[HP] Founding School Lianmeng

As a man, of course, Slytherin can fully understand the meaning of Gryffindor's words.

Of course, the more intuitive thing that can understand Gryffindor's mood and needs is the thing that is on the base of his thigh, separated by a thin layer of pajamas, and can clearly feel the hardness and heat of the shape... something.

"..." Slytherin froze all over.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor rubbed against Slytherin, letting the other party feel his impulse more clearly, his voice was hoarse, with obvious traces of desire, "I want..."

Facing Gryffindor's invitation, Slytherin narrowed his eyes, reached down to touch Gryffindor's things and held them through the loose nightgown.

Gryffindor groaned uncontrollably.

"What do you want?" Slytherin leaned closer to Gryffindor's ear, and licked Gryffindor's ear with his soft tongue wrapped in warm and moist breath.

The pure virgin knight - Godric Gryffindor trembled from being scratched, but he couldn't help but straightened his waist forward, and loosely held the hand of the young Duke Slytherin of Gryffindor. Finding a way to vent, Gryffindor squinted his blue eyes comfortably, staring at the people below him, his heart was full.

He put his hand into the collar of Slytherin's collar that he had rubbed off, and the delicate and slightly hot touch of his hand made him almost intoxicated. Gryffindor bowed his head and kissed Slytherin, "I want you, Salazar ..."

Slytherin closed his eyes to accept Gryffindor's kiss, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he pressed slightly harder, "Why?"

"..." Gryffindor paused for a moment, staring blankly at the blurry face in the somewhat dark room with the curtains drawn, and kissed again in silence after a while. Rubbing Slytherin's hand, telling him his impulse with actions.

Looking at Gryffindor's dazed look, Slytherin sighed slightly.

He pulled out his hand, wrapped his arms around Gryffindor's neck to meet his lips, and opened his mouth obediently when the other party pressed him.

The taste of lips and tongues makes people intoxicated, breaths blend with each other, the strong breath of each other is entangled, the flexible tongue invades, the brain is buzzing in the quiet environment, and there is no ability to think at all.

Slytherin's eyes were half-opened, and the presence of Gryffindor was especially clear at this moment.

"I'm not ready yet, Godric." Slytherin said, his voice hoarse and sour, but his eyes remained clear.

"Salazar... I can't stop." Gryffindor took Slytherin's hand, touched the hard and hot shape under him again, and even the breath of speaking became more and more hot, "I can't stop." not come down."

"Hands, Godric." Slytherin lowered his eyes to avoid the Gryffindor's eager, eager gaze. "Sorry, I really..."

Gryffindor had never felt more bored and irritable when facing Slytherin.

In fact any man couldn't bear to be told to stop at a time like this, even if Slytherin offered to comfort him with his hand.

——Merlin knew that in his dreams, he wanted to press Slytherin under him, enter him fiercely and forcefully, and completely carve his marks on Slytherin.

He thought he could do it right away, but he was brutally stopped.

"Salazar!" Gryffindor sat up impatiently and anxiously - he didn't let go of Slytherin, and sat directly on him.

Gryffindor frowned fiercely, and his golden hair was fluffy, looking like an angry lion.

"Godry..."

"I can't do it!" Gryffindor leaned down again, ripped off the belt of the Slytherin nightgown, squinted his eyes and looked at the naked body that was completely exposed in his eyes, and Slytherin wanted to curl up in an instant Time clasped his hand.

Slytherin and Gryffindor have known each other for more than ten years. Whether as companions or lovers, for the first time, they feel that they are suppressed when they are alone with Gryffindor. There is no room for breathing.

Gryffindor no longer licked and sucked the dry lips gently, he bit Slytherin's thin lips hard as if venting, until Slytherin's lips were ravaged and swollen and paralyzed.

"I want you, Salazar." Gryffindor pressed his lips tightly against Slytherin's, licking Slytherin's hot lips with satisfaction, his voice hoarse and lustful, "Don't refuse me. "

The Slytherin took a deep breath, and bit his lower lip as Gryffindor backed away.

"Godric Gryffindor!" Slytherin said in a low voice, with obvious anger, "Go away!"

"Impossible!" Gryffindor said, but stopped.

—he didn't want to make Slytherin angry, but he didn't want to compromise at a time like this.

"Why do you think it's you who fucked me!" Slytherin's black eyes were also burning with desire, so that the words that came out became uncontrollable.

Gryffindor was stunned, his blue eyes narrowed, and Slytherin was restrained from pulling out his wand from under the pillow, and threw it aside casually, "If you can hit me, hit me!"

"..."

Fuck you, Gryffindor!

Gryffindor chuckled twice, and after leaving a few beautiful marks on Slytherin's shoulders, he took the protrusion on his chest into his mouth, licked it gently, and served him carefully.

Slytherin's high spirits did not give way to Gryffindor's. The body that was excited because of being teased by Gryffindor became soft, and the harder and hotter things clearly expressed the desire of the two.

The Duke of Slytherin, who has been a magician for more than twenty years and finally tasted the taste of physical bonding, is not as good as he imagined. He almost straightened up impatiently, and let out an unbearable moan from his throat.

"You can't stop, Salazar." Gryffindor, half proud and half impatient, reached out and grabbed the pillow that belonged to him and put it under Slytherin's waist, and leaned over from the bedside table. Things that were ready when Leitlin made the decision.

It was a sex toy he specifically asked Simpson Black for, to lubricate it and also have a somewhat aphrodisiac effect.

The ointment was cold and smooth. The Gryffindor who used it for the first time dug a lot into his hand, leaned down and kissed Slytherin comfortingly, and spread the cold ointment in his hand into the gap.

Slytherin's bewildered eyes found focus, and shrank back as if recovering.

"Don't be afraid, Salazar." Gryffindor kissed Slytherin carefully, "It won't hurt."

The crevice was almost covered with ointment, and even Gryffindor's hands were slippery.

He watched the expressions of the people below him, carefully groped for the entrance, patiently rubbed it lightly until Slytherin became addicted again, then slightly opened the gap, and poked his fingers in.

"Hmph..." Slytherin hummed in pain, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he immediately relaxed, straightening his waist to cooperate with Gryffindor's development.

Gryffindor did a good job of lubricating, and he didn't want to make things difficult for himself.

Obviously, Gryffindor felt Slytherin's cooperation, and he leaned forward excitedly, ravaged Slytherin's red and swollen lips again, and added a finger with lubrication.

"It hurts." Slytherin's voice was hoarse, and he panted heavily, throwing his head back.

"Be patient." Gryffindor got up, and opened the entrance that accommodated his two fingers under the dim light. He pulled out a little, and some of the pink and tender flesh came out, and he was struggling to swallow at the moment.

"Don't look..." Slytherin frowned slightly, and a blush appeared on his face. The feeling of being scrutinized in such a private place made him feel extremely ashamed.

Gryffindor felt like his bottom was about to explode.

He pulled out his fingers, and with the last bit of reason he struggled to spread the ointment on the little Gryffindor, he leaned over the Slytherin and pulled his legs around his waist.

"It will hurt!" The Slytherin was about to jump up almost immediately after being blocked by the entrance, and he stared at Gryffindor with wide eyes.

"I can't help it, I'm sorry, Salazar..." Gryffindor supported his burning body, and with the other hand clasped one of Slytherin's thighs, he pushed it in with lubrication!

"Godric Gryffindor!"

Slytherin pinched Gryffindor's arm fiercely, but the pain that came with the pressure prevented him from uttering the next curse.

Without giving Slytherin time to breathe, Gryffindor, who was completely dazzled by desire and satisfaction, struck hard and fast, so strong that even the thick solid wooden bed was shaking.

Slytherin felt that his lower body was being rubbed hot, and apart from the pain, there was only a sense of oppression that almost pushed his internal organs out.

The sound of physical collision and water stains was particularly ambiguous in the room where only grunts and panting were left.

But neither of the two people in the room was in the mood to savor the ambiguity. One of them was full of desire and the other was completely occupied by pain.

"Salazar..." Gryffindor whispered the name in his heart without realizing that his back was scratched by Slytherin.

Slytherin was so tossed that his face was pale and his brows were tightly frowned, but he still swayed his waist as hard as he could to cooperate with Gryffindor's movements.

It would relieve him a little pain.

"Salazar... Salazar Salazar Salazar." Gryffindor kissed Slytherin's forehead and eyes, "Salazar, I love you, Salazar."

The Slytherin hummed involuntarily in his throat, and it took Gryffindor's love words many times before finally responding.

"Me too, Godric, take it easy."

And the next second he regretted it - Gryffindor hit it harder like chicken blood.

In the end, Slytherin couldn't withstand Gryffindor's reckless and intemperate impact, and passed out.