Love Killer

His hands massaged his muscular shoulders through the warm towel. At this moment, Feston knew that the most flexible hands in the world belonged to the murderer.

The murderous hands can manipulate all kinds of instruments, precisely adjust the strength, and at the same time have a deep understanding of the muscles of each part. When Feng Zhannuo moved his fingers, Feston let out a breath of enjoyment.

The man's moan echoed in the bathroom, and his heartbeat began to speed up, "You think my technique is not bad?" Feng Zhannuo pressed a position on his shoulder, his wrist tightened suddenly, he was dragged into the bathtub, and the towel fell to the floor.

The wet vest was held by hot palms, and as soon as he fell in, he dragged Fieston sideways into the water together, and the overflowing water in the bathtub spread all over the floor, a single-use bathtub could not hold the weight of two grown men The volume suddenly seemed overcrowded.

Their limbs had to stick together in a small space, this kiss was also crowded, chaotic, full of humidity and moisture, hot and humid like every breath in a high-temperature sauna room, rapid and depressing, as if they might suffocate at any time .

Feston didn't say a word, and Feng Zhannuo also remained silent.

Swallowing and chewing on each other's lips, snatching every trace of air out of each other's mouths, as if they were in a contest of who would persevere to the end first, neither of them would take a step back, and only go forward to conquer the territory, at the base of the tongue, on the roof of the mouth , Occupying every corner of the soft inner wall of the mouth, wet and hot hands touched the same hot skin.

The water vapor seems to be evaporated in the heat, leaving only the rising heat on the smooth skin.

The body continued to heat up, and so did the desire. Felston suddenly backed away, both of them breathed rapidly, and the bathroom was full of rapid gasps, and he suddenly pulled Feng Zhannuo.

His chest was tightly locked by his arms, Feng Zhannuo panted, knowingly asked, "Hey, what do you want to do?"

He was answered with a strong kiss. The pain at the back of his neck also made him excited. Feston grabbed his waist, and the loose trousers that had been soaked for a long time were easily peeled off, and the drops of water in front of his eyes kept coming. Streaming off the wall like sweat on their brows, he faced the wall, Feston's breathing behind him, "Ready?"

The extremely tense voice and the suppressed pain at the same time, looking back, it was Feston's face distorted by desire.

"What if I say no?" His fingers pressed against the tiles, and damp steam slid down his wrist.

There were also drops of water on the eyelashes, and the glance behind his eyes made people have to beware that he might counterattack at any time. Feston grabbed his wrist and pressed it against the wall, and suddenly approached, "It's too late if you don't."

This kind of thing does not mean that preparation can be ready. In all the experiences Feng Zhannuo has had so far, this situation has never happened like this. Feston made him feel the pressure behind him, the heat All the parts were tightly attached to him, and he shot back to attack, but Feston came up to meet him.

"Hmm—" His hands were twisted behind his back, something cold was smeared on his skin, the aggression started without warning, or because his mind was too hot, he had long lost the concept of time.

They groaned at the same time, still painful and suppressed, Feng Zhannuo's other hand grabbed the metal pole used to hang towels on the wall, the palm was hot, and the cold touch rose from the back of the spine to the brain.

"Zhannuo..." Feston kept calling his name, this name that no one else called. Whenever Feston approached the back of his neck, as he breathed, these two words kept ringing in his ears echo.

It was a rapidly changing voice, and Feston was no more relaxed than him.

Low growls and groans echoed in the bathroom, and it was hard to tell who belonged to it. Feng Zhannuo held on to the crossbar, and in front of his eyes was a piece of white tiles, on which hot and humid water vapor condensed and slid down, condensed again, and again. Sliding down because of the vibration of the air, the vision became blurred in the water vapor.

It is a taboo for killers to let people stand behind him, but Fieston chose such a position for the first time. Whether it's a criminal or a criminal, what he wants is Feng Zhannuo.

When he turned his back undefended and accepted him without reservation, the expression of contradiction and relief hit him deeply again.

Fever chest fully tiled, gripping the bar, one of his legs lifted by him, would come back and exchange kisses with him when he couldn't take it, Feston would stop at this point, kiss sometimes It is very short, and sometimes it will cause another climax intensely.

Water began to drip from the ceiling of the bathroom, drop by drop, dripping onto the hot skin.

His waist was tightly imprisoned by Feston, who would comfort him by kissing his shoulders, hugging him and holding his hands tightly around his waist, and restricting his movement with a strong force. Another kind of enthusiasm that was completely different from when handling the case pulled him. Climb to the top together.

Lust made them dizzy.

There was no air conditioning in the room, the humidity and heat in the bathroom was almost suffocating, and when it was finally over, they were almost exhausted, breathing heavily with their mouths open, like almost dried-up fish trapped on the beach.

He pushed Felston, Felston walked away from him, turned on the shower, and washed off his sticky sweat. When Felston was about to clean up the mess for him, Feng Zhannuoben He could refuse, but he didn't want to move. After rinsing and coming out of the bathroom, he fell back on the sofa.

There is still the kiss mark left by Feston on the shoulder, from the back to the side of the waist, long-term rubbing, touching, and grasping, the skin is red, a bath towel is casually wrapped around the waist, and the chest is still heaving violently, " Is there any water?"

He was as lazy as a tired hunting mink, his eyes stopped for a moment, and Feston went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, "How is it, are you okay?"

"Good can't be better." After drinking it all, Feng Zhannuo put the cup on the coffee table, as if he had gained energy, he sat up abruptly from the sofa, and Feston fell down under his right uppercut On the ground, "Wait, it will be your turn in a while."

The whisper close to his ear was condescending, and the eyes he was looking down flickered, the coldness had long since melted from the strenuous exercise just now, his jaw hurt so much, Fieston wiped the corner of his mouth, "You still have strength ?"

"You'll find out if you have the strength later." With a harmless smile, people always ignore the danger behind it. When he stood up, Feston knew that he was serious, grabbed his wrist, "Let me eat something first."

Let Feng Zhannuo sit down, and Fieston went to find something to eat. After he said this, Feng Zhannuo found that he was also hungry, so he had to cancel the plan first, "It's so late."

The rain outside had stopped a long time ago, but it was about to fall, the sky was not bright, the clock pointed to [-]:[-] pm, Feston was suspended, and today he came back early, found food from the refrigerator, he picked up a piece of cheese, "Go out to eat Or eat at home?"

"Why don't you order takeaway and see if someone will pretend to be a delivery person and deliver it to your door." Raising an eyebrow, he looked at the piece of cheese, "What do you use it for?"

"Noodles, are you interested?" Put it outside, took out the pasta again, Fieston went back to the room to get dressed, Feng Zhannuo followed him to the room, Fieston, changed into a clean shirt, "It's still less Order takeout, whether for safety or nutritional reasons."

"Safety? That's your safety. I should say this to you. You stole my lines." Letting go of the towel, he directly picked out Feston's clothes from the closet, which he always did , There is no big difference in height, and the size of clothes such as T-shirts and vests does not matter.

After getting dressed, his eyes stopped when he saw him, "No wonder it looks familiar, the underwear you are wearing seems to be mine.

"I hope you don't mind." Before he put on his trousers, he was holding a tight white ribbed vest in his hand, wearing only charcoal gray underwear, like a male underwear model, "And you said, you are fully responsible for basic necessities. "

Slightly squinting smiling eyes, "Or do you not like wearing it on me?"

He always makes such a smile inadvertently, a handsome smile, sometimes it is hateful, and sometimes it is very fascinating, Felston suddenly pulled him in, "Use them whatever you want, It won't make you hot all over, but when I see you wearing it, I will..."

The two faces approaching, the warm breath slowly approaching, the beating of the heart accelerated in the two chests, as they continued to approach, Fiston's kiss suddenly imprinted hard on his collarbone, "You almost made our dinner Soup."

Avoiding his lips and blaming him for his charm, Fieston took a breath in fear and backed away, Feng Zhannuo came to his senses, and also stepped back a few steps, touching a certain part behind him, with a strange expression on his face.

Feston noticed, "Is it really okay?" He asked with concern.

"How should I answer this? I can't tell you? In fact, it's very good, but I'm not used to it yet, but forget it, your injury is not healed yet." There is always a first time in everything, and Feng Zhannuo I don't mind, the object is Feston, as long as everyone is happy.

Because his injury has not fully healed, he hardly made any resistance. Except for the reflexive movements at the beginning, he was completely cooperative.

Realizing this, Feston's face showed a rare move, but he didn't say anything, and kissed him on the face, "You're hungry too, I'll make dinner." He rolled up his sleeves and went kitchen.