Exclusive

The salty smell of sweat was mixed with an indescribable fragrance. Winston, who had no emotional experience for more than [-] years, entangled the lips and tongues of the servants with his instinct.

Lancer did not refuse to fight back, and took the initiative to raise his chin vigorously, fully accepting Winster's unruly plunder, and his blue eyes calmly stared at Winster's deep pupils.

His own erection was on the side of Lancer's leg. At this moment, Lancer seemed to have turned into a pool of warm water in Winster's eyes, soft and alluring.At the end of the long bite, Winston pulled Lancer up. The young man's muscles and bones were all sore from the forward competition, and he couldn't stand still for a while.

Lancer leaned on Winster and smiled slightly.Winston, who was fascinated by the arc, half dragged Lancer into the bathroom in the training ground.

In the private bathroom assigned to the officers, in the dense water vapor from the shower, two figures overlapped and undulated in a trance, and the depressive panting and low-pitched moaning constructed an ambiguous illusion.

Winston leaned against the bed rail and lit a cigarette and took a puff awkwardly. When he exhaled the green smoke, his arms trembled slightly. Suddenly, the person curled up in the blanket beside him coughed.Winston snuffed out the cigarette in a convulsive cough.

After a ridiculous scene in the bathroom of the training ground, Winston could no longer remember what kind of mood he was in at that time and brought Lancer back to his room.

Winston vaguely remembered the beginning of the chaos last night, and supported his slender waist with both hands, "You can't..." The hoarse voice cut off, and Winston heard a chuckle, "I'll teach you." Ster's last sanity broke down.

After this long and absurd affair ended, Winston was still struggling with how to speak. The people around him suppressed coughing and laughed, "You are so gentle." The voice was soft and soft, followed by an uncontrollable cough.

"Hey, are you okay?" Winster leaned over, and Lancer shrank up and hid himself in the blanket, barely saying a word: "Gentle Mr. Colonel, can you help me get the medicine in the pocket of my coat cough cough……"

I was not gentle at all just now to toss him like this.thought Winston, rummaging for an unlabeled vial.Winston leaned over and handed out the vial: "Take it." Lancer turned to face Winston, stretched out an arm covered with bruises and hickeys, and took the vial.Winston wanted to smoke again, when the cough completely subsided.

"Well," Lancer closed his eyes and wrapped himself in a blanket as if comfortably, turning into a curled cocoon, whispering in a sleepy voice, "You are so gentle."

"Are you laughing at me?" Winston said coldly.

"I'm serious." Lancer opened his eyes and looked directly at the officer who looked down at him. "If you just want to have fun, just throw me on the training ground... that's fine." Winster frowned deeply, leaning forward to face Lancer: "Anyone ever did that?"

Lancer blinked, then smiled and closed his eyes.

"Lancer!" Winston put his hand on the slender neck, Lancer opened his eyes and looked at him calmly.Winston suppressed his anger and threatened in a low voice: "I won't allow you to sleep with other people." "Huh?" Lancer twisted his distressed expression as if he had heard a boring joke. "...Except for me!" Winston unknowingly increased the strength in his hand.

"Okay." Lancer's tone was brisk, as if to say that the weather is fine today.Winster couldn't help letting go, and Lancer struggled to stand up, revealing the obviously large camouflage T-shirt on his body. He kissed Winster's chin and said with a smile, "Good night, gentle Colonel!" He got back into the blanket and rolled over and curled up into a ball, leaving Winster with a curved back.

Winston felt that the skin that was touched just now was hot, and then the blood in his whole body was burning again.

In the morning, Lancer was lying on the bed and couldn't get up. It is true that the marks on his neck could not be covered up. Lancer looked at the embarrassing Winster with bright eyes full of smiles. The officer gave him a day off.

Winster took care of the bedside at lunch.Lancer dined politely while Winster attended to business at the table.

The situation of the battle was becoming urgent, and Winston estimated the possibility of his handsome soldiers going to the battlefield. He looked up at the elegant young man, got up and walked to the bedside.Lancer put down the knife and fork and put the plate aside, and saw Winston sitting down beside him.

Winston stretched out his hand and rubbed Lancer's hair hesitantly. Lancer changed to a more stable sitting position, and his lower body was covered by the blanket.

"Lance, how old are you?" Winston looked into the young man's eyes in a daze.

"23." Lancer stubbornly tilted his head and licked Winster's palm.The upright Mr. Commander was stimulated and almost pulled back his hand in embarrassment. Winston propped his palm on the bed without a trace, and said awkwardly, "You are so young... Where is your hometown?"

"The capital." Lancer leaned forward and kissed Winster, blocking all his subsequent questions.

Winston let Lancer get into his arms and kissed wildly, wrapping his arms around his slender waist, feeling breathless: "Does it still hurt?"

Lancer shook his head, blinking.Winston pulled the blanket to wrap him up, and whispered to himself, "Don't catch a cold."

"Don't do it?" Lancer unceremoniously stretched out his hand to unbutton Winster's clothes, and Winster couldn't help but grabbed his waist forcefully, and shouted: "Enough!" Lancer put on a look of grievance, Winston hugged him tightly with a headache, "You are not allowed to seduce others like this!"

Lan Se huddled in Winster's arms, smelling the smell of tobacco and ammunition.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading.