spartan ancestor

Hyacintos was shocked almost the moment he realized it, but the drowsiness after drinking still haunted him, so he just slightly raised his eyelids, and then lazily rubbed against the strong chest beside him, even with divine power. They didn't even bother to use it: "Aka."

He elongated his voice: "My eyes hurt."

He added slowly: "And the chest, the right leg, the arm, the head...the whole body hurts, like a fire."

"—Help me press."

"..." A-Ka's breathing became chaotic for a moment, and then he restrained himself to stabilize it.

Such a quick and subtle change can only be clearly felt when Jacintos is so close.

The next thing Hyacinthus knew was that he seemed to be put on a bed, and there was a rustling sound next to his ears, apparently Aka was wearing those rough gloves again.

Drunkenness magnified the dissatisfaction in his heart, and Jacintos sat up straight from the bed, staring straight at Aka: "I just had a dream, dreaming that I seemed to have slept with someone."

He made an overlapping gesture: "Use this posture."

In the dream, he was indeed lying on top of A-Ka's original form, and he had slept together.

"..." A-Ka pulled the edge of the glove with his slender and well-knit fingers. He was trying to straighten out the folds, but he paused when he heard that.

Yacintos lay back on the bed again: "Well, I should have been drinking at the time. He was also drinking."

"Snapped!"

The glove snapped off his wrist, making a sound, and A-Ka turned around with a sullen face, his face was so ugly that he could hardly hide it.

Jacintos didn't seem to hear, closed his eyes and said to himself: "I still remember the taste of the wine I drank at that time. It was sweet, with raisins added, and hawthorn stuffed..."

Aka originally frowned, but as Jacintos described more details, he showed a slightly taken aback expression.

Yacintos smacked his lips: "It's just that the hawthorn seems to be a little bit bad, and the taste is not so good."

"..." A-Ka's tense shoulders completely relaxed, and then his expression became wanting to defend, but he couldn't, with a hint of disappointment and disbelief flashing in his eyes, which were always deep and indistinguishable.

Obviously not really sleeping, but being said that, seems to be at a loss.

Hyacinthos lazily opened his eyelids a little, taking a panoramic view of A-Ka's expression, and a subtle smile flashed across his eyes.

It's finalized, the one in the dream is Aka.

What race is that?It was quite big to the touch, yet so soft... Judging from the content of the conversation at that time, they should be in the abyss, which is why the surroundings are so dark.

...Wait, he doesn't like the dark environment, does it have something to do with the experience in the abyss?

Yes, is it related to Akka?

Probably not.Hyacinthus immediately thought again, this recalled memory may explain why Aka always wants him to drink.

It wasn't that he wanted to get him drunk, but in his previous life, at a time he couldn't remember completely, he once told Aka that wine was a good thing, and he hoped he would drink it often in the future.

The seasons in Elysee's spiritual land and the human world are not completely synchronized, and the early spring breeze pours into the house through the window with a hint of coolness.

During the time when Hyacinthus was distracted, Aka had already skillfully and lightly taken off Hyacinthus' clothes, and neatly and meticulously folded them beside the bed.

Jacintos coughed lightly: "It's a bit cold."

Seemingly casually, he picked up the red cloak that had been neatly folded aside, only draped it on to cover the key point, and lazily turned over.

The straight and slender legs sandwiched the warm flannelette: "Okay, this is warm."

Hyacinthus could almost hear Akka's breathing stop suddenly, and he disappeared for quite a long time—anyway, it was too long for a human to do it.

He laughed in his heart—maybe the smile was also reflected on his face—and then, in this half-reclining, half-prone posture, he stood up with one arm and held Aka's palm that was stagnant in midair.

The fingertips slid across the broad palm, picked up the edge of the glove, and poked in along the wrist: "I won't wear it now, what material is it made of? It's so cold."

"...!" A-Ka's eyelids trembled, and his usually stable hands trembled too. He made two diametrically opposed moves at the same time, one was to hold Jacintos' troubled hand with his backhand, the other It is instinctive to want to back down.

Hyacinthus was pulled by Aka to sit sideways, and the red cloak draped over his shoulders fell down suddenly, and was piled up on the flexible waist lying on his side.

The warm velvet cloak is bright red, setting off the white that spreads beneath it.

This time, Hyacinthus took it away when he didn't see it well: "Huh? Don't wear it. These gloves are really annoying."

In his previous life, he almost made a nest on A-Ka, and he didn't see any anthropophobia in him.

That being the case, why is he still worried that Aka will feel uncomfortable because of "over-exposure"?

His fingers were even more reckless, he pushed away the glove that was attached to A-Ka's palm little by little, took off the annoying glove that had bothered him for a long time before the other party moved, and threw it into the bed and the wall. Between.

"..." A-Ka looked at the glove that had been miserably disliked, and then at Yacintos who was lying on the bed again, blocking between him and the glove.

After a while, he stretched out his hand slowly, and the warm fingertips landed on Jacintos' arm.

There are still scars from pain-resistant training, even now that the scabs have fallen off and new pale skin has grown, it is still conspicuous.

Hyacinthus moved a bit, feeling the other person's fingers lightly grazing those old wounds, precisely finding the place where the old wound was throbbing because of his memory recovery, and his technique was so proficient that it seemed that it was not the first time to comfort him like this .

This feeling of ease and comfort is even a little familiar, as if in the depths of memory, someone has done this before... From the initial clumsiness to the later proficiency and precision.

The mouth of the aromatic oil pot was gently opened, and the scent of the aromatic oil diffused in the room.

The fragrance of olive oil mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants, slowly infiltrated along with the rubbing, soaking the white under the red velvet cloth until it is as shiny and smooth as suet jade.

Hyacinths licked his lower lip slowly, feeling that all the throbbing old wounds were taken care of one by one, and the red velvet was gently pushed away.

He never felt how intimate these gestures were when he was innocent before, but now he felt that it was indeed a little too much——

His heart was pounding like a drum, and he couldn't help curling his fingers and wrinkling his cloak.

Jacintos restrained himself for a moment, couldn't help but suddenly sat up, reached out and grabbed Aka's collar, pulling him to bend down.

No brother, no nonsense, perfectly summed up all previous experiences.

Hyacinthus turned his face slightly, and raised his head to kiss Aka's lips.

He kissed in a hurry, so his lips missed a few inches, and only landed on the corner of the other's lips.

Before he had time to go deep, he was pushed back by a pair of hands.

"...Don't move around." Aka's voice was a little hoarse, but his hand was very steady, and Yacinthos was pushed back to its original position with unquestionable strength.

"..." Yacintos was a little disillusioned for a moment, and tried to struggle after lying on the bed for a while, "Kiss again. I didn't kiss right just now."

Aka's hands remained motionless: "Your mouth hurts too?"

"It hurts." Jacintos said cheekily, and raised his face, "One kiss, just one kiss."

In order to prevent Aka from being too shy, Yacintos closed his eyes considerately, but this time he learned a lesson, and held Aka tightly so that someone would not slip away in the blink of an eye.

There was silence in the hut. When Yacintos began to think in his heart whether A-Ka would kiss, yes, no, yes, no, he heard the rustling of clothes, and then there was a light breath spraying on his cheeks. , making him subconsciously hold his breath.

A kiss fell on Hyacinth's eyelids, as light as the wind passing over the skin, but just when Hyacinth thought it was over, Akavin's hot lips pressed against it again, staying for a longer period time.

"..." Yacintos' fingers moved slightly.

At first he wanted to laugh and tease how pure Aka was, but as the second kiss fell, as time passed, he suddenly felt that the kiss on the eyelids didn't seem to be because of how pure Aka was, It is more like containing too many unspeakable emotions suppressed, perhaps mixed with past memories.

Even the palm of the opponent's palm resting on his chest was so light, as if he was afraid that if he exerted force, he would shatter, or dissipate like a dream bubble.

"Do you want to continue to press?" Aka stepped back slightly, his hoarse voice became less indifferent, and seemed even deeper.

Hyacinthus blinked slowly: "Yes." He smiled as if nothing had happened, "I want it without gloves."

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It's hard to say that massage without gloves is enjoyment or torture. In short, after the massage, the two of them stayed in place for a while and didn't dare to move.

One of them relied on his thick skin, the other relied on his iceberg face, and they all relied on the cold wind blowing in from the window to save their lives.

After a long while, Aka froze and said to prepare food, while Yacintos pretended to find that there was no human food in the underworld, and nodded reservedly to let him go.

As soon as the person left, Jacintos sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, and knocked on the door of the next room: "Hades? Open the door now."

"Ah! You're finally back!" The door was opened by Thanatus, and the sound of children fighting came out from inside.

The god of death had tears in his eyes: "Can you take care of Aphrodite and Hephaestus?"

"?" Yacintos looked over Death's shoulder and looked into the room.

The original children's room has completely changed. Hades is sitting on a high chair, holding a large table to correct official tasks, Xiaoyuan has a serious expression on his face.

Fortunately, he was still able to calm down, the Vulcan and the Beauty God next to him had already quarreled, and the two of them rolled around together.

After turning into a cub, Beauty God's hair also became shorter. Someone combed her with two small hairpins on her head, and at this time, the Vulcan cub caught her.

Beauty Cub was not polite either, relying on his belly being slightly smaller than Vulcan Cub, he dexterously raised his short legs and kicked Vulcan Cub: "You are so brave! You have the nerve to hit me for stealing my things!"

With two tears in his mouth, Vulcan cub said, "You bullied me first! You snatched my fruit! If I don't let you eat it, you will kick my leg!"

Beauty Cub: "You first, you first!"

Vulcan Cub: "You go first!"

"..." Hyacinthus turned his head slowly, and decided to pretend not to see, "Where's Hades?"

"Don't pretend you didn't see it!" Thanatos wiped away his tears, "I've been here all day to break up fights, and when they fight, I also fight together, look at my eyes! How can people change? Little, your brain is also going backwards?"

Yacintos didn't know either, but he didn't want to show his timidity, so he just said indifferently: "This is not very good."

Thanatos: "Where is it good???"

Hyacinthus pushed away the Grim Reaper: "Ah, Hades, you are here."

Thanatos: "..."

pissed!

He still called his brother to come, no wonder that guy Hypnos ran so fast when he came back, he knew that it was difficult to take care of a child.

Hades buried his head in the case without raising his head, and only said twice perfunctorily: "Hmm."

"..." Hyacinthus always felt that Hades was also affected to some extent, but he glanced at Hades every time he finished a piece of official work, he touched the paper and sighed in satisfaction, and decided One more thing is worse than one less thing, "A question to you, do you know... what kind of race is there in the abyss, it is very big, very soft, and maybe it also prefers white?"

"...Abyss? Soft? Preferring white?" Hades repeated.

Hyacinthus: "Yeah, lying on it is as soft as lying on a cloud -- and flexible enough to give a precise massage."

Hades repeated it again: "Lying on it? Flexible? Giving a massage?"

"..." Jacintos began to wonder if Hades had also lost his mind, "If you don't know, you can just tell me without repeating."

Hades rolled his eyes faintly: "No. It's just that every feature you mentioned doesn't sound suitable for adding the prefix 'Abyss'."

But he still supported his round head with his chubby hand, and thought for a while: "Flexible and soft... You know, in the abyss, apart from the sinful souls of human beings, all the more powerful gods of the previous generation were imprisoned. What did you say?" I've never heard of this kind, but many gods are very romantic, what kind of weird descendants can't be created? Probably the descendants of some gods, according to your description, it probably has something to do with giants, snakes or sea monsters .”

As for liking white...

Hades pouted a little, and didn't say that generally if you have such incompatible preferences, you probably don't have much strength.

How can there be species in the abyss that like white?The stronger they are, the more unwelcome they are.

Hyacinthus nodded thoughtfully, stood there for a while, and couldn't help but sigh again.

With this massage, the burning sensation and pain are gone, but the other kind of fire is being pressed, and the wind blowing just now is cool, but now I feel uncomfortable.

The tactile sensation of kneading and pressing the fingertips was still faint, Yacintos tensed his body, took a deep breath, feeling quite dissatisfied with desire, and glanced at Hades, who was a little short and was about to be overwhelmed by official duties , moved a chair and sat across from Ha: "How is the renovation going, let me see."

It was the first time that he was so kind and took the initiative to accept official duties from himself. He stretched out his arms to hold half of the scrolls and stacked them in front of him, intending to help share the burden on the shoulders of the Pluto cub.

"..." Hades suddenly raised his head from the official document, stared blankly at Hyacinthus for a while, and then stood up suddenly with the support of the table.

If it was before, it would probably be a quite deterrent action, but Hades forgot about his short legs at this time, and just got up from the chair, he fell to the ground and fell to the ground.

During the fight, Aphrodite happened to have a panoramic view of Pluto's embarrassing moment, and immediately laughed wantonly: "Hahaha! Look at it - oops!"

She and Vulcan were still writhing and rolling on the ground, laughing so wantonly that she suddenly forgot to avoid the danger and slammed the back of her head against the hard corner of the cabinet: "—Wow!!!"

The cub burst into aggrieved and hearty cries, mixed with the condemnation of the other two cubs:

"Oh, Yashin, she stole my fruit!"

"You—why did you grab my toy?"

"……"Toy?Hyacinthus slowly looked down at the official documents in his arms.