Your Mightiness

After August and Raphael returned to Hampton Palace in a daze, August remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to do something at the party.

Raphael's grip on August's hand became even tighter, with the gloom hidden in his eyes as much as possible, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

Anything or anyone that diverts August's attention is intolerable to Raphael.When the two of them didn't pierce the window paper before, Raphael could only struggle with his desire for control in his heart. Now Raphael feels that as August's boyfriend, he finally has enough ground to express his dissatisfaction .

"...Although it's disappointing to say so, since when have you been my boyfriend?" August thought with a dazed look on his face, this is probably something he forgot.

Yup!

When did they date?

He hasn't confessed yet!

Raphael was really a little angry this time. On his always beautiful and decent face, there was rarely a not-so-beautiful and decent shade of prey.His heart is roaring, he doesn't want to be with me, who do you want to be with?Is the other party as beautiful as me?Am I rich?Do I... love you more? !

Raphael's eyes were bloodshot quickly, and he felt a rush of blood rushing.His dark side seems to break out of the cage in the next second.

Raphael couldn't help thinking, no, Al can't leave him, even if someone is prettier and richer than him, he can't lose Al.Lock Al up, let him only see himself, hear himself, feel himself, as if only he could communicate with Al in his mind before.Yes, they should be like this, how good it is.

Amidst the complaint of "ah, it hurts, you hurt me", Rafael's worse and worse thoughts were like a punctured balloon, and he completely lost his temper with a puff.

Raphael let go of August's hand in a hurry, but the second he let go, he nervously took it back again, and carefully began to rub August's left hand, which was indeed slightly red. , and rebuilt a more pleasing self in a blink of an eye, discarding those dark sides, and just said in a particularly aggrieved tone: "You have kissed everyone, are you planning to renege on your debts and not be responsible?"

August: "...huh?"

While rubbing August's hands, Raphael continued to lower his head and said, "Besides, I confessed to you, and you didn't object. Aren't you the one who hates playing with feelings and giving up all the time?"

August didn't say a word, but he was labeled as playing with feelings and giving up, which made him very overwhelmed.He asked himself in his heart, what have I done?no?No, when did Raphael confess his love?Oh yes, Browning's love poems.How many of those are confessions? !

"Why not?" Raphael seemed to share the same brain with August, and he could always guess what August wanted to say first, "I wrote your favorite poet with your favorite poet. Love poems confess to you."

August was completely dazzled by a series of subject, verb and object, and the golden hair seemed to be spinning around.

Only then did Raphael show a satisfied smile, and he began to get into the cheap and good-looking mode. His eyelashes trembled, pretending that he was a pissed off daughter-in-law, "Don't worry, even if you play with your feelings and give up all the time, I still like you too."

"..." Knowing that Raphael was talking nonsense, August still couldn't help but soften his heart, like another little daughter-in-law, blushing, sweet voice, and looking at Raphael Speechless, but it seems that they have already expressed their hearts to each other, all the sweet words have been said, and the words of thousands of lovesickness are finished, just like the scene of a lily.

If Father Qiao was present, he would probably complain in an exaggerated way: Yaoshou, when was this world so strange?

Raphael didn't speak because he knew that August's personality was irresistible. He just needed to continue rubbing August's hands quietly until August figured it out (he would definitely figure it out) ), naturally, like a conch, it will always take a slow but sure step out of its shell...a small step.

August is actually not too slow this time, he rarely thinks decisively, hypocritical, isn't being with Raphael exactly what you want?Hurry up, hold him, kiss him, fuck him!

Cough, of course, the old driver's heart is still not equal to a small and fresh brain.

August pulled out his hand from Raphael's hand... Well, he didn't pull it out, so August took Raphael upstairs together, and went to August's daily office. Come study in the den.

All the way was dark, only the golden three-branched candle holder held by Raphael, engraved with the iris logo.

In the middle of the night, it should have been a scary scene, but August didn't care about it at all.Because he only cared about his and Raphael's hands that seemed to be stuck with some kind of super glue, and the place where they held each other seemed to be always hot, just like August's heart.

August even felt that love could really generate electricity and illuminate his whole world. At least at this moment, he would not be afraid of any gothic buildings that seemed to be covered with a veil of devils in the dead of night.He only has Raphael in his eyes, only the joy of mutual affection in his heart, and only one thing in his mind: he wants to find parchment and quill!

What?

Obviously, he wanted to confess to Raphael.

August lived alone for a long time in his previous life, and he always felt that what he said was not as good as what he wrote.Because when writing, you can consider tone and words, and present yourself to the other party with the most perfect heart after repeated revisions several times, like playing a game of tacit understanding, hiding your deepest love between the lines, he Looking forward to the other party can understand, the other party will certainly not let him down.

When August wrote it, he insisted not to let Raphael read it.

Raphael was not stubborn with August on this point, but he refused to let go of August's hand, so the two kept holding hands, one sitting on the armchair writing at the desk, and the other standing aside He glanced his head in another direction, making sure he wouldn't look back.

Only then did August realize that writing with only one hand is actually very awkward.The parchment couldn't be held down, and the not-so-pretty handwriting became completely crooked, like something written by a child.August was very distressed, and felt that such a confession was not beautiful enough. Just as August was thinking about tearing it up and writing a new copy, he heard Raphael, who had lost the sound of writing, Has turned around quickly, took the letter, and did not give August a chance to repent.

Raphael is different from August. He thinks that language is the best way to express a person's true emotions, and the first reaction is a person's true thoughts deep in his heart.August insisted not to speak, and Raphael could only succumb to the other party's unmodified first version.

"I yelled: 'Say it again: I love you!'

Who would think there are too many stars, each star is turning in the night sky;

Who would think there are too many flowers, every flower is full of spring.

Say, you love me, you love me, ringing the silver bell!

......"

A love poem by Browning was also intermittently written on the parchment, and Raphael recognized it at a glance, because it was one of August's favorite English poets, and August had given it to August before. I have memorized a lot of Browning's poems.In the era when Raphael lived, the poetess had not yet been born, and Raphael could only know everything from August.

Raphael's liking for August can be said to be very familiar, and he can even recite August's favorite poems backwards, so when he saw the last line of the poem, he smiled.

That sentence is not the original poem, but the true thoughts written subconsciously by August:

"...I also want to say to you, I love you, I love you, my dearest you."

August wrote so many I love you, no matter how he tried to hide it, he became delusional. He tried to get back his parchment, but Raphael held his hand and pulled him skillfully forward, fighting with both feet. Stumbled into Raphael's arms.

Before August raised his head, Raphael's lips were already kissed.

At first, it was like playing and playing, pecking and licking here, not dense, but very intimate; then, probably aware of August’s resistance, Raphael aggravated the kiss punishingly, using the fastest kiss Shower's way of expressing his wildest love, full of exclusive desire and unspeakable desire.

He straightened his crotch suggestively, rubbed his legs, and blew ambiguously in August's ear: "Is it okay?"

August, the first brother in two lifetimes, the Duke of Gloucester, has completely turned into a tomato, with blushing cheeks and bloody earlobes, but he is hesitating in his heart whether to change from a theorist to a practitioner.

Taking advantage of August's fugue, Raphael naturally seized the time to do his best and took advantage of it.

When Raphael was slightly satisfied, he touched little August with his hands through his tight pants, while biting August's earlobe and said, "Just kidding, I'll wait for you to arrive, However, before that, let uncle teach you some physical hygiene knowledge that boys must know during puberty."

Then?

Then August took a special physical hygiene class with blushing and heartbeat. Mr. Raphael rehearsed it in his mind for several years, and tried his best to teach his eldest nephew what mutual help is. virtue.

When August woke up the next morning, he suddenly had a strange idea that Raphael had raped his consciousness.

Raphael was in a good mood, as if his whole body was glowing, and he was full of a kind of gentleness towards everyone. Father Joe was so scared that he hid in the chapel of Hampton Palace and dared not come out. He felt that Raphael had mutated. .

Seeing Julie who completely resisted Raphael at the dining table, August finally remembered what he forgot. He didn't announce his identity as president!

Julie took a bite of the neatly cut piece of meat on the plate, and said indifferently: "I guessed it would be like this, so I prepared a plan B a long time ago."