It's just that...... Help relieve it, there is no other meaning, and Sayaro also helped himself who didn't know what to do at the beginning, it's nothing. I'm afraid that if I leave it alone, it will be a problem.

Who else but him can help Sayaro with this?

When the glass cabin was opened, Helo persuaded himself in this way, but turned off the monitor in a thief's heart, looked upwards, and touched the cold and soft restraint belt to the other party's abdomen. When his palm touched the scorching temperature, his brain seemed to freeze on the spot, and he lost even the basic ability to think, and he just repeated the action of his hand according to a programmed program, and his hand seemed to be holding a half-molten volcanic rock, about to be burned to char.

This was the first time he had touched Sayaro so recklessly, without the other party's knowledge.

The guilt of annihilation almost crushed him, and with it came a tormenting sense of excitement.

Helo closed his eyes and moved, but he didn't know that the person in the glass cabin behind him quietly opened his eyes, and his dark eyes peered silently at him in the darkness.

In the dim light, the young man suppressed his chaotic breathing, his beautiful and fair side face burned red, and sweat dripped down his sideburns, like a child who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time......

The man's pupils constricted again, and he felt that the fragile rope that he had just grasped in his hand was about to be swept away by the torrent of force, about to drown him in the turbulent waters of chaos.

He gritted his teeth, and the smell of blood came out of his mouth.

After feeling a slight spasm from the other party, the thick "magma" overflowed his palm, and Helo retracted his hand tremblingly. He froze for a moment, smelling the faint smell of fishiness in the air, and the guilt in his heart grew stronger. What did he do? Damn it......

Not daring to look directly at Sayero's face, he hastily wiped his hands on sterile cotton, cleaned up the other party's messy lower body, quickly closed the glass cover, looked at the man's quiet face in a coma, and suddenly felt that he was a violent criminal, and once again shamed himself in front of the other party.

Choosing a dose of a mild and stable long-acting tranquilizer and injecting it into the other party's intravenous catheter, he raised his hand and reluctantly touched the glass, lowered his head, and walked out quickly.

From time to time, the dark orbital module was illuminated by the light that came through the window, and he looked sideways to see a thick cloud accumulation on Devil's Mountain, slowly rolling down towards the desert, and the light of thunder and lightning flickered faintly inside, and a low roar came from a distance.

Damn, how did he run away to the alien world and still avoid encountering the shadow of his childhood?

He subconsciously quickened his pace and walked towards the conference cabin, which was the most soundproofed.

The man in the medical cabin opened his eyes again, his eyes following the back of the hurried departure, plunging into the distant thunderstorm clouds.

……

There was rolling thunder in the sky, and rain poured down.

The boy woke up from a sinister nightmare, sweating profusely, and the blanket seemed to be glued to his body, like the countless pairs of hands that had wrapped around him in his dream. He sat up and carefully lifted the corner of the quilt, lest he alarm the sleeping man beside him, but suddenly felt a strange discomfort.

The immature object between his legs was half-hard, and his pants were sticky.

Panicked like all boys who had experienced this for the first time, he shuddered, curled up and screamed.

"What's wrong? …… Helo?"

Sayaro awoke from the movement beside him. He propped himself up, his sleepy eyes half-open, and the tattooed scales on his back showed out under his shoulder-length blonde hair, like a lizard that lurked in the day and night. With his innately innocular vision, he saw the little one clinging to the bed in the dark, his face flushed, his eyes wide open, and he looked at him in confusion.

"Nightmare?"

The man stretched out his hand suspiciously, and before he could touch the boy's face, the other party dodged as if electrocuted and hugged his knee.

Noticing a stain under the boy's buttocks, he squinted and smiled, held one of the boy's slender ankles, and pinched comfortingly: "It's nothing, little guy, it just means that you have grown up." ”

"Really? Am I not sick? The boy frowned in disbelief, looking like he was about to cry.

"When did I lie to you?"

The man sat up, grabbed one of his calves and pulled him into his arms, fingers hooking the edge of his wet panties.

The young man was taken aback, and covered his lower body in panic and shame: "Brother? ”

"You want to sleep all night wearing this filthy thing? Take it off and let me see if you're developing properly. ”

In the sound of the drizzling rain, the man's tone was doting and lazy, with the usual courage that could not be refused, like thunder poured into Helo's ears, so that he did not even have the courage to say "no".

The boy lowered his head and obediently allowed the other party to slowly peel off his underwear and clean it up with toilet paper, just wanting to find a crack in the ground to get into. His whole body was about to burn under the man's gaze, but fortunately the darkness obscured him.

"How... How's it going, brother, I'm fine......"

He curled up his toes, not daring to look up, and whispered like a mosquito, but suddenly he was touched by the man's calloused fingers, which provoked him to almost jump.

"Some of them are long. Little one, as tender as you are. As he spoke, the man pinched his nose and his voice was a little hoarse.

He was so ashamed that he jumped up from the bed like a rabbit and jumped off the ground with his bare buttocks, only to shrink back in fright with a thunderclap.

The lightning and thunder instantly evoked the most terrible memories of his childhood, and he shivered into the bed, and subconsciously curled up into Sayero's arms like a rabbit returning to a familiar nest, resting his head on his warm chest, but felt that the other party deliberately backed away some distance, and the quilt was separated between their bodies, before holding him in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man held the boy in his arms, as if holding a fragile glass statue.

The bridge of his nose pressed against the back of his neck, and he could smell the seductive and sweet fragrance of the boy's skin, and a stream of magma heat flowed under his abdomen, as if it was about to burn him through from the inside out. He closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress the manic heartbeat, and clenched the young boy's immature little hand.

He tries to restrain himself with a blood relationship that does not exist zài, treating him as the person in his memory, but subconsciously feeling that they are different.

Ai Ling is the indelible guilt of his life, but Helo is a poppy that has taken root and sprouted from his wounds, and he exudes the poison of a dark fragrance, which seems to erode his original intention little by little.

TBC