Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen dragged Nietzsche all the way to the villa, went straight to the second floor, then pushed open the bedroom door, pulled Nietzsche's arm and pushed him in.

"Bang...!" Han Sen pushed so hard that Nietzsche, who was already very uncomfortable, lost his legs and fell on the carpet.

Han Sen turned and closed the door, then walked straight to the long full-length mirror in the room.

The room is very large, the lights and windows inside are not open, the pale milky white curtains block the bright and dazzling light outside, only shallow and sparse tree shadows float on the curtains, and some fall on the floor, looking cool lonely.

"Viciousness is hard to train. I knew that what I said to you before was all nonsense. I am really too naive for a slut like you."

Han Sen stood in front of the full-length mirror and unbuttoned his suit. Because he attended the intoxicated wedding with Nietzsche today, Han Sen's black hair was combed up, revealing his straight nose and deep eyebrows.

Nietzsche was still sitting on the ground motionless, his red hair was a little messy scattered on his cheeks, revealing his pointed chin and half of his pale side face, his whole face looked sleepy, his expression seemed Very tired.

After taking off his suit, Han Sen raised his fingers and pulled off the tie around his neck, his eyes lingering on Nietzsche's side face in the mirror.

The light in the room was dim, and Han Sen saw that the corner of Nietzsche's mouth was stained with blood that hadn't dried up, and some of it was spilled on the collar of his suit, bit by bit, the bright red looked very dazzling, giving people a thrilling feeling , the man lowered his eyelids, his shoulders trembled slightly, "Ahem..."

Nietzsche covered his mouth and coughed twice.

Han Sen tore off the tie around his neck and threw it on the ground, turned around and walked in front of Nietzsche, then squatted down, reached out and pinched Nietzsche's chin, forcing Nietzsche to look up at him, Han Sen stared directly at Nietzsche's face with his dark eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

Han Sen spoke softly, then raised his hand, and gently wiped the tip of his index finger on Nietzsche's blood-stained mouth, then sent the fingertip to his mouth and sucked it clean.

Nietzsche raised his eyes and looked at Han Sen coldly:

"Han Sen, count yourself as cruel."

Han Sen smiled silently, reached out and patted Nietzsche's face,

"How can you be so cruel, uncle, doing that kind of thing with a man under my nose,"

Han Sen reached out to smooth Nietzsche's hair,

"You should know what I hate the most."

Han Sen reached out and picked up one of Nietzsche's hands, put them on his lips and kissed them one by one: "Look, each of your ten fingers has touched my body. It has never stopped, and I have never escaped, because I know, when I first saw you, I knew it was impossible for me to escape from your hands, after all, I still had nothing at that time, "

Han Sen put down Nietzsche's palm, stood up, looked down at Nietzsche and said:

"However, whenever I think of you still using them to touch other men, the breath of those dirty flesh will remain here, I just want to cut them off one by one, so that you can no longer touch other men .”

After finishing speaking, Han Sen raised his foot and stepped on the back of Nietzsche's hand slowly and heavily.

"Well……"

There was a tingling feeling in his hand, Nietzsche snorted lowly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he looked up at Han Sen, "Believe it or not, I didn't do anything."

Han Sen sneered:

"Oh? I saw that dirty thing of yours being held in someone's mouth with my own eyes. It's called doing nothing. What exactly is it called? Your bottom line is really low."

Nietzsche is just more knowledgeable about current affairs. It doesn't mean that he is not temperless. On the contrary, his temper is actually very bad, but he is usually too lazy to express it, but Han Sen's doing so really angered him.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen and said ruthlessly.

"At least I didn't fuck him in his ass!"

Before the words fell, Han Sen let go of his foot, then waved his hand, and slapped Nietzsche on the face suddenly, Nietzsche fell to the ground in response, silent for a long time, and then whispered: "I touched him before, no What will I do with him now, I have forgotten his appearance, even his name. Han Sen, I swear I did nothing today."

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled:

"Sorry, I only believe what I see with my own eyes."

"Lutheran, even if you remember his name and appearance, it's meaningless, because as long as someone who has touched your body, I won't tolerate him living in this world, your body will only belong to you in the future. One person, that person is me——Han Sen."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen lifted Nietzsche from the carpet, hugged his waist, and kissed his bloody lips until Nietzsche could barely breathe.

"Uncle, isn't it good to live a good life? Why do you always do these things that make me unhappy?"

"I can give it to you whenever you want in the future, but there is really no need for you to step out of this building."

"Don't be sad, I think we'll come up with a good solution."

"What do you think?"

Nietzsche gasped and looked at the familiar face in front of him. He stared straight at Han Sen for a long time. He didn't talk back to Han Sen. He just nodded expressionlessly: "If you are unhappy, you can tell me I'll do whatever you want, and I'll take all your offers."

【I'm never one to give in easily, and I've never given in to anyone.

That was the first straightforward compromise in my life, with no complaints or regrets.

As for why, I think it's intuition, because I never gave myself a reasonable answer.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I don't understand.

Only then did I understand that in life, not everyone can give themselves a clear account.

Although when I was with Han Sen, I was an elder. 】

— Nietzsche Lutheran. ,

That night, Han Sen didn't stay in Nietzsche's bedroom to sleep with him. Instead, after reprimanding Nietzsche severely, he got up and went to the study to read a book. He didn't plan to sleep in Nietzsche's bedroom at night.

After Han Sen left, Nietzsche sat by the bed and waited, then ate dinner at a fixed time.

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There was no movement at the door until midnight. Nietzsche probably understood that Han Sen might not come to sleep at his side. In the past, Han Sen always stayed by Nietzsche's side, especially at bedtime. He fell asleep with Nietzsche very punctually.

For about half a month after that, Han Sen didn't sleep with Nietzsche, and he came back very late at night. He never took the initiative to greet Nietzsche during the day, and he didn't even look at him, nor did he talk to Nietzsche much. Say a word, as if he does not exist in this building.

For about two months before, both of them slept on the same bed. Most likely, Han Sen held Nietzsche in his arms, and Nietzsche curled up in Han Sen's arms.

During Nietzsche's compulsory detoxification period, Han Sen always slept with Nietzsche himself all night and all night until he fell asleep completely. The body trembled nervously intermittently. Han Sen hugged him forcefully, then got up and coaxed Nietzsche, and soon fell asleep. Now the sudden separation, Nietzsche is very uncomfortable.

Nietzsche used to be pampered. His father, Lutheran, educated Nietzsche from a young age, mainly to cultivate a rational and ruthless personality model. The surrounding environment is also an important reason for Nietzsche's ruthless personality.

But in terms of material and living conditions, Nietzsche has never been owed.

When his father was alive, Nietzsche was never owed anything. After his father was killed, Nietzsche was still a serious and pampered son.

In the past, as long as a certain person's body or environment made Nietzsche feel comfortable, Nietzsche would use all means to control these things in his own hands, and there would be no such situation that he could see and not get.

Now, let’s not talk about how Han Sen treated Nietzsche. Nietzsche felt comfortable with Han Sen from the beginning to the end—Han Sen’s taciturnity made Nietzsche feel comfortable, Han Sen’s body made Nietzsche feel comfortable, and Han Sen’s body made Nietzsche feel comfortable. Nietzsche also felt comfortable with the smell, so there was a reason why Nietzsche was able to sleep peacefully in Han Sen's arms under the conditions of being cruelly treated by Han Sen.

The subjective interpersonal environment could not be improved at this moment. Nietzsche knew that Han Sen was a stubborn man, and his attitude towards himself would not change easily—unless he wanted to, but from an objective point of view, Nietzsche still felt that Han Sen We are the most comfortable when we are together, and have always been for so many years.

The most dependent thing in the world is the human body. This kind of dependence is terrible. When two people get used to being together, the departure of one party will cause serious discomfort to the other party.

Now, suddenly, Han Sen left, and Nietzsche began to feel uncomfortable.

It can be said that the whole body is uncomfortable.

Nietzsche is an extremely picky person, and there are very few people who can let him get used to it naturally, and Han Sen is one of them.

Now that Han Sen is not with him, more or less he doesn't spare some time to accompany him. Nietzsche can't sleep almost every night, and under the corners of his eyes is a circle of light blue dyed by insomnia.

When he was in prison, Nietzsche didn't want Han Sen to sleep with him, but Han Sen always sat by Nietzsche's bed and left after he fell asleep.

Many years ago, Nietzsche got used to Han Sen being by his side.

"Mr. Nietzsche, do you need anything else?"

Lili was standing in front of Nietzsche with a plate. Nietzsche sat on the edge of the bed, shook his head, and then looked at Lili: "Has Han Sen slept?"

Lili shook her head:

"Mr. Han is reading a book in the study right now."

Nietzsche thought for a while and asked again:

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Lili shook her head again:

"No, Mr. Han doesn't seem to have any plans to eat tonight. After coming back in the afternoon, he stayed in the study and didn't come out. I served him tea a few times in the middle. After that, Mr. Han didn't have any orders."

Nietzsche nodded, waved Lili back, and sat on the sofa silently flipping through the book.

Not long after, Nietzsche felt a little sleepy. He stood up, walked to the bed, and lay down on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

So he sat up again, took out the chain that Han Sen used to lock himself from the drawer, stood in front of the mirror, fastened the metal ring around his neck with a blank expression, Holding the chain in his hand, he pushed open the door and walked towards the study.

When he walked to the door of the study, the door of the study was not closed. Nietzsche stood by the door silently. He saw Han Sen wearing a black low-necked sweater and was revising a document. Han Sen's bangs were released. When he came down, the black hair was scattered on his forehead, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly.

Nietzsche raised a hand, looked directly at Han Sen's face and knocked on the door. If Nietzsche hadn't taken the initiative to come to Han Sen this time, they would have had little chance of meeting each other.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Han Sen looked up and saw Nietzsche standing by the door. The man was wearing a red nightgown with a metal ring around his neck, and the nightgown was tied up with a belt. But Nietzsche's two slender legs can be vaguely seen.

Han Sen put down the signature pen in his hand, reached out and closed the document in front of him, and asked coldly, "Lutheran, why are you still awake, what are you doing here so late?"

"I can not sleep."

Nietzsche said in a deep voice, and walked up to Han Sen.

Han Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Nietzsche's face, as if he didn't know what Nietzsche was going to do now, and he didn't understand why Nietzsche was doing this.

Nietzsche handed the chain to Han Sen with no expression on his face.

"From now on, I hand over the control to you."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche. The slender metal chain was shining in Nietzsche's white palm. He pulled his lips and smiled silently, then tightened his grip on the metal chain.

Nietzsche slammed it up, wrapping his hands around Han Sen's neck, saying:

"Han Sen, stay with me every night from now on."

Han Sen raised his eyebrows,

"Oh, so what are you going to do now."

Nietzsche knelt down slowly, knelt in front of Han Sen, pulled off Han Sen's pants, buried his head in it, and closed his mouth.

Han Sen lowered his head, looked at Nietzsche's slow and irregular movements, reached out and pinched Nietzsche's chin, and raised his face, "Don't waste your time doing such untechnical things, Lutheran."

Han Sen tidied up, then bent over and hugged Nietzsche and walked towards the bedroom, pushed open the door, walked to the bed, put Nietzsche on the bed, and pressed his body on it. , Han Sen pushed aside Nietzsche's pajamas, brushed his hair aside, kissed his neck and back, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want it?"

As Han Sen spoke, he put his finger under Nietzsche for a test, and it turned out that it was already wet.

Nietzsche nodded, his fingers tightly clutching the bed sheet under him,

"Why didn't you sleep here all of a sudden?"

Han Sen frowned in displeasure, and the scene of that day reappeared in his mind, and said coldly: "Lutheran, no one likes to sleep with a whore."

Nietzsche pursed his lips silently, turned around and pulled off Han Sen's pants and his own underpants, stretched out his hand and looked at Han Sen: "But you are the only one who used it here."

Han Sen nodded,

"Yes, you are right, but this is not a reason to forgive you."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen held his place, lowered his head, and pushed in slowly but firmly, looking there motionlessly throughout the process.

As soon as Han Sen came in, Nietzsche snorted softly, lying on the bed weakly.

Han Sen pressed down on Nietzsche's body, feeling the heat inside. Han Sen opened his mouth and bit Nietzsche's shoulder hard.

Nietzsche shrank, and Han Sen clearly felt the movement.

"I think I shouldn't have talked back to you last time, or you wouldn't have ignored me for so long,"

Nietzsche raised his slender fingers, touched Han Sen's face, and gasped:

"Han Sen, hold me and fuck me hard."

"OK, all right."

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche tightly with both hands, and pressed his chest against Nietzsche's back. The two of them stuck together tightly, first moved slowly, and then pushed upward fiercely.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Well...comfortable."

As Nietzsche said, he arched his waist and actively catered to him.

Han Sen kissed Nietzsche's cheek, then raised his head, and saw Nietzsche's face was slightly pink, his red lips were slightly opened, and he gasped in a low voice, his long eyelashes seemed to be covered with mist. Soggy.

"What's the matter, uncle, are you crying?"

Han Sen asked in a deep voice, his cheek was pressed against Nietzsche's side face, it was warm, which was very similar to the pale feeling.

Nietzsche opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at Han Sen in a daze. His expression seemed a little confused. His dark green eyes seemed to be foggy, and he said hoarsely and tiredly, "Han Sen, what did you say?"

As long as it touches Han Sen's body, Nietzsche's sleepiness that has been restrained for many days is like a wild animal trapped in a cage, and it is surging at this moment.

Han Sen looked directly at Nietzsche's face, stretched out his hand to hold Nietzsche tightly in his arms, put his cheek on Nietzsche's back, and said in a deep voice, "It's nothing, I didn't say anything."

When Han Sen finally came out, Lutheran was already asleep, holding Han Sen's collar tightly with one hand, his cheeks sunk in the soft pillow, and his bright red hair scattered beside him.

Han Sen broke Nietzsche's fingers holding his collar, got up and cleaned him up, then picked up Nietzsche and put him in a sleeping position, then lay down on the bed, leaning against Nietzsche's side, and put Nietzsche's whole body in his arms. in my arms.

If you don't turn him over, according to Nietzsche's habits, he will usually keep this sleeping position all night until dawn, no matter whether this position is comfortable or not, he will not adjust it again.

Han Sen wrapped Nietzsche in his arms, resting his chin on the top of Nietzsche's head, and slowly stroked Nietzsche's hair and back with his palms until the breath in his arms gradually calmed down.