Pharaoh

"You...are you not angry?"

The young brother raised his head and looked at his brother with watery eyes of violet hue, and made a small questioning sound without confidence.

He had seen before how intolerable the young Pharaoh was to deceit.

He was already prepared to face some kind of tragic and unmanageable situation, and he was even prepared to swear at him if the young king didn't want him.

However, although the pharaoh did torment him a lot and made him miserable, and his face was expressionless and his eyes were cold... But it still didn't make him uncomfortable like the last time when he rejected people thousands of miles away.

You You sniffled his nose. When he opened his mouth to call that Brother Wang just now, his nose was sour and his eyes were red.

Fortunately, because of Yatum's tossing, the water gushing out of his eyes became the best cover, so that he would not be so ashamed to cry in front of the young king.

The ice-coloured crimson pupils glanced at Yu Yu. The young pharaoh didn't answer, but suddenly let go of the hand that was tightly hugging the opponent's waist just now.

Brother Wang, who was hugged too tightly and had to lie on his chest, completely relied on the strength of the opponent's hand to maintain his balance. As a result, his body swayed suddenly and he almost fell down.

But the young king turned a blind eye to this, let go of his hand, turned around and walked into the house on his own.

Just now when the bodies were in close contact with each other and the body temperature was transferred, they felt a little dizzy and uncomfortable. When the brown arms holding him loosened, Brother Wang felt a little empty around his body. raised it.

Sure enough... still very angry...

You Yu stared eagerly at the beautifully lined back with bright brown skin that suddenly turned and walked away, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but followed.

The sense of vigilance and sense of crisis that had arisen just now was thrown into the sky at this moment. At this moment, the young Wangdi looked like a cub who was afraid of being abandoned by his master, wagging his small tail and following behind his master step by step. .

"Brother Wang..."

Brother Wang made such a weak call.

The boy king who turned his head sideways still turned a blind eye to this indifference. He ignored his brother Wang who followed behind him, and walked to the side of the room near the French windows. On the reclining chair covered with a thick soft white quilt on the bed, he leaned against the end and half lay down.

The cool night wind outside the window blew in and brushed over his somewhat wet blond hair. The light brown fingers lifted up and impatiently brushed away the wet blond hair sticking to his forehead, and then put it down, resting on a slightly On a low table.

Slowly, the slender brown fingers unconsciously tapped on the dark black tabletop inlaid with gold patterns.

The young pharaoh was lying in a slightly lazy posture, half of his handsome cheek was hidden in the darkness outside the window, making it difficult to see clearly.

The gaze from the ice-colored pupils swayed unconsciously in the night garden outside the window, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The small rhythmic knocking sound in the room was very clear in the ears of Wang Di who stood aside obediently and felt that his days were like years.

He had no idea whether Atum was angry now, or whether he was thinking about how to punish him.

Amidst the uneasiness, Yuyou felt that his heart seemed to be pounding hard against his chest following that rhythm.

Woo~~ Brother Wang seems to be more difficult to deal with than before.

Obviously, he could easily understand Brother Wang's mind before, as long as he stroked his hair.

The fidgeting Wangdi thought so sadly.

Why do you always feel that Brother Wang is now tending towards another him that he can't understand or deal with?

But having said that... He is obviously the hero who saved Egypt, and he also helped Brother Wang a lot, why is he so guilty now!

And he obviously said that he was lying a long time ago, and it was Atum himself who didn't believe his truth at that time!

Brother Wang was so unhappy that he had the urge to throw the table and leave, but when he looked up at the old Fa Wang, he didn't even look at his cold side face, and the courage he had finally summoned was exhausted.

He thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth quietly.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang."

He honestly apologized before trying to explain.

"I was wrong at the beginning...but then I wanted to make it clear to you."

"But... uh... I don't know if Ra told you, because of some kind of restriction, I can't tell."

"I really didn't do it on purpose... Well, I did do it on purpose at the beginning... But I also said later that I wasn't, and you just didn't believe it at that time."

He wanted to explain, but when he got anxious, he became more and more incoherent.

"Actually, in fact, I want to say that it's my fault to lie, but I swear I really didn't mean it, and the other me..."

"It's noisy."

They were still listening expressionlessly, but when they heard this, the young king's eyes suddenly revealed a look of displeasure, and he interrupted Wang's incoherent words with a cold snort.

His sharp eyes fell on his blushing younger brother who was struggling to explain, and he pierced it abruptly, which was painful.

Brother Wang opened his mouth again, but when he saw the eyes full of sharp knives but silenced, he could only shrug his shoulders dejectedly and shut his mouth obediently.

The young Pharaoh let out another low hum through his nose, and glanced up and down at his younger brother.

His bright red pupils staring at Wang Di seemed to be brewing some kind of strange emotion in an instant and settled down deeply.

"come over."

Said the boy king.

The Egyptian prince's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved over, wagging his little tail.

However, he had just reached the young king's side and hadn't stood still, the young king stretched out his hand impatiently and pulled the game off.

Pressing the other hand on Wang Di's head and unceremoniously pressing it down heavily, the young Pharaoh raised his head and leaned over to bite the abnormally red soft lips.

Brother Wang opened his eyes wide and blinked twice, looking at the slender eyelashes that almost touched his skin, obediently knelt down on the edge of the recliner following the strength of the young Wang Yan.

The tip of his tongue moved uncomfortably when the soft and extremely hot tongue that had been inserted into his lips was wrapped around.

Hesitating for a while, the tip of the tongue carefully touched the opponent's tongue with too green movements, and then retracted all of a sudden.

But he couldn't run in time, and was tightly entangled.

The young Pharaoh's undisguised predatory and aggressive kisses gave him an uncomfortable feeling that his lips and tongue had been taken over by the other party and did not belong to him.

He knelt and sat on the side, with the young king's big hand resting on the left side of his waist.

But it wasn't the overbearing force that made his ribs hurt like before. No force was applied, but the slender fingers kept caressing his waist unconsciously and rhythmically.

The heat from the fingertips penetrated through the thin linen cloth and soaked into the depths of the white skin. It was numb and itchy. In short, that strange and uncomfortable feeling was even more uncomfortable than when he was strangled before.

She shrank her waist and wanted to avoid it, but the finger followed her like a shadow.

This time, he pinched his receding waist even more tightly, the strength was so heavy that his body couldn't help shivering, and the lips blocked by the other party couldn't help but let out a weak moan. whine.

This low whine made Wang Di's tight lips loosen suddenly.

The young king, whose face receded a little, raised his head slightly, and stared at him unblinkingly with his crimson pupils.

Obviously he was sitting on his knees and Atum was lying down. His eyes were slightly higher than Atum's now, but the game felt like a dwarf for no reason.

He blushed and pulled his head back uncomfortably.

Yatum's hand on the back of his head pressed his head down again, but this time, the young king's darker lips lightly brushed the corners of the king's lips, and moved back and forth on the white and tender cheeks.

The hot breath of breath spit out one after another, gradually making the whole fair cheeks turn red.

The young king's lips rubbed against Brother Wang's cheek for a long time, and suddenly, amidst his startled cry, he bit his tender ear again, which was still slightly wet and had a clear tooth mark.

I don't know if it was because he was worried about being bitten again, his pink ears trembled uneasily twice, and the young pharaoh clearly felt the trace of the delicate flesh that was bitten into his lips trembling, and suddenly he felt the pain in his heart. In the depths, it felt like being scratched slightly, and the feeling of being tickled and rolling in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent made the young king extremely unhappy, and immediately took another bite of the tender meat in his mouth as a punishment.

Only this time, no tooth marks were left.

Brother Wang, who was clasping the young king's shoulders with his hands nervously, only felt that the skin of his body near the ear was extremely limp, and his left shoulder on that side trembled a little due to the numb feeling that he couldn't exert any strength.

His mind, which has become a mess, is still stirring vigorously, wondering what the current situation is...

The big brown hand that was originally pressing on the back of his head had slipped down silently along his head at some point, and first stroked his right cheek for a while.

Soon, slender fingers brushed his jaw.

The place where the finger rubbed was a little cold when the night wind blew, because the finger still had a little wet water stain from the game's mouth just now.

The light brown fingers pressed tightly against the skin of Wang Di's cheeks without leaving any gaps, and slowly slid down in such a tight state.

With extremely slow movements, inch by inch, it slid down the delicate skin along the smooth lines of the neck.

The big brown hand caressed Wang Di's slender and fair right shoulder back and forth seemingly inadvertently, as if it was just stroking the shoulder.

However, these few strokes rubbed the loose white linen clothes hanging on Brother Wang's shoulders and slid down his thin shoulders until the elbow of the bent arm barely stopped. .

The boy king half-closed his eyes, and under the slender eyelashes there was a bright crimson color.

At this moment, it seemed to flicker.

His big light brown hand that was slowly caressing the white shoulder suddenly dropped quickly, passed through the armpit of Wang Di's bare upper arm, and the palm of his hand unceremoniously stuck to the white and tender back that was already unobstructed.

The fingertips felt more and more clearly that the place they caressed was filled with soft and warm skin, and they moved and groped on the soft white skin confidently.

Feeling that something was wrong there, You You couldn't help but struggled a bit, frowned, looked sideways at the half of the light brown face in front of him, and wanted to say something.

But just opened his mouth, a soft thing suddenly drilled into the extremely sensitive ear hole and licked it lightly.

His left shoulder trembled immediately, and the lips that were opened to speak suddenly let out a soft whimper that seemed to come out from the depths of his throat but was suppressed reflexively, as soft as a newborn kitten. Voice.

And the right hand that was originally on the young king's shoulder involuntarily wanted to grab something tightly to curb the terrified agitation in his body—but because he had no clothes for him to grab, he could only grab it with his fingertips. The fine-textured flexible brown skin immediately left a few shallow scratches.

The young king's body froze immediately.

Youyou came back to his senses and thought he had really scratched Atum, because he couldn't see his back because he was hugged, so he hurriedly stretched out the hand that caused trouble just now and groped indiscriminately at the back he grabbed just now, wanting to see See if it is caught seriously.

After touching it twice, I found that there was indeed no scratch, so I felt relieved, and the hand that was stroking the skin of the opponent's back stopped.

With this reassurance, Brother Wang immediately reacted.

The culprit just now is obviously not him, why is he so nervous!

He thought dissatisfiedly, and really didn't want to continue to maintain this weird appearance that made him tremble, so he opened his mouth and continued to talk.

"Brother Wang..."

"continue."

"what?"

what goes on?

The king's brother in Egypt was at a loss and said he didn't understand.

"hand."

The Boy King's voice was deep and deep, and he pressed down straight down, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"what?"

Brother Wang subconsciously moved his right hand resting on the opponent's back when he calmed down just now, then froze again.

But as soon as he hesitated, he immediately felt his fragile ears being caught by sharp teeth.

The teeth rubbed against his ear slowly, with the threat of biting down if he was obviously disobedient.

Even a little resistance would be brutally suppressed by Wang Di, who decisively chose to succumb to the power.

He was not reconciled for a while, and felt the other party's left hand touching and kneading his back. He held his breath and held the idea that you would touch me if you didn't want to suffer. His right hand rubbed against the Young King's back indiscriminately.

The skin under the fingers is extremely tight, with elasticity and toughness, and it feels excellent.

When you poke your fingers, there are strong and strong muscles, without any trace of fat or slack.

There was still a bit of dampness on the skin, and it was tightly sucked by the hand that pressed it tightly without any gap.

You You only felt that his fingers were hot and trembling a little bit, and some indescribable strange feeling passed from his fingertips made him feel that he might have done something stupid, but the hot breath that the Boy King spewed beside his ears Even if he became more and more frightened, he didn't dare to stop. He only touched the opponent's back lightly with his fingers trembling or not.

As everyone knows, this kind of light swipe of feathers usually has a feeling that makes the boy king's half-closed crimson pupils suddenly open, and a kind of forcibly suppressed desire in the depths of his eyes forcibly tore a crack.

The hand that was stroking and kneading the soft white back was vigorous, and the young Pharaoh forcibly pulled the body of Wangdi, who was kneeling on the edge of the recliner, over.

Brother Wang was lying on top of him, so he had to sit on his lap with his legs spread out and wrap his arms around his neck to keep his balance.

Atum spat out the pink ears he had ravaged, and his dark lips slipped down, biting and licking the side of the slender fair neck.

Brother Wang was startled, but before he could react, his legs suddenly felt hot.

The right hand of the young king who was pinching his waist held his left thigh.

After a short pause, the slender light brown fingers followed the soft thigh that was kneeling on the side of his thigh and directly penetrated into the bottom of the skirt.

The round, soft and comfortable touch of the thin, white buttocks, which can be held in half with one hand, made the Boy King unceremoniously knead it a few times.

Not surprisingly, he felt that the person in his arms was waving his hands and feet desperately to break free from his arms after a sudden froze.

So the lips that had been gently licking his neck turned around, and while Brother Wang was still struggling to shout, he grabbed the other party's Adam's apple viciously.

The thin but soft body that was still struggling just now was curled up in his arms and froze again, not daring to move.

"Brother Wang..."

The small sound that came out was like the weak begging for mercy of a cub that was caught by the throat of a ferocious beast and could only close its eyes and wait to die.

The tip of the young king's tongue viciously passed over the tip of the small Adam's apple like a feather.

The whole body of the person in his arms trembled and suppressed a soft trembling sound that seemed to be whimpering.

The young king guessed without even thinking that his younger brother must have been forced to tears by him.

An indescribable ruthless desire emanating from the depths of his body made him bite down fiercely——

At this moment, the young brother was tightly hugged by the young Pharaoh's strong left arm, and the whole person was forced to kneel and sit on the other's lap.

The white legs kneeling on both sides of the boy king's thighs were tense, and the toes curled up as if they were convulsed.

The white fingers grabbed the light brown arm of the other party nervously and vigorously, and the knuckles were strangled with white marks.

Because the Adam's apple was bitten, You Youyou was forced to tilt his head upwards to pant, his violet pupils were already full of grievances.

The Young King's tongue is very patient and licks the small Adam's apple with a sense of teasing and more like punishment, and from time to time the sharp teeth will graze the Adam's apple heavily with a threat side.

That kind of gentle behavior was more like a cruel punishment, which made the small Adam's apple tremble violently again and again.

That was the warning and temptation of the Beastmaster clearly declaring that if the prey was not obedient, he would tear his throat.

After a long time, the young pharaoh finally let go of the bright red Adam's apple that he teased.

He lowered his head, buried his whole face into the white and tender neck and rubbed it.

Brother Wang swallowed, and after confirming that his fatal spot was not being bitten, he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his head, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

He didn't even dare to speak when his throat was bitten just now.

Even though he knew that Atum would definitely not hurt him, the natural fear of being bitten by the death gate still made his heart beat violently.

But at the same time of fear, when the tongue passed over the Adam's apple, the sudden and almost paralyzing electric shock-like pleasure that was transmitted to the depths of the brain became more and more clear.

The young Wangdi was horrified to find that his body seemed to be getting out of his control little by little.

At this moment, taking advantage of the moment of relief when Atum buried his neck and dawdled, he tried to shake his head to clear his messy mind.

Well, his mind is in a mess now, he can't figure it out, so he doesn't want to!

In short, if you want to escape, you must go immediately!

Urged by the huge sense of crisis rising in his body, the game's subconscious mind made the best decision.

He lowered his head and carefully glanced at Atum, whose face was buried in his neck. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He let go of the hand that was holding Atum's arm, and gently stretched it to the desk beside him. .

His body was hugged by Yatum and he couldn't use his strength. He could only use his strength to hold the table to keep his body balanced and exert his strength.

But his calculation was good, but the plan couldn't keep up with the changes.

Just when Brother Wang was sneakily reaching out his hand to grab hold of the case beside him and try to break free, the pharaoh who had been silently rubbing his neck as if hesitating for something, suddenly raised his head, probably because of some resolution.

When he raised his head, the boy king's body would of course move.

And brother Wang, who was lying on the opponent's body with most of his body, kneeling on the opponent's lap with his legs outstretched, immediately swayed unsteadily.

The hand that was stretched out to grab the case table retracted reflexively, and immediately pressed the place where he was kneeling and sitting in order to maintain his body balance——

There was a loud bang.

In an instant, the blood of the whole body rushed to the head, and exhausted all the strength of his life, the young king suddenly broke free from the strong and powerful arm of the pharaoh who had also been stunned for a moment just now.

The reaction force of pushing away the opponent made Wang Di, who was kneeling on the opponent's lap, suddenly fall backwards, and fell heavily on the ground with his buttocks.

Ignoring the severe pain in his rear butt that was almost smashed into pieces, his violet-hued pupils widened to the limit, and he looked at his brother Wang in astonishment.

At this moment, the fair and clean face of the young brother Wang turned into the bright red color of a ripe apple, as if it had been scalded by steam.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He looked at his dead right hand with bewildered eyes——

That hand seemed to still have the feeling of a hot foreign object protruding from the thin white scarf wrapped around Atum's waist that he inadvertently pressed just now.

Even if he is the same gender, he can't convince himself that he doesn't know what the thing he touches is—

Brother Wang suddenly remembered the action of that beautiful maid's hand reaching into the white scarf and stroking the important parts when he first came in.

It is very, very immoral for Guo Guoguo to interrupt this kind of thing in the middle, right?

Could it be that I have been enduring it since then!

This, this, this is too much to bear, right?

Brother Wang's thinking has been running all the way to the Kangzhuang Avenue with a strange route, and he can't pull it back.

No wonder Brother Wang stared at him as fiercely as if he wanted to eat people.

If it were to change him, he would be very angry.

The king of Egypt thought with tears streaming down his face.

But before he finished feeling, his right hand was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled up.

When he was still dizzy, he was thrown down by another force and fell to a soft place.

After hesitating for a moment because he has no experience in pampering young people, the young pharaoh who completely obeyed his desire and did not know what patience is, picked up his brother who fell to the ground to push him away without hesitation. On a large and soft recliner.

Under the tightly wrinkled brows with obvious displeasure, the eyes staring at Brother Wang's crimson pupils were like flames burning deep in his eyes.

One hand was placed on the side of Wang Di's head who was still looking at him in astonishment and panic.

The other hand twisted the opponent's hands over the head and pressed heavily on the top.

At this moment, the young king, who had changed his position and looked more condescending, lowered his head and bit the opponent's lip with a fierce attitude, and the naked body with beautiful light brown skin and graceful lines covered it unceremoniously.

There is never a word in the Pharaoh's dictionary that allows others to reject such words.