HP's Foreign Land

Victor buried his head on Heimdall's shoulder and did not say a word for a long time, and Heimdall did not speak. I don't know how long it took. Victor drew back a little distance and stared at Heimdall: "Do you have any questions this afternoon?" class?"

Victor knew the second-grade curriculum very well, but asked the question knowingly. Heimdall seemed to have some kind of insight, and said "no."

Victor turned his gaze away expressionlessly, then hugged him abruptly, and Heimdall tried his best to swallow back the exclamation that almost burst out of his mouth.

"Jones, ask him for a leave this afternoon." Victor turned around and left after leaving this sentence.

Carlo nodded subconsciously.

Heimdall, who was held in his arms, lowered his eyes and remained silent, which was regarded as a tacit consent.

The three friends immediately looked at each other.

When leaving the cafeteria, Victor grabbed an oncoming student of the same grade and said, "Help me take a leave of absence for the herbal study in the afternoon." After saying that, he walked through the huge arched doorway and walked away.

The student froze for a moment, turned around and chased after two steps, and shouted, "What's the reason?"

Victor said without looking back, "Whatever!"

The student's face collapsed, and he was miserable.You ask for leave and you want me to help you think of a reason?Don't be so shameless!

Victor swaggered downstairs, walked through alleys, hallways, and went out, and everything he went suddenly became a focal point.

After they left the castle, Heimdall said hesitantly, "Wick—"

"Baby, don't choose to talk to me at this time." Victor looked forward.

Heimdall stared intently at his side face, and found that the flickering light in his eyes became more and more scorching, so he stopped talking.

Victor carried him all the way into the west tower, and their arrival also caused quite a commotion among the students staying in the dormitory building.Victor turned a deaf ear and turned a blind eye, and quickly led Heimdall into his bedroom.

There was silence in the bedroom, and the fireplace burst into flames the moment one entered the door. The candles on each candlestick were lit at the same time, and the warm orange light suddenly spread throughout the room.

Victor put Heimdall down and called out the house elf who served their bedroom: "You are not allowed to enter the room without my order."

The house-elf shuddered at his stern tone: "Yes..."

"Don't let anyone else in."

"Yes..." thought the house-elf suddenly, "what if Mr. Orville or Mr. Bernick Klum comes back?"

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"Yes!" The house-elf's teeth were chattering.

"You can go out and lock the door." Victor ordered.

The house-elf disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Victor turned to face Heimdall, and Heimdall smiled unnaturally.

"Want something to drink?" Victor watched his every move like a hawk waiting to hunt, now staring at his lips.

"You drove the house-elves out," Heimdall reminded him.

"Yes, so we should save time." Victor laughed, obviously more satisfied with the status quo.

Victor's eyes began to look at Heimdall from top to bottom, not letting go of any place. Everywhere he looked seemed to be taking off Heimdall's clothes. Heimdall felt that his clothes were being layered layer after layer. Falling down, when his eyes swept all the way to the lower body, Heimdalton felt hot all over, and his lower body was in a commotion.

He couldn't help exhaling, and the slight sound made Victor's sharp eyes like a falcon suddenly turn back to his face, and Victor saw the reaction he expected from his face.

Victor stretched out his hand, attracting Heimdall like a magnet, and Heimdall slowly approached him.Victor stared at him, and Heimdall stared at him.As Heimdall moved, Victor had to lean back slightly to keep his eyes glued.

Victor felt that it took Heimdall his entire life to walk in front of him. In fact, it only took a few seconds for Heimdall to stand in front of him, face to face.

"What to do next? Or just keep watching the night?" Heimdall tried to ease the atmosphere and make himself more relaxed.

Victor groaned and buried his head in Heimdall's shoulder: "Damn it! I will never leave you!! Never!!!"

An overwhelming passion flooded Heimdall's body with these words. He stretched out his arms and hugged Victor, and Victor wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, kissing his cheeks continuously—from forehead to From the lips to the chin and back to the lips, the arms around the waist kept pulling Heimdall forward until he could hardly stand up.

"I like the smell of you," Heimdall said, kissing his temples.

"You smell good." Victor opened his mouth, biting down along his neck bit by bit, bringing out a series of wet crystal traces. "I want..." Victor excitedly unbuttoned Heimdall's robe. "Just one bite..." The first button was undone, "Just one click..." He tore the skirt of his clothes vigorously, and the buttons fell to the ground one after another, and the robe fell to the ground. "Just one click..." His lips fell on the edge of the thin crew neck sweater.

As soon as Victor touched Heimdall's skin, Heimdall moaned deep in his throat, and he involuntarily raised his hands and inserted them into Victor's hair.Heimdall's neatly trimmed short nails pierced Victor's skin, and the slight stinging pain continued to stimulate Victor's passion.

Victor's lips remained on the edge of the collar of the jumper, nibbling and sucking lightly.His fingertips frequently brushed the nipples covered by clothes, causing a series of suffocating gasps.

However, Victor has yet to take the next step.

The frustration and helplessness hovering on the periphery of desire made Heimdall finally explode. "Damn it!" He grabbed Victor's hair hard, forcing him to look up, biting his lip, and Victor's smug smile disappeared quickly, as Heimdall gripped his hard, raised cock hidden behind the fabric. When desire rubbed up and down, even the words he wanted to say were completely lost in the air.

"What's the matter? Honey? It's not like you to be speechless." Heimdall's hoarse mocking voice was full of obscenity.

Victor grunted in frustration, pulled Heimdall back for a deep kiss, and rubbed Heimdall's hair vigorously with his hands.He teased Heimdall with his tongue like a game and tempted him to respond. After a long time, Victor finally let himself leave Heimdall's lips successfully, and turned to detailing Heimdall's neck, rubbing the sea through his pants. Mudar's erection was soft, subtle, and rhythmic.

Heimdall found it hard to breathe as Victor stroked his desire.Victor stopped moving, moved his hands to touch Heimdall's butt, and slightly opened the distance between the two, Heimdall trembled involuntarily.

"Tell me what you want, anything," Victor said hoarsely.

Heimdall just looked straight at him.

Victor picked him up, walked quickly to the bed and put him down, tearing off the coverlet on the bed.

Heimdall lay on the quilt, watched him walk into the bathroom, and could still hear the splashing water.After a while, he came out with a wet towel.Victor didn't say anything, and as soon as he walked to the bed, he helped Heimdall up and took off Heimdall's clothes.Victor had already expressed all the meaning with his eyes, and there was no need to speak at all. Heimdall sat on the bed naked, without any discomfort at all.

The warm and damp towel was wiped down along the line of the neck. Victor picked up a pillow, let him sit back and back, and then wiped his whole body with the towel meticulously, even his arms and armpits were not left behind. , At the same time, he also discovered several sensitive spots and vulnerable parts that are ticklish.

Heimdall let out a comfortable hum, and Victor lowered his head and kissed his lips.

Victor gently rubbed a rosy mark on Heimdall's neck with a towel, "I always leave marks on you." His voice was full of annoyance.

"It's okay, I don't care."

Victor's eyes glowed with excitement at Heimdall's thoughtless answer, he shook off the towel, quickly undressed and climbed onto the bed, pulled off the pillow, pressed Heimdall under him, kissed his lips, and with the tip of his tongue part his lips.When Victor leaves his lips, he always calls his name repeatedly, and then kisses him deeply again, then backs away, calls again, kisses deeply again, and this cycle repeats, Heimdall tastes the desire that penetrates to the marrow from his mouth .

When Victor gently rubbed Heimdall's swelling, Heimdall narrowed his eyes, and Victor took a sharp breath, he would be so stupid to take Delacour's eyes and the scenery in front of him Comparing to each other, Victor stared deeply at those misty and translucent blue eyes soaked in lust, and murmured like pious repentance.

"Is this what you want?" Victor managed to look away, leaned over and bit Heimdall's nipple with his teeth.

"Damn right!" Heimdall yelled when Victor purposely brushed his fingers over the tip of his desire. "If you continue to tease me without doing anything, I will make you unable to see the sun tomorrow, and curse you with the most vicious curse that you will never turn over!"

"I will never turn over again." Victor wrapped his fingers around Heimdall's hard and wet erection, Heimdall closed his eyes, and let out a thin and hoarse moan.Victor's other hand ran over Heimdall's skin, exploring the smooth whiteness that gleamed in the firelight.Heimdall panted and squirmed, and couldn't help sprinting back and forth in Victor's hands. This scene made Victor almost climax.All of Heimdall's reactions made Victor too excited to extricate himself.

Not long after, under Victor's provocation, Heimdall whispered Victor's name in a low voice mixed with incomprehensible whimpers, and Victor almost ejaculated.Withdrawing his hand from stroking the smooth skin, he didn't want to stay out of it or be forgotten at all.Victor lowered his head to gently lick the bodily fluid overflowing from the top of Heimdall's desire, slowly held it in his mouth, gently sucked and circled with his tongue, and then raised his eyes to carefully observe Heimdall's reaction.

"God..." Heimdall panted with difficulty.

Victor sucked more intensely, Heimdall moaned at the sound of Victor's heavy breathing as he sucked, fingers tightly wrapped around Victor's hair, climaxing as desire climbed to the top.Victor swallowed whatever Heimdall came out of when he came, until there was nothing left.

Heimdall lay limp on the bed, breathing rapidly, his whole body drenched in sweat.

Victor picked up the towel again and wiped Heimdall's sweat. His movements were slow and stiff, and Victor tried his best to restrain his swelling and desire to burst.

Heimdall suddenly grabbed the towel on his body, flung it away under Victor's suspicious gaze, turned lazily and pushed Victor onto the bed.Heimdall kissed from his lips all the way down to his lower abdomen. Victor's chest rose and fell violently during Heimdall's movements. When he felt the muscles under his hands become as hard as stone, Heimdall opened his mouth to swallow Hold his swollen and erect stiffness.

A wonderful feeling swept Victor's body like a tide, and gathered into a whirlpool in his lower abdomen, roaring and wanting to erupt.

"Wait..." Victor pulled the pillow over the pillow and sat up with the last bit of sobriety. "I haven't showered yet..." He didn't want Rigg to be wronged in any way.

"I don't care... I don't care even if you are sweaty and dirty..." Heimdall said vaguely while stroking his double balls with his hands.

Overwhelmed by the reckless brilliance of those blue eyes, Victor gives up and lets desire take hold of him.Victor tangles his hands down Heimdall's hair and closes his eyes.Heimdall took Victor's desire in his mouth again, sucking and licking his lower part.Wick couldn't help tightening his fingers, and the sound of disordered breathing came out of his mouth.

Heimdall moved in response to Victor's breathing, and gently stroked his double balls with one hand. When Heimdall's fingers slowly moved from the double balls to the skin of his inner thighs, Wick I can't think at all anymore.

He opened his eyes involuntarily and looked down, looking into the pair of light blue eyes that fascinated him. They were closely observing his reaction. This discovery made Victor's desire burn even more intensely. .Rigg's hands and mouth were moving together, and when his fingers brushed over his stiff but fragile skin, Victor couldn't help watching his every move.

Even if he lowered his head, Heimdall knew that he was staring at him without blinking, and the movements of his hands became more and more slow. After a while, Heimdall narrowed his eyes slightly, and repeated teasing intensified and unhurriedly.

The thoughts that Victor had managed to condense disappeared in an instant under Heimdall's sweet but grinding control.

Heimdall's fingers slid back and forth lightly, and the burst of intense pleasure caused Viktor to twitch his hips violently, a huge indescribable pleasure washed over the senses all over his body.However, Heimdall chose to let go of the desire in his mouth at this critical moment, and instead took hold of Victor's finger that wanted to stop him from leaving, and bit down hard, then licked and sucked gently, using a soft Everything that tempts Victor with the tip of his tongue.

Victor's blond lover can easily overwhelm any obstacle Victor wants to use to contain his eruption.

When Heimdall took Victor's desire in his mouth again, covered Victor's double balls with his hands, and rubbed them with the sucking frequency in his mouth, Victor clenched his teeth hard, his desire was already green Violet, brimming with fluid, longing for release, the moment Heimdall intensified his hand movements, Viktor had a violent orgasm.

Heimdall tried to move his head back, but he still couldn't swallow all the liquid, and part of it flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Sweat rolled down Viktor's face, he gasped heavily, then reached over and pulled Heimdall into his arms.Their bodies were sticky and slippery from sweat, but they snuggled together quietly without noticing, enjoying the tranquility after the turbulent waves.

After a long time, Victor was willing to leave Heimdall, turned around and hugged Heimdall after getting out of bed.Victor's footsteps paused for a moment of desire that hadn't quite subsided, and his desire twitched with it.Victor grunted secretly, and carried Heimdall into the bathroom.

The bathtub was quickly filled with hot water. Heimdall stretched comfortably in the water. Victor sat in the bathtub with a smile on his face. forward.

When Heimdall sat down, he accidentally brushed the tip of someone's desire with his fingertips, and found it a very interesting spasm.

"Don't tease me." Victor said bitterly.

"I haven't." Heimdall firmly denied.

Victor was silent for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to Heimdall's chest to hold down his nipple, squeezed and kneaded softly and then forcefully in the hot water wrap, his lips and tongue were not to be outdone, and they were on Heimdall's sensitive body. Biting and licking the side of the neck, light and heavy according to the movement of the hands.

Rapid breathing came out of his mouth, Heimdall leaned back weakly, his desire raised his head uncontrollably.

The warm water instantly became scalding hot.

"You're so sensitive." The other big hand hidden under the water slowly stroked the sensitive spots on Rigg's body that he had just discovered.

All this made Heimdall's blood rush straight to his brain, he almost forgot to think, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick his lips that were still getting dry even though the room was surrounded by water mist.

Victor's breathing suddenly became thick: "Honey, can you lick it for me later?"

Heimdall turned around and bit Victor's lip hard——