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There was nothing Xanxus could do but wait—almost too patiently for his usual standard—for Squalo to hover above him. This man, the sword emperor, was not merely gorgeous, but a work of art, a unique entity that can only be made once through the infinite space and illimitable time. He was the solid proof that a higher being called 'God' must truly have existed; for how could a human, any human, create something so pleasing to behold? This creature's eyes were mesmerising … a lustrous grey, a lush green, or an exotic brown—an unadulterated hazel. His cheekbones were debonair, his jawbones prominent, his nose to the perfect point. And those lips of his…

Xanxus held his breath, savouring the sensation when Squalo's long, silky hair fell upon his chest when the locks of silver loomed over. When the other man hoisted his hips, the raven averted his eyes—more of subconsciousness than deliberation—but Squalo tilted his turned face back with a humiliatingly sweet rapacious kiss. Until then, Xanxus had never realised how beautiful the sharp definition of Squalo's clavicle and the pale hollow of Squalo's throat were, compared to his tanned skin over the weeks under the strong Mexican sun. Pity and pride swelled within him when he noticed the purplish blue bruises around the younger man's ribs; the former, because he maimed the living sculpture, while the latter, because not anyone had that privilege.

Even though the Varia leader hardly made any sound, his body writhed when the sword emperor's hungry tongue explored it. The younger man purposely lingered on his scars to lure him to growl, and when he did, a complacent smirk graced his partner's face. Slowly, Squalo's hands began to pull Xanxus onto him, exploring the scarred man's back with a new unquenched thirst. Squalo's previously impatient fingers stroked him slower and groped him at certain spots.

'Tell me, when I worked for you, was I a butt-licker?' the shorter man wheedled.

Without waiting for his boss' confirmation, Squalo encircled his arms to haul Xanxus' lower back, while his tongue explored the ring of Xanxus' rear flesh, continued by a series of delves. What appalled the raven more, however, was his own action, rather than his partner's: he lifted one of his legs higher to facilitate a wider access for his seducer.

The disconcerted man saw another of his subordinate's smiles before those insolent lips ghosted their way along the imaginary line of his parted thighs. The touches were lighter than that of morning mist, but the scared man felt them no less vividly than that of a mortal enemy's deadly weapon, and his skin quivered at each of the shark's touches. All those years they had been together, it was him who seduced the other man, and never the other way round. If he only had known that the pleasure that coursed from the shorter man's body was enough to make the last bit of control slip away from him; if he only had known that this was what Squalo had felt whenever they were together; if…

The Varia leader came with some imperceptible words on his lips, a cheesy line or perhaps something else—things he'd never willingly admit when he was not drowned in his own lust, things he'd never say unless it was in a moment like this.

As Squalo's fingers entered his nether hole, Xanxus entered a strange new world where agony and ecstasy coexisted. Judging from his partner's smug grin, the older man must have made a promiscuous expression. The raven closed his eyes, not wishing to see his defeat any further, but his ravisher was aware of such concern and the baritone command of "Look at me" came, not even a second too late.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Đã có không có gì Xanxus có thể làm nhưng chờ đợi-gần như quá kiên nhẫn cho tiêu chuẩn thông thường của mình-cho Squalo để di chuột ở trên anh ta. Người đàn ông này, Thiên hoàng thanh kiếm, đã không chỉ đơn thuần là tuyệt đẹp, nhưng một tác phẩm nghệ thuật, một thực thể duy nhất chỉ có thể được thực hiện một lần qua vô hạn không gian và thời gian illimitable. Ông là bằng chứng vững chắc rằng một cao hơn được gọi là 'Thiên Chúa' thực sự phải có tồn tại; để làm thế nào có thể một con người, con người bất kỳ, tạo ra một cái gì đó rất dễ chịu để nhìn? Sinh vật này mắt mesmerising... một bóng màu xám, màu xanh lá cây tươi tốt, hoặc một màu nâu kỳ lạ — một hazel không giả mạo. Xương gò má của ông đã được debonair, jawbones của mình nổi bật, mũi của mình đến độ hoàn hảo. Và những đôi môi của mình...Xanxus tổ chức hơi thở của mình, với cảm giác khi mái tóc mượt dài của Squalo rơi trên ngực của mình khi các ổ khóa bạc phổ biến hơn. Khi người đàn ông khác treo hông của ông, con quạ ngăn chặn mắt — của subconsciousness hơn là thảo luận- nhưng Squalo nghiêng khuôn mặt của mình quay trở lại với một nụ hôn ngọt ngào humiliatingly giư. Cho đến lúc đó, Xanxus đã không bao giờ nhận ra như thế nào đẹp định nghĩa sắc nét của xương đòn của Squalo và nhạt rỗng của cổ họng của Squalo đã, so với làn da tanned của mình trong tuần dưới ánh mặt trời Mexico mạnh mẽ. Đáng tiếc và niềm tự hào nhân trong vòng anh ta khi anh ta nhận thấy vết bầm tím màu xanh ánh tía quanh xương sườn của người đàn ông trẻ; trước đây, bởi vì ông maimed điêu khắc sống, trong khi sau này, bởi vì không ai có đặc quyền đó.Even though the Varia leader hardly made any sound, his body writhed when the sword emperor's hungry tongue explored it. The younger man purposely lingered on his scars to lure him to growl, and when he did, a complacent smirk graced his partner's face. Slowly, Squalo's hands began to pull Xanxus onto him, exploring the scarred man's back with a new unquenched thirst. Squalo's previously impatient fingers stroked him slower and groped him at certain spots.'Tell me, when I worked for you, was I a butt-licker?' the shorter man wheedled.Without waiting for his boss' confirmation, Squalo encircled his arms to haul Xanxus' lower back, while his tongue explored the ring of Xanxus' rear flesh, continued by a series of delves. What appalled the raven more, however, was his own action, rather than his partner's: he lifted one of his legs higher to facilitate a wider access for his seducer.The disconcerted man saw another of his subordinate's smiles before those insolent lips ghosted their way along the imaginary line of his parted thighs. The touches were lighter than that of morning mist, but the scared man felt them no less vividly than that of a mortal enemy's deadly weapon, and his skin quivered at each of the shark's touches. All those years they had been together, it was him who seduced the other man, and never the other way round. If he only had known that the pleasure that coursed from the shorter man's body was enough to make the last bit of control slip away from him; if he only had known that this was what Squalo had felt whenever they were together; if…The Varia leader came with some imperceptible words on his lips, a cheesy line or perhaps something else—things he'd never willingly admit when he was not drowned in his own lust, things he'd never say unless it was in a moment like this.As Squalo's fingers entered his nether hole, Xanxus entered a strange new world where agony and ecstasy coexisted. Judging from his partner's smug grin, the older man must have made a promiscuous expression. The raven closed his eyes, not wishing to see his defeat any further, but his ravisher was aware of such concern and the baritone command of "Look at me" came, not even a second too late.