Chapter 417 Can’t
The professor returned to his room with a blank expression.
He closed the door and just turned around, he saw the person who had just argued with him in public sitting upright on a chair, with an elegant and calm posture, but a look of extremely resentment in his eyes.
The professor was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure: "..."
He frowned, subconsciously observing his surroundings. Seeing his lover's shoulders tremble noticeably, Azuka's eyes flickered with frustration. "I checked, and there's no power from the God of Love here."
"Hmm." The professor blinked slowly, thought for a moment, then looked up at him. "You performed well just now. I commend you."
"...My dear," the Savior said quietly, "I am not at all pleased to receive such praise."
Nova was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him - well, he did not look very happy, and his whole body seemed to be submerged in a cold and gloomy shadow, dividing the well-defined face into dark areas.
This guy was sitting quietly alone in his room waiting for him. Apart from the slight rise and fall of his chest, it seemed difficult to prove his real existence, which made his gentle and beautiful face reveal an almost eerie silence. Only his pair of blue eyes were staring at him with extreme persistence, completely reflecting his shadow... and only reflecting him.
"...Although it was just a necessary strategy, I'm sorry for saying some harsh words to you just now." The professor was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said, "...and I shouldn't have praised you?"
Azuka: “…”
He sighed, waved to someone, and then watched with satisfaction as the black-haired young man walked towards him almost without thinking - then stopped a few steps in front of him, with a hint of animal-like alertness in his eyes.
...Tsk, what's the use? he thought with pity.
"...Come closer, sir." Someone coaxed in an unusually gentle tone, "I won't bite you."
"You've bitten it quite a bit," the professor pointed out coldly.
But he still took a few steps forward, getting closer to the person - until someone pulled his wrist lightly, and he suddenly lost his balance, staggering towards the person, his arms subconsciously supporting himself on the back of the chair, and his body was trapped between the other person's legs.
Without warning, Azuka reached out and hugged the waist that was so close to him, suppressing his subconscious struggle with his palms, and buried his face in the soft abdomen without hesitation, feeling the warm and fresh body in his arms, and sighed with contentment.
“—Let go!”
The professor shuddered violently as his warm breath seeped through his clothes and onto his skin. He felt his most sensitive spot being held like this. The veins on the back of his hand, which was resting on the back of the chair, suddenly popped, and his fingers turned pale. He gritted his teeth and reached out to push the head that was still rubbing against his chest, almost wanting to pull out its hair.
"Who do you want to replace me with?" Azuka asked gloomily and resentfully.
The professor was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that this was a line he had deliberately designed to irritate people, and it seemed to work well - more than just well, it was simply wonderful.
"No one else, only you." He said firmly, letting go of the other's hair, and then quickly reached out and patted the noble and beautiful head of the God of Resistance and Change. "I'm only speaking to Analene, the Goddess of Love."
The person holding him didn't comment, but just lowered his eyes and gently kissed his chest, where his ribs met.
"And that last sentence." He continued calmly, "Do you really think I'm just trying to get some despicable, selfish pleasure from you?"
"Of course not, it's just some deliberately designed lines." The professor gave him a puzzled look. "If you really just want to control me, why not just lock me up? Why go to all this trouble?"
Indeed, I had secretly fantasized about locking people up for some reason: "..."
Meanwhile, his nemesis pondered for a moment, then added cautiously, "Of course, I believe your feelings for me are tinged with a desire for control. But that's perfectly normal, and not mean or selfish. As the saying goes, judge by deeds, not by heart. Since you haven't illegally imprisoned me, I don't think this is—hmm!"
He suddenly groaned unexpectedly, his whole body arched violently like a cooked shrimp, and pulled the person away from his chest.
"Damn it! Where did you bite?!" The black-haired young man glared at him angrily, his voice trembling. Looking closely, one could see a faint red tinge on his ears, and a look of panic and embarrassment in his eyes.
Even though there was a layer of clothing between them, this was still too...
"Honey, I didn't bite you." Someone loosened his teeth with an innocent look on his face and couldn't help licking the tip of his teeth. He felt a little regretful that because of the obstruction of clothes, he could not feel more carefully and clearly the wonderful taste of the soft thing that expanded and trembled between his teeth.
"I just couldn't help but suck it for a bit, maybe licked it a bit too," he replied with a smile. "And there was already a layer of clothing between us. I remember you weren't this sensitive before... Hmm, could this also be my fault?"
professor:"……"
He suddenly wanted to punch that pretty face.
He was the one who spoke seriously and aggrievedly, and he was also the one who suddenly acted like a hooligan without warning. The black-haired young man, with a cold expression, pulled the man away by the back of his collar, then turned away with a blank expression, only to be hugged tighter from behind.
"Are you angry?" Azuka gently kissed the neck of the person in his arms, sighing helplessly, "Isn't this what anger means? I said some harsh words to you during our 'quarrel', so why didn't you lose your temper with me just now?"
"Because I'm not angry about it," the professor frowned. "I knew you were a control freak from the first day I met you. Since I've been with you for so long, it proves that I can accept it - and this is all just an act."
Azuka turned the person around and carefully observed his lover's expression. After finding that the other party was indeed not angry, or had some small emotions that he did not understand, he breathed a sigh of relief and kissed the slightly frowned brows with heartache.
"Why are you so tolerant to me?" he whispered, holding the person in his arms and gently stroking the thin back again and again.
"I'm not forgiving," the professor sneered, "because I'm really mad at you now, you jerk who suddenly turned rogue."
"I'm sorry, this is all my fault." The Savior apologized graciously, "I shouldn't have bitten you suddenly just now—"
"Shut up."
Azuka chuckled softly, then closed his mouth knowingly, not teasing his lover's increasingly reddened ears. He simply hugged her tighter and rubbed the back of her neck soothingly.
…She could have asked seriously if she wanted to have sex, but it was so cute that she rarely got shy about such a small thing.
"I found something on your bed." He suddenly whispered with a smile.
The professor was stunned for a moment, then belatedly remembered the old robe he had used as a placebo.
"Sir?" The Savior deliberately moved closer, resting his chin on the man's head. His voice was so soft and almost bewitching, "Please tell me, how did my clothes end up on your bed? Hmm?"
"...The familiar smell helps secrete endorphins," the person in his arms said after a pause, then explained calmly and rationally, "It can relieve my insomnia."
He acted very calmly, not seeming to find it strange at all. The other person chuckled softly and said, "So it's just to help you sleep?"
...What else could it be used for? The professor glanced at him in confusion, but the other party didn't explain, just hugged him tighter.
"Actually, I don't mind you doing more with it." The blond young man's voice clearly had a hint of mischief, but the other man didn't understand at all. He just looked at him inexplicably with his gray eyes, as if waiting for him to explain what was going on with the attitude of analyzing a scientific experiment.
Suddenly I felt like I was bullying the savior: "..."
He sighed silently and kissed the soft hair gently.
"...It's nothing." Azuka whispered softly, "Now that I'm back, you don't have to hold it while you sleep. Let me accompany you instead."
The professor blinked and suddenly thought seriously, "But by comparison, I think clothes seem to be more convenient."
——At least he won’t suddenly get hold of you, hold you down, or do something malicious in the middle of the night.
Someone's face suddenly turned dark.
The black-haired young man stared at him for a while, then suddenly gave him an extremely nasty expression: "Just kidding, are you angry?"
He seemed quite proud of his successful revenge.
"...My dear, as long as you don't do anything that will harm yourself, I will never be angry with you." The Savior gritted his teeth secretly, and suddenly smiled gently - but that smile seemed to have a bit more dangerous meaning.
The professor immediately felt dizzy, and when he came to his senses again, he found that he had been pushed onto the bed without knowing when. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, but his vision was quickly blocked by a soft fabric.
It was the old outer robe. He was stunned for a moment and instinctively reached out to lift it up, but someone gently but unquestionably held his wrist.
"But there is one thing I have to correct you on." Azuka used his weight to suppress the struggle of the man under him, and began to unbutton the man's clothes with one hand. He was very fast, and in a few clicks, a large area of pale and heaving chest was exposed, and one of the buttons was bitten particularly hard... cough.
He admired the reaction of the person under him for a while, then slowly leaned down. The soft and shiny golden hair immediately dragged on the person's naked chest, causing a subconscious tremor and shrinking.
"It's just my sir," the savior said without hesitation, gently biting the tip of the man's ear, whose blood red had not faded at all, and whispered softly in his ear, "There are so many things I can do that clothes can't do. Do you want to try them one by one?"
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