Reborn Ancient Western Europe

Gray didn't drink much alcohol, he was very sober, and he knew very clearly that he was going crazy.Like a traveler standing on a cliff and being confused by the sunrise, take a step forward, and then fall into the abyss.

Sometimes, he thinks that this kind of ending with no bones left is actually quite handsome.

Especially now, he feels this more deeply.

As Eudora said, compared with her, he is a more complete foreigner.Without the identity of Grey, his last and deepest bond with the world no longer exists.

So now, no matter what decision he makes, he is the only one who bears it.

Then it doesn't matter what happens on this night when all the stars are covered by dark clouds.

He threw his neck back, pampering Angus's raging lips on his neck.It hurts a bit, but it's not that kind of real pain.Angus's teeth would bite his skin sometimes, but he never really bit down.And the skin that he touched began to become hot slowly, as if it had been scorched by fire.

Angus became more patient than ever before. He was like a big cat marking his territory, bit by bit letting the body beneath him become completely tainted with his own scent.

For a while, Gray felt that he would be swallowed whole by the other party, leaving no dregs left.

Angus held Gray's wrist, brought it to his mouth, and slowly kissed and licked it.Gray's hand touched the other's warm lips and tongue, with a slightly itchy touch, which gradually spread along the nerves.The slightly rough tongue slid across the back of the hand, and then the knuckles of the middle finger were directly rolled into the mouth and gently sucked.

Gray was suddenly glad that he had turned off the light, he was afraid to see the expression on Angus' face now.No matter what kind of expression he had, he could no longer bear it.

"Will it still hurt?" Angus asked, gently touching the frost-cracked wound on Gray's hand.Even in the dark, he remembered exactly where each of his wounds was.

Gray tried to get his hands out of Angus' grasp, he was unwilling to bear this kind of tenderness and care, but Angus' strength was not something he could break free from.

"Does it hurt?" Angus asked again stubbornly, holding his wrist.

Gray bit his lip, refusing to answer, an answer that would shatter all his defenses and persistence.

How can it not hurt, how can it not hurt?

From the first second the emperor left, he was in pain.

Gray once read a story when he was a child.There are hundreds of birds living in the forest, among which the Phoenix is ​​the king of birds, he has the most beautiful feathers and accepts the worship of all birds.And the peacock, who is not good in appearance, has the most outstanding voice in the forest, and his singing is extremely beautiful.

However, Peacock has always been jealous of Phoenix's status.

Finally one day, he could no longer restrain his jealousy, killed Phoenix, pulled out his feathers and stuck it on himself, pretending to be the king of birds.

At the beginning, he accepted the worship of the birds every day, and he was extremely proud.

But one day the lark sang in the forest, and all the birds praised her voice.

What's the matter, I sing much more beautifully than her.Peacock thought dissatisfiedly, but considering his current status, he could only suppress his desire to sing.

However, day after day passed, and when Bailing sang again, the peacock finally couldn't help it.He sang in front of all the birds.

At the end of the story, the peacock was expelled by birds and pulled out its gorgeous feathers.

The name of this story is called Poor Peacock.The one who was killed was the phoenix, but the really poor one in the story was the peacock.

Because every day when he pretended to be a phoenix, he was suppressing his own nature and suffering from the torment and torment in his heart.

Gray didn't know if the peacock was the same as himself, fearing the day when the truth would be revealed, but also vaguely looking forward to its arrival.

He had never hated Carodia, but he still felt pain, pain.

How can it hurt so much?

He thought, but couldn't figure it out.

Angus leaned down and kissed his cheek again, his lips touched the smooth cheek of the young man below him, it seemed that the tears he felt were just his illusion.

He really would rather Gray cried out.

"Analysis..."

Angus pressed his lips against Gray's forehead, calling out in a low voice.This unfamiliar syllable came into the air through the tip of his tongue, carefully, as if afraid of breaking it.

Gray hugged Angus with his other hand, his broad, muscular back under his palm.Angus was stroking his hair, step by step, slowly moving it from root to tip.

Gray felt that he might like this man.

He lifted his body, clinging to Angus, and kissed him.

This is just a very light kiss, which breaks at the touch of a touch, without giving people any charming associations at all.

But in the next second, Gray felt that he seemed to have accidentally touched a certain switch.

Angus on his body became visibly irritable. He kissed Geri's lips forcefully, sucking his body fluid.Gray opened his mouth obediently, actively entangled with his tongue.But soon, before he had learned to breathe in this situation, he began to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen.

The kiss didn't last long, and the second their lips parted, Angus turned over on the bed sheet in a slightly rude manner, turning his back to him.

Gray did not expect such a change, he let out a low cry, and could only pant uncontrollably.

In the dark, vision is limited, and imagination and other senses will more than make up for this deficiency.Angus caressed the silk-like skin of the teenager under his body, sketching the appearance of the other party in his mind.

The slender and slender neck is now covered with traces of self-made, as charming as the snow with falling petals.Gray's skeleton is very slender, thinner than some girls, and the butterfly bone on his back has a very elegant curvature.Angus kissed all the way down Gray's straight spine, while his hands slowly kneaded along the boy's waist.

The body of a 14-year-old boy has already planted the seeds of desire.Angus's hand moved forward, holding the young boy's delicate and small avatar, slowly comforting and caressing it.Until the other party tremblingly raised his head in the air, and shyly stood between his fingers.

Gray bit the sheet beneath him, trying not to let out an embarrassing moan.

It feels so weird too!

Angus seemed to chuckle a little, but Gray didn't notice at all.He couldn't control his body getting hotter and hotter, but Angus was always soothing, with calloused fingertips, rubbing back and forth on that extremely sensitive area, which made Gray feel more and more warm. It's getting worse.

In the end, Gray couldn't help twisting his body, moaned slightly, and took the initiative to hold Angus' wrist.

There was no need for any more hints, Angus lowered his head and sucked the back of the boy's neck, speeding up his movements.

When Gray finally freed himself from lust, he was panting in Angus' arms.Angus bit his earlobe and whispered in his ear, "Next, it's my turn?"