[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

Song Yiran looked at Akashi Seijurou who was lying on his body, Akashi Seijuro seemed to feel the attention of the young man under him, his tightly pursed lips finally raised a small arc, and the corners of the lips of the rosy-haired boy rose slightly.

"Finally awake?"

Akashi Seijuro asked.

Song Yiran narrowed his eyes slightly, he tried to make a fist, and finally felt something was wrong.

Although Song Yiran doesn't like drinking very much, he knows very well that he is not an alcohol-sensitive physique. If he falls asleep to this point after just drinking so much alcohol, it is completely inconsistent with the vigilance that Song Yiran has cultivated long ago.

"what did you do to me?"

Even though he was somewhat awake consciously, the black-haired boy moved his fingers slightly, but he still felt a little sore in his body and couldn't control it.

Akashi Seijuro's cold fingers lightly brushed across Song Yiran's jade-like cheeks, his voice was a little low, "I just thought you would be fussy at this time, so I used something that can calm you down. "

There was a surprising blood in Akashi Seijuro's eyes, "After all, to some extent, maybe I really can't control you."

This sentence seems to be a compliment, but it has a bit of unspeakable irony, because judging from the current scene, Akashi Seijuro is half supported on top of Song Yiran, and Song Yiran's hands are tied with a tie. With a sense of compulsion.

Song Yiran's eyes narrowed slightly, but the alcoholism that had not completely faded had stained layers of blush at the end of his eyes, which looked like the sparkling water, which was endearing.

As if bewitched, Akashi Seijuro used the fingertips of his right hand to directly cover the end of his eyes.

"Did I tell you that you have beautiful eyes?"

The rosy-haired boy murmured, and under Song Yiran's incredulous eyes, he bent down in an extremely slow motion.

He held Song Yiran's chin like this, and attached his soft lips to the end of Song Yiran's eyes.

"Akashi-kun, what are you doing!?"

The black-haired boy's voice trembled a little.

"I do a lot of things without a reason. I just think about it and do it."

There was a very dangerous look in Akashi Seijuro's strange eyes, and his voice seemed so natural, just like the behavior just now, as casual as if he came at his fingertips.

The Akashi family that Akashi Seijuro belongs to is one of the top chaebols in Japan. As the sole heir, Akashi has enjoyed treatment far superior to others since he was a child. Except for the different ideas in his bones, his birth The environment also made him a bit more predatory than his peers.

——What he wants, as long as he reaches for it, he can get it.

——If he can't get it, then it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.

"Why... are you so sure? Everything in this world will not be as easy as you think."

Song Yiran said word by word.

Akashi Seijuro looked at his eyes that were as clear as drizzle in the mountains and forests, which made Akashi Seijuro feel inexplicably guilty, but a person like him has long been indifferent to these subtle feelings, and he put his hand on Song Yiran's chest. Rubbing gently on the neck, said slowly.

"Why can't I be sure? For me, there is nothing in this world that I can't get, and nothing can go against me."

"—Anyone who dares to disobey me, including my parents, must die."

Akashi Seijuro's voice cooled down.

"So." The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, as if some kind of fire was jumping in his eyes, "So are you using this method... to insult me?"

"Insult, how come?"

"—I want to monopolize you, but it's too late."

The voice of the rosy-haired boy slowly became soft and melted again, as if the image of the gloomy boy from before had disappeared all of a sudden.

"Exclusively... what do you mean by that?"

Song Yiran frowned and asked.

"Your talent, your talent, your appearance...everything about you is the treasure of this world."

Akashi Seijuro raised his eyebrows and said, "I appreciate you, just like those collectors appreciate the peerless treasures in the window, so I want to monopolize you, but-this is just a collector's mentality."

——What a strong and morbid thought this is...

It was the first time for Song Yiran to meet such a person. Although his appearance was relatively good and many people had confessed to him since he was young, he had never met anyone like Akashi.

Akashi Seijuro lowered his head again, licking Song Yiran's neck continuously.

——This is really a disgusting feeling.

- Disgusting, disgusting.

Song Yiran had never been in any relationship before, and because of that incident, he was indeed somewhat resistant to emotional matters.

It's just... Now that a handsome young man with a similar figure to him is holding Song Yiran's body continuously and doing things to Song Yiran that he can't bear, it's like opening a door to a new world for the black-haired young man.

He finally understood that what Akashi did was not a humiliation, but an expression of his heart, an act of wanting to vent his inner desire.

"Akashi Seijuro, are you serious?"

The voice of the black-haired boy formed a slightly distorted tone due to his own anger, which was transmitted to Akashi Seijuro's ears, and it was even more attractive. Compared with Song Yiran's clear and calm voice in the past, Akashi felt that he was now The voice, there is a desire that makes him want to continue to move.

The wet feeling on the eyelids made Song Yiran feel a little nauseous.

"Maybe."

Akashi Seijuro said indifferently, "I can confirm one thing now-this is definitely not my whim."

"—It can be said that I planned it for a long time."

The rosy-haired boy's smile deepened. He completely opened Song Yiran's loose collar, and slowly unbuttoned him from top to bottom.

Song Yiran kept panting, staring closely at Akashi Seijuro.

His expression was not as desperate as Akashi Seijuro expected, but it was more alluring than despair.

——Such an expression of unyielding and struggling is the most fascinating color.

Akashi Seijuro couldn't help coaxing, and said slowly, "Don't worry, it will start soon."

Akashi Seijuro lowered his head again, leaving a hickey on Song Yiran's neck, and even bit it deeply with his teeth.

Song Yiran's expression had become terribly dark.

"No one has told you, your skin is very fair, which is very suitable for leaving such a mark."

The rosy-haired boy gently caressed the tiny mark with his left hand, and he was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you haven't experienced similar things, have you? In other words, I am the first person to leave such a deep mark on you."

There was a kind of greed in Akashi Seijuro's eyes, "I really don't want it to fade away."

"If you continue to do it, I guarantee that one day you will regret it, Akashi Seijuro."

Song Yiran's voice seemed to be hidden under the ice, frozen in the high cold ground, and the emotions that were about to spew out under the ice kept surging.

"—I will definitely make you regret it."

Akashi Seijuro smiled indifferently. At this moment, he finally completely unbuttoned Song Yiran's shirt and took it off.Song Yiran's body line is very beautiful, with thin muscles, it looks extremely tight. Under the dim light, it seems to be a crime-inducing scene.

However, on this beautiful body was the hand of the rosy-haired boy, walking slightly.

The black-haired boy took a deep breath, and there was a glint of prey in his brows and eyes.

Song Yiran only had a pair of thin underwear all over his body.Because of Akashi's movements, Song Yiran felt that the skin surface of his upper body was irritated and trembled, but he knew very well that there was no way to change all of this.

——It was a sense of powerlessness that almost tortured him.

Akashi Seijuro lowered his body again, and finally set his lips on the slightly raised lips of the boy below him.

——This was the first time Akashi kissed each other when they were both awake.At such a close distance, he could see the boy's eyes that were almost completely flushed more clearly.

—He was about to fall in love with this feeling.

However, at the next moment, the black-haired boy lying under Akashi Seijuro shook off the tie that bound his hands, stretched out his left hand suddenly, grabbed Akashi Seijuro's neck, and threw them Song Yiran's position turned upside down all of a sudden, and Song Yiran pinned Akashi on the bed with his backhand, panting uncontrollably, obviously this action had exhausted him a lot of strength.

"Do it again if you have the ability, Akashi Seijuro."

The eyes of the black-haired boy seemed to be shrouded in layers of dark clouds.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Akashi [takes out the scissors and presses them on the author's waist]: Thanks for the benefits :), will there be more in the future?

Author Jun: Of course, rain and dew must be covered!

Akashi [reached deeper]

Author: ………emmmmm Don’t worry, you have the most benefits, they are all salted fish.