MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 60 I will coax you

Hunter exhaled and reached for La Winston's finger. At first he touched his fingertips gently, and then went to the hotel regardless of his grasp.

It felt like taking Winston home, suddenly a sense of accomplishment.

He didn't want to take a shower anymore, he felt that he had been too dramatic in the past 24 hours, just like dreaming.

He opened the quilt directly and lay in, leaning on the side of the bed, leaving a large piece for Winston.

Hearing the sound of Winston undressing, Hunter's nerves tightened, not because he was afraid, but because he felt everything more sensitively.

When Winston lay in, his taste gradually spread in the quilt. The refreshing men's shower milk and aftershave are mature.

Winston leaned over and stretched his hand toward Hunter, but Hunter was nervous.

Thinking of the opponent's overwhelming power, Hunter leaned inward.

Winston's hand stopped there, turned and turned his back to Hunt.

This disappointed Hunt.

This is not the first time they have been lying together, in Austria, at Noboribetsu hot springs, in Dubai, only this time has made Hunt feel alienated.

Hunter leaned forward slowly, holding Winston from behind, and the moment he tightened his arms, he clearly felt that Winston's shoulders were tense.

He raised his hand, it could be said to be carefully covering Hunter's hand, for fear that he would work harder, Hunter would start to struggle again.

Hunt suddenly felt guilty.

Rather than guilty, I would like to cherish such Winston. He always impressed him with reason and power, knowing his goals and knowing what to do. And he was the one he had thought hard to get.

The confused person is himself.

Hunt's forehead rested lightly on Winston's back.

"Hunt, do you still like me?" Winston asked.

"like."

I like it very much.

Even if he was scared away, he couldn't stop being attracted to this man.

"Then don't hide from me."

"That ... then don't think about me ..."

Hunter's ears were red again.

Being caught by others ... and it's still the same **** that subverts his traditional outlook on life!

"It's instinct. I can't think of it. But I can't force you as long as you don't hide from me."

Of course, Hunt knew that as long as Winston said it, he would definitely do it, which made Hunt feel suddenly more secure.

"it is good."

After Hunt had spoken, Winston turned around and looked at him.

The pair of things that had made Hunt feel incomprehensible in the darkness seemed to understand now.

Hunt squeezed forward, and Winston raised his arms around him, chin against the top of his head, and sighed softly.

"Why sigh?" Hunter asked while listening to the other's heartbeat.

"Because when you ran away, I was thinking ... how can I get you back."

"Do you really like me the first time you see me?"

"This life is. The first time I saw you, I already liked you."

"But I don't believe in love at first sight."

"I looked at you a lot, so it wasn't love at first sight."

Winston's answer was taken for granted, and Hunter's lips twitched slowly.

"I also looked at you a lot ... Think about it now, every one is super favorite!"

Hunt's heart jumped again, and when he said it, he was stupid.

Winston's lip line bent, restrained and sexy.

Hunter never thought he could please him without a word.

Yeah, what are you talking about?

This man likes himself and cares about him so much. What could be more perfect than this?

Of course ... there are just a few minor issues between them.

Somehow, I couldn't sleep happily.

Hunt lifted his chin and kissed gently on Winston's lower lip, and the other man immediately chased after him.

There was no initial impatience or loss of control, as if Winston was trying to suppress himself, everything became soft.

He sucked again and again, licking the tip of Hunter's tongue, every time he drew Hunter's breath.

Winston's hand wrapped around Hunter's neck, gently clasping his back of the head, and pinching his hair with his fingers, all of which made Hunter's heart amused.

Hunter raised his hand subconsciously, dragging Winston's collar, as if the child who wanted to eat candy pulled Winston towards himself.

This reaction made Winston intensify the kiss, he took Hunter in his arms again, the tip of his tongue gently around Hunter's tongue, licking his teeth.

Hunter closed his eyes and made a soft "um" sound, pulling his hands on Winston's collar and reaching out to hug each other.

Winston's tongue caught him, and if he slipped past Hunter's upper lip, he would slide out.

Hunter chased after him, gently rubbing Winston, turning over him, rubbing his shoulders, learning his appearance and licking Winston's lips, teeth, looking for his tongue, Can't wait to **** it once touched.

Winston raised his hand and allowed Hunter to **** and kiss himself until Hunter suddenly realized something, looked up at him, and Winston's hand hugged Hunter.

Hunt was a little nervous.

This is the first time he has kissed him ...

Suddenly the body warmed up, and he swallowed droolingly.

Fortunately, no lights were turned on, otherwise Winston would surely see his red ears.

Winston's breath was hot, and his knees were slowly raised, supporting Hunter, so that Hunter was sitting on Winston's lap and hugging him.

"It turns out ... you like this ..."

Winston's voice has a moving charm in each other's breath, like exploring for a long time and finally finding an outlet.

"what?"

"Nothing ..." Winston lifted his head slightly and kissed Hunter's lips. "I will treat you tenderly, and I won't be so impatient. I'll coax you well, in the way you like. "

"I'm not a woman! What a gentle treatment! I'm not a kid! Don't you coax!" Hunt became dissatisfied.

Despite the dissatisfaction, there was something going on in the bottom of my heart, and the more obvious every word Winston said.

"Of course you are not a woman. You are not a childish child." Winston stroked Hunter's back gently, and said in his usual solemn tone, "You are my king."

He seemed to be pushed hard, as if a crack was going to crack in his chest.

"I killed you!"

Hunt gritted his teeth, and he knew that the man was seducing himself, once before, and now even more.

He went to kiss Winston's face and bit the tip of his nose, but the other side smiled and avoided, turning to his ear instead.

That laughter was low, and the more restrained and restrained, the more sexy.

Hunt's shoulders shrugged, and Winston pressed his cheeks to him, even if there was no light, Hunter knew that the guy was laughing, and the mature adult looked at the child's smile.

But Hunter didn't feel angry at all.

This joyful and reassuring taste made Hunter sleepy. He raised his hands and hugged the other side, leaning his face directly on the other person's chest. He wanted to go down for a while, but Winston's chest was slightly undulating, like late at night In the sea, I really want to stay like this.

Gradually, Hunt gave a stretched breath, and Winston raised his head slightly, and touched the top of his head with his chin.

"Hunter?"

The noise was so soft as to stroke his nerves that Hunter didn't even want to open his eyes.

"……Ok……"

Winston stretched his arms, pulled the quilt, covered each other, and kissed Hunter's head lightly.

On this day, Hunt's interview was scheduled in the afternoon, while Winston's was in the morning.

When the alarm sounded, Winston opened his eyes and found that Hunter was still sleeping on his body, and he had to hold him up, trying to put him down. But Hunt's eyes trembled, holding Winston's shoulders and sitting up.

"Um ... morning ..."

"Yes. I'm going back to my team." Winston kissed Hunter's nose gently. "You can continue to sleep."

"Um." Hunter moved, only to find that he was sitting on Winston.

He was about to come down immediately, but Winston supported his waist and slowly put him down.

"Sleep again."

Winston pulled up the quilt for him, got up, picked up his coat, flung a semicircle in the air, and slid his arms into his sleeves.

Hunter didn't sleep. He dragged his chin to look at Winston's back.

"What's wrong?" Winston asked back.

"It's nothing."

"I'll wait for you in the news center ... wait until your interview is over, shall we have dinner together?"

"Okay." Heng nodded.

Winston just left here.

When the door slammed, Hunt lifted the quilt and went to the window. After waiting for more than a minute, he saw the figure coming out of Winston.

Winston suddenly turned around, and Hunter immediately hid himself, and waited for a few seconds, then probed to see that Winston had gone far.

What happened last night?

He told Winston what he thought, and then Winston liked him too!

Winston also kissed him!

The kissing was so **** hard, I felt so breathless that I was swallowed by the other party. Now think about it ... It's really exciting!

Hunt was taken aback by his thoughts.

Winston likes himself for a long time, so his approach is deliberate, and all his tolerance and companionship is because he likes himself.

I ran like that yesterday, and Winston didn't treat him like that!

In fact, there is nothing terrible. If Winston really wants to be hard again, fight it! Either stun Winston or stun Winston himself!

Hunter felt inexplicably excited and wanted to run in lap!

He didn't sleep for a few hours, but Hunter felt like he was awake like drinking a dozen cups of coffee, and his heartbeat was fast!

He jumped back to bed, pulled himself over the quilt and rolled himself up, as if he could still feel Winston's temperature.

what! Last night he fell asleep on Winston's body and was not pushed down!

So cool!

The time passed like this, and it came to noon unknowingly.

Hunter had lunch with the team.

He took out his phone and looked at it countless times without receiving a text message from Winston. It was a little disappointing, but he knew that Winston's talk show might not be over yet.

Hunt took a sip of black truffle mushroom soup and put it in his mouth. The phone stunned in his pocket, and he immediately took it out.

A text message from Winston reminded Hunter's heart: Are you eating lunch?

Hunter: Yeah. How about you

Winston: Just going to eat.

Hunt pursed his lips and looked at the screen of the phone, wondering what was going on in his mind.

He knew that this man liked himself, knew what he wanted to do, knew that he would endure not to hurt himself, which made Hunt want to do bad things.

His fingers ran quickly on the phone: but I want to lick your lips and bit the tip of your tongue.

After sending it out, Hunt cut a large steak and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time the public relations manager came over and asked Hunter once again to confirm all the questions about the interview program.

"Hunt, be natural, don't be nervous, smile a lot. Your fans especially like how you smile."

"Well, I know!"

"Just don't be nervous!"

The PR manager was still worried that Hunter would be speechless because of nervousness.

"Ah, don't worry! If I can't speak because of nervousness, the audience and the media will understand!"

Hunter also contains a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

"Okay! You stay in this state! This state is good!"

When the PR manager walked by, Hunter hurriedly took out his cell phone to look at it.

Huh? Winston didn't answer him?

Is it because Winston also started lunch?

But until Hunt changed into a suit ready to go to the news center, Winston's text message didn't come.

Alright ... maybe he was entangled by other reporters.

Hunt came to the show production team with the team, and everyone was nervously confirming the last row.

The host of this time is Mr. Cacho, who is also a well-known Formula One commentator.

Cacho and Hunt repeatedly confirmed a set of interview questions. Hunt, who originally said he was not nervous, was now nervous.

This is different from the media interview accompanied by Marcus, and different from Audrey's face-to-face interview. This is a TV interview and even a live audience.

"Hey, Hunter, don't worry. If you don't remember anything, or you can't speak for a while, will I help you round it?"

"Thank you, Mr. Cacho." Hunter pulled his tie subconsciously.

The show has ten minutes left.

Hunt finally walked to the bathroom.

The channel was full of media staff, and Hunter took a deep breath. He almost missed the bathroom, but was dragged by him.

Looking across his face, he saw Winston in a suit.

Hunt froze, but Winston pulled him a bit, and Hunt nearly ran into his arms.

People were coming and going, but Winston was close to Hunter and whispered in his ear: "I didn't have a good lunch today."

"Ah? Where did you eat?"

"I want to lick your lips and bit the tip of your tongue."

Winston's voice softly and slowly read the text that Hunt sent him.

"Hello!" Hunter's heartbeat was caught by the slight smile on the corner of his lips, as if to be slowly pulled out of his chest.

Winston's hand just hugged Hunter's waist lightly, looking at him as if looking at his favorite child.

At this time someone was walking into the bathroom.

Winston's palm on Hunter's waist suddenly pulled hard, and he took him there. Hunter leaned forward, but Winston stepped back steadily, only two steps back into the toilet compartment.

Winston's legs stretched out against Hunter, and he hooked the compartment door with his toes.

The moment the door was locked, Hunter became nervous.

"You ... what do you want to do?"

Hunter subconsciously leaned back, leaning against the door.

Winston turned his face and smiled: "What are you thinking? I can't do anything to you here. If you resist so hard, if the door is broken, the media will say that the two of us are at odds with each other. . "

"Then you think ..."

Hunt opened his lips slightly, and Winston leaned forward. Because it was too fast, he didn't expect it at all, and Winston included it.

Different from the overwhelming momentum of the first time, this time it was gentle, and the sucking caused Hunter's shoulders to shrug, and subconsciously brought himself up.

Winston's tongue slipped as soon as he touched the tip of Hunter's tongue, turning to his palate, sliding over his soft sides, and then rolling it up again, but it only slipped away again for a short while. Already.

Hunter chased Winston's tongue subconsciously, and Winston's tongue was about to leave. Hunter hurried to the other's lips. At that moment, his tongue was slightly bitten.

The feeling was like a mess of thoughts, blood scattered all over the body to jump out of the blood vessel, Hunter took a breath, opened his eyes and looked at the other person.

Winston smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"Go, your interview is about to begin."

This is called "licking your lips and biting the tip of your tongue".

Hunter suddenly didn't want to leave here.

Winston's forehead narrowed Hunter's eyebrows: "Look ... you don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you, I won't eat you."

Just like hypnosis, the heat and madness of Winston that day was like Hunt's illusion.

"Ok……"

At this time, people outside had washed their hands and went out.

Winston opened the door for Hunt, and Hunt went out.

The interview program was about to begin, and Hunter came to sit opposite the host, Mr. Cacho.

The audience was also seated and all cameras were in place.

Hunter took a breath and raised his eyes to see the farthest seat of the auditorium where Winston was sitting.

He was inconspicuous and hardly lit, but Hunter saw him at a glance.

Cacho was very familiar with the opening remarks, ignited the audience ’s expectations of Hunter, and reviewed the process from when Hunter entered Formula One to the rising rankings, and released a few classic overtakings.

Looking at the big screen, Hunter also looked surprised.

After making and connecting the video in one go, coupled with music, it makes people blood.

Hunt pointed at the big screen and said, "Is that ... Is that really me? Are you sure you accidentally cut the race for another driver?"

"We are very professional and will not make such mistakes." Mr. Cacho answered very seriously.

Hunt touched his head in surprise, and whispered, "Oh ... I'm handsome!"

Although the voice was not loud, it was enough to hear Mr. Cacho and the audience in the front row. For a moment everyone laughed.

"You are so handsome," Mr. Cacho laughed.

This interview involved less professional content and focused more on Hunter's growth.

In the process of growth, Hunter's father was inevitably mentioned.

In fact, when it comes to mentioning this man on such occasions, Hunter is twisted and even a little nervous.

The public relations manager had prepared the manuscript for him long ago. He originally remembered it, but he suddenly didn't want to say that.

He looked at Winston's position, and the other person looked at him. That look was different from all the looks at him.

Firm, strong, but indifferent.

As if walking in such eyes, you can look at all the past calmly and calmly.

"I was ready to describe my father as a self-confident and brave hero who made me change, but he himself was defeated by a sad hero ... But in fact, think carefully, he is the same as all fathers, he Love me, even with me at the most stressful moment of my career. "

Hunter talked about how his father tried to cultivate his self-confidence when he was a kid and didn't stutter when he was nervous. Some are ridiculous, making the audience laugh. And some were very touching, and several male viewers who were already fathers also flashed with tears.

Speaking of the end, referring to his father's death, Hunter said, "I don't regret smashing all his bottles at that time. I just regret that I didn't do it earlier. He felt that everything had failed, but he only needed to Be stronger and you will see me today. Isn't I ... worthy of his lifetime achievement? "

When Hunter's voice fell, the audience was silent.

The opposite Mr. Caccio suddenly applauded strongly, and then the audience applauded.

"I like real people and unmodified answers. Hunter's answer is really different from what he was about to tell me. I like this simple but more authentic story. After telling your father, Let ’s talk about your best friend, Fann Winston in Formula 1. Many media know that during the interview, if Ivan Hunt is mentioned, he will be willing to say a few more words. I do n’t want to ask you how I know, or have fun with each other, because with the deep digging of Miss Audrey Wilson, many fans already know. For Formula One fans, the previous twelve years were Irving and Xia Time. Irving had already expressed his intention to retreat before this season, but when such a fan is worried about losing focus, Winston is like a sharp blade, and you gradually catch up and let everyone see To the next golden age. "

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: I want to lick your lips and bit the tip of your tongue.

Winston: That's it ... I want to lick your (beep-), stand against you (beep-)

Hunter: ... no ... no mood! Bad review! Bad review! Bad review!