Chapter 163:

Mute felt terribly panic, and suddenly fell into the water, the warm water surged, he sank, and the whole person sank into the mud like a mud.
The soft water ran over his cheek, flowing along his hair, and across his naked body, as if there were countless little hands touching his naked skin submerged in the water. The snow-white bath towel was soaked at the instant, and it was wet and affixed to his lower abdomen and thighs. As soon as the water flowed, it followed, rubbing against the sensitive thigh roots, inexplicably having a trembling feeling.
Because in the water, he dared not breathe, did not dare to open his eyes, and could see nothing. But just because you can't see it, your body becomes more sensitive.
He could clearly feel the touch of the big hand that clasped his left shoulder and killed his right waist. The person's skin was usually slightly cold, as was the hand, but both hands were hot at this moment. The finger was sinking deeply into his skin, and he could almost feel the slightly rough touch of the thin cocoon on his finger as he brushed.
If he was scared by the ghost story of his brain filling when he was dragged to the neck and fell into the water, he would react when he fell into the man's arms. Whether it was the chest or the strength of his arms, the entwined breath was familiar to the point where it was recognized as soon as it touched.
... Major General? !!
For a moment, the young man's face changed from the paleness that was scared a second ago to the cooked crimson, just like the hot water was half burned when he fell into the hot spring.
Obviously ... I didn't see anyone when I came in!
Mute, whose entire head had been exploded, was dragged into the water as soon as he was stupid, and had no time to resist and struggle.
He remembered that he had just taken himself clean and naked at the shore--
Was seen.
He blushed and thought.
Definitely seen from beginning to end!
For a while, the young man was full of blood, and the blood on his head almost burst the blood vessels in his head, only to feel embarrassed and angry.
This ... what is this Empire Marshal? He did not say a word to take a peek at others to take a bath!
A hooligan all over!
He yelled angrily in his heart, completely forgetting that he only came in after Troll came, really to talk about it, he was the one who broke in when someone else took a bath and took off his clothes and played hooligan Guy.
Of course, even if you remember, at this moment, as a victim who was trapped under the water and kissed hard and was about to die, Mute will never agree with the previous sentence.
It's just that this anger won't last for a long time. Soon, whether it is the hot water that surrounds him, or the sense of suffocation that can't breathe, it is the man's lips that are almost violently plundered in his mouth. Stirred, no more thoughts, no more time to think wildly.
The feeling of being snatched away makes Mute subconsciously want to struggle, but the body submerged in the water is weightless, floating in hot water, can not reach the side, can not step on the bottom, can only reach out to grab Letting the water run away from his fingertips, he felt panicked as if he suddenly lost all his dependence.
It was almost an instinct. He was like a drowning man who clenched the Field Marshal's shoulder tightly, and tightened the only reliance he could get now.
The already confused mind made the teenager not even realize that he was relying on it now, in fact, the culprit that drowned him into the abyss.
His body was floating in the water, and he clenched his opponent's sturdy shoulders instinctively. He did not dare to let go, so it was even more impossible for him to escape the aggression of men against his lips. This made Mute look like he was bearing the man well The invasion was average.
The clear water wave was shaking, and a moment, the silver moonlight shone down from the sky and fell into the water.
From the bottom up, it is backlit and cannot be seen clearly.
But looking down from the perspective of Troll above, the waves are clear, and the face of the teenager under him can be seen clearly.
The light black hair stretched softly with the traces of water fluctuations. The person in his arms closed his eyes tightly and slowly opened a slit again. The slender eyelashes seemed to glow in the water.
The childish face was tense, with a slight redness on his cheeks, and his eyes seemed to be narrowing. It was unclear whether it was coming out of the eyes or the water light caused by the water flowing flashed in the very narrow black eyes at the moment, the reddish and rising eyes were inexplicable, and a burst of fire It just burned.
Because of lack of oxygen, the teenager who has always been quite passive and apathetic when kissing is actually actively absorbing him at this moment and asking him for his breath. It seems a bit shy but tempted to poke the tip of his tongue into the mouth. Love is extreme.
Armed with a soft body in his arms, Troll felt the skin on his fingertips soft and smooth, making him unable to stop. The body in my arms is a youthful peculiar astringent, but there is no mature charm. Maybe it is not tempting at all in the eyes of others, but the partial birth is that green body that leads to the always deserted young marshal almost out of control.
He wished that he would slap people under the water like this, as deep as possible, hiding in the deepest place, turning his arm into a chain and forever imprisoned here, never let anyone touch, see, let this The child belongs to him alone, only in his arms.
Fortunately, there was a little faint rationality remaining in the runaway, and Troll remembered that the person in his arms couldn't compare to himself and couldn't hold his breath for too long underwater. After the flash of madness caused by out of control at that point, when he saw Mitter's reddish eyes and uncomfortable look because he couldn't breathe, he regained a bit of reason.
There was a splash of water and splashes.
The calm water surface suddenly splashed high waves, and someone got out from under the water.
In the splashing water, the marshal's erect body stood steadily in the hot spring, hugging the boy who leaned softly on him.
Mute's hands and feet were weak, and his knees were also soft. If it wasn't for Tyrol who was holding his back, he would probably fall into the water again.
He could only lean on Troll, panting with a mouthful and a big mouth, and the corners of his eyes were crimson. The drops of water kept rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't tell whether it was flowing from his eyes or wet. The dripping hair ends.
He couldn't breathe quickly, and reached Moore's chest moistly. He bowed his head slightly to allow him to inhale oxygen to the utmost. His chest also fluctuated violently.
Mute gasped for a long time, finally breathing evenly. As soon as he raised his hand, he saw the marshal's white-skinned arm in front of his eyes, and suddenly he was furious from the heart to the gall-he didn't think about it. Bite it down-
It was just that Marshal's arms looked thin, and the skin on the top seemed to be fair and beautiful, but underneath that white skin was all lean muscles.
The teenager bit down and bit hard, except for leaving a shallow tooth mark and a bit of saliva on the strong arm, he couldn't bite at all.
One hand rubbed his back.
"Don't make trouble."
Whispered the man gently rubbing his neck.
But the more Marshal Troll said so, the more unhappy Mute was. Not only did he not let loose his mouth, but he rubbed his teeth harder on the opponent's arm and bite again.
To Troll, this bite was just like the little milk cat bite, it didn't hurt at all, but itching, which made his tight body hurt even more.
The teenager who only looked at venting his anger didn't hear the man say ‘Do n’t make trouble’, and his usual indifferent voice revealed an unusual husky. It was a husky caused by depression.
The young marshal's breathing was a lot quicker than usual at this time. He pursed his lips obviously forbearing something, and lowered his eyes slightly. Dark blue eyes surged like a depressing silence before the storm. This kind of forbearance made his whole muscles tight.
At this moment Mute was biting down again, and the man's depressed blue eyes surged into a fierce spark suddenly.
He only rubbed his fingers on Mute's neck and forced them, forcing the boy's head still biting back.
Troll was much taller than Mute. The boy was nestled in his arms. The physique contrasted him like a child. At this moment, the head tilted back almost to the back of the entire upper body before lowering down with the man. Eyes on.
If it weren't for the waist tightly wrapped, I'm afraid Mute would fall back into the water like this again.
The silver moonlight was scattered from the top of the marshal's head. Under the backlight, Mute could not see the face of the marshal shrouded in the shadow of the backlight. However, even in the dark, the man's ice-blue pupil was still terrible.
In the shadow of the backlight, the blue eyes seemed to be burning with a blazing flame, staring at him as if to burn him in the flame.
Mute suddenly panicked, reaching out to push Troll away.
But his hand had just been hardened, the man's head had been lowered, his lips were thin, and his white teeth sharply gripped his throat.
The sharp teeth bit his throat, through a thin layer of skin, against the slightly pulsating blood vessels.
The boy's original soft body tightened instantly, and a whimper sounded like a young animal being held in check. And soon, the teeth that seemed to bite his throat were loosened and replaced by the soft and warm tongue licking. It was just a few times before that gentle licking, and another bit of Mute's neck was forced, and then licked gently.
It was like a stick-and-carrot tuning method that turned Mute's head into a dizzy head. He could only instinctively lift his head, stretch his neck, and open his mouth to breathe low.
His head was dizzy and his body was hot.
The unprecedented feeling made him feel instinctively afraid.
He saw the major general look up at him, and his eyes were so cold and cold for a long time, but at this moment it was a shivering aggression.
Suddenly, he had a fear, a fear of the unknown.
Obviously it should be the arms that gave him the most peace of mind, but now it seemed like he was holding his shackles.
The shadow of the man was overwhelmed from above, covering him all in darkness.
The sensitive sixth sense has long felt the extremely dangerous breath emanating from the man, giving him an impulse to escape, and the inexplicable fear made his body instinctively make The reaction to want to leave-
Mute took a deep breath and held back the horror of panic.
Can't go.
He pressed the body's instinct to want to teleport away, and pressed the power of the active Gal in the body.
He was scared and panicked, but he couldn't leave.
The boy closed his eyes, his hands clenched Troll's sturdy waist, his fingers stuck in his muscles.
He likes this person.
So even if he was scared and panicked, he would not leave.
Major General's patience and self-suppression he did not know, he knew that this person has been forbearing for a long time, he knew it must be uncomfortable.
Although the offensive danger felt from the opponent made him instinctively scared, he believed that Major General would not hurt him.
Mute thought so, taking another deep breath, trying to relax herself. But the breath hadn't been spit out, and the water rattled. The body that had not been in the hot spring below the chest suddenly floated out of the water.
Troll grabbed Mute's waist easily and lifted him all up, then placed it on the shore.
He sat on the shore, and Troll stood in the water, standing in front of him and looking at him, his sight just flush with him.
Troll stood just like that, his long narrow eyes fixed on him, his hands pressed against his side, and there was a fire burning in his eyes, but he never touched him again.
"... Major General?"
The dark-haired boy was sitting on the shore, and behind him was a white piece of snow, with red leaves falling and flying.
The mist rising from the water lingered around, and the boy gasped softly, with tears in the corners of his eyes. At this moment, his skin was glowing with pink, like the tender buds that had just opened. In particular, there are dozens of red dots on the neck and bare shoulders, which make the skin noticeably unusual.
The Marshal's throat swallowed hard.
An indescribable hunger gushed from the deepest part of the body.
He knew that only by grabbing the teenager, biting the pale skin, and biting it down severely, could only slightly relieve the pain in his body that was almost mad by the fire.
Mute looked at him, with wet black eyes, innocent and confused, and the child sat in front of him, unfolding his body unsuspectingly, waiting for him to seize it.
Troll clenched his hands tightly, and the pain of his nails piercing the palms made him regain his reason.
He lowered his head, panting lowly, his breath was heavier than ever.
He closed his eyes and tried to suppress the flame of desire in his body.
"Major General?"
Troll opened his eyes, and he saw a hand reaching for him, and he raised it and held it.
He nested the hand in the palm of his hand, and then pushed his fingers into each other's fingers, holding the fingers together.
He remembered how the fingertips of this hand were shaking, but still clutching at him, he remembered how Mute was afraid but still clinging to him ...
He scared him.
Thinking of his sudden loss of control just now, the marshal, who has always been very self-controlling, couldn't help but grin in his heart.
The so-called undefeated will always lose his helmet and armor in front of this person, and will not be defeated.
With one look, a teenager can get him out of control.
Robin once said that he could bear it, and he ignored him.
I do n’t want to tolerate, I ca n’t, but I have to.
Only he knew how deep his desire was and how terrible it was.
It was like a terrible beast that was greedy and insatiable.
Mute was afraid, probably because he felt his danger at the time, and Mute was really right—if he did not control it, if he did not find his reason at the time because of the shaking of the person in his arms, he was losing control There will definitely be a greedy desire to destroy this fragile child.
He didn't want to do that.
He didn't want to hurt the child just to satisfy his desires.
He didn't want to hurt him.
Not at all.
Not at all.
He was reluctant.
…………
The dark hair was sticking to Marshal Troll's white skin, and the drops of water exuding from the ends of the hair rolled off the beautiful face like a broken pearl, and occasionally a few drops ran along the long neck. Rolled down on the collarbone.
Under the moonlight, the man's strong body glowed with water, and the thin muscles under the white skin were tight and distinct.
The wide-shoulder bee waist, the slightly raised muscle texture gives a sense of strength, the water waves are rippling under the man's lean and sturdy waist, passing over the clear abdomen of the abdomen.
The man looked down and didn't know what he was thinking. The slender eyelashes rolled with tiny water particles, and the refracted light fell into the eyes, as if all the starlight had fallen into it.
I do n’t know why the Marshal Lord suddenly stood still and stared at the Marshal Lord with nothing in his mouth.
Probably fainted by the heat of the hot spring, Mute had a feeling that Major General looked delicious.
And, I do n’t know why, the sense of danger that had scared him from the major general just now seemed to have disappeared. He thought about it, his face was red, but he dared to reach out to Troll.
"No ... continue?"
Mute whispered, his voice couldn't be lower, and his face was very hot.
He stretched out his hand to touch the other's cheek and was held by the other. The adult marshal held his hand, kissed the back of his hand gently, raised his eyes and gave him a sudden smile.
The glance that came and the smile seemed to be life-threatening.
The stunned teenager was not even aware that his hand was held by the other party and immersed in water again.
The good-looking face came over and kissed him, and he closed his eyes naturally, tangling with the other's lips again.
Addicted to kissing, he didn't find his hand stretched out by the other side in a certain direction.
then……
Lying down!
Unscientific there!
The young man who opened his eyes suddenly gave a swift spartan.