【Chenghua】Try love

"Drink water? I still have a few bottles of pure water here," Kakyoin put the sketchpad aside, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle and threw it to Jotaro Kujo.He found that there were still two boxes of cheese tarts in the refrigerator. He remembered that they had brought them back from the supermarket two days ago. The remaining tomatoes and cheese probably couldn't be taken away.Freeze-dried vegetables and rice balls should also be packaged and thrown into the trash can. Although it is a pity, there is no way. Life is to throw away old items and unusable things all the time.

Like the joy of taking change out of old clothes, because the fine weather swept away the smog in his heart, the man who was about to move out of here felt a lot easier, and he gave Jotaro one.

The man frowned and stared at the small cake in his hand. The cold air on the wrapping paper quickly melted into water droplets in the warm sunlight, and all the wet water stains stuck to his fingers, which was icy cold.

He doesn't like desserts. Judging from Kakyoin's proud expression, he likes this kind of sweet and soft cheese very much, so Mr. Jotaro silently put away his two thick eyebrows that were furrowed, and looked at the place where he lived.

The windows are well lit, the room and the living room are small, and there are very few things in Kakyo-in, except for the painting utensils that take up most of the area, it was originally small and clean.After tidying up, the vacated house is dark and looks like it can eat people.He was suddenly reluctant to stay here, because Kakyoin had lived here for a long time, the air and the ground were the breath of his life, and every inch of man-eating space was the trace of a man's daily life. He thought of him sleeping on this bed and brushing his teeth here , playing games with the desk lamp on at night, and drawing pictures outside the window, he is such a lonely person.

Mr. Jotaro wanted to give him a home, the two of them, so that Kakyoin would not feel lonely.

Kujo Jotaro didn't know what he didn't say, and it might not be completely ignorant.Marriage is such a process, they have to embed each other into their lives little by little, like the vow he made when he put on the ring for Kakyoin, regardless of poverty, wealth, disease, or health.

When he took him away, Omega looked back reluctantly, "Goodbye," he whispered.

How could there be such a lovely person as Kakyoin Noriaki in the world.

He packed some of the suitcases he had brought with him, and Mr. Jotaro made dinner in the kitchen.

Kakyoin opened the refrigerator casually, and saw a neat row of small boxes in the freezer. Each fresh-keeping box had stickers with numbers on the side, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.Open and store simple food ingredients.He quickly understood that this was the daily bento material of the single Dr. Kujo.Even the empty spaces are packed full of fresh cherry tomatoes and kale.So serious, Kakyoin said with emotion.

Really worthy of Dr. Kujo.

Kujo Jotaro, who received the award without knowing it, was washing arugula and lettuce, and slicing them into slices, green and watery.He took a stack of green vegetables out of the sink, and Kakyoin stuffed the cherry tomatoes in his mouth, stopping Kujo Jotaro from cutting off their snow-white roots.

"Mr. Jotaro, wait a minute!"

Kakyoin took out a green vegetable leaf, and he glanced at Jotaro Kujo, "This way." He put the vegetable leaf upside down in the palm of his hand, and peeled a thin blue silk thread from the fat stalk, "Tear off here , the dishes made will be more delicious.”

"Although the difference in taste is very small, I promise you will like it."

"I didn't expect you to do these things." Mr. Jotaro listened carefully to Kakyoin's instruction, and the two slowly pulled out the rough stems from the vegetable leaves.

"It's not me. When I was young, I lived at my grandma's house. She would do this when she cooked vegetables." Hua Jingyuan stood with him and put the washed white and tender cabbage together. "Grandma said, cooking is not very easy. Difficult things, everyone's taste is different. It's in these little things."

"Grandma's cooking is the best."

"I want to try it if I have a chance," Kujo Jotaro handed him the knife.

"Then you have no chance. Grandma passed away very early." Kakyoin slowly chopped the vegetables.

"Feel sorry."

"There's no need to say sorry for this kind of thing," Kakyoin raised her head and smiled at him. "She was a very gentle person before she was alive, and she died peacefully. Grandma said that death is not a body buried in the ground, but a new life. So No need to be sad, just remember."

"Speaking of which, what is Mr. Jotaro going to do for dinner? Let's go together." He turned his head to look at Jotaro Kujo, and raised his neck slightly.

"Mr. Jotaro? Looking at me like this, is there something on my face?" Mr. Jotaro's eyes were straight, as if in a trance, and he stared at Kakyoin's forehead again.So Omega quietly stepped up to meet him at eye level.

Kujo Jotaro lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Caught off guard, the corners of Kakyoin's eyes turned red again, what was he doing, and why did he attack suddenly every time.

"I was wondering if I saved the Milky Way in my previous life." Mr. Jotaro truthfully delivered his acceptance speech.

It turned out that the dinner was arranged by Kakyoin alone, and Mr. Jotaro was only in charge of laying the hands, cleaning the vegetables, and stirring the eggs.

It was the first time for him to taste the food cooked by Kakyoin, and the taste was much better than he expected. It was probably the first time he met Omega, who looked like a young student who didn’t know much about the world. In his eyes, Kakyoin was classified as beautiful. The cute ones need to be cherished and protected.

He saw him painting, saw him cooking, his careful and focused demeanor, and his little tail raised in contentment, all let Kujo Jotaro see the secret and beautiful talent of a man.He is not the flawed, impoverished and lonely person that Kujo Jotaro thought, his heart is soft and full.

"Actually, it's very troublesome to make fried vegetables. I usually don't know how to do it alone. Mr. Jotaro said that he wanted to try the rice cooked by grandma, so he tried to make it once. How is it? The taste is not bad, right?" Kakyoin half-closed his eyes He asked with a smile on his eyes.

"It's delicious." Mr. Jotaro commented.

And a little cunning.

It's a headache to fill up a room with wedding presents.

Most of them were sent by Mr. Jotaro's friends. The large and small boxes, colorful packaging, and exquisite bows will soon be used up the seller's sales for a week, Kakyoin secretly guessed.Although Mr. Jotaro is an unsmiling person, he looks old-fashioned and serious, but his masculine charm is undeniable. He has a handsome face that both men and gods hate. Even Kakyoin was dazed by the man's handsome facial features when they met for the first time.

It's better not to tell Mr. Jotaro about this, it's too embarrassing.

It was too troublesome to unpack and pack the bags one by one, so Kakyoin discussed with him that it would be better to wait until the daytime to finish it.

Mr. Jotaro's house is a typical Japanese house.Very beautiful room furnishings, although it is dark mouse gray and rabbit gray, it is still pleasing to the eye, with a unique sense of calm and tranquility.The feeling of resting in the new house for the first time is strange. After taking a shower, Kakyoin found that the bruised and purple scars on the heels of the legs did not fade away. The pieces were like matcha bread hidden under the white and tender skin, wrapped in whipped cream. Human color, plump and tender, the skin will break when you lick it, and green juice will flow out, as if inviting someone to taste it.How can it be so erotic.

Kakyoin felt very distressed, and Mr. Jotaro put the ointment aside.

Alpha kindly stopped by the pharmacy on his way home in the afternoon.

The pharmacist asked, "If you look directly at the wound, you will get a better targeted ointment. If it is convenient, please come here with me."

Kakyoin's face turned red immediately, "It's not very serious..."

"It's a knee, I accidentally injured it," Mr. Jotaro covered it for him, "I'm sorry, we have something urgent."

The same is true for the waist, Mr. Jotaro's strength is too great, pinching his waist and pushing him hard, it is a posture that makes people die, and makes people curl up their toes comfortably, and there is nowhere to hide the pleasure.

He blushed and his heart beat, he wouldn't do that kind of thing again tonight.

After washing up in front of the mirror, I also washed my face several times with cold water to wash away the blush from the corners of my eyes and side face.

The wet night was starless and overcast.

He slept with Mr. Jotaro, and thought of many things restlessly, thinking of the first time he traveled far away, he was sleeping alone on a strange bed.Kakyoin couldn't sleep peacefully. It was winter at that time, and on snowy nights, it seemed that all places with moisture were freezing. The grass leaves were covered with frost, and the moisture he breathed turned into tiny ice beads.

I don't know what it's like to stay with Mr. Jotaro in winter. From now on, they are not alone, and the one who sleeps next to his pillow is his lover with intertwined fingers.

There was a sound from the room outside. It seemed that something had fallen. The sound was very light, and it seemed to be his illusion.Mr. Jotaro, did you hear that?

Before they fell asleep, Mr. Jotaro read a book for a while. It was a book in the original Russian language with the cover of the ocean.Kakyoin is not very familiar with Russian, so he can barely recognize a book related to marine life, and the remaining complex vocabulary is a bastard for him.

There was a small lamp by the bedside. Mr. Jotaro sat down after taking a shower. It was around 10:30. After a busy day today, Kakyoin felt very tired.In addition to the tossing all night yesterday, his waist has been sore all the time.

Mr. Jotaro stroked his hair, "Tired?"

"A little bit," Kakyoin lay beside him thinking about her sore waist.

"Is the waist still uncomfortable?" Mr. Jotaro's hand gently stroked his thin waist under the soft quilt. Through the soft pajamas, the man's slender fingers were still rough and warm, and his fingertips ran across his flat waist. The lower abdomen, holding his waist, did not use too much force.

"It's still a little sour." Hua Jingyuan said in a low voice, he didn't have the idea of ​​begging for mercy from the man, so he said it out because it was strange.

Mr. Jotaro smiled, "May I rub it for you?"

"I can do it myself—"

Alpha interrupted him, instead of using his mouth, he turned his body sideways, wrapped one hand around Kakyoin's waist and hugged him loosely, and put the other hand on his uninjured skin to gently press, fingertips Knead his stiff muscles in circular motions.

"Will it be too heavy?" It was also the first time for Kujo Jotaro to do this kind of thing for others. He didn't know how much strength the massage would take. In his eyes, the strength that omega could bear was like a weak rabbit.Not only were they naturally thin and weak, but Kakyoin always kept a distance from him, like a transparent glass, unable to touch this person's heart.He wanted to break down this flimsy wall.

"Mr. Jotaro, you can use a little more force." Obviously the pajamas are not very thin, the cracked calluses on the man's fingertips rubbed against Kakyoin's flesh and itched, and his strength was light, like a cat's claw scratching his waist.

"it is good."

After eleven o'clock, Kakyoin felt sleepy.Probably Mr. Jotaro's massage techniques are so good that the sore muscles on his waist are numb and comfortable.

Autumn is the best season. Mr. Jotaro's bedroom is on the second floor, outside is a small Japanese-style garden, where green plants, cacti and artificial stones are planted in the dry soil.In the neighbor's yard, there was a maple tree stretching over. The fiery red leaves fell on the rugged gray-white rocks, and Huajingyuan smelled the withered breath on the fallen leaves.Summer is coming to an end after all, and it's pitch black outside.

This wedding, since he met Mr. Jotaro, has only been about a month before and after, and he has not had time to do many things.It's not very important to think about it carefully, compared with him.As if they had no clue, they came together in a daze.

They also slept together, Mr. Jotaro's body was very hot, and the weather was not too cool, with the residual heat of summer, slightly roasting the flesh on Kakyoin's back.

The lights were on all the time, and he couldn't sleep.Kakyoin knew that it had nothing to do with bright lights, it was his habit, and it would be like this in a new place.He had a faint expectation in his heart, what was it, for Mr. Jotaro or for himself, or for the two of them in the future.

Things at work have not been going well for the past month, maybe agreeing to Mr. Jotaro's proposal is just his original intention to change.

He turned over and rested his forehead on Jotaro-san's back.

I really envy Alpha's figure, he is tall and thin, his muscles are still hard, his chest is warm, hot, and soft. In fact, Kakyoin wants him to hug her.

"Can't sleep?" Kujo Jotaro felt like a squirrel pressed his forehead against the tree stump and burrowed twice, then he reached out and rubbed the top of the man's head.

Kakyoin buried her face in his pajamas, not embarrassed to say, "Mr. Jotaro's story is not over yet."

"Do you still want to hear it?"

Kujo Jotaro closed the original Russian book and put it aside, then stripped Kakyoin, held it in his arms, and told him the story of the pompous porcelain rabbit.

The weather in the morning was really not good, the clouds were overcast, it seemed to rain, and the wind was whimpering, so Huajingyuan had to close the doors and windows tightly.

"Mr. Jotaro, I made coffee, do you want sugar?" Omega, wearing a cherry apron, poked his head out from the door of the study and asked.

"One and a half." He raised his head from the computer. Under the red-haired man's low-necked sweater was a red cherry apron with a white background, which suited him very well. Kakyoin's face was white and small.

The coffee machine bought by Mr. Jotaro is difficult to clean, and the steam pressure is not enough to make good-looking milk froth. Kakyoin tried it a few times and the latte art was intermittent.This worried Omega, who had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The courier called, and Kakyoin was trying to scoop out the milk froth in Mr. Jotaro's cup.

"Wait a minute, please," Kakyoin hurriedly wiped the coffee stains off his fingers on his apron. He opened the door. It was the courier carrying a huge incubator. "Is this Mr. Kujo Jotaro's home?"

"Yes."

"You sign here, just write your name."

Kakyoin brought the huge incubator to the home. The outer layer is a thick glass cabinet, and it is impossible to see what is inside. There is a small round window in the middle with a clear glass surface.He squatted down to meet a pair of small green eyes.

"Hi." The little guy patted the window with his paw, as if greeting him.