Wine and Gun

"I don't know." Albarino whispered in his ear, his breath swept hot and humid across his auricle, "If I knew, I wouldn't let you go there."

Hestal wanted to retort, he didn't believe it intuitively, but his headache was almost too bad for him to think about it. He frowned and said, "Your lies—"

"I didn't lie to you," Albarino interrupted, frowning a little, his voice mixed with what seemed to be a sincere tone and a sense of something - Herstal didn't know that What, perhaps, for human feelings or something that he thought could be common sense but to normal people could only be attributed to fear - real contempt.

What he said next would sound very bizarre to a sane person, but apparently he thinks it's a universal truth: "It's past the point where I need to lie to you, and it's past the point where I'm going to use Elliot. The stage where someone like T. Evans will test you. Since you're not stingy with showing me your beauty, I'll..."

Herstal had a hunch that Albarino could turn the rest into a love poem that was absurd. But Herstal is like a balloon, and once it's popped, it's hard to get anger back to its previous level.

——That's the level that really made him think about slitting the opponent's throat once and for all.

Herstal took a deep breath, reached out and patted Albarino's rib, signaling him to let go of his hands. So Albarino let go of the hand around Herstal's shoulder, took a step back, and stood up straight.

Hestal stared at his face and asked directly: "How much of all the words you just said were casually said to coax me?"

Albarino glanced at her and seemed to want to smile as usual, but for some reason, he didn't smile in the end.

He paused for a while, then asked back, "What do you think?"

Herstal was silent for a few seconds, then spoke again, his voice cold and hard: "Kneel down."

Albarino was very kind and didn't ask why the other party wanted him to do this, and he didn't even hesitate. The rough surface of the jeans fell on the soft soil, and he could even feel the wet and cold touch of the soil at night.

Herstal stepped forward and looked down at him.

Then Albarino took two knee-steps in Herstal's direction, watching as Herstal stretched out his hand and ran his fingertips through the strands of hair on his temples. Then Albarino leaned forward slightly, rubbing the side of his face against Herstal's crotch.

"Do you like those fantasies about dogs?" Albarino asked in a breathy voice, using the skin of his cheekbones to run over the gradually hardened organs in the fabric of the other's trousers.

"What?" Herstal clicked, narrowed his eyes, still slowly stroking his hair, "locking you up and restricting your freedom?"

"Will I not be free then?" Albarino asked rhetorically, adjusting his posture on his knees, arching the fabric of his trousers with his nose, then clenching the zipper of his trousers with his teeth and pulling it down. When he did everything, he put his hands behind his back solemnly, and held the wrist of the other with one hand, as if this was a wonderful knowledge.

He spat the zipper out of his mouth, then raised his head, the corners of his mouth raised happily: "How about you, Herstal? Are you free now?"

Herstal still touched his hair one after another, his voice filled with anger that had not yet faded: "You talk a little too much."

Albarino snorted from his nose, then deftly used his teeth to peel off the fabric of Herstal's panties, rubbing the tip of his nose against the pale, tender skin near his groin. He felt Herstal's hand leave his head, and there was a rustling of fabric—Herstal tugging the belt of his trousers, which hung low over his hipbone.

Then Herstal ordered: "Head up."

Albarino knew what he wanted to gān, so he complied. Herstal looked down at him, a circle of irises as pale as the color of a tropical ocean under the unturned headlights, flooded by dilated pupils. Herstal then passed that belt around Albarino's neck, threading the punched end of the belt through the buckle again, gradually tightening it.

Albarino stumbled slightly by this action, and had to reach out and grab a section of the belt, rubbing his fingers across the diamond-shaped patterns on the leather. He shifted his center of gravity, licked his lips needlessly, and put the other person's head in his mouth.

At the same time, Herstal suddenly pulled the belt and forcefully forced Albarino to swallow the whole organ - that's not easy, some people will get some information about this from some strange website erroneous impression of behavior. Albarino choked a little, but she was still functioning dutifully.

Herstal could feel the other party's soft throat muscles spasming and trying to squeeze the foreign body out. He grabbed the stubble on the back of the other party's head with one hand, and continued to tighten the belt with the other hand, and fucked it even more. .

Albarino slammed a hand on his hipbone, pressing his fingertips into those tense muscles, letting out only a few heavy gasps. From Herstal's point of view, he could see his eyelashes fluttering, the light from the headlights cast a faint shadow under his eyelashes, his lips were red from rubbing, and saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth. .

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