The DarkHole Laboratory

The story of Willow Troto 18

Hair is messy, he heard footsteps in the kitchen, surely Aunt Lomi has come, Willow thought.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself up. He wanted to go to the river in the middle of the forest.

It must be very refreshing, he will swim there in the afternoon. Willow came down the stairs smelling the aroma of cooking.

"For Bi" said Willow who approached the refrigerator in the dining room. He did not see the figure he greeted, taller, bongsor and brownish-skinned, with tattoos adorning his defiant back, not wearing the clothes.

"Can warm the milk in—" Willow approached, he stopped the swing of his leg, as the figure of Lomi's aunt was unlike Lomi's aunt.

Brown dorsal skin full of tribal tattoos, stood up, looked at him, then removed his knife, and took a bottle of milk from Willow's hand.

"Morning, your breakfast is soon ready" Willow was still in his place. Looking at the figure in front of him who was busy heating the milk for him.

"You wait at the dinner table" the figure shoved Willow's body with a glass with warm milk in his hand.

Pull out his chair and put the glass of milk in front of the woman who was still silent. Willow immediately regained consciousness.

"Where's aunt Lomi?" Cold asked. His eyes looked at the milk in front of him that was billowing a bit of smoke.

"I've comforted him for three days" said the figure who returned to struggle with the event cut him off.

"Then what are you doing here?" Hardik Willow's. What's wrong with this man, why at will manage his life.

Comfort Aunt Lomi, who's she doing that to!

Until now Willow did not realize if he lived under the supervision of Troto. Yes, that figure is a Troto figure. Troto pushed him away. And now what is this?

Willow is still busy with thoughts and waiting for Troto's answer.

"We have breakfast first" when sharp eyes.Willow unsheathed herself. He placed a plate of omelets and sandwiches as well as a bowl of hot soup. The whiff of the soup carried a delicious aroma on Willow's nose.

A loud voice from Willow's stomach, making the two of them stare at each other. Willow's eyes widened in panic, a red tinge running down his cheeks. Along with the corner of Troto's lips lifted. His crispy rarity fascinated Willow.

"Eat" he spoons the omelette into Willow's mouth, the woman is long silent, and Troto does not give up. Finally Willow opened his mouth, a spoonful of omelets entering his mouth, Willow chewed slowly. A savory taste spread throughout his mouth.

Troto waited, then fed another spoon to his mouth. Willow looked at the spoon and grabbed it.

"I can be alone" he devoured a voracious omelette, Troto patting the top of Willow's head.

He smiled shadyly. And sitting in front of Willow like last night at Lomi's.

Troto had finished his breakfast. "Now explain why you're here, and comfort Aunt Lomi as you please?" Said Willow putting down his spoon. The soup in the bowl was still a little.

He saw Troto had finished his breakfast, he could not wait for what reason the man would say about his presence in this house.

"I'm just helping him rest. As long as you stay he always comes and cleans this house" he said lightly.

"You who? Aunt Lomi works for me!" Hardik won't take Willow. Actually, he's not as disturbed as if Aunt Lomi's off. Willow unknowingly Troto's gaze cooled on him. 

But because that figure that there was no wind, no storm, suddenly came and did something strange. Like this time making breakfast for Willow.

"We're not that close, as if you could act as you please, we're just two strangers, you're ta—" Willow's words came to a halt.

Troto had silenced the mouth of the lady's carousel. With mouth. Troto just stuck his lips on Willow. He shortly retreated. Seeing no rejection from Willow. He reunited both of their lips. The man didn't like Willow's words.

The longer the *******, the longer the ******* that is the more demanding. Willow's hand, which was initially silent, crept up, one hand hugged Troto's neck and put his fingers on Troto's silvery thick hair.

Troto moaned, and deepened his kiss. Troto lifts Willow's body, making the woman who is leaking in Troto's kiss jump in Troto's sling.

Willow felt a longing. This is what he has been waiting for all this time. His waiting all this time on the figure of Troto. There were a lot of questions on his brain, but the warmth of tenderness that Troto gave him was lulled.

Willow's eyes are misty. He pulled the big body and again jumped on Troto's hug and*******Troto's lips he liked. They were hot on their beds.

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"Why?" Willow asked in a hoarse voice. They spend all day just in bed. They were still lying on the bed hugging each other.

"Why what?" Willow makes Troto's arm a pillow. The man stroked Willow's head.

"You pushed me away, and paired up with Shera. Why are you here?"

"I can't go home?" Said the man. Willow turned his body to face Troto.

"Go home?" Willow's eyebrow link looked deep. Troto stretched out his hand and rubbed the frown on Willow's forehead.

"Yes this is my house, baby" he was anxious to see Willow's surprised look, laughter heard from Troto.

"No way!" The screech.

"This is the house that Brxton rented first!" Continue with a high voice.

"Right, and he rented my house" Troto explained. "So all this time I've been living in your house" Troto nodded, pulling Willow back to lie down and into his arms and then pecking at her head. 

Willow according. "Then your relationship with Shera?" Willow played his finger in the tattoo on Troto's chest.

"I have nothing to do with him, I have canceled my engagement" Willow looked back at Troto's surprise. The first smile Williw caught from Troto's face.

And Troto raised his head stealing a kiss on Willow's lips. Then came back smiling to see Willow widen his eyes. 

"You sick?" Willow stretched out his hand against Troto's forehead. The man with an innocent look just shook his head.

"Don't your head stumble over something during the princess' rescue yesterday?" Troto shook his head again, Willow could not believe it. He grabbed his body and the head of Troto checked it.

"Nobody was hurt" he murmured.

"Indeed" He clasped Willow's hand and jerked towards him. Willow is intrigued and sits on Troto's lap.

"You're beautiful" Troto's hand stroked Willow's face, the other hand squeezed Willow's waist. Troto's gaze darkened. Willow understands. And back they were mutually *******. Gentle slowly turned into guiding and hot. Back they wrestled.

After a great struggle they fall back asleep, Troto is awakened by Willow's shrill belly. He stared at the sleeping face of his woman. He stroked with a chuckle. It feels like home.

"Darling, wake up, let me cook you" Troto whispered in Willow's ear. Disturbed look came out of Willow's lips, which re-engaged in Troto's warm embrace.

He pulls his hand, he's going to the bathroom. But Willow's embrace of his stomach could not be removed. The woman grabbed Troto even tighter.

"Come, you're not hungry, are you?" Troto sat back down waiting for Willow to release him. He rubbed Willow's head dearly, watching Willow with his smile.

Troto believes he will fight for Willow, no matter if he is not a nation, Willow has become his nation.

If he is demoted from his position to be a neighbor, it's okay. Even Troto is ready to leave Guapo. He had also thought of living in the outskirts of Phoenix Way with Willow.

"Let's wake up, baby"

Tbc.