The Law of the Silent Gentleman

There were only the two of them in the box, the theater was very dim, the only light was concentrated on the stage, and the situation in the box could not be seen from other positions. The audience behind the walls on the left and right were all cheering for the actor's outstanding skills. No one thought that there would be two people doing such a shameful thing between the walls.

Giuliano undresses and sits on Enzo. They were both wearing masks, so no kissing. His body was already used to Enzo's intrusion, so he didn't need much foreplay, just a few touches and caresses were enough to make his body arouse lust. Holding Enzo's erect cock, he pushed the end into his pussy. The soft and tender meat at the mouth of the hole swallowed the hard glans in one go.

He slowly lowered his body, and his **** pierced through the closed passage, piercing straight into his body. There wasn't much resistance, but he still felt a little pain. A low moan escaped from behind the mask. At this time, the theater became quiet, and the male protagonist appeared on the stage, starting a new aria. Giuliano didn't dare to make a sound anymore, for fear of attracting the attention of others. It was the first time he had **** with Enzo in such a large crowd. At the thought that the people in the next box might hear them making love, he was ashamed and afraid, and excited at the same time.

The **** swallowed the entire cock. Giuliano paused for a moment, waiting for his body to adjust to the huge size inside him. He raised his hips slightly, let the **** slide out a little, and sat down harder. Enzo held his waist and helped him rise and fall smoothly. He twisted his body so that his **** penetrated his **** from various angles, using the springy hole and the tight and lustful meat wall to get a hard cock.

At the beginning, Enzo was able to lie on the ground and accept the active service with ease, but it didn't take long before he couldn't bear it anymore. He clasped Giuliano's **** tightly, his waist straightened, and his **** moved in and out of the **** at a very fast speed. Giuliano was so **** that he almost cried out, biting his lip to resist the urge to scream. Enzo's pumping was too intense, he was unprepared and suddenly attacked. The opening of the hole was so dry that it couldn't be closed, and the lewd water flowed down the penis, splashing in all directions during the fierce penetration, and wet the lower bodies of the two.

Giuliano was out of breath. The **** was painful to fuck, but every thrust was spot-on rubbing against the most sensitive spot in his body, flooding him with pleasure. He really wished he was in a deserted forest now, so that he could yell without hesitation, as long as Enzo wanted to hear, he could say anything lewd. He pleaded with the softest voice he could, "Slow down, I...I can't take it anymore..."

"I'm afraid that's not enough for you to remember me."

Giuliano shook his head desperately, with a crying voice: "Enough is enough..."

Enzo sat up, wrapped his strong arms around Giuliano's back, thrust his lower body hard, and pierced his **** into the deepest part of the pussy. Then he pulled himself relentlessly, and just when Giuliano thought it was over, he thrust in again ferociously. Just like that, the whole shaft went in, and then pulled out, each time it was hard to wedge into Giuliano's body, as if to smash his tender pussy.

"Enough...no more...I can't do it..."

He begged in a low voice. But Enzo didn't listen to him, and continued to **** his **** brutally. Giuliano had never been raped so violently before, as long as he said he didn't want it before, Enzo would be more or less considerate of him, but this time the assassin completely ignored his opinion and dominated his body fiercely. He was so **** that he was about to pass out, and all the sensations in his body hit his lower body. Painful, but surprisingly satisfying. He lied weakly on Enzo's body, allowing the other party to ask for it. I don't know how long it took, but I felt a viscous hot stream spurt up from the extremely sensitive pussy. The body convulsed instinctively, followed by an orgasm.

Before he could recover from the aftertaste of passion, Enzo put his body on the ground. Enzo casually covered his naked body with a piece of clothing, then quickly dressed and walked towards the door of the box.

"Where are you going?!" Giuliano got up quickly, his back pained like lightning, and he hissed.

"It's time to say goodbye." Enzo held the doorknob, "It's a pity that I have to leave, but I believe that we will meet again one day, and I hope you can still recognize me."

"I'm with you..."

"The opera is not over yet, why don't you see the end?"

Enzo opened the door and walked away, leaving Giuliano kneeling alone in the messy box.

what does he mean? Can't figure it out at all. He has always acted mysteriously and perversely. Although he has his reasons, he always makes Giuliano puzzled. Staying alone in the empty box, Giuliano had a sense of sadness of being "abandoned by a ruthless lover". He dressed silently, and tiptoedly reset the chair, trying not to cause trouble to the cleaners. As for those suspicious wet marks on the carpet...there's nothing to be done about it. Until the end of the opera, his face was red, and he ran out of the theater in disgrace before the actors came out to call the curtain.

He walked alone through the small half of Vanessa and returned to the "spring of flowers". It was getting late at this time, and it was the busiest time of the day for the brothel. He mixed with a group of strangely dressed guests into the brothel. A new round of beauty pageants begins, and a group of naked prostitutes in masks walks through the hall, and the guests rush to boo. Giuliano, without looking at them, hurried upstairs into the silence.

Pushing open the door, he found that Enzo was also in the room. The assassin got rid of his gorgeous attire, only wearing a silver-gray silk bathrobe (Giuliano keenly observed that there was nothing on under the bathrobe), his hair was **** in random bundles, and he stood barefoot in front of the black walnut frame in the corner of the room, looking at the frame on something. Giuliano was almost ashamed to look in that direction—not because of Enzo, but because there were a bunch of weird "toys" on the shelf, from **** of different sizes to whips of various materials, and many of them could not be guessed. Something that sees through its use.

Giuliano took off his mask and slumped on the bed wearily. "You shouldn't have left me alone in the theater," he complained.

Enzo turned to him curiously, as if they were meeting for the first time today: “Do I know you, sir?”

"…what?"

"It's strange that we have never met before, but I feel that you have known each other. You really look like an old acquaintance of mine."

Giuliano was taken aback, and his heart suddenly became clear. It turned out to be like this. "Madelaine and Lorenzo" is not over yet. The two parted ways at the carnival, then coincidentally reunited and recognized each other.

He said: "There are such coincidences in the world? What is the name of your old acquaintance, I want to know him too."

"Unfortunately, I don't know his name, nor what he looks like. We met at the carnival, both wearing masks. When I see you, I think of him."

"I also thought of an old acquaintance of mine, whom I also met at the carnival."

"I once visited Vanessa with my old acquaintance, took a boat down the river, passed the Great Library and the Tower of Shadows..."

"And the Parador and the Bridge of Ines?" asked Giuliano.

"Finally went to the Grand Theater..." Enzo walked towards him.

"The Sigh of a Flower was being staged at the time."

"It's a pity I didn't finish listening."

"Is that you?"

"I don't know either. Maybe it's all a coincidence." Enzo said regretfully, "There are so many people at the carnival, anyone can go to the Great Library, the Shadow Tower, and the Parador Palace, and anyone can listen to the opera... "

"But I remember him." Giuliano held Enzo's hand, "If you were him, you must remember me too."

"I think we need to make sure..."

Enzo untied the ribbon that bound his hair, and his platinum-blond hair fell over his shoulders like a waterfall. He tied the hair tie over Giuliano's eyes.

"Don't look, so as not to be disturbed by the vision."

Giuliano lay on his back on the bed, allowing Enzo to strip off his clothes. He couldn't see anything and didn't know what Enzo would do next. There was a drum in my heart, and my tired body was excited by the unknown. Is he hard? The **** stood between the legs, right in front of Enzo's eyes?

He stepped back involuntarily, but Enzo grabbed his right ankle and pulled him back.

"Please identify, is 'this' your old acquaintance?"

Enzo's voice carried a thick smile.

Giuliano's right leg was folded over his abdomen, exposing his hidden back hole. He had been **** hard by Enzo not long ago, and the back hole couldn't be closed for a while, as long as the hole was opened slightly, the **** and lewd water inside would flow out. The **** is soaked with so much fluid that it doesn't need much lubrication. Giuliano gripped the sheet tightly and felt something hard thrust into his hole. The thing was cold, thick and big, I don't know how long it was, and it was stuffed until he couldn't help moaning out, and it wasn't all in yet.

It's not Enzo's thing, it's... is... some **** on the shelf! Enzo actually stuffed this thing under him! He's never done that before. He is very powerful by himself, so he doesn't need additional assistance from props.

"Take it, take it out...!" he panted.

"Huh? Isn't it 'he'?"

"No! Take it out!"

The **** is pulled away quickly. The small hole suddenly emptied, and the mouth of the hole opened and closed hungrily, expecting to be filled with something huge. Soon, it was inserted by another hard thing. This time the thing was smaller than the one just now, with a crooked shape, and the surface was covered with spike-like protrusions. During the insertion process, the protrusions rubbed against the inner wall, bringing a strange pleasure. Giuliano twisted his body, but Enzo forcibly pulled his legs apart. He couldn't see it himself, but he could imagine what it was like now: blindfolded, lying on the bed, legs shamelessly spread, revealing a **** that had been ravaged and turned red, with a **** stuck in it, Only a part of the handle was exposed, and Enzo looked at his lewd posture with great interest.

"Nor...not this one either! Hmm...Take it out...!"

"Really?" Enzo held the dildo, deliberately pulled out a section, and then pushed it inward. The bulge grazed the tender inner walls, arousing a shuddering pleasure.

"No... please... take it away..."

The **** is drawn out. Giuliano wept feebly. Tears wet the ribbons covering the eyes. He has already experienced passion once today, and he might really not be able to bear it again. But Enzo just likes to play games with him.

Massage the acupoints with your fingers to relax them. Another hard object came up.

"Don't... don't want that stuff..." Giuliano said pathetically, "I want you...please...fuck me..."

Before the words fell, the small hole was pierced by a hard object. He leaned back, a sobbing moan escaped from his lips. He is familiar with this thing in his body. He'd been penetrated by it thousands of times, knew its shape, its heat, the force of its pumping and the **** of its ejaculation—he knew its owner. He used to think that men's **** were almost the same, and there was not much difference in how they acted. Only now did he realize that he could recognize Enzo. He has been **** so many times by him, and he has long been inseparable from his body.

"It's you..." Giuliano let go of the bed sheet, grasping at the air blankly, hoping to meet Enzo, "I recognize it, it's you..."

"I recognized it too."

The wrist was caught by Enzo, and then pressed over the head.

"It is you, my dearest."

Lips are covered by another warm lip. Enzo snatched his breath and thoughts, and dominated his body again with gentle kisses and domineering pumps. He had already experienced an affair earlier, and the **** at this moment was more intense than the previous one. Giuliano was **** back and forth to **** at the same time, and then Enzo rolled over him, followed him from the side, and let him **** again. In the end he couldn't come out with anything, so Enzo put him on his stomach and **** him from behind, making him **** with only his back. Giuliano moaned from being fucked, and then the moan turned into a whimper, into a low moan, and finally he couldn't make any sound, and could only bury his head in a pile of pillows silently, accepting Enzo Conquest again and again. He lost consciousness several times, and then woke up in the pleasure of being thrust from his lower body, continuing a new round of passion.

The **** didn't come to an end until Enzo was exhausted too. Enzo pulled out his cock, untied the headband from Giuliano's face, grabbed his hair and let him lie down on him, stuffed his **** into his mouth, and cummed all over him. Giuliano swallowed Enzo's **** and licked the remaining liquid from the corner of his lips. Then Enzo leaned over and kissed him deeply. Both of them had a strong taste of male hormones in their mouths.

Enzo lay down beside him. "how do you feel?"

"Did Lorenzo ask Madeleine such a question?" Giuliano said hoarsely.

"Well, Enzo of Vanessa asked Giuliano that question."

Giuliano arched into his arms. "It's never been better. Are you doing it for me?"

"Because you've been restless these days. I want to make you happy." Enzo combed Giuliano's hair intermittently, "Don't worry, it's just an assassination of Boniwell. Even if the assassination fails , I will try my best to protect you from escaping."

"Don't say such terrible things! The two of us must live together, and if you die, I will die with you! We must always be together!"

He looked directly into Enzo's eyes.

"promise me."

This is not a question.

Enzo lifted Giuliano's hair and pressed his forehead against his.

"I promise you."