Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Han Sen, the only one who can satisfy me is you."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche posted it again, reaching out to touch Han Sen's body.

Seeing Nietzsche's movements clearly, Han Sen took a step back, not wanting Nietzsche to touch his body. Because of Nietzsche's touch, Han Sen knew that his body had begun to respond.

Whether he wants it or not, Han Sen's body has always been able to respond to Nietzsche's contact in the shortest time. This is a habit formed since puberty. Under certain circumstances, even just hearing Nietzsche Luther Lan's name is taboo, and Han Sen's body will unconsciously move around.

"Don't touch me, Nietzsche Lutheran."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche with a gloomy expression. Nietzsche approached with a cold expression. He first turned around and turned off the light in the room, then walked up to Nietzsche and looked down at Nietzsche who was kneeling in front of him: "If you don't want to Go to sleep, just stay here by yourself."

Nietzsche knelt in front of Han Sen, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the light from the snow outside shone in, as if coating Nietzsche's already fair body with a layer of light ivory white, and also made Nietzsche scatter like a waterfall. The hair on his thin back was slightly reddish.

Nietzsche raised his head, looked straight at Han Sen, stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips, and said softly, "Han Sen, you are my husband, it is the husband's responsibility to satisfy his wife."

"Husband? From the moment you took the ring off your hand, you are no longer my other half..."

Before Han Sen finished speaking, Nietzsche lowered his head and gently kissed Han Sen's instep, then his calf.

Han Sen lowered his head. When he saw this scene, Han Sen looked more or less surprised.

He saw Nietzsche's red hair loose behind him slipping to the sides, revealing a beautiful straight butterfly bone.

Nietzsche's soft lips kissed Han Sen's instep all the way, and Han Sen could feel the warmth of the touch, thinking of the only man's lips he had kissed in those years.

At that time, in my eyes, this man was a tyrannical mafia lord, a vicious thug, and a male elder who forced himself to be unethical. It was Han Sen who had just grown up, and Nietzsche's lips and kisses were for the uninitiated. For Han Sen, who is in personnel affairs, he is undoubtedly strong and vigorous.

Now, Nietzsche's kiss is gentle, cautious, and beseeching, completely different from the defiant man in the past. After all these years, after experiencing these things, Nietzsche has changed after all.

Han Sen has always known that over the years, Nietzsche's favorite thing must be his own body.

So, Han Sen suddenly raised his foot, kicked Nietzsche hard, and looked at Nietzsche with a fierce expression.

What Nietzsche likes, Han Sen is unwilling to give them all at this moment. Han Sen wants to destroy them all. Only in this way can he express his deep anger.

For Han Sen, who prefers stability and unchangeability in his heart, Nietzsche is undoubtedly a person who has no sense of chastity and cannot be trusted.

If it was said that in the past, Han Sen would tightly trap Nietzsche by his side, but now, Han Sen just wants to push him away.

Nietzsche lay sideways on the ground, supporting his body weakly with his hands, turned his face, and turned his pale cheeks to Han Sen because of low blood sugar.

Han Sen's resolute refusal seems to be something he didn't expect, as if the big boy who followed him closely and inseparably disappeared, or hid it too deeply.

Nietzsche is surprisingly not angry, nor does he feel angry.

He pulled his lips and smiled silently, looked at Han Sen, raised his coquettish brows and eyes slightly, looked at Han Sen and said, "Sen, do you know that I, Nietzsche Lutheran, have only seduced you like this in my life people."

After speaking, Nietzsche turned his face sideways and coughed twice in a low voice.

Nietzsche didn't take much care of his body when he was no longer with Han Sen these few years. After a man turned 30, his physical condition began to deteriorate. Not only did Nietzsche suffer from long-term insomnia, but he didn't eat much. thin.In addition, the climate here is definitely different from the Italy where Nietzsche lived all the time, even very different, so Nietzsche was not used to it at all at first.

But even if he didn't get used to it, Nietzsche wouldn't tell anyone—because it's meaningless.

After such a long period of time, Nietzsche's body naturally weakened a lot, and his energy and spirit began to be inferior to before.

Han Sen looked at the familiar body lying in front of him, exposed to the light coming in from the window, at the slender legs, at the waist-length red hair that shone with a faint luster, and at Nietzsche's low voice Coughing and trembling shoulders a few times.

Han Sen's dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly in the dark night, then he squatted down, stretched out his hand to pinch Nietzsche's neck, turned Nietzsche's head and said, "Lutheran, I will satisfy you just once."

With such force from Han Sen's hands, Nietzsche lay face down on the carpet. Han Sen knelt down silently, between Nietzsche's legs, stretched out his hand to pinch Nietzsche's waist, and pulled Nietzsche up. Turn your back to yourself.

"Sen..."

Nietzsche called Han Sen's name in a low voice, as if looking forward to it.

Han Sen slammed his finger in, and moved a few times in and out rudely, waiting until Nietzsche's back was less tense.

"Well."

Because of Han Sen's actions, Nietzsche gasped.

Han Sen held his lower body, approached Nietzsche, and said coldly:

"Be patient."

Nietzsche turned his face to the side and glanced at Han Sen. Before he could react, Han Sen jumped forward and pushed in hard.

"Um……!"

Nietzsche frowned, seemingly in pain.

Han Sen didn't take into account Nietzsche's feelings, he just pushed in hard, then came out quickly, and then re-entered brutally.

Repeatedly, Nietzsche's body swayed under Han Sen's palm and began to moan non-stop.

"Han Sen, stick to me..."

Nietzsche gasped and said that he didn't like the feeling that only Han Sen's bottom was in his body, but he preferred the feeling of Han Sen's whole warm and strong body sticking to his body.

Han Sen quickly backed out, stretched out his hands to pinch Nietzsche's neck, pressed him on the bed, and then stuck his whole body up, with his chest on Nietzsche's back, because Han Sen was taller than Nietzsche, and his body was also smaller than that of Nietzsche. Nietzsche is much stronger, almost to the pressure of Nietzsche out of breath.

Nietzsche's slender fingers tightly tugged at the bed sheet under him, biting his lip, feeling Han Sen's fierce and powerful attack.

Until Han Sen finally decided to end it.

When it was over, it was already midnight, and Nietzsche seemed to be too tired to open his eyes, so he could only lie on the bed with a sleepy expression, and he didn't feel the joy of being alive at all.

The only thing Nietzsche remembers is that the young and strong Han Sen has been in his body, coming in and out, attacking fiercely, and Nietzsche feels his waist is sore.

The time of embracing each other seemed long and short.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Han Sen got up, put on his underwear and walked towards the bathroom.

Nietzsche lay on the bed and looked sideways at Han Sen, "Sen, take me to the shower, I'm very tired."

Han Sen gave Nietzsche a cold look, "Get up by yourself."

Nietzsche blinked, "But your bodily fluids are still in my body."

Han Sen smiled cruelly: "You are not a woman, are you still worried about getting pregnant?"

Nietzsche raised his hands to straighten his hair, lowered his eyelids, and said in a deep voice, "It would be great if I could get pregnant."

After saying this, both of them stopped talking.

Nietzsche seems to have absolutely no intention of getting up and taking a shower.

Han Sen knew that Nietzsche was this kind of person. As long as it was something he didn't want to do and didn't intend to do, even if the sky fell, Nietzsche would not do it, even if it would endanger himself, Nietzsche would not do it. Do.

Nietzsche doesn't seem to care about anything at ordinary times, but in fact he is very stubborn in his bones.

Han Sen stood in front of the bathroom and looked at Nietzsche.That person was really as he said just now, lying there motionless, and there were red marks on his white buttocks from the two hard slaps he had just given.

Han Sen did it several times just now, and there is indeed something left in Nietzsche.

Han Sen walked up to Nietzsche with a bad expression on his face, bent down to hug Nietzsche, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

After the two finished washing, Han Sen and Nietzsche lay side by side on the bed. Because the air conditioner was turned on, Han Sen was covered with a thin quilt.

Nietzsche lay beside Han Sen, his eyes opened looking at the luxurious crystal chandelier above his head.

The chandelier was not turned on, but after being passed by the light, it shone with colorful and strange luster.

Nietzsche stretched out his finger, across the bed, and touched Han Sen's finger little by little.

"Sleep. Didn't I do it just now?"

Han Sen frowned slightly, and reprimanded Nietzsche in a low voice.He knew Nietzsche, as long as he was addicted, no amount of money would be enough, especially when it comes to this kind of thing.

Nietzsche shook his head, his fingers continued to approach Han Sen's, "Han Sen, can you hold my hand?"

In the darkness, Han Sen quickly withdrew his hand, turned sideways, and turned his back to Nietzsche, "Lutheran, I don't want to."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen closed his eyes.

Nietzsche's lips were sensitive, and he leaned towards Han Sen's direction, until Han Sen's familiar and pleasant smell came from his breath, and Nietzsche fell asleep peacefully.