A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

The hand was still on Heymos' shoulder, but Garlan didn't dare to move any more.

His mind was blank at this moment, making him at a loss.

The legs that were supposed to sit up but raised were even more petrified.

Garlan didn't dare to move, but the man on top of him couldn't bear it anymore.

The feeling of agitation in the depths of his body that was almost painful made him want to touch the boy under him who seemed to be the sweetest and most dangerous poison and the antidote to save him from drowning.

Heymos leaned over, wanting to kiss Garlan.

But Garlan seemed taken aback by the intense aggressiveness emanating from his body. As soon as he lowered his head, Garlan moved his head back a little.

So you advance and I retreat.

Garlan's upper body, which had been raised up a little, fell back on the soft bed,

Then, there is no going back.

Heymos raised his eyebrows as he watched the young man hide away.

The appearance of being stared at by a big black wolf in the middle of the hunt, and instantly blowing hair, exuding vigilance all over his body was so cute that Heymos couldn't help but smile.

However, the man who was regarded as the existence of the big black wolf still lowered his head and kissed after laughing.

Although the wild eyes are full of desire for prey, but this giant wolf can resist his instinctive desire to hunt, he seems unwilling to gobble up the delicious food in front of him, but wants to chew slowly , Taste every inch of the delicious prey bit by bit and meticulously.

But he was not in a hurry, he just lowered his head and kissed Garlan's forehead tenderly.

Garlan blinked.

It seems a little confused.

But still in full alert.

When he blinked, the slender and soft eyelashes lightly brushed the other's brown chin, and then, the man's Adam's apple reflected in the boy's golden pupil squirmed again, as if he was swallowing and suppressing something.

Seeing the other's eyelashes fluttering, as if making his heart itch, Heymos couldn't hold back, and rubbed the corners of the other's blinking eyes with his fingertips.

By the way, he gently wiped away the water mark at the corner of Garlan's eyes.

Heymos's kisses landed on the corners of Garlan's eyes, cheeks, and lips continuously, but very lightly.

It doesn't seem to be aggressive at all, only the traces of light pecks.

Thin and long.

Extremely gentle, like a continuous drizzle, gently sprinkled on Garlan's face.

Such a gentle kiss made the frightened boy's stiff and tense body relax little by little.

He stared at Heymos with wide eyes and gradually softened.

His hand was still on Heymos' shoulder, hesitating whether to push it away with force.

Although it was impossible to push the opponent away with his strength, Garlan knew that if his attitude was firm, Heymos would push away.

Just as he was hesitating, Heymos raised his right hand and brushed away a strand of blond hair that was messily scattered in front of his eyes.

Garlan saw the palm of that hand, with criss-cross scars and uneven skin.

When this hand lifted his forehead hair and caressed his side neck, the sensitive neck skin could clearly feel the rough traces of the opponent's palm.

His heart softened suddenly.

Heymos lowered his head, overlapping his forehead, affectionately.

Garlan tried his best to ignore the scorching hot touch as if it was about to burn, and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes, the touch of the lips moving on his cheek became clearer.

The lips that pecked his cheek for a long time finally landed on his mouth.

Not as greedy and hasty as before, as if robbing him of all his breath, this time his lips were very gentle, with a lingering lingering flow.

Because of being too gentle, Garlan's mind gradually became dizzy.

However, even with such a gentle kiss, it would still make Garlan a little out of breath if it lasted too long.

He moved, trying to turn his head.

Heymos didn't force his head down, or chase after him, but let go of his lips obediently.

The boy who turned his head panted slightly, but Heymos didn't want to waste a second, kissing his side cheek, and following his turning, he naturally slid his lips to his ear.

The cold thin lips embraced the pink ear tips.

Almost at the moment of holding it, Heymos felt the tip of his ear trembling in his mouth.

Like a frightened little animal, the lightly shaking ear tips seemed to have touched his heartstrings, making his heart itch.

However, he did not intend to let the other party go.

The tip of the tooth gently bit the tip of the ear, leaving bite marks on the tip of the other's ear with a gentle but irresistible force.

It's like a black wolf trying to figure out which is the best place to bite.

"Heymos..."

There was a tingling sensation at the tips of the ears that had been nibbled and licked.

But there was a strange electric shock-like feeling oozing out of the numbness, which transmitted the numbness from the tip of the ear all the way to the side of the neck.

Feeling a little unbearable, Garlan couldn't help calling Heymos' name in a low voice.

Because he was suppressing that kind of voice that he couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or other feelings, it sounded soft, like humming from his nose, inexplicably carrying a hint of coquettishness or even prayer.

When Garlan himself heard it, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that he couldn't continue listening.

But before he could feel ashamed, the originally slow man paused for a moment.

Because the other party's mouth and nose were right next to his ear, he could clearly feel the other party's sudden rapid exhalation.

The tip of the ear, which was played wantonly by the other party, was finally let go, and Garlan heaved a sigh of relief.

Heymos looked at the side of his neck without moving.

On the back of the boy's neck, there was a clear trace of pink, like cherry blossom petals sticking to the skin.

That's the imprint.

A long time ago, when they were both very young, Garlan had left the marks of being burned by the charcoal fire in order to protect him.

Because Garlan's clothes were already loose, unknowingly, one side of the clothes slipped from his shoulders to the crest of his arms.

The skin on the slender shoulders was white and glowing with moisture under the light.

The fair skin like milk is set off by the long golden hair spread on the bed.

The boy turned his head sideways, and the arc of the shoulder and neck winding down from the base of the ear presented a graceful arc, like the side neck of a stretched swan.

So beautiful that it seems to be a masterpiece in the world.

Too good to make people unable to restrain a violent impulse.

It is a kind of inferiority lurking deep in the human heart.

As if bewitched, Heymos bit down hard.

The sudden stabbing pain made Garlan shrug his shoulder reflexively.

But the shallow pain was only for a moment, and the bitten neck was quickly released.

When Garlan trembled, Heymos immediately came back to his senses.

Looking at the clear tooth marks bitten by him on the white skin, he was annoyed, as if wanting to make amends, he gently stroked the tooth marks bitten by himself.

Heymos' fingers were rough due to previous burns and thick calluses from martial arts training.

And Garlan's skin, which was carefully maintained by the female officer, was so delicate that it would itch when touched.

He quickly slapped Heymos' hand away.

"It's so itchy."

he said, rubbing it with his own hands, and complaining.

"You learned from Nega? Open your mouth and bite."

Heymos looked at him, not angry, but smiled.

His lips are thin and cold in tone.

But at this moment, his raised lips were moist, and when the light shone, they glowed with water.

I don't know if it was because he felt thirsty, but the tip of his tongue licked from the corner of his lips.

With the red corners of the eyes and the deep gaze in the eyes, it inexplicably gives people a seductive feeling.

That appearance made Garlan's heart tighten.

The heart beat violently.

Seeing the lips with a little water falling down again, he panicked for no reason and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

His fingers pressed Heymos' lips all at once.

He was stunned for a moment, and his fingertips shrank back suddenly as if they were burning.

However, before he could shrink back, his hand was held by Heymos.

The charming atmosphere faintly spread in the room, making Garlan's mind in a mess, and he could only look at Heymos at a loss.

Heymos held his hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed his fingers.

"Garlan."

A low voice whispered his name.

It was obviously a familiar voice, but in this situation, a hoarse voice brought a special allure inexplicably.

"Garlan..."

The man called his name softly.

One word, one word.

It seemed to be a voice from the deepest part of his chest, low and deep, penetrating into the depths of his eardrums.

The moment Garlan dazzled, the thin lips had already engulfed his fingertips.

He could clearly feel the soft tongue wrapped around his fingertips.

An electric shock-like feeling hit from the fingertips and spread to the whole arm in an instant.

The eyes of the man licking his fingers were fixed on him for a moment.

Very aggressive eyes.

Like a beast stalking its prey.

The teenager instinctively felt fear.

The little flame in his body that was originally stirred up by the other party suddenly became cold.

The person in front of him is obviously so familiar, but at the moment he is extremely strange.

Just when Garlan felt a slight chill on the back of his neck.

The man lowered his head and grabbed his Adam's apple in one bite.

The boy opened his eyes wide, and his pupils trembled suddenly.

Although the bite is not heavy, it will not make people feel painful, but this kind of horror feeling that the vitals are controlled by others...

This illusion of being hunted...

He struggled subconsciously.

He moved.

The golden-red eyes raised and looked at him from bottom to top.

With a scorching heat that seemed to rob him of everything.

The longing seeping from the man's eyes was so overwhelming that it almost suffocated him.

It was so strong that it was almost unbearable for him.

He clenched his hands tightly, but he couldn't contain the growing fear in his heart.

The two people were too close, and the strong aggressiveness shown by the other party at the moment made him feel conflicted for no reason.

Feeling confused.

unknown.

He couldn't restrain the trembling and strange feeling that gushed out of his body.

All this frightened him.

Do not……

He wants to resist.

Garlan never thought that being in this person's arms would make him feel terrified.

It was supposed to be the most reassuring place in the world, but at this moment it became the place that frightened him.

Sure enough, he still couldn't—

Gritting his teeth and gathering strength, Garlan suddenly raised his hands to grab Heymos' shoulders, and turned his head to tell Heymos to stop.

But as soon as he turned his head, on that handsome side cheek, a deep scar at the corner of his left eye was reflected in his eyes.

Garlan wanted to push away the opponent's hand to stop, and the voice of wanting Heymos to stop was stuck in his throat.

He lost his mind for a moment.

The scenes he had experienced with this person in the past flashed through his mind.

After a while, Garlan took a deep breath.

He stretched out his hand that was going to push him away, and hugged Heymos' neck tightly.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to relax his tense body.

...not out of sympathy, not out of pity.

Just distressed.

Because he felt sorry for the person in front of him, even if his instinct was resisting, he still wanted to try to accept the other person's desire.

…………

Fingers gently curled a strand of long golden hair, wrapped it around the fingertips, and held it tightly.

That feeling was like holding the owner of the blonde hair in his own hands.

Loved ones are in their hands.

Can no longer escape.

Heymos looked down at the people below him with burning eyes.

His thinking has been almost completely controlled by bottomless desires.

He kissed the blond hair coiled around his fingertips.

The movements are gentle.

But the way he stared at Garlan was completely opposite to his gentle movements with cruelty.

The golden-red eyes seem to be burning with fire, like a red gem being burned to the point of melting.

Even Garlan's obviously tense body and resisting movements were ignored by him because of this.

He directly used his strength to hold Garlan tightly in his arms, making it impossible for him to break free from his shackles.

He already felt that Garlan would resist, and he was even ready to forcefully suppress the boy's resistance.

But at this moment, Garlan stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.

The man who was on the verge of losing control froze for a moment.

Subconsciously, Heymos looked up at Garlan who suddenly hugged him tightly.

The boy closed his eyes tightly.

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly because they were closed too tightly.

Garlan didn't say anything, and didn't push him away, but hugged him tightly.

The eyebrows and the corners of the eyes, as well as the tense body, all revealed his fear at the moment.

That appearance made Heymos startled suddenly.

He woke up almost instantly.

Then, all movement was stopped.

After taking a few breaths, he lowered his eyes and embraced Garlan with both hands.

He raised his head, his chin gently brushing the soft blonde hair in the dimple of his neck.

"Don't be afraid."

He softly coaxed the boy in his arms.

"Just get here, I'll just do it here."

Heymos coaxed him for a long time before Garlan slowly opened his closed eyes.

The clear golden eyes were covered with a layer of hazy water vapor.

"……real?"

The boy who looked up at him asked him in a low voice.

Like a little milk cat that has been bullied badly, it looks pitiful, with a look of grievance in its eyes.

Looking at it makes people feel soft-hearted and affectionate.

I just want to pamper her well, take care of her at the tip of my heart, and don't want to bully her again.

"Ah."

Heymos lowered his head and stroked Garlan's cheek.

He continued coaxing softly.

"As long as you feel scared, I will do nothing."

He will feel bad.

He was reluctant.

Garlan hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I... I don't hate it, it's just..."

He paused for a long time, as if he didn't know how to describe it.

After a while, he whispered, "Wait a little longer, okay?"

He said without confidence, "Maybe... it will take a little longer..."

"it is good."

Heymos said.

He smiled and kissed the forehead of the boy in front of him.

he will wait.

It doesn't matter how long you wait.

They still have a long time.

In the days to come, they will always be together.