Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Although it was expected, Kamo Tsurumi was still completely woken up by him.

The drowsiness in his mind was dispelled, and his thoughts gradually cleared up. He moved his body and sat on the inside of the bed, and then patted the vacant place to signal him to sit down.

Even in a dimly lit room, you can see Gojo Satoru's six eyes shining like the lakeside under the moonlight, staring at him without blinking.

He sat on the bed obediently, and approached him not too obediently.

Six Eyes tried to get closer to the depths of his pupils.

"and many more."

Kamo Tsurumi stopped him from wanting to kiss him in time, and while holding his shoulder with his left hand, he pushed his body back and turned his face to the side to avoid it.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hands to clasp his waist and pressed to his side, ignoring his resistance with all his strength.

I still don't forget to put on a poor animal expression, with five-pointed stars shining in the eyes, and skillfully shouted: "Senior——"

Unwilling to admit defeat, Kamo Tsurumi grabbed his wrist with the other hand, bounced his body to suppress him, and sat across his thigh with his legs.

Gojo Satoru neither resisted nor considered resisting, and even adjusted his posture so that he could sit comfortably.

Kamo Tsurumi lowered his head slightly to touch his forehead, raised his chin slightly and actively kissed him.

Grabbing his wrists and pressing them into the quilt, he raised his knees and pressed them against the back of his hands with force from his calves.

The hand clasped on the shoulder slid down, all the way across the tense arm, arm, and finally reached the palm.He turned his hands over and interlocked his fingers, his fingers firmly locking the skin around the phalanges.

He continued to kiss him, this time not just dabbling tenderly, but aggressively gaining fertile ground step by step.

The aggressor turned from passive to active, no longer blindly bearing, biting the aggressor's lifeblood with a fierce force, letting him struggle wildly and refuse to let go.

Seeing the pain, Kamo Tsuru stretched out his hand into the gap, pinched Gojo Satoru's cheeks and pushed them in, pushing up and down against the teeth through the mouth, forcing him to close his mouth, and the tiger's mouth lay across the middle of his lips.

——The invaders retreated smoothly.

"!"-"((:_"

The upper and lower rows of teeth fight together with the fingers separated by a wall, and the words spoken become strange words that cannot be understood.

He wanted to let go, but Gojo Satoru grabbed his wrist.

Kamo Tsurumi: "?"

Unable to break free for a while, Gojo Satoru held on firmly and wouldn't let go.

His eyes suddenly widened, and then fell back in the next moment, looking at Gojo Satoru with a hint of danger.

— was licked.

The tiger's mouth was stuck in the middle of Gojo Satoru's lips, and he could touch it by sticking out his tongue.

"What are you doing."

The voice from his chest had long been so hoarse, he freed his hand that had lost all strength, bent down with a sense of oppression, bit the tip of his nose lightly with his teeth, and spit out the words full of desire:

"What do you want to do."

The hands pressed by the knees straightened out twice, Gojo Satoru still didn't struggle, just kept his hands bound, shrugged innocently, and said, "I want to do it."

"Senior wants to be on top? This small request can still satisfy you."

"I do not,"

"Hey, are seniors going to reject me?"

He suddenly became sad. He lowered his head and pressed his lips together. He tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't smile. A few tears flowed from his six eyes, and he spoke in a very forced tone. :

"I just haven't seen my seniors in ten years."

"Maybe it's just a few months for the seniors, but it's a full decade for me."

"It's just that I haven't had close contact with senior for ten years... I really miss senior."

Every sentence emphasizes "ten years", Kamo Tsurumi raised his head with his eyes closed, sighed slowly towards the ceiling, and said to himself helplessly: "I have something to do tomorrow, no, today..."

As if aware of the hole he let go, Gojo Satoru took advantage of the victory and chased after him, pretending to be wronged and sad again but still thinking about his lover, and said to him: "Other things are more important, I can wait a few days."

"Tsk." Kamo Tsurumi interrupted him before he finished speaking, "Stop pretending, you're so weird."

"do not like?"

"No way."

Gojo Satoru pulled out his pressed hand, inserted it between his legs and pulled it forward, then moved up to the soft spot, and pinched it hard as if to vent his emotions.

"Do?"

"Just once, there is really something to do tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes with a smile, and did not agree maliciously.

If there is one, there are two, but for Gojo Satoru, even if there is no one, he can force two, three, four...

The first time was on the bed, because it was too hot and wanted to use the remote control to turn on the air conditioner, but was caught back by the idiot who is not sensitive to temperature perception.

The bastard pretended to come down to the bathroom to help him take a shower, and there was a second time.

After taking a shower three times a night, he finally let go of him, but Gojo Satoru, who had taken out new pajamas from the closet, lost his mind again.

For the third time, he was unwilling to open his eyes the whole time, no matter how much Gojo Satoru bewitched him, he would not be moved, and he would not look in the mirror even if he died.

For the fourth time, he was pushed to the side of the bed, which was called disobedient punishment, and his hair scattered on the bed was pulled for support.

He still had the heart to ask about Xia Youjie's recent situation, and Wu Tiao Wu replied with a smile on his lips, but the movements around his waist became more ferocious.

He was in a daze, and Wujo Wu pried out a lot of information in a daze.

For example, how long has he been away, what has he done, what will be tomorrow, how long will he stay this time, and so on.

Except for the stubborn government of Shizhi, he didn't say anything, and he took away all the things that should be said and shouldn't be said.

Use those information to combine and diverge your thinking, and you can guess what kind of existence the current affairs behind him are.

At that time, Kamo Tsurumi couldn't think about whether these things should be done. He just cursed Gojo Satoru to his heart's content, and was defeated by his coquetry again.

Of course, the final result was that I didn't know when I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, the room was still dark, but my body was dry after bathing.

Gojo Wu's chest was pressed against his back, and the big hands around his waist locked him tightly in his arms, and he snatched away one leg and clamped it.

Kamo Tsurumi tried to get out of the predicament with his waist and abdomen, but suddenly a pain similar to lightning flashed near his side waist, and he shrank back with a trembling.

"Tsurumi?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have woken up a long time ago, only Qingming was looking at him in Liu's eyes, rubbing his waist tenderly with his hands.

"A bit on the left and below, it hurts like hell." Kamo Tsurumi directed his hand in the air, and couldn't help crying out when he pressed the right point, "It hurts, it hurts, this is it, don't press it."

Gojo Satoru quietly lifted up his thumb and saw that there was an oval-shaped bruise on the bottom, which perfectly matched the size of the thumb he had just removed.

As if he had poked some fun switch, he ignored the "don't press it" and continued to press it, pushing Kamo Tsurumi's anger out one by one.

"Tsurumi," Gojo Gojo asked him for credit as excitedly as if he had discovered a new world, "I did it, and it's all bruised."

"You really are an asshole."

"pet name?"

Shameless.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang at the right time, and Kamo Tsurumi guessed that Shinichi had found useful information.

Gojo Satoru reached out to help him pick up the phone and pressed the hands-free button.

[Brother Tsurumi, I found out about that thing, are you free this afternoon? ] Sure enough, it was Conan Edogawa calling, and he found out about the current situation of the curse spirit.

"Well, why don't you set a time, it's almost noon now?"

【It's still a while before noon, Brother Tsurumi, are you still in Kyoto? 】

"No, I'm in Tokyo."

He hooked Gojo Satoru's finger to play with, and twirled his fingertips on his nails.

【Then it will be three hours later, I will wait for you at my house. 】

"Okay, then I'll hang up."

Rubbing his head against the pillow, he pulled his fingers up to his eyes for fun.

I don't know which nerve it touched, but Kamo Tsurumi was a bit addicted to playing with his fingers. He touched his nails, tapped his fingertips with his nails, groped for the bones on the back of his hand, His palm tickled.

After Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, he put the phone back to its original position, passed his free hand through the seam between his waist and the quilt, and pressed him into his arms, buried his nose in his hair, breathed carefully, and drew back She wanted to wrap her hands around him completely.

"Don't go."

"Didn't everyone promise you not to leave?" Kamo Tsurumi replied reassuringly, not letting his fingers leave.

A strand of long hair came from his ear, wrapped around his knuckles, and stopped after only a few loops. While tilting his head back, he pulled his hands outward, black hair wrapped around his fair fingers, Tighten enough to faintly feel the flow of blood.

Jumping up, he was as excited as a child discovering a new toy, "Look at it."

Gojo Satoru tried to bend his fingers, but stopped after moving only a little.

"Can't move." He buried it back again, stuffed into his scent and made no more sound.

Gojo Satoru refused to cooperate, and Kamo Tsurumi immediately lost interest.

He pulled back the pinched leg, and made a gesture to get up and go out to do errands.

Gojo Satoru immediately fished him back and pressed him into his chest again, "Hold him for a while, isn't it too early?"

The two were silent for a while, drawing energy from each other.

"Enlightenment." He said suddenly, "Where's my gift?"

Gojo Satoru responded perfunctorily, "I even said I lost it."

"Give it to me." He turned around in restraint, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and unconsciously pursed his mouth into a line, "That's my thing."

"Ha——" Gojo Satoru sighed, struggling for the last time, "It's a very childish gift, after all, it was ten years ago."

"I want."

He straightened his upper body, pulled off the thin quilt and got out of bed, brought clothes and threw them on the bed, "You put on clothes, I'll get them."

"Okay~"

Kamo Tsurumi instantly smiled, and his body was not sore or painful anymore.

The clothes were urgently made by Wujo Wu with the power of capital, only one set was placed in the closet, and the rest would be delivered together in a few days.

I heard that he took the initiative to be "invited" to become the head of the Gojo family a few years ago. At that time, he was still wearing a monotsu haori hakama and went through a very formal process.

Monzuki Haori Hakama——

He could already imagine Gojo Satoru dressed like that impatiently sitting on the main seat with his legs crossed and waiting for the ceremony to be completed.

"What are you smirking at?" Gojo Satoru, who had gone back and forth, looked at his strange expression and asked.

"I'm laughing..." He thought about his words, and said to him with a smile, "The head of the Wutiao family is so handsome—something like that."

"What do you think? Patriarch."

The head of the family accepted his compliment without a trace of shyness, and gestured for him to extend his hand with his palm up.

"Gift?"

"Yeah. This one is a bit crude, change it in a few days."

"I love so much."