Wine and Gun

"Does it hurt?" Albarino asked.

"...one of the side effects." Herstal replied in a low voice. He was actually happy that there were no side effects to the point of overflowing. It seemed that there were some unlucky people who took the drug. His life in prison is hard enough, and it's about not adding the "someone staring at his wet chest" part.

Albarino hummed, and the next moment his fingers landed on Herstal's chest, pressing the pulp of his fingers carefully and gently around his dizziness. Sometimes Albarino would touch his head during sex, but he didn't seem to want to grope as carefully as he is now. Having said that, this seems to be more revealing than rough biting with his teeth.

Herstal struggled slightly, Albarino still slowly grinding in his body, and now his entire lower body felt soft. Herstal asked in the interval of gasps: "What are you gān...?"

"Check for nodules," Albarino replied solemnly. "Some medical papers indicate that flutamide is at risk of developing rǔ adenocarcinoma."

If it wasn't for Herstal's hand being chained, he almost wanted to choke his neck with his hand, but Albarino held his shoulder in the next second, and at the same time slammed his lower body - this He came down a little bit off guard, and Herstal's whole body shook, feeling his thighs trembling like a spasm.

All the groans got stuck in his throat, not a word came out. At this moment, their chests were pressed against each other, and they could hear each other's strong heartbeats through their skin and bones. The next second Albarino straightened up slightly, he still held Herstal's shoulder with one hand and rested the other on the board, then leaned down, his lips pressed against Herstal again 's chest.

His lips still brushed lightly against the skin around the rǔ dizzy, and he slowly kissed in the other direction, with a little heavier force than before, and brought some tolerable pain—flutamide rǔ room feminine The side effects are very common, and Herstal knows that the feel of his chest at this moment is definitely not the same as the full muscle of the chest. The side effects will bring a softer touch and... bad sagging. Obese men who eat junk food cause rǔ room development will know. Herstal knew that according to his medication time and body fat rate, it would not be so bad, but it was not the first time he and Albarino went to school, and the other party would definitely notice the difference.

Albarino heard Herstal hissing. In fact, the other party should not be in so much pain, nor was he someone who couldn't bear the pain, so the other party made such a sound probably because he simply wanted him to back away.

Albarino straightened up again, and it was an unusually slow sex, their bodies still connected, which was intimacy in effect. Herstal was watching him, and the moonlight fell in a bright shard in those blue eyes. Albarino realized that the other person's earlobe was slightly darker, obviously hot and soft.

"What?" he asked. "You can weigh the sacrifices you have to make to get what you want, and accept the proposals of those scientists, and be shy in front of me?"

Herstal blinked slowly, a dark shadow beneath his high eyebrows, and said, "Shame is a human instinct."

He paused, then added, "When people feel weird and isolated, they do."

Albarino smiled, and then he moved again, and the sound of water in the darkness seemed to be very finely stirred. He leaned over and licked Herstal's earlobe, which was indeed hot and soft, softer than Herstal's own core, more vivid and straightforward.

The body trembled under him with an excess of pleasure, but he didn't have the feeling that his own net was finally wrapped around the head of the prey - it was a different feeling, because it was not the skin of the prey under him, The bound hands are the claws of the predator. Instead, it felt as if they were standing on the top of the dark mountain of dawn, and the new world had only opened up to them.

"Then discard those instincts," Albarino murmured in Herstal's ear. "You are invincible."

Albarino's control of the time is very precise, so after the two people have sorted their clothes, it has not yet reached the "one hour" that he made an appointment with the prison guard outside. The rest of the time was enough for Albarino to open the windows, let the good air out of the room, and pack other things.

The light was turned on again, and it was a little dazzling for Herstal, who was used to the darkness in the room before. He sat on the edge of the room and moved his numb fingers, watching Albarino put the rubber gloves, Tissues, etc., which had cleaned up all kinds of liquids, were put into a ziplock bag, and then the bag was thrown into a college-style backpack in the corner - apparently one of the props he used to disguise "William Quinn". one.

"Why 'William'?" Herstal asked suddenly, as he carefully cleaned the room of any fingerprints and DNA traces that might have been left.

"Why 'William'?" asked Gabriel Morgenstern at the time, their last interview in "Sodom," this time with only one person in a comfortable sofa chair , Zacharias wasn't there, and Gabriel herself was sitting so casually that it was doubtful that she didn't realize that she was powerless, and the man sitting opposite her could easily break her neck.

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