I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 44 First Kiss

The two listened to the ebb and flow of the tide, smelled the salty smell from the waves, and drank a small barrel of wine in a muffled voice.They leaned on each other, in the same cloak, felt each other's body temperature, didn't talk much, just admired the Milky Way like a veil and the moon in the eye of the night tacitly.

Their tacit understanding is probably so silent, they don't need to say a word, but they feel that they have already chatted heartily.

Helen was particularly happy, he drank a lot of wine, his throat felt slightly burning, the blinking time became longer, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and his neck also felt a little.

It seems that he has revealed all the characters in his heart, and there is nothing to cover up.In front of Lucas, he has always been himself, never pretending.

He drank the last drop of wine, turned his face and asked, "Have you brought a sword? I want to fight with you."

Lucas raised his eyebrows and went to the carriage to get two swords.He handed Herron a sharper one.

Heron took off the holster, put his index finger and middle finger together, and slowly moved down along the blade.His fingers are as clean as ice jade, and when they move, they look like the bright moonlight reflected by the tip of a sword.

His palm turned suddenly, and the white light reflected by the blade swept across his face.

He stood up, and pointed the blade along his calf.

"Still the old rules, Lucas," he ordered. "Save me for the last time."

Lucas sighed helplessly.The dagger twirled in his palm, and he pointed it at Heron.

It was another round of fighting with great disparity in strength.

But Herron never tires of it.

Helen took the initiative and ran and jumped over. His white shirt was blown away by the wind, and his long hair was blown up by the wind.He was slightly drunk, and his sword skills were naturally messy.His sword swung a few times in the air, drawing out a few streaks of white light, before swinging and smashing towards Lucas.

Lucas didn't need to defend against it, and dodged it by jumping to the side.

Not to be outdone, Herron continued to hack and slash, but was blocked by Lucas.The sword and the sword pulled out a string of sparks, scorching them.The clank of cold iron was embedded in the sound of long-lasting waves like peas in the hand.

Unsurprisingly, Helen was knocked down on the beach by Lucas.He stood up quickly, brushed off the sand on his shirt, stared at Lucas not far away, and did not rashly draw his sword again.

Lucas was in the moonlight not far away.He was wearing a coarse shirt, his blond hair was dyed silver, and his body was strong and strong.He looked over quietly, like a calm and dull marble statue, tall and handsome.

Helen looked at him for a while, then suddenly smirked, and lifted his shirt up, revealing his slender and white legs.

Lucas's hand holding the sword trembled suddenly, and his whole body trembled.

Helen simply threw away the sword, and with a nasty smile on his lips, he just lifted his clothes and approached him step by step.

His lustrous legs are silvery white, naked, straight, soft and firm, as if wrapped in magical satin, showing a beauty beyond gender; even more beautiful than the gods on the murals , as if it came from the hands of an artist with extremely high aesthetics.

He walked up to Lucas and looked up at him slightly.

"When do you want to see? Lucas..." He asked maliciously, smiling wickedly, like a demon who enjoys playing tricks on people.

Lucas abruptly turned his face away, evasively, his breathing was already disordered, and his voice was very hoarse, "Why do you want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Herron immediately jumped on top of him, her bare legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms were around his neck, and her calves kept swinging.

Lucas quickly dropped the dagger and hugged him, fearing that he would fall.

Helen put her lips close to his ear, blew, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Are you hard? I saw it."

Lucas's ears slammed as if they were filled with water.Every drop of blood in his body froze into ice, and then exploded in the blood vessels in a burst.His back was unnaturally tense, and every part of his body seemed to solidify and then shatter.His heart suddenly jumped to his throat, and it was about to tear open the skin and pop out.

His long-buried heart was blown away by Heron.

As soon as his eyes went dark, his legs softened and he fell backwards, finally lying on the beach.So Herron just straddled his lap, folded his arms, and looked down at him from above.

Lucas's heart beat like a drum, and he turned his face to one side.

Herron smiled and turned his face around, "That's a coincidence, because I'm hard too."

Lucas was stunned, sat up all of a sudden, grabbed his shoulders, and looked at him in disbelief.

It was as if he was hallucinating, and a thick fog filled his eyes, as if the nebula behind Heron had all been distorted into chaos, and even the sound of the blue sea, moon, and sea tide disappeared instantly.Only Helen and himself are still in this world.

The confused white mist gradually dissipated, and what filled between his eyelashes was Heron's gentle face.

Lucas suddenly calmed down.His erratic soul returned after seeing Harun.

The two stalemate for a while.In the end, Herron lay down limply on Lucas' lap, hugging his waist.He rubbed his face against his waist, like a kitten waiting for its owner to scratch its chin.

They are all silent, tacit to each other, enjoying the ambiguity before expressing their love; it seems that the clear halo around the moon is more imaginative than the bright moon itself.

Lucas put Herron's head on his arm, and with the other hand he covered him with the cloak, covering his bare legs tightly.

"Lucas..." Helen closed his eyes and smiled, "Don't treat me like a master or a nobleman, right now..."

"I know." Lucas said softly, pushing the locks of hair from his eyes, "I don't want to do that now either."

He held his shoulders, lowered his head, and combed his messy hair with his fingers.He took off the hard shell of the gladiator, and his eyes and movements were extremely gentle.It seemed that Helen was some untouchable precious object, and it would shatter if he moved too much.There was a hard callus on his palm, and Heron could feel it.

Herron took Lucas's hand, pulled it close to her face, and opened her eyes to look at him.

In the boundless starry sky, Lucas's facial features are located among the dense stars.His blue eyes grew darker and deeper.Herron felt that if she jumped into his ocean-like eyes, she would drown in them smiling.

This time, Lucas didn't resist.He hugged Heron's cheek with four fingers, and stroked under his eyelid with his thumb.

His wet hair was in tangles, and the water dripped from the ends of his blond hair, hitting Heron's lying face drop by drop.

Heron smirked, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to touch the dripping water.Water dripped into the tip of his tongue and dripped into his mouth.Very salty taste.

His dark eyes were fixed on Lucas.He wanted to seduce him with this behavior, he wanted him to take the initiative to kiss himself.

Lucas was easily manipulated by him, and his face became more and more gloomy.

He parted his long hair, stroking it down gently.

Herron's neck was as smooth as suet or silk, and he could feel the beating of his arteries.He really wanted to lower his head to bite, lick, even bite his delicate skin and devour his warm blood.He longed for Herron no less than a lion hunts its prey.

Helen raised his neck slightly, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to enjoy it very much.He stroked Lucas's back with his hand, sliding his fingertips up his spine.

Lucas' body gradually tensed up, and his breathing gradually became heavy.A little bit of temptation from Helen is like four or two pulls of a thousand catties, stirring up a fire that engulfs the entire world.

Herron pressed her ear to his stomach, and could hear the beating of his heart.

"Lucas...keep your head down a little, I want to touch you..." he said.

Lucas did.

Herron reached out and reached for his face.From the chin to the cheekbones, and then around his ears, stroking his ears with nostalgia.Finally, along the hairline, he touched his blue eyes with golden eyelashes.He moved each golden eyelash little by little with his fingertips, felt the slight tremor of the blue eyes, touched his eyebrows along the shape of the eyeballs, and stroked each one carefully.He stroked his smooth forehead, feeling the shape of the brow bone.

Herun's warmth, like the soft light emitted by the goddess's scepter, seemed to contain all the emotions in the world; it was also like some kind of omnipotent medicine, which healed all Lucas' suffering and pain.This is something that raw desire and momentary pleasure can't bridge.

"My master..." Lucas's eyes were hot, and his heart was sore.He felt that even if he died, he would have no regrets in his life.He picked him up from his lap, and Herron's head was in his arms.

The moonlight illuminated Heron silvery white.His eyelashes turned a thick grayish white, as if coated with silver powder.The semi-dry and damp inner liner stuck to the flesh, revealing a beautiful flesh red color.The two points of his chest are also exposed, and the waistline is slender and graceful.He licked the wine stain hanging from the corner of his mouth, leaving a smear of water, like a star in the sky.

He seemed to have turned into a puddle of tangled tender water.

He stroked Lucas's face, suddenly chuckled and said, "Am I pretty? Lucas?"

Lucas took a breath, his pupils dilated instantly, and the blood in his whole body was boiling hot because of these words.Unable to suppress the longing, he lifted Herren's head and kissed him.

His breathing was very disordered, and the breath he exhaled was hot enough to burn Harun.At the beginning, his kiss was quite gentle, like the touch of a dragonfly on water; later on, his kiss became manic and passionate, full of moisture, turbulent like a storm.

He grabbed Harun's long hair tightly, demanding everything from him.Every muscle in his body was trembling or contracting, his shoulders seemed to be convulsed, sweat was shining brightly from his pores, and his chest was shaking faster and faster.His mood was up and down, as if several lightning bolts had passed through his body.His love, his faith, were released through this lingering kiss, as violent as magma from the abyss suddenly ejected from a volcano.His brain was blank, his heart was beating violently, and the thirst from the depths of his soul made it uncontrollable, and he felt that he was going to die soon.

He has been in love with Helen for a long time, and he has restrained his desire and love for a long time, so long that he can't remember when he fell in love.He even felt that he had been in love with Herron from birth, or that he was falling in love with him again every moment.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly raised his head, eyes full of confusion and emotion.He stared at Helen in a daze, and was stunned.

Helen was also out of breath, panting heavily with his eyes closed, his body trembling slightly.His arms hung limply around Lucas' neck, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, smiling happily.The breath of the two is like sticky threads of thick glue, tightly entangled together.

He felt the pain on his lips, raised his hand to stroke it, and found that it was full of blood.

"Lucas..." He smiled, "This time you bit me and bleed."

Lucas took his hand, sucked the blood away, picked him up, and hugged him.

The two were chest-to-chest, with Herron's head resting on his shoulders, and his arms wrapped tightly around his back.So does Lucas.

They didn't entangle too much about their identities, and they loved each other.Herron didn't care about that, and neither did Lucas.