Pharaoh

The golden sunlight penetrated through the gap of the skylight, forming bright spots on the floor of the room. The young Pharaoh slightly opened his eyes, and the crimson hue came out from his half-closed eyes.

He got up and sat up, and remained in this position for a while.

Probably because he went to bed too late last night, there was still a trace of sleepiness on his face.But the rare drowsiness was quickly dispelled, and the pair of crimson pupils once again revealed their usual sharp light.

The middle-aged female officials stood quietly in the corner of the room. They could not take the initiative to come forward without the permission of the Pharaoh, or until the king got out of bed by himself.

According to the usual habit, the king would get out of bed by himself, and then she could bring the maid to wash up for the king.

However, this time, the young Pharaoh had no intention of coming down. He turned sideways and looked down at his younger brother who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

Probably because he went to bed too late last night, the young Wangdi was lying on his side at this moment, sleeping deeply.Half of his face sank into the soft bed, motionless, breathing evenly and lightly.

With his left elbow propped on the bed, the young Pharaoh leaned down, holding his brother's chin with his light brown fingers, and gently twisted that white porcelain face out.

His lips moved closer, and once again covered the green lips that still had traces of his repeated kisses last night.

Because he was still in a deep sleep, the unsuspecting young brother's lips were easily pulled away, allowing the other party to invade.

It's just that as the young king's aggressive behavior further deepened, the younger brother, who was sleeping peacefully, unconsciously grabbed the young Pharaoh's clothes with his hands, and he also showed an uncomfortable expression on his face.

The young king, who was addicted to that kind of comfortable feeling, did not restrain his behavior because of this, perhaps the word restraint did not exist in his life at all.

He is the Pharaoh of Egypt, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't need to consider other people's ideas at all.

Finally, the young brother Wang, who woke up because of the uncomfortable breathing, opened his big violet eyes. He stared at the magnified young Wang Junmei's face in front of him, as if he was a little frightened.

The uncomfortable feeling of shortness of breath made him wake up quickly, and he began to struggle to get out of this situation. The hand that was unconsciously holding his brother Wang's clothes was pushing away hard, and his head was also shaking.

However, he was quickly punished for this struggle.

The back of his head was firmly held and he couldn't move. The young king who was licking his lips gently expressed his dissatisfaction with a strong and aggressive deep kiss that almost made him unable to breathe.

For him, it was a century of torture.

When he was finally let go, he couldn't react other than gasping for breath.

The crimson pupils stared at his younger brother who was struggling to breathe, and his hands loosened, as if to let go.

But in the next second, the hand that had been loosened slightly clasped his brother's head as if repenting, and the young pharaoh lowered his head again.

Only this time, the young brother who reacted immediately stretched out his hand to cover his lips.

Facing the extremely oppressive and unhappy look in those bright red pupils, the young Wangdi flinched a little, but forced himself to stare back.

"Brother Wang, you said that you only teach once."

He said, the big light purple eyes once again showed a look of grievance.

Last night... more than once.

The young Pharaoh loved his younger brother very much.

Basically, as long as his younger brother showed such an expression, the young Pharaoh would take a step back.

Only this time, he didn't make any compromises.

The white porcelain hand covering his lips was forcibly pulled away by the impatient young king, and he pressed back on the bed, his crimson pupils stared at his younger brother.

"Will you do it?"

"..."

When the young prince was silent, Atum had already kissed him again.

Perhaps it was because he became somewhat accustomed to the young king's repeated tough behaviors again and again, the young king's lips were not as stiff as before, but at the moment of contact, they still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He still shook his head quite unaccustomed, but because his head was restrained by Atum's hand, he couldn't deviate much.

The young pharaoh lightly bit his lower lip with his teeth, which had obvious moisture marks left by his aggression.

"Don't stop breathing."

He said the sound coming from deep in his throat was extremely low.

When he found that his younger brother seemed to want to say something, he relaxed appropriately, leaving a little space.

"But……"

The young Wangdi said vaguely that although there was a slight gap, most of his lips were still pressed by the other party, so he could only make a sound that was almost like a mosquito humming.

"It will spray on your face...it's...strange..."

Because the mouth is blocked, it can only breathe through the nose.

But because the faces of the two are too close, if they breathe through their noses, the exhaled air will definitely be sprayed on each other's faces.

He felt that this would be embarrassing, so he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"It's ok."

The young Pharaoh replied, and the warm breath from his nose brushed over his brother's face, causing the eyelashes on his closed eyes to tremble slightly.

Then, the slight, cautious feeling of breathing came from the other party as if it was a tentative breath.

Because his younger brother had already obeyed his words, Atum didn't have to pay attention to whether his younger brother was breathing smoothly.What made the young king even more aggrieved was that the result of his obedience was that the time for the young king to kiss him became longer and longer, and the intensity of his intrusion was further deepened, almost no longer giving him any room to breathe.

Once you get used to breathing, it is impossible to hold it masochistically.

His lips were blocked tightly, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

And the breathing is only slightly smoother, but it still feels uncomfortable.

The warm feeling on the lips slowly infiltrated as they rubbed against each other, and the heat increased little by little, making him feel like his entire face was burning.

"Open your mouth slightly, and exhale slowly..."

The whole person was hugged tightly by Yatum, and the difficulty of breathing made his head even more drowsy when he just woke up. He could only instinctively follow the low voice of the young pharaoh.

The light purple eyes opened slightly, and the expression inside was a little trance.

Unconsciously, he glanced around slightly out of the corner of his eyes.

However, it was just this glance that instantly made the young Wang brother freeze up.

He struggled again, trying to push Atum away.

The young Pharaoh, who was originally in a happy mood because of the obedient and docile young brother he was holding, frowned. He tried to tighten his arms to suppress the opponent's resistance, but he was pushed back even more fiercely.

Noticing that the blushing Wangdi kept looking at the female officers and maids in the corner of the room, the young Pharaoh's unhappy expression relaxed a little.

He stroked his brother's soft hair lightly, then sat up.

Perhaps at first he was a little surprised by the sudden kiss of the young king, but the experienced female officer immediately lowered her head quietly without saying a word.

The maids who can stay by the young king's side to serve him personally are all human beings, and naturally they can keep themselves in a state where they can see and hear but not hear.

Intervene in the behavior of the Pharaoh, unless they themselves are impatient and want to die.

After noticing that the young Pharaoh got out of bed, the maids immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground to help the young king wash and dress.

The expressions on their faces were as calm as ever, as if this morning was no different from previous mornings.

After obtaining the consent of the young king, the middle-aged female official walked out of the room and informed the high priest Seth who had been waiting outside for a long time that he had obtained the king's permission to enter the room.

The young Wangdi was sitting on the bed with a blushing face. His expression was a little awkward at first, but seeing that everyone around him seemed to be doing their own things as if nothing had happened, he was the only one who was nervous.

It's probably because I don't see it more often than I do, but it's actually not a big deal at all.

As he thought about it, he gradually relaxed.

He still felt a little sleepy, because he slept very late last night.

But being frightened by what happened just now, he always felt sleepy again, and now he couldn't fall asleep at all, so Yu You was wondering if he should just get up as well.

The young Egyptian priest had already walked in, and after saluting the young king, he stood quietly at the door and waited.

The door was open, and the Pharaoh's bodyguards naturally stood outside and waited.

Putting on his dark blue cloak, the young pharaoh turned and walked to the edge of the bed.

He leaned over.

His lips kissed his brother gently again.

Then the young Pharaoh got up and left.

The young prince who had been completely turned into a stone sculpture froze in place.

Although the young pharaoh had left first, the young priest who still had something to explain to the guards was still standing at the door talking.

"S... Seth..."

The hesitant cry of the young king brother stopped the great priest who was about to leave to catch up with the pharaoh.

Seth turned around and looked at the Egyptian prince, still with that indifferent expression.

His expression, which was no different from before, surprised the young Wangdi very much, so what he planned to say was stuck in his throat for a long time and he didn't say it.

"What's the matter? Brother Wang."

After waiting for a long time without any response, the impatient high priest urged.

"Uh... that... just now... Seth, you..."

The young Wangdi stuttered for a while, and finally whispered, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"Strange? Why do you feel strange?"

Seth frowned. Although he still looked impatient, he continued, "The king loves you very much, brother Wang, so it will become like this sooner or later. It's not surprising."

"what?"

Is this...was the ancient Egyptians too open, or is he too closed as a modern person?

"Brother Wang, you kissed the king first, right?"

"Wait...wait for me first, it was just an accident, I just—"

Ignoring the younger brother who was blushing and trying to defend himself, Seth continued.

"It should be like this. After all, it is impossible for the king to kiss you on his own initiative."

Ignoring the younger brother who was still trying to say something, the young high priest was talking to himself.

While speaking, he turned and left.

"Although it will be like this sooner or later, it is still necessary to remind Wang to pay attention in public places."

So in the final analysis, is it because I am too pedantic as a modern person?

The young Wangdi was tangled in his arms.