Chapter 361 Desire
His nemesis's breath was like a cat's whiskers, warm and soft, murmuring and trembling vaguely, as unpredictable as fluff. Even though he was held tightly under someone, he still seemed as if he could slip away at any moment.
They kissed, many times, tenderly and cherished, peacefully and intimately, roughly and urgently, passionately and wildly... But at this moment, the Savior still felt a strong and trembling desire to capture her. He wanted to grab his moon, and then stuff all the ugly and sinister things that belonged to him into it, and then swallow it whole.
Kisses, small, dense, endless kisses. The cushions beneath him were so soft that they seemed to sink into him. The professor felt a little lost, and he scratched his fingers frantically. Then someone pressed his head with a hand, and the back of his head was supported by another palm.
"...Stand up, you're so heavy."
In between the rapid and passionate kisses, the professor pulled out one hand with some dissatisfaction and pushed away the guy who was pressing on him.
Obviously, this man did not look strong. As a god who controlled the wind, his movements were as light and graceful as his name - but his height and muscles were real, and at this moment, he was still pressed down and unable to move. The height difference, which was not obvious at ordinary times, was enough to cover him completely at this time, bringing an inexplicably strong sense of oppression.
The world was spinning.
Nova was stunned for a moment, then realized that they had somehow switched positions. Now he was lying on top of the other person with his legs spread apart, his hands helplessly pressing on the person's shoulders.
He tried to sit up, somewhat dazed, his knees instinctively clamping around the man's waist. The next second, the black-haired young man's body suddenly trembled violently, and he immediately curled up and groaned. Perhaps to help him stabilize his center of gravity, or perhaps to prevent him from escaping, the guy naturally and hatefully reached out and pinched his waist, the part he couldn't touch the most.
"...Let go!" The professor gritted his teeth and tried to pry the savior's long, strong fingers that were firmly wrapped around his waist. "Are you an octopus? What a lousy habit, grabbing whatever you touch—"
"Ah, sorry, this position is too convenient." Azuka blinked without any guilt, and when he realized that he was about to provoke the other person to anger, he let go of his hand and instead grabbed one of his nemesis's paws, rubbed it on his cheek, and kissed him sweetly: "Then may I ask you to continue kissing me now, dear sir?"
The golden-haired deity lazily reclined on the sofa, his face expertly displaying a hint of innocence and grievance that made one's breath drop. His brilliant golden hair flowed freely like molten gold, and his smiling blue eyes were gentle enough to drown a person, completely reflecting the person within.
The Savior's eyes were noticeably darker than when they'd first appeared, a startlingly blue. Now, they looked like a dangerous ocean about to melt completely. The professor was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the man's collar, leaned over, and kissed him hard on the lips, a clear sound coming from his lips.
But before his nemesis could stand up, someone's hand had already slyly wrapped around him, and his fingers were inserted deep into the hair on the back of his head, deepening the kiss little by little.
The black-haired young man suddenly whimpered and instinctively tried to hide, but someone had already prepared to hold him down on the back of his waist. Another hand had already purposefully lifted the hem of his shirt, causing his slightly cool skin to twitch.
What’s even more terrible is that this bastard actually just...!
The professor's body was extremely rigid and tense, his fingers gripping the other man's shoulders turning pale with overexertion, his back arched in tension. He pressed his forehead firmly against his lover's shoulder, breathing heavily and uncontrollably. The jagged protrusions of his spine threatened to burst forth, as if they would at any moment burst forth from this body that was slowly beginning to develop an ominous premonition of losing control.
"...Sir, don't be so nervous." Azuka reluctantly kissed his nemesis's face, which was flushed and his eyelashes were trembling slightly. Was it because he was in an unfamiliar environment? Or was it that giving up the initiative now was a bit unsettling?
"Take a deep breath and cooperate with me. It will be fine soon..." He coaxed patiently and gently, "That's right, dear, that's it. You did a great job."
"...Don't tell me you were planning to stay here." The professor, who had finally managed to calm his breathing, spoke in a hoarse voice, and was then startled by the uncontrollable tremor in his own voice, and the tips of his ears suddenly felt hot uncontrollably.
The savior lowered his eyes slightly and reservedly kissed his lover's forehead, which was slightly covered with sweat. He was able to do some obscene things without restraint, while showing a gentle and helpless expression, appearing to be the most upright.
"Do you truly not understand the deeper meaning of 'continue,' my dear professor?" He whispered teasingly in her ear, "Or do you simply wish to toy with me, bully me...torture me?"
Then he was bitten in frustration.
Slandering me, changing the subject, spouting crooked theories... He bit his shoulder, his face dark as he muttered vague accusations, which was adorable. But soon, his nemesis lost consciousness in his arms. His body quickly betrayed the will and rationality he once prided himself on, and he even began to actively rub against him.
The black-haired young man rested his forehead on his shoulder and breathed. When he noticed that he was approaching with ill intentions and whispered maliciously about the situation and attitude, the other party immediately opened his mouth and bit his nose tip lightly.
"...Continue." His moon supported his chest and sat up a little. She looked down at him with her gray eyes, which were already misty and misty. She suppressed her trembling voice and ordered, "Don't go too far...and don't let it hurt too much."
………
After finally regaining his sanity, the professor lay on top of the person and thought about life, feeling a little dazed.
...Speaking of which, originally he was planning to take a short break and then tidy up his desk and organize the documents. He started to review the situation seriously, so why did he roll onto the bed, uh, the sofa now?
The evil concubine brought disaster to the country. These four familiar words popped up inexplicably in the minds of the Chinese people.
"…Professor? Are you okay?"
One hand gently stroked his wet, messy hair, and picked up the coat that had fallen on the ground, carefully and considerately covering both of them to protect them from the cold.
The savior's other hand slowly moved in, gently stroking the skin which was exceptionally smooth and cool after cooling with sweat, causing the person to tremble uneasily as if in response to stress.
But the black-haired young man didn't even raise his eyelids, and his voice was hoarse and a little coquettish, "No, I don't want to move."
...It's too tiring to take the initiative, not to mention that someone has a strong desire to control, with many tricks and methods that are really cruel, and his physical strength is not as good as that of a human - it's simply life-threatening, and he doesn't want to die young because of this kind of thing for the time being.
Azuka narrowed his eyes slightly in dissatisfaction. He remained silent for a dangerous moment, but in the end, the scales tipped in favor of the long-term future. Moreover, the other party had been very well behaved this time, and his behavior was extremely adorable, which deserved great praise. But if he bullied someone too much, there would probably be no next time.
"You're being quite delicate at times like this. I really wish we could trade places with your usual self." The savior sighed softly, reluctantly pulling his hand away. He considerately passed the water cup on the table to his nemesis's lips, and pointed out seriously, "You still have the strength to speak..."
He paused, then added indulgently, "Well, it has the strength to bite me, too."
Nova snorted vaguely, his teeth loosening, leaving a clear tooth mark on someone's shoulder. He turned his head and slowly drank a few sips of warm water from the other person's hand. He couldn't help but raise his eyelids and glanced sinisterly at the culprit who had caused his entire body to weaken. "Excuse me, but do you have a fetish for necrophilia?"
The guy thought for a while, then replied in a very serious tone, "If it's you, then it's not impossible."
professor:"……?"
Under his indescribable look of disgust, the savior suddenly laughed softly, leaned over and kissed his forehead, then kissed his wet eyelashes: "Sorry, dear, it was just a joke."
His voice was as gentle as ever, seemingly quite harmless, with a hint of helplessness and pleading: "So please don't let me see your corpse, okay?"
Those blue eyes were like a silent deep sea, staring intently at the people rising and falling on the surface of the sea from the abyss. Unfortunately, at this time, the professor had already closed his eyes involuntarily due to the laziness and fatigue deep in his body. It was as if his brain, which had been stirred into a pot of bubbling porridge, had lost its former alertness and completely missed those dangerous emotions.
"...The possibility of me seeking death on my own initiative should be much smaller than the possibility of me being tortured to death by you in bed." He muttered vaguely, then found a soft place in the other person's arms and curled up comfortably without moving.
Azuka chuckled noncommittally, lowered his eyes, and kissed the scattered hair thoughtfully and gently: "Are you sleepy?"
...It seems that if you want people to go to bed on time, this is indeed a good way.
The professor finally groggily responded after a long while. He forced one eye open, but before he could speak, the other person gently said, "Go to sleep. I'll take you to the bath."
"Of course, there's also your desk and your work..." Seeing the man close his eyes contentedly, the Savior reluctantly hugged him tighter, gathered his wet, messy hair back, and whispered in his ear, "You see, I'm always happy to serve you."
There was no answer. The person in his arms had already fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep.
Azuka slowly closed his arms, pressing the body he held deeper into his chest. As their chests pressed tightly together, the gradually synchronized heartbeats brought him a brief, sweet sense of satisfaction... but it wasn't enough, not at all.
...Or rather, he would never be able to stop longing for this person.
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