prince and his shield

Coming down from the top floor, Roy was a little repelled going back to the room.After eating the buffet dinner, I took Steve to go to the SPA.Although he didn't even know how that thing worked.

Although he is glamorous, he is really an otaku.There is often a lack of interest in new things.

Then there is a devil who has no accumulated fatigue at all and always has a beauty filter, and a person whose physical fitness is four times that of ordinary people, who has taken off his clothes and has a sense of presence on Baidu. After soaking in the pool, a person wearing a bathrobe One was wearing a bath towel, walked towards the massage table, lay down in front of her and looked at each other.

The physical therapist is a good-looking Asian, dressed in beige linen, with wooden hairpins.After asking them what course of treatment they were going to do, it was time to prepare the essential oils.Before leaving, play some music for them to relax.

Steve lay face down on the massage chair, feeling a little tight in his chest.And the incense and steam in this room was a bit torturous to him.

Roy unbuttoned his bathrobe and was about to lie down. He paused and threw the knife out of his eyes.

Steve looked back knowingly.Roy pursed his lips and lifted the bathrobe he was wearing, "You did a good job!"

Mottled red marks, from the neck to the side of the waist, and even into the waist of the trousers.

Steve snorted, choking on his own spit.

He got up, grabbed the loose towel around his waist, and walked to him, "Then shall we go back directly? Or do you want to play something else?"

Roy closed his bathrobe and poked his abdominal muscles unhappily, "The bean sprouts suddenly swelled, you don't even have to dress properly, do you?"

Steve grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "You don't like it?"

"I don't like you showing up." Roy pouted.The pool here is a private room with mixed bathing for men and women.Along the way, those wolf-like eyes seemed to want to take people away from him.Tsk.

Roy didn't want to stay here, but he didn't want to leave, making trouble for no reason.

Steve scratched his claws and scratched his head, "I'll give you a massage when I go back to the room?"

Roy grumbled and reluctantly agreed.

After speaking with the physical therapist who turned back, the two left.

After returning to the room, Steve frowned and walked to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Why are you still taking a shower?" Roy became wary when he heard that he was about to enter the bathroom.

"My nose is too sharp, and the scent is too strong for me to feel uncomfortable." Steve laughed, pulled him over and kissed him, "I won't move you today."

Roy snorted.

Roy wrapped a coat directly over the bathrobe and turned around. Now he took it off and lay down directly.

After lying down, he froze and sat up abruptly.

What's the matter with this room? ? ?

Lavatory drawers for safety gear of all sizes, oversized tub with vibrating tub, huge mirror attached to the ceiling facing the bed? ? ?

What an operation!What the hell is this place! !

Roy hissed a few times with a toothache.One turned over and went to the bedside table, and as expected, he saw the exact same configuration as the bathroom.

He covers his mouth.As far as Rogers's brain full of colors is concerned, can he still survive seeing the mirror and tools for committing crimes?

Steve, who simply rushed out and came out, looked at Roy who was sitting on the edge of the bed, gnawing his fingers, and hummed, "What's wrong?"

Roy turned his head in shock, "Huh? It's nothing."

Steve put down the towel for rubbing his hair, "You have seen... God's expression." After he finished speaking, he smiled to himself.

Roy's face twitched, unable to smile.He looked down and saw that Steve had only tied a towel again, and the water hadn't been wiped clean.Say something live/color.Not too raw/fragrant.

Steve looked down at himself, "Are you satisfied?"

Roy thought of the mirror on top of his head, turned his head, and his mouth was dry.

Steve was sure that something must be wrong with him, and walked over, "What's wrong?"

Roy scratched his face, "Nothing."

Steve sat next to him, and Roy shuddered and swallowed dryly.

"Roy, are you nervous?" Steve patted his tense back.

Roy pressed his tongue against his jaw and changed the subject, "Aren't you going to get married? Have you prepared a strategy yet?"

Steve laughed, "It is said that there are many small churches in Las Vegas..."

About to continue, Steve paused, annoyed, "Church."

Roy felt that the topic had turned into a ditch.

"Church…" Steve looked at him.

"It won't be that serious if you go in," Roy scratched his face, "it's just a little hot."

"Hot feet?" Steve repeated dully.

"Hmm." Roy forgot about the mirror.

"So, the church is bad for you, right?" Steve sighed.

Roy was silent for a while, "Well. I don't know how to tell you. Whether it's heaven or hell, the efficiency of doing things is far less than that of the mortal world, and their policies may still be centuries ago. So...we can't There's no way we can have a legal marriage with a priest witnessing an oath or something."

Steve let out a soft sigh from his throat, "Is that so?"

Roy lowered his head and picked his fingers, feeling uncomfortable, "I'm sorry."

Steve raised his hand and patted his head, "What are you apologizing for?"

Roy pursed his lips, "I can't marry you. I haven't said it until now."

Steve had no choice but to hold him in his arms and shook him, "Roy, you can clearly distinguish the priority of this matter. You are the only reason I got married, not because I want to get married. You know? "

Roy put his arms around his neck and rubbed against his shoulder, "I knew you would react like this."

more uncomfortable.

Steve patted him on the back, "If we can't get married legally, can we have a notarized marriage?"

Roy was taken aback, and distanced himself, "Huh?"

Steve explained, "Isn't it valid for a contract between legal persons to be notarized? Let's hire a lawyer to make an agreement in accordance with the marriage law, and we can even add some regulations we like. Is it feasible to have it notarized?"

Roy hugged his face and kissed him hard, "Are you a genius?"

Steve hugged his waist and smiled, "It seems that you also want to marry me."

Roy froze, and slapped him on the face, "Don't push your nose on your face!"

Steve grabbed his hand and kissed it. "We'll be together. Trust me."

The numbness seeped from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart, and Roy's eyes trembled red and rolled down.Steve was taken aback, "Roy! Eyes, eyes are fading again!"

Roy came back to his senses, wiped his face, saw the red color, and thought about it.Then he realized what he said, "What the hell is fading! Rogers!"

Steve embarrassed, "I'm just talking fast. Are you okay?"

They never discussed the news that Crowley had brought that night, believing they knew each other well.Ten years, a hundred years, hundreds of years, Steve will never let go of Royston, and Royston will never leave Steve.

"I don't think there's anything wrong." Roy pulled a tissue and wiped it.He had a guess in his heart, which made him inexplicably embarrassed.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Steve touched his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt or itch." Roy rubbed a little recklessly.Steve couldn't see it, so he took the tissue and pressed it to the corner of his eyes with gentle movements.

Roy crossed his legs, nestled in his arms like a child, and let him serve him.

After wiping for a while, Steve smiled, "It's easy, we just have to play here enough."

"Will the honeymoon last for a month?" Roy rubbed over, obediently.

"A month is fine, of course. But it depends on you." Steve bowed his head and kissed his forehead, and hugged him tighter.

"I've been in the UK for two weeks before, and if I don't open for another month, I might be out of breath." Roy muttered.

"Then go back. We still have a long time. If you like to continue the business." Steve shook him.

"Just stay here for two weeks." Roy made a decision.

"Okay." Steve didn't object.

Roy took his head out of his arms, "Let's change hotels tomorrow."

"What's wrong? Don't you like it here?" Steve wondered.

Roy smiled mysteriously, "I want to try what a honeymoon suite in another hotel looks like."

Steve laughed.

"By the way, develop and develop, how nasty your brain can be." Roy grabbed his neckline.

Steve's Adam's apple rolled.

"Isn't my swearing very sexy?" Roy easily saw through his intentions, and his voice became lower and lower.

Steve took a deep breath, "It's just icing on the cake."

Roy hummed twice, pushed the man onto the bed, and rode on his waist.

"I thought you didn't want to..." Steve was stunned to see himself half naked on the ceiling as Roy pressed against the dark navy-blue sheets.

"Roy," he blushed, "mirror!"

Roy looked up, and then slowly pulled his towel, "Huh? Isn't that what you thought of dangling in front of me with a towel around you?"

Steve is stiff, including somewhere.

"You had a great time this afternoon," the spear-like tail poked out from behind the bathrobe and into the towel. "I'll play at night. Fair enough?"

Roy took off his bathrobe and stretched his bat wings.

Steve had already started to turn red all over, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he didn't say a word.

Roy touched the props from the bedside table and pointed to the top of his head, "Sweetie Rogers, what do you think of yourself now?"

Steve's eyes wandered, he didn't know where to put his eyes, and he couldn't say a word.He raised his hand to cover his face, "Are we really going to experiment with all the suites?"

"Guess?" Roy inexplicably felt the joy of teasing Steve in public, and felt comfortable.

Steve sighed, and pulled Roy to let him lean over and kiss himself, "Devil."

Roy snorted from his nasal cavity, delighted.

After the quarrel was over and Roy quit, Steve wrapped his hands around his tail and whispered in his ear, "It's nothing but this mirror. It always makes me feel like I'm talking to two people." you..."

Roy was shocked, "Rodgers!"

Steve coughed dryly, and quickly gagged, refusing to let him continue to say that he was 'dirty'.Can it be called obscenity to someone you like?

The next day, Roy looked in the mirror and reflected.

This thing... can't be done.Because no matter what, the one who suffers is yourself! !

"Are you awake?" Steve came out of the bathroom and half-buried on the bed.

Roy looked at him quietly, "I think I'm at a big loss."

"The boss who is serving the boy is not happy?" Steve leaned forward and kissed him.

Roy clicked his tongue and raised his hand, "No, I'm exhausted from serving you, you little boy. You have to do something substantial."

Steve laughed out loud, got out of bed, picked him up and went to the bathroom to wash up.He didn't even let him brush his teeth.

"I picked four hotels."

Roy opened his mouth and sprayed white foam on Steve's face when he heard the words, "Steve Rogers, I misread you."

With a face full of saliva, Steve was helpless, "One is the most prosperous nearby, and there are casino shows. One can rent desert motorcycles, and I will take you to the desert to play. The infield show of one hotel is very classic.

There is also one of the most delicious ones nearby. "

Roy was silent.

"Which one do you want to go to first?" Steve fetched water for him and waited for him to rinse his mouth.

"I'm going to play in the desert." Roy smacked his lips.

"Okay." Steve squeezed a towel to wipe his face.

Roy sat on the sink, waiting for him to apply face cream.

After serving, he took the person off the sink, and Steve kissed the person who exuded his favorite smell, raised his eyebrows, "But as you wish, it's all honeymoon suites."

Roy kicked his crotch, but was blocked by someone laughing.