canary in cage

Isri looked into Cecil's eyes, his heart was like a spray of red wine, and a seductive aura permeated between the two of them.

"Master..." Yisli paused, "Is what you said true?"

The corners of Cecil's lips pulled back: "Just say it once."

Then, in less than a second, Isri bullied him again and lifted Cehir against the door. Due to the quick movement, Cehir was still in shock, and Isri's lips were pressed down.

Cecil, who was held in mid-air, could not use any strength, so he could only wrap his arms around Isri's neck and let Esri move.

Finally, he was left with a sigh of relief, before Cecil took a breath and opened his mouth: "Do you still want to wash?"

"want."

As Isri said, he reached out and grabbed the door and pushed it open. Cecil was shaken violently, and he hugged Isri tightly again.

In the bathroom, Cehir was soaking in the water, leaning against the side of the bathtub in a daze, Esri tidied up the clothes he was going to wear later, and looked at Cehir.

"What is the young master thinking?"

Hearing the sound, Cehir moved his body and looked at Isri: "You said, what will happen if our affairs are discovered one day?"

Isri frowned slightly at his fingertips, knelt in front of Cecil on one knee, and said firmly, "I won't let them find out."

Cecil smiled, and his tone seemed a little helpless: "I mean, what if, what if we are sent to the stake one day?"

"No." Isri lowered his head a little, and said in a tone of unbearable: "I will hide it. Even if I am caught, I will hide you in a place where no one can find you."

Cecil snorted slightly, and tilted his head: "I don't want it, I don't like a person."

Isri narrowed his eyes, looked up at Cecil, and saw Cecil's thin lips slightly opened: "If that time really comes, I think I will choose to stand with you."

Isri's pupils shimmered, but he couldn't say anything about what he wanted to say in his heart.

"Isri." Cecil called softly, with a smile in his tone: "Why are you so timid?"

"I..." Isri gritted his teeth, and moved his eyes a little to the side: "I'm afraid of losing you."

Cecil raised the corners of his lips, and hung half of his body on the edge of the bathtub.

"Isri, do you want it?"

Isri was stunned by Cehir's words, and stared with wide eyes trying to understand Cehir's words.

"Do... what do you want?"

The person sitting in the bathtub was a little helpless because of the brain circuit of the outsider, so he could only slowly raise his hand and hook it around the other's neckline.

Cecil's fingertips were flexible, and he undid one of the cumbersome buttons with three or two strokes, and slowly circled the protruding part of his throat with his fingertips.

"Is there anyone else besides me?"

Isri's eyes widened suddenly, his face was full of bewilderment, his throat became dry instantly, and his voice was a little unstable.

"Master... what are you... talking about?"

Cecil's hand stretched down the neckline, and his voice softened: "What am I saying, don't you know better than me?"

Isri stretched his body, looked at Cecil, his eyes looked at himself with water vapor alluringly, and the slightly raised end of his eyes wanted to hook his eyes so that he couldn't move them away.

"Master..." Isri moved his fingertips, raised his hand to hold Cecil's hand, and his eyes darkened.

"Maybe it's just a chance today, maybe..." Before Cehir finished speaking, Isri lifted Cehir out of the water.

"Master, I will cherish it." Isri pressed Cehir's head on his shoulder, and opened his mouth while suppressing his voice.

"It hasn't been wiped dry yet, why are you in a hurry?" Cehir made a gesture to push Isri away.

Isri walked quickly, walked to the bed in twos and threw Cehir up, and then attached himself to Cehir's ear.

"Since the young master has spoken, I naturally don't want to waste a minute."

The breath that sprayed on his ears was a bit hot, Cehir was tickled and hid for a while, Isri suppressed his mood, and slowly got up, with the desire that could no longer be concealed in his eyes.

Seeing it, Cecil regretted why he said such things to Isri just now.

Isri loosened the neckline a little, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains tightly, and the room was instantly darkened.

Cecil laughed secretly, considering that Isri still knows some etiquette.

Isri drew the curtains and sat on the edge of the bed, his surprise was a bit unreal, it was so fast that he had no time to react.

Isri turned his head and looked at Cecil who was sitting in the dark, his slender body perfectly slid over every inch of his skin.

"Master." Isri turned around, looked at Cehir, and then gently embraced Cehir: "I love you."

The soft lips were still trembling slightly, and they moved forward step by step like a tentative step. The water vapor on Cecil's body had already soaked the bed a little, and Isri put him aside with his arms.

As if tasting this body for the first time, it exudes a tempting smell like dessert before dinner.

Isri lowered her head and kept her mouth on Cehir's collarbone. She didn't have much strength, leaving only a few red marks.

"Isri, take it easy..."

Cecil frowned slightly, his voice was a little unsteady, and the corners of his eyes had begun to steam slightly.

Isri was taken aback by Cecil's sudden movement, and quickly stopped what he was doing, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"Then give it a try." Cecil raised his body slightly as he said, pulled off the clothes on Isri's chest, and bit on it.

"Hiss~" Isri sucked in the pain, and looked at Cecil helplessly: "I don't have such strength."

Cecil lay back again, with his head tilted, his smooth and fair neck exposed to Isri's eyes: "Just think of me as revenge. I was the one who hurt before."

A trace of remorse flashed in Isri's eyes, he buried his head down, and lightly dropped a bite on Cecil's neck.

"Then young master, let's take revenge." Isri turned Cehir's head around, lowered his head and said nothing.

Today, his Cehir, his eternal Cehir, is finally his own, a treasure that belongs to him alone.

Isri moved very slowly, fearing that any blow would hurt Cehir. Just for the foreplay, Isri spent more than 30 minutes in ink, and the fine sweat on his back almost soaked his shirt.

Cehir's eyes were blushing, and he couldn't exert any strength on his body, but he felt it. Seeing the fine sweat on Isri's forehead, Cehir deliberately separated his legs.

"Isri..." Cecil's voice was wet, and he put his hand on Isri's neck: "Aren't you okay?"

Isri was taken aback by Cehir's words, and then took off his hands from his neck and pressed them on the bed, with a low voice: "Cehir, are you sure you want to say this?"

Cecil raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were provocative: "Didn't I just say that?"

"Hmm..." Before he was in a hurry to get complacent, there was a burst of pain behind him, and Cehir couldn't hold back and cried out in pain.

"How dare you?" Cecil exclaimed.

Isri lowered his head and bit Cehir's earlobe: "Of course I dare."