After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The entire bed was filled with a pleasant smell, and the sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains onto the eyes of the blond man. He felt uncomfortable in the hazy drowsiness, frowned reflexively and wanted to turn around, but he always felt that he was Being blocked by something, he struggled to open his eyes, but the sleepiness from the innermost part of his body kept him on the verge of waking up.

Sensing the movement around him, Osamu Dazai slightly opened his eyes. Oz was leaning against him, his eyes trembling uncontrollably, as if he was about to wake up soon.

He turned his head and looked at the window not too close to the bed, then closed his eyes and pulled up the quilt, completely covering his and Ozzy's heads, successfully blocking the culprit who disturbed their sleep outside.

The taste mixed in the quilt is stronger.

Osamu Dazai turned around gently, and lay on his side facing Ozzy. He shrank himself into the quilt, and while wrapping his arms around Ozzy's waist, he forcefully squeezed his head into Ozzy's body. In front of Zi's neck, he breathed in the sweet taste that wafted freely in the quilt from a very close distance.

Under his hand is the slightly undulating back of Ozzy, and the warm temperature is transmitted through his palm to the bottom of his heart. This kind of scene has never even appeared in a dream. Osamu Dazai feels that he has never had such a desire to stay awake. .

Osamu Dazai involuntarily increased the strength of his hands so that he could completely attach himself to Ozzy's body.

The source of my comfort is in a place not far from me, and in a state of no protection, I am exposed to someone who hides my darkness.

How peculiar.Osamu Dazai stared intently at the delicate face in front of him.

Dazai rubbed his nose against Ozzy's neck unconsciously, feeling the position of Ozzy's Adam's apple, and then gently exhaled hot air there, causing Ozzy to shrink back subconsciously in his sleep.

Like a cat teasing a mouse, instead of eating it, just play with it in the palm of your hand.

Ozzy, who was forced to raise his head in his sleep, only felt a little difficult to breathe. He turned his head and wanted to struggle, but he let down his vigilance and fell asleep under the comfortable kneading of the back of his head.

Osamu Dazai sighed silently, lowered the corners of his mouth, squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to continue to reach Ozzy's neck. He gently pressed Ozzy's scalp with his fingertips, feeling the gradual relaxation of his hands. After touching it, he slowly withdrew his hand.

The small breathing of the sleeping man echoed in Dazai's ears, he contentedly rubbed his forehead against Ozzy's chin, and then put the index finger that smelled of Ozzy under his nose.

The index finger stained with a special fragrance looked extremely attractive at this moment.

This reminded Dazai of what Oz did yesterday.

Ozzy felt that he had successfully left something indelible to himself, but he didn't seem to have the consciousness of causing trouble.

The taste of the fingertips is as sweet as imagined.

Laughing low and satisfied, Dazai pushed Ozzy's shoulders, turning him from sideways to lying flat on the bed.

Ozzy's head sank into the pillow, as if he felt that his body was being manipulated arbitrarily by others. He moved his fingers uneasily, trying to get rid of the reassuring breath that wrapped him deeply.

"Don't make trouble, sleep for a while..."

I don't know if his voice came into Ozzy's brain. After he finished speaking, Oz did not struggle anymore.

The defenseless expressions of the people around him completely pleased Dazai Osamu, he closed his eyes, and carefully felt the feeling of heat being transmitted to each other when he and the master were stuck together. Live the urge.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly. Dazai, who was very close to Ozzy, could easily capture every detail of his face. His skin was not as smooth as that of a man of this age, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly in the darkness. , his fiery breath.

quivering eyelashes—?

The momentary panic caused Osamu Dazai to retreat a centimeter.

Sure enough, when he listened carefully, he realized that the flustered heartbeat in this quiet small house was caused by another person besides himself.

"..."

Thinking of something, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, he took a small deep breath to relax himself, and only then did he feel the sweat overflowing from his tightly clenched hands.

Oz seems to be...

If so—

"Ozzy?" He leaned close to Ozzy's ear and whispered his name, then continued to approach the person in front of him shamelessly, "Can I continue?"

"Ozzy, can you?"

Following Ozzy's retreat, Osamu Dazai forced him to the point where he buried half of his face in the pillow to avoid the strange harassment.

But in this way, the ear on the other side is completely exposed.

It has to be said that this is exactly the effect Osamu Dazai wanted. He hovered very close to Ozzy through a thin layer of air, but stubbornly did not break through the last line of defense, passed through the jaw, passed through the artery, stayed at the Adam's apple.

The taste at the Adam's apple was a little stronger than other places, and he couldn't stop staying there, harassing the people around him with his breath, and "consulting" him from time to time.

"is it okay?"

The quilt was propped up by Osamu Dazai, who was bowed up. The increasingly hot breath made Ozzy want to find a cooler place. He couldn't help stretching out his hand outside the quilt to feel the hard-won fresh air. Unfortunately, soon His hand was grasped in the palm of a hotter hand.

The temperature seemed to be getting higher and higher, and Ozzy's mouth opened a little.

Dazai smiled lightly and breathed on Ozzy's lips.

The body below him trembled slightly, which did not escape the eyes of Dazai Osamu who was watching Oz highly, so he stopped this excessive movement and changed into the initial state of simple hovering, patiently waiting for the room The heartbeat belonging to the second person slows down slowly, and after that person gets used to it, he repeats the action he just did.

It's just that this doesn't seem to be enough, should we take it a step further?

Osamu Dazai squinted, and he felt a little tired from bowing his waist for a long time, so he put his hands on the sides of Ozzy's pillow and found an easier way to maintain his movements.

I kind of want to continue, but what should it look like to continue?

He ignored the big words "greedy" that came out of his heart, and after thinking for a while, he reached out and pinched Ozzy's chin, lifted it gently, and pressed a kiss on his neck.

After being treated like that yesterday, it was time for him to punish Ozzy today.

It seems to be like this in the TV series I have seen before, kiss the mouth, kiss the neck, then kiss the chest, and finally say a few sweet words and it is over.

Osamu Dazai recalled, and couldn't wait to move away a few millimeters and sucked Ozzy's neck again.

He still clearly remembered how Ozzy treated himself, the feeling of hitting the soul directly, the feeling of destroying the mind, and he also hoped that Ozzy could experience his own feelings once.

Filled with fragrance and magnified hundreds of times in the dark quilt, Osamu Dazai was a little dizzy, but he still didn't forget the brief few seconds of TV drama plot repeatedly played in his mind.

Before Dazai kissed Ozzy's entire neck, and before he started to move down, Ozzy seemed to feel something.

Oz stretched out his hand and scratched his neck, made a tickling movement, successfully squeezed Osamu Dazai away, and finally turned over naturally under Dazai Osamu's surprised gaze, and buried his whole head in under the pillow.

——It’s too deliberate.

Osamu Dazai couldn't laugh.

It seems that Oz's limit should be here.

"It's over?" Osamu Dazai poked the pillow between him and Ozzy with his fingertips.

"Okay, thanks for the treat."

Osamu Dazai lifted a corner of the quilt, hummed an unknown tune, and went to the next room to change his clothes.

In the quiet room, Ozzy maintained the action of wrapping himself into a cocoon for a long time. His whole body was under the quilt, and despite the heat and suffocation, he did not dare to show his head again.

When Dazai woke up, he actually felt a strange feeling, which directly woke him up from his sleep.

But sleepiness made Ozzy miss the only good chance to open his eyes.

He hated himself so much why he didn't wake up earlier at this time, so that he could only passively bear the "prank" from Osamu Dazai.

Of course, Ozzy would never admit it, except for the fear of Dazai's approaching face when he opened his eyes, he was actually looking forward to something.

There was no reason for this expectation, and he didn't even know what the appeal of this expectation was.

He just inexplicably wanted to stay close to Dazai, the last young man in the world who could still be called his kind.

Until Osamu Dazai was dissatisfied with simple movements, until he felt a kind of damp heat passing over his lips, he could no longer ignore the sound of his heartbeat, and could only cover his chest with his hand hidden in the quilt, hoping that such a violent movement would Quiet a little.

In the dark, Ozzy, who has always closed his eyes, is magnified and all his feelings are magnified. In addition to the physical one, he seems to have an illusion of "Dazai is playing a prank, but he is happy". How can ordinary people really feel it? As for other people's feelings, he quickly denied his own feelings.

When Osamu Dazai reached out to lift his chin, he didn't dare to use force, fearing that the fact that he pretended to be asleep and let the other party do anything wrong would be exposed, so he could only lift his chin obediently, letting the breath move from his face to his neck, bringing pain The itch to ignore.

He could clearly feel that his patience was about to reach its limit.

I can't admit it, I dare not admit it, Ozzy, as a mature adult, as the elder of the young man in front of him, as a person who claims to lead Dazai to the right path, actually feels that he shouldn't have it under this simple intimacy. happy.

Oz wavered.

It's just that Osamu Dazai took revenge for what happened yesterday.

It was just too sinful.

Oz sighed, feeling that some place had finally quietly continued to dormant before emerging from under the quilt, and the room was as quiet as if everything just now was just a dream of his.

It was actually just a dream.Oz covered his face and shouted silently.

At this time, there are only 10 hours left before the three days mentioned by the "God of Love".

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感谢在2020-06-1921:56:22~2020-06-2522:01:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 2 Dao Dao Xing;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: hold your hands together, biubiubiu, it’s a baby duck;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 6 Dao Dao Xing; 2 August Night; Dazai’s baby Mu Zai, Hua Hua wants to eat custard buns, smoked tea amber, and 1 baby duck;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：小安安哒40瓶；Dan11瓶；无间道8瓶；是我富贵鱼鱼哒！、沉夜萧萧、山竹山竹5瓶；小雪花、夜·YASHA2瓶；九枝灯、符兮、绷带精、中华田园猫1瓶；

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