Wine and Gun

And Albarino simply said at this moment: "You got it."

"I know," Herstal replied softly.

Chapter 137 Liebestraum

Albarino heard certain noises when he woke up.

At this moment, the sky has not yet fully lit up, and the snow has stopped, and the outside is all pure white, without any human voice; the early morning sky is a vague water blue, and the white sky light has sneaked into the room, slowly Climb to the floor, a thin layer of frost freezes on the glass of the window.

In the first two seconds, Albarino was still not very awake. He reached out and touched the side. The place where Herstal was usually lying was empty, and even the bed was no longer warm. Rarely, Herstal usually doesn't get up earlier than him: after all, the other party is the guy whose biological clock is messed up, who can't get up in the morning, and who is terribly angry.

The lost two seconds were sleepy and comfortable, but later more real feelings hit Albarino: mainly pain from the chest, although the stigma had been wrapped in gauze after applying the ointment, the burns The pain was not much relieved.

The second is the soreness all over the body... Every time Albarino has sex, it's like he's been beaten down, and it's almost like he's been bào when he goes out. After all, Herstal really likes pinching other people's necks, punching other people's faces, and admiring the look of their companions frowning in pain. Albarino swears to God that Herstal must have wanted to stab his finger into the wound in his chest last night, and the only reason he didn't was because he didn't want to destroy the line of letters.

But the burn still had its consequences: Albarino was sure he had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night, and he still vaguely remembers a time in the early morning when Herstal reached out and touched the smack of his forehead. At the same time, the touch of the opponent's fingers on his skin.

Now, Albarino carefully sat up from the chair, every inch of muscle creaking like a rusty part that hasn't been oiled in twenty years. There is a large and miserable-looking bite mark on his chest and abdomen - the reason why this is called a "bite mark" is because anyone with a little judgment will not think it is a "hickey" - the mark is from the ribs. The next way extended to the groin, the teeth marks revealed a black silt purple, some parts had broken skin, and the surface was covered with congealed blood scabs.

Herstal is such a person. When he ripped off the veneer of gentleness, Albarino wondered if he really wanted to rip and devour parts of his partner with his teeth. The previous night, Herstal's teeth had been long on his neck, his lips were touching the blood vessels that were pulsing with his heartbeat, and the roar of the long river of blood could almost be heard.

At that time, Albarino asked softly, "Do you want to tear my throat?"

Herstal didn't answer the question, he just bit Albarino's neck and collarbone with his teeth, fucked him to high cháo with his fingers, and covered Albarino when he wanted to make a sound opened his mouth and nose until his eyes darkened from suffocation.

If the person wearing the ring that matched Herstal was an ordinary person, he would be in a panic of whether he loved him or wanted his life, but Albarino would not. So at the moment he was just sitting between the sheets, carefully moving himself and listening to what sound had woken him up—

That sound didn't come from outside the window. On this quiet, Christmas morning, there was not even the sound of cars passing by outside the window. This crazy and bustling city seemed to be dead, sleeping peacefully under the heavy snow. The sound did not come from the kitchen, after all, the coffee machine was the most used thing in the kitchen by Herstal; as a child of a poor family, Herstal would not starve himself to death, but his cooking level was also very good. It's just that he won't starve himself, and after realizing this reality, he no longer tries to cook.

It was the very soft sound of music that woke Albarino.

It seemed to be a familiar tune, but because the voice was so soft, Albarino didn't realize what it was for a while. But his intuition told him that it had something to do with the missing Herstal.

So he obeyed his instinct and slid down the bed, and when he stood up, he let out a soft hiss because of the change in his movements. A darker bruise is slowly forming on the side of his waist, where Hestal had kicked him when he knelt at his feet yesterday.

Albarino staggered out of the bedroom, and the living room was the same as when they left yesterday. The glass of eggnog that Albarino had not finished drinking was still in its place. The fire had been extinguished. There was still a scorch mark from the iron on the carpet, but the iron itself did not know where it was received by Herstal. .

He could still see the traces of Herstal's activities in the living room: on the armrest of the sofa lay the new morning newspaper that arrived this morning, and the gifts that had been placed under the Christmas tree yesterday had been partially unpacked; Al The grandma in the shop opposite the flower shop in Ballino gave Christmas sweaters embroidered with cartoon reindeers. The noses of the reindeer are real fluffy threads. Now this sweater is put in a box that has been taken apart. Still under the Christmas tree, Albarino could imagine the disgust Herstal looked when he took it apart.

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