HP's Foreign Land

"Are you sure we want to keep going?" Victor retracted his gaze and focused on Heimdall, who was panting while holding on to a fence that was mostly hidden in the bushes by the side of the road. Kedo's question, he nodded firmly.

"I'm sure." Heimdall let go of the fence, refused Victor's support, and climbed up the gradually steep uphill. It's funny to follow his clumsy movements.

Heimdall, who was leading the way, had already coaxed a well-known columnist of a travel magazine to death with a curse in his stomach. There was no mention of this in the article. No matter the pictures or text, there was no mention of the need to walk for such a long time. .However, seeing his boyfriend's relaxed and comfortable appearance, and the scenery on the roadside is quite pleasing to the eye, Heimdall had no choice but to make fun of it.

The total amount of walking these days is more than he has walked in the past year.

When the mountain road under his feet began to narrow, the road surface was flat, and neat bricks appeared from time to time, Heimdall stopped and turned back with tears streaming down his face.

"It's just ahead." Stretching out his hand and pointing to the top of the high stairs, against the green shade on both sides, and the light cloud and blue sky above his head, for a moment, Heimdall thought God was waving to him in a trance.

More than 4000 a day, this god is really not cheap.Muttering in his mouth, Heimdall climbed to the end under the encouragement of heartache, and almost sat down on the ground.

On the way, the master asked him to stop and rest several times, but he refused, "Climbing a mountain is all about going all out, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Panting a few breaths like an old farm bull, Heimdall arched his buttocks and got up, and walked along the gravel path with Victor for a while, pushing aside a large piece of branches and leaves that almost fell to the ground, It suddenly opened up in front of my eyes, and there was a two-story chocolate-colored small house on a piece of fluffy green grass.

"Here it is." Heimdall had seen this house more than once in a magazine, and he knew it even when it turned into ashes. It costs more than 4000 Galleons a day!Chief Strulusson thought critically, why didn't he look as grand as in the picture?

Victor looked at the lush flowers and trees around him and nodded.

"The selling points of this hotel are more than that." Heimdall made a fool of himself and walked towards the house first.

"You are finally here." After confirming Heimdall's identity, the wizard in charge of contacting him was willing to smile.

"Please, both." The wizard welcomed them into the house.

Due to the extremely limited capacity of this hotel, there are only three dining tables for two in the room on the first floor, which is said to be a restaurant. Mdar's eyes slid across the row of black and white old photos on the wall, and his teeth became sour.It's not worth the price anyway!

"I booked a box." Heimdall pointed out that they didn't sit in the lobby.

"Of course." The wizard smiled slightly, and took them into a room without any haste. There was a fireplace, very warm, and a large floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Despite being mentally prepared, Heimdall was still fascinated by the magnificent scenery outside the window, and Victor muttered something he couldn't understand in admiration.

Heimdall put down his luggage, took off his cloak, and pushed the door with Victor to the wooden balcony outside the glass wall.Surrounded by mountains, they stood on the top of the mountain with the blue sky above their heads. The earth looked far away, and what echoed in their ears was the sound of nature's breathing.Groups of different colors are sporadically scattered in the middle of the valley is an ancient town with a small population.

The wizard in charge of receiving them waited patiently for them to see enough, closed the door, and walked into the house.

They sat down at the only table in the room, Heimdall shook his hand, and the wizard handed Victor the menu.

"Don't save me money!" Mr. Stulusson leaned on the soft chair back with his chest folded, looking rich and powerful.

When the sky outside the house gradually turned dark blue, and a light pink spread from the corner of the sky, dinner was served on the table.

Victor took a mouthful of the rich and fragrant cream stew, and looked up at Chief Sturluson, who was stuffing meat into his mouth.After so many days of trekking through mountains and rivers, the master can no longer see that Li Xiaoge's intentions are pig's brains, and all the arrangements are completely in accordance with his preferences, but it is Li Xiaoge who is suffering and not working hard.Although the master has some opinions on his house, he really can't bear to part with it trembling.

"What are your plans for tomorrow? If it doesn't work, go back."

Heimdall chewed the meat in his mouth hard, and when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at him. The master felt that the look in his eyes was indescribably weird.

Heimdall remained silent until the whole plate of meat had been eaten. He dragged the salad and put it in his mouth. The master was shocked by his fierce eating, which seemed to have never been eaten in his life, and stared blankly. Watching him until he finished, he pushed away the plate and picked up the napkin to wipe his mouth, the master couldn't help but grabbed his hand.

"Don't eat it."

"I want to replenish my strength," Heimdall said. "It all cost money."

Victor didn't think about the meaning of the first sentence for a while, but he immediately understood the latter sentence.

Seeing that Heimdall didn't eat anymore, but picked up the teacup and sipped lightly, Viktor heaved a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to go back?" How much time had passed before Heimdall took over.

"I'm very happy these days," Victor touched Heimdall's cheek with his hand, and slowly inserted his fingers behind his ears, stroking the roots of his hair. "I'm already looking forward to my birthday next year."

"Next year?" Heimdall smiled. "Okay, then I will return the room and go back after eating."

"You booked a room here?"

"The honeymoon house here is very famous, and I only booked it through my relationship."

Honeymoon new house... The master's heart thumped a few more times in disappointment.

"Since you want to go back, I will leave the room," Heimdall sighed pretendingly. "It can be seen that you don't have that kind of intention. I dangle in front of your eyes every day, and I am no longer attractive..."

Victor grabbed Heimdall who was about to stand up, and Heimdall pushed him back to his seat without much resistance, and looked at him with a smile. Victor said blankly, "Very good, very good." If His voice was not so deep, his eyes were not so bright, Heimdall might try to believe that he was really indifferent.

Victor turned over the menu and added a few desserts.

Heimdall picked up the fork, slowly dug out the ice cream and ate it. Viktor swallowed the dessert quickly, then drank the tea without saying a word, stared straight at Heimdall, and stared at the head of a certain room. Seeing fidgeting.

Heimdall dropped the spoon.

"Finished?"

"Ah."

Victor drank the tea in the cup and stood up abruptly. Heimdall sat on the chair and looked at him. After waiting for a while, Victor suddenly looked back cautiously, and his embarrassment was beyond words. urgent.Heimdall guessed he thought he had changed his mind, put the napkin aside, stood up and took his hand.

It is said that the hotel provides a total of three suites, and the magazine focuses on describing the environment, and the introduction in this regard is brief.The room that Heimdall booked was not as warm and sweet as expected. It was spacious, bright, and clean, and there was no decoration specially set up to create a romantic atmosphere. The magic is that this slightly shabby arrangement It looks very comfortable.

Behind the door is a small living room with a double sofa and a low cabinet with a gramophone squatting on it.They walked into the room, and the door closed gently behind them; the teak floor under their feet was shiny; the duck-egg blue wall covering had a dull luster; the funnel-shaped wall lamp gave off a dim yellow light.At this time, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and the deep red is crawling across the sky, dragging its purple tail.

Heimdall's donkey leather bag and cloak are now lying on a white fabric sofa that has been significantly enlarged.

Victor carefully observed this simple and expensive suite that seemed a bit misnamed at first glance. He walked to the phonograph and stopped for a while, then stood at the window and looked at the night. Then he left the living room and entered the bedroom.Going around the half-covered screen in front of the door, I took a few careful glances at the exquisite reliefs on the screen.The bedroom is as spacious and generous as the living room.

Victor walked to the double bed and found that its length and width were very considerate. Heimdall, who followed Victor into the bedroom, was speechless looking at the huge bed.Victor turned his head and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and the blunt look in his eyes made the face of the shameless Chief Sturluson flush with embarrassment.

To escape his embarrassment, Heimdall took off his robe and dropped it on the box-like footstool.

"I want to take a hot bath, do you want to come together?" At this point, Heimdall didn't need to ejaculate shamelessly.

Of course the master would not refuse.

Victor has always been very calm, and he didn't rush to do whatever he wants, which is quite different from his usual natural actions.They entered the brightly tiled bathroom and buried themselves in undressing without a single word of conversation.Heimdall felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only let this subtle and weird feeling spread between them.

Heimdall put his underwear in a rattan clothes basket, and walked barefoot to the bathtub. The gold-clad freestanding bathtub was already filled with steaming water.The bathtub is placed by the window, and you can enjoy the scenery outside the window when lying in it.The viewing angle of the bathroom window is carefully designed to look down on the small town in the valley—a piece of bright orange like the sea carved out of the rich black.

Heimdall went to the shower head in the corner, turned on the switch, and the hot water rushed down. Heimdall wiped his face, and a hand passed over his shoulder from behind, picked up the soap on the bracket, Immediately afterwards, Victor's breath came over him, and he turned his head to find that the other party's face was deep, and some kind of emotion was gaining momentum in the silence.

Heimdall stretched out his hand and was held by Victor. The other hand holding the soap began to swirl on his skin. His movements were very gentle and his eyes were focused.Heimdall shuddered under such eyes, and let out a low moan deep in his throat.Obviously, he is so familiar with the other person's body, so familiar that he can draw the outline with his eyes closed.Strange places changed everything, Heimdall told himself not to be startled like a little virgin who hadn't even watched porn, but he couldn't help himself not to shudder.

Victor's eyes swept across his body bit by bit, like fine silk sliding over the skin, smooth, delicate, soft, and tightly fitting every inch of skin, bringing out a little sticky and hair-raising sensibility. Cool, as if wrapping his whole body, this touch from reverie successfully transformed into an overwhelming sense of urgency, making his muscles tense and his hairs really standing on end.

Heimdall felt his hand brush against his cock as Viktor's hand went down through the navel and down to the base of the thigh, but quickly moved back again.Victor showed a hesitant expression, and finally let him do it himself with a hint of regret.Heimdall looked at the soap he handed over in a daze.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on, the place under the nozzle is not a good place, or do you want to be here..." Victor couldn't help smiling when he saw his expression, put his arms around his waist, and let him get closer to him .

Heimdall moved his shoulders slightly, took the soap from Victor, gently pushed him away, quickly washed his whole body and rinsed it under the water, and then soaped him like he did.

Heimdall felt that Victor's skin gradually hardened under his touch. Under the smooth skin was hidden an unimaginable explosive power. Heimdall couldn't help but licked his lips that seemed to have suddenly become dry. Mouth of bath water.

"Next, I'll do it myself." Victor took back the soap from his hand and washed his body as quickly as possible. When he raised his head again, he saw Heimdall carrying a soap with the lid open and constantly emitting fragrance. The bottle dangled before his eyes.

Victor let out a rueful grunt that his body was so alluring that he forgot to wash his hair.

With wet hair, they sat in the bathtub filled with hot water, and the excess water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub and splashed and slapped on the floor.No one cared about it, their longing for each other made them forget everything but each other, and they almost bumped into each other because of their eager hugs at the same moment they entered the bathtub.The tongues of the two hungrily rubbed each other's lips, drawing with the tip of the tongue, then holding, nibbling, breathing hoarse and rapid, not the gentle caress of each other's heartfelt, their movements are a bit rough, but direct and full eager.

Victor leaned against the bathtub, hugging Heimdall tightly. Heimdall half-kneeled in the bathtub, straddled Victor's lap, passed his elbows over Victor's shoulders, and rested on the smooth surface of the bathtub. on the wall.Victor took every opportunity he had to lick his teeth, pick his palate, tease his tongue.The nose seemed to be unable to breathe, and Heimdall couldn't help opening his mouth wide. Victor took this opportunity to bite his lips, then stuck his tongue into his mouth, and kissed him fiercely.

Victor's fingers began to slowly slide towards Heimdall's chest, circling on the skin, and the rapid heartbeat was transmitted to the palm through the hot skin, and Victor felt the palm of his hand go numb.Victor's fingers rolled on his nipples slowly. As the rolling range increased, he gradually traced the outline of his chest, and then reached his abdomen, and pressed down gently.Heimdall sucked in a sharp breath, and let out a shallow groan from the opponent's mouth.

Heimdall's elbow slid down unconsciously, wrapping around Victor's neck, the kiss was no longer as violent and eager as before, but gradually tended to be lingering and gentle.At this moment, Victor's hand rested on Heimdall's waist, and he slowly walked downstream along the line of his hip.

This kind of touch awakened another wave of collisions. Heimdall tightened his arms not to be outdone, and the tip of his tongue teased Victor's tongue once and for all, tempting him to respond between the false and the real, and then, He rocked his hip slowly, rubbing his semi-rigid erection lightly against Victor's leg.Victor, who thought he was in control, clung to his ass under his teasing, feeling Heimdall's nails digging into the skin behind him, causing a slight sting that made him even more excited .

The slow but compact rhythm led and established by Heimdall broke through the tough urgency led and led by him, and invaded his senses bit by bit, making it difficult for him to think.Of course, Victor didn't want to think at all at this time, and he didn't care whether he could take back the dominance for the time being. Everything Heimdall had built made his blood rush towards the penis violently.

Although reluctant, but other places are equally attractive, Victor finally left Heimdall's lips, kissed the corners of his mouth, cheeks, bit his temples slowly and carefully with his teeth, and then came to his chin, licking His Adam's apple was pressed lightly or heavily passionately on his neck, leaving little traces.

One of Heimdall's hands loosened and went down, touched Victor's penis, and stroked it gently. When it became more and more swollen in Heimdall's hand, Victor's teeth clenched. Touching Heimdall's neck, a slight pain came, and Heimdall moaned hoarsely, feeling that it became difficult to breathe.

"You seem to be coming out, Mr. Krum." Heimdall licked his lips and smiled lightly. The lust contained in the smile made Victor unconsciously sprint in his hand.

"I'm still young, with the characteristics of young people..." Victor paused, and slightly opened the distance between the two. "It's just impulsive."

Heimdall flinched at the distance and was momentarily confused, and when Victor's hand came between them, holding his erection as he held his own, Heimdall's head Slightly back, he squinted his eyes under the other party's touch, and a string of strangely pronounced strange words flowed out of his mouth. They were cadenced, melodious, and sometimes paused but very smoothly.

These words slipped over the skin like flowing water, causing Victor's thinking to stagnate for a moment.

Victor couldn't understand, and it was hard to accept that people around him would speak a language he couldn't understand, especially this person was Heimdall. Victor listened with all his strength, and these strange pronunciations got into his ears and became strange. The tones swirled in his mind, and gradually, he realized that they were so sexy that he was dazzled and couldn't stop.

The water in the bathtub made frequent slapping sounds, and was occasionally splashed out of the bathtub, trickling down the outer wall, or splashing like rain on the floor tiles with delicate patterns.The bright light reflected the water on the ground like a mirror, and at the same time, it also made Heimdall's skin in the bathtub shine.

One of Victor's glove was playing with Heimdall's erection, while the other greedily wandered around him.Under Victor's caress, Heimdall panted quickly, squirmed violently, and couldn't help sprinting in his hand, and used this sprint to fiddle with Victor's penis back and forth.Heimdall screamed from head to toe when Victor's hand changed from a simple grip to a tip that rubbed and poured out a little body fluid.

The hot water fueled their desires, and the rippling water constantly stretched their skin, wrapped them up, and gave them warmth and care. At the same time, the slippery bathtub and narrow space hindered their movements, bringing them extreme pain. The great inconvenience and completely different experience stimulated the growth of desire even more, and the desire accumulated rapidly in the body, quickly eating away every inch of skin.

"Victor..." Heimdall moaned in pain and ecstasy, rubbing indulgently in his hand.

It's a pity that Victor didn't seem to want to let him get what he wanted, he refused his request, and continued to friction slowly at his own pace.Heimdall's face was filled with joy and sadness. The focused and earnest expression of longing made Viktor almost forget to breathe, and even almost forgot that his lower body was aching from desire.

Heimdall quickly caught the pace and spontaneously sprinted in his hand, the thought of liberation tormenting him repeatedly.Victor heard the strange language pouring out intermittently again, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and held him up while Heimdall was moaning unhappily because of the sudden emptiness, and let him fall to the other side of the bathtub one head.Heimdall sank and floated in the water, and when his back hit the bathtub wall, he hurriedly raised his arms and grabbed the edge of the bathtub to stabilize his body.

Victor plunged headfirst into the water, and Heimdall let out a choked whimper—Victor had Heimdall's penis in his mouth in the water.

With his lower body submerged in the water, he couldn't bear the strength, coupled with Victor's licking, Heimdall's buttocks muscles tightened for a while, and the shaking without grasping the center of gravity added a different kind of stimulation to the senses. Rub back and forth on the non-slip layer.Soon, he let go of his hands gripping the bathtub, let them dive into the water, grabbed Victor's hair, and tightened uncontrollably.

Victor spat out his cock, continued the same rhythmic flicking with his hand instead of his mouth, then popped out of the water for a breath, before sinking in again.

Heimdall's fingers curled around Victor's hair as Victor sucked on Heimdall's erection and circled it with his tongue.When he was playing with Heimdall's double balls, his mouth sucked violently uninterruptedly, and the orgasm hit, Heimdall let out a sharp moan, collapsed on the sloping bathtub wall and gasped for breath.

Accompanied by intermittent coughing, Victor got up from the water, his eyes were slightly red due to suffocation and water erosion, and Heimdall's bodily fluids were still hanging around his mouth, and he looked embarrassed.

Heimdall hurriedly straightened up and sat up, took a towel and wiped it for him, Victor coughed a few more times, and stopped quickly.He grabbed the towel and threw it aside, kissed Heimdall hard on the mouth, stood up from the water neatly, and pulled him out of the bathtub.

Victor quickly dried the two of them with his wand, pulled open the soft bed cover embroidered with silver thread, and let it hang precariously at the end of the bed, and the other head was piled on the stool at the end of the bed like a pile of rags.

Heimdall was pushed down on the bed by him, the bed was dented and bounced up quickly.Victor stood by the bed, looking down at him, his eyes sweeping over him wantonly.

Heimdall looked back at him with a smile, and stretched, his limbs slid across the snow-white quilt, leaving messy ruts, his hips swung slightly, raised and lowered with the arch of his waist.Afterwards, Heimdall was delighted to find that Victor's unrelenting desire twitched eagerly.

Giving the person on the bed a slightly stiff smile, Victor climbed onto the bed and came above Heimdall, with both hands resting on the sides of his head, looking into his eyes without saying a word.Then, he slowly lowered his body, and the rise and fall of Heimdall's chest became short and messy with his slow-motion movements, and their faces gradually moved closer until their breaths were entangled.Heimdall's head moved, and his lips brushed against Victor's. Without hesitation, Victor began to kiss enthusiastically.Heimdall responded enthusiastically, and moved his hands on Victor's body, feeling the wonderful smooth touch from the palm of his hand to the heart of Baikui.

Victor's lips moved down to lick his neck before dropping a series of wet kisses on his shoulder.

Heimdall's groans changed from shallow to deep, and the stroking movements gradually became frantic.

Victor's kiss gradually slowed down and became slow, his lips came to Heimdall's collarbone, slid continuously, and stayed on the nipple.As the teeth gnawed lightly, a little bit of pain spurred Heimdall's desire, and he clearly felt his penis harden again.A new wave of whirlpools formed by tiny pains and caresses condensed in his lower abdomen, and the tide of desire swept across his body, even more menacing than the previous one.Every movement of Victor can trigger new feelings, and waves of ups and downs arise again, making him more greedy.Heimdall squirmed uncontrollably, murmuring with desire.

He tried to do it himself, but Victor pushed back, "Be patient."

Heimdall squirmed unbearably on the bed, Victor put his hand on his navel, caressed it carefully, and circled it with his tongue, constantly teasing his sensitive skin.Victor's hands miss his cock, flicking the balls, and Heimdall closes his eyes, the restrained unexpressed irritation turning into a moan of pleasure.Heimdall kept wriggling, writhing his body, and his mind was in a daze. Every time he couldn't help but raise his buttocks, eager to meet Victor's appeasement and get a sprint, Victor pushed him back.

Heimdall opened his eyes, grabbed Victor's arm, and there was a hint of determination in his frantic expression.

"What do you think I spent so much money for?" Tell him clearly to stop dawdling.

"Are you sure?" Victor's hand moved up and down Heimdall's side, touching from the root of the thigh to the knee, as if carelessly, but the opposite was revealed in his eyes.

"Do you want me to beg you? Or do you think we won't last long? To avoid trouble, so..." There was a pain in his thigh, Heimdall looked at his hand in surprise, and his drowsy mind suddenly understood the nonsense just now After saying something, he quickly showed an apologetic expression.

Victor stroked the place he slapped distressedly, and then smiled, "Do you remember what I said?" Heimdall struggled to suppress the thought of licking his lips, feeling his mouth was dry.

Victor's eyes focused on the body in front of him, and his smile became casual.

"Drawer." Heimdall glanced at the cabinet next to the bed.

Victor took out a small bottle from it, opened the cap, and a scent of chamomile poured out.Victor poured some out and rubbed it on his fingertips, knowing he didn't need to look for his wand.

"This is the honeymoon hotel—" Heimdall's voice became hoarse, and Viktor raised one of his legs, and rubbed against his soft folds with his hands sticky with liquid.

"Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Victor's fingers pushed in.

Heimdall was panting, feeling his fingers poking in a little bit, perhaps afraid of Heimdall's discomfort, the advancing speed was very slow.When Heimdall's panting turned into a moan, Victor tried to twitch his fingers back and forth, and Heimdall tried to relax his body with his movements, trying to enjoy it.

Victor felt the rapid pain in his lower body, he gritted his teeth and joined the second finger, telling himself not to rush, keep a slow pace and complete the first step of development.

After the initial discomfort passed, the body began to feed back Heimdall's new experience results, and he couldn't help wriggling again, shaking his body in line with the slow pace, longing for more, more.

Victor, who was always watching Heimdall's reaction, added a third finger.

Heimdall gripped the quilt tightly.

Victor suddenly withdrew his hand, took the small bottle and poured some oil on his penis, quickly wiped it off, grabbed Heimdall's waist with one hand, and held the penis with the other hand, with the tip against the entrance, Stand up tentatively.Under his action, Heimdall couldn't help lifting his butt slightly, and cooperated with Victor to slowly push into his body.

Heimdall clenched the quilt tightly, feeling an unprecedented feeling swept over him, this feeling was quite amazing and so fulfilling.

Victor's penis only entered the front end in his deliberate slowness, and when he heard the incomprehensible language come out of Heimdall's mouth with a moan of joy, Victor rushed forward Go in, completely buried in Heimdall's body.At that moment, neither of them moved.

Victor gritted his teeth, his heart beating like thunder.Heimdall took three deep breaths, then let go of the hand holding the quilt, wiped the sweaty hair off his face, and looked straight at Victor.No words are needed, just a look is enough.Victor backed away from Heimdall's body, then rushed in, pulled out, and rushed in again. The movements were not rough, but extremely gentle.Heimdall's hand grasped the quilt tightly again, and an unspeakable torrent crashed into the body with every gentle insertion of Victor, and gathered vibrations in the body.

Victor's breathing became more and more rapid and rough, and his movements became more and more uncontrollable. He rushed towards Heimdall's body more and more forcefully.Heimdall's hand had already moved from the quilt to his back, and his fingertips dug into the flesh, scratching the skin under the catalysis of passion, Victor didn't realize it.The sound of the collision of two young bodies echoed in the spacious bedroom.

The two gradually grasped the rhythm of sprinting and found a law that made them both feel happy and comfortable.Heimdall felt that the pleasure brought by Victor's penis rushing into his body became stronger every time. His hands hugged Victor's shoulders more tightly, and he kissed his face again and again. Such behavior It made Victor's sprint even more urgent.

Victor found Heimdall's lips, kissed fiercely, and left a series of marks where the mouth could touch.Heimdall swayed his hips to meet Victor's harder sprint.Victor's hands left Heimdall's waist and slid between them, gripping Heimdall's cock.Heimdall was attacked by this intense pleasure, and while he was lost, a scream that he could hardly suppress rushed out of his mouth.

Victor caught the rhythm perfectly, found the point that made Heimdall happy, and rushed into Heimdall's body more violently. His hand did not forget to touch Heimdall's erection back and forth, screaming mixed with hoarse Rough panting echoed in the room.

"Rig..." Victor fixed Heimdall's head with his hands, and spoke with difficulty. "Let me cum inside you..."

"Okay... let's shoot..." The scattered voices just connected into sentences, and the climax surrounded them at the same time.

Both were sweating profusely, breathing hoarsely and rapidly.Heimdall was lying on the bed, exhausted.Victor lay on top of him.A feeling of happiness that I don't know how to describe revolves and rises in my body.

After a while, Victor carefully withdrew from Heimdall's body, and the sudden emptiness made Heimdall tremble slightly.

"Rig."

"Victor."

"...Rig."

"...Victor."

Foolishly calling each other's names.

"Are you okay?" Victor took the lead to get rid of this unreasonable stupidity, turned over and hugged Heimdall, his voice was a little hoarse.

Heimdall finally sorted out his messy thoughts, and recovered his hoarse voice like Victor.

"...I want to take a bath."

Just as Victor was about to move, he heard him say again: "I also want to just lie down with you and do nothing."

Victor gently brushed away a lock of hair on Heimdall's forehead, which was already soaked in sweat, and then he put down his hand.

"Where are you going?" Seeing that Victor was about to get up, Heimdall grabbed him.

"Go get the wand."

"Don't use that thing on me."

Just like people definitely don't like others pointing swords and guns at themselves, Heimdall is still a Muggle at heart, and pays more attention to the outside world in the use of magic.Although sometimes it is unavoidable to perform a few small magic on yourself in life, such as warming yourself, drying yourself, etc., that is the limit.

"Let's take a shower." Heimdall struggled to get up.

As soon as his feet fell to the ground, the muscles in his waist and legs trembled weakly. Victor held his arms firmly to prevent him from going limp as if he had no bones.

Despite the initial bout of fatigue, Heimdall couldn't help but feel speechless about his old arms and legs.

Victor said solemnly: "It would be nice to come here a few more times."

After taking a bath in a serious manner, it’s inevitable that I’ll talk to each other, but I held back at the critical moment. Considering Heimdall’s physical fitness of an otaku, who can’t carry it on his shoulders, the master thinks it’s not right to start unrestrained at any place and time. It's a good idea, there must be an adaptation process, and the future will last forever.

They returned to the bed again, and the master used magic to change the quilt cover and bed sheets. The whole process was fleeting, and Heimdall, who was wearing a white bathrobe, sat on the warm bed and once again felt the convenience of magic.

Victor didn't let him move, and went straight to the bed when he got out of the bathroom. He didn't even let him go to the living room outside, and Heimdall didn't argue with him, waiting for him to bring the things.

"Is this the box?" Victor took out a square box from the low cabinet under the phonograph as Heimdall said, with a ribbon tied on it.

Heimdall nodded and patted the bed with a smile.

Victor sat opposite him, placing the box between them.

Heimdall turned back and patted off the lamp on the bedside table. All the lights in the room were extinguished. He smiled brightly in the dark night, and with the faint light pouring in from the window, he untied the ribbon and opened the lid of the box.A golden candle instantly broke through the darkness and came into view, the Arabic numeral 20 was shining with golden light, the cream figurine on the cake waved the broom in his hand, and another blonde figurine ran from the other end of the cake to hug the broom figurine, There are countless pink hearts rolled on the cake.

"Happy birthday." In the candlelight, Heimdall's face turned into a charming cream color sprinkled with gold.

I don't know who started it. When Victor came back to his senses, he had already pushed Heimdall down on the bed.The silky quilt was overwhelming, and the rest of the cake gradually tilted and moved in a certain direction under the irregular vibration of the mattress, and finally fell to the ground without a sound. Messy.The movement, which was not loud enough, couldn't attract the attention of the two people on the bed, they were busy exploring each other's body.

Victor pushed aside the front of Heimdall's bathrobe, eagerly searching for the skin hidden under the bathrobe.His tongue wrapped around Heimdall's again, kissing tenderly.Heimdall moaned contentedly, raised his arms and hugged Victor