A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Just after noon, it is the hottest time of the day, and the hot sun is basking on the earth.

In this sweltering weather, the water curtain over the Garlan Palace has been opened.

The beautifully shaped arched pillar is suspended and surrounds the palace. It looks like a decorative building in other seasons, but this suspended arched pillar is actually hollow. It is connected to the elevated aqueduct next to it, and there is running water in it It's constantly flowing.

When the weather is sultry, the suspended arches will be opened, and thin streams of water will spray out from them, forming a thin and small artificial waterfall.

At this moment, except for the door, the other three sides of the palace were covered by the water curtain falling from the sky, which lowered the temperature in the palace a lot.

The sun was scorching hot, and under the scorching sun, even the green grass on the ground was a little wilted, and the branches and leaves of the treetops were even more lethargic.

The guards outside the palace were flushed with sunburn, and their hair was already wet with sweat, but they still stood firmly like stone sculptures, motionless.

Seeing someone coming from a distance, they raised their eyes and stared at the person coming.

After the visitor approached, several guards hurriedly bowed and saluted, and then moved out of the way.

Heymos walked quickly into the gate of the palace. The weather was too hot. He first walked to the fountain and splashed water on his face. Only then did he feel refreshed.

Then, he passed the maid who saluted him, and entered the door of the room.

As soon as he entered the door, Heymos saw Taputi standing in the outer room.

Seeing him coming in, the female officer raised her hand and put her index finger on her lips, making a silent gesture to him.

He subconsciously stepped lightly.

"His Majesty is asleep."

The female chief said softly, "There are too many political affairs during this period, and he has been sleeping late these days."

Heymos nodded, indicating that he understood.

"I'll go see him."

He said, and then walked inside without waiting for Taputi's answer.

The female officer didn't have time to stop her, so she shook her head helplessly and followed Heymos.

In fact, what she said just now meant that Heymos should either stay outside and wait, or leave first and come back later.

Who knew His Excellency Heymos would go straight in.

Forget it.

Presumably His Excellency Heymos would not have the heart to disturb His Majesty's sleep.

Thinking of this, the female officer sat down in the outer room, drank tea calmly, and waited.

After her majesty wakes up, he will naturally summon her in.

…………

When Heymos walked into the government room, what he saw was Garlan who had fallen asleep on the obsidian bench.

There was also a stack of documents on the table, and there was a rattling sound when the wind blew over.

A stone ballast carved from agate is pressed on it, so that the paper will not be blown to the ground by the wind.

On the bench behind the table, the boy leaned on the cushion, with his head tilted on the armrest on one side of the seat.

Long golden hair hangs down from the black obsidian railing like flowing gold.

He closed his eyes, parted his lips slightly, and breathed lightly.

Garlan seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The jade plates placed at the four corners of the room contained large pieces of ice, exuding a slight coolness, making the room much more comfortable than the outside.

Perhaps it was because it was too comfortable that Garlan fell asleep unknowingly.

Heymos stepped lightly, walked around the desk, and walked to Garlan's side.

The obsidian bench was wide enough to accommodate even three people.At this moment, Garlan was leaning against the side of the armrest, leaving most of the space on the left side.

Heymos stood beside the lightly sleeping Garlan, and when he turned his head, he saw the half-read document on the desk case, and the handwriting on it was very familiar.

Taking a closer look, he found that the stack of documents happened to be the idea of ​​reforming the Third Legion that he handed over to Garlan two days ago.

Garlan underlined many places on the paper, and wrote something beside it. It seems that Garlan asked him to come over to discuss this matter with him.

Since Garlan was still sleeping, he was waiting anyway, so Heymos simply reached out and picked up the stack of parchment, and began to read it first.

Just after watching two photos, a drop of water slid from the corner of his cheek to the corner of his lips along the tip of his hair.

His forehead hair was wet when he splashed water from the fountain on his face just now, and only then did water marks seep out.

I didn't feel it just now, the corners of my lips were wet a little, and Heymos, who was reading the paperwork, suddenly felt a little thirsty.

He raised his head, and saw the glass cup on the table at a glance. It should have been left over from Garlan's drink, and it was already empty, with one or two drops of water remaining quietly at the bottom of the cup.

As soon as he thought of Garlan, his eyes naturally went up and fell on Garlan.

The boy was still sleeping quietly, his brows were peaceful and soft.

Her beautiful face was like a magnolia plant quietly blooming in the morning sun, dyed with a circle of golden edges, and a little night dew rolled on the soft petals.

As long as he stays there quietly, that place will be as beautiful as a picture, and people can't take their eyes off it.

Although the temperature in the room was much lower than outside, it was still on the high side in the hot summer.

A drop of sweat oozed from Garlan's forehead and slid down his cheek.

The boy's skin was very fair, and under the bright sunlight, it showed an attractive milky white luster.

The delicate skin was stained with water marks, giving off a little watery luster.

The drop of sweat slid down the slender chin and slowly flowed to the side of the neck.

Garlan, who was sleeping, raised his head slightly, and the side of his neck was exposed defenselessly.

Against the background of the blond hair scattered on the shoulders, the young man's neck presents a graceful and dignified line like a swan.

Beads of sweat rolled on it.

Heymos stared at the sweat rolling on his milk-like skin, and swallowed meaninglessly.

So thirsty.

he thinks.

Sweat oozes from his forehead again, mixing with water marks, rolling down his side cheeks.

He raised his hand to shake the sweat that had slid down his jaw.

So hot.

he thinks.

Today's weather is so sweltering, it's so hot that his mind is a little dazed.

He unconsciously licked his lips.

His lips were a little dry.

he thinks.

So thirsty.

The golden-red eyes stared unblinking at the beads of sweat that were still slowly rolling down Garlan's cheeks, Heymos's consciousness seemed to have completely emptied at this moment.

His brain was sending him thirst signals, urgent, impatient.

so thirsty...

Driven by the burning thirst, Heymos slowly bent down, put one hand on the back of the obsidian bench, and pressed the other on the seat surface.

The space with his arms open imprisoned the unaware boy.

A light-colored shadow enveloped him, and Garlan was still asleep, unaware of the approaching danger.

On his chin, there were one or two drops of sweat that were about to drip.

Maybe the next second it will be dripping from your chin.

Heymos lowered his head, and the tip of his tongue gently brushed over Garlan's jaw.

The few drops of sweat fell into his lips.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly, as if he was holding back something.

The boy's skin is very soft, because it has been carefully maintained by the female officer all the year round, it is as silky as milk, and people can faintly feel the sweet smell of milk.

Probably feeling something, the boy's drooping eyelashes moved.

Garlan hummed lightly, and hummed from the tip of his nose, like a cat purring in sound sleep.

Hearing it makes one's heart soften.

His eyes flicked over the face of the young man below him little by little, the man's eyes were full of heat, and there was a desire hidden under the heat.

He looked at the water mark on Garlan's cheek, lowered his head again, and licked it lightly.

Originally, it was good to just think about it, but I couldn't lift my head, and my lips and tongue lingered on the other's skin.

The desire surging in his body made him unable to resist gently touching the tender cheeks of the young man with the tips of his teeth. He felt an urge to bite down hard, but he was reluctant, so he could only hold back, and carefully pressed his soft cheeks. The lips and tongues taste each other's skin carefully.

Garlan, who was soundly asleep, was still unbearably disturbed after all. Feeling his cheeks and the side of his neck being licked and itchy, he stretched out his hand in a daze, and stroked Heymos' head.

"Hmm...Nega, stop licking...itching...go lie down next to me..."

The boy who was still half awake and half asleep spoke vaguely, and rubbed the head of what he thought was 'Nega' again.

Ok?

When did Nega's hair become so short?

And it doesn't feel right to the touch, does it?

Originally, Garlan just wanted to rub Nega to make him quiet and not disturb him to sleep, but now he felt strange, so he opened his eyes to look.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the handsome face that was so close.

The hand that he was stroking Heymos' black hair subconsciously grabbed a bunch of Heymos's hair.

Originally, he wanted to pull it outside, but before he could pull it, Heymos, who noticed him waking up, raised his head by himself.

Heymos bent down and pressed on him, the shadow enveloping him tightly, watching his golden-red eyes surge with tenderness that seemed to melt everything.

That look made Garlan's heart skip a beat, and the hand that was about to pull the other's hair angrily let go involuntarily.

But he was a little unwilling, so he pinched Heymos' ear down and pulled it hard.

That bit of force was nothing to Heymos at all, instead the pinched ears felt itchy, and that feeling was transmitted from the ears to the chest.

The man's narrow eyes slightly bent.

He didn't care about being pulled by Garlan's ear, so he picked up a strand of blond hair with the hand resting on the back of the chair, and kissed it lightly on his lips.

While kissing, he looked at Garlan without blinking.

The other party's ambiguous behavior, which seemed to be teasing him no matter how it looked, made Garlan's face feel hot.

He quickly changed the subject.

"What did you do while I was sleeping?"

Heymos looked at him without answering, suddenly lowered his head, licked his cheek again, and bit the tip of his ear unceremoniously.

It was as if he was avenging himself for having his ear pulled.

After eating the tofu, Heymos looked up at Garlan and answered with raised eyebrows.

"Just did this."

Seeing Heymos's calm and righteous appearance, Garlan almost laughed out of anger.

But the burning eyes of the man looking down on him made him a little nervous, so he glanced at the door.

The door is ajar and can be opened with a push.

Garlan knew that Taputi must be outside, in case she opened the door and came in...

Just as he thought of this, Heymos' deep voice rang in his ears again.

"...I still want to continue."

said the man, in a low voice.

Heymos looked at him with bright eyes, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked his lips with his thumb, as if he was tracing the shape of his lips with his fingertips.

The rough fingertips rubbed his lips a little itchy.

"is it okay?"

Heymos asked softly.

Bewildered for a second by the golden-red eyes staring deeply at him, and by the hoarse voice oozing out of forbearance, Garlan, who was in a daze for a moment, almost nodded.

Yes, almost.

He was awake within a second.

No.

I can't continue to be led by this guy like this.

Garlan first confirmed his situation.

He was pinned on the bench by Heymos, with the back of the chair on one side and Heymos' arm on the other, it was impossible to escape.

It was even more impossible for Heymos, who was on top of him, to get up by himself.

He has to think of a way... Hurry up and find a way.

Just as the boy's eyes were rolling and trying to think of a way to escape, Heymos, who had been staring at him, quickly guessed his thoughts.

So, the man who didn't intend to give the other party any room to think directly bowed his head and kissed her.

Those pale pink lips are like flower buds blooming in early spring, green and sweet.

Ever since Heymos came into the room and saw the sleeping boy, he has been spying until now.

Now, it's finally in my lips.

The desire that has been suppressed for a long time is almost out of control at this moment.

He greedily sucked the young man's soft lips almost roughly, pried open the white teeth hidden in the lips, and penetrated deeply.

Like attacking a city and plundering land, without giving the opponent the slightest chance to dodge, he directly captured the tip of the opponent's tongue that was quite flustered and wanted to hide back.

He takes the other with such force that he seems to want to fuse it with himself.

Without any restraint, he plundered deep in the other's lips and teeth again and again, like a greedy beast.

It wasn't until Garlan let out an uncomfortable muffled sound and patted his shoulder hastily that Heymos reacted and let go of the other's lips.

Looking at the other party's lips that were extremely red from being rubbed by him, his heart felt hot, and he almost leaned over to bite it down again.

It was only when he saw Garlan gasping for breath that he barely held back.

The extreme hypoxia prevented Garlan from uttering a single word, and he could only gasp for breath with his mouth open.

Heymos' kiss was so intense that it seemed to take away the oxygen in his mouth, which made him almost unable to breathe. After a long time, the suffocation forced the corners of his eyes to turn red.

Garlan stared at Heymos, wanting to curse, but he could only gasp for breath.

His eyes were forced out of mist, and his moist pupils glowed with a layer of water, making him look even more alluring against his blushing cheeks.

Heymos's breathing paused.

He stretched out his hand, and gently brushed Garlan's eyelashes, which were stained with a little mist, with his fingertips.

"You said that you have saved me several times since I was a child."

"..."

Garlan was still panting, his chest heaving violently, unable to answer.

He thought that what he said in the underground stone palace had been heard.

It turned out that this guy had already woken up at that time.

The corners of Heymos's lips raised slightly, he stared at the person in his arms, and said in a low voice.

"Saved me so many times, in return, how about I give you my whole body?"

Garlan, who had finally recovered his breath, smiled at Heymos.

He said, "Go away."

Heymos: "..."

Then, the black knight who attacked while sleeping was driven away.

Afterwards, he was prohibited from approaching within ten meters of Garlan for a full three days.