Reunion in the New World [Zhuban Feiquan]

The two embraced each other, bumped and entangled back to the bedroom, and fell heavily on the bed.

"hiss--"

There was a pain on the spotted lip, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Tsk, I gritted my teeth.

Hashirama stood up, licked her teeth, apologetic, "Madara, I'm sorry, I, uh."

Madara grabbed Hashirama suddenly, turned over, sat on Hashirama, brushed the hair in front of him, revealing a delicate face, and pressed Hashirama's chest with one hand to prevent him from getting up.

Madara casually licked the blood off her mouth, raised her eyebrows, "Why do I apologize, my technique is not good?" He leaned over and bit Hashirama's lower lip.

The teeth bit the flesh fiercely, and the blood flowed freely.

Ban allows a mouthful of blood, and pokes in.

The smell of blood rushed into Hashirama's mouth.

Blood, pain.

Hashirama seemed to smell gunpowder smoke again. In that troubled world, the most indispensable thing was bloodshed and pain.Madara's movements were quite rough, and they made the kiss so tender and tender a literal meaning, but the two of them didn't care about the pain at all, instead they became more excited. It's full of tenderness.

Now they seem to have returned to the battlefield of fighting.

Madara, as expected, you are also nostalgic for that era...

The light red saliva slid down the corner of Hashirama's mouth following the fierce kiss.

Madara lifted her head slightly, her lips parted.

Both of them were flushed and their breathing was messy, but their intertwined eyes were full of each other.

No one spoke, and after looking at each other briefly, the two reached out to pick off each other's clothes in unison, simply and rudely.

Whatever you think about, you are a man, you can do it if you want, it doesn't matter, I love it, let alone that person is Hashirama.Madara tore off the button of Hashirama's clothes, feeling peaceful in her heart... no wonder!Hmm... undress, what's next?

Hashirama smiled, that's right, Madara has always been honest about what he believes, but he is hypocritical.At this time, Hashirama has left behind the detailed strategy that he dragged Toikama together before, what is the plan?Industry can save the country!

So the two people who were innocent and shy not long ago are now looking at each other naked, and what are they doing next, it's a bit awkward.

Hashirama looked at Madara sitting on him, his nose was a little itchy, his messy black hair was scattered on his fair skin, and his smooth but not muscular muscles looked even thinner after taking off his clothes, but this seemingly thin The body hides the power of R heaven and earth.

But Hashirama didn't think so, he stretched out his hand and pinched Madara's waist, "Madara, you're so skinny." I want to get fatter in the future...

Madara Moya, he is already considered strong in the Uchiha, okay?Besides, they are not Qianshou's group of rough guys!Madara glanced at the sturdy figure between the eyes, and was heartbroken, no matter how much they Uchiha practiced, it was impossible to develop such a figure.

Taking advantage of Madara's distraction, Hashirama turned over and returned to the top.

"I'll do the hard work~" He said, leaning over to kiss Madara.

"Oh—it hurts! Madara!" Before touching those two thin lips, Madara grabbed her hair and pulled them away.

Madara looked at Hashirama with teary eyes, and looked at herself aggrieved, and twitched the corners of her mouth, you are so wronged!

"I want to be on top!" Madara raised her chin dissatisfied, under the fair skin, the blue blood vessels were more conspicuous on the slender neck.

"Huh? But the wife is the good-looking one, right?" Hashirama tilted her head with an innocent look on her face. (o′・ェ・｀o)

spot:……

Madara was silent, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and he kicked as soon as he raised his leg.

"Thousand Shouzhujian, you really should die!"

Hashirama didn't react at all, but he was used to beating Madara before, so he subconsciously blocked Madara's attack.Suppressing Madara's legs, hugging Madara, stretching out his hand to smooth his hair behind Madara's back, um... This is the appeasement measure after Hashirama got angry with Madara before, but in their current situation...

It's a different touch when you start with it. It's not hair and clothing. The big hands with calluses slide directly across the smooth back and land on the lower back.Madara's body trembled, and the sensation on his back was much stronger. Like an electric shock, the skin that was slid over felt a tingling and numb pleasure.

When Hashirama came to his senses, Madara's neck was close at hand, the blue thread floated under the skin and jumped, Hashirama subconsciously bit and licked it.

Madara froze, pulled Hashirama's hair again, and stared viciously at Hashirama's innocent blankness.Madara tried to break free from Hashirama's confinement, but Hashirama instinctively suppressed Madara's movements, Madara felt helpless, how could this bastard Hashirama be so instinctively tough in such a matter...

Madara relaxes, if they can fight for three days, forget it, let him go this time, um, just this time!

"spot?"

Madara hooked Hashirama's neck, raised the corners of her mouth, a little evil, "Hurry up, I'm in trouble."

...

"Hashirama, what are you doing?" Madara took a breath, and saw that Hashirama made several seals with one hand.

"Ah, it's all right." Hashirama recalled the knot seal in the scroll, and quickly completed the ninjutsu.

"...I'm going to die! What kind of ninjutsu is this!" Madara felt the wet touch and shuddered.

"Hmm... a newly developed ninjutsu..." Hashirama's eyes flickered.

"Go away! Uh..."

...

Satisfied Hashirama hugged Madara in his arms, and rubbed contentedly, the black hair of the two of them on the bed was tangled together, the orange-red sunset shone through the slightly open sliding door, sending a burst of drunken warmth. wind.

The author has something to say:

Outside the mansion, Fukikoshi Yosuke and Morimura Shu squatted outside the green courtyard wall, facing the setting sun and doubting their lives. Did they go to the wrong place... All the walls were covered with green plants overnight, exm?

Well, that's all, no cuts, vegetarian is good [doge]