The right way to polish a diamond

The hazy moonlight softly covered the two people who merged into one body, and the sound of the waves covered the small sound of water.

Nakahara Chuya pressed his forehead against Dazai Osamu's shoulder, panting lightly, with resentment written all over his flushed face.

Osamu Dazai looked down at Nakahara Chuya's expression, and a provocative laughter came from his throat, "You are so young, Chuya!"

Nakahara also raised his eyes to look at Osamu Dazai, his slightly swollen red lips curved into a half-smile with a water color, "Yeah, it's not as experienced as you."

He slapped Dazai Osamu's slightly trembling chest, and slapped someone who was proud of him almost to death.

Osamu Dazai coughed twice, and said happily: "It has nothing to do with experience, it's talent!"

Osamu Dazai seems passionate, but actually hates physical contact with people.He has had many so-called 'girlfriends', but it can be imagined just by looking at the fact that those people don't even have his real contact information.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew this, so he changed the direction and complained: "Is it the talent to enter the water and come out?"

His physical strength is definitely stronger than that of Osamu Dazai, but his lung capacity is not as good as that of the other party. It must be because of this!

Osamu Dazai licked his lips, his peach blossom eyes slightly bent, staring at the person in his arms, provoking Nakahara Chuya proficiently, "If Chuya refuses to admit defeat, we can try again."

"Okay!" Nakahara Chuya raised his eyebrows, reached out and grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar and pulled it down, raised his head and put his lips on Dazai Osamu's lips.

Osamu Dazai's eyes flashed, and he allowed Chuya Nakahara's invasion, and only calmly regained the dominance when the opponent wanted to withdraw.

Zhongyuanzhong also suffered a crushing defeat again.

Osamu Dazai felt the heavy weight in his arms, a smile appeared on his lips naturally, and he complained obediently: "Chuya is just biting!"

"So what?" Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai with his forced blue eyes, the smile on his face was still so proud and reckless, and he said meaningfully, "Is it okay to bite you?"

The color of Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly darkened, completely different from the dark and indifferent depression when he was angry, now the dark depths of those kite-colored eyes were burning with fire.

His throat moved, and he stared closely at Chuya Nakahara as if staring at his prey, "Of course, yes."

The sea breeze blew over and rolled up layers of waves, and the rising tide rushed to the beach to erase all traces.The roar of the locomotive crossed the sky, and the white smoke from the exhaust of the locomotive became the prelude to the day.

The sun rose from behind the sea and rose little by little until it reached the sky.The golden sun shines all over the earth without discrimination.

The curtains were blown up by the breeze, and the sunlight illuminated most of the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clothes scattered on the floor from the gate to the bedside of the bedroom were enough to prove how crazy the two people on the bed were last night.

On the bed in the master bedroom, Osamu Dazai hugged Nakahara Chuya tightly, in a trance, like a child's attachment to a doll that he doesn't want to let go.

Zhong Yuanzhong also woke up from someone's arms again, he frowned at the soreness in his waist, opened his eyes and stretched his brows again.

Nakahara took his hand out of Dazai Osamu's embrace and poked his soft cheek.

Osamu Dazai's face was pierced with a small hole, and he flattened his mouth unconsciously.

Seeing this lovely scene, Zhong Yuanzhong also smiled heartily, and there was undisguised love in his clear blue eyes.

Osamu Dazai, who always feels light, didn't wake up, was he too tired last night?

Chuya Nakahara blushed belatedly, remembering what happened last night.

He took a deep breath and rubbed his hot face.Originally wanting to stay in bed was overwhelmed by shyness, Nakahara Nakaya slipped out of Dazai Osamu's arms lightly, grabbed the pillow and stuffed it back.

Nakahara Nakaya went to the window first and pulled the curtains tight. Anyway, Osamu Dazai must be late at this time, so let him continue to sleep.

Then Zhongyuan Zhong also walked into the cloakroom and got a new set of clothes.Putting the clothes on his arms, he glanced hesitantly at Osamu Dazai who was still sound asleep, then looked down at the marks on his body, and chose to go directly to the bathroom in the master bedroom to wash up.

Now that they are all together, he will have to get used to it sooner or later. He can't let him go to the bathroom of the guest room to wash up every morning.

Even so, Zhongyuan Zhong also relaxed his movements as much as possible.When he came out, Osamu Dazai was indeed still awake.

Nakahara Nakaya stood by the bed, looking down at Osamu Dazai who was sleeping soundly on the bed.Osamu Dazai's eyes were lightly closed, his slender and thick eyelashes drew two arcs on his fair face, they trembled slightly with his breathing, and the traces of teeth marks could be seen on his blood-colored lips.

Nakahara Chuya's gaze stayed on the tooth marks he left for three seconds, raised his hand and rubbed his lips, turned and walked out of the room.

The slightly frivolous footsteps were not due to physical factors, but because Nakahara also remembered that the traces he left on Dazai Osamu were not limited to this one place.

But thinking of himself in the mirror when he just washed, Nakahara also ground his teeth. Basically, it was still all Dazai Osamu's fault, and he was just fighting back.The traces that Osamu Dazai left on his body were not only in one place, but also in more than one kind.

Before closing the bedroom door, Nakahara looked back.

If it was now, what he saw in the illusion, maybe it would be this scene.

The door of the master bedroom was closed lightly without making any noise.The dark tranquility returned to the room, allowing the person on the bed to continue to sleep peacefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also followed the route back to the room yesterday, picked up the clothes that the two of them had left all the way last night, put the clothes covered in sand into bags, and waited for the cleaning to take them away and clean them.Dazai Osamu's clothes are also treated in the same way... Since they are together, they will be discovered sooner or later, so it doesn't matter.

After storing the clothes of the two of them and putting them in the laundry basket, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but feel lucky after witnessing the tragedy of the clothes. Fortunately, he drove a locomotive to go to the beach on a whim last night, otherwise he might have to worry about how to clean the car body now internal problems.

In the master bedroom, Osamu Dazai finally woke up and looked at the pillow in his arms: ...

He silently buried his head in the soft pillow. Although this situation was not unexpected, after all, Zhongya has always been a physical monster, but... Sure enough, his self-esteem was still a little bit damaged, only a little bit.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open at this moment, and the person being talked about walked in.Nakahara Nakaya looked at Dazai Osamu who seemed to be covering himself with a pillow on the bed, and subconsciously pressed his hands on the back of his head.

Afterwards, as if he suddenly realized something, Nakahara paused, and then used his other hand to pull out the pillow from Osamu Dazai's arms, revealing that depressed handsome face.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Dazai Osamu said nonchalantly, "I thought Chuya went to work."

"My vacation isn't over yet," Nakahara said as a matter of course.

So if the vacation is over, will you go straight to work? !

Osamu Dazai said angrily, "Chuya really loves work!"

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai thoughtfully, "Dazai," he evoked a playful smile, and asked complacently, "Are you jealous?"

Osamu Dazai often behaved like this, he just thought that the other party was deliberately finding fault, but now thinking about it...

"How is it possible?!" Osamu Dazai retorted fiercely like a cat that has been poked at a pain point and blown its hair, "I am obviously lacking in life interest even in ridicule!"

"My life is much better than someone who spends most of his free time committing suicide," Nakahara said. "Get up and have breakfast!"

"Understood." Dazai Osamu glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, then at Nakahara Nakaya again, and asked awkwardly, "...does Nakahara feel nothing at all?"

What does it feel like?

Nakahara was also puzzled for a moment, then his face turned red, and he said angrily, "How is it possible..." He closed his mouth just in time, and glared at Osamu Dazai viciously.

Osamu Dazai glanced at Nakahara Chuya's waist, and smiled, his tone of voice was wavy, "Chuya is uncomfortable, don't bear it, it's normal!"

Nakahara Chuya smashed the pillow in Dazai Osamu's face, this bastard doesn't deserve to be treated gently!

Osamu Dazai: ...

Holding the pillow, he condemned heartbrokenly: "Chuya actually used violence against the people who spent a good night with him last night!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately retorted: "Don't worry, if it wasn't for you, I definitely wouldn't do this!"

"Oh?" The arc of Dazai Osamu's lips softened a little, "It sounds like you have imagined this kind of scene?" Who is the person who is not him in the imagination? !

"Of course you've imagined it..." After all, at such an age... Zhong Yuanzhong also had a glint in his eyes, and said with force, "I don't believe you haven't been curious before!"

"Hmm..." Osamu Dazai responded ambiguously, and asked, "So? I'm very curious about the scenes in Chuya's thoughts, images, and pictures!"

Nakahara also closed his mouth, and looked at Osamu Dazai with firm eyes that would not reveal.

Osamu Dazai said persuasively: "Don't be shy in Chuuya. If you really like it, we can try it in the future!"

"Try what?!" Nakahara Zhong also retorted loudly, "I never imagined that!"

"Chuya is really innocent!" Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, deliberately provoking him, "How far has Zhongya gone? Couldn't it be just kisses?"

Nakahara Chuya pressed his lips tightly, making up his mind not to tell Osamu Dazai.That kind of dream... How could it be possible to say it? !

"What about that person?" Osamu Dazai pretended to be generous, "I'm not against role-playing Play, as long as it's not Mr. Mori. Chuya's taste shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"...you let the leader go!" Nakahara Chuya's face twisted suddenly, and his whole body was almost overwhelmed by shame, "I respect the leader! Respect!"

He refused to correlate the two words "leader" and "what" with each other. Damn it, why did the leader appear in this context!It is to the extent that there will be psychological shadows just thinking about it!It's all Dazai's fault!

"Who is that?" Osamu Dazai tried not to care, "There are not many people who are close to Chuya."

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara.

After a while, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, "Is it... me?"