lost hearts

Singto's neck was sprained because Krist wanted to bite him in the hug, and he dodged backwards.

By the end of the event, it was still sore.

Krist apologized a little, but didn't regret it.

But he still graciously helped pinch his brother's neck back and forth.

His brother's neck is not as sensitive as Krist's. Even if Krist stretched out his fingers and stroked the line of the neck column a little vaguely, he would not shrink it all at once, but stretched it peacefully, letting his fingertips slow down. There is a sense of calmness and composure in sketching vigorously.

Krist kneaded singto's shoulder and neck muscles, and the long palm lines of his palms were close to the powerful curve connecting his neck and shoulders.

His brother sat in the car and fell asleep with his eyes closed, swaying to the rhythm of the moving car.

He didn't dare to use force, even the massage movements were very light and gentle.

The boy was swarthy, with his fluffy head resting against the hollow of his neck.

It has been several hours since the roll call at the end of the event and the meeting again in the evening.

Even Krist himself knows that his brother's neck may not continue to hurt at this point.

However, if he didn't do something now, he always felt uneasy.

The phone buzzed in his trouser pocket.

Turn off the volume.

But Krist still pressed it carefully so as not to disturb the boy who didn't get enough sleep last night.

Praew's name on the missed call on the screen was particularly eye-catching in the dim car, even a little dazzling.

They are on their way back from work.

The driver is P'jane.

He and singto lived together originally, but they just took krist home first on the way.

When putting the phone back into his pocket, the boy who bowed his head met a pair of quiet eyes.

It made his heart tremble violently.

Krist couldn't tell whether P'singto's expression was that he was woken up and still not awake, or that he had seen his missed call and understood everything.

The music in the car was turned on very low, which was P'jane's favorite tune.

The music that singto likes is not the same as any of them.

He likes many English songs.

It seems that they are not in a world with them.

There is a silent atmosphere flowing in the car.

The boy in his arms leaned against Krist's body, and as the car shook, the lines of his back rubbed between Krist's arms and the soft seat.

As uncertain as his mood.

up and down.

The man lowered his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes drooping thinly.

He fell asleep again.

What smelled in the nostrils was his unique taste.

His brother always wears some comfortable perfume.

Not too cold and hard, but not too warm, with no more or no softness, mixed with his faint body heat, it seemed alive.

singto is a fragrance lover.

As he once claimed, he likes to collect perfumes, and he is addicted to musk.

Krist breathed softly, as if panting too loudly would disturb something, he felt that he was going to be addicted to musk too——Singto's distinct and harmonious fragrance.

"Brother, are you here?" p'jane turned to look at him from the driver's seat.

It startled Krist, who was a little absent-minded.

"Uh," Krist raised his head abruptly, looked guiltyly at the landmarks outside the window, nodded, a little bit reluctant, "Yes, then I'll go down here."

Carefully lifting his brother's head and leaning it back against the back of the chair, and grabbing a pillow to put it in the middle, Krist said goodbye to singto softly, not intending to wake him up.

Salute to p'jane again.

The car started whirring and drove away.

Carrying Krist's heart together.