Could You Not Tease Me?

Hunt suddenly slammed the alarm.

"What do you say?" Winston lowered his head, pinching his nose over Hunter's cheek and kissing his side neck.

Blood rushed wherever his tongue went.

Hunt tried to twist Winston over with his other hand, and lifted his abdomen strongly, trying to bounce the man pressed against him, but Winston's knee directly pushed his other leg up. Te lost completely the fulcrum of leverage.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!" Hunt yelled angrily, and his heart was thick and unwilling.

His hands clasped by Winston were also crushed to the pillow, obviously he was not weak, but in front of Winston he was as ridiculous as a child.

Winston looked at him with a chuckle, but Hunter saw in his eyes the brewing desire that was about to die out.

He lowered his head and licked it between Hunter's tight lips.

His hair tip ran across Hunter's cheek and itchy.

"Are you still playing?" Winston asked.

"Not playing anymore ..." Hunt said uselessly.

Wait until Lao Tzu is done, you must not turn over!

"So you want to be interesting or boring?" Winston's jaw pinched Hunter's nose.

"It's boring! You don't have to have as much life at night! Free practice will be available in a few days!" Hunter shouted.

"Is it? Three days after the free practice. If I do something interesting that requires hard work tonight, you must have recovered by the free practice, right?"

Winston's voice was dull, and Hunt felt the other's body temperature had risen significantly, and his other leg kicked hard.

"I'm sleepy! You go down-I'm going to sleep!"

Hunt was struggling, and his t-shirt was dragged onto it, almost affixed to Winston's body.

"Do you want to die again?" Winston suddenly lowered his head and squeezed Hunter tightly.

Hunter froze, not even daring to move, his heart beating like a thunder.

"Help me out." Winston's voice was muted, but Hunt couldn't even move.

Another two seconds passed, and Hunt crossed his face with a stiff neck, and found that the blue tendons on Winston's forehead were violent, and the fingers that caught Hunt almost crushed his wrist.

"Hunter ..."

This time his name was different from the past, with the meaning of unbearable pleading.

"You ... you let go of me ... I'll help you ..."

Winston opened his fingers stiffly, and when Hunter touched him, Winston covered Hunter's lips. This time the kiss was not so gentle, and Hunter could only bear on his face.

"……faster."

"I'm already fast! Or you'll come by yourself ..."

Winston's kiss was pressed down again, and Hunter couldn't say a word, but could only redeem his ears and want this matter to pass quickly.

Half an hour later, Hunt carried Winston with a sad look on his face.

"I think I still sleep by myself. If you're worried, I'll go to sleep with Dr. Shen." Hunter said dumbly.

"Sorry to get you." Winston drew a tissue and handed it to Hunt.

Didn't this get me at all!

Hunter looked at his hands in the quilt, holding the Formula One steering wheel for more than two hours without the feeling of holding and burning.

And Hunter is sure that he really can't let Winston top himself, otherwise he didn't die on the track, but died in a more shameful place.

Hunter took the paper towel fiercely, rubbed it firmly on his belly, and threw it on Winston's body without looking or looking.

Winston picked up the crumpled paper towel, tossed it aside, hugged Hunter, and said behind his back, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"So are you scared?"

"No!"

Don't be afraid to have ghosts! But can I admit it?

"Then I help you."

"I don't! Ah! You take it away!"

"Don't mess around, what if you break it?"

"Let ’s go ... uh ..."

"You like to do this."

"Shut up ..."

"You like me to speak in your ear."

"……Well……"

Hunter froze and was clasped tightly in his arms.

"... on the quilt! Asshole!"

"Why did you come out so fast?" Winston's voice was smiling, very heavy and sexy.

"Because I'm a normal person!" Hunt backed angrily and slammed into each other.

"If you move again, we can reach each other until dawn."

Hunter was stiff and motionless.

The next morning, Hunter got up and ran, and Winston took him back.

"where are you going?"

"Find Dr. Shen for breakfast!"

"and then?"

"Have a technical meeting! Don't worry, I won't stay alone!" After that, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, and ran out of the room.

Sitting on the bed, Winston held his forehead firmly and exhaled.

"... when can I really touch you?"

After breakfast with Hunter and Shen Chuan, there was no technical meeting. Instead of going back to Winston's room, he went to find another person.

When Owen opened the door and saw Hunter, he was surprised: "Why? Why are you only one? Winston?"

Hunt squeezed in directly, sitting on the sofa, and said in a thoughtful manner, "I thought about it and summarized it."

"what?"

"Teach me how to overwhelm Winston!"

Owen was taking a sip of mineral water, squirting it out, and then lowered his head and coughed desperately.

"Hey……"

Owen shook his hand and frowned at him: "Did you seriously think about this?"

"Otherwise ..." Hunt tilted his head. "Or you?"

"It's not me who can't, it's you who can't." Irving smiled so deeply.

"I can not?"

Hunter smiled as he turned his face.

Owen sat down along the edge of the bed: "You are charming, Hunter. But ... a little bit overwhelming."

In the next second, Irving only felt the shadow in front of him, even if his response was keen to rush into the buffer zone on the high-speed curve, he could calmly turn around, but when his wrists were slammed on the mattress, his back was all When he was dizzy, he opened his eyes and found that Hunter didn't know when he was sitting on his waist, and his hands were clasped in his ears.

The heart sank abruptly, and his body trembled, because at this moment he had the illusion that he had become the other's prey.

"What now?" Hunt asked, turning coldly.

Owen swallowed and looked at Hunter. He had the illusion of being killed by the opponent in a corner.

"Very good."

Owen pulled up the corners of his lips and suddenly raised his knees to lift Hunter's lower abdomen, but Hunter freed his other hand to accurately press Owen's knees back. At that moment, Irving overturned the dominant Hunter with his hand.

"Touch--" Hunter cursed under the bed, and stood up.

Irving slowly unscrewed the lid of the mineral water and took another sip.

"How do I think the way you just pressed me was mostly Winston used on you?"

Hunter was bored and didn't speak.

"Actually, what if you overwhelm him? Overwhelming him does not mean that you can subdue him. It's like treating me just now. You succeeded in overwhelming me, but I was quickly lifted off!"

"Then teach me the trick of overturning! I don't want to be crushed anyway!" Hunt thought for a while, adding, "I don't want to be subdued by him!"

"It's harder than teaching you this fool to win Winston's blood vessels ..." Irving sighed, thinking for a few seconds, "Well ... think about it, it's quite interesting! Although the results may not change, But at least the energy consumption of Vann Winston? "

"what?"

"Come here! Let's study, how can that guy be pressed every time you can't stand up?" Irving beckoned to Hunt.

"You're so pressed you can't turn over!"

"Ah ... Hunter, Hunter, we have to face our failures before we can succeed."

Irving threw the water bottle away and fell directly to the bed.

"what are you doing?"

"Parody, now I'm you, you're Winston."

Hunter immediately got excited, learning what Winston looked like last night, clasping Irving's wrist with both hands, and the left leg's knee pushed the other's right leg up.

"Hey! You have failed twice! The first time is how can you give him a chance to push your leg up? When you feel his leg is about to move, you should immediately come over the waist and legs With the same side, how can you give him the opportunity to suppress the most aggressive place in your body? "

"Then where did I fail the second time?" Hunt asked curiously.

"He's holding you down like this, he can think of what to do next with his toes."

"What does your toe think he's going to do?"

"Of course I bowed my head and kissed you strong!" Irving sighed helplessly. "At this time, most of you fools just know that you are pouting your head and tilting your head!"

"Then what should I do?"

"At this time, your most aggressive force is your head!"

Speaking at a later time, Irving suddenly raised his head and hit Hunter's nose bone, Hunter immediately raised his head to dodge.

"This is because you are not close enough. If it is close enough, I will keep your blood on the spot!"

Hunter looked at Owen with his mouth half open.

"Don't worship me too much." Irving raised his chin. "Not up yet? Really want me to break your nose?"

Hunter got up immediately.

At this moment he really felt a sincere admiration for Irving.

"The first time you were scared to run away? How did Winston stop you?" Irving asked coolly.

"I don't remember ... I was lying on the bed directly, that guy clasped my waist ... Damn, he was so strong that it didn't matter how I crawled forward!"

Suddenly, Irving's slap fell on Hunt's head.

"You're stupid! You're stupid! Are you still facing Vann Winston? Don't you know where he's going to go from?" Irving had a "you guy's hopeless" look.

"How did I know where to go from here before!" Hunter stiffened awkwardly.

Owen wiped his face: "Did you not know or did not expect?"

"To be precise ... I didn't expect ..."

"Then you remember later, don't use your back to face him. If you do that, there is almost no way to live. Just call you an ambulance!"

"But I ran away that day!" Hunt said.

"Then you think you can run away a second time?" Irving smiled coldly.

Hunter's heart suddenly seemed to fall from Hawaii to Antarctica, and it was completely cold.

"If you accidentally happen a second time ..." Owen turned around and hooked his fingers at Hunter, and Hunter would notice, clasping Owen's waist.

"Remember, don't lean backwards, as Winston's reaction will easily clasp your ankle and pull you directly to the bed."

Hunt nodded strongly.

Owen is so amazing!

Even this was expected!

"You have to pretend to be on your side, and then hit his waist fiercely from the side!"

Owen suddenly fell, and Hunter supported his waist, but Owen immediately used his sideways force to pull his leg toward Hunter's waist, shocked that Hunter loosened his waist to block his leg, but did not expect Owen just pretended to run away while Hunt let go.

"Do you understand?" Irving raised his chin on his hips.

"understood!"

"I hope you have a chance to use it." Irving expressed an uncertain expression to Hunt.

So they took another hour to practice until Hunter's phone rang and Winston's name was flashing.

"Ah, he can't see you for a moment."

Hunter made a quiet gesture and connected the phone: "Hey, Winston?"

"where are you?"

A deep voice sounded.

This made Hunt wonder if the exercises he had just done were useful.

"I bought two snickers, and I'll go back immediately!" Hunter knew that Winston would call and must have found that he was not with Shen Chuan.

"Ok."

After a few words, Hunter hung up the phone, opened Irving's mini-fridge with a swing, took out the two snickers inside, and shook it.

Irving smiled helplessly: "Get out!"

Hunt opened the door and returned to Winston's room.

"Well? Your technical meeting is over?" Hunt asked.

"Well." Winston frowned slightly. "Didn't I tell you, don't you be alone this time?"

"I'm staying somewhere. And that guy may not have come to Singapore!"

Hunter smiled and sat down on the sofa.

He felt Winston's face come over, leaned against him, and kissed quickly.

The kiss was very strong, and the tip of his tongue was so powerful that Hunter was subconsciously evacuated from the side while being kissed.

When he nearly fell off the edge of the sofa, Winston clasped his lower back and kissed harder.

When Hunt was out of breath, Winston let go of him.

"You worry me."

That sigh softened Hunt's heart.

"Sorry, I'll be careful."

"Um." Winston closed his eyes and touched Pen Hunt's forehead with the tip of his nose. "Aren't you always saying it's boring to be with me?"

Hunter's heart made a slight "bang-" sound, thinking of the so-called "interesting" things last night a bit nervous.

On the one hand, he felt that Winston's deeds were deeper than himself, and on the other hand, he felt that he should always experiment and practice with Irving for so long. Is it useful?

"What do you want to do at night?" Hunt asked.

"Play games with you. Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Winston asked.

Hunter exhaled in his heart.

"Okay! Alright! Play games!"

This is safe! This won't hurt anywhere!

So they sat back in bed, holding their cell phones, and started the "bombing of the world". At first Winston always won, which made Hunt couldn't help doubting, was this guy trying to practice mobile games when he didn't know?

Gradually, Hunter got better and better, and there were some powerful opponents from Winston. It was just forcing Hunter to progress. After more than ten rounds, Hunter even won Winston.

It feels like it has been chasing behind the opponent for more than 50 laps on the track, and finally overtakes on the last lap. Patience is almost exhausted. If he won't win, Hunt will give up this game.

"Ah! I won! I finally beat you!" Hunter threw the phone and almost fell over Winston to the bed, but fortunately Winston pulled it back.

Winston said nothing, just leaned on the bed.

Hunter suddenly turned over and put his left hand and left leg on the opponent.

"Yes, you won. If you don't win, you might say your phone is not as good as mine."

"Am I such an unreasonable person?" Hunt said dissatisfied.

"Don't you?" Winston laughed, and God knew that Hunt liked to look at him with a smile.

Under the soft bedside lights, Hunter looked at Winston and suddenly thought how his aesthetics in the past ten years were so amazing? Why did Winston's eyes, his nose, and the curvature of his lip line look so good?

The blood rushed to the top of his head, and Hunter didn't know what was going on. He just sat on Winston's body.

The man was surprised. When he was about to raise his hand to hold Hunter, Hunter suddenly pressed his raised wrist against the bedside.

"Hey, I have managed to win you, so I have to be a little rewarding, right?"

After this sentence, Hunter's heart beat like a drum.

If Winston said that he had won him countless times just now, wouldn't he have received countless rewards from Hunter, then Hunter could not cope.

"What reward do you want?" Winston raised his chin and looked at Hunt.

His eyes sank, but the temperature became hot.

Hunt knew that what he was doing was setting himself on fire, but he still wanted to. And with the free practice soon, Winston won't hurt him.

"Whatever I do, you must not move," Hunt said.

"That's impossible." Winston answered quickly.

Before Hunt had been disappointed, Winston said, "Ten minutes. I'll give you ten minutes to show off your power. Otherwise, don't blame me."

"Okay!" Although Hunt thought it was unkind to win the initiative in this way, but ... leave him alone!

He set an alarm on his phone for ten minutes, and Winston just said, "What do you want to do ..."

Hunter threw the phone and suddenly pressed Winston's chin with one hand and kissed him.

With almost no response time, Winston opened his lips, and Hunter couldn't wait to squeeze in, the carnival twirled.

Just when Winston was about to roll him up, Hunter abruptly looked back and said, "Hey, don't move, including your tongue."

After saying this, Hunt was proud.

"You'll regret it, Hunt." Winston looked at him, and there was some kind of subversive power in those quiet eyes.

Hunt just hated him as if everything was in his hands.

"I regret it!"

After speaking, Hunter was pressed down again, and revenge usually rolled Hull in Winston's mouth.

He sucked, with his unwillingness and helplessness.

Winston's muscles stretched. Hunt knew that this guy wanted to move, but could only bear it, but if he could move, what would he do?

First, kiss back fiercely, or back up?

Whatever Hunt knew, Winston did it instinctively, not for the initiative.

Thinking of this, Hunt's original wayward kiss slowed down. The tip of his tongue slipped over the sides of the other's tongue, stroking back and forth, everything felt sharp, Winston's breathing, his body temperature, his squirm in his throat ... Hent's initial excitement precipitate After that, my heart was full of emotions.

He squeezed his upper lip, and tipped his tongue between Winston's lips. Hunter enjoyed the moment more than a warlike kiss. He let go of Winston's wrist and turned his fingers into the other's hair.

This was his first touch of Winston's hair, much softer than he thought.

Hunt lowered his head, kissed his forehead, kissed his hair, and his kiss fell all the way to his hair.

Winston's hands were raised freely, and Hunter pressed them back immediately: "You can't move if you say yes, time is not up yet!"

Winston closed his eyes and raised his chin slightly: "Don't go too far ... Hunt."

"Compared to your day ... I didn't do anything excessive!"

Hunter said dissatisfied.

He lowered his head to kiss Winston's chin, hooked his masculine neck line with the tip of his tongue, and bit it gently. Even if he wanted to bite off all his lines, Hunter knew I can't bear it.

He kissed him across his clothes, and Hunter suddenly found that he liked everything about this man.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Winston: You are a little lion who doesn't know the height of the earth.

Hunter: Ah?

Winston: I thought the little paws would shine brightly in front of an adult male lion.

Hunter: Ah?

Winston: Who knows, the male lion can shoot you down with one paw.

Hunter: Oh ...

Winston: Then I can't get up again.