The super power special team has come to a crap

The slender waist hugged him, the red face was pressed against his chest, and he murmured inarticulately: "I just like... I like you like this... You are so bright... Like the sun..."

"If you don't get up again, the sun will go down." Alva knocked his head - who made it in such a convenient place: "Go by yourself, I can't hold you back."

Nat stood up obediently, but still held Alva's hand tightly, and the warm palms touched intimately. I don't know who sweated a little, and it felt a little sticky.

But no one let go.

As soon as Nat didn't pretend to be dead, he strode forward with big strides, dragged Alva all the way to the front desk, took out a card tremblingly, and handed it to the waiter.

"Sir, your table has already been settled." The waiter said with a smile, but did not take the card.

Nat: "??"

The brain that had been anesthetized by alcohol was not very flexible, so he turned around before turning his eyes to the people around him.

Alva was grinning like a cat stealing fish.

"Didn't you agree that I invited you..." Nat's tone was so wronged that he couldn't pinch water.

"Really? How do I remember that I was the one who invited you to dinner all the time." Alva shook the hands they held tightly: "Don't worry about it, I will take you home."

Nat was ignorantly led by him to the car by his hand. It wasn't until he sat in the co-pilot and was touched by the car key that he realized: "What are you going to do...?"

"Drive." Alva inserted the key into the car and skillfully started the car.

"Can you drive?" Nat turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of distrust—alcohol made his emotions go out several times.

"What do you mean? Of course I can drive. I used to be called the little prince of drag racing." Alva lightly stepped on the accelerator, but the car didn't move at all. He couldn't help patting the steering wheel and shouted: "Your car is not It's broken!"

Nat squinted his eyes for a while, then secretly put down the handbrake, and said flatteringly: "Well, but I fixed it, you can try again."

Alva: "..." Even if you cover it up, your movements are still too obvious...

"Don't look at me like this now. It's been a long time since I've been a driver. I'll let you see my superb drifting skills in a while." Alva blew, but his hands were very careful, for fear that the car would be too bumpy Vomited up someone who had had too much to drink.

Nineteen

Nat leaned softly on the passenger seat, turned his head to the left, and focused on Alva who was driving.

He was a little drunk, but he was still sane. He knew what he was doing, but he couldn't control his actions.

Alva pressed the radio a few times, and a somewhat hazy song echoed in the car. He hummed along a few times, but found that he couldn't keep up with the tune, stuck out his tongue and closed his mouth.

Nat maintained a posture, taking in all the small movements of the people around him.The lights on the side of the road swept across his handsome side face one after another, and the long and thick eyelashes cast changing shadows on his face.

But the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing, spreading a thick layer in the compartment like moonlight, his beautiful eyes never blinked, as if he didn't want to miss any pictures related to Alva, even though it was only a short blink time.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol in Nat's breath, or because of his eyes that were more mellow than fine wine, Alva also felt a little drunk, and a slight blush appeared on his face, but he didn't say anything , driving the car as if nothing had happened, without even turning his head.

So he didn't see the warm smile on the corner of Nat's mouth.

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"It's here." Alva unbuckled his seat belt, turned his head and said to the people around him, and then he couldn't help being shocked - Nat Liang was staring straight at his face, his eyes were shining, and he didn't know how many things he had packed inside.

"It's here..." He repeated, his voice soft.

"Yes, get out quickly." Alva ignored him, opened the door first and walked out.

Nat pursed his lips aggrievedly, turned his head slowly, looked through the car window at Alva who had already come to his side, and then he froze for a moment: "To...your house?"

"Nonsense, of course it's my house. Do I look like I know where your house lives?" Alvara opened the door: "Come out, Captain, for the sake of opening the door for you."

"My home is Room 142, Floor 2, No. [-], Mikel Street, Chutz District." Nat answered fluently with his face raised.

Alva: "... Even if I know, I won't send you back, it's too far away."

Nat shook his head. He wanted to say that he reported the address so that he could come here more often, and he also wanted to say that he thought it would be good not to go back, but his lack of language ability was made worse by alcohol anesthesia, so he had to keep shaking his head. , I don't know what I am denying.

Alva felt that he understood a little bit, and he didn't seem to understand it too much, but these were not important. He kicked off the side of the car like a hooligan looking for faults, and said, "Come down, don't make me say it a third time."

Captain Nutter is as good as he can be.

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Nat put his arms around Alva from behind as he looked for the keys.

"Why, are you so drunk that you can't stand still?" The short black hair of the handsome young man scratched Alva's neck a little itchy, which made him tilt his head slightly, and mocked him: "Young man, can you do it? Just pouring a little wine, is he still the captain of the special forces that Joe is proud of?"

Nat tightened his hands, and stuck to Alva's lips in this posture with his height advantage, licked and biting before muffledly saying: "You are not allowed to keep mentioning him."

Alva was caught off guard by the kiss, and it took him a long time to realize that Nat's "he" was referring to Joe, and he couldn't help laughing: "What kind of jealousy are you, Joe is a straight-up heterosexual."

"You still mention it!" Nat was extremely wronged, like a child who couldn't get candy.

"Okay, baby, can I just mention you from now on?" Alva found the key, opened the door, and sent the clingy large dog on his back to the sofa.

Nat obediently sat down on the sofa, took a glass of honey water that Alva made for him, and said seriously: "I'm not drunk."

Alva was about to burst out laughing, this person's cuteness doubled after drinking, it seems that he should be disciplined in the future, don't let him show such a defenseless side in front of others, otherwise he will also be jealous.

Alva was obviously overthinking, besides him, who else would Nat do this to?

The handsome young man who was being worried was holding the cup blankly, sipping the liquid in it in small sips, his movements were so mechanical that he didn't even notice when he finished drinking, until Alva laughed out of control, he was dazed He raised his head and glanced around, fixing his eyes on someone.

Although he didn't know what he was laughing at, looking at his smile, Alva couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as if the smile of the person in front of him was his greatest source of joy.

"Cute, come here." Alva beckoned to him, and Nat obediently leaned over, and was rewarded with a kiss suddenly.

The smell of wine mixed with the sweetness of honey spread in Alva's mouth. He reached out and hooked Nat's neck, adjusting a more comfortable posture, but he didn't want Nat to fall down with just a slight force. Lay him down on the soft sofa.The soft sweet taste added a little bit of desire for control, and the disorganized tongue swept around his mouth, and his whole body was shrouded in a smell called Nat.

After the kiss, Nat licked the corner of Alva's mouth and sighed softly: "It's so sweet..."

It's you who's frighteningly sweet, right?

Alva’s complaints failed to come out smoothly, and Nat blocked his mouth again, sucking and grinding vigorously, refusing to let go of any gap in his mouth, the excessive enthusiasm made Alva a little dizzy Wanting to get drunk, he hugged Nat back and stretched out his dexterous tongue, entangled with his tongue like teaching.

Alva was completely overwhelmed by Nat on the sofa, who raised his head slightly after he slapped his feet in a disorderly manner, giving the person under him a chance to breathe.

Alva took a few deep breaths, allowing his nearly drained lungs to function again. When he came back to his senses, he found something hard against him.

"Yo." He smiled jokingly, bent his legs maliciously, and rubbed against the bulge covered by the tight pants, which made the owner of the hard object gasp, and the legs fell on Alva as soon as they softened. The eye sockets are red.

"Get up." Alva pushed him. Although his strength was really insignificant, Nat, who was in a huge chaos, misunderstood it as a refusal. He immediately tightened his arms nervously, which made them stick closer some.

Alva's arm was locked by him, so he had no choice but to kick him: "I told you to get up, why are you crazy!"

"No, don't drive me away..." Nat sounded like he was about to cry, which was in stark contrast to his bulging lower body.

Alva didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh: "Who drove you away, you should take a closer look before you are in heat, where is this place?"

When Nat heard that Alva didn't chase him away, he smiled happily, and then blinked, expressing that he didn't understand his question.

"This is the sofa, don't you think it would be better to go to the bed?" said Alva helplessly, quite confused by his young lover.

"Okay..." Nat responded softly, and got up from Alva. The latter just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up, but suddenly his body lightened, and he was hugged by Nat.

Nat is like a dragon that has snatched the princess, mysteriously and quickly hiding him in the treasure house, but he forgot that this castle is the princess's old castle.