Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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After announcing the rules of the next day's competition, the students were dismissed. Kamo Tsurumi returned to the small bungalow with Gojo Satoru without explaining anything about the time-traveling army to them.

After all, it is something that cannot be known to ordinary people, even magicians are treated equally.

As soon as Gojo Satoru arrived at the small bungalow, he took off the blindfold that got in the way. His tall bristling hair finally untied and fell down, his slightly long bangs covered his eyes, and his six eyes were downcast and not quite adapted to the light.

Kamo Tsurumi took the blindfold from his hand and threw it on the sofa, tiptoed and reached out to caress his face.

——Satoru was the only one who was not treated equally.

The back is slightly folded and bent, and the treasure who has been specially treated has no sense of self-consciousness, and receives the sudden surprise indiscriminately. The right hand is pressed on the back of his head, and the fingertips are twirling gently on it, which seems to imply something. Unlock the fixed concealed button of the coat jacket.

Staggered and brought to the sofa, Kamo Tsurumi was picked up by him and sat on the back of the sofa and was forced to lean back. There was no point of strength on his back to make his body tense subconsciously, so he could only hold tightly to the fabric of his clothes on his chest.

The coat was taken off and placed next to him, and the hand holding his shoulder finally left for a moment.

"Okay, I'm a little satisfied." Kamo Tsurumi pressed his chest, his head was forced back to struggle with the big hand behind his head, "I want to take a bath."

"Hey—" the strength in his hand refused to relax, Gojo Satoru pouted dissatisfiedly and said, "But I'm not satisfied yet."

"Senior isn't such an irresponsible person, is he?"

"Thank you, for making me recognize myself." Kamo Tsurumi echoed his words, pinching his neck with his hands blankly, "I, want, wash, bath."

The neck was strangled, but in fact, I didn't feel much strength from it.

Gojo Satoru stuck out his tongue, pretending to be suffocating, and lightened his hand to let him relax his vigilance.

Taking advantage of no longer being stopped in front of him, he quickly licked his lips, and the next second he pulled away from him and raised his hands to express his innocence, "Hurry up and take a bath, it will be my turn after you finish washing."

He didn't expect him to let go so easily, Kamo Tsurumi raised his eyebrows and went into the bathroom without looking back.

……

A change of clothes was placed within easy reach, and when Gojo Satoru came out after taking a shower and changing into pajamas, he saw his lover sitting on a chair with undried hair on his head, tapping his fingers nimbly in the void, like that There is a keyboard below to write text.

The hair was still wet and dripping, and the pajamas were soaked in a large area. It would be too conservative to say that he didn't dry it, but he didn't blow it at all.

"Tsurumi, where is the hair dryer?"

"In the bathroom cupboard."

Gojo Satoru went back to the bathroom to get the hair dryer and plug it in, put it there and remembered that there was something missing, went into the bathroom to search but couldn't find it, and asked, "Where are the dry towels?"

"The cupboard over there."

Sure enough, he found a dry towel in the cupboard, Gojo Satoru continued to ask playfully:

"Where are the pajamas? And a comb."

Kamo Tsurumi still didn't look back, "The comb is also in the bathroom, and the pajamas are in the cabinet in the bedroom."

After successfully digging out the pajamas, he asked again: "I got the pajamas, where is the hair tie?"

"I remember it should be at the entrance."

"Where are the sheets?"

"……closet."

"What about the suit?"

"exist,……"

He finally turned around, brushed his wet shoulders sideways, and stared at him lifelessly with dead fish eyes, "Is this your home? Why don't you know anything?"

"Raise your hand." Gojo Satoru held another set of pajamas in his hand and helped him change and button it up. After pulling up his hair, he put a dry towel on his shoulders to separate the hair from his hair. He adjusted the air volume and heat of the hair dryer in his hand. Forgot to answer his question, "—because there are seniors here."

"One day I won't be here."

He turned his head and continued to write the combat report. This is required by the current affairs to be written for every mission. This time it is not like the usual team leader Foxnosuke can record it. Because the enemy army appeared in this world, he had to write a long story. .

Now that he has officially entered the current affairs headquarters, there must be a few days when he needs to go to the current affairs to hold meetings and deal with affairs, so how could he be at home all the time.

But to Gojo Satoru, that's not what he meant.

"Hot!" The hot wind blowing on the back of the head stayed in one place, and the hot air turned into pain.

He stopped his work, turned his head and glared at Gojo Satoru, "It's very hot, don't you even know how to use a hair dryer?"

Gojo Satoru held up the hair dryer and moved away, still smiling.

However, Kamo Tsurumi's eyelids suddenly jumped.

"Are you... angry?"

He was obviously smiling, but no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like it was from the heart.

With a flash of inspiration, he suddenly thought of a possibility, "Because of what I just said?"

—One day he will be gone.

It should be, it is indeed a bit ambiguous.

"What are you thinking?" Kamo Tsurumi sighed, raised his head and reached out to caress his cheek, pinching the tender flesh on his face, "I won't leave again, I bought a house in Kyoto and prepared to settle down .”

"I also drew a big teleportation array inside, you won't miss me."

Someone who was obviously angry didn't speak, and the six eyes just stared at him.

"I really won't go."

"Ok, I know."

Oops, very angry.

I have never seen Wu get angry, so angry.

Kamo Tsurumi had a headache and was a little anxious.

He knew that he had said the wrong thing, and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to comfort him, and he couldn't speak out his powerless words.

After living for so long, I don't have any comforting experience, let alone a lover.

The combat report was thrown aside, Kamo Tsurumi turned around and knelt on the chair, stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, the whole body sank into his scent, and the dull pain that gradually rose in his chest was quietly suppressed.

"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing." The voice was buried in his chest, and he raised his head to look directly at him, "I won't go anymore... At least I won't tell you where I went without saying a word .”

Gojo Satoru didn't speak anymore.

The two just stared at each other, one hugging the other.

But the hug was delayed in response.

Hong Tong flinched for a moment.

He was a little scared, and he didn't know what to be afraid of.

"I,"

Do not know how to comfort.

He's not good at dealing with these kinds of feelings.

"……sorry."

Even if he didn't get a response, he still hugged her tightly.

Maybe this way of comforting won't comfort anyone, but he still hugs him tightly.

Against his chest, through the pajamas.

The sound of the heartbeat was transmitted to the other side.

Until his calf was numb, he still didn't move, just looked at him with six eyes open without blinking.

Gojo Satoru was eerily quiet.

"Wu, how many of my family members have you met today, I will take you to meet them when I have time."

"..."

"Wu, should I also get a teacher or something?"

"..."

"Wu, my leg is numb."

Silently, but still reached out to rub his legs.

It seems that there is still a little comfort, right?

Kamo Tsurumi took advantage of the victory and pursued, and said in a soft tone: "Don't be angry, okay? Let me do whatever."

"Okay."

Unexpectedly, Wujo Wu responded.

"Anything will do?"

He laughed again, this time with a hint of triumph.

!! ?

—he should have guessed it earlier!

Kamo Tsurumi, who stepped into the pit again, quickly turned back to pretend that nothing happened, but the root of his hair was caught by a big hand, and the pulling force from the back of his head made his back slam into the chair.

"The first thing—" Gojo Satoru's voice was full of joy, and the hair dryer in his hand was turned on again, "Dry your hair first, or you will get a headache."

"I have some ideas about the second matter, I am still thinking about the third matter, and the fourth matter is to be determined."

"Hey!" Kamo Tsurumi asked angrily without stopping him from blowing his hair, "Are you lying to me?"

"No, I'm really a little angry, after all, I'm the one who's been waiting for ten years."

The black hair danced up and down with the warm wind in the white palm, not a single strand of hair escaped from it.

Kamo Tsurumi pursed his lips, and said with a bad taste: "I apologize, and I promise there will be no next time..."

"Yeah, I heard it, senior promises me anything."

"I retract my statement."

"The failure to take it back, Wu has already clearly recorded it in his head."

The hair dryer moved to the left, and Kamo Tsurumi turned his head accordingly.

Gojo Satoru moved gently, picking up strands of hair to reveal the smooth neck underneath, and said indifferently, "Senior, let's work first, how long will it take?"

"Soon, just wrap it up."

The skin on the neck is slightly red, which should be caused by the increase in the surrounding temperature.

Occasionally touches neck when picking up hair.

The rosy white skin hidden in the black hair can easily arouse some interest.

He held back, but couldn't hold back the desire to touch.

The wet black hair gradually shed excess moisture, and the heat of the hair dryer was turned to the lowest level.

The tinge of red also disappeared little by little.

It was hot and noisy, and he was unconscious.

Unaware of the hands invading his weak points, unaware of the rapidly climbing desire of his lover.

Kamo Tsurumi, who finished writing a whole piece of combat report, sent it to the cutter Hasebe for retouching. He glanced at the hair dryer that was put on the table and stopped working, touched his hair with his backhand and felt, "Dried?"

"Senior is the one, are you done?" There was something wrong with Gojo Satoru's voice, but he didn't think about it.

"Well, it's done." Fingers wandered through the hair, Kamo Tsurumi gave him affirmation for blowing his hair, "I will leave it to you from now on."

"That won't work."

The voice exploded in his ears, and Gojo Satoru didn't know when he came to his ear.

The hand that was still on the back of the head was restrained, unable to move.

Before he could react, the hair on the side was pulled up, and there was a pain in his neck.

He can control blood, so he naturally knows that there is blood flowing.

"You," just as she wanted him to let go, the force of clasping his wrist suddenly increased.

Kamo Tsurumi sighed softly, and turned his head to the other side, "Are you a vampire, it hurts a bit."

"Honorable Earl Wu, calm down." The free hand raised, and disrespectfully pressed it on the earl's head and rubbed it back and forth, full of comfort, "I really don't want to leave, I will let you touch my bottom Is it clean?"

The Government of Time, the Sword Fusangshen, the God Judge, the Time Traveling Army...

Except for not telling him the proper nouns in person, he knows everything that should not be known to him.

The teeth biting on the neck stopped exerting force, and the blood flowing down the arc of the neck was licked clean without leaving a drop.

Still not enough, the wound was sucked again and sucked gently.

"what……"

It was as if a hand was propping up his chin upstream from his chest, and his fingertips would itch for a while.

"Itch..." he muttered, but he didn't stop his movements, "Do you treat me like a cat?"

Cat.

"Meow!" Call me?

The cat-shaped mantra, Kohei, came out of the corner and jumped onto the table, calling "Meow" and "Meow" in front of Kamo Tsurumi.

It was 'taught' by Gojo Satoru that it would not appear until its name was called.

Although it is not "Xiao Hei", its real name can be "Cat".

Finally he stopped moving on his neck, Gojo Satoru released his hand and chin and interlocked his fingers, the whole person was immersed in his body, his chin rested on his shoulder, and he said with his head up and down: "It really likes it." You—”

Kamo Tsuru saw a slight pause, and before he could think, he blurted out, "Is it the same as you?"

"No," Gojo Satoru retorted, leaning forward and kissing the corner of his mouth, "I'm the strongest."

They entered the bedroom, no one paid any attention to Xiao Hei.