Leaning Sweet Me
The Royal Suite Room for MP

Beware of restricted areas, the author is not responsible for all sorts of mind😂

Everyone returned home including relatives, invited guests and all of Arya's business associates. The party is over, but a new chapter in Farrel and Metta's life is just about to begin.

They walked hand in hand, throwing smiles marked with happiness at each other. The grip of the hand was getting tight, but their heartbeats were actually equally flogging, like a war drum that was always getting louder.

They get into the elevator that will take them to the place where they will spend the end of the night together. Still with each other throwing smiles, with thoughts that bawang buana somewhere, somewhere,

What to do after this, shower first, or eat. If you eat it already, take a shower first. Then...? Mettas.

I'm going to exhaust the excruciating curiosity, that stupid dream will come true. Farley.

Until the two began to look at the flashing elevator numbers above the door, the flashing numbers had already passed.

"Darling why?" asked Farrel who felt that the hand he was holding was getting warmer and sweaty.

"It's okay, why?"

"Your hands are wet, you're panicking?" Said Farrel with eyebrows that went up and down.

Metta threw away his face with slightly curved lips. "What the hell...."

The elevator went quiet

They look up at the door again, until 1 floor again they will arrive. Look at each other and throw a smile back.

Silent

The closer to the room that will be occupied, the more they experience sudden panic attacks, my God.

Ting

The elevator doors opened, they were walking slowly. When the hotel maid greeted them, congratulated the wedding and others as a service given to the residents of the Royal suite at the hotel.

"Congratulations on your marriage" said one of those in the most different uniforms. While the others nodded with both hands cupped to the chest.

The waiter led them to the front door, attached a key card and opened it.

"Please, and here's the key" he said, handing Farrel the card.

"Thank you" said Farrel, giving tips to him. The man nodded and went out and closed the door.

The two of them looked back at each other, Metta quickly threw away her face and opted for a room tour, while Farrel scratched his nape.

"I want to take a shower first." she said by passing to the bathroom.

Metta who did not hear Farrel was walking, circulating both of his black beads throughout the luxurious room she had just seen this time.

Royal Suite room, the most fully equipped hotel room, separate rooms and living room and kitchen and mini bar.

This is my whole house.his mind is talking.

Passing through the room to the other room, God, there's even a private pool.

Metta repeatedly amazed, he turned to the room, a king-size bed full of red roses on it, the gurgling of water was heard in the corner of the room.

Farrel was taking a bath, making Metta's heartbeat rumble many times over, he turned his body about to come out, coinciding with the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"Sister, you want to take a shower now? The hot water I'll prepare." said Farrel.

Metta turned her body back to face Farrel.

Glug

Metta swallowed the saliva, looking bashfully at Farrel's body which was only wrapped in a towel limited to the waist, a stocky body with muscles that made his heart rhythmic. Not to forget the boxes of cubes in the area of the stomach, which he just saw this time.

"My-I, y-yeah of course I want to take a shower!" metta

Walking closer to the bathroom, while Farrel who was still in front of the bathroom put a smile that immediately unsheathed his lips. Oh gosh.

Metta entered the bathroom which was the same area as the kitchen in his house, with a bathtube filled with warm water and the aroma of soothing therapy, he sat on the edge of the bathtube to check the heat by slipping his hand.

"Darling," she faintly heard a voice calling out to him.

Metta turned off the water, but there was no sound. "Gosh, this bathroom scares me." she murmured.

"Darling...."

There was another voice calling out to him.

because he was not used to it, and also felt afraid that he would quickly complete his cleaning ritual, but even confusion afterwards, because there were no towels or other objects, other than the dress he was wearing before.

Oh, my God, how could I go back out in that dress again..

While Farrel knocked back the bathroom, because Metta was not coming out too. "Darling, you forgot your towel!" then chuckle.

"Death to me, it turns out that he called, meaning the voices that were just now are really real" he murmured.

Metta opened the bathroom door hesitantly, hiding behind the door by opening a very small gap and reaching out her hand, reaching for the towel from Farrel's hand.

Farrel chuckled at Metta's hand but then swallowed the saliva as he looked at her white shoulder.

"That's a whiff of the towel!" metta said with a gush of her face.

Farrell again chuckled, "Nih,"

"Ih, spit don't mess around! I'm cold, already,"

"Don't you want me to go inside and warm up?" Farrel chuckled again.

"Jeez El come on, towel thing! Long time like this." he muttered.

Farrel approached the door and handed him a towel, but when Metta grabbed him, Farrel stepped forward and peeked at his cheek.

Cup

Then he chuckled and left, but even Metta who gasped just shook her head, then closed the door again.

Soon he came out, but Farrel was not there, making him free to change clothes. Then he went out and saw Farrel sitting down.

"Darling is done?" Metta nodded.

Before long a knock from his bedroom door, Farrel opened it and a waiter walked in pushing a troly full of food.

After giving tips, he closed the door and pulled the trio closer to the sofa, while Metta just silently observed Farrel's movements.

"Why?"

Metta shook her head."No. whoa...."

"We'll eat first."

Finally they both ate, occasionally Metta glanced at Farrel who was just silent, eating quietly and not as well as usual. He also returned to eating.

Silent

Farrel is actually misbehaving, he doesn't know what to do after this. Take a shower, have dinner what? God, do I have to find out through social media.

He walked into the kitchen and picked up a glass, filled it with water and sat back down. Metta scrunched his forehead.

"El, why bring some more drinking water, is this there?" he pointed to the 2 bottles of minerals the waiter had brought.

"Ah yes, I forgot dear, then she went back to the kitchen and threw water in the glass. Then breathe out his breath slowly.

Then open the fridge and look at the fruits there are apples and oranges, "Darling you want apples or oranges?"

"Apple it."

Farrell then took the fruit and sat down, "You want to cut it?"

"Later on...."

Farrel nodded, but he grabbed the knife and cut the apple. While Metta was astonished by his suddenly changed attitude.

"El why are you? You're fine." The question came back he repeated.

She panicked like me too. Inner Metta

Farrel just scratched his head, Ah, so stupid.

It's not as simple as my stupid dream, it's so hard, how to start?

Farrel is not like Metta who is good at pretending, he looks panicked to act like that.

"Sister...."

"He em."

"How about we sleep now." scratching his back head.

Metta swallowed the salivary with great difficulty, then nodded and immediately got up from his seat to coincide with Farrel who also got up until their knees clashed,

"Wcs...."

Metta grimaced at Farrel's hard knee, and again sat in his seat, as did Farrel who did not get up and immediately held Metta's knee.

"Sorry dear." she said with her hands on her knees.

Making Metta's clothes blurry, with her thighs now visible, white and smooth, Farrel simply swallowed the salivary many times until Metta realized and immediately justified her clothes back.

"It hurts?" Farrel massaged slowly.

Metta chuckled and shook his head "Udah is not, but your knees are hard."

His blood sighed violently, with a gentle massage on his knees, as did Farrel. They looked at each other, and no matter who started it first they were now grasping each other's sense of taste, soft and even so soft.

Slowly Farrel clasped Metta's nape deeper and deeper, it was the natural sensors in his body that worked, without thinking about logic centered on reason. The process of learning without material, flowing just beat all his stupid behavior.

The longer the deeper, exchanging saliva and entangling with the whole taste, the more heart beat along with the chatter that creates a rhythm so beautiful. Thousands of angels congratulated and prayed for them.

Farrel lifts Metta's body, takes her to the room without releasing her link, while Metta puts her hand around her neck.

He laid Metta down slowly on the bed, combed her face with his lips gently, down on the neck which made Metta moan and mere mas her hair gently

Aaaahhhkkk

A beautiful whimper just escaped, as Farrel began combing his neck with a slight sign of possession. Which makes something down there tickle even more violently.

Now that he was getting down, resting on one hand, Farrel slowly opened Metta's nightgown, until the smooth white chest just opened, hesitantly moving his hand down, and, then he looked at Metta as if asking for permission.

Metta nodded, until she returned to action, combing the curves of the body with a gentle kiss. Unsatisfied playing on his two round objects, Farrel went down his flat stomach, giving kisses that made his blood boil.

Farrel continued to give soft touches that made him float, bobbing between the height of the horizon, Farrel took off his shirt and threw it away, until the curve of the smooth body was real, just like his dream had been.

Aaaahhhkkk

Metta again moaned, as Farrel smacked his round object, and twisted the end of the round object next to him. Mere mas is so soft, it floated back. Metta's hands went down Farrel's back, they clenched each other.

Farrel took off his clothes and threw them as well, Metta chuckled but it didn't last long, as something hard pressed down on his stomach, leaving him shocked yet curious to see it, Farrel smiled and turned back to his lips deeper, pressing his nape until the sound of crunching from the two chewy objects echoed throughout the room.

Metta groaned, and then exchanged blows that whack more intense, slowly but surely Farrel's hand more and more shrewdly moved to and fro, making Metta's body heat up, as well as his body, the hand went down, and, walk down the crown gate and begin to gently touch it.

Time and again Metta groaned, moaning with his body pounding, the two black beads continued to follow the movements of Farrel with a squeeze on his increasingly hardened hair.

Until finally Farrel directs his hard object to where it should be, slowly but surely the hard object is slipping in. Tear the thin layer that protects it, and slowly but surely the crown becomes his.

Aaaahhhhkkk

The two now groaned, smacking the various flavors inside, Metta grimaced. Slowly the corner of his eye poked.

"Is this sick?" farrel whispered with a heavy voice.

Metta nodded but smiled, "A little."

"Have we just stopped?" still with groaning and hoarse voice.

Metta who was under his cage shook his head, "Aaahkkkk ..mmmp."

"Are you sure, baby? Aaaahhhhkkk.

"Hmmm.aaahh."

Farrel's getting moving, "Say if it hurts,"

Metta nodded, "Pe.pelan aaahh"