotesque scavenger hunt clue.

The only way for Roger to get rid of those feelings of self-blame and loss was work, so he went back to his desk and continued to work, and Marianne was still busy there.

A few hours later, the superintendent of the homicide department rushed to Roger's desk in a mysterious manner. "Go home." Smith said and left.

Marianne followed him. "Nice job, Stelter. Why don't you say that, thank you, sir."

"The best policy is not to be surprised by favor or humiliation." Roger said.

"Corso, I'm not in the mood to discuss esoteric oriental wisdom with you right now." Marianne began to put on her coat, pulled one of the sleeves on, and said, "My appointment is only an hour away, and I'm sloppy now. It's almost like the afterlife."

"Billy won't mind," said Roger.

Marianne rolled her eyes. "Stupid men," she said.

***

When Roger got home, Sean was much better.

"I can't drink any more tea, or I'll have to keep getting up at night," Sean called into the kitchen.Roger was convinced that Sean had to keep warm, so he put on a lot bigger flannel pajamas and thick wool socks, and wrapped him in a blanket.Sean had been gulped down with chamomile tea for an hour, and he had turned back into the glib kid Roger knew.

"It doesn't matter, it has a detoxifying effect," Roger returned to the room, frowning at the foot of the bed, "you kicked the socks off."

"My feet are sweating, it's disgusting."

"Put on your socks."

"No."

Roger put down the laundry basket in his hand. "Sean..."

"I can't fucking catch a cold. If I have to say it, I might have a heat stroke."

"Can you please stop swearing?"

"I'll say what I want. God, what's wrong with swearing? I almost got my mother killed and you're still fighting a swear word?"

Roger raised an eyebrow.This was the first time Sean had brought up the incident.He walked over and sat down on the bed, standing between Sean and all retreats like a huge obstacle. "Let's talk."

Sean rolled his eyes.

"I can't imagine what Pete told you, Sean, or what you thought about the experience; but it's very important to you and me. And it's very important that we have to talk for your sake."

"Us?" Sean said. "Don't you feel responsible again?"

"That's an area we need to talk about," Roger said. "I have a responsibility to you. You asked for it, and I accepted it."

"Roger, what I say when I'm out of my head doesn't count," Sean said, looking away, and started tugging at his blanket.

Roger took Sean's hand. "you understand me."

Sean hung his head, his dark eyebrows curled into a V over his nose.As Sean struggled, Roger just watched him—resist and accept, worry and yearn—like a man shifting gears manually.

"Go ahead, Sean."

Sean swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm scared out of my wits. Needless to say."

Roger did not speak.

"I mean, I'm sure you'll come. He made me write that note, but you're a bossy bastard, and I don't think you'll take it seriously."

"I was devastated at the time," Roger said. "I didn't think much about it."

"Really?" Sean trembled suddenly, grabbing Roger's hand on his lap. "I can't always see through you, Roger, you know? You're like a thick brick wall."

"I know. I'm in love with you, Sean. I'm sorry I didn't say it before."

Sean's entire face was stained pink. "You...how do you..." He lowered his head and sighed helplessly until Roger pulled him over with the blanket and hugged him tightly.

Sean buried his face in Roger's shoulder, his pale forehead framed by dark eyebrows.

"I knew you'd come, but he... he hurt me all the time, Roger. And he loved it. He loved seeing me scared and standing where I couldn't see what was going to happen next What. He burned me with that wax."

"I know." Roger reassured him.

"Roger, you promise to never use that damn wax."

"I promise. I promise I won't treat you in any way you don't like." He pushed Sean's hair back, over and over. "We can just have sex in bed and nothing else if you want, Sean."

The man buried in his chest laughed. "Well, it's as if you can easily wash your hands in a golden basin."

Roger kissed the top of Sean's head.Whenever he changed Sean's clothes, changed his bandages, and cleaned his back, Roger would be on the verge of bursting with anger, and the anger had always been lurking in his heart.

It could be worse, the emergency room doctor told him.Pete could have done more serious damage, permanent damage.He has premeditation, means and time.But what he did, was to imprint himself forever on Sean's back, in Roger's eyes.

Roger wondered if he would be able to tie Sean up again, if he would let the whip fall on those marks.

"Roger?" Sean noticed the change in him.

"Well, I'm going to wash my hands for a while tonight. Lie down." Roger laid Sean on his back and sat beside him, unbuttoning his flannel pajamas and trousers.He nuzzled Sean's neck, chest, stomach and thighs affectionately, and then licked his cock for him.The orange setting sun outside the window was fading away, and the street lamps cast dim shadows in the room. He sucked and licked kisses like an animal licking its own wounds.

Sean let out a sigh as Roger put the condom on him, his belly rising and falling with his orgasm.

Roger lay down next to him, held him to his chest, and pulled the covers back.

"What about you?" Sean asked in a daze.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Roger said, wondering if he'd ever get better again.

***

Jay steered his wheelchair through the greenhouse, his pale eyes sharp and keen on his withered face. "Sean, huh?"

"Yes, sir." Sean stood in the "take it easy" posture that Roger had taught him.Head down, arms behind your back, one hand grabbing the elbow of the other, and stand with your feet apart.

Jay looked him up and down, then his sharp eyes returned to Roger. "It's been a long time since anyone formally brought their slave to me, Roger."

"I know, sir," said Roger.For this he put on his fur coat.Old trousers and vest, and that old hat with a smooth brim.Sean was wearing Levi's jeans and a white T-shirt, and he kept his head down, but Roger could see the dark eyebrows twitching nervously.

"Okay, what are we waiting for?" Jay drove the wheelchair under a tall palm tree, and Roger and Sean exchanged puzzled looks.They'd come here to get Jay's help so Roger could get over his fears and Sean get rid of those bad memories, and they thought the old leather overlord was going to at least take them to a rec room or something.

"Come on, boy. Don't keep me waiting," said Jay, and Roger hurriedly followed Sean to do as he was told.They stood in front of Jay like two soldiers whose duty was to obey.

Jay lifted his mask and looked them over from head to toe as he inhaled oxygen.

"You both need to give me safe words," he said.

"Margarita," Sean said immediately.

Roger hesitated.He couldn't imagine what Jay wanted a safe word for in such a comfortable room full of green plants.But Jay was looking at him expectantly. "Blue," he said.

Jay nodded. "Let me see the marks," he said to Sean.

Sean looked nervously at Roger, who nodded.He unbuttoned and dropped his jeans, turning around so Jay could see his naked backside.

"Roger," Jay said, "tell me what you saw."

Roger looked at Sean. "Scars," he said.

"that's it?"

Roger swallowed, looking at Sean's bare skin.There were patches of freckles on his back, one of which sprayed down his thigh, but the skin, which was rarely exposed to the sun, was pure white.At the base of each of the two haunches is a narrow pink line, a scar from whipping.

"I see the scar," Roger said, "just... right on Sean's skin."

Jay drives the wheelchair closer.Above the oxygen mask, his eyes were so tender. "Describe what you see."

Roger looked at Sean.Sean lowered his head, his face was flushed, maybe it was embarrassment, or anxiety, Roger couldn't be sure.He cleared his throat and said, "It's not that bad, really. The doctor said Sean is doing fine."

"What else?" Jay said.

"Also. Also, do you see that pink line?"

"Roger, I see a nice ass."

Sean blushed even more.He couldn't help choking out a laugh.

"Describe what you saw," said Jay.

Roger exhaled inexplicably.But he turned to Sean obediently and continued to work hard.

Anatomically, Sean's buttocks were a marvel among men: firm and smooth, but high in the middle, with comma-shaped dimples on either side of the crotch.He was shaking and had goosebumps on the outside of his thighs.

"His ass is really nice," said Roger, "and his skin is soft."

"Go touch him."

Well, it's not difficult.Roger stepped forward in two steps, stood directly behind Sean, pressed his fingertips above Sean's hip line, and meandered down.When approaching the scar, he withdrew his hand.

"No, Roger, touch all of him."

all of him.good.Roger has a hunch that things will develop in a good direction next.His fingers traced Sean's scar, very, very gently.Sean was shaking, goosebumps crawling up his back.

"Kiss him now."

Roger kissed the back of Sean's neck.Kiss him on the shoulder.He knelt behind Sean and kissed the center of Sean's back and the top of his buttocks.Sean's soft skin quivered under his lips.Roger's lips fell all the way down, feeling his touch make Sean's blood flow faster and his skin gradually heat up.He came to those scars and knew what he had to do.

Sean gasped.Roger kissed the edge of a pale pink streak, then stopped, backing away.

Jay's wheelchair moves closer. "Don't stop," he said in the firm voice Roger remembered.Roger nodded and leaned forward again.

Sean responded slightly ingratiatingly to his touch, his skin turning pink.

"Now bite on it," Jay said.

"What?" whispered Roger, stepping back.He was suddenly slapped on the head, and he couldn't help being stunned.He glared at Jay, who raised his hand again. "Yes, sir," said Roger.Then he turned and nibbled on Sean's scar.

God.Pete.Roger felt something rising in his blood, washing his brain.His face was pressed against Sean's warm skin and he froze.

"Roger." Jay's voice was harsh.

Roger backed away. "Blue," he whispered.

Jay tapped him hard with the back of his hand.This can be regarded as assaulting the police.My knuckle hit my ear, it hurts.

"Wow!" said Roger.

"Tell me what you saw," Jay said.

Roger looked into those light, powerful eyes. "Pete," he said.

Sean muttered something silently.

"What did you say?" Jay asked him.

Sean had been leaning against the wall, but now he was upright, his jeans pulled up, his face flushed, his hands shaking. "I don't fucking want to fight dead people anymore," he snapped, before zipping up his pants and clasping his arms tightly across his chest.

Jay stared sharply at Roger.

Then Roger thought back...

"How do you feel, puppy?"

The pain allowed him to concentrate.All he could see were those iron gray eyes. "Shiny. Those needles..." Roger gasped.

"How do you feel?"

Roger gasped.As if by magic, another needle appeared in Jay's hand.The piercing of the needle tip made sparks appear in front of his eyes, the pain spread upwards, and a strong pleasure erupted in his body.

"How do you feel?"

The burning of pain, followed by a rush of endorphins.Roger realized he was in control, he had a choice. "Alive," Roger said out of breath, "Oh, my God."

"Good boy," said Jay.

Roger looked up at Sean.He was biting his nails, his face was still flushed, and his eyes were dazed. "I see," said Roger.

"Of course you do, honey," said Jay.

***

"Before I met Jay, he was throwing house parties. This dungeon is actually the birthplace of Avatar," Roger said.Jay gave them both the keys, gave Roger one last stern look, and went away.

"These walls have witnessed a lot of stories, haven't they?" Sean said, staring at the surrounding walls.Jay's dungeon is the same as the real dungeon, such a design Roger has only seen one of the few.The walls are painted to look like stone walls, and the wet texture is very realistic.The torch-shaped scenery lights are embedded on the wall, and the light is flickering.The floor is a practical and washable rubber mat, but the long whips, scatter-tail whips, walking sticks and various boxes full of torture tools are very unusual.

"Welcome to the ultimate dungeon." Roger said, unbuttoning his shirt.

"The weasel gave the chicken New Year's greetings." Sean felt hot and uncomfortable, but he enjoyed participating in this process of exploring his "limit".They had been working hand in hand for weeks and had to retreat after hitting their own different barriers.As frustrating as it may feel, Roger at least helped Sean realize what he had been looking for.It was all still weird, and every now and then Sean would feel a group of ghosts standing behind him, holding hot wax.The feeling made his hair stand on end.

"Sean, what are you thinking?" Roger asked.

Sean is still a little uncomfortable with the "open and honest" rule.He glanced at Roger, hurriedly took off his T-shirt, and flung it on the bench.

"Pick it up and fold it up," said Roger calmly.

In recent weeks, Sean has been learning not to pick on Roger when he calls the shots.This time he quickly suppressed the rebellion in his heart, picked up the shirt and folded it, and placed it on top of Roger's black one.

Roger took off his vest, but his trousers and hat remained. "You haven't answered me yet."

"Huh? Oh, that, uh, monster in the cellar. The kind with the chains? I think the chains look a lot like the ones on him."

Roger looked at the chains, which dangled neatly from clasps embedded in the wall. "Monster in the cellar?"

"I dreamed he was moaning and growling."

Roger grinned. "come over."

Well, this one is pretty easy to execute.Sean stepped behind those powerful arms and buried his face in Roger's chest. "Yes, sir."

Roger growled, his chest vibrating under Sean's face.Then he groaned.Sean giggled.Roger hugged him tighter. "Well, forget about the chains. At least not for now. I'll tell you what we're going to do, Sean. And then we'll do it, shall we?"

"Ok."

Roger closed his eyes and hugged him tightly for a moment. "I'll whip you. With my softest slacktail whip, only where it's safest. This will last a while. Need to tie you up?"

Sean thought about it. "Yes." Roger complied.The handcuffs were heavy, but he secured them with strips of cloth.He didn't want Sean to feel like he was treating him like a child, or that he wasn't doing enough with him.Sean's breathing began to come heavily as soon as he moved away.

"Sean?"

"It's just..." Sean panted, "I can't see you..."

certainly.Pete did just that. "I'll put a mirror in front of the cross so you can see me."

He pushed a huge old mirror over.Sean looked up and saw himself. "My God."

"Your safe word, Sean?"

"Margarita," Sean said, "I'm fine, it's just . . . this is fucking hot, Roger."

Sean got a hard slap on the butt, startling him. "No swearing," said Roger.But Sean laughed.

"Yes, sir."

Another slap. "Not even sarcasm."

"Perhaps it would be better not to say anything?"

Roger's arms wrapped around his chest, and the muscles in his thick arms bulged, making Sean gasp.Roger's lips were pressed against Sean's ear. "It's up to you whether it goes well or not. It's up to you."

Sean didn't speak, just gasped with his mouth open.In the mirror, the two are like conjoined twins.Fiery red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a black-haired head hanging over him, those green eyes were passionate. "That's us two," said Roger.

Sean looked at them in the mirror.He and Roger came into his eyes together.He could see his bound wrists, Roger's arms around his chest.The image in the mirror was both real and illusory, as if shrouded in a soft light, and Sean thought he saw another figure.

Then Roger turned to look at Sean, and he could see Roger watching him, his eyes were so focused. "Get ready," said Roger.

"it is good."

Roger took a few steps back, flicked the whip a few times, relaxed his muscles, and turned his shoulders.Sean watched him, awed by the strength and beauty of the strong man behind him.The soft tail of the Scattered Whip gently slapped Sean's thigh back and forth.It was just a joke, like a puppy wagging its tail, and Roger was looking at Sean through the mirror with a smile in his eyes.

First time.The whip did land on the meatiest part of his ass.Very comfortable, like a deep massage.He watched Roger swing the whip, his eyes focused on Sean, and then his shoulders and arms moved, and the whip landed on the bottom of his hips, a little heavier than before, Pete's mark right there.

Sean screamed and stood on tiptoe.They looked at each other in the mirror.Roger held his position, changed direction, and the whip landed on the other side of Sean's body.Sean looked at Roger in the mirror and cried less loudly.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Sean's skin began to heat up.The whip calmed him down, but slowly seemed to turn him on too.

Snapped!Snapped!Roger slowed down, pausing several times to raise the end of his whip.He looked at Sean, stepped forward to meet Sean's gaze, and gently stroked Sean's skin with his palm. "It's hot?"

"Hmm." Sean couldn't help being a little surprised to hear his hoarse voice.

Roger stroked the back of his head, and Sean stopped looking at his reflection in the mirror and turned to Roger's warm green eyes. "You are so beautiful," Roger murmured contentedly. "Your skin is like sherry."

Sean shivered, and Roger backed away again, the whip rustling in the air.Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!A certain rhythm ran through Sean's skin.The blood surged up, then froze, and then, extreme excitement washed over his whole body.He threw his head back, all the muscles in his body tensed with pleasure.He saw Roger in the mirror with his mouth open, his face flushed, his eyes bright, his muscular torso moving slowly, like a dance.

Sean groaned, trying to think.His body was being pushed into a state he couldn't quite name.His eyes followed Roger's gaze in the mirror, and Roger stopped.He walked up to Sean again, put his hands on Sean's hot skin again, clasped his chin, and looked into his eyes. "Puppy, are you happy?"

Sean felt a lazy smile on his face.

Roger backed away again.Sean saw his own face in the foggy mirror, barely recognizable.Roger's tanned body didn't stop moving, the whip was like a gentle hand pushing him to the edge of the steep cliff, and the shapes reflected in the mirror could vaguely make out the bodies, arms and a bent leg of the two.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Sean entered that space, that dream, and everything around him was slow and soft.The image in the mirror became a face, a pair of eyes.

Sean screamed.He struggled to break free.

Roger dropped his whip and ran across, wrapping his arms around him.Sean struggled in his arms, hunched over, stiff and screaming.

"I'm here, Sean. It's me, Roger. I'm here."

Sean heard his breath crackling in and out of his lungs.Then he heard Roger's voice.He gasped.In the mirror were his and Roger's faces.Roger's thick arms wrapped around his body, protecting him.Nothing, no one else was there.

Sean collected himself and stopped trembling.He swallowed.

Roger was hugged so tightly that he could feel Roger's heartbeat on his back.Roger held him until their heartbeats were in sync, then let him go.

"Sean, look at me in the mirror." Roger raised the whip and shook it. "I want you to call me by my first name."

"Roger," Sean resigned.

Snapped! "say it again."

"Roger," Sean said.

Snapped!Snapped!

"continue."

Sean called Roger's name over and over, and Roger left fiery marks on his back and thighs.He looked at Roger in the mirror, and the shadow reappeared. "Roger," Sean called, arching against the whip, "Roger."

The sensation spiraled up, taking him into dizzying places he had never seen before. "Roger." Sean murmured, letting his head fall back.

"Sean, look at me," Roger yelled.Sean straightened his head immediately, and what caught his eyes were those green eyes and that stalwart body.

"Say."

"Roger." Pop!Snapped! "Roger."

Sean's body stretched into a bow, and suddenly, a chill of extreme pleasure struck, and time seemed to stand still.The sound of the whipping stopped, but the feeling was lingering.Roger was beside him, holding his neck, kissing his face.

"It's beautiful," Roger whispered devoutly like a prayer. "It's really beautiful."

Sean felt that his wrists were untied, and his body was suspended as if he had wings, and fell into Roger's arms.He was placed on the bench where Roger had spread out the towels.He drank the water, and Roger kissed his brow while pushing back his wet hair.

"Sean." Roger's voice was still reverent. "Sean."

Sean finally found the strength to speak. "Call me again," he sighed.

"Sean."

"More."

"Sean. Beautiful Sean. I love you."

Sean sighed and closed his eyes, feeling Roger's warmth spread all over his body, Roger's arms, palms and cheeks, so close at hand.

He floated away for a while, and when he regained consciousness Roger was still there, watching his face.

"Hello. How long have you been sitting there?"

"Not long." Roger played with the broken hair of Sean's sideburns, and stared at Sean's eyes probing, like a lamp piercing through the dark forest. "What did you see, Sean?"

"he."

Roger stroked Sean's cheek with one finger. "Me too," he admitted.Then Sean realizes how difficult it is for Roger to come clean.

"But it's not just him," Sean said, realizing something in surprise. "There is another person."

Roger eyed him puzzled. "I was jealous of you. I was scared, you know."

"Yes, me too. I...Roger, I thought that was the same thing as this. But now I know it's not."

"no?"

"No. He wanted to hurt me. He saw me intoxicated and changed his tactics to hurt me."

Roger stroked Sean's face, showing pain.

"It's not your fault," Sean said softly, "help me sit up, please?" Roger got up immediately to do so.As soon as Sean sat down on the bench, there was another thing to do.

"Hey," Sean said, "I don't expect a bed in this dungeon."

"Are you joking?" Roger said, helping Sean to stand up. "Take you to my bedroom to open your eyes, chick..."

***

"Oh."

The sheets are a smooth high-count yarn and won't irritate even sensitive skin.There is a large stock of lotions and lubricants in a small cabinet next to it.Sean knelt down and Roger knelt behind him, entering him slowly.

"Hold on," said Roger breathlessly.

Sean was shaking from head to toe as his body accepted Roger.Roger's hand reached Sean's cock, and the precum was already overflowing.

Sean swayed in a horny rhythm. "Oh, there it is!" He felt Roger's prowling cock pressing against his prostate.Roger stopped.Sean found his own rhythm, and once his hands and knees were in position, he began to work on Roger's cock.

A No. 0 who is never satisfied and impatient.Well, he is not.

"There, there, oooh!" Sean yelled, moaning, fucking passionately on top of Roger.

Roger felt like his brain was going to shut down.Sean screamed and came to an orgasm, and Roger let the white-hot pleasure spiral down his spine and finally erupt from his cock, deep into Sean's body.

***

"Should I add lemon to the water?" Liam asked.

Sean was lying on his stomach next to the jacuzzi at the moment, with only a small white towel covering his buttocks.He looked up. "OK, thanks."

Liam put the lemon in the water and got himself a glass too.He sat down next to Sean, leaning his knees intimately.

The water in the bathtub was bubbling with tiny bubbles.A parrot hopped up and down a wooden pole, pecking at the seeds on a plate.A large palm leaf drooped, and a large drop of dew fell into the tub with a plop.

"The first time I did, it hurt for days," Liam said, taking a sip of his drink. "Before you leave, I'll give Roger a lotion of the lotion I use."

Sean looked at him curiously. "Thank you. Liam, can I ask you a question?"

Benefit