Pann Jett and Elise were born into a family that had to leave them in an orphanage. They call this church a house, calling the priest who takes care of them, the father, and the benefactor is like a giver of life. With age, it is not strange that the three of them develop into close friends. This place is not just them. 

 

The church on the edge of the capital is like a shelter for many children. However, the boys and girls on that day lived under constant care. Receive adequate food, receive education and participate in every festival. Their father never let this orphanage live. Just like on Christmas Eve night, a small party ends with a smile on the face of the little boy in a fancy dress. In addition to delicious food, singing, dancing, and Mekhing music. What the children are waiting for is a gift from their father.

 

And the happy time of the night ended after the clock in the centre of the church rang for the last time. Pann was the last one to take a shower. The little boy ran down the corridor through dozens of beds. Hurry to bring yourself back to the personal bed next to your best friend, like Jett, not far away,

 

Inside the large orphanage bedroom, it is now quiet. The little children can even hear the wind hitting the white curtain. It's like this every night. The father's rules are strictly followed. Everything must be in order before the bedtime patrol begins.

 

Pann always falls asleep after hearing his father's footsteps. The footsteps are rhythmic like a lullaby. The father will start walking once the clock stops ringing.

 

Kraek...

 

"Ah!!!!!"

Plug!

 

"Screaming..."

 

But today, after the clock rang the time, it was not the sound of the father's footsteps as he was used to. Pann, in his childhood, opened his eyes. The small body, wrapped in a thin blanket, moved up to find the source of the sound. But the moonlight was not enough to clearly see the incident at the front door. He tried to find a place to hide from something that was lifting the body of the unfortunate little boy up high in the air. Fortunately, Jett, who was in the next bed, was more conscious than he was.

 

"Ja Jett"

"We have to find Elise."

 

The child's two small hands, not to mention both of them, were holding each other tightly, running through the chaos, because he thought that if he escaped from the bedroom, he would escape the monster's hands in a frenzy.

 

Pann tried to run with tears. He didn't dare to look back at the image of the little boy who had lived together. He was let down and hit the floor loudly after the tall body buried his face in his neck until he was satisfied. The small feet froze when the image in front of him was another human walking into the next bedroom. The same rhythm that was turning to find another way to escape. Elise, with messy hair in her hands, hugged the doll she had just got as a gift for herself.

 

Despite being so scared that they burst into tears, the three little children chose to hold hands and go out to a safe place. From the corridor on the 2nd floor to the first floor, the little boy decided to hide under the stairs. Rest your tired body and comfort yourself with the sound. The heart beats loudly as if it were about to fall out.

 

"Ma, what is it?"

"Vampire"

 

"Vampire?"

"I've read it before"

 

"Then"

 

"We have to get out of here. Can you run, Elies?" The only girl in the group nodded. Raising her hand to wipe the tears that flowed down her cheeks before the three of them left the stairs. The screams were still mixed with the sound of things being thrown and scattered on the rock floor with countless human hands. Pann ran behind Jett and Elise. He raised his hand and covered his ears when the wooden beam behind him fell. Two legs that accelerated their steps until they barely touched.

 

The floor stumbled in shock. However, a loud noise echoed throughout the orphanage, so the two friends didn't realise that Pann hadn't followed as expected. The small body stumbled and fell on the marble floor, sliding against the wall. He Pokponged himself as much as a child could. He hurt his whole body. The arms of Pann's clothes were raised to wipe the tears. Trying to move the body to stand up, but the ankle didn't seem to have the strength to do so, and he collapsed and sat down against the church wall as before.

 

Pann didn't even dare to cry for help. He was afraid he would become a victim of a monster still having fun with the orphans. Above, the little one hugged his knees and closed his eyes, praying to survive until the morning.

 

Hik Kha, the Lord who will..."

 

The prayer may not be reached. I can't pray. The wooden beam that is shaped is broken. Whatever is blocked falls to the tile floor. It will gradually collapse, and soon this church will collapse, leaving only ruins. At this moment, he can't be generous. May he live until the morning. Just ask to go without pain.

 

Thud!!!!!

 

Pann closed his eyelids tightly. Both hands were still sitting against the wall, waiting for the pain that could cause him to die from the collapse of the building, the screams and howling. Many things were destroyed. His last mind hoped that Jett and Elise would be safe outside. As for him, he would..

 

Suddenly!

 

It doesn't hurt...

 

There is no sensation that the big wooden beam touches his body, even slightly. The light brown eyes gradually grew dim, wondering what had saved him from the pain.

 

Pann swore that he had never seen a tall, white body that was as pale as drawing paper in this orphanage before. He tried to focus on the doubt that this man, who sacrificed the back plate to receive a large wooden beam, was.

 

If it were when this church was still as elegant as before, the moonlight would have passed by, allowing him to see the other person's face more clearly. But the crescent of the moon passed through the wood. Causing him to see only the red blood drop pendant on the neck of the other person, Pann swallowed hard. He didn't know how to behave. He didn't know that the man in front of him came to help or hope for his blood like another child who was taken.

 

Before he made any decision, the big wooden beam was lifted by the tall owner, leaving room for him to escape from this place. The face under the blurred shadow turned toward the church's only exit. Pann did not wait to bite his teeth to support himself against the wall until the door opened. The sweet face turned back to the wooden beam to try to find the body of the man who saved his life. But it was left only emptiness. In that, Pann therefore stepped out of the place where, as of now, it is not an area that allows him to sleep peacefully again…

 

"Huh!"

 

He dreamed…

 

But this time it has returned to the place where he was yesterday.

 

He used to live in a shelter. Go to the place where he remembers every inch because he used to play until he was told. The cause of resentment in the race that eats and destroys their homes without a good piece. At the beginning, that makes him and two friends who survived spend the rest of their lives destroying monsters like them.

 

Pann lay on the sofa. His thin body was covered with his favourite blanket. The unfinished book was placed on the table in front of the fireplace. At his routine when living in the last bloodline Jonoèl’s penthouse.

 

He looked around before finding the owner of the room, who was also taking time to rest. Ramil's tall, naked upper body was lying on the sofa. Two hands were held on his stomach. His eyes were motionless.

 

He tightened the blanket to protect Pokpong from the room's temperatures below 20 degrees Celsius, then stood up, walked, and stopped in front of someone else who had not recovered well from the recovery ceremony. The light brown eyes could not take their attention off the red drops of blood on Ramil's neck. Many times, he wondered why Ramil, the mysterious man in his dream and the one who had saved his life, had almost everything that made him think he was the same person. 

 

He questioned many times, but each time he was held back by the fact that Methus had told him his master had been imprisoned in the painting for more than a hundred years. There is no way that Ramil was the same person who had saved him. The closer he got to the other person, the more confused he was. He couldn't deny that the depths of his heart wanted the last Jonoèl bloodline to be the only man. With what he dreamed of, the man who imprinted him with a sweet taste and the same man who saved his life on the day everything was destroyed....

 

The black crow is so frustrated with every situation that the bully doesn't want to return to Jonoèl. But he himself has no choice. Because the destroyed office will take time to deal with. The owner of the body in black often sits and sighs, thinking of a way to open Pong Pan on the top of the roof of a luxury hotel in the city centre.

Since meeting the owner of the gallery and the person who freed his master from the curse at his house that day, Ciar has never stopped tracing the source of the group of people formed to chase vampires like him. The black crow lurked deep in the place where Hunter used as a source of examples, unafraid of death. Once again, he saw with his own eyes how important Pann was to Hunter's founders, like Jett and Elise.

 

"Sigh"

 

Ciar lay down on the cold roof. Close your eyes and think of the events Methus told you about, then meet with him. The brain that is passionate about using tricks to bind information together concludes that Pann planned well to infiltrate and unseal his master from the curse of captivity, and agreed to enter Jonoèl, even though it was unnecessary, because he was looking for an opportunity to kill Ramil Solay Onoel.

 

"Are you addicted to your own pet habit?"

"Master?"

 

"There is something good here for you to be so attached that you don't want to be inside."

 

"I'm just bored"

 

"I want to go back to have fun with the stupid humans at the office."

"Methus told me that you changed your body to go out all day."

 

"Pussy, I have something to deal with."

"Do you want me to help you, Crow?"

 

Ramil is aware of everything. The doctor gives birth to the bearer. He is the smartest person he has ever known. In that way, Ramil deliberately approached him. The top would not be just teasing that he didn't want to be in the square room that Methus provided.

 

"I can handle it myself."

 

Ciar has already decided to keep this secret to himself until Ramil remembers his grief and begins to distrust Pann himself. Because now he has only evidence from his own eyes and is still angry in his heart that on that day the master chose to ignore hope.

 

"If there's anything I can help you with, let me know."

"I'd rather be the one who helped your master."

 

"In that case, thank you very much, Ciar."

 

The crow of the Solay bloodline knelt on the floor of the roof. The head bowed slightly to respect the master before disintegrating his body into a completely black body. Then, it soared into the sky. Start the mission for tonight after he sees that Pann has left Jonoèl.

 

Meanwhile, the tall figure in a scrub for navy medical personnel is sitting, regaining consciousness after almost falling out again from a major surgery that ended not long ago. Bright red blood stains the suit and the operating room. The sweet smell makes Mae Pin almost crazy. After the end of the second day of his life, he quickly manages himself and hides to rest at the convenience store at the same place.

 

Beautiful, slender fingers took a watermelon and put it in his mouth, piece by piece. When the pack was finished, he walked back to buy a new one. The symptoms were the same as those of a patient with sugar drops. It was so strange that it was Pokponged. The one who stood and arranged things on the shelf had to come out to sit as a friend.

 

"Do you have anything to stress about?"

"A little bit."

 

"The scene in the operating room just now is stuck here."

 

The defender smiled when Mekhin pointed his finger at his head. The other person made a face as if he didn't want to remember the image that made him sit and eat the 4th pack of watermelon in front of the convenience store at almost midnight.

 

"Where did you tell me to eat everything in moderation, otherwise it won't have any Benefit?"

 

"Where is it? This is the 4th pack."

"Today I have to reward myself."

 

Even if the other person can't laugh with Mook about him, the big, round eyes that he secretly observed since he went to pay at the counter looked sad, as if he had something to think about that couldn't be taken out of his brain.

 

"But"

"Is there anything uncomfortable? I've seen it a while ago," Mekhin said. He walked in to buy watermelon 4 times. Every time he saw Pokpong, he picked up everything and dropped it. Walk through the class that he had just put things down until he had to collect them again.

 

"I have it."

 

"I'm free now if you want to tell me."

"Or just want to sit as a friend."

 

He received another smile from the owner of the small body, who was watching him bite into the watermelon. Pokpong, sighing softly and stopping to establish a rhythm for compiling before sharing the story.

 

"I can't contact my brother."

 

"No matter how many times I called him, he didn't answer. I went to my house, but I couldn't find him. I don't know what I'm angry about."

 

"Did you do something bad?"

The little one shook his head, raised his hands and feet, and sighed again, then started telling the story.

 

"I live with my foster family, not with my own real brother, but we always come to see each other."

 

"If there's anything that makes Pann unhappy, it would be a matter of my deciding not to live with my new family abroad."

 

"Why?"

"Well, I don't want to leave him alone."

 

"He must have tried to beat himself away to make it easier for me to decide to leave here."

 

"He may think that what he is doing is a good hope," said Mekhin.

 

Pokpong nodded, agreeing with the doctor who wiped his hands stained with watermelon juice with his scrub shirt. Mekhin moved the glasses that slid down to the tip of his nose and sat up straight, as if he were treating a patient with a depressed face in front of him.

"I understand how you feel."

"But I also understand that you are afraid of giving a lot. Difficult"

 

"Didn't you talk at all?"

"P' Pann didn't answer my phone at all."

 

"Sigh"

 

"Now it's like I'm in the wrong place with my new family. I don't know where to put myself."

 

Mekhin nodded to accept. He understood Pokpong. Understand the feeling that this place is not his own. But still stubborn, because even he who has thought carefully still cannot shake the sense that he is not of the same race as the person in front of him.

 

Rrrr...

"I've been followed." He took the phone from the front pocket of the scrub shirt. Come up, it shows the phone number from the surgery ward.

 

"Good luck, doctor."

"You too"

 

"Please adjust your understanding with your brother quickly.”

"Thank you."

 

"But"

"Are you working at the same time tomorrow?"

 

Pann just left his best friend, Jett, for a moment. He almost had his voice back during the appointment to agree on the plan. Kill the last bloodline of Jonoèl. Jett clearly expressed his hesitation that, all the time he was with the vampire race, nothing happened as planned.

 

'Don't hesitate, Pann'

'Don't forget what the dirty bastards did to us that day.'

 

'I never forget'

'Then it's time for you to stop hesitating.'

 

'Do it, or I'll take care of it.'

 

The events of that day buried the hearts of all of us who had lost. He still remembers the minute he had to survive from the structure that was falling. Pann has no way to forgive anyone. Even if he took the lives of children, the orphanage, he kept his grudges in his chest. Dealing with dozens of Jonoèl’s, but with the owner of the body in front of him, there was only hesitation, which made it happen every time there was a chance to kill the last bloodline. Pann waited until the other person woke up.

 

The coldness of the silver knife was hidden in the front pocket of the shirt. He kept his hesitation. Manage the feeling of distraction at its deepest level. Light brown eyes focused on the back of the Jonoèl bloodline. At the same time, thin hands under the sweater's pocket grip the tip of the weapon handle at the caster. One of the members of the Hunter group invented it. The sharp edge of the silver tip. That is just a blink of an eye, and it destroys the strong power of the Holy Family Lineage. Slipper stopped at a point not far away, not near the owner of the penthouse, who was spending time reading a book in his hand. He saw only a crescent of the other person's face that came out from behind the sofa.

 

He just gets closer to the other person. Just a split second is enough to close the door of the grudge that has existed for decades. Just one step of Pan....

 

The face is as pale as drawing paper. The eyebrows are slender and dark like the eyes. Ramil has thin lips that often smile when he accidentally does something, is not careful, has black hair without decoration, and a forehead as he lowers his head to focus on the language he does not know. Under the black shirt, the light from the red blood-drop pendant appears. The only clear thing is both in the change and on the night he survived.

 

He doesn't expect himself to know anything more than this. If it will make the bond that has been formed eaten by the pain of the events he has encountered in the past, and will forgive the person who…

 

"Are you awake?"

"Ah..."

 

"What's wrong?"

"I've seen you there for a long time."

 

The old book in the other person's hand was closed and placed on the table in front of the fireplace. A tall body in casual clothes walked close to him, who still did not move because he was afraid of being caught by the eyes of the darkness in front of him.

 

"Uh... I"

"..."

 

"I"

"Are you bored?"

 

"Yes, it is...."

"I will ask for Mr Ramil's permission to go up to the rooftop."

 

"Sure"

 

"Put it on, it's cold outside, you won't feel well." Two sweaty hands on the legs of their own sweatpants to relieve symptoms.

 

Shaken by Ramil's actions, we are both closer every day, but he is not used to it at all. In Lakwan Pan, it feels as if his body is frozen, as if someone pressed the Stop button. There is only the action of the person holding Visasa, raising his headgear to cover his hair, which still conveys generosity and concern through the tone of voice. Stable of the person

 

"I'll have the maid prepare the food. When it's done, I'll let Methus go up. According to."

 

The gentle breeze seemed to lull into the night with blurred eyes. Big round eyes flickered frequently, chasing his own symptoms. Pann moved his chair before sitting down to receive the cold of the winter wind that blew in from all directions, watching the wide sky from the angle where the moonlight shines.

 

The head is also covered with a good grey cold. Pokpong yourself from the weather that can make people sick easily, especially when playing at night with a cold or a cough. Let the thoughts in the brain drift like a large cloud that blows through the little moon. Hide it from the chaos.

 

On the rooftop of the Jonoèl Hotel, there is a variety of gardens, but it is not allowed to come up arbitrarily. Methus said that the owner cherishes the place, which is like his Garden of Eden.

 

Just like the penthouse where he takes refuge every night. But Pann is an exception to that rule. He normally goes in and out of this garden. Almost all of the flower vases in Ramil's room come from the produce here. On days when you don't have to think about anything, he often asks another person for permission to come up and spend most of his time on new hobbies like flower arranging.

 

Even though it is so high above the lobby floor that it is almost dazzling, the music still drifts in the wind, accompanied by the sound of leaves rubbing against each other. There is no denying that the sweet scent of flowers at night is mixed with the sound of music that is flickering until it is almost inaudible. The atmosphere in this garden is breathtakingly beautiful.

 

Pann tapped his toes to the rhythm of the song that he could think of because he used to listen to it often. At the same time, the beautiful pair of lips hummed it softly. Use this time to focus on everything around the body that will help you forget the expectations of your duties.

 

Tap

 

He fell out of his thoughts. Turned to the noise that came from behind. The tall body, dressed in a dignified manner, hit its knuckles on the wooden railing until it made a sound, calling the person reciting the song alone to realise that, as of now, I am not alone.

 

The owner of a gentle smile walked in and sat on an empty chair next to him. The slender fingers unbuttoned the suit before dropping down with an elegant attitude. Pann has never seen Methus unprepared once. No matter how late it is, the other person will always be calm, poised and neat.

 

"Did I bother you?"

"No, Mr Ramil, did you follow me?"

 

Methus nodded, slender long legs raised cross-legged, focusing on the front just like him. Sharp eyes reflect the image of the dark sky before starting a Conversation.

 

"Hmm"

..."

 

"It's been a while, but I don't want to be distracted. Waiting for you to sing until you finish the part first."

 

"Mr Methus"

"It's because it's good."

 

"Mr Methus"

 

The other person's good-natured voice spoke. The person had an amused attitude, as if he was raising his name, expecting punishment for listening without permission.

 

"Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry."

 

"You'll be free from here."

"I think it's time for you to establish." His big, round eyes narrowed. He didn't quite understand what Methus said or what he looked like, but he knew he should explain it.

 

"According to the rules of the Jonoèl, the right heir is like Mr Ramil. Must be the next leader."

 

"But something happened first. Your master was sealed with a curse from Lilith. All four powers must be entrusted to the companions such as me, Ciar and Mekhin."

 

"The four powers?"

"Well, now you have everything."

 

"..."

"After the establishment, you will be free from this place."

 

"May I ask what that power is?" He moved to face the Solay bloodline. Methus secretly smiled at him. He seemed to intend not to hide anything he knew from the person who had unsealed the master's curse.

 

"In addition to the speed of Mr Methus"

"Mr Ciar's transformation power"

 

"Mekhin's healing power"

"

 

He thought about what he had learned at first because he had always understood that Ramil held 3 powers that made his immortal life stronger than anyone else's. Still, the last power Methus mentioned was a mystery that left him unable to leave the conversation.

 

"

 

"The power that makes you the strongest vampire among the race."

"It can penetrate the depths of the mind."

 

"Go find the hidden memories"

"A thought that can't be told to anyone"

 

"We call it the power of knowing the mind." Search for memories that have been kept. Know in the deepest part of the mind, the power that knows what you want to keep to fade away in the stream of time.

 

"What does it mean?"

"It means that you are back strong like that..."

 

"Let me go first."

 

Pann chose to be rude. He didn't wait for the interlocutor to finish his sentence. His body was full of height. Accelerate your feet to the door without looking back at the other person. Calm; no shocked attitude, as if he already knows what's going on.

 

The speed of the toes blew the headgear and fell behind, but he didn't care. Hurry to the next floor, where the person is the cause of his feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. A small hand grabs the big wooden doorknob. Pushed it in so fast that he forgot to ask for permission. 

 

The last Jonoèl bloodline is still sitting in the same place. Slender fingertips turn the opaque white page, alternating between lifting the red wine up and down. Lips release the meal that was prepared on the table. Waiting for someone else to break through the room with anxiety to deal with anxiety.

 

"Walk slowly"

"I'm sorry."

 

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

 

Pann just realised that his voice would distract the person who was concentrating on the book in front of him. But the other person was worried that he would be dangerous if he stopped his steps in time. The owner of the well-proportioned body bookmarked the book, then carried it back to the shelf before returning to the dining table.

 

"I hope you like it."

"Mr Ramil"

 

"..."

 

Another person stopped walking to the dining table. He looked back at him, who was still standing in the same place. The shortness of breath from running from the roof down to stop in the penthouse is gone. 'But the heart is still working hard. The thin body closes the eyelids tightly. Sigh, a big rope. Clench your hands under the pocket of the sweater until it's tight before picking up the weapon that he hides.

 

I'm confused...

 

The dark silver sharpness reflects the lights in the room. Falling onto the marble floor, the owner's craftsmanship is evident. The vine-engraved sheath loosens and splashes in the direction where the owner of the room is standing.

 

Everyone has a reason...

 

There is an idea that supports the brain to command mindfulness to do whatever you think is appropriate. But Pan is empty as if floating in a vacuum; he felt that he had no weight, no thoughts, no excuses, no needs, only fear.

 

Afraid of losing

 

Like when my father and mother left.

 

Like when Pokponging is patronised.

 

Afraid that his world will stop spinning again....

 

The Jonoèl bloodline crouched down to collect the silver vine sheath and the knife that he would know in his heart was a killing weapon in place. The tall, airy figure handed over the knife, the knife that the Hunters used to take his life, back to the owner. But the owner didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to receive it, let alone to scrape the water on the tip of his eyelashes. So the last Jonoèl held it. 

 

Ramil used his slender fingertips to scrape the water that began to flow down his white cheeks. The gentler touch made it hard for the other person to stop it easily. The big, round eyes did not dodge the other person's dark eyes. He wanted it to be red again. He wanted Ramil to be angry and punish him so that he would not feel guilty for betraying the Hunter group and betraying the owner of the blood drop in front of him.

 

"Yes, you already know."

"What do I know?"

 

"Huh"

"Or if there is something slow, you should know.

 

"I want to hear it from your mouth."

 

Thin lips prepared to explain. But there was no sound. The face was stained with tears. The big, round eyes did not dare to meet the other person. He closed his eyes to hide his worries from fear. Search for missing words to confess to someone who is only a nose's length away.

 

"I"

"...

 

"I"

"Yes"

 

"I'm here because I have to kill you."

"I'm a Hunter"

 

"I'm the same guy as Hunter who hunts down your race." To the best of his ability, now to sort out a hundred faults, confess to the reason why he tried to get close to Ramil.

 

"Is your mission only for me?"

"

 

"to kill me."

 

Ramil held out the same knife in front of him. Light brown eyes didn't even think about taking it back. Pan turned away from the weapon he was carrying and looked down at his toes. But he was called to make eye contact again, after the other person said a sentence that Pann himself doubted.

 

"Do you want to know why I still have you by my side?"

"Why?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Answer me first that you are sure"

 

Pann didn't say a word. He nodded to the person who slowly moved closer. The tall body lowered his head and put the tip of his nose on the tip of his nose. Slowly move your face low until you get the degree that makes the edge of your mouth touch each other without him thinking of pushing it away.

 

The clear eyelids blocked themselves from the scenery in front of him. He let the other person control his body. Thin lips revealed to take the hot tongue into the mouth cavity. The other person tasted the water's sweetness. The face was like a sculpture tilted to fit him. Sweeping the tongue to play a heavy role until he almost couldn't breathe. Ramil left a gap for a moment before joining Lips again.

 

The sweet voice couldn't catch the air in the body. Two small hands on the other person's strong outside tried to ask for a chance to breathe. Ramil half pushed and half hugged the other person to move closer to the long sofa. The owner of the pale body slumped down in the throat area. The wet tongue licked around until it was red. Two cold hands touched the skin of the body under the shirt before slowly removing his grey sweater, revealing his topless body.

 

"Do you still want to know?"

 

The last Jonoèl asked, his thin lips touching the tip of his nose and moving to his cheek. He bit his lips tightly, not daring to answer what he thought in his heart.

 

The person who put the red eyes against the clear eyes must know what he means from the power he is using. Just a moment, the complete darkness bites the red eyes, turning them back to the same darkness.

 

Ramil knew the other person's hidden desire. He could not delay the time. The patience was not enough to make the last Jonoèl as gentle as he wanted to be. Soon, both of their clothes were scattered on the dull granite floor. Thick lips snatched not to stand up. He shared the taste of the red wine he had just drunk with another person instead of dinner. The thin outside was flattened on the sofa floor before using the whole naked body.

 

Pann was aroused by a cold tongue that teased the top of his chest until he couldn't hold back the sound that was stored anymore—slender hands raised between his lips. White teeth clenched, not daring to let anyone hear. Big round eyes closed tightly, breathing in and out with difficulty.

"Pann"

"Yes, yes."

"Open your eyes"

 

The owner of the light brown eyes opened his eyelids to please the person who was tucked into every part of his body. The big, round eyes blinked frequently, trying to look down, not daring to touch. Avoid looking at the lips that had been smiling contentedly before stopping to focus on the drop-of-blood necklace the other person was wearing.

 

"Ah..."

 

Unable to hold back his cry, even though he tried to bite his mouth until he could feel the fishy taste of the flowing blood. The tall owner held the two-legged human up, folded it close to the thigh, while slowly moving himself closer than ever.

 

A large wooden sofa swayed against the stone floor, loudly throughout the penthouse area. Pann removed his hand from Ramil's lips. Two small hands hugged the neck of the person who moved in and out tirelessly.

 

"Yes, sir"

"Hmm"

 

The hoarse voice accepted even though he hadn't broken up from being close to the bottom of the bloodline. Ramil hugged the other person's head and leaned against his shoulder. Afraid that the other person would be hurt because his head hit the edge of the sofa.

 

"B, please be gentle."

 

Sweet face, sweaty, let go of the sheets and pick up the naked back sheet. Lips wide open, telling the other person to be kind to me a little bit.

 

The touch of the naked body is close to the body; there is no space for anything to insert between Ramil and the rounded shoulder, biting until a mark forms. The other part moves to fill the heavy rhythm until the owner of the white body below sheds clear tears, bathing the smooth cheeks, dirty to the shoulders, where he used to take refuge.

 

Even though the heir of Jonoèl tried to restrain himself because he didn't want the other person's tomorrow to be anything but bright, when he heard Pann say his name from his face or when his lips were tight, he fell.

 

"Hack"

"Huh... A..."

 

Pann at this time could not distinguish whether he was in pain or happiness. His subconscious mind drifted, letting his body fall apart in the embrace of another person, the sound of meat hitting each other in a large penthouse. Ramil inhaled his scent until he was satisfied. The more he smelled the sweetness, the bigger the body went in and out, the more they both let go of their thirsty hearts in the lullaby tonight until almost dawn, leaving the sweet moaning sound like music.

 

Let every second that Ramil wraps him in his arms. Release everything above.

 

Control is like a clearer answer more than anything else....