On the quality improvement of Omega agents

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In autumn in northern Europe, the weather has gradually turned cold.

Randall rolled over under the duvet, his eyes slowly opening.When the blond agent just woke up, he looked harmless like a baby, and there was a bit of dazed mist in his sea-blue eyes.He blinked twice, and swiped his arms to his side.

The silky sheets felt a little cool, and the blond man narrowed his eyes slightly.

He slowly got up, the duvet slipped off the agent's body, a gray-white scar snaked across the man's broad chest, almost running across, and the most conspicuous thing at this time was not the scar that looked particularly sinister.

The white skin of the man's chest was covered with scars, and little by little red marks were distributed everywhere. Randall glanced down at the miserable condition on his chest muscles, and smiled stupidly. Between grinning and gnashing of teeth and getting used to it.One nipple was still a little red and swollen and itched when the duvet brushed against the silky coat.

Randall threw off the quilt and got out of bed indifferently.

There was a little soreness in the back of the waist, and the place had obviously been cleaned, but it still brought a strange feeling with the walking movement.Randall randomly picked out a clean shirt from a pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and put it on, then walked out of the room with long legs.

Agent omega hasn't gotten used to affairs and sex yet. ——After all, he never imagined that one day he would lie on the same bed with an alpha who planted a bunch of strawberries on his chest, tossing and turning and inserting the scorching meat blade into his back until he was wet uncontrollably The alpha who still refused to let go after the corner of his eye was closed, apparently, was still alive and well the next morning.That guy these days is the time when pheromones are released for free, but he also enjoys being asked for by the other party.

He likes to be needed.

By his alpha.

"Ah, good morning, sir."

The blond agent was lazily leaning against the door frame, the white shirt draped over his body vaguely covering half of his chest.

Bruce Stewart looked up from the dining table. "Get dressed and come over for breakfast."

Randall scratched his head, the man's golden hair was messed up by himself, and he froze around, like a warm, golden hedgehog.He drew out his tone: "Aren't you going to take another look at me, sir?"

Bruce looked at the newspaper in his hand without looking up, and his voice was a little lower than before, imperceptibly: "Oh, Mr. Randall, I didn't know that your estrus is approaching?"

Randall sneered, "Oh, maybe." He scratched the ends of his hair again, and then changed into a husky voice of lust: "Maybe I just like a better morning."

Bruce raised his eyes to look at Randall, his agent was bathed in the too bright Nordic morning sun, the light was projected from behind him, the man's expression was blurred, there was only a firm and beautiful outline, and several Nearly translucent clothes, like white, soft wings.

"I have to admit that your temptation was successful, Randall." The CIA's senior intelligence officer said, he threw the newspaper aside, and strode over.

Brown eyes against sea blue.

Bruce sees a flash of emotion in Randall's eyes, too fast and too shallow to catch.

——But no one knows this leopard with sharp teeth and claws better than him.His lover is strong and unruly, and equally stubborn and unwilling to give up, even though he has never been aware of his emotional sensitivity and paranoia.

And Bruce Stewart never hesitated too much, because he knew that if he hesitated, he would miss something.

The brunette smiled slightly and kissed his lover before his lover could stare.

"Uh-ah..."

The blond agent moaned softly, he felt Bruce's moist lips pressed against him, and then his tongue, pried open his teeth too flexibly, and drove straight in, which obviously reminded the agent of some too lewd images last night, He felt his panting quickened, and his blood was rushing faster.

The word flinch never entered Randall's vocabulary.After giving in for a few seconds at a loss, the blond man greeted him without hesitation. He put his arm on the tall Bruce's shoulders and pulled the man who was always indifferent and didn't like to express his emotions towards him.

Bruce hugged him back, and the two deepened the kiss.The sound of tsk tsk water could be heard very clearly in the quiet room.Bruce watched the man in his arms close his eyes unconsciously in his kiss, but his lips and tongue were still entangled with him back and forth in his mouth without admitting defeat.They're so close that Bruce sees the lashes on the man's eyelids, pale gold, trembling slightly.

—maybe next time he should kiss his eyes.

– no, no, he should kiss all the places he likes, – though Bruce was sure he was already doing it.

Every inch of it, his love.

"—Hiss——" The senior intelligence officer of the CIA took a deep breath, and there was a faint smell of blood on his lips. Randall's lips did not separate from him, he just opened his eyes, and the sea-blue pupils were dissatisfied stared at him.

Bruce tried not to smile at the childish gesture, his little leopard was too alert for even a second of distraction, even if he was distracted by the kiss.

Bruce kissed Randall intently, his palm pressed against the firm back of the blond agent, he could feel the relaxation of every muscle, and the ups and downs of the person in his arms breathing.The temperature is transferred little by little.

Randall hated the way he closed his eyes involuntarily.He wanted to watch Bruce instead of throwing away his armor under the attack of this alpha.

Bruce ends the kiss.

Randall took a step back. He looked at Bruce, and the older black-haired man looked at him intently, with a smile in his eyes.

Randall licked his lips, his hand still on Bruce's shoulder, as he slowly retreated toward the kingsize bed, almost like an invitation.

But Bruce didn't move, he watched the blond agent's hand slip off his body little by little, and frowned slightly. ——Although he knew that it was just a simple seductive action.

Bruce didn't like anything, gestures, words, about Randall leaving him.He doesn't accept this.

Randall was also silent for a moment, but the blond agent didn't know that the reason for his depression was very different from Bruce's.

——Damn it, he didn't get angry because an alpha didn't rush up to eat and wipe it off under his temptation! ——He didn't even realize that his temptation had slowly deviated from the direction.

Heck!

The dark-haired man looked at his lover, the sun reflected in the brown eyes, and the inorganic cold eyes that had been hidden in the shadows all year round were as warm as an illusion.

Oh.

Randall covered his eyes, and he muttered under his breath, "Don't look at me like that, Bruce."—he didn't want to jump on it yet.Though Randall isn't sure Bruce holds that look for a few more seconds if he'll actually do it.

Bruce curled his lips.He walked to the huge carved wardrobe next to the bed, took out a set of cotton sportswear from it, and handed it to the blonde agent: "You don't need to go today, just wear this."

Randall curled his lips: "I thought I was here to be your bodyguard, sir, not you, the senior staff officer of the CIA, to be my nanny."

Bruce laughed, "Oh, you need a good rest, Mr. Randall." The man's meaningful eyes slid deeper along the blond man's open shirt as if materialized.

Randall would never, never admit that he blushed.Well maybe for a second, maybe a fraction of a second, his heart stopped beating because of an old man's smile that was too bright.

"So what about you, sir, don't you need to take a rest?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, his little leopard hadn't given up on tempting him early in the morning.The dark-haired man smiled softly, "Mr. Randall, maybe you allow me to clarify this matter?" He used a lazy questioning tone, and saw the blond agent suddenly tense up, both funny and distressed. muscles.

"I love you."

Randall stood still, blinking his eyes in confusion.

Bruce snorted, "Don't show that expression, I don't want to be late for today's meeting." He walked up helplessly, and then pressed a very light, unemotional kiss on the blond man's lips.

"I love you, and only you."

I am obsessed with your body, I miss your breath, I am used to sleeping next to you, I hope you will not leave.

Just because I like you.

Because you are you.

After Kingsman experienced the morning "like a little girl who didn't know what to do, bold and stupid temptation", we don't call it the harvest of over-vigilant suspicion from Bruce Stewart (here the name is darkened) Confession, and spent a day off without any aim.

He wandered around the room with his blond hair tangled in all directions, pouring himself another cup of coffee after breaking the tensioner in exhaustion.

Randall couldn't help thinking about what Bruce had said that morning.

"Oh, man in love, you're so stupid!" he muttered to himself, and finally decided to stop studying Swedish state TV's late-night programs when the hour hand pointed to zero, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Negotiations had come to a head, and it was 12:30 midnight when Bruce pulled away from those smirks and maneuvers.

It's snowing outside.

Their temporary residence was a small, villa-style hotel. The black-haired man stepped up the steps, leaving the imprint of his leather shoes on the thin layer of snow.He turned the doorknob and walked in.

The lights were already dark, the residual heat behind the TV was about to dissipate, and the fireplace was still burning.Bruce brushed the snow off his wool coat.God bless, he is as frozen as an ice sculpture now.

He took off his coat without a sound, and sat down in front of the fireplace.The man was tired, he let out a breath, and closed his eyes.

The old-fashioned pendulum clicked, and Bruce got as close to the fireplace as he could, listening to the sound of the logs burning, a little flickering flame reflected in his brown eyes.

The body gradually warmed up.

The person on the big bed was lying on his stomach, seemingly asleep, and Bruce walked over silently.

He watched his lover open his eyes in a daze in the darkness, the blue ones seemed to have a little brilliance.He woke up habitually, but he wasn't vigilant at all.In such a dark night, defenseless.

He stretched out his arms to him, as if wanting to claim his officer completely, "You are warmer than me." The agent muttered, grabbing the officer's woolen coat. "Is it snowing outside?" His little leopard asked, his tone still vague in a dream.

Bruce leaned down slowly, and he planted a kiss on Randall's golden lashes.

"No, no snow."

The author has something to say: Sorry for making everyone wait so long, this is it~ After they got together, I wrote such a long clip without realizing it~