love brother

Chapter 22

When I discovered Lane's secret, I was sorting out what he had brought.I was astounded that he left Rome with nothing top-secret documents or gold or silver jewellery, but a pile of his sketches.

But when I took them out one by one and prepared to re-frame them, I found that there were a few lines of sentences behind almost every painting, which were sparse.Out of curiosity, I began to read carefully.

Seeing this, I couldn't help being dazed.

sunny afternoon in may bad mood

That little fool had a cat, an ugly white cat he called Snow White.

He looked even stupider for crying over a cat.

Rainy afternoon in November

It was raining, so we had to stay at home, and he asked me to read Shakespeare to him.

Stupid, that's a love poem.

The morning of September is sunny, the mood is neither good nor bad

He doesn't like my piano teacher.

Obviously I was the one who was beaten, so what is he doing with a mournful face?

But I don't like that lady either, and I'll find a way to get her out of the manor.

It's sunny at midnight in July and I'm in a bad mood

I hate Switzerland!

Hate that girl named Annie!

Hate that idiot even more! !

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!why is it like this? !That damned fool!What did he do? ! ! !

... Maybe I'm sick.

In the afternoon of March, I don’t know my mood

I have a cold and the little idiot has been taking care of me.

He thought I was asleep, but I was awake, but my eyes were closed.If I opened my eyes, he would be scared to death.

He actually kissed me.

That idiot!

It couldn't be colder in February

He became a real orphan.

He called me brother, asked me what to do, and cried like that.

This is really a bad day.

Humidity in April

Amy had a fever and I didn't take care of him.

sunny november

Those bastards who only know how to yell, if they spend their time thinking, they wouldn't say so many stupid things!Have their brains been eaten by mice? ! !

heat range in june

A 13-year-old told me she was in love with me.

13 years old, what does she know?

That's just nonsense.

……

I'm going to be stunned, these things are completely beyond my expectations!He actually wrote all his thoughts on the back of the painting and hung it in his study, what on earth was he thinking?

I flipped through a few more, and found that he had written a few words on the backs of all the sketches of dancing butterflies, and some of them were written and then erased by him.

I gradually grasped the rules. It seemed that the more enchanting and beautiful those butterflies were, the worse his mood that day was. At the worst time, he painted his back black, and the messy lines were simply suffocating.

He called me Little Fool, what a sweet nickname.I thought happily, and flipped through it again.

Suddenly, I found a small oil painting that was only as big as hands folded together. Because the way of carrying it was relatively casual, the surface of the painting was cracked and faded, and the butterflies were broken and mottled, a little ugly and a little hideous.

I don't know if there is any on the back of this painting, so I excitedly turned it over to the back.

What catches the eye is Ryan's resolute and smooth font. There are no cute descriptions of time, weather, and mood when he was a teenager, but only a simple line of text.

——Now that he was lured by villains to leave Kemesia easily, he will never even think about coming back here in the future!

I curled my lips, how fierce, this should be when I fell out with him and joined the mafia.

He was so angry in the first place, if he had said this to me at that time, I would have been too scared to step out of the gate of Kemersia Manor.

"What are you looking at?" Ryan's voice came from behind me without warning, and I hurriedly put the things away guiltily, and stood up to meet him.

After all, it was his privacy, I was still a little embarrassed: "I'm packing your luggage."

He glanced at the opened suitcase and looked at me: "Did you see it all?"

I swallowed unconsciously, wondering if I would be silenced by him if I nodded.

"Just... a little bit."

He didn't look angry, walked a few steps to the bedside, took some yellowed sketches scattered in the suitcase and flipped through them in his hands.

"Just look at it, anyway, I have no intention of hiding it. I was too young at that time, and I would only vent my dissatisfaction in this childish way, and it will be much better after that. If I am in a bad mood, I will make a butterfly as a specimen. It's like pinning the annoying person in the picture frame." After speaking, he looked up and smiled at me.

A chill ran down my spine, as if I had been crucified countless times.

I believe many of his butterfly specimens have my name on them, because I always annoy him, and I have this self-awareness.

I went forward and put my arms around his neck, and asked him with some flattery: "Brother, I will never make you angry again, we will only have happy memories, really."

Ryan touched my waistline and said softly, "Oh?"

His slightly skeptical "Oh" made me feel uneasy about being questioned.

"Don't you believe it?"

He didn't admit it or deny it, but bit my earlobe ambiguously, and said maliciously, "Prove it to me."

I felt his hand move slowly towards my hip, knowing what he meant by "proof".

I have been abstinent for a long time, and I had never even masturbated when his life or death was uncertain, so I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Of course." I smiled knowingly, and began to unbutton his shirt one by one, with strong lust: "Of course I will prove it to you."

Since it was my invitation, it was only fitting that I offer it up, so the sex was completely up to me and Ryan just had to enjoy it.But sometimes thinking is one thing and doing is another.

I have always felt that riding this position is quite easy, because I can control it by myself, rhythm, speed, etc., but when it comes to me, it is not the case at all.Suffice it to say, the man who invented the riding position was a mad genius!

"Why did you slow down?" Ryan asked as he leaned against the head of the bed and kissed my neck.

Why slow down?Of course I have no strength.

But how can I have the face to say such a thing, last time he laughed at me as "no way", it's very embarrassing, and this time I'm said to be physically weak, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold my head up in front of him in the future.Although I completely obey him, and sometimes even put him first in everything without a bottom line, it is undeniable that I am very persistent in some strange ways.

"It's over too soon... Isn't it boring... boring?" I propped my knees on his sides, slowly moving up and down, and I still had to speak hard.

Ryan didn't talk anymore, but tried his best to tease my desire, as if he wanted to drive me to burn from the inside out.Every time his lips and tongue passed by, I would shudder. The feeling was so comfortable that my waist went limp.

"Ah!" When I was weak, Ryan suddenly held my waist and pressed down while doing a hip-up movement, which made the genitals in my body enter an unimaginable depth.I clasped his shoulders uncomfortably, and the genitals in my lower abdomen softened a little due to the pain.

I frowned slightly, and looked at Ryan suspiciously: "Brother?"

He kissed the corner of my lips, as if complaining: "You are too slow."

That's really sorry!But before I could speak again, he started to move impatiently, the movements were very fierce and decisive, the impact force and high speed almost made people scream.

"Hmm..." I wanted him to slow down, but he couldn't open his mouth at all, his voice seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he could only moan in shame when he opened his mouth.

His strength seems to be endless, and there is no way to use up time. He fucked me hundreds of times or more. Dying sobs".He held my buttocks so that he could lift me up, and when he released it suddenly to a certain extent, I would sit on his penis due to gravity, so that I would be penetrated to the deepest point, and the pleasure would make my toes curl up The gut walls tighten and he'll sigh with pleasure before whispering obscenities in my ear.

He'd compliment me on how bouncy and soft my ass is, or how comfortable my "little mouth" is for him to bite, or even pat my butt to make me squeal louder.

I was almost blushing listening to him say these words. It seems that I am not the only one who has been suffocating in the past few years. Ryan has also become more and more fond of making fun of my helplessness in bed.

"Brother... please forgive me... ah..."

I'm like riding a tireless horse. If I can't tame him, I can only beg for mercy. I hope my body will stop being so bumpy. I feel like my thighs and heels are going to burn.And my genitals have long since hardened again, and the tip just happened to touch Ryan's abdomen, and I was spitting out transparent prostatic fluid indiscriminately with his deep and shallow prostration.

Every time he pushed it, it felt like he was going to push me through, and the pouch made a loud slap on my ass.

"Those gifts of yours... I can't bring them here," he seemed to be about to climax, and his movements became more violent: "I'll buy some some other day."

I couldn't hear what he said at all, I just hugged him, hung on him and groaned weakly with the superimposition of pleasure.

"I...I want...here...ah!!" In a deep thrust, the sensitive point that was accurately hit gave off a sharp pleasure, and I reached an orgasm almost instantly.

Ryan then ejaculated right after my orgasm, I think he was caught off guard by the spasms in my gut walls, otherwise he would have lasted a little longer.

Sex between men is exhausting. The man who has been abstinent for three years doubles, and the one who gets fucked doubles.My whole body was sticky and wet with sweat, but I didn't even bother to move my fingers. I just lay in Ryan's arms, maintaining the sex position, and even contained his genitals that gradually lost their hardness.

I wanted to regain my strength before making other plans, have another shot or take a bath and rest, but Ryan suddenly picked me up from the bed!Yes, hug!

Reflexively, I wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held my hip like a baby in his arms and walked steadily towards the bathroom.

"elder brother!?"

Ryan's eyes always give people a cold feeling because of their silver-gray pupils, but at this time, those eyes that make people addicted to them are deep and deep, exuding the male instinct of plunder and aggression.

"We'll continue as we wash," he said.

Hearing this, I was both excited and scared, but I couldn't resist, so I could only be carried into the bathroom by him.

We didn't know how many times we did it that day, going from the bedroom to the bathroom and back to the bedroom from the bathroom, carnival-like insatiability, and finally missed dinner.I hope no one hears my disgraceful yells, it really does a disservice to my mafia godfather image.If people knew that I was a bro-lover who yelled "Brother is so comfortable" and "Brother work harder" in bed, the entire Lombardi family would probably be turned upside down--De Cario doesn't count, he only knows that I am Brother lover.

In the end, we lay down on the bed and fell asleep hugging each other. We were obviously very tired, but I kept looking at Ryan's sleeping face and couldn't fall asleep. The feeling was very strange. Satisfaction and sweetness intertwined, like getting the whole world.

Money, power, beauty, those are not what I really want, they are nothing compared to the charm of a person, with Ryan, I am complete.

With him, I will be happy.