The old driver is fearless

"Between the door~"

Hearing this voice at first, he felt something bad, and sure enough, the next second, the familiar breath rushed over from the side obliquely with heat and weight.He tensed his back reflexively, let go of the pen and propped it up on the table with his backhand, so as not to let his chest hit the table directly under the sudden force.

Even so, his mood suddenly turned bad, and his aching temples throbbed even more violently.He tore off the humanoid creature that was pressing on him to express his longing with words and actions, and said viciously: "Uchiha Taiyang! How old are you?!"

"No matter how old I am, I'm your cutest baby!" The thirty or so people tilted their heads harmlessly like puppies, and after he let go, they jumped up again and rubbed the side of his neck, "Have you not eaten yet? I I brought you rice balls."

It's common for Feijian to forget to eat when he gets busy, and he just passes by without saying anything. Once mentioned, the stomach that has been lonely for a long time immediately seizes the opportunity to protest.

There is no reason not to eat food delivered by someone. He indifferently ignored the protest of "all Xiaobai knows to wash his hands before eating", took a rice ball from the opened lunch box on the left, and returned his attention to the work in front of him. superior.

While browsing the official documents, he quickly finished his lunch, took a sip of tea in the middle of the door, and pushed the empty lunch box out without looking up, signaling that it could be taken away.

The person who was sitting across from him and waiting for him to finish eating leaned over, instead of taking the lunch box, he stretched out his hand to touch his chin, bent down and gave him a strong and gentle kiss.

He was not in the mood to enjoy the intimate and sweet time between lovers at all. He was taking a pen to annotate the document, but he was forced to turn his head after writing two words, and the tip of the pen, which was stained with red ink, was out of control. The land slashed across the entire spread, and the anger that had just been suppressed for a short time burst out again.

He crushed the syllables bit by bit between his teeth: "Yu, Zhi, Bo, Tai, Yang!!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sun responded positively. After freeing his hair from his hands, he wanted to pounce back. He raised his head to meet his burning eyes, knowing that he was really angry, so he was discouraged and stayed where he was. She complained aggrievedly, "You have changed, and your temper is getting worse and worse... You obviously didn't get annoyed by me so easily before..."

He was thinking about how to remedy that conspicuous red line, and he became even more impatient when he heard the seven-year itch and emotional crisis beside him, shouting: "Shut up!"

The sun resolutely kept silent.

As keen as he could vaguely sense that something is wrong, although the lover's temper has been getting worse year by year since Konoha was established, when he yells at him and brother Hashirama, there is always helpless connivance, today it's like eating gunpowder. Cases of impatience and boredom are rare indeed.

He watched his lover carefully.The white-haired man sitting behind a desk full of scrolls and documents stared at the official document in his hand, his expression was full of irritability and anxiety, his brows were furrowed, and there were signs of exhaustion under his eyes that could not be ignored.

Since the first generation of Hokage released the news that he was going to abdicate, all kinds of temptations and commotions have come one after another, even he who doesn't care about political affairs has heard of them.To compete with his younger brother Quanna for the position of the second generation, to care about his students and his son's cultivation, and even to worry about his nephew Kazuki's life affairs... The busyness of lovers is obvious.

Sun really can't do anything about the other party's caring old mother attributes. The only thing he can do is to make people eat and rest on time.However, the gene-related subject at hand was making progress, and he did the experiment in the dark for a few days, so he naturally didn't care about the workaholic who was so busy that he didn't care about anything.

Looking at it now, maybe he ate and slept in the laboratory for the past few days, and his lover also didn't leave the office very often.

"Baijian," thinking of the sun, became serious, "How long have you not rested?"

After looking at the door for a long time, there was really no other way, so I gave up and ticked the read, closed the destroyed document, and pressed the eyebrows: "Well...not long, three or four days...?"

He was pushed to the back of the chair by a strong force, the sun pressed his shoulders, leaned towards him, and said through gritted teeth, "Did it last three or four days, how long?"

He frowned: "It's common to not sleep for seven or eight days when you are on a mission."

"—that's a mission!" Sun Yang simply didn't know what to say to this man who didn't know how to cherish himself at all. "It's fun to overdraw your body? If you continue like this, you will die of overwork sooner or later!"

He pulled his lover up and pushed him forcefully to the sofa in the corner of the office against the wall: "Sleep for a while, I'll help you watch."

Seeing that the other party was frowning and still wanted to talk, he opened Sharingan, and San Gouyu swept over fiercely: "Sleep or not? Don't you believe that I fucked you here?"

……Do not believe.

Fujian wasn't afraid of this so-called threat at all, but he didn't know whether Taiyang had added hypnotic factors into Sharingan or his body was really tired. He leaned back on the soft sofa and felt a sense of drowsiness.

Because it's not that Taiyang didn't help him correct the official documents before, he wasn't very worried about the quality of the approval, he explained a few things to note, and passed away in a daze.

Sun took off his coat and covered the sleeping man, sat down at the table and began to read the miscellaneous letters and reports.

After reading a few copies, he finally knew where his lover's violent temper came from.

Forget about major events such as reform of school textbooks and courses, expansion of enrollment in Anbu, and expansion of hospitals. Which family in the village needs high-level approval to build a house and marry a daughter-in-law?

Parents of children whom Sayuri bullied have written a joint letter to sue Hokage? ?

...Why is there still an IOU from Brother Hashirama? ? ?

Taiyang was still complaining about Hokage, as expected of the village head who has to take care of everything, there was a polite knock on the office door.

The one who came was the Jonin captain who came to hand in the mission report after completing the mission. Taiyang was afraid of disturbing his lover, so he drove him directly to the office next door that belonged to another temporary person in charge—his younger brother Quanna.

Then two more calls came one after another, and he threw them to the next door in the same way.

Of course, the ninjas are more willing to face the gentle Senna-sama than to be scolded by Master Tokaima. The mission reports that come after setting a precedent are all tacitly sent directly to the next door. I heard footsteps coming from a distance.

The door was slammed open from the outside, and at the same moment, he teleported over to take it, barely letting the door panel directly hit the wall.

He leaned on the door panel and stared at the brown-haired boy who rushed in rashly, raised his hand between his lips: "Shhh!"

The boy stopped abruptly, followed his motions and saw the teacher sleeping soundly on the sofa, and forcibly held back the "Teacher Feijian!" he was about to say.

"Sleeping, keep your voice down." Sun drove the man two steps out of the door, blocked the door with his body, and then asked, "What's the matter, monkey?"

"Teacher Toikama said that he would personally guide us in our practice..." Hizhan said halfway, seeing Taiyang's complexion, he changed his words wittily, "—how about telling the teacher next time, let's teach Yayoi first?"

Sun nodded in satisfaction: "Go ahead, I will trouble you."

Watching Hiruzen leave, he rubbed his hair and let out a long, long sigh.

What the fuck is this shit?Putting it on him, I guess I won't be able to hold it for two days...

As soon as he closed the door and turned around, he found that the person whom he had slandered as 'he was patient enough' woke up at some point, half-propped up from the sofa, and stared straight at him with a pair of red eyes.

He suddenly felt a little guilty, and asked in a low voice, "Did it bother you?"

Fei Jian didn't nod or shake his head, he said: "There's too much movement." He was about to get up as he spoke.

The sun can't take it anymore.

Regarding the position of the Second Hokage, he has always supported his lover, but if the price of engraving his face on Yan Yan is to overdraw his body and worry about what is there all day long, and finally die from overwork on the desk, then everything will become a burden. non-honorary.

He rushed to the next door and said domineeringly, "Today's work is entrusted to you by Quanna Feijian", came back and pulled his lover who was about to sit back behind the table, and flew Thunder God home.

Tobima realized that he was already in his own room, frowning at Taiyang's inexplicable and sudden willful behavior, before he had time to speak, a face bumped into him, one hand clasped the back of his head, his tongue squeezed his teeth, and brought A warm breath swept through his mouth.

After getting along for many years, there is still a difference between simple kisses and deliberately teasing him.Feeling the hand that the sun was pressing on the back of his head slipped slightly, caressing the skin of his neck ambiguously, and after stroking his waist with the other hand through the clothes, he grabbed the other person's collar and pulled him away, whispering Warning: "Sun, it's still daytime!"

"What's the matter during the day?" Taiyang stuck out his tongue and broke the silver thread connecting the two lips, raised his chin provocatively, his eyes were surprisingly bright, "I want you."

Although I don't understand why the discussion of work has developed to the current situation, but thinking about the object is the sun, I suddenly feel that there is nothing strange ==

He looked down at the hairy head in front of his lower abdomen, stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that was scratching at the base of his legs with his movements, passed through the black and white hair with his fingertips, and stroked the scalp lightly.

He was aroused by the warm and moist lips and tongue, but he still couldn't help complaining about the dry feeling from his palm: "How many days... um... haven't you washed your hair?"

"It's not long—it's about the same as you." Sun squinted at him, his voice was vague, mixed with the sound of licking and sucking deliberately.

"I still have time to take a bath..." Fei Jian felt that his lover's angry temper was a bit funny, so he unconsciously laughed twice, and suddenly felt a slight tingling pain in his lower body.

He made a "hiss—" and tightened his fingers: "The sun!"

"Come on," Taiyang backed away from the force of the hair, let the top end rest between his lips, and squeezed his tight buttocks as punishment, "You obviously like me to use some teeth..."

The half-kneeling man opened his mouth to swallow it again, and swallowed it to the bottom, his tongue squirmed against the blood vessels on the side, giving just the right stimulation with his hard and sharp teeth from time to time.

Tobima took a short breath, didn't speak any more, and closed his eyes slightly to enjoy the highly skilled personal service.

The two of them haven't had a good relationship for more than half a month, and Sun can be said to have tried his best to please him. It didn't take long for him to be forced to disarm by the skillful oral |

Sun swallowed part of it uncontrollably, and didn't pay much attention to it. He spit out the muddy liquid left in his mouth, wiped it on his lower abdomen casually, didn't get up, but lowered his head to hold his words again, slowed down his movements and continued to challenge. | Funny.

Although he is no longer a young and energetic young man, it is unavoidable that he will be a little weak after having diarrhea just once, but the physical needs seem to be restrained and gradually weakened, but in essence they have not decreased but increased.The door leaned against the wall for a while, the consciousness gradually sank into confusion in the peaceful and lingering tenderness, and the body inevitably felt again.

According to the usual habits, it is time for the sun to stop to consult him at this time and decide to prepare for the next step. However, when he is fully excited for the second time, the other party still licks and teases him, and presses the hand behind him Repeatedly rubbing along the short line from the waist buttocks to the heels of the legs, there is no other movement for a long time.

Fei Jian's lower body was so hard that it hurt, and the surging desire that was restricted to a trickle crushed the long-torn nerves, and turned into a disguised form of torture for the extremely tired body.He thought to himself that this guy probably hung him up on purpose and waited for him to speak, he was a little impatient, but he still compromised with this so-called 'interest|interest': "If you want to do it, do it quickly, why wait?"

Sure enough, Sun let go of the blood-congested organs in his mouth, pressed his shoulders and pushed him to the ground, went to get the lubricating ointment, but rubbed it between his fingers, leading his hand to reach behind him.

The fingertips touched the hot and soft mucous membrane, and Feijian raised his eyelids in surprise: "Why...?"

"Let you come once," the sun leaning over him raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, with a vaguely provocative look on his face, carrying all kinds of domineering and seductive charms.

Sun clenched his wrist tightly, and sent his hand back, frowning slightly because of discomfort, the other hand propped on his chest wiped it vigorously, flicked his nipple, and smiled even more Zhang Yang was a bit reckless: "What's the matter? You shouldn't be able to do this kind of thing without me teaching you, right?"

Under his gaze, Uchiha opened his lips lightly, and the tip of his bright red tongue slowly and lewdly licked the corner of his mouth that was still stained with his body fluid: "Come and do whatever you want to me ~ make me cry, huh? "

After experiencing this kind of explicit verbal provocation|teasing, if you can still keep your face, you are no longer a man. He didn't want to bear the temper that could explode at this point, and immediately threw the person on him off, and quickly and savagely covered him .

Taiyang's body has never been able to adapt to it. After the physical transformation, although a certain point in the body no longer hurts unbearably when touched, the feeling of being directly touched is still not much better.

He was stunned by the violent invasion without warning, took a few breaths, subconsciously twisted his waist to avoid the sensitive point, but the smile on his lips became stronger, and he continued to provocatively: "Huh? Strength... Well, it's too—hah, isn't it too small?"

The lover stared at him deeply with a pair of red eyes, pinched his waist and pulled him closer to him, stroking his chest along his waist while going in and out.

Taiyang was tickled by this rare and serious caress as if he was facing a big enemy. He bent his legs around his lean and capable waist, rubbed his calves against his hips, and still teased intermittently: "Come on~ Be happy—ha, be happy~ Anyway, I have...a lot of time~"

Tobuma didn't expect that the person who had always been taciturn at the top would talk so much nonsense when he became a subordinate. He was so irritated and didn't want to answer. He just pinched his waist and hips that were not sufficiently muscular and had no excess fat, and thrust them into the deepest place powerfully and precisely. place, smashing the words that are about to be exported into syllables with unknown meanings.

His waist strength was even worse than that of his lover, and the receiving party was quickly rushed to the point where he had only the strength to breathe, and the corners of his eyes really glistened slightly physiologically.

The sun feels full and numb in the back, and there is not much direct pleasure, but the front end rubs with the pump|insertion between the two abdomens, the skin that is close to it is hot, and you can feel the tense and undulating muscles underneath; the lover's hot and heavy breath Flicking on his chest and neck, his always calm and indifferent eyes carried a turbulent undercurrent... The sensory stimulation was quite a bit, and his dormant desire was also revived.

After about a hundred or so advances, Feijian suddenly sped up his movements and was about to withdraw when Taiyang put his legs against his lower back, his face flushed and his eyes full of spring, and his voice was hoarse and magnetic: "It's okay, just take it out... I want to……"

As he spoke, he pressed his head and gnawed on his lower lip, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth and intertwined with the same kind, and at the same time he tightened his fingers to soothe himself, and pressed against the top to grind it finely.

The two were released at the same time.

Intense passion dominated by oneself | After the incident, the satisfaction comes with the exhaustion that is more abundant than the bearable and almost substantive.

The door could no longer hold on, the eyelids drooped heavily, listening to the sun whispering "It feels better than I imagined, if you want to..." next time, consciousness was submerged in wave after wave of tiredness .

The noisy noise didn't know when it stopped. In the dimness, someone called warm water, moistened a cloth towel and gently wiped his whole body, and took out the quilt to cover him.

A body got into the quilt, leaned over with the moist and fresh steam after bathing, and curled into his arms.

The familiar voice was lazy and hoarse, leaning against his ear and whispering softly: "Good dream, Ann."

The author has something to say:

Didn't you make a fuss about watching the counterattack before? Here you go, keep a low profile w

It is emphasized again that it is the door, day and car, and those who can't bear it will get off by themselves.

When I was writing, I suddenly felt that if the character of Taiyang is the main subject, he will be fucked to death on the bed sooner or later (no)... well, he is actually deliberately irritating him, and workaholics will not sleep well if they don’t make people tired 233333