Wine and Gun

Truth be told, after Herstal Armalite got to know Albarino, he gradually broke many of his routines. From a more vulgar aspect, at least Albarino has refreshed many of his cognitions about the "sex place". Before he knew each other, he never thought that he would have sex with others next to the corpse at the crime scene. together.

——Now this sentence has to be updated again. He never thought that he would get together with others next to the corpse at the crime scene, "more than once".

In fact, Herstal was even at peace when he ripped Albarino's pants down. In this environment, he wouldn't be shocked if Albarino did anything wrong.

So, when he found out that Albarino was wearing men's garters under his trousers, he even glanced at it with pure appreciation - you know, since the invention of elasticated men's socks , men have basically stopped using sock clips and black drawstrings to fasten their sock cuffs, which are now basically only seen on the runways of fashion week.

Albariño propped up his upper body on the altar and observed Herstal's expression with interest. He was now only wearing a shirt and a loose silk tie, nothing on his lower body, and wet water on his thighs. The traces shone in a fine light under the light, and the skin of the calf was pressed with a light red mark by the black nylon belt. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards again, obviously intending to say something.

Before he could speak, Hestarka shoved his bloody index and middle fingers between Albarino's lips, and threatened in a calm voice, "If you're going to talk about garters and the bride now, Anything, I'll put something else in your mouth."

Albarino rolled his eyes with a smile, and bit Herstal's fingertips with his teeth affectionately.

But no matter how intimate he was, there was still a lot of madness about it: they were in a deserted, brightly lit church, with six dead people behind Herstal, the new wound on his neck still alive After bleeding, another scar may form later. Beyond that, Albarino was lying disheveled on the table in front of him, while Slade — the living Slade — hung not far ahead of them.

If someone had told Herstal last Christmas that he would be in this situation, he would have chosen to shoot the person who was speaking to him in the head.

Ironically, this time last year, there were moments when he sincerely wished Blanca Areola would shoot Albarino in the head.

All of this: the smell of blood, the dead, Slade's terrified gaze, and so on, everything seemed to make Albarino a little more agitated and more sensitive than usual. Herstal had already felt the frantically beating heartbeat, and he kissed Herstal's mouth lightly and sticky, as if he didn't mind making himself appear impatient.

Albarino had clearly expanded himself carefully before that (Herstal couldn't even imagine what work he had done before he arrived), and now spending time on expansion seems to be a waste in itself. , Herstal estimates that he can reach three fingers directly without any effort - in short, Herstal finally chose to directly press Albarino on the altar to fuck him, the former lawyer. In addition to being covered in blood, he was as well-dressed as he was standing in a courtroom. During the whole process, he unzipped his trousers, in stark contrast to Albarino's bare legs rubbing against his waist.

He felt that Albarino might not care much, or that the other party did not have time to care about such small details at such a moment. When Herstal entered the opponent, Albarino's legs kept shaking, and the muscles at the base of his legs twitched uncontrollably. As soon as he inserted it all the way, he heard a soft whimper in Albarino's throat, and the legs that were loosely wrapped around his waist clenched slightly.

Herstal raised his body a little and saw that Albarino's genitals were half-hard rubbing against Herstal's neatly buttoned waistcoat. Albarino's chest and abdomen were red. There was some sticky liquid splashing on it.

Herstal frowned slightly and said, "You—"

Albarino's eyes were completely blank, as if he had not recovered from the pleasure that suddenly overturned like cháo water; his cheekbones were red, and after blinking several times, he seemed to recover, and then he said He asked in a low voice, "... Are you ready to laugh at me?"

"Neither, I'm just wondering who the textbook perverts are," Herstal replied in a low voice, then he pinched Albarino's thigh and rammed it back hard, Albarino Soon there was a small moan that was stuck with too many feelings, and one hand crumpled the white tablecloth he was holding between his fingers.

In all fairness, Herstal has obtained a sense of accomplishment from many ways that ordinary people can't imagine, those hanging corpses, fooled laws, and mediocre people. But it's rare to get that feeling from Albarino - when a person doesn't seem to have a heart, it's very rare to put him at a disadvantage in a duel.

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