Could You Not Tease Me?

He is wearing a slim suit and looks like a teenager, but his muscle content is not low.

The accountant simply sat down facing Hunter, and the two didn't say a word, waiting for Mr. Narita's people to come back to help them.

After a few minutes, footsteps were heard in the corridor.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in.

"Hunter."

With a soft sound, Hunter, whose mind had gone to another world, turned his face sideways. He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and followed the other party with slack eyes until the other party walked in front of him and knelt down on one knee.

Hunter stretched out his finger, poked the other person's cheek, and then smiled silly: "Bunny girl... why are you here? Why are you here? Are you my bunny girl? Why does it seem to be... yes... ...Winston?"

"You're drunk." Winston stretched out his hand to hold Hunter's sideways face, and supported him. Hunter smirked and simply put all his weight on the opponent's palm.

His forehead hair was hanging down, his eyes were half covered, they were so bright, but his eyes were blurred.

He seemed to see the beautiful Adam's apple of the man on the opposite side move, so he stretched out his hand again, and touched the man's neck restlessly with his fingers, as if he was confirming something.

The man raised his chin, as if pulling his neck, allowing Hunter's fingers to do whatever he wanted.

"Winston...why is he here?"

Obviously, he couldn't think in his head at all, but Hunter's words were unexpectedly smooth.

"Didn't you text me back and ask me to sleep with you?"

The hand that Winston held Hunter's cheek, his thumb vaguely caressing the cleft of his lips.

"Hmm..." Hunter closed his eyes, as if he was thinking seriously. After ten seconds, he just asked back with a smirk, "Do I have any?"

"You have," replied Winston.

"Hey...hey..." Hunter laughed, the tip of his tongue slipped out along the cracks in his lips, and at the moment when Winston's fingertips were about to leave the corners of his lips, the soft tip of his tongue rubbed against his fingertips.

At that moment, the eyes of the man on the opposite side completely dimmed.

Hunter shrugged his shoulders and smiled even more smugly, his mouth saying: Come on, baby.

"I'm not a bunny girl." Winston's voice was hoarse.

Hunter shook, reached out and pulled Winston's ear: "Look...here are the rabbit ears..."

At this time, two of Mr. Narita's assistants came back and were stunned when they saw Winston.

"Just send Mr. Vince back."

After finishing speaking, Winston picked up Hunter who was sitting where he was, with one hand supporting his leg and the other clasping his back. The posture was like a doting father carrying his son to the park.

Sitting stupidly, Vince pointed to the direction Winston left, and said in a stuttering voice, "That...that's a monster...I can't even lift him up...how did he pick Hunter up all of a sudden... ...Hurry up and get him back!"

The two assistants couldn't understand what the lisp Vince was saying.

Winston strode away with long legs, almost as if Hunter sat weightless on his right arm.

Hunter's neck swayed with Winston's stride, and he looked down at the other's forehead and high nose bridge in bewilderment.

"I was just now...at the bunny party...Marcus...Donald...Luke and Maddie...together..." Hunter put his arms around Winston's neck, resting his chin lightly on the top of his head .

Winston had already come to the sports car, instead of putting Hunter into the sports car, he looked up at him.

"If it wasn't for hallucinations, you wouldn't have seduced me just now, would you?" Winston asked, looking him in the eyes.

Hunter narrowed his eyes again, and said in a very serious tone: "Wrong! It's not seduction...it's...retaliation!"

"Revenge me for what?" Winston asked softly.

"Who are you?" Hunter asked with narrowed eyes, "it seems to be... Winston..."

He began to feel over Winston's head again, looking for something.

"I'm Winston. I don't have bunny ears."

"Oh, you're Winston! Then I...then I'll take revenge on you for what you said...and did to me...you messed with my head!"

"for example?"

"For example...such as..." Hunter tried hard to recall, but he really couldn't remember.

Because his brain can't think.

"It's fine if you can't remember. But you'd better get back at me hundreds of times now."

Winston still hugged him, holding him high, but his arms didn't tremble a bit, his eyes seemed to be that Hunter was an unattainable but long-awaited ideal.

"Then will you bear a grudge against me?" Hunter asked with his head tilted.

The hair on his forehead fell down again, as if to be overwhelmed by the city lights.

"No." Winston's voice was still so soft, as if he was tempting him to do something secret but heinous.

Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head, and his lips touched Winston's forehead.

He could feel the embrace of the man supporting him suddenly stiffen.

He made him nervous.

This sense of accomplishment made Hunter bolder.

He smiled and kissed Winston's eyes, and stretched out the tip of his tongue to tease the other's eyelashes maliciously. Winston's breathing was suppressed, and he raised his face high, as if he wanted to give himself completely to this arrogant young man. people.

"What do you like best about me?" Winston asked softly.

"Eyes." Hunter continued to kiss his eyelids with a smirk.

"why do you like it?"

"Because...it's like a burning blue...blue...glacier..." Hunter shook his head.

"That's different from what you said to Nicky. Which description is true? Which description is false?" Winston asked again.

"Ni...Who is Niki?" Hunter asked back.

"You really please me. Knowing that I don't like you remembering other men, so you deliberately pretend to empty your head?"

"Uh-huh……"

The state of excitement after drinking seemed to be over soon, Hunter drooped his head and was about to lean back.

Winston, on the other hand, bumped Hunter up in his arms, trying to bring him back to his senses briefly.

"Hmm..." Hunter opened his eyes impatiently and looked at the other party.

"Kiss me, Hunter. Kiss me and I'll believe everything you say is true. I'll let you sleep."

Hunter frowned, and rubbed his cheek against Winston for a long time but didn't know where to kiss. Winston suddenly turned his face, wrapped his lips with a kiss, and squeezed the tip of his tongue into his mouth without refusal. Sucking uncontrollably.

The huge force caused Hunter's head to fall backwards. Winston put him on the front hood of the Ferrari and fastened his head tightly. Like a dry and dying traveler who finally found the water source, Hunter All the moisture between the lips and tongue was plundered by the other party.

The domineering aura made Hunter subconsciously push this man away.

As if offending the other party, the kiss became more aggressive, like the prelude to a brutal war, the intensity of the churning made Hunter unable to resist, and his mind became fragile.

The other party withdrew from his lips, pinched his neck, and kissed his chin, as if he wanted to eat him.

Voices were heard not far away, and someone came nearby to pick up the car.

Winston stepped back and let out a breath.

Hunter finally got his wish, closed his eyes, fell forward, rested his forehead on Winston's chest, and let out a gentle breathing sound.

Winston clasped his hands at his sides, as if if he moved, he couldn't help but destroy the fool who had trusted him to sleep peacefully.

It wasn't until Hunter slid down along Winston that he was about to fall off the front hood that Winston stretched out his hand to support him.

He picked him up, put him in the co-pilot's seat, and put on his seat belt.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, defenseless, as if anyone could easily possess him.

Winston kissed him again, licked the crevice of his lips, kissed the corners of his lips, and finally couldn't bear to stick his tongue in again to wreak havoc.

Hunter let out a soft hum.

Winston leaned against his forehead, and asked in a voice that seemed to come out from between his teeth: "May I have you?"

However, Hunter tilted his head and found a more comfortable angle to sleep.

Winston pulled up the corners of his lips, lowered his head and gave a chuckle.

A black Ferrari moves slowly in the night wind.

Tokyo at night is dressed up like daytime by neon lights of various colors and LED advertising screens.

The car stopped at the crossroads, Winston turned his face sideways, fingered Heng's hair lightly with his fingers, and then he couldn't help but put his hands under his head, supporting him, even if there were more than ten seconds left Kissing him hard all the time.

Near midnight, Winston finally drove to the hotel where Hunter was staying.

He carried Hunter out, and walked into the elevator under the surprised eyes of the hotel receptionist.

At the door of the room, Winston found his room card and put him on the bed.

He took off his shoes and socks for him, and Hunter's face was almost completely buried in the pillow, one of his hands pulled up the hem of his shirt, writhing uncomfortably as the suit restrained him.

Winston put one hand on Hunter's pillow, leaned down, and kissed Hunter from the forehead to the ear: "Shall I help you take off your suit and shirt?"

"Um……"

"May I have you?"

"Hmm..." Hunter tilted his head, revealing his beautiful neck.

Winston picked him up, took off his suit, and threw it aside.

Hunter opened his eyes a little, and vaguely saw Winston's fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Then he laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Winston.

"...Your...fingers are so beautiful..."

He squinted his eyes and continued to laugh, but Winston covered his eyes with his hands, and the fiery kiss invaded again, oppressing Hunter almost unable to breathe.He struggled, pushing his chest and turning his face away, but wherever he turned, Winston's aggressive kiss followed.

His knees curled up, and he kicked hard.

Winston's palm directly pressed his leg down hard.

Hunter braced his upper body vigorously and kept stepping back.

And Winston's arm was propped by his side, constantly moving forward, pressing harder and harder.

Until Hunter's back touched the head of the bed, he had to straighten his back, and Winston's kiss carried strength from the bottom up, forcing Hunter to lift his chin.

His fingers clasped Hunter's hand, tightened slowly, and held Hunter firmly.

The original madness and depression gradually slowed down because of Hunter's dodge. Winston's tongue gently hooked the other party, restraining the desire to oppress the other party, comforting and guiding.

Hunter, who was trying to push his tongue out, gradually gave up his resistance, and the life-and-death battle between lips and tongues finally became entangled.

"Hmm..." Hunter made a soft and comfortable voice in his throat.

Winston tried his best to lick and kiss his tongue, as if comforting a wronged child, until the image of Hunter Scholar entangled him.

Winston's shoulders stiffened, his eyes closed, his throat moved, and the pleasurable feeling meant that he was under Hunter's control.

He backed away, but Hunter stretched his neck towards him with his eyes closed, sucking and kissing.

At that moment, Winston pushed him away, put his hands on his shoulders, suppressed his impatient breathing, and asked, "Do you know who I am, Hunter?"

"..." Hunter looked at him stupidly, smiled, and wanted to kiss him again.

"I'm not a bunny girl. If you can't tell me who I am, I won't let you kiss me again."

The other party's voice was like dizzying red wine, cool but with a deadly temptation.

"...Lilith...you are my Lilith..." Hunter showed a suddenly realized expression.

"I am not your Lilith," said Winston.

Hunter suddenly became anxious. He stepped forward suddenly, clasped Winston's hands, and pressed them hard on the mattress.

Winston's wrist moved, but Hunter showed an annoyed expression, like a child snatching a toy, and pressed Winston's wrist even harder.

"You are! You are Lilith! I remember... I remember... your kiss... that's how it was... that's how you kissed me..."

"I'm not Lilith..."

Before Winston finished speaking, Hunter suddenly lowered his body and bit Winston's lower lip forcefully.

"Hmm..." Winston was trying to break free from Hunter, but Hunter licked the tip of his tongue over the place where he was bitten.

Winston's shoulders froze, he let Hunter press him down, let him squeeze the tip of his tongue between his teeth willfully, as if looking for something between Winston's lips and teeth, but he couldn't find anything. Kissing Winston on the cheek, on his chin, and everything became chaotic.

Hunter bit Winston's neck and sucked hard, as if he could drink his blood through Winston's skin.

Winston threw off Hunter's shackles violently, and lifted his head up forcefully.

"Look, I'm Vane Winston."

Hunter stared blankly ahead, his breath still smelled of sake.

"...if it's Winston... Winston can't be kissed... Winston... I hate you, hate... you're more attractive to women than you, hate... I'm childish compared to you My child! I hate that you are more sexy and mature than me... I hate your temperament, everything about you!"

Hunter's voice was full of grievance and unwillingness.

Winston supported Hunter on the shoulder and looked at him for a long time. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "I'm sorry, Hunter...don't be angry with me. You will become better and better, and you will become more and more talented." People appreciate you, like you...just me...just I can't stand other people occupying your mind...it's me who can't stand you liking someone else. I'm not as good as you think...but don't hate me. Don't use Your dislike is torturing me."

"Even if I become outstanding, I still can't catch up with you! I will never be confident when I walk with you! I hate you! I want to break up with you!" Hunter shouted in an extremely willful voice.

Winston's hand supporting Hunter's shoulder trembled slightly.

"I want to break up with you!"

Hunter yelled like an oath.

Winston's hands suddenly couldn't support him, and Hunter fell down and landed on Winston's body.

Winston closed his eyes and said no more.

However, Hunter suddenly stretched out his arms, hugged Winston tightly, and pressed his head against his cheek.

"...but you can't leave me."

"You said you were breaking off friendship with me," said Winston quietly.

"Yes. But you can't leave me!" Hunter's voice was full of arrogance.

"You're breaking off with me... why can't I leave you?" asked Winston.

"Yes...I want to break up with you...but you can't leave me..."

"...You are so bad."

Winston spoke softly against Hunter's cheek.

"I want to break up with you..."

"I know, you want to break up with me, but I still can't leave you."

"Yeah..." Hunter muttered.

"You are so bad, I will revenge."

"Um……"

He fell back.

Winston turned his face sideways, as if he did not want to see the fellow lying on the pillow.

And the next second, he pulled him towards him, Hunter's jaw was thrown back, and he crashed into Winston's arms as if unconscious.

At noon of the second day, Hunter turned over with his mouth smashed, and then fell like weightless. He was lying on the ground, his jaw hurt so much that he was crying.

He sat up stupidly, his head was still buzzing, and he casually touched the ground with his hands, and saw his suit jacket and his unbuttoned shirt that was twisted like a rag.

His last impression was eating Japanese food and drinking sake in "Tiger White".

"Ah... Sake is terrible..." Hunter looked around, saw his suitcase, and was sure that he must have been sent back to the hotel room after being drunk.

Hunter's mind was still stuffy, but both his lips and tongue felt numb.

"Sake is really scary." A cool voice came from the bedside.

When Hunter looked up, he was completely dumbfounded.

Because Winston was sitting on the head of the bed, looking at himself.

"...You...Why are you here?" Hunter got up, only to realize that he was wearing his favorite pajamas.

"Who texted me yesterday to ask me to sleep with him?" Winston raised his eyebrows.

"Ah..." Hunter opened his mouth halfway, "You're kidding me, I'll drive back..."

"Who was drunk and kissed me for revenge?"

Winston straightened up and looked at Hunter, who was completely dumbfounded.

In an instant, certain images flooded into Hunter's mind intermittently.

He seemed to have the impression he had kissed someone.

There seemed to be a voice in his mind saying to him: Take revenge on this man!Let him be as helpless as himself!It's better to let him think about some far-fetched things like himself!

"Who chased me and kissed me while I was changing his clothes?"

"Impossible! I have no impression of this!" Hunter yelled.

"Then the first two are true." Winston turned his face to look at Hunter, "So you really want to take revenge on me."

Christ... what had he done to Winston?

This guy will kill him!

"I'm sorry... It's a courtesy... Who asked you to hold me on your lap yesterday? Do you know that my nose is very close to your what? You hurt my self-esteem by doing that!"

Now we must hurry up and fight back!

As long as the reason is barely valid, Winston will forgive him with a smile!

"So did I stuff it in your mouth?"

Hunter didn't expect Winston's rhetorical question to be even colder.

Swallowing, Hunter whispered, "No...no..."

"Then what are you taking revenge on me for?" Winston asked back.

Hunter had nothing to say for a moment.Obviously this guy in front of him has a lot of bad deeds, only he knows it.If you say it, this guy will definitely say that he has a dirty mind, obviously it's just a joke between men.

There is still this guy's text message in the phone, so big, he has the nerve to ask him what revenge?

"I'm sorry..." Hunter originally wanted to say, "It's a big deal what I did to you, you can do it back", but then thought of those things that can't be done back, and shut up immediately.

Winston got out of bed, picked up his coat and put it on, and walked towards Hunter.

Hunter was oppressed by the opponent's aura so that his heart beat faster. He obviously wanted to look away, but he had to look at the opponent.

"This race, if you don't make the top five, I'll put it in your mouth."

The corners of Winston's lips raised slowly, like a sharp knife piercing Hunter's heart in the most gentle way, making him feel the feeling of being tortured every second, but there was no way to avoid it.

"What... what?"

Every cell in Hunter's body trembled.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Winston: Hunter is cuter when he's drunk.

Hunter: I will never drink Japanese sake again.

Winston: I will only treat you to Japanese sake from now on.