Bridal Stain
Go back to doing it

Before Grey finished his words, Vishnu first silenced his wife's mouth with his lips. Making Grey instantly silent without twitching in the slightest.

Vishnu drew Grey's body into his arms. Grey still held his breath, he did not want to return Vishnu's kiss, as much as possible he held himself so that he did not fall asleep with the touch of his husband. And of course Grey wanted to reject the words of her husband earlier, who said that he liked her touch.

“Breathe, stupid!” vishnu shouted in between their kisses.

Vishnu then let go of his kiss slowly. Slowly the two of them opened their eyes.

“Mas, a-I was just be—”

“Don't blame me Grey. You lured me first, and now that you have to accept the consequences, you must accept punishment from me!” vishnu exclaims slowly but full of emphasis.

Vishnu immediately dribbled Grey's body and dropped it on the soft mattress, making the red rose petals scattered there instantly disintegrate irregularly. Grey actually felt afraid when he saw Vishnu's full of longing gaze on him.

“Mas, but I ‘kan—”

Again, Grey's speech stopped because of Vishnu. Looks like the man didn't just punish Grey for fishing his bravery. However, it is Vishnu himself who feels opium with Grey's body.

Vishnu began to remove the veil wrapped in Grey's head, then threw it in any direction. Now he starts sniffing Grey's neck, sucking on it and giving off a lot of kiss mark marks there. Now his hands are spoiled, peeling into the sweatshirt Grey uses. He knows what he can play with his hands. Playing at the top of the mountain, then down to the bottom, meet the valley that turned out to be wet.

The moonlight was out there, looking inside the room with the window curtain exposed by the wind. The night air is so cold pierced in the pores of the body, as if no effect for two people who are now busy playing on the bed there.

The walls of the room can only be a silent witness to the struggle of a married couple who are enjoying the peak of world heaven. The two return each other's touch, pampering each other, though the heart refuses to acknowledge its comfort.

And as the moon sank into the darkness of the clouds, there was a groan and a loud crack that sounded in unison. Now, the two have released each other's pleasure, to the peak that makes them opium to do it again. And in the end, the room was again quiet, because the two men, now exhausted after wrestling for approximately 80 minutes.

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The clock is six in the morning. Because of fatigue over the actuality of last night, Grey just woke up from his sleep. He sat down and looked at Vishnu who was still sleeping beside him.

He flicked his disheveled hair back. He rubbed his face violently, again he could not control his defensive fortress. And coming back has to feel something that will likely someday make her miss that touch again.

“Why should it happen again anyway? How can I admit it, if I actually like all the touches?” his mind is ashamed. Then Grey hurriedly went to the bathroom to clean himself for a junub bath.

Now it is Vishnu's turn to wake up, because he heard the sound of water pouring from the bathroom there. He squirmed his body, stretching out his sturdy muscles that he had used all night to satisfy Grey.

“Sial! I can't stay away from him anymore, Argh!” Vishnu ruffled his hair in annoyance. Then he picked up his pants scattered on the side of the bed and put them on.

Suddenly, the bell rang. “Huh, humiliating. Where the honeymoon decorations are disheveled again,” murmured. Vishnu thinks that the person who rang the doorbell of his room is the janitor of this hotel.

With his chest still bare, only wearing a bokser, Vishnu stepped lazily to open the door.

But something surprising happened. When he managed to open the door, it turned out that the person who knocked on the door was not a janitor, but his own parents were Papa Cakra and Shindy's mother.

“Papa, Mom!” pekik surprised.

Shindy and Cakra were no less surprised when they saw the appearance of his eldest son who was still disheveled, even they were surprised when they saw Vishnu who only used short bokser on the knee.

However, the review of a smile full of satisfaction was painted on the middle-aged man's face. Cakra seemed happy to see Vishnu like that. Surely Cakra understood once for what situation his son had passed.

“Visnu, you ... just woke up?” shindy asked in surprise.

“Hehe, i-iya, Ma,” replied Vishnu embarrassed.

“Cie.. Papa's son turned out to be big yes. It's not in vain Papa chose this room for you and Grey. Then Papa wait for you in the coffee shop yes, you guys get ready first .. relax do not have to rush,” said Cakra to Vishnu as if there is a special purpose behind the gaze of his eyes.

Vishnu nodded in embarrassment while scratching his non-itchy shoulders. Then when Cakra and Shindy left, Vishnu hurriedly closed the door of his room tightly.

“Shameful! I can perform like this in front of papa sama mama,” regret.

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Seriate...

Well, Bang Vishnu was very shy huh hihi.