Chapter 98 Chapter 98: Turn off the lights Is he really gay...
In the top-floor private room of Youshanfang.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the night view of the entire city, and the bright lights flow like a galaxy under your feet.
The box has excellent sound insulation and is completely isolated from the noise from the outside world.
Ian sat at the dining table. The dishes they had just ordered were placed on the table between them. He glanced at Hades opposite him from time to time, his brows slightly furrowed.
Hades sat there, half of his right face covered by a silver mask, and the exposed left face looked a little pale.
“…”
His fingers unconsciously stroked the rim of the cup, his eyes wandering, as if he had no interest in the food in front of him.
In fact, the taste of the food did not arouse his appetite. Instead, it made Hades' stomach churn with an indescribable discomfort.
But he didn't think much about it, just thinking it was caused by recent excessive fatigue and irregular diet.
Seeing that Hedis really had a poor appetite, Ian went out and asked the waiter to get some appetizers.
When I was halfway through eating,
Hades suddenly felt a strong nausea. He covered his mouth and leaned forward slightly, retching a few times.
Ian was startled by this sudden situation.
He immediately put down the cutlery in his hand and walked quickly to Hades' side, his tone full of obvious worry:
"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Hearing this, Hades shook his head, trying hard to suppress the discomfort in his stomach, and said in a weak voice:
"Going to the hospital now will make headlines tomorrow."
There was a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
Ian's brow furrowed even more. He insisted, "Do you have a private doctor? You look really out of sorts."
But Hedis still shook his head: "No, I'm fine. Thank you, Lord. I'm probably just too tired."
"no, "
Ian's tone suddenly became tough. He reached out and grabbed Hades' arm, pulling him up from his seat.
"You look terrible, and your pheromones seem...out of control."
The air was filled with a cold and sharp pheromone, as sharp as a knife. Hades' pheromone had always been calm and restrained, but at this moment it was unusually strong and almost out of control.
Hades himself was stunned, as if he had not expected to fall into such a state.
"Have the pheromones gotten out of control..."
There was a hint of confusion in his low murmur, and it was obvious that he had not expected this situation to happen.
Seeing Hades like this, Ian's expression became even more serious.
"Master Xiong, there's no point in going to the hospital."
Hades looked up at Ian, his voice hoarse.
"I need...mental counseling."
The pheromones are released uncontrollably because the body is extremely lacking in the comfort of male insects.
In medical terms, this can be seen as the body's instinctive call for help.
Ian was a little surprised to hear Hades say such blunt words.
He hesitated, his eyes falling on Hades' back, where there was stiff skin beneath the clothes.
Not to mention that they had signed an agreement before marriage that was similar to fulfilling their marital obligations, the mere fact that they were already married was something Ian couldn't just sit back and watch.
Think about it.
Ian gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind:
"Going home?"
Home.
What a beautiful word.
The meal was half eaten.
But the remaining half doesn't seem that important.
Hades raised his head and his eyes met Ian's. He nodded slightly, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "Okay."
——
In the villa.
bathroom.
As soon as he got home, Ian took a shower. He was actually quite worried while taking a shower.
Fulfilling male insect obligations—for male insects or the gay self who will be as hot as a mosquito coil five years from now, it may really be a piece of cake.
However, he wasn't really sure if he could get hard.
Sexual orientation is a difficult concept to define.
For a long time, Ian felt that he was heterosexual like everyone else, but then there was a period of time when he felt that he was asexual.
But no matter how Ian felt, he hadn't met anyone who was attractive enough to make him willing to have a relationship.
Until now, he suddenly has to fulfill his male insect obligations and go into battle with his gun.
Caught off guard.
The bathroom was filled with mist.
Warm water vapor slowly rose in the air, covering the mirror with a thin layer of mist.
Ian stood in the middle of the bathroom, his wet hair still dripping with water droplets sliding down his neck.
He casually grabbed a bathrobe from the hanger and put it on, his movements somewhat hesitant.
But what's the point of hesitating now? The arrow has already been drawn and the promise has been made.
However, when Ian passed by the mirror covered with mist, his steps stopped unconsciously.
His eyes fell on himself in the mirror. He reached out to wipe the water droplets off the mirror, then unconsciously played with his wet hair with his fingers, trying to make them look neater.
At this moment, Ian suddenly realized what he was doing - he actually cared about his appearance at this time.
This subconscious action made Ian feel inexplicably embarrassed, as if his own unconscious thoughts were ruthlessly revealed by the mirror.
In a moment,
His fingers froze in mid-air, then he quickly retracted them, an unnatural look flashing across his face.
"That's enough..." Ian muttered softly. He turned around quickly and left the bathroom almost as if he was escaping.
It seemed that if I stayed for another second, the person in the mirror would see through my inner panic.
However, even if Ian walked faster to cover up his mistake, his thoughts would not stop.
He knew that he didn't really care about his appearance, but rather some deeper emotion was at work - the subconscious desire to maintain his image in front of Hades made Ian feel helpless and amused.
It really feels like the first time in love.
Is he really gay?
“Really…”
Ian muttered to himself, shaking his head, trying to clear his mind of those chaotic thoughts.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and walked towards the bed.
In the room, the air immediately began to be filled with two completely different pheromone scents.
Grape-scented pheromones quietly overflowed from Ian's body, carrying a hint of sweet fruity fragrance, intertwined with Hades's cold blade-scented pheromones.
The two auras tested each other in the air, yet a subtle sense of dependence was faintly revealed, as if silently telling of the bond between them - they had already made a deep mark.
On the bed.
Hades had already finished his bath and was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head tilted.
He was not wearing the neat military uniform, but a white bathrobe of the same style as Ian.
The bathrobe's material was soft and clung to his muscular frame, the white fabric contrasting beautifully against his dark skin.
On the bedside table,
The half silver mask lay quietly, reflecting a faint light.
Because Hades' head was slightly tilted, half of his disfigured face was blocked, making it difficult to see his expression.
As soon as Ian walked into the room, before he had time to take a closer look at him, Hades suddenly reached out and turned off all the lights in the room.
moment,
The room was plunged into darkness.
Ian froze for a moment, his steps stopped, a hint of confusion in his voice: "Heddis?"
Relying on his memory, he groped forward and slowly climbed onto the bed.
In the darkness, his fingers must have touched Hades' bathrobe.
Hades' voice came from the front, low and calm, with a hint of guilt:
"My Lord, I'm sorry. I turned off the lights because I was afraid of ruining your mood."
Ian's brow furrowed tightly as his fingers traced Hades's bathrobe, finally grabbing his belt.
He held the belt in his hand, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and questioning:
"What do you mean, Hades? Are you going to turn off the lights every time from now on?"
In the darkness, Hades seemed silent for a moment. His breathing was particularly clear in the silent room, as if he was suppressing some emotion.
After a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice low and calm:
"Master Xiong, we have always been like this. Turning off the lights was a verbal agreement we made before."
"Agreement?"
Ian's fingers tightened slightly, gripping Hades' belt tightly.
Another damn agreement.
Now, his legal partner has no idea what kind of messed up things he had agreed to with the man before he lost his memory.
It seemed as if... there was no room for him to intervene at all.
This anger was meaningless. Whether before or after losing his memory, Ian was still Ian, the same person.
However, the more Ian thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger and uncomfortable jealousy in his heart intertwined together, making it almost impossible for him to think calmly.
The male insect gritted his teeth:
"Okay, Hades, can we make a new agreement and overturn the previous ones?"
Hades did not answer immediately. In the darkness, his breathing seemed to become heavier.
After a moment, he whispered:
"My Lord, turning on the light might spoil your mood."
"?"
Ian groped for Hades' face and cupped it with his hands.
His fingers touched the half of the disfigured face and felt the different textures of the scars on the skin.
"Herdes, listen carefully,"
There was an unprecedented firmness in Ian's voice.
"We're going to make love."
Hades' body stiffened slightly, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
The scent of pheromones grew stronger in the air.
Ian's fingers gently stroked Hades' cheek, his voice low:
"Don't worry about it, just do it with me. Can we turn on the lights next time?"
In the darkness, Hades' body trembled slightly, his voice hoarse: "My lord... I..."
After squeezing out a few words from his throat, Hades fell silent again.
Ian didn't force Hades to continue.
The male moved closer gently, resting his forehead against Hades's, their breaths mingling.
In the darkness, their heartbeats seemed to overlap, and the scent of pheromones filled the air.
For Zerg, pheromones are the most direct way to express emotions.
And now,
The grape-scented pheromone was like a ripe fruit, completely wrapping around Hades tightly, seeming to have a burning touch.
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