burn out

"I found that Simon seemed to be gradually alienating me. What went wrong? My God, couldn't this cruel executioner see the sadness in my eyes? He would still call me when he saw me. Greeting, talking, hello brother. But I know, it’s different, it’s not the same anymore, there’s no love in his words anymore, his voice is polite and cold, he’s alienating me, he hates me no... no..."

Simon looked at the diary that described his brother's fear, and clutched the yellowed paper of the diary tightly with both hands, no, brother, it wasn't like this.

It was one day in 1837. Simon accidentally saw a book with a romantic and vulgar name in his study——"Arabian Nights". The moment he opened it and saw the illustrations, Simon immediately panicked. He closed it, and at the same time, a blush crawled up his cheeks, and Simon felt guilty as if he had done something wrong. He looked around, and was driven by curiosity again, like Eve tempted by a snake, turned over again. After opening the book, the scale of the illustrations was astonishing, and the various descriptions in the book were even more vulgar and dirty, but Simon couldn't move his eyes away.

For the first time, a 16-year-old boy felt a strange agitation in his body, and his blood boiled in his veins.

That night, Simon lay in bed tossing and turning, and finally forced himself to fall asleep. Simon found that he could not move. He opened his eyes, and with the light of the bright moon and stars in the sky, Simon saw the man standing by the window. Berlant.

Berlandt's shirt was half open, his porcelain-like skin was illuminated by the moonlight, his starry blue eyes stared at the person on the bed for a moment, and then walked towards him step by step.

Simon's eyes widened, he couldn't speak or move, he could only watch Berrant's fingers caressing his face.

"Tequiero"

Berrand's words were like a spell, which made Simon's consciousness blurred, but his feeling became clearer. He could feel Berrand's hand sliding over his body, neither light nor heavy, and every piece of skin was ignited with flames , he knew that his body must be covered with a layer of tiny goose bumps.

"Are you afraid?" Berlant climbed onto the bed and pressed on Simon. Simon was horrified to find that all the clothes on both of them had disappeared. "Don't be afraid, this will be very, very happy."

Brant lowered his head and kissed Simon's chest from his chin all the way, holding the petite and cute bump in his mouth, sucking, kissing, and biting lightly. Wanting to reach out to cover his face but still unable to move, Berlant kissed the bump hard and gleaming, while his palm stroked from bottom to top, and finally covered the inner thigh of Simon.

"Look, how cute it is." Berlant poked something in Simon's crotch, "Just like you."

When Brant's hand wrapped Simon's desire, Simon was so satisfied that he almost cried. He felt his desire grow in Brant's hand until he could no longer hold it with one hand. Brant's hand Gently kneading Simon's desire, his lips left deep and shallow traces back and forth on his body.

"My little brother, you will never imagine how charming you are at this moment." Berlant kissed his lips, the tip of his tongue slipped over his teeth and nimbly entered his mouth, lingering with him.

Simon's whole body was immersed in unspeakable pleasure. He trembled uncontrollably, his body twisted involuntarily, wanting to get closer to Berrand, wanting him to touch him harder, and wanting him to quickly kill the dead man. The pleasure is all for yourself.Brandt comprehended and speeded up the movement of his hands, even with a little eagerness. Finally, Simon froze all over, and then sprayed out of Brandt's hands.

Simon opened his eyes suddenly. It was slightly bright, and he could feel something strange in his pajama pants. He didn't want to think about what it was, but felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed. Since then, Simon has subconsciously avoided Uncle rand.

I fell in love with you because I was close to you, but I had to avoid you because I loved you. Love is really a bitter thing.