Could You Not Tease Me?

"Don't you drink?" asked Winston.

"It's better not to..."

I'm not good at wine.

"It's plum wine, hardly any proof," said Winston.

"Really?" So soaking in the hot spring, I really want to drink water.

"Of course you can call it milk if you want."

The guy was laughing at him again.

Hunter took a small porcelain cup unhappily, and took a sip.

Sure enough, the taste of the wine is very light, with the sweetness of plums, and the cool feeling of sliding down the throat makes the lungs suddenly open.

"Ah..." Hunter closed his eyes and exhaled.

It's so comfortable!

He put the cup back on the boat, but when the boat drifted, the cup fell into the water, making a slight noise.

Hunter squinted, reached into the water, and fumbled lazily for the small cup in the water.

But I didn't touch it after sliding in the water for a long time.

"Hey...where did you go..."

Hunter stretched his arms, fished out, and the moment he caught something... he was shocked!

Oops!

Something in the palm of my hand seemed to tremble.

He is dead!

Hunter immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Winston held it down.

The palm is completely attached to it.

"Yes... yes... right..."

It's over!It's over!Now Winston must kill him!

Hunter closed his eyes tightly, for fear that the other party would punch him hard.

He was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"Are you trying to compare my size?"

Winston's eyes, which had been closed all the time, opened slowly, but there was no sullen expression on his face.

"I...I..." Hunter wanted to knock himself out.

"Are you nervous?" Winston turned his face sideways, as if to see the expression on Hunter's face clearly.

Feeling the big guy in his palm jumping and jumping, Hunter was so frightened that he opened his mouth and couldn't even make a sound.

"Is it bigger than yours?" Winston's voice matched the temperature of the hot spring water, and there was a sobering coolness.

Hunter nodded vigorously immediately, he didn't want to compare his size with the other party at all!

"Your... yours is bigger!"

"I never thought your hands were small before, but today I find that you can't even hold them."

Say no more!

Hunter blushed so hard that he was about to bleed.

He exhausted all his strength and finally pulled his hand back, but he also lost his balance and fell into the water with a crash.

The hot spring water poured into his nose and mouth, choking him so that he coughed and dizzy.

Winston got up, took the towel, got up and went up.

"Still coming out? Your face is flushed."

Winston held out his hand to Hunter.

Hunter sat up, slapped Winston's hand away, took the towel, and when he stepped up, Winston smiled.

"why are you laughing?"

"Very small, very cute."

Winston turned away and walked away along the edge of the pool.

Only then did Hunter realize that he was seen by the other party when he was wearing a bath towel just now.

"Where am I so young!"

Don't you know that this kind of joke hurts a man's self-esteem?

"At least I can hold it with one hand." Winston deliberately raised his hand.

Those are the hands that hold the steering wheel and steer the car at extreme speed. They are powerful and responsive.

Hunter's face burned.

"Say it as if you had."

"How do you know I haven't shaken it?" Winston turned around and smiled.

"When?"

"When you were drunk, did you change your underwear yourself?" Winston asked coolly.

Hunter was speechless.

Even if he helped him change his underwear, Winston couldn't reach out to hold it... Could it be that little Hunter was crooked, and Winston helped him straighten him!

Oh shit!What's on your mind!

It looked like Winston was talking nonsense seriously!

The boy who brought them plum wine just now had already left his yukata by the pool.

Winston stooped to pick up one and put it on.

Hunter stood there stupidly looking at Winston.

The dark Japanese-style yukata completely set off Winston's introverted and self-disciplined temperament. When Winston tied the belt, his waist became more obvious, with wide shoulders and narrow hips.

The trouser legs of the bathrobe were wider, just above Winston's knees, and the line of his calves was more clearly displayed in front of Hunter.

Touching his nose, Hunter became jealous again.

"What's wrong?" Winston turned to look at Hunter.

The front of the bathrobe was open, exposing a piece of chest. The tight muscle lines and beautiful collarbone made Hunter swallow subconsciously.

"It's nothing... I thought it would be strange for us to wear Japanese yukata, but I didn't expect you to look good in it."

"I accept your compliment." Winston turned and walked on.

Hunter quickly changed into the bathrobe, and as soon as he put on the clothes, he followed Winston.

Walk through the long hallway to a room.

Winston pushed the door open, and there was already food on the Japanese-style low table. The smell made Hunter subconsciously swallow his saliva, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

He is hungry.

Winston turned around, looked at Hunter, and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you even know how to dress well. Do you know what you look like?"

"What does it look like?" Hunter thought to himself that he hadn't worn it, how could he know how to wear it right?

Winston came in front of Hunter, hooked his fingers around the knot of his belt that had been tied up indiscriminately, and pulled it lightly.

"It's like being fucked by me just now." Winston's voice was very soft, but Hunter retreated subconsciously, but was grabbed by the other party.

"So dress well."

Winston's fingers were very flexible, and every bend and squeeze was beautiful.

"The left lapel is at the top, and the right lapel is at the bottom. If you wear it backwards, it's the way to wear it for a funeral." Winston held the belt with his hands, as if hugging Hunter, and fastened the belt for him.

Then he lifted his chin and straightened the collar for Hunter.

"Okay, let's eat."

Winston turned away and sat cross-legged at the table.

Hunter couldn't bear his sitting posture, with one leg crossed and the other standing upright, looking at the table full of dishes.

"Wow! Looks delicious!"

And basically cooked food.

There are fried tempura, grilled beef tongue, grilled eel, pan-fried gyoza, and ramen.Hunter once again lamented in his heart that it was absolutely the right decision to go on vacation with Winston.

Hunter is not good at using chopsticks. In his mind, these two long and thin sticks are really difficult to handle.When he moved his fingers, they intersected and they couldn't hold anything at all.

If it was normal, he would have grabbed things impatiently.

But on the opposite side, Winston's fingers clinging to the chopsticks are as calm as a painter's clinging to the paintbrush. The picture of picking up the tempura prawns is really pleasing to the eye.

He lowered his head slightly, and Hunter seemed to see the tip of his tongue between his lips, which was about to touch the tempura, with a hint of tenderness.

He only heard a slight "cracking" sound, and the crispy skin on the outside of the prawn was crushed. He chewed slowly, then raised his eyes to look in Hunter's direction.

"what happened?"

"No... nothing... just want to ask if there is a fork..."

"Calm down. You can control a Formula One car that can run like a beast at any time, but how can you not control chopsticks?" Winston's voice calmed the somewhat irritable Hunter.

He carefully felt how the chopsticks moved between his knuckles, and how the angle of force affected them.

He concentrated on feeling and pondering, and then tried to pick up a tempura prawn with chopsticks.

The shrimp was firmly picked up, and Hunter showed a happy smile. He opened his mouth and was about to send the shrimp into his mouth. His knuckles were slightly loose, and it lost its balance and fell down.

"Ah!" Hunter was about to catch it with his other hand, but Winston on the opposite side stretched out his arm and clamped it firmly.

What a quick response!

Hunter was about to praise the other party, but Winston dragged his other hand under Hunter's chin, and sent the prawn to Hunter's mouth.

"Eat," Winston said softly.

His brows and eyes are soft, and Hunter can't help but keep looking at him.

"what happened?"

Hunter shook his head, opened his mouth and bit off half of it.

"Mmm! It's delicious! Crispy and fragrant!"

Winston ate the other half frankly.

This made Hunter feel a little happy.

Winston's assistant said that he never eats or uses what other people have eaten.But these so-called principles seemed to have never existed before Hunter.

"It seems that apart from you, no one has fed me for a long time." Hunter said with emotion.

"Because the way you hold chopsticks is really clumsy."

Winston's expression was flat.

"The last time I was fed was when I was in my second year of secondary school. I hurt my arm playing cricket and my good friend Blue came to see me. I was craving pudding but couldn't tear it open with one hand, it was cloth Lu opened it for me. At the beginning, this guy pretended to be a good friend, but later, he lost his patience and poured half a box of pudding into my mouth! I almost choked to death on the pudding!"

Thinking of that scene, Hunter couldn't help laughing.

Winston on the opposite side looked at him for a long time without speaking.

He is like a forever quiet listener. As long as Hunter makes any sound, no matter whether it makes sense or not, he will store every pronunciation and every sound in his mind.

"Hey, don't look at me like this..." Hunter touched his face, did something get on it?

"Hunter, you are a person who values ​​feelings very much. So you will always take it to heart when others treat you a little bit better."

Hunter paused, this was the first time someone said that.

"Everyone is an independent individual... Actually, it is easy to persuade friends not to do something. For example, you persuade me not to drink sparkling drinks before the game, and Marcus advises me not to eat raw or cold food. But sacrificing your own Principle, doing things for another person that I would never do, even if it is not beneficial to myself, just to be with the other person or make the other person happy, is more precious. Just like you...you have done a lot for me if it is Something you would never tolerate for others."

Hunter knew that he had never thanked Winston. He enjoyed all the tolerance and care from the other party. He knew that he was dependent on Winston, even spiritually.

"So Hunter, do you think I'm important now?" Winston asked.

This surprised Hunter.

Because it never occurred to him that one day Winston would ask anyone that question.

Because it sounds like you are not confident in your relationship with the other person.

And Winston is obviously confident no matter when and where it is taken for granted.

"I'm not going to answer your question." Hunter proudly poked a mushroom ball with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What a little rascal you are." Winston smiled softly.

This is Hunter's favorite Winston.

A Winston that no one else could see.

"Anyway, it's not the first time you've called me a bad guy." Hunter calmly picked up the grilled eel sushi and put it in his mouth.

He thought to himself that if Winston didn't eat faster, the whole table would go into his stomach.

"But little rascal, I can really see your balls clearly." Winston turned his face sideways, looking at Hunter's raised leg.

Hunter's left hand was resting on his knee. When Winston said that, he paused, looked down, and found that the baggy trousers had already fallen to the heels of his legs, and a small piece of underwear was exposed.

"Hey! You are talking nonsense again! I have clothes inside!"

Hunter pulled up his trouser legs and immediately changed his sitting position.

Winston did not speak, but just lowered his head and took a sip of matsutake soup.

"you liar!"

Winston ignored him, much to Hunter's exasperation.

After dinner, Hunter reached into the skirt of his bathrobe and touched his belly.

"So satisfying. These things are delicious!"

"You've always been good at eating."

"What does that matter. Anyway, Formula One consumes a lot of calories... When I was measuring the fat content that day, the nutritionist also said that I can eat a little fatter..." Hunter fell backwards.

"In fact, besides Formula One, there are other sports that burn calories."

"What... swimming?"

Hunter was a little drowsy.

I just soaked in the hot spring, and now I am full again, and I naturally feel sleepy.

"No."

Hunter opened his eyes and saw Winston walking to his side and sitting down.

With his hands propped against his face, Hunter simply turned sideways, looking at Winston's fingers.

"what is that?"

"Sports in bed."

Hunter chuckled: "Hahaha! I should have guessed that you, an old hooligan, would say this."

"You're the only one who says I'm a hooligan, yet I discuss this with you in a very objective manner."

Hunter continued to suppress his laughter and shook his hand: "Okay! Okay! Tell me, how many calories can you burn?"

"Ten calories in undressing. But you probably don't need it."

"What do you mean?"

Winston turned sideways, hooked Hunter's skirt with his fingers upwards, and stopped at the place where it was about to unravel, just in time to see Hunter's abdomen without the slightest burden.

"You can't even put on your clothes well, so you still expect you to be able to take them off by yourself?"

Hunter pulled back the skirt of his shirt.

"You are really objective!"

Hunter, who was a little sleepy, suddenly regained his energy and lay there to continue listening to Winston's popular science.

"What about wearing a condom?" Hunter asked with a smirk.

"Six calories."

"It's so little..."

"You don't need it anyway."

"Hey! I will be responsible for the other party too! What if there is a little Hunter?"

As soon as Hunter looked up, he saw a slight smile on Winston's lips.

I don't know if this guy is teasing himself, what he said just now is nonsense, or he just simply thinks that Hunter who is worried about having children in case is funny.

Winston's fingers lightly touched Hunter's forehead, and gently ran his fingers through his hair.

"Don't you like the feeling of being in direct contact with the other party, rather than through something? Don't you like the most real body temperature, heat, and touch of the other party?"

Winston's voice was soft, like countless small trickles slipping through Hunter's heart, gathering into a net, unable to catch or touch, but unable to break free.

Of course he does.How could he not like it?

Hunter was rubbed comfortably by his fingertips, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"What about the deep kiss?"

"What kind of deep kiss?"

"Of course the tongue wants to go in!"

"Do you like deep kisses?"

"Nonsense, don't you like it?"

Hunter remembered that Lilith night. Although he didn't remember anything, the bursting feeling of the kiss, even though everything was broken, was clearly engraved in his mind.

"This has something to do with time. For most people, 65 calories are enough, but for you, [-] calories may not be enough."

"Is it because I'm good?" Hunter suddenly felt that Winston had finally been "objective" for a while, and didn't deliberately belittle him.

"Because the person who kisses you will be very greedy... Kiss you for a long time."

"...Where can I find such a passionate partner! Thank you for your blessing!" Hunter laughed softly.

"Move your body and make a sound, about 35 to [-] calories."

"Is there any more?" Hunter was suddenly curious, where did Winston see this?

He likes to follow the financial news, and Hunter knows that.But these things he has never seen him look at!

So... is it really nonsense?

"The legs are lifted and pressed down on the shoulders, 1 to 25 calories in [-] minute."

"Lifted? What about lifting?" Hunter wanted to raise his head in dissatisfaction, but was pressed back by Winston's fingers.

"The way of sitting on the other side is about 1 calories a minute. You should consume more."

"Nonsense, I have to help support the other party!" Hunter felt that he was still a gentleman in that respect.

"If you go in from the back, 150 calories per minute for ordinary people is enough, but you may need [-] to [-]. Because the power is greater. In the end, you may need more than [-] calories, or even [-] calories."

"Hey, thank you!" Hunter felt that his physical strength was praised by the other party.

"It's easier to lie on your side and stand up. The average person is 26 calories per minute."

"Then how much do you think I need to consume?" Hunter enjoyed the feeling of being praised by the other party for his physical strength.

"A conservative estimate requires fifty calories."

"I'm so strong? Isn't that too ungentle?"

Hunter touched his chin, thinking that he would be hated by the other party, right?

"Tenderness is something before kissing. Of course you have to enjoy it when you go in."

Winston's voice was so calm that it was all science.

Hunter looked at the other party seriously, and concluded after a few seconds: "There is no doubt that you must be very self-disciplined."

"Because I don't spend my energy and time on people who have nothing to do with me."

"Well, that's what Shen Chuan said too. But once you set your sights on someone, that person will definitely be tortured to death by you." Hunter felt sympathetic deep in his heart.

Winston was silent.

Hunter poked the opponent's waist with his finger: "Then what kind of posture do you like?"

For this, Hunter is deeply curious.

"I like them all." Winston looked at Hunter.

His gaze was deep, as if entering Hunter's brain.

"You like them all?" Hunter smiled, "Because you are amazing!"

"How do you know I'm good?"

"We are all racers! Donald said that the endurance of a racer is comparable to that of a marathoner, but our explosiveness is stronger than that of a marathoner."

"Just because of that?" Winston seemed dissatisfied with Hunter's answer.

"Hmm..." Hunter finally turned his lazy head.

Just now Winston praised himself for so long, so he has to show sincerity no matter what?

"Your waist muscles are very beautiful! I saw them just now! Who told me... what kind of waist is this?" Hunter thought desperately.

Thinking and thinking, just can't remember.

Winston bowed his head and let out a low laugh.

His voice was unique, it was obviously cool when he laughed, but it had a warm feeling.

"Hey! What are you laughing at!"

"Laugh at your seriousness." The faint smile lines in the corners of Winston's eyes made Hunter not want to move his eyes away.

"You can keep laughing. Anyway, I'm not like you, and I don't have a good memory."

Winston leaned forward, leaning towards Hunter.The loose hair that was pinned behind his ears fell down and brushed gently over his cheeks, as if the ends of the hair were about to touch Hunter's cheek.

"Actually, I prefer to change positions while in the state, which requires burning at least 42 calories."

Hunter could not remember the last time he had looked into Winston's eyes from such a close distance.He only felt the blue tide in those eyes rushing out of his waist.

"Your hair hit me! Old rascal..."

Hunter was inexplicably confused, and he pushed the opponent up hard.

Winston was not angry, but lay down directly beside Hunter.

"But you really think my waist muscles are beautiful?"

"Yes." Hunter nodded honestly.

"Then do you want to feel it?" The slight smile on the corner of Winston's lips made Hunter sure that this guy was playing tricks again.

"I don't want it! You play by yourself!" Hunter turned over.

Winston said nothing, and lay quietly.

Hunter began to feel drowsy, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In a blur, it seemed that something was covering his body.Someone gently hugged him.

The warmth from his back made him subconsciously squeeze back, until he squeezed into the other person's chest.

When Hunter woke up again, it was more than an hour later.

Feeling something pressing on him, Hunter opened his eyes, covered with a thin blanket.

He pulled the thin quilt away, only to find that Winston's arm was on his body.

And his hand was right in the front of his shirt, leaning gently on Hunter's chest.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that the other party was holding his heart, and Hunter felt inexplicably warmed up.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: Why do you say I don't need a condom?

Winston: I don't need you to help me put it on because I don't like to use it.

Hunter: Why don't I have enough calories for a deep kiss?

Winston: Because I'm the one who kisses you, and I'll be hard.

Hunter: Why do I burn more in a sitting position?

Winston: Because I'm going to fuck you for a long time, and deeply.

Hunter: Why can't you discuss this with me?

Winston: Afraid to scare you away.