IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

10:8

The body of the young man in his arms was frighteningly hot, even the breath on his face was hot. Brun put his hand on Mu Xingchen's burning forehead and tilted his head to free his tongue which had been numbed by the sucking.

Mu Xingchen wanted to catch up anxiously, but he couldn't because of the hand on his forehead. He could only stare at Brun's lips and swallow his saliva in grievance.

He's in heat again.

Maybe it was a mistake to bring this dragon back.

Brun stared at the tree not far away, took a few deep breaths, suppressed the physiological reaction that surged in his body when being licked by a tongue, and pinched Mu Xingchen's waist with both hands to push him off him.

Mu Xingchen, who sat on the ground, immediately stuck to Brun, humming and begging, "I want to lick you more."

Brun had no intention of communicating with the drunk, horny, and obviously unconscious boy. He frowned, pinched Mu Xingchen's arm and helped him stand up. Thinking of the river they passed on the way here just now, he bent down and carried Mu Xingchen, who had fallen on him.

"Hmm..." Mu Xingchen groaned in pain a few times. His powerless arms struggled a few times, grabbed Brun's pants, and then slowly moved to that tight buttocks.

Brun's walking movements froze, and with a wooden face he freed one hand and expressionlessly moved the hand that was on his butt away. After a moment, the restless hand came up again and was trying hard to get into his pants.

You cannot kill your own dragon.

Brun closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He turned Mu Xingchen, who was holding his butt, over and carried him on his shoulders. He quickened his pace and walked towards the river they had passed before, but he regretted it after only two steps.

The silly dragon couldn't touch his butt now, but the limp hands grasped the most vulnerable part of his body.

Half a minute later, Brun carried Mu Xingchen, who had adjusted his direction again, and walked quickly. Even though the warm and soft hand reached into his pants and pinched his butt, he just frowned and silently quickened his pace.

It took more than ten minutes to reach the river, most of which was because Mu Xingchen was hanging upside down in discomfort, groaning and protesting, so Brun had to stop and wait for him to calm down.

Mu Xingchen held Brun's hand and soaked it in the river water, rubbing his hot face against Brun's palm. As he rubbed, he stretched out his tongue to lick it. When he was in heat, he was so hot that even his tongue was hot.

Brun squatted by the river, letting Mu Xingchen hold his hand and rub and lick it, because... he always felt that this silly dragon was about to explode with heat.

Time passed by little by little, and Mu Xingchen, who was soaking in the water, showed no signs of cooling down, and the corners of his eyes were red from the heat.

When he tried to climb out for the umpteenth time but was pushed back into the water again, Mu Xingchen felt aggrieved and angry. He glared at Brun with misty eyes for a few seconds, then angrily let go of the hand that was holding Brun's arm and let himself float downstream with the current.

Brun followed along the shore with his bag in his hand. As he walked, he saw the young man floating in the water sinking back into the water. He waited patiently at the shore for a few minutes, but Mu Xingchen, who was sinking to the bottom of the water, still showed no signs of floating up.

This silly dragon won’t suffocate himself to death, right?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Brun frowned. He didn't know about other dragons, but this stupid dragon of his own might really do such a stupid thing.