Two or three things about my love affair with the beauty on the west side of the town

allure.

Riske saw Paimon's Adam's apple rolling from the corner of his fingers, and the clear lavender eyes began to be mixed with ribbon-shaped deep crimson shadows, like a snake waking up, locking the hunted with linear pupils The absurd and oppressive pleasure instantly invaded his mind.

He even felt the sound of "hissing" in his ears.

The light from the chandelier was replaced by a low-slung shadow, and Paimon almost locked Risk in his arms in a rather tyrannical and coercive posture, ready to launch the next wave of attack.

The distance between the two bodies gradually narrowed...

Anticipating what was about to happen, Riske swallowed, calmly but nervously grasping the leather surface of the sofa under him.

Another equally warm body slowly moved in, but suddenly stopped a few inches away from the back of the hand and the tip of the nose.

Then there was a sudden departure after a short pause, and the palms also left the face.

After Risk got used to the change in the brightness of the scattered light, Paimon was no longer in the room.

……

Nauseous smell of water mangrove.

The moment he got close to Risk, Paimon couldn't ignore the stench wafting from his nose, mixed with the obvious human desire for high status.

He almost dodged to the bridge at the end of the street. The decorative street lamps beside the Vine River were dotted with gradually floating orange ribbons, pushing each other towards the place where the flames disappeared in the distance.His figure was reflected in the gray river water, smashed wave after wave and then recovered in a short gap, like a person's eyes shining with love.

He was engraved there, the figure of this demon.

He seemed to vaguely understand what Sidi said.

The magic power began to work in a trance, and most of the craftsmen in the Royal Workshop in front of the shore had fallen into a deep sleep, but for Paimon, the closed iron gate was like short grass on the roadside, unable to stop the trampling of wild beasts.

iron gate……

The left door of the living room...

Area doors to the carpenter's living quarters...

And the last one, the wooden door of the dormitory.

The moment he was about to open the door, Paimon hesitated in a rare way.

He could imagine Leon sleeping soundly behind the wooden door, without any elegance to speak of, maybe even the rudeness of kicking the quilt off the bed.

But like that, I won't be unusually repulsive.

There was a soft "squeak", and an invitation was sent to the uninvited guest through the crack of the door.

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20. Start Again

The scene on the bed was exactly as he had imagined. Leon was lying on his side in a rough coat, and the quilt that should have covered his waist had already been discarded on the floor by the hot owner.The moonlight hugged the tight back from behind, and there was even undried sweat flowing from the joint between the neck and the chest, covering the camel-colored breasts with a slightly reflective water film.

(Here is his neck sweating! Nothing!)

Paimon stretched out his hand to brush the hair on his forehead, straightened his wrist and lifted all the hair that was wet with salty sweat to the top, presenting his sleeping face completely in front of his eyes.

He pursed his lips and sat on the bed, and the bed, which could not bear the weight of the two, made a long-pitched "squeak" protest sound.In an instant, a transparent spherical body covered Leon's bed, gathering all possible sounds in the future.

(He sat on the corner of the bed and did nothing!!)

The nails slid down the salmon-like lip line, and the semicircular arc fit his inexplicably longing mouth.

Hesitant about his own thoughts, this behavior has never appeared in Paimon.

The moment the four lips cuddled tightly, the intoxicating wine poured into Paimon's brain uncontrollably, and he tasted the delicious taste of Mont Blanc from it, and the delicate sweetness made his head dizzy.

Other than soul...another delicacy.

Paimon propped up his body, and the ends of his long tumult-colored hair swept across Leon's eyelashes, causing his sensitive eyelids to tremble.

He didn't notice that the body below him was gradually awakened by the kiss, and the long-desired lips were enjoying the enjoyment.The tip of the tongue lingers, sucks and bites, and finally, unwillingly, wants to explore deeper in the mouth.

"Hmm." Leon felt that his nasal cavity was replaced by a hotter and more tyrannical breath, the gas needed for breathing could not come in and out freely, and the suffocation caused by the stuffy feeling accused the culprit, forcing him to open his eyes.

What caught my eye was the blond lover who was standing beside her, closing her eyes and concentrating on it.

...God, am I dreaming?

Was everything that happened before, heartbreaking, fake?

Aware of the movement of his upper body, Paimon didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being found out for doing something bad. He opened his blue eyes and stared at Leon during a short break.

What's flowing in there?

joy?Melancholy?Excited?miss?or is it...

Unspeakable emotions linger in his heart, and he willingly believes that this is a long-lost reunion dream.Then he raised his right hand to hold Paimon's face, and slowly plunged into the zero distance between lips and teeth.

The embarrassing sound of clear water sounded on the bed, and the two sucked on each other's lips selflessly, and Paimon seemed to have a soft spot for gnawing teeth, and Leon's lower lip was ground by him. After almost oozing blood, he turned his target upwards.

The heat in the mouth was also unreservedly shared with his lover. Like every kiss, Paimon stubbornly wanted to invade the entire area, even the deep tongue and gums.

But in this "dream", before he even had time to penetrate into it, he was suddenly suppressed under his body, and his expression of astonishment and astonishment flashed past like a fleeing hare being targeted by hunting dogs, but he clearly Clearly captured by Leon.He raised his arms and looked down at Paimon, whose blond hair was scattered on the pillow. While laughing dumbfounded, he used his fingertips to feel the softness of the iris-scented hair.

Immediately afterwards, he once again fell into the rich fragrance of flowers, truly savoring the fragrance of flowers.

"Don't be afraid of me anymore."

The ring that was warmed by body temperature was put on the original middle finger carefully again. While Leon was still in a daze, unwilling to admit the restlessness in his heart, Paimon took his right hand, and in a rare and gentle way, Burn a kiss on the amethyst in the middle.

The breath of bitter grapefruit fluctuated and began to dissipate, and the familiar aroma of maple syrup began to return to the depths of the soul bit by bit.

Your soul is accepted, but before that, I also want to have our emotions that belong to you as a human being and cultivated.

That is the joyful feeling of being cherished and valued that works of art cannot bring.

When Leon saw the familiar ring, his eyes widened in disbelief. The absurd feeling of escaping from the dream swept his mind instantly. The reality was ready to give him the most painful blow at any time, but he was unwilling to face it.

But in the next second, when Paimon continued to lead his hand and touched the necklace, his hands began to tremble.The edge of the hanging card slot pierced straight into his heart like a sharp needle, brutally tearing open the unhealed scar. The pain that happened not long ago blocked the way to escape, forcing him to face the reality.

Then came the flat chest that had never been feminine.

There is no soft arc that gives Lyon hope, but it shows an undeniable masculinity.

So what if you accept it?

There is also a gallows standing at the entrance of the city!The church will kill them if they catch them...

But for some reason, he couldn't look directly at the cowardly self who was looking for excuses in the other's eyes.

After being weakened by the king and issuing restrictions, the church no longer has that much power. Unless it is a believer who piously promises to hand over his soul to the gods, for the common people, the pastor, a profession that was extremely beautiful before, has nothing to do with him. much difference.

"We... can't be together, the church forbids... same-sex love."

The unusual babble came out of his mouth staggeringly, and even when that word was mentioned, Leon subconsciously clenched Paimon's hand.

"You don't have to worry about teaching those insect wastes."

Leon was taken aback by his blatant disrespect and arrogance.

"I did have a contemptuous attitude towards you before, thinking that I didn't take you seriously. But it turns out that I was completely wrong because of my arrogance, ignorance and not-so-good temper, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life To rehabilitate a relationship that needs to be fixed."

"Leon Karben, I, Paimon Lemon Gayton, want to pursue you again."

"The ultimate goal is to make you my partner."

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21、Visit

Leon rested his forehead and stared at the large bouquet of irises with dewdrops and crystals on the door of the workshop, thinking about the impulse that came at an unknown time and drove him to agree to Paimon's request.

He was really happy and overwhelmed when the first bouquet was delivered, but as time went by, the daily bouquet of irises was too much for the storage space in his room. Elegant with a light floral fragrance.He also couldn't set his mind to simply deal with these delicate and fragrant flowers that had just been forced out of the moist soil, and judging from the silver-white bracts that appeared on the edge of the petals, it should be a rare and rare species, which made Leon even more unable to sit still reason.

"Wow Leon! You are so lucky!"

Pan De teased Leon, who brought the fragrance of flowers to the dormitory again. There was no other reason. Leon’s own bed and wooden table were already piled up with bouquets of flowers. It was dubbed "the drone of love" by Pan De.

The ring that disappeared for a few days returned to Leon's finger, and the ashes in his eyes burned away.