ball magic

"Of course I won't reach out to pick the moon, and now the moon is coming to me."

This is the line in the movie "Dragon and Phoenix" starring Audrey Hepburn.

The reason why these words surfaced in Raphael's mind at this moment was not because he suddenly had a heart for literature and art, nor was it because they were standing in the country where Hepburn chose to sleep forever, but because when he saw Aimar with When he walked towards him with obvious shyness, courage and all the enthusiasm, he could only express his feelings with such a classic line handed down from generation to generation.

Because he has the same situation as Sabrina played by Hepburn

They look up at the unreachable moon, which doesn't even know they exist.

But now?

This time the moon took the initiative to approach them.

So Raphael opened his arms, he wanted to stand still and wait for this moment, waiting for his bright moon to take the initiative to enter his arms.

He only waited for a second before embracing his bright moon.

It was also at the same moment that Rafael officially thanked his silicon-based friends.

he brought it all

Javier, Hughes, Luis, and Pabrydo.

At this moment, he got everything he dreamed of, and he no longer has the slightest regret in his life.

This completely revived the silicon-based people!

After 5 years, He waited for 5 years, and finally got the courtesy He deserved!

But who knew that Raphael actually warned him in the next second, telling him to keep his own place, and don't try to peep into his and Aimar's private life.

The silicon-based people were speechless, and finally sent a super angry emoji to express their position and was completely blocked.

After deducing what it means to turn your face like a book with your strength, Raphael looked down at Aimar, who was buried in his chest and was more cute than a quail. This made him unable to hold up his little butt and tease him, "Why? Don't look at me? I thought you'd love to see me being a fool for you."

He must have looked like a fool just now, but he didn't mind being stupid in front of the boy he loved.

He didn't mind being stupid, but his little boyfriend didn't buy it, and still curled up against his chest, as if the bold act just now had exhausted all his courage.

This made Raphael couldn't help but continue to tease him, "Hey, baby, you can't just light a fire and ignore me."

But Aimar didn't say a word, as if telling him in this way, I can!

Raphael coaxed him again. Seeing that he was unmoved, he simply hugged him in this big enough bedroom and turned around a few times before coaxing him, "Do you want to dance? Tango?"

Aimar was almost dizzy by his turn, and couldn't help complaining: "Not every Argentine can dance tango!"

That's true, it's always weird, Raphael retorted in his heart.

Well, now he can only refute in his heart. (iii)

But he pushed, "But I know you will, I even know your prom date."

It sounded so peaceful, but the tangy smell of vinegar made Aimar ask with guilt and suspicion, "Who told you? Andrea?"

It must be this little traitor!

His stupid brother not only helped him out, but also revealed his truth in front of Raphael?

Raphael didn't speak, but turned half a circle to make sure that he could see the vinyl record player in the corner.

It was still in the living room in the morning, and little Louis asked a bunch of questions around it, turning it into a problem baby, but now it appeared in the master bedroom, whose masterpiece is self-evident.

Raphael would not poke this point, but whispered in his ear, "I don't even have a prom."

"I can't dance tango at the prom!" Aimar was still trying to correct him, but when he saw Raphael blinking at him shamelessly and acting coquettishly, he couldn't help but buried his head on his shoulder and sighed.

Since the Champions League final, this guy has become more and more shameless.

There must be something wrong!

Raphael patted his butt and urged softly, "Try it?"

After a few seconds, he heard the voice of bargaining as low as a mosquito, "...you dance."

What responded to Aimar was Raphael's hearty laughter.

Aimar said angrily: "Be careful with your feet!"

Raphael was extremely confident, "You can't bear it."

Aimar was too lazy to speak.

He... is reluctant... at least to his feet.

When they finally hugged each other and started dancing, Raphael finally understood why Aimar was against tango. It was indeed...not very friendly to the little dwarf, and this level of exposure was too much a test of his willpower.

So he simply hugged the deer with the broken leg, and it became another kind of "dancing alone".

His performance may not be bad, Aimar's laughter is the best compliment to him.

They exchanged kisses and enjoyed intimacy, but when they lay on the bed that was big enough and comfortable enough, under the shadow of candlelight, Aimar retracted into the shell again.

Raphael let him cover his face, and played with the belt on his bathrobe with his fingers.

"When you came out of the bathroom, I thought you would be naked." Raphael gently picked up the corner of the bowknot, pulled it up slightly, and saw his lover's body trembling slightly.

This made him put it down, and whispered into his lover's ear, "But I realize that there's nothing better than this, do you know why?"

His young and overly shy lover shook his head slightly.

"Because it's the best and most precious gift I've ever received and I enjoyed opening it."

"Look at me, Pubrido," he coaxed softly, "don't you want to see me? See the moment when I love you to the point of madness?"

This kind of words is simply too much!

The tip of Aimar's ear was hot, but still in the delicate kiss, he slowly moved his hand away and met his lover's eyes.

Those are indeed a pair of eyes full of love and affection, the alienation and indifference that was born to reject people thousands of miles away have faded away, and there is a smile after success.

It is his alone.

Because he firmly believed that no one would see Raphael like this except him, and he would never allow anyone to see him like this.

Driven by possessiveness, Aimar took the initiative to wrap his arms around his lover's neck, and kissed his gradually mature chin, the corners of his lips that were always too arrogant, the proud bridge of the nose, and the pair of eyes that made him Dearly loving eyes.

This made Raphael gently close his eyes and wait patiently.

He didn't open his eyes until the kiss landed on his eyelashes like the wings of a cicada, and pressed Aimar under his body.

It's great that his Pablo is doing this, but he likes to be in control, including this moment, of course.

He slowly undid the belt.

Without the restraint of the belt, the originally loose bathrobe was completely opened, and everything about Aimar was unfolding to him at this moment, presented in front of his eyes.

As he already knew, it was a body without any cover.

This made Raphael couldn't help tearing off the obstructing bathrobe, and after throwing it off the bed, he was finally able to appreciate the most original and most attractive body to him.

He couldn't help brushing it with his hand, as light and reckless as the fingers of a pianist playing the piano, and saw it trembling and tense under the flickering candlelight, which also made his eyes fall on the tense on the toes.

His gaze stayed on it for a few seconds before he lowered his head and kissed Aimar's earlobe lightly. When he couldn't help but want to shrink his neck, he turned to kiss the corner of his eyes.

"Look at me, Pablo, look at me like you did just now."

He saw Aimar's eyelashes fluttering, obviously he still needed some courage.

"The proposal ring, that notebook, and this moment," he counted everything he had gotten from his lover in the past two months, "these are all great surprises, but I want another one, and only you can give it to me that."

This confident tone finally made Aimar open his eyes, not only because he wanted to see how thick his skin was, but also because...

He really couldn't refuse Raphael's request, even though he didn't know what he wanted yet.

"Fantasy," Raphael's eyes wandered from his face to his toes a little bit, and when he withdrew his eyes slowly, he stared at his lover whose neck was starting to turn red, "A 14-year-old boy loves you fantasies."

Aimar felt that his endurance had reached its limit!

Although this does not prevent Raphael from easily helping him set new lower limits again and again...

This is what Raphael did at this moment. He played with Aimar's finger so that he could no longer hold it tightly, and then asked slowly: "Tell me, do you have such a fantasy about me? At what moment?"

Aymar knew he should shut him up!

But when they were lying in bed, he was often the one who lost his mind first, and he couldn't always say no to him!

But this question is different, it is too difficult to say...

"Everyone says that the one who falls in love first loses first. No matter when it is, it can't be earlier than 14 years old." Raphael looked at him encouragingly, "What about me attracts you the most?"

14 is old.

Aimar murmured in his heart the number that Rafael frankly and repeatedly said, which really gave him the courage to speak.

So he immediately hugged Raphael's shoulders, pressed his head so that he couldn't look at him, and finally said, "If it's the one you want to know, in Valencia, the night you kissed me."

It was a night that changed so much...

Even though it was only a few days, Rafael's identity was not only an opponent he longed for a battle, but also a teammate of the national team who fought side by side, and they were no longer just friends. They became lovers, an intimate relationship second only to husband and wife !

Then everything went by leaps and bounds, and only half a year later, they're lying here together, confessing to this damn fantasy...

After saying all this, he let go of the hand on Raphael's head, and he saw a smirk.

It was useless for Aimar to stare at him. Instead, he asked enthusiastically, "You haven't finished talking yet. What did you dream about? I promise I won't let you suffer."

Aimar gave him a blank stare, who will suffer tonight?

Raphael deliberately disgusted and coquettishly: "Say it, say it, say it."

This really drove Aimar crazy. He rubbed his golden hair vigorously and asked, "Do you think you are still Luis?"

But the brazen guy, who popped him on the chin instead, clearly didn't mind being a baby, also made Aimar realize he wasn't going to end the subject so easily.

He simply broke the jar and said: "Malaysia! You deliberately changed clothes in front of me, remember? You were like a peacock with its tail open!"

Malaysia?

Raphael thought of the small and damp hotel.

This made him let go of Aimar, and left the bed amidst his doubts. The next moment, he turned his back to him and slowly took off his T-shirt, "Is this what you're talking about? Pubrido?"

Jesus Christ!

Aimar covered his face and lamented, is this your punishment for me?

"Baby, you're still too shy." Raphael, who had shaken off all burdens, kissed him on the cheek, "Want to listen to me now?"

This time Aimar covered his ears.

But soon he found that one hand was not enough at all, and it was beyond his reach!

"No... you can't..."

Aymar struggled desperately, trying to get his foot back.

This is too much, really too much!

Even if he had already noticed that Raphael had a special idea about his feet, it was too much now!

"Why not?" Raphael not only suppressed all his struggles, but also passionately kissed his toes, "Baby, be confident, you are cute all over, and it is also cute."

"Who the hell wants to hear this! Which man wants to hear cute comments!"

It was rare for Aimar to swear, which also made Rafael look up, "Except for you and Louis, I will not describe anyone as cute, regardless of gender."

In the confrontation between eyes, Aimar was the first to lose, "...this feels very strange."

Raphael let go of his feet and leaned forward to raise his chin, not wanting to take Aimar's gaze from his eyes.

"Why is it strange? I kissed your whole body last time, and it's the same this time. Or do you not like my body, or my... feet?" Speaking of this, Raphael pretended to be sad, "So You don't like watching me play football."

"……To shut up."

"Do you really not like it?" Raphael asked, he knew that he would know the answer as long as he worked a little harder, and worked a little harder.

Aimar didn't scold him again this time, but kissed him directly.