Mikhail shivered from that tone and

Mikhail shivered from that tone and the steely look in those exquisite eyes, even though said shiver wasn't cause from fear, but a stirring below the waist such look incurred. He only nodded in agreement.

A satisfied smile fell on Feilong's lips and it was then the waiter chose to announce his arrival.

Their plates were placed before them, along with the bottle of wine and they bowed to each other before the waiter left.

The food looked delicious and Mikhail took his chopsticks out of the wrapper before breaking it apart. He watched as Feilong poured them both a glass of the sherry before replacing the bottle in the cooler.

They took up their chopsticks then and said the traditional 'itadakimasu' before staring to eat; Mikhail knew that much. He watched Feilong as he ate with the grace of a swan. Everything he did was precise and controlled and he felt that stirring below again, especially when that little pink tongue became visible from inside what he knew would be a tight, hot mouth.

Feilong looked at Mikhail to realize he was holding his chopsticks wrong. He swallowed before deciding to address the man.

"You're not holding your chopsticks properly."

Mikhail stopped and looked at Feilong in wonderment. "I am?"

To be honest Mikhail didn't see much difference between how he was holding it and how Feilong was.

"You hold chopsticks towards the end, not near or in the middle," Feilong supplied.

Mikhail looked to the item in his hand. To be honest, it felt most comfortable like this.

"Here…" Feilong held out one hand to him and he made to put the chopsticks in his date's palm, only to near orgasm when Feilong grabbed his hand and decided to fix the chopsticks between his fingers.

Feilong's touch provoked his libido dangerously and he felt his control slipping. Every touch felt like a seductive caress and he bit his bottom lip to keep himself in check. It was really hard not to jump Feilong right now…very, very hard.

"There, that's how you do it."

Feilong pulled back and resumed eating and Mikhail found it so hard to not act out on his feelings. Luckily, he made it through the rest of the dinner without too much incident and they got ready to leave.

Feilong stood, preparing to go through the door when he realized Mikhail was still sitting.

"What's the matter, aren't you leaving?" Feilong asked in a puzzled voice.

Mikhail nodded, "I'll be out in a minute.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Mikhail shivered từ đó giai điệu và hình steely trong đôi mắt tinh tế, ngay cả khi nói shiver không phải là nguyên nhân gây ra sợ hãi, nhưng một khuấy dưới thắt lưng như vậy trông phát sinh. Ông chỉ gật đầu trong thỏa thuận.Một nụ cười hài lòng đã giảm trên môi của Feilong và nó đã sau đó những người phục vụ đã chọn để thông báo đến của mình.Các tấm được đặt trước khi họ, cùng với chai rượu vang và họ cúi với nhau trước khi những người phục vụ trái.Các món ăn trông ngon và Mikhail đã đũa của ông ra khỏi wrapper trước khi phá vỡ nó ngoài. Ông dõi như Feilong đổ cả hai một ly sherry trước khi thay thế chai trong mát.Họ đã lên đôi đũa của họ sau đó và nói truyền thống 'itadakimasu' trước khi nhìn chằm chằm để ăn; Mikhail biết lắm. Ông dõi Feilong như ông ăn với ân sủng của một con Thiên Nga. Tất cả những gì ông đã làm được chính xác và kiểm soát và ông cảm thấy rằng khuấy dưới đây một lần nữa, đặc biệt là khi đó ít màu hồng lưỡi đã trở thành có thể nhìn thấy từ bên trong những gì ông biết sẽ có một miệng chặt chẽ, nóng.Feilong nhìn Mikhail để nhận ra ông đã giữ đũa của mình sai. Ông còn khó khăn trước khi quyết định để giải quyết những người đàn ông."Bạn đang không giữ đũa của bạn đúng."Mikhail dừng lại và nhìn Feilong trong kinh dị. "I 'm?"Để được trung thực Mikhail không nhìn thấy nhiều sự khác biệt giữa làm thế nào ông đã giữ nó và làm thế nào Feilong."Bạn giữ đũa hướng tới kết thúc, không gần hoặc ở giữa," Feilong cung cấp.Mikhail looked to the item in his hand. To be honest, it felt most comfortable like this."Here…" Feilong held out one hand to him and he made to put the chopsticks in his date's palm, only to near orgasm when Feilong grabbed his hand and decided to fix the chopsticks between his fingers.Feilong's touch provoked his libido dangerously and he felt his control slipping. Every touch felt like a seductive caress and he bit his bottom lip to keep himself in check. It was really hard not to jump Feilong right now…very, very hard."There, that's how you do it."Feilong pulled back and resumed eating and Mikhail found it so hard to not act out on his feelings. Luckily, he made it through the rest of the dinner without too much incident and they got ready to leave.Feilong stood, preparing to go through the door when he realized Mikhail was still sitting."What's the matter, aren't you leaving?" Feilong asked in a puzzled voice.Mikhail nodded, "I'll be out in a minute.