What if I become Verlaine?

It is well known that exercise contributes to physical and mental health.

Rimbaud and Wei Lun really had a good time playing this time. They couldn't control themselves in the elevator of the hotel. After entering the room, Rimbaud struggled to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

The black-haired young man likes to be clean, he doesn't want to play dirty, Wei Lun let go of Rimbaud, and after the young man entered the bathroom, he changed into a bathrobe and followed in.

Rimbaud had to be caught in the dilemma of whether to pick up soap—he forgot to close the bathroom door, damn it!

The floor of the bathroom is slippery, and the shower above the head is constantly spraying warm water. When Rimbaud's back is forced to stick to the bathroom wall, Wei Lun is still in the mood to reach out and turn the button on purpose, so that the water in the shower changes from warm water to warm water. into cold water.

As the cold water poured down his head, Rimbaud shivered from the cold, and subconsciously approached Wei Lun.

Wei Lun took the opportunity to hook one leg maliciously, and the moment Rimbaud stood unsteadily, Wei Lun supported Rimbaud's body, first upwards, and then suddenly hugged him tightly.

Rimbaud's legs were off the ground, and his whole body was suspended in the air with only one fulcrum. The icy water covered his body, but his body was extremely hot. The alternating sensation of cold and hot made Rimbaud dazzled.

It must be admitted that Wei Lun is really good at playing. After playing, he stretched out his hand to pull out the long water pipe of the shower, so that Rimbaud fully learned how to use a pipe to play more tricks.

What made Rimbaud gnash his teeth even more was that there were a lot of toiletries in the bathroom, and the strawberry-flavored shower gel had fully exerted various effects. On Wei Lun's body, he couldn't lift a bit of strength.

Wei Lun was still blowing into Rimbaud's ear: "How is it? Now it's clean from inside to outside. I checked it for you."

Rimbaud didn't want to talk to Wei Lun.

Wei Lun put Rimbaud on the bed, he lifted the quilt and got in, kneading Rimbaud's arched back with his fingers, obviously wanting to continue.

Rimbaud didn't object, but he didn't want to move for the time being, so he ignored Wei Lun.

Waylon waited patiently, and while he waited, he was free to meditate.

The dishes made by the gourmet hunter will give full play to the taste and special effects of the ingredients. If you don't do mindfulness meditation, the residual effects will last for a long time, and even make people excited.

Rimbaud has no experience with this, so...

Wei Lun snickered inwardly, it's three o'clock in the afternoon, maybe he can play until three o'clock in the morning.

Sure enough, after waiting for about ten minutes, Rimbaud calmed down, and he reached out to touch Wei Lun's chest.

After Wei Lun got the signal, the hand that was stroking Rimbaud's back immediately exerted force. He kicked off the quilt and pressed it down.

With the curtains drawn while the two played, the dim room lighting, constant movement, and mounting excitement made it easy to lose track of time.

Soon, the quilt, mattress and pillows were thrown to the ground, and the whole room felt like a typhoon passed through, filled with a special smell.

Rimbaud felt that he had been swimming in the ocean of joy, his body and mind were completely open, and he was constantly welcoming the arrival of another person.

The black-haired young man was completely lost, and then he fell into a strange circle. Excessive excitement caused his spirit to develop patience and fatigue. He felt tired, but because of cooking, his body was still very energetic.

Although Rimbaud said in a hoarse voice several times that he wanted to sleep, as soon as Wei Lun stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, the black-haired young man would naturally wrap his arms around him, winding up again like a water snake wrapping around its prey.

This annoyed Rimbaud with a strong sense of shame.

Wei Lun has long since gotten rid of the influence of cooking. After all, he has experience and has tasted things with more powerful medicinal effects.

But he also didn't want to stop, not because he was greedy for this exciting feeling, but because he longed to see Rimbaud show him more amorous feelings that he couldn't see in the past.

Rimbaud asks for anything from him, Wei Lun feels as if he has completely mastered Rimbaud, but when he gets this black-haired young man, Wei Lun also has the illusion that he has handed over his soul to the other party.

...or not an illusion, but a fact.

When he possesses a treasure, he also gives a corresponding treasure.

Seeing that Rimbaud was really going to the limit, Wei Lun pressed his forehead against Rimbaud's.

Rimbaud didn't know anything at this moment, Wei Lun slowly used his own qi to induce Rimbaud's qi, and then let Rimbaud's body start to meditate spontaneously.

Ten minutes later, Rimbaud opened his confused and out-of-focus eyes. His eyes were wet, and there was no focus in the dark green eyes, as if his soul had not returned.

Wei Lun didn't like the look in his eyes. He lowered his head and bit Rimbaud's side neck, but Rimbaud didn't respond.

... I have been stimulated too much, and this little pain is nothing.

Wei Lun had no choice but to help the black-haired young man do the cleaning work again, then he found the hotel front desk and changed to a clean room, then he took the quilt and swept away Rimbaud, who had hardly any reaction, and stuffed him on the bed in the new room.

Wei Lun sat by the bed, humming and memorizing French country folk songs softly, the familiar country songs were like a home for the soul, Rimbaud's eyes slowly closed, and then immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Wei Lun did not sleep, he is still very energetic now, through Qi meditation, the effect of the cooking is transformed into an effect of invigorating the spirit, coupled with the fact that he has just tasted the perfect delicacies, Wei Lun feels that he can hit ten at a time.

Wei Lun wanted a room with a double bed this time. He was afraid that he would get into Rimbaud's bed, and if Rimbaud's body got entangled, Rimbaud would really not be able to get up tomorrow, so Wei Lun could only lie down pitifully. Playing on the phone on the other bed.

Later, Wei Lun still fell asleep in a daze, but his sleep was very light and the time was very short. After only three or four hours of sleep, Wei Lun opened his eyes.

He turned over and got off the bed to check Rimbaud's state. Rimbaud was still sleeping, his breathing was calm. Wei Lun tried to touch Rimbaud's body, but Rimbaud didn't respond.

Wei Lun breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the cooking effect on Rimbaud had passed, so Wei Lun unceremoniously got into Rimbaud's bed, and went back to sleep with a big delicious cherry in his arms.

Rimbaud didn't open his eyes until the sun was high.

When consciousness slowly recovered, Rimbaud only felt that he was lying next to a warm body. He struggled to open his eyes, and saw Wei Lun's long golden hair scattered in front of his eyes.

Half a beat later, Rimbaud finally remembered what happened yesterday, and then his face turned red, and then his toes became tense. He couldn't believe that he was the one who crazily pestered Wei Lun to continue yesterday! ?

So crazy, so embarrassing, so...um, so cool.

Rimbaud tried to speak, but he was stunned the moment he made the sound. He actually made his voice hoarse?

It seems that yesterday's game was really intense.

Rimbaud tried to prop up his body and sit up. To his surprise, when he exerted himself, he didn't notice any discomfort in his body, just like yesterday's absurdity didn't happen.

Wei Lun was awakened by Rimbaud's movements, and he yawned: "Are you awake?"

Wei Lun leaned on the pillow, admiring Rimbaud's back and waistline when he sat up, it was great to see such a wonderful scenery when he opened his eyes.

Rimbaud sat on the bed. He looked down at his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and sensed the aura of his body. He turned his head suspiciously at Wei Lun: "I feel good?"

"Has a hoarse voice?"

Wei Lun immediately noticed Rimbaud's discomfort, and he joked: "You were too enthusiastic last night."

Rimbaud gave Wei Lun a sideways glance, he casually pulled off the bathrobe placed beside him, put on the bathrobe and went to drink water.

Rimbaud took two steps, but he didn't notice the pain in his back and legs, and his hand holding the cup was also steady, which was totally different from last night's feeling.

He cleared his throat, looked suspiciously at Wei Lun, who was lying on the bed with one hand supporting his head, and asked, "I feel quite comfortable, but the feeling last night was so crazy, what's going on?"

Wei Lun sneered, he explained the cooking, and then said maliciously: "I was doing meditation, but you are so enthusiastic, it's rare to see you, and you said you want to play tricks with me, so I didn't tell you."

After hearing this, Rimbaud's expression twisted slightly. He glared at Wei Lun, but it was a pity that this stare made Wei Lun feel a little bit. He invited Lan Bo: "Are you coming in the morning?"

Rimbaud shook his head: "No, I want to meditate."

Practicing mind power is indeed very important, damn it, if you don't practice well, you will suffer in bed!

Wei Lun had a regretful expression on his face.

Rimbaud suddenly remembered something: "You also eat this kind of food when playing with Hisoka?"

Wei Lun curled his lips: "Why mention him at this time?"

After a pause, he still explained: "When I was playing with him, I ate forbidden food. The food hunter made has no sequelae. It is safe, healthy and has a different experience."

Rimbaud narrowed his eyes slightly: "So you took me to eat on purpose yesterday?"

"No, no, no, figure out the cause and effect, yesterday's spiral octopus ball was a real accident."

Wei Lun was ashamed: "It is difficult to make a reservation for the restaurant of the gourmet hunter, because most of the time the gourmet hunter will go out to hunt for ingredients, and the opening time is only two or three months a year. I am lucky enough to take you with me because I stole other people's reservations." It is impossible to arrange in advance to taste delicious food.”

Only then did Rimbaud smile, and he sat back on the bed. Wei Lun immediately put his arms around Rimbaud's slender waist, and was satisfied to find the marks left by him on Rimbaud's body.

Red, blue, and a little purple in some places, although it looks a little scary, but with Rimbaud's physique and strength, it should disappear soon.

Hey, if only these traces could be left forever?

Wei Lun was thinking ulteriorly in his heart, and Rimbaud pondered for a few seconds before saying: "Although I felt a little crazy yesterday, but... well, it's very interesting, and I'm looking forward to the next time, but you have to advance Explain to me."

It does not damage the body, can recover immediately the next day, and can still play with passion, making people feel the sourness of ascending to heaven. Of course, the more such things, the better!

Wei Lun didn't answer immediately after hearing this, he just put his face on Rimbaud's back.

Rimbaud looked sideways at Wei Lun, only seeing a golden head.

"...What's wrong?" Rimbaud was a little surprised.

Wei Lun's voice was muffled: "It's nothing."

Ah, Attil is really too gentle, gentle and sweet, considerate and understanding, I really want to hide him completely.

At this moment, Rimbaud saw Wei Lun's back.

There were all bloodstains drawn by Rimbaud when he lost control yesterday, one by one, which looked terrible.

Rimbaud was a little embarrassed, and he said, "Does your back hurt? Do you want me to apply some anti-inflammatory medicine for you?"

Wei Lun took a deep breath, suppressed the dark thoughts surging in his heart, and showed a somewhat cynical smile.

"No need, this little injury is nothing."

Rimbaud nodded: "That's right, you will be sent to the doctor when you are playing with Hisoka, it really doesn't matter if you are injured."

All the dark thoughts in Wei Lun's mind disappeared in an instant, and he said helplessly, "Why do you keep mentioning him?"

Rimbaud couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

Although he didn't feel the soreness and limpness of his body after waking up in the morning, he always felt the smell of Weilun exuding from inside and outside his body, as if he had been completely swallowed by the golden-haired fox beside him, and every corner belonged to him. Like another person.

There is a feeling of wanting to sulk, but feeling hypocritical, but it is just very uncomfortable.

Rimbaud didn't speak, Wei Lun intuitively knew that he had to masturbate, so he stretched out his hand to pull Rimbaud.

Rimbaud persisted for a second or two, and still lay down in Wei Lun's arms following Wei Lun's strength.

Wei Lun said helplessly to Rimbaud: "Okay, okay, I will tell you what you want to know."