Super sweet and astringent
*The love of tsundere
Damian doesn't like being touched, and the one who hates being touched by Slade, has always been like this.When he was rubbed his hair, he would want to cut people. When he was suddenly embraced, he would only fire two uncompassionate shots at the side of the death knell with his muzzle.Now it's hard to get together. The children slammed into Slade's arms dazedly like a beast with a clear head for the first time. Except for the dry wood and fire to soil the sheets, and the sloppy bed frame creaking, there was nothing gentle.Damian may be disgusted with another person's body temperature, perhaps because he dislikes the old man's beard rubbing his cheek, he would rather crawl out of bed and lie down on the sofa, rather than share a soft, touch with Slade Big bed full of body fluids.
The premise is that he can go.
"I think you are an energetic cock that is always full of electricity." The little boy once said to himself deliberately, riding on his legs in sweatpants.
"Are you ready to be my airplane cup?
He squeezed Damian's face. This mouth shouldn't be idle, so he fed him all kinds of things. He looked at the two neat rows of teeth and grinned, with his little pink tongue sticking out, sometimes Damien. When Ann passed out, she would half open her mouth to reveal the tip of her tongue, and her chin made her chin wet.
Only then did Slade remembered to kiss Damian, but it was too late, the boy had lost consciousness, and no pleasure could be passed on to this glum little panda.
At least, Slade thought, during the time they were together, he wanted Damian to be happy, whether through kissing or skin-to-person blindfolds, rather than experiencing pleasure through being stunned.He described this relationship as intimacy, and his handling of intimacy turned into shit—who would bother to hug a baby whose mind is not as good as a well-trained dog?Let's look at the relationship between him and Adeline again. The greetings that the can opener smashes on the head are commonplace, and there is no way to accidentally give birth to a daughter with a prostitute.He tried to make up, to Rose, to his ex-wife and sons.Holly said that he is not a person who is good at expressing feelings, an awkward guy, but he has found a smelly kid who is more awkward than himself, a poor child who is sullen and concealed all day long.
Even so, they go on a date.Of course, it's not a serious date. Damian finally wore a private suit, a black turtleneck sweater and black tights, which looked like a shadow of noon. It was narrow and short. Slade had casual suits of various materials and a wardrobe of Italy. For the suit, he picked a black shirt and an old leather jacket, and put it on the hood that didn't hurt anything.That evening they drove for a long time to the shore of the private beach. The sea breeze was cool and the hood was heated by the sun.
It's not bad to take a road trip once in a while. Since becoming a mercenary, almost every sports car has a long life. Even his favorite Aston Martin is also doomed-the one that tricked Damian and him to be happy in the car. After the lovely old man fell into the fire all night and broke to pieces, he once again realized that the motor vehicle was a disposable consumable.In other words, if you don't run more while the four wheels are still connected to the body, sooner or later this car will be buried in flames like its predecessors.In addition, the bouncer in front of him is obsessed with driving motor vehicles, boasting that he has driven rockets and spaceships all the time, Slade thinks he is still suitable for driving a bumper car in an amusement park.
Damian took off his sneakers and stepped barefoot on the soft white sand. The shallow footprints circled to the front of the car and walked quietly to Slade's side.The old man didn't say a word, so Damian lay down on the car hood obediently, reaching out to unfasten his belt.
"Wait." He held down the boy's hand.
"You want to come?" The little hand pulled back.
"You should get used to it. Don't always avoid it, you are so bad at dealing with intimacy?"
Damian shook his feet, shaking off the sand, and tilted his head.
"My father occasionally hugs me. What does it matter to us?"
He liked this statement, and he got closer.
"Kiss me with your lips, only lips."
The little boy raised his head and subconsciously licked his lips. When the soft lips rubbed against Slade's mouth, the one-eyed assassin closed his only eye, and the memory of the previous second was engraved on the retina. In the burning, flickering darkness he saw Damian's honey-colored skin, drooping eyelashes, and the fuzzy promontory far away.He rarely lays down his guard outdoors, but now the passage of time seems to have slowed down.Damian pecked his upper lip teasingly, rubbed cool saliva on his lower lip, and tweeted, like a teenager on the road.
"Remember this sense of touch."
Use an ingenious kiss to remember the curvature of another person's lips and start their intimate relationship in the most primitive way.Slade has long been no longer keen on the game of chasing each other between men and women. The revolving door of marriage or family will send him a goodbye, as if he is alone and no one loves him. Only the pleasure of career satisfies him.However, Damian appeared, deceived by the lame lie, Slade looked at his thin figure under the street lamp, and didn't know why he ran to catch the little boy who had fallen from the sky.
After that, he was shot twice for good intentions without retribution-although he was not 100% kind, at least he was tempted.
Now the child was lying halfway on his black sports car, rubbing his thigh and kissing him.
Damian stepped back a little, staring anxiously and confusedly.But he still remembered the consequences of being disobedient in bed last time, and he was not in a hurry to be spanked and crying outdoors.
"Open your mouth..." he muttered.Slade touched the back of the boy's round head, touching his forehead.
"Suck me with your tongue, okay?"
The boy's pink little tongue stuck into the hot and humid mouth. It was soft and powerful. It was different from the kiss on the lips. He changed the angle to cater to Slade's squirming tongue. The tongue that was accustomed to good food worked hard to serve the man. All the arrogant and acrid words turned into subtle syllables, and the glutinous nasal hummed a few times, reminding Slade of his little milk dog, his soft body exploring a new world."Your era is over, old man, you have lived for half a century." Once upon a time the young boy's mocking voice sounded, "Can't you stop?" Slade could only go against the current and try his best to tame his little cub. Let him suck himself tightly, crying intermittently and begging him not to stop.
Admit it, he wants the teacup to fall to pieces.
The plump thighs of the precocious child wrapped around his waist, sobbed helplessly and hungry, unable to maintain the rhythm of breathing, and a short inhalation interrupted the kiss.He was trying hard to chase, but Slade did not give him enough response.
"...What's next?"
Damian pulled away again, staring at the man with green eyes, curling his legs, stepping on Slade's crotch with his little feet, trying to express his dissatisfaction with this. What made him even more dissatisfied was that the old man did not have this kiss. It means hard, and he is already feeling the pressure of the tights.
"I want you to feel the joy of being touched. From the bottom of my heart."
Heart, Slade raised the boy's small face and whispered in his ear.Damian's ear tips gradually turned red, closing his eyes in the disappearing distance, opening his mouth to hold Slade's tongue in, he was a little dizzy for a moment, because the soft kiss almost made him intoxicated."Children have no resistance to alcohol," Slade once said, prying open a bottle of beer and pour it to Damian to taste. The cold ale, which has a slightly wheatish yellow color, is bubbling in Damian. Hops piled up on the tongue coating, which made him squint and wrinkle his nose.Slade laughed heartlessly at that time, and then they were all drunk.But this time, he would never let Slade deliberately make himself unconscious again, he thought so, unless his heartbeat subsided, or he stopped the urge to suck the man's lips.The silver beard rubbed against the boy's smooth and round chin, itchy.
This is the most sincere word Slade can say to anyone.His fingers run along Damian's cheeks, lightly touch the back of his ears, rub the small earlobes, and then slide towards the nape of the neck hidden in the collar.The boy trembled because of the sudden contact, and subconsciously wanted to twist around to protect himself.Slade liked the heat and tenderness hidden in his close-fitting sweater, fantasizing about peeling off the dark appearance. The undulations of his palm fit the boy's back, the soft and slender hairs are between his fingers, and the interlaced scars are on the palm.
"Hmm...mmmm..."
The childish nose sounded, and it took a few seconds for Damian to realize that it was his own voice. He was locked in his arms by Slade and rubbed it, holding each other's clothes with both hands at a loss.Are they hugging?What does this have to do with sex, it will not make him happy, or even make him feel vulnerable.
He wondered if Slade would feel the same way, so he stretched his hand around the man's body.
Slade stopped suddenly, he let go of Damian, watching his mouth that he didn't have time to close was rippling with aching water, his lips were bloodshot, and his entire face was flushed.
"We are here for a date today." The old man announced, "It's not a field battle."
It took only a few seconds for the child to go from shame to anger, and he kicked Slade on the thigh, and his mouth began to explode.Slade saw it and found it interesting, thinking that this kind of trick to deceive children is really endless.He wanted to cut Damian's tights with a knife and let him go home wearing ragged trousers. One of the holes still had his seed hidden in it, and it would flow out accidentally.