Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

This time Nietzsche slept very comfortably. He liked Han Sen's body very much, and he was very used to the smell of Han Sen's body.

But as he grew older, after the age of 30, Nietzsche's sleep quality gradually became poor, and his sleep time began to shorten.It seems that there is no reason, and there is no sleepiness when the time is up.

The next morning, before six o'clock in the morning, Nietzsche gradually woke up from sleep, then closed his eyes, lying on the bed, from deep sleep to light sleep.

Suddenly, Nietzsche felt that the soles of his feet were warm, as if they were being held by someone. Nietzsche’s feet had never been touched before, and his feet were a very sensitive place. Now they were being held warmly. This feeling was very strange.

Nietzsche lost all sleepiness immediately, lay on the bed and quickly opened his eyes, lowering his eyelids slightly.

The moment Nietzsche opened his eyes, he suddenly saw that Han Sen, who was supposed to be sleeping next to him, was sitting by the bed, holding the sole of his foot in his hand, pointing at the toes one by one. When he lowered his head, the broken hair on Han Sen's forehead touched Nietzsche's calf, and it felt a little itchy.

Nietzsche remained in his sleeping position without moving his body. He just coughed lowly, then squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Han Sen: "Woke up so early? What are you doing?"

"What do you say?"

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche, smiled silently, put down Nietzsche's feet, then turned Nietzsche over, put his arms on both sides of Nietzsche's body, and kissed upwards little by little.

In the room in the early morning, the surrounding light was dense, the curtains were drawn down, and the pale light outside could not penetrate, Nietzsche's delicate back skin was faintly glowing with ivory luster in the room.

Han Sen kissed Nietzsche's slender body little by little - calves, thighs, a little bit upwards, and then the buttocks.

Silently opened it, Han Sen buried his head in and licked it a few times, Nietzsche gasped, and said with a displeased expression, "Han Sen, I already did it last night."

In fact, Nietzsche was not an indulgent man. The intense exercise last night made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Besides, what he wanted most was Han Sen's company.

In terms of sex, it is almost enough. After all, he is a person of flesh and blood, and no one will always be addicted to this kind of thing and cannot extricate himself.

"I know."

Han Sen replied lightly, then kissed his waist a few times, and stroked Nietzsche's hair and back with his palms.

Intuitively feeling that it had become wet there, Han Sen raised his hand and stretched his fingers in one by one until the last one was sent in. Then he looked there and said, "Lutheran, you Say, let's have a baby."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and smiled coldly: "Han Sen, do you think I look like a woman? How do I look like it? If you think I can give you a baby with my butt If you are a child, you can go ahead and try."

Han Sen got up and knelt on the bed, controlled Nietzsche's waist with his palm, made him kneel down with his back facing him, and then stuck it up, "It would be great if you were really a woman, we can have our own child, you Give me birth... Do you prefer a son or a daughter? When I attended the wedding last time, Jiang Lingyue told me that if there is a child in the family, everything will be settled down."

When Han Sen pushed in, Nietzsche frowned when he heard Han Sen say a woman's name, "Jiang Lingyue, who is Jiang Lingyue."

"Shen Zui's grandma, last time I had a brief exchange with her at Shen Zui's wedding."

Nietzsche nodded.

"Is it that old woman who is disrespectful, the woman who has been giving you a hand all the time. Do you believe what that woman says?"

Han Sen pulled his lips silently,

"Lutheran, aren't you disrespecting the old?"

"You are such an old and disrespectful elder, why don't I sleep with you obediently."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen stretched out his hand and pulled Nietzsche's hair, making him turn around, and put his lips on it.

After kissing for a while, Nietzsche raised his head and looked at Han Sen with displeasure:

"I am the youngest."

Han Sen nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Nietzsche raised his hand, wanting to slap Han Sen hard on the face, Han Sen suddenly grabbed Nietzsche's arm, then pressed Nietzsche's waist and pushed forward a few times.

"call……"

Nietzsche moved forward, his entire upper body limply lying on the bed, his face pressed against the bed, Hong Yanyan slowly slipped down from his shoulders, and then scattered on the bed.

"How are you going to have the baby?"

Nietzsche asked while panting, his slender fingers tightly pulling the bed under him.

Nietzsche has lived for so many years, and the family he had with both parents did not seem to have left a deep impression on him, and he himself is not a person with a strong sense of family.

Since the death of his father, the teenage Nietzsche has been in charge of the Lutheran family alone, and he has never thought about starting a family until now.

Because he likes men's bodies, and it is impossible for ordinary men to establish a stable relationship with a man with a surly personality and special status like him.

In addition, Nietzsche himself has always been romantic, and if he wants to establish a long-term and stable relationship, he will definitely not be able to give people a sense of security.

Therefore, the word "family" has never appeared in the construction plan of life. Generally speaking, no one dares to establish a family with Nietzsche. It really takes a lot of courage.

But Han Sen is different. Han Sen's nature has always been conservative and rigorous, and he himself is a Chinese man. If Nietzsche hadn't appeared, Han Sen would definitely follow the traditional customs of the society, get married and start a business, and then It is a matter of course for Han Sen to find a woman who can live with him and spend his life with him.

However, Nietzsche appeared and influenced Han Sen's life and adolescence for a long time, and to a large extent distorted Han Sen's original but pure personality.

However, this still can't change Han Sen's more traditional and conservative nature. The only thing that has changed is that now, it can only be Nietzsche himself, not anyone else, who is considered by Han Sen in the future.

Even if Han Sen is very rich now, and is in a high position at a young age, it can't change a little.

A conservative person is naturally conservative, and an indulgent person is naturally indulgent.

There is no need to use the so-called social ethos to comfort yourself. Personal behavior is still determined by personal character and values.

Han Sen will not become dissolute because of what he has and where he is now. What he is used to and likes is the traditional Chinese life style.

He can't help but spurn himself because he is not that kind of person by nature.

It can be said that Han Sen's concept is the decisive factor in determining the future relationship between Nietzsche and Han Sen. If Han Sen had been ruthless before and directly killed Nietzsche in his own hands, then Han Sen would most likely be Live your life alone.

It wasn't because Han Sen cared so much about Nietzsche, the objective fact that this decision didn't have any emotional factors, but because Han Sen subconsciously wanted only him.

Nietzsche personally molded Han Sen into what he is now, so he is naturally obliged to spend the rest of his life to explain all this.

"You said how to give birth, of course it is to let a woman give birth."

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's face, waiting for his answer.

Nietzsche seemed to be taken aback, closed his eyelids silently, pursed his lips, and smiled coldly: "I have never been interested in women since I was a child. If you like it, you can find a woman to have children yourself. You now know what it feels like to be a woman, and I will follow the arrangement."

Han Sen lowered his head and kissed Nietzsche's back, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, that's fine too."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's waist and began to move fiercely. Nietzsche gasped heavily for a while, and the bed made an irresistible sound following Han Sen's movements.

"I don't know what it's like to have sex with a woman, I only know what it's like to have sex with you."

Han Sen pinched Nietzsche's chin and said.

Nietzsche endured Han Sen's movements silently, his slender fingers tightly clutching the bed sheet under him, his red lips tightly pressed together, and his long eyelashes trembling, as if there was water stain standing on it.

"Is it comfortable, uncle?"

Han Sen forcibly pulled Nietzsche's arm with one hand, pulled Nietzsche up, hugged Nietzsche's waist from the back, and stroked his body with his palms up and down.

"Comfortable."

Nietzsche nodded, stood up suddenly, then turned around and spread his legs, and sat on Han Sen's body again.

Han Sen spread out his palms, encircled Nietzsche's buttocks, then separated them to the sides, and pushed them upwards forcefully, "I still remember how I used to do it in prison, just like that."

Nietzsche nodded, supported Han Sen's arm with his palm and began to move up and down, and then sat down heavily, making a sound of "Afraid..."

Han Sen lowered his head and sucked Nietzsche's chest, and then kissed his collarbone. Nietzsche sighed, raised his head, his slender legs wrapped around Han Sen tightly, and the soles of his feet were hard because of the stimulation and comfort. curl up.

"When I experienced it for the first time, you fucked me like this, but at that time you were fierce, with a good-looking face, but no expression at all. I was young at that time, and you forced me to do such things. Really I'm terrified of you,"

Han Sen smiled silently,

"It was hurt, right?"

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice.

Han Sen reached out to straighten Nietzsche's hair scattered around his cheeks,

"You are a person who dares to do anything in order to seek pleasure. You also put those messy men on the bed, don't you feel dirty?"

Nietzsche pursed his lips, pinched Han Sen's shoulders tightly with his fingers, looked straight at Han Sen with dark green eyes and said, "Do you think all men are as conservative as you, and besides, I am not only with you now Do it alone?"

Hearing what Nietzsche said, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche with satisfaction, turned his face, and kissed Nietzsche's cheek twice, "Uncle, as long as you stay by my side obediently and forget the men you used to meet, you will like me in the future." I can do whatever you want, and I can satisfy all your requests."

"I don't ask for anything."

"Really?"

Nietzsche pursed his lips and said in a deep voice:

"I don't want kids."

"But I want, I want a red-haired child, preferably a daughter."

Nietzsche's face turned cold in an instant. He stretched out his hand and pushed Han Sen away. He stood up from Han Sen's body, got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and began to rinse.

Looking at Nietzsche's cold back, Han Sen quickly got up and followed, walked to the bathroom door, opened the bathroom door, stood behind Nietzsche and looked at him: "I think this is a way to stabilize, I'm the kind of man who doesn't like to live in a mess, if you have any objections to this matter, please raise it, if it's reasonable, I think I will respect your decision."

The water flowed quickly from Nietzsche's hair, then slid down his rich cheeks, slender neck and back, passed over his upturned buttocks, and slid down his thighs to the soles of his feet, forming a circle There are circles of water patterns, those bright red hair are wet but neatly attached to Nietzsche's white back.

Nietzsche raised his head, looked at Han Sen's face in the mirror, and said coldly, "I don't know what family is, and I don't know what stability is. I don't like or want anything you said."

Han Sen's expression turned cold in an instant. He raised his foot and walked slowly to Nietzsche's side. He yanked Nietzsche's wet hair and pressed him against the wall. Separated Nietzsche's legs, looked at Nietzsche's side face expressionlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Lutheran, what do you think you can do other than let me enter your body? Now everything is done by you. I'll arrange it, you just get used to it obediently, whether you like it or not, or whether you want it or not, it doesn't make any sense to me."

"Then let me go now!"

Nietzsche growled fiercely.

Han Sen stretched out his hand coldly, covered Nietzsche's mouth roughly, then pushed in violently, and then slammed Nietzsche's body fiercely.

Nietzsche kept struggling, his thin fingertips fiercely scratched several red scars on Han Sen's strong thigh, until finally, Nietzsche, who had been doing futile work, finally gave up struggling and stuck his arms against the wall Go up, let Han Sen toss himself mercilessly.

I don't know how long it took, but when Han Sen finally came out, Nietzsche's body was weak against the wall, and he collapsed on the ground. The milky white liquid was diluted by hot water and slid down Nietzsche's buttocks.

Han Sen knelt on the ground, stretched out his arms to hold Nietzsche's body and stood up, then put him in the bathtub.

Nietzsche stared at the ceiling with red eyes, without saying a word, his red lips were tightly pressed together, his legs curled up, his bright red hair was like blood, floating slowly in the warm water, like The ostentatious algae on the bottom of the sea, against the background of the hair, and under the unusually bright light, the pale cheeks seemed to have no trace of blood.

Han Sen walked in, hugged Nietzsche in his arms, and let him lie on his body, "Uncle, did you hurt you just now?"

"Are you angry?"

Nietzsche still didn't answer anything, as if he didn't hear Han Sen's question, but blinked his eyes, and the wet water vapor was trembling on his eyelashes.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche blankly, then pinched his chin, his cold voice echoed in the huge bathroom: "Don't think about leaving here, you will be where I am, even if you die, you Lie down beside me, too."

"Lutheran, I, Han Sen, never take the initiative to give anything to others, but you must take everything I give you."

Nietzsche turned his face to the side, looked at the bathroom door, then retracted his neck, closed his eyes, and heard Han Sen's steady heartbeat.

Nietzsche finally realized that he was trapped in a cage. This cage has a name, Han Sen.