【Flame Burial】Our vulgar love story

(4) "Have you ever felt the wind of Casimir?"

Although Rhodes Island is named as a pharmaceutical company, in fact it is doing the work of tearing devils by hand.

Therefore, whether it is Yanke or Undertaker, as Rhodes Island's new and important combat force, they all need to "travel" frequently to deal with some difficult troubles.

And when it comes to completing assignments, no one does it better than The Undertaker.

He always overcomes all difficulties and achieves his mission, so that when the doctor assigns the task, he must carefully check whether the content of the task is wrong, because he can really complete those unimaginable requirements.

The mission this time was not difficult, but because the mission location was on the border of Casimir and the journey was far away, the mourners chose to rest in the hotel for one night before returning.Rest is necessary, this is his creed.

The location of this hotel is a bit out of the way. Natural disasters and wars make this area less touristy, so it is very quiet.

The furnishing of the room is in the obvious Casimir style, with thick wood-colored floors, soft beds, and a crackling and quiet burning fireplace, which fills the whole room with the aroma of burning apple wood.

Although there is no requirement for the residence, being able to live in such a comfortable place after the mission still makes the mourners feel the peace and relaxation that they have not seen for a long time.

He soaked in the mist-rising bath.

The gentle water waves are like a lover's hand, gently soothing that tired body, and washing away the blood stains all over his body, revealing the original white skin underneath.

The mourner stared at the few streaks of blood in the pool, and his thoughts gradually became empty.he thinks,

Maybe the blood on my body will never be washed clean.

Closing his eyes, the undertaker felt a little tired.

This exhaustion he could not talk to others.The doctor can't do it, and neither can Yan Ke, because even he himself can't capture the truth in his heart.

"Beep beep——" The communicator next to the bathtub rang, and the mourner woke up. It was Yanke who called.

"Has the mission been completed?" Yan Ke's voice was distorted through thousands of kilometers of electromagnetic waves, but it sounded even hoarse and magnetic.

"Mission completed." The mourner simply replied, thought for a while, and then said, "It went well, no injuries. It's too late today, I found a hotel to rest, and I can come back tomorrow."

"Then what are you doing now?"

The mourner turned over and lay on his stomach in the bathtub, the smooth lines of his back were hidden under the water: "I'm taking a bath. I'm a little tired today. This hotel happens to have a bathtub."

The voice from Yanke's side suddenly stopped for a moment, and soon it rang again: "The bathtub..."

The mourner instinctively sensed the subtle meaning and asked, "What about you, what are you doing?"

Yan Ke's deep and sexy laughter penetrated into his ears, and echoed in the wet and small space of the bathroom.

"Just now I was maintaining the blade, but now—"

The mourner keenly heard that the communicator was taken away, and he heard the crisp sound of metal bumping, and he knew that it was Yanke who undid the metal buckle of his usual belt.

Then, there was the sound of a zipper being unzipped.

The undertaker involuntarily squeezed the communicator tightly.

He was no longer a pure virgin, although he didn't know what Yan Ke wanted to do, but he was very familiar with the familiar feeling of ambiguity, heat, and rapid heartbeat.

Because in countless nights, he has been swallowed up by this sensual stimulation, and then he has fallen into the abyss of desire with the devil.

"Your breathing is faster than before." Yanke laughed softly, "What are you thinking?"

The mourner adjusted his breathing and said calmly, "I'm thinking about the previous mission."

In fact, the many days of separation made the mourners somewhat lack self-control.There is never more than one person who will be teased by longing.

I have to admit that just hearing the sound of Yan Ke deliberately untying his belt on the phone, his genitals under the water became a little stiff.

The Undertaker has always been frank when dealing with desires, and he knows very well what Yan Ke is planning, but he doesn't intend to let the other party succeed just like that.

"Really?" Yanke didn't show any dissatisfaction, but his voice sounded very comfortable.

"But I miss you very much. Tsk, just thinking about it is too hard, maybe after hearing a few more words from your voice, I'm going to come out." On the other end of the phone, Yan Ke's tone changed, as if from the Garden of Eden. The snake is also like a fragrant and rotten rose.

The other party was so direct that the undertaker didn't know how to continue the call. He wanted to hang up the phone, but for some reason, his fingers froze and he couldn't press it.

He was suddenly glad that Yan Ke didn't ask for a video, otherwise how would he hide those rippling eyes and flushed cheeks?

Yanke didn't seem annoyed when he didn't hear the mourner's answer, but turned around and said, "Is the water a bit cold? Dry off first, and go to bed."

When he said this, the mourner seemed to really feel the water was cold, put on a bathrobe, and lay back on the bed with the communicator.

Casimir was near Ursus, and it was very cold outside, with a white layer of frost forming on the windows.The fruit logs were still burning in the fireplace.The orange-red flames were dancing, like the eyes of Yan Ke, and like his never-leaving knife, all exuding a suffocating and crazy beauty.

"Are you lying on the bed now?" Yan Ke asked.

The mourner buried one side of his face in the soft pillow, and replied in a muffled voice: "Yes."

"I'd like to know, what are you wearing right now?"

"...bathrobes."

"Are you wearing underwear?" Yanke smirked, probably because he didn't hear the answer, and asked again, "What color are you wearing? I like the white triangle one you wear the most. It looks like your butt is sticking out. Don't answer." Ah, then I guess I was wrong."

"Could it be that light gray one, well, that one is also very good, it looks like a fuck-"

"Yanke, you talk too much." The mourner didn't like the feeling of being led by the nose, interrupted Yanke, and said slowly, "I'm wearing black today, triangle. You said I don't have this kind of Style? Well, maybe it’s because you’re in a hurry to pack your luggage when you go out, so it’s yours.”

"... Tsk, you are such an angel who has learned badly. Will your god be angry?" Yan Ke on the other end of the phone seemed to be stimulated by these words, and his tone became strong, but he was restrained. In a sweeter coat, like the most dangerous poison, always has the most beautiful appearance,

"I think you're hard too, right? I miss you so much, I want to see you right away, I want to see you cum in my mouth... But now, you can only do it yourself."

The white bathrobe hung loosely on his body, and the pliable body that had been covered under the uniform all year round flushed with lust, but no one could see this alluring beauty at this moment.

The night in winter is extraordinarily quiet, and this quietness makes the mourners feel unbearable.He heard his own panting, the faint current from the communicator beside him, and the vaguely absent voice of the Yankee on the other end of the phone.

The hot and hard lower body was held by his own hand, which was a completely unfamiliar feeling for the mourner.

It was the first time he did such a thing.His indifferent nature in the past made him have no needs, and after being with Yan Ke, he didn't need to come by himself.

Therefore, the mourner's movements are very unskilled, and he can only jerk his genitals up and down while recalling Yan Ke's movements.But I don't know if he was spoiled, or he really didn't know what to do, and he was still not as comfortable as when Yan Ke's hand comforted him.

The devil on the other end of the phone seemed to know his predicament, and he was very considerate, and guided him in a low voice: "It's my hand touching you. Yes, just like I usually do, you don't need to be too fast, just touch it...

"Let me see. Wow - what a horny angel, it's so hard it's dripping."

"Um... um..."

The mourner couldn't help curling up his back, covering his eyes with one arm, biting his lip with his white teeth, and moaned uncontrollably.

Flame guest... Flame guest.

This name seemed to be engraved in the annual rings in his bones and blood, and the traces became deeper with each passing day.

It was Yanke's fingers caressing his body.

The fingers were slender and strong, and the pulp of the fingers was covered with a layer of thin calluses left by the knife. Whenever they rubbed, there would always be a terrifying tremor.His nails are cut short and are always painted with black polish.The undertaker is not very clear about the aesthetics of "ordinary people", but he has always felt that Yan Ke is very suitable for this appearance.

The mourner's breathing became faster and faster, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster, but he always felt that there was not enough, not enough...

"Ha..." Yanke's voice became thicker, "Your hand feels so comfortable to me, baby, it's so hard, I really want to fuck your back immediately."

"What am I going to do now?"

The undertaker was shocked, and a trembling whimper escaped from his throat.

He is like a traveler in a snowstorm, bewitched by the devil in the castle, knowing that there is a trap ahead, but he can't resist the temptation of the bowl of hot soup.

He took away the hand that blocked his eyes, put two fingers into his hot and humid mouth like a demon, and licked back and forth with his tongue from fingertips to finger pulps.

Flame guest... Flame guest.

At this time, Yan Ke would hug him tightly and let him lie on the bed with his legs apart, his buttocks turned up like a beast waiting to mate.

Undertaker doesn't like the feeling of being easily conquered. He always resists fiercely, but he will only be suppressed harder.

The bed was wrinkled between Xunhong's fingers, and he would be naked, like a lamb offered to the gods, and the other party might not even take off the black tights on his upper body.The waist wrapped under the tights is lean, but it contains extremely powerful strength. When the desire is tight, the distinct abdominal muscles bulge up, exuding a strong desire to conquer, like a horse that has already prepared for its prey. lone wolf.

Yanke's fingers must have been wet from his licking, and he went to rub the back hole that had already opened and closed, as if he wanted to grind a very ripe rose into sweet juice.

The color there is no longer as light as it was at the beginning, but a deep red after being saturated with desire, like some kind of ripe berry, which can ooze out a hand of juice with a light pinch.

The undertaker's fingers were thrusting back and forth in his back hole, his toes were clenched, and a few drops of physiological tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

A sweet sense of guilt filled my heart.

What a bad angel he felt, very bad.

"Hmm..." Yanke's panting became heavier and heavier, the desire in his voice was urgent and undisguised,

"You're so fucking tight behind you, how come you're still like this after fucking so many times?"

This, what kind of question is this... The undertaker's mind was in confusion, and he didn't know how to answer it.Fortunately, Yan Ke didn't seem to be really asking a question.

"Clamp your ass, I'm going to fuck you."

Yanke's genitals are thick and long, and a little upturned, far from what his two fingers can compare.But at this moment, he really felt in a trance that he had returned to the small dormitory in Rhodes Island.

The room is full of Yan Ke's scorching breath, his scorching body temperature, his fiery kisses, and his low-pitched love words.

The back hole became more and more constricted by this erotic imagination.He listened to Yanke's instructions on the phone, stretched out his fingers to poke in, and stroked the soft flesh deep inside, as if the other party's round glans was being rubbed, which made him unable to restrain himself anymore, and couldn't help trembling groaned.

"Flame... Flame."

"I'm here, I'm here. Don't be afraid, I'll hold you." Yanke's voice sounded far away. The mourner grabbed the communicator and pressed the cold machine to his hot cheeks. An indistinct murmur.

It was Yanke, rampaging in his body, sucking his earlobe, or parting hands to rub the nipples that had been neglected for a long time.

"Your nipples are so sensitive and the color is beautiful... Remember our first time?"

"I wanted to drink milk out of you at that time, would you cry then?"

"Yes, I know, you are not a woman...but you are more beautiful than a woman, no, than anyone else."

Yanke's thrusting became faster and faster, as if he was going to fuck him to death on the bed.

His pussy overflowed with his own juices, dripping down his fingers and leaving a small smudge on the sheet.

The person who cleans up the room tomorrow will be very distressed, right?But at this time, the undertaker couldn't care less.

"Hurry up, Yanke, hurry up..." He muttered to himself, reaching out to touch the communicator, as if stroking the black ore on Yanke's body.

Those ores are much better than when they first arrived in Rhodes Island two years ago.

"Baby, hurry up, tighten it tighter." Yan Ke's voice was intermittent, and it was obviously coming to a peak.

Yan Ke is about to ejaculate, and his movements will become more and more fierce at this time, and the huge egg sac will slap on his ass, making a dull impact sound.

When the mourner heard the voice of the other party falling into a daze, it was like lying naked in a sea of ​​poppies, hallucinated, and so happy that he wanted to cry.

He actually loves this moment of being on the verge of collapse,

It's as if the deepest animal desires hidden in the instinct have been turned out, bathed in the eyes of judgment, wanting to escape from shame, and trembling with joy.

Eventually they both reached the apex of desire at the same time.When he ejaculated tremblingly, the undertaker heard what Yanke said on the phone, he thought it was "I love you", but he couldn't be sure.

Is this love?

The mourner gasped for breath, and a thin layer of lustful tears formed in his blank eyes, like the layer of frost on the window.

He pressed his lips to the microphone of the communicator.

Kiss his lover thousands of kilometers away.

Is this love...

Why does it feel that the distance between love and death is so close.

He seems to be held by a demon, wandering between life and death, hell and heaven.He forgot everything for a short while, the bloodshed and slaughter, the list of tasks that needed to be filled, and only the tightly clasped hands in his eyes.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

He was so tired that he didn't even know when the communication was interrupted, and he fell asleep peacefully under Yan Ke's voice.

On the day he returned to Rhodes Island, Yan Ke was sent by the doctor to carry out a mission, and he would not come back until evening.The undertaker vaguely felt that this was better. Although he wasn't shy, but he had only done that kind of thing on the phone the night before, and he still didn't want to meet right away.

When reporting on the task, I ran into Miss Meteor who came to the control center to find Linguang.

As a sniper, Miss Meteor's way of fighting with ancient bows and arrows aroused his interest, and the two of them could be regarded as friendship.

Meteor heard that the place where he carried out the mission was Casimir, with a look of nostalgia on his gentle face, and said: "Casimir has a lot of wind all year round, and sometimes it blows out the bonfire. I really miss it." Mister Undertaker, have you felt the wind of Casimir this time?"

The mourner couldn't help but think of the small hotel last night. The wind outside the window did not stop, but it couldn't cover up the absurd spring in the room.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention." The mourner replied calmly without any change in his expression.

"Huh?" Meteor looked behind him and said hello suddenly, "Mr. Yanke, did you finish the mission early?"

The one carrying the knife not far away is not Yan Ke, so who is it?

The mourner turned his head away from him, but he couldn't stop the man from getting closer.

"Yeah, it ended early because of the rush—no, nothing."

The mourner had an illusion, as if the man's breath had been sprayed on his sensitive back of the neck.

"Long time no see, Mr. Undertaker. Do you have time to invite you for a drink tonight?"

Yan Ke said so, and gently squeezed the mourner's fingers where the meteor could not see.

Gently and delicately.

Like the creak when a wooden door is pushed open,

The crisp sound of wind chimes under the eaves.

It is also like a lantern in the lover's hand to illuminate the way home in a long snowy night, swaying gently with the wind.

【THAN】