Fahlanruk (English Translation)

24

co-translator : pearlrosereader

  CHAPTER 24

Sherbet shook himself and went into his own house. Fahlan came in yawning as well, and they both went straight to the far-left room, the bedroom. Once in front of the bed, both of them stripped off their clothes and Fahlan watched as Sherbet only in boxers, slid his unconscious body under the duvet.

The long-haired guy was too sleepy and it all ended with Sherbet in the usual sleeping position, how? like this, Sherbet raised his head so that Fahlan's strong arm slid under his neck, so that Sher was left with his face leaning on the older's warm chest, while the white legs were inserted into the arms, strong thighs.

Fahlan brought his chin to the child's hair and placed a soft kiss on the hair, while one of his arms served as a pillow for Sherbet and he stroked his slim back, as if cooing a little brother.

The legs moved sarcastically against the white legs that had been inserted between the thighs ... that way both pairs of legs were tightly crossed.

"Uhmm ... don't move"

The sleepy voice of the long-haired man was heard ... before gently hitting the strong chest of the man who kept moving his legs until the heat began to flood the white body.

"It hasn't been done in a long time" ... Fahlan whispered hoarsely but softly.

The whispers made Sherbet frown, when his thighs - inserted in the middle of Fahlan's body - began to feel that something on the other side was "standing firm" and it was not exactly "a tin soldier."

"I'm sleepy", Sherbet said and almost let out a groan as his tight thighs gently pushed towards the middle like he was joking.

"Actually?"  said Fahlan clicking his tongue, as Sherbet's lustful thighs and "little friend" began to show the first symptoms.

It's been a long time since the two of them were in bed together ... the two were separated from that kind of activity in common ... until now no one has mentioned anything ... the exchanges have only been kisses. They haven't happened there again ... "yet" ... But when the body heats up like that ... you unexpectedly long for the other person.

"In the evening, I'll go drink again ..."

Opposite of the fuzzy voice - the murmur - Sherbet looked at Fahlan, who had lowered his head until their foreheads were pressed together. In that instant the tip of the nose rubbed back and forth, letting the warm breath spill over each other.

His heart pounded in his chest until it seemed to leap, while Sherbet's slender eyes stared into Fahlan's mouth ... and the older's sharp eyes stared at Sher's lips.

"Sher ..."

"What's wrong ...?"

"If you don't move away now ... in 1 more second I won't be able to stop ok" ... Fahlan assured.

The hand that was placed on the strong chest exerted pressure and Fahlan's face lit up slightly ... in 2 more seconds his eyes widened in amazement, as Sherbet moved to straddle him.

The soft buttocks underneath the navy boxer briefs pressed against the top of the "hard core" underneath the black Fahlan boxer ...

"I'm going to put pressure on your little friend down there” Sherbet assured.

"I want more pressure ..."

Sherbet wasn't sure ... but if he knew what he wanted ... he wanted a lot ... he wanted to be touched by Fahlan, he wanted to touch him too so; all reasons, all thoughts were dismissed. Sherbet just wanted to sink into Fahlan's arms.