Wine and Gun

Now he was trying to swallow that organ, carefully relaxing himself and putting away his teeth, so that the dentition would not scratch the delicate skin on the yīnjīng; this was never a good experience, especially during the struggle against vomiting. Even, that's not at all a sane way to get to the heart of another person.

But he could still see the traces of the fissures that swept through Hestal's steel mask, and in such a dead, private moment he finally allowed himself to release his own nature from his eyes: that which was hidden deep within him A monster under a human skin coat.

When he looked down at Albarino's movements, the look in his eyes was gloomy and frenetic, the look of the person who attacked, tortured, and finally strangled the victim with the strings, like Thunder and viscous rivers of blood.

The hidden small sound of water was drowned out by the sound of rain outside and the muffled thunder that sounded from time to time. Albarino provokes the other party with his eyes in the noise (and strange silence at the same time), he wants to see what is coming from the crack in the mask come out.

And Herstal satisfied his curiosity to a certain extent: the other party pulled his hair, pressed his head forward hard, and fucked it roughly into his mouth. Albarino unceremoniously pinched his fingernails into Herstal's skin, feeling the saliva slowly trickling down his chin. In the illusion of gān vomiting, he still deeply contained the other party, and the muscles in his throat trembled and wrapped the other party's genitals.

He let out a low growl contentedly from Herstal's mouth, and Albarino took a hand from Herstal's hipbone to a more private place, rubbing his balls He would yīn his soft muscles until the other party moved forward uncontrollably and she shoved into his mouth.

Despite being mentally prepared, he choked. Albarino adjusted his center of gravity, sat on his numb ankle, and swallowed the jīng liquid without any hesitation.

He knew what he looked like now, not to mention that the last few chokes had brought tears to his eyes. Albarino didn't mind looking at Herstal from under his wet eyelashes, or showing the curve of his neck and the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallowed.

There was so much provocation in the arc of his eyes and lips that of course Herstal saw through him.

Herstal's legs were still shaking, he didn't even bother to support his body, and he slid slowly and disheveled to the floor. He was still holding Albarino's hair in his hand, he pulled forward roughly, and the other party climbed onto his lap while sneering, leaning over to kiss his lips in this position.

There was a salty taste of yín powder between their lips, and the remnants of the breath of blood. Herstal loosened his fingers, and his fingertips slowly touched Albarino's half-gān curls, then pressed the back of the other's neck and pressed his lips to his neck.

The tip of his tongue touched the shallow knife mark on Albarino's neck, and his teeth scraped against the other's Adam's apple, squeezing more blood from the wound. A burst of laughter came from Albarino's mouth, and the skin on his neck quivered.

"I'm thinking now," his voice was muffled and pleasant, "if you really stabbed a knife in my throat, would you be able to reach the most earth-shattering heights of your life."

"If you talk too much, I'll consider doing it." Herstal gān stammered, his teeth finally biting his Adam's apple punitively. "I think you've made things more complicated, Dr. Bucks."

He said and separated them, Albarino's neck was red a lot, and the wound looked worse than before.

"What's the situation? Is it 'We're trying to murder each other', 'Serial killers are in a killing contest' or 'We're fighting pào'?" Albarino said with a smile, as he kissed Herstal playfully The corner of his mouth, but did not withdraw immediately.

Herstal held his breath subconsciously.

"I'd love to have a chat with you, Mr. Armalette," he whispered pleasantly in the lawyer's ear, "but when it comes to the Westland pianist, he hasn't won me over yet."

Note:

[1] "If you read pirated texts, please delete the document immediately. Piracy is prohibited in this article. If you don't do this, you will receive a box with an old puppet with mottled paint in the next delivery. The puppets seem to shift positions inexplicably after you leave the house, and even turn their heads on their own as you move around the room..."

[2] Regarding the gun license:

In the context of this article, the state in which Westerland is located (and I don't know which state) can legally buy guns as long as they don't have a criminal record. The state can carry guns openly without ID, but concealed carry requires additional training and testing.

Another: Openly holding a gun means that all three sides of the gun must be visible, and it is not acceptable to cover one corner.

[3] Serial killings due to addiction are referred to in the FBI's theoretical system as "excitement/spree killings".

(The original text of the above sentence is quoted from Zizhihu's "Criminal Minds Lecture Hall: The Application of "Addiction Knot Theory" to the Explanation of the Addictive Killing of Serial Killers")

[4] Regarding paraphilia:

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