[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

Bruce slashed hard enough, half of the flesh on the fingertips was lifted, revealing the bright red flesh like flesh inside, the blood was like plump pearls, rushing out of it and then drooping down the index finger The amplitude falls into the clear goblet.

Seeing the scene of Batman's self-mutilation, Ryan didn't hesitate, and walked over quickly. His white hair danced gracefully because of his master's movements, and his legs wrapped in silk trousers moved forward, forming a Wonderful, hard to take your eyes off the scale.

"What are you doing?" Ryan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the voice squeezed out of his throat was terrifyingly low.

Bruce glanced at Ryan lightly, then pulled his lips up and smiled, an extremely playboy smile.

He didn't take Ryan's eager anger into his eyes at all. Maybe he knew that he couldn't restrain himself from testing Ryan's bottom line.

What Ryan showed in front of him was always unexpectedly patient, or was it just because the target was him?

In short, Ryan will restrain himself for him, so the 'Dark Knight' can be controlled by Batman.

Bruce asked, "Don't you want it?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, he glanced at Bruce with unbelievable eyes, and then his eyes fell on the blood in the cup. He has no interest in drinking human blood, even if the power in his body that supports his operation is magic.

But even the devil eats the soul, not blood. He just uses magic power, which doesn't mean he is a devil, although he can't be regarded as a human being at all.

How could Bruce think he needed blood?

He didn't have much private contact with Bruce, and the only memory that could be connected with blood was that day in the infirmary, when he bit Bruce's lip and fingers.

So Bruce did it on purpose.

He has done a lot for Bruce, so Bruce repays him in this way, which is tantamount to offense and even humiliation to Ryan.

Bruce refused to consider his opinion, still insisted on going his own way, but reciprocated him in this way, as if he really needed this.

He would rather Bruce use him as a matter of course, because he is a part of Bruce, he was born to protect Bruce, so as long as Bruce needs it, he will serve Bruce, this is his nature, the meaning of his existence.

Bruce obviously didn't take what he said to heart.

Ryan pursed his lips, and moistened his pale lips with redness. His deep red eyes lit up with a red light belonging to the demon clan, and his breathing became deeper, which made Bruce even more determined. My own opinion.

About the idea that Ryan is a vampire.

And the consciousness existing in this body is indeed related to him, and Bruce has now affirmed that he is indeed a part of himself.

But it's not just me, for example, now, Ryan Brea has become a vampire with a strong desire for blood.

In order to prevent Ryan from biting others, Bruce can give him his own blood.

Fortunately, Ryan didn't need much blood.

Ryan stared at the cup for a long time, then suddenly snorted, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, it removed his usual indifference, with an indescribable charm, and a little indistinguishable fragmentation.

Not only is Ryan Brea an excellent skin, but his voice is as well.

Ryan pressed the cup in Bruce's hand with one hand, stepped forward, and put one leg into Bruce's penis, and the two of them were almost touching.

Ryan squinted his eyes, and his red pupils turned into vertical shapes, making him look less and less human.

He is not a human being at all, he is an artificial weapon, a vampire in Bruce's eyes, an unclean man covered with demon power, and the shadow of Batman.

Leian raised his lips with a lingering smile, and the tip of his tongue slid across his lips. With his movements, his face became more beautiful and charming.

The glowing red eyes are like a scene of hell, reflecting Bruce's stern face, there are ripples inside, it is the temperature of hell, it seems that everything put inside has been melted, including Bruce's face in his pupils. Ghost up.

"What do you think I am? Do you need a little pet from the owner? I'm sorry, you know, I'm not just your little pet."

Ryan stretched out an arm across Bruce's shoulder, landed on his neck, and slowly and ambiguously climbed down to his strong back. With the strength of this hand, he was firmly hanging on Bruce's body.

Bruce's expression remained unchanged, allowing Ryan's highly suggestive actions.

He realized that Ryan's intention was not the case, he should have wanted to say something to himself.

Bruce also didn't know which link had gone wrong and made Ryan agitated. It wasn't simply because of the agitation of sex, but because of the agitation of venting some kind of emotion.

But this is indeed the result Bruce wants, and he doesn't want to talk too much with Ryan.

Ryan would talk to him about nothing more than simple things that would surely drag him on during the day, and Bruce didn't want to discuss that because his answer wouldn't change no matter what.

More importantly, out of some unexplainable emotions, he didn't want to see Leian's disappointed eyes after getting his answer.

Perhaps Ryan never knew that he was not a very good master of emotional control.

He is not as calm and rational as Bruce, he is more like Bruce seldom reveals, and he doesn't even know if he has any sensibility.

Just like last time, in the infirmary, after Bruce fudged Ryan with ambiguous words, Ryan raised his lips and smiled indifferently on the surface, and the disappointment in his eyes almost gushed out of those two crystal-like eyeballs .

Now Ryan is obviously venting his dissatisfaction, not because he wants it, but because Bruce's words displease him.

Even so, Ryan also noticed that he avoided Bruce's wounds. He always did this, even if there was self-defeating indulgence between his actions and demeanor, he would still take Bruce's feelings into consideration.

So as long as Bruce says no, he will definitely get off Bruce and stay away from him.

In fact, he has always been very measured, even if he sometimes has a tendency to lose control, he will immediately return to reason because of Bruce's words, and do what he should do.

Thinking of this, Bruce quietly looked down at Ryan's stunningly beautiful face.

Ryan smiled sweetly: "I have more ambition and desire than a pet."

Ryan gently hooked Bruce's hand on the cup with the pinky finger of his free hand.

His slender and fine-skinned little finger hooked onto Bruce's little finger, which was obviously about to get bigger.

Bruce's fingers had become rough from long-term fighting needs, and were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

When the cold finger was attached to his own warm finger, Bruce still froze for no reason for a moment, and it only took a second before he relaxed again.

His body reacts faster than his brain.

After his body determined that the contact would not pose any danger, his body turned its back on the idea of ​​the brain and took the lead in relaxing.

Ryan's little finger encircled Bruce's little finger like this, and that restless little finger rubbed against the inside of Bruce's little finger, and the delicate pulp brushed the callus on the side of his little finger, and then fell to the bottom of the finger, which is not easy to be touched. The scars that have been seen are almost invisible.

This is what he left when he was training to use the bat dart. Not only must the index finger and middle finger be able to throw the bat dart, but the little finger and ring finger also need to be flexible enough.

Then another finger covered it, and finally the whole hand was covered. The cold and slender hand passed through the gap between the fingers, rubbed slightly across the depression at the junction of each finger, and then slid down to the palm of the hand. The crescent-shaped nails pressed against the thick calluses under his fingers, and then inadvertently scratched across the sensitive palm.

Bruce, who was rubbed against his palm by his fingertips, subconsciously held Ryan's fidgeting palm.

It was clearly just stroking his palm, an action that would never make him feel emotional or produce any feelings on weekdays, but now it gave Bruce a completely different feeling.

He thought it must be because he drank a glass of red wine in the study just now, the degree was not high, and his slightly drunk state made him lose his resistance to this action, Bruce guessed.

However, Bruce knew that this was just something he made up to convince himself.

Ryan lowered his eyes, leaving only his slender, feather-fan-like eyelashes in Bruce's field of vision. He broke free from Bruce's palm, and interlocked his fingers through Bruce's palm. to the lips.

Ryan stretched out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked the raised piece of flesh, Bruce held his breath subconsciously, a slight stabbing pain pierced into his mind, Ryan rolled up a drop of blood, and then took Bruce's injured index finger in his mouth .

He licked Bruce's salty fingers carefully, swirled his tongue around the wound, and divine power overflowed from the tip of his tongue, healing Bruce's wound.

Divine power is the power of happiness and blessing. When healed by divine power, he will only feel a little numbness and slight itching when the wound heals quickly.

Bruce looked down at Ryan's exposed face. Ryan's face had no flaws at all. No matter from which angle he looked at it, it was clearly a death angle looking down. Ryan's broken hair, forehead, eyelids, nose tip and the bright red cheeks were all exposed. The lips, and the shape of the raised fingers in the mouth are all drawn into a wonderful scene.

Ryan licked the smooth fingertips, and after making sure that Bruce's fingers had no wounds, he opened his lips, gave Bruce a look, and signaled him to stretch out his hand.

However, Bruce continued to stretch his fingers deep into Ryan's mouth without much interest.

He stretched out two other fingers. The thumb and middle finger pressed the lip slits on both sides of Ryan to force him to open his mouth. His index finger swept the mouth, as if he was doing a pre-prison check for a criminal.

The index finger wet with saliva brushed across the left and right mouth walls from time to time, then bent the finger to the upper jaw, and pressed the clean and sharp teeth with the pulp of the finger.

Bruce's eyes became darker, and Ryan's appearance was reflected in his gray-blue eyes, and some emotions that were different from the clear and bright past also emerged in his eyes.

Ryan drooped his eyelids lazily and let Bruce sweep his mouth aggressively, until the restless fingers began to reach out to Ryan's throat, and Ryan's throat, whose sensitive parts were touched by foreign objects, was very itchy.

He bit the root of Bruce's index finger lightly, and a rumbling sound from his throat warned Bruce's behavior. The vibration of the throat pipe even Bruce's fingers felt the vibration.

Bruce, who was so stimulated, suddenly increased his breathing, his eyes completely lost the light, and turned into a lustful darkness.

He pulled his finger out of Ryan's mouth.

There was a hypocritical smile on Ryan's face, he coughed twice, and continued the previous topic in a slow tone: "At least it has to be like this."

"Got it, Batman, my dear 'myself'."

Ryan's teasing is so obvious, Bruce is not a monk, on the contrary, his desire is very strong, but most of the time, he doesn't have time to do that kind of thing, he can only do it with his own hands, and sometimes, He still held the file in one hand.

Now that the beauty is in his arms, and still seduces him with such a gesture and behavior, who can not be tempted?

So Bruce is very sincerely loyal to desire.

He pinched Ryan's waist with one hand, picked him up by the waist, and walked to the bed. During the movement, Ryan kicked over the glass placed by the table with his outstretched feet.

There was only a muffled sound when the glass fell on the soft woolen carpet, and the scarlet liquid splashed everywhere on the carpet.

That must be a lot of difficulty for Ah Fu who cleans the room every day, but who cares about the two of them at the moment.