Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 62

Aishe –

Not in love, but in bed, and comfortable like a couple.

Not love each other .. should I turn it into one-sided love? Because the first me fell unconscious, and now I can't stand.

After a night of moderate snowstorms in Istanbul, the sky now seems not to want to give sunlight space to warm its population. The temperature was still so cold even though the clock was already at ten.

Several offices were closed, including the headquarters of BIN and its branches. Because in addition to temperatures that are at minus 3 degrees, also the snow factor that accumulates on the streets and has not been cleaned. Not the government was unresponsive, but heavy snow still fell until 8 am.

Aishe and Diego are two of the million residents of Istanbul who are still hiding under the covers. It's just that some of the million are single, and the rest pair up and hug each other to warm up, including both brands.

But this time it was a little different, if it was usually Diego who hugged Aishe from behind. Now, it was Aishe who hugged Diego quite tightly.

Aaah warm .. I don't want to get up, don't want to work. I just want to enjoy this warmth.

Aishe had actually woken up a few minutes ago, but her eyes were too heavy to open, and her body was already comfortable in Diego's arms. Until suddenly, he realized that what he was hugging was a living and breathing human, not a bolster.

Without touching, he opened his eyes. Staring at Diego who had already woken up and was looking at him. Both of his cheeks slowly flushed like peach fruit out of embarrassment. For the sake of hiding it, he lowered his head, drowning his head in the man's arms.

"Please let me hide for a while" he said, enduring embarrassment.

"Hidden from what?" Diego himself did not mind, and instead tightened his hold. In fact, he rubbed Aishe's head.

"From you, Sir!"

"Do you think I'm creepy?"

"No. I-I'm just embarrassed!" Aishe was a little rebellious, wanting to escape, but Diego's embrace locked his hand. "Let me wash my face, sir!" he said he was still trying to escape.

"You keep talking to me formally at home and in bed. Your tongue isn't muddy?"

Kelu? Don't silly. You were his master from the beginning.

"Call my name!" he said a little loud.

Damnit damnit! I sound ridiculous.

Aishe swallowed his coarse saliva, and tried to call Diego's name. "Diego," he called her half nervous and trembling, afraid that the man holding her might pounce on her.

"Call me again!"

His mischievous hand quietly floated in from under the sleeping dress, then removed Aishe's underwear hook. "Come on, call me!"

"Di-e-go," called Aishe half-wiggling amusedly as Diego's mischievous hand continued to wiggle his sensitive waist.

"Call me again, honey. I like it" he whispered in Aishe's ear with his right hand still swaying the girl's body.

Tracing the curves of his body, down to feel the butt gental, until finally into the nest. "Call my name, in your slightly sighing mermaid voice."

Diego bit Aishe's flushed earlobe, along with his middle finger into a warm, slightly wet cave.

"Ah .. Di-ego …." Aishe wriggled, squeezed Diego's shirt, then bit his lower lip.

"I like it, honey. I really like it." Diego moved his finger in and out, his intonation slow, but the split second changed rapidly. Makes Aishe raise his head, feeling his oxytocin hormone rise to the top.

I like her too. Likes your every soft touch and sweet greeting. But I don't like it, because I'm in love with you!

The neck of his legs is shown, making the wolf that hugs him even hungrier. The 'funny' expression that was plastered clearly on the girl's face, especially as she cracked while biting on the lower lip, was quite evocative of Diego's appetite.

The man immediately lunged at him, enjoying every inch of Aishe's neckline. After being satisfied, he opened the rope knotted on his shoulder, sagging down and revealing two chewy and dense rations. Without excuse, he began to taste, lick, then sip gently.

The fingers that continued to spur, the lips that did not stop sipping, made Aishe continue to let out a free melt.

I hate falling in love with you, Die. I hate how I feel being out of control like this. In fact, despite having managed revenge, I have no power to leave your side.

You're like a psychotropic. Your every touch and sweet greeting, makes me opiate, makes me not far away for even a second. If it continues like this, I'll die horribly, Die. Then fall into hell, the hell of happiness that ends in destruction.

What do I do, Die?