Raising children to prevent aging [Future Interstellar ABO]

"Yeah, yours, yours, be good, let's lie down and rest for a while." Cyril didn't dare to use too much force. Fortunately, although Muze was drunk, he subconsciously knew that Cyril was pregnant and couldn't torment him, so he followed along. He lay down on the bed with all his strength.

Cyril locked the door, then pressed the remote control to close the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark.

He turned on a bedside lamp, and the soft yellow light hit Mu Ze's face, making his eyelashes extra long. He closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and moved unconsciously.

Really, Sleeping Beauty.Cyril clutched his beating heart, drooling with emotion.

It's no wonder that Mu Ze got drunk, because he had been an admiral for so many years, and he almost never attended banquets, and no one dared to pour alcohol on him. Therefore, although Mu Ze was perfect in everything, he really couldn't drink.

Cyril felt that if he had such a good opportunity, if he didn't do anything, he would be really sorry for being so "weak".

The lubricant was placed on the bedside table very uninspired, and Cyril found it easily. He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Muze to help him undress. He didn't know what consequences his decision would bring to him, but once No regrets!

Mu Ze slightly opened his eyes, his dark eyes became deeper and deeper under the soft light. He looked at Cyril who was lying on his body and kissing him, instinctively felt that something was wrong, and then stretched out his hand to hold his hand.

Cyril was feeling guilty, and was frightened by his actions, almost broke out in a cold sweat. He looked up at Muze, found that his eyes were still confused, and then he was slightly relieved. He gently broke away from his hand and continued to move.

Yes, Cyril is going to be an attack too. Although holding his belly up will affect his performance, the most important thing is the process, so there is no need to worry about the length of time.

It's just that Cyril's idea was doomed to fail. When he touched the back of Mu Ze, Mu Ze suddenly sobered up.

"Cyril, what are you doing?" Muze's voice was still a little low, very magnetic and charming, but there was a hint of warning in his tone.

Cyril slowly raised his head, saw Muze's eyes, withdrew his hands in frustration, and said with a shy smile, "No, nothing."

Mu Ze's physical fitness is very good, and he has undergone special training. He is very resistant to drugs. Alcohol can only make him drunk for a while.

Mu Ze didn't speak, just looked at him with a pair of eyes.

In the end, Cyril couldn't bear the pressure, and crawled towards the head of the bed like a caterpillar, then lay down beside Muze, stretched his arms, and said, "Come on." awful.

"..."

Muze was really amused by Cyril, but he didn't want to disappoint this once-in-a-lifetime night. Muze turned around, faced Cyril, reached out and kneaded the cute little red fruit on his chest, and said in a dangerous tone: "Siril Er, tell me, what did you want to do just now?"

Cyril shut his mouth tightly and shook his head violently.

In order to prevent Cyril from catching cold, Muze pulled up the thin quilt and covered their shoulders. The hands under the quilt started to ignite fires everywhere, making Cyril's breathing disordered quickly.

"Cyril, good boy, tell me." Muze grabbed Cyril's earlobe and bit it lightly.

Sensitive points were stimulated so continuously, Cyril couldn't hold it anymore and started to want it, but Muze was still just lighting the fire, refused to satisfy him, and held his hand that wanted to satisfy himself, pulled it out and pressed it On the head of the bed, he didn't know where to press it, but he stretched out an iron ring and bound his wrist to it.

Xiril was shocked immediately, and looked at Mu Ze suspiciously. Did Mu Ze ever want to play shame.shame with him?

There was a smile on the corner of Muze's mouth, even a smirk was so handsome, he turned over and fell on Cyril, kissing his forehead and mouth while saying: "I expected that you would have some thoughts that you shouldn't have, Cyril, this is You asked for it."

His heart suffocated heavily, and for some reason, Cyril's heart beat wildly because of this sentence, and the birds below became more energetic.

"It turns out that you are looking forward to it too, heh, that's really great." After Mu Ze finished speaking, he pulled out his other arm and buckled it into the iron ring on the bedside.

Cyril just felt that his whole body was on fire, and he wished for a piece of ice to cool him down. This feeling of fire, heat and longing made Cyril immediately unbearable, twisting his body and rubbing against Muze, Moaning in his mouth: "Ze, I was wrong, don't be angry, I want..."

Muze liked Cyril's honesty when he was on the bed, and he didn't want to torment Cyril too much, so after hearing this sentence, he stretched his hand to the place that needed to be soothed all the time, and moved his fingers skillfully. Cyril rubbed and moaned.

Just when Cyril was about to reach an orgasm, he suddenly heard a groan, and then Muze felt a strong kick on the skin that was in contact with Cyril.

Xiao Baozi is unwilling to be lonely, and wants to participate in the two fathers' bridal chamber.

Muze let go of Cyril's hand, stretched out his hand to stroke Cyril's stomach, and asked with concern: "Cyril, does it still hurt?"

Cyril nodded pitifully: "This guy is really annoying, what should I do if he is born so lively now?"

The sudden fetal movement dissipated the charm of the two of them just now, and both of them had no intention to continue for a while.

Cyril nestled in Mu Ze's arms, rubbed against him, and asked, "Mu Ze, what name did you name this little bastard after he was born? Noisy? It fits his personality."

"..." Muze pinched Cyril's face lightly, "Don't make trouble. Let's call it Simiga, and I will be with you."

At five months, the sex of the fetus could be checked, and Cyril's pregnancy was a small omega.

Cyril snorted, "No, it makes us like brothers, think again."

Mu Ze said a few more words, and Cyril felt dissatisfied. Although he kept calling Baozi, little bastard, and bear child, Cyril was still full of love for this little life that was about to be born, and felt that he must take it. A very nice name will do.

Little Baozi seemed to know that the two fathers were naming him, so he came up to him from time to time, wanting to express his opinion, Xili immediately said to Mu Ze: "Let's not talk about him, so that he won't be more excited. It's been upside down day and night. , what should I do if I can't change it in the future?" Cyril was worried, stroked his belly and said, "Hey, it's bedtime now, let's play tomorrow."

Cyril was also tired all day, but after saying this, he was actually a little sleepy.

Hearing what Cyril said, Muze also knew that their wedding night was wasted, but there are still many opportunities to make up for it in the future. Now, let's sleep with our new partner in our arms.