The Law of the Silent Gentleman

Giuliano took the dagger and pointed it at Enzo's chest without hesitation. He was surprised that his hands didn't tremble at all. Perhaps subconsciously, he also wanted to stab Enzo a few times.

Enzo touched his cheek, his fingers brushed his lips, his hand was callused from holding the sword for a long time, the rough feeling made Giuliano shudder. The young man thrust the dagger forward, against Enzo's clothes. The dagger was very sharp, if he tried harder, he would definitely see blood.

"First thing," Enzo said softly, "let me kiss you."

Before Giuliano could react, Enzo had pressed up and captured his lips. The dagger pierced through his clothes, and the tip dug into his flesh. Enzo not only didn't back down, but kissed him even harder, taking his breath away. Enzo's breath swept over Giuliano's body like an irresistible storm. Soon, only the smell of Enzo remained in his nostrils. He tried to get a sliver of air between the kisses, but Enzo wouldn't let him go. Assassins always want more and more.

Their lips overlapped and there was no more movement, no fondling or teasing, just a kiss.

A new wave of music and applause came from downstairs, and the rhythmic footsteps of the dancers even shook the entire building. But none of that din could compare to Giuliano's own heartbeat. His heart was pounding violently in his chest, as if he had just gone through a life-and-death run. The blood was pressed into every blood vessel in the whole body by the bright red organs, and the rushing roar was almost deafening.

When Giuliano was choking, they finally parted. A trace of blood flowed down the blood groove of the dagger.

Giuliano tried to speak, but Enzo pressed his lips.

"Don't say anything, just listen to me." The assassin said hoarsely, "This is the second thing: listen to me first."

Giuliano lowered his eyes, agreeing that he should continue.

"I know what you're thinking. I know you don't want to set foot in our world. No matter how I explain it, it's a hell-like place to you. I didn't pull you in to save myself from suffering. .It's just...do you understand that sometimes you see signs and believe that destiny really exists? I believe that all paths are arranged, no matter how hard you struggle and refuse, it will eventually come in an unexpected way. But It’s useless to say that now.”

He sighed, "I'm not going to say 'you have to be the Reticent' thing to you anymore. You don't have to feel like you have to. Just let it be and we'll move on." Revenge and missions, just like before... If you want to leave, then you can go anytime, and I will never pester you. If you are willing to let me stay, of course I am very happy... What do you think?"

How else? thought Giuliano. Enzo has already compromised so humbly, how can he still refuse? Besides, isn't this exactly the result he expected? They each take a step back, put aside their differences, and repair their relationship until it's back to normal. After the revenge plan is completed, Giuliano can go wherever he wants, and there is no need to wear a mask all his life. And Enzo promised that as long as he wanted, he would stay by his side. This promise has no time limit. Could there be a better result than this?

He nodded in agreement. Although there is still a little grudge in his heart, it does not constitute any hindrance to him.

"What about the third thing?" he asked quietly.

Enzo moved closer silently.

"The third thing..." His words turned into a whisper, "I want to **** you."

Giuliano's eyes widened.

"You're always walking up and down in front of me and I can't touch you. I can't take it anymore."

"You... what's going on in your head?!"

Enzo suddenly hugged his waist, carried him on his shoulders, turned and walked towards the big bed in the room.

"Don't you have a dagger in your hand?" he said loudly. "If you don't want to stab me, I won't fight back!"

What a joke! It's shameless! You just reconciled with him in a low voice, and you're going to make progress right away? This kind of promise is useless at all! Could he really have the heart to do it? !

"let me go!"

Enzo threw him on the bed. Giuliano rolled and crawled back on the soft bed, pointing the gleaming dagger at Enzo's throat. "Don't come!" he said, but his tone was not threatening, it sounded more like some kind of bedtime tease.

"Aren't you not angry anymore?"

"Who told you that?!"

Giuliano retreated to the head of the bed, and there was no way to retreat. Enzo climbed onto the bed, grabbed his ankle with his left hand, pulled his legs away, and pressed the thing between his legs with his right hand unceremoniously.

"It told me."

Giuliano flushed. This happens every time! he thought angrily. Every time they had a conflict, Enzo would use his charm (which he was best at) and have a fling with him, as if this would resolve all grievances. But I have to admit that he is very fond of this set. Enzo had recognized his point a long time ago, so he dared to be so greedy.

"Believe it or not, I cut your thing off?!" Giuliano gritted his teeth.

"Just try, I won't fight back." Enzo's mouth curved upwards, his hands kept moving, and he quickly pulled off Giuliano's pants, "But if you cut it, who will hurt you?"

He ducked his head and took Giuliano's thing in his mouth. Giuliano threw his head back, and a moan escaped from his throat. He rarely enjoys this kind of treatment, and he has always taken the initiative to serve the assassins. Now that Enzo was willing to offer him oral sex, he was really in a dilemma: he was reluctant to do it, and he was even less willing to give up such a wonderful experience.

Enzo slowly swallowed his cock, soft lips and moist mouth wrapped around him. He was hardened quickly, completely unable to resist the extreme pleasure. The head of his erect **** pressed against Enzo's throat, and he seemed to be going deeper. His legs trembled from the comfort, and his muscles even spasmed a little.

It feels so good. He thought wildly. When he was serving Enzo, was he also so comfortable? If Enzo asked him to do this in the future, he would definitely not refuse like before. He was willing to let Enzo enjoy it.

He grabbed a strand of Enzo's hair, not daring to use more force, but could only tightly hold onto the smooth strand of hair, like grabbing a life-saving straw. He should have warned Enzo in advance that he was about to come, but the pleasure of rushing to the top of his head made him forget about it completely.

He **** directly, his waist straightened up, and he shot all the **** in Enzo's mouth. He seemed to call out, but he didn't seem to. A certain string in his brain seemed to be blown by pleasure, making him unable to control his behavior.

The limp **** slid out of his mouth. Enzo propped up his body, spit the **** in his mouth on the palm of his hand, and then wiped it on Giuliano's back hole for lubrication. The **** was familiar with his caresses, so he inserted **** easily, sending the **** and saliva deeper. He put **** together, and pushed and inserted in the tight tunnel. From time to time, his fingertips touched the sensitive spots on the inner wall, stimulating the cavity wall to secrete streams of transparent liquid.

Giuliano spread his legs, weakly allowing Enzo to finger **** himself. Enzo stirred his insides, squeezing and grinding inside, widening his opening, allowing him to accommodate the behemoth that was about to enter. Rarely has Enzo been so patient and has done so much foreplay. More often than not, Giuliano couldn't help it when he teased a few times at random. To some extent, this is also for the good of Giuliano. His apprentice loved his touch, and if he'd been so patient, Giuliano would have **** before he got in, and then he'd have no energy for more love. It's better to make a quick decision.

"Well... you... hurry up..." Giuliano urged.

Enzo tilted his head, his long hair slid from his shoulders to his chest. He swung them back behind his back, adding a third finger inside Giuliano. The acupuncture point was red and swollen from his pressure, and the lewd fluid secreted inside moistened the tight muscles so that they shone brightly. Enzo's fingers were still penetrating, and the three fingers filled the back hole. He imitated the thrusting motion of his penis, pushing hard in and out of the hole. Giuliano was **** hard again, and the thing wobbled as Enzo thrust. He subconsciously touched his penis, but was slapped away by Enzo.

"Don't touch it. I'll make you comfortable."

Giuliano arched his body, and suddenly found that the dagger was no longer in his hand. He fumbled in a panic, and finally found the dagger by his side. The cold metal made his will clear up a little. what is he doing Why would it fall inexplicably? Could it be that he is so lecherous that Enzo can burn him with a few random touches and forget everything?

He raised his dagger and pointed at Enzo again: "Why?"

Enzo's hands kept moving, and he continued to thrust into his pussy. "what why?"

"Why do you...do this kind of thing with me?"

To calm him down? To make up for their relationship? Giuliano has been a little skeptical until now, what does Enzo think of him? Do you treat him as a natural reward, or a sexual tool that can be used at will, or have no feelings for him at all, just because "lust" is also a norm of behavior for a silent person, so he has to do it?

Enzo pulled out his fingers, unbuttoned his pants, and pressed his stiff **** against the hole: "I like you and want to make out with you. Do you need another reason?"

He stepped in.

Giuliano arched his back. The most secret and softest part of the lower body was pierced in an instant, and Enzo's **** stretched out the hole, reaching the deepest part of his body. The small hole that has been opened up did not resist at all, and obediently accommodated the behemoth. The sensitive flesh wall wraps around the huge foreign object and **** it tightly. Giuliano chattered his teeth and almost bit his tongue.

He could feel Enzo's shape as he was wrapped tightly around him, he could feel the hard head, the veined shaft and the **** against his perineum. The pubic hairs made him sore and itchy. Enzo lifted his thighs, raising his hips to better accommodate the hard cock. He knelt between Giuliano's **** and pumped hard. The transparent liquid splashed everywhere and wet the sheets. The sound of sticky water kept ringing from the lower body, accompanied by the obscene sound of body slapping.

Giuliano accepted Enzo's impact, and his legs involuntarily hooked around the assassin's waist so that they could stick closer. He squinted his eyes, his eyelashes were wet with physical tears, and his eye circles were red, making him look like he had cried.

"You...say it again..." he muttered staccatoly.

"I like you and want to make out with you."

"Say it again!"

Enzo grinned: "Insecure little thing."

He pressed down on Giuliano, aiming the dagger squarely at his neck. "Put the dagger away and let me kiss you."

Giuliano sniffed: "You've already kissed."

"Let me kiss you, and then I'll talk."

"What do you think this is... a quid pro quo?"

Enzo withdrew his cock, and plunged it in hard. "Don't want me to kiss you? Don't you like me?"

Giuliano let go of the dagger. Enzo leaned down and took his lips. His kiss was very shallow, not the kind of thick and lewd kiss, but like a superficial kiss, the four lips were brought together, and then slowly separated, without any lust, but it could arouse the deepest tenderness in the heart.

"You're so stupid. Why do you think I don't like you?" Enzo said hoarsely.

He rested his hands on either side of Giuliano's head, his blond hair hanging down his cheeks. Enzo's face was flushed, pink from the ears to his neck, obviously intoxicated with passion, and the majestic **** below further confirmed this.

Giuliano covered his eyes to hide the tears that were falling.

"But you never said..."

"I don't think it's necessary to talk about this kind of thing for three days or two days."

"Is it true? You didn't lie?"

Enzo pulled out the holy emblem from his neckline. Giuliano growled: "Don't touch it! Don't rely on it to speak, I want to listen to your heart!"

Enzo stopped moving. He looked troubled.

Giuliano grabbed his hair and forced him to look down: "Look in my eyes! Be honest with me!"

Enzo's gray eyes turned to Giuliano. He opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak, then took off the holy emblem and solemnly put it aside.

He lowered his head again, his lips about to touch Giuliano's.

"I'm telling the truth." His voice was as soft as a whisper, "I like you."

Giuliano sobbed and hugged Enzo's neck tightly. The assassin buried his head in his neck, kissing his neck intermittently. He shoots quickly. The overfilled **** spilled out of the hole, making a mess of the sheets and the clothes they hadn't had time to remove. Giuliano was too tired to move his clothes. Enzo lay on top of him, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Giuliano pushed him. "Aren't you going to sleep on the other bed?" Ever since they stayed in the Silver Seagull Hotel, Enzo always went to sleep on the other bed after making love, and woke up early the next morning to make the bed even and tidy. Doesn't look like she's been asleep. He once said that he was not used to sharing the bed with others, because he could not trust each other, and if he insisted on lying together, he would suffer from insomnia.

"You're stupid. Stupid and stupid," Enzo grumbled, turning over, with his back toward Giuliano.

If he stabbed him now, Enzo would definitely not be able to react in time.

But he still kept his back to himself.

Giuliano moved closer to him, shaking his shoulders slightly. Enzo didn't respond, his breathing was regular and steady, and he was already asleep.

"At least...take off your clothes!"

Giuliano ripped off the messy clothes and trousers from Enzo, threw them on the ground, and took off his own. He pulled up the quilt to cover their bodies, hugged Enzo from behind, and rubbed gently.

It was the first time they had slept in the same bed. No more words are needed. He understood Enzo's intentions.

He also fell asleep quickly, with tears and smiles.