amber affair

Huge, Ryoma lowered his eyes to cover the shyness that flashed in his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and kissed lightly on the top of which the transparent liquid had already oozed.

Feeling the opponent's body bouncing violently, ignoring the sudden pain from his shoulder, he opened his mouth and took the purplish red tip into his mouth.It was so big and hot, even if he tried his best to open his mouth, he still couldn't hold it. Ryoma frowned slightly, twisting the tip of his tongue with difficulty, licking and kissing jerkyly, trying to please the other party.

"Ah!" The slender fingers penetrated deeply into the dark green hair, the eyebrows stretched slightly, and then twisted into a deeper knot.The lower body was wrapped in the warm and moist mouth, and the desire for pain was relieved, but Sanada's heart couldn't help the twitching pain.

He is so proud, but he is willing to tolerate such a dirty place with his mouth, what kind of love does it take to make him do this?

I know you like me, just like I like you, but I can't tell you.I'm afraid that once I say it, I won't be able to let you go, that's not what I want.Deliberately ignoring you, deliberately not contacting you, I know you are sad, I know you are at a loss, I know you are helpless, but it is all for you to realize your dream as soon as possible.

"Are you comfortable, Sanada-senpai?" The warm little hand lightly held the fiery cylinder and twitched it gently, and the wet tongue provoked the sensitive top. With a touch of shyness, he raised his blushing face and looked flatteringly at the handsome face who was entangled in pleasure and pain.

"Let go, Echizen." The avatar is so painful that every time it is touched, it will vibrate unconsciously, and the heat is rushing towards the exit. Sanada knows that he can't bear it anymore, but at least don't let this dirty lust be stained The boy I have always cherished.

"Don't!" He snorted stubbornly, bowed his head and responded with more intense hesitation.

"I tell you to let go!" Roared angrily, and pushed the little head back violently, as soon as the palm touched the top, the white turbid fluid immediately spurted out.In the intense climax, Sanada screamed impatiently, and his usually calm handsome face was distorted by the pleasure and lost order.

He closed his eyes and panted for a while, until his breathing gradually calmed down. He reached for a tissue and cleaned it up, while looking at the young man curled up at his feet with a little white stain on the corner of his lips.The eyes were full of pity, and the rough fingertips carefully wiped away the little stains, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"No." Shaking his head, looking up at his little face that was originally bright red but now pale and bloodless, Ryoma smiled weakly, and slid down the desk uncontrollably.

The dark eyes contracted instantly, because they saw a dazzling blood red on the log-colored table leg.He hugged the limp boy, resting the back of his head with his palms, the warmth and stickiness in his hands made Sanada panic. "Echizen! Echizen! Where did you hit?"

Maybe it's because I didn't control my strength when I pushed him away at the end, but he didn't say anything and just smiled at himself, how could this kid be so stupid?

"It's better to put on your pants first, Sanada-senpai." Trying to open his eyes wide, his small hands gently outlined the handsome face full of panic, and buried his face into the violently heaving chest, Ryoma suppressed his dizziness Feeling, chuckled: "It doesn't matter, I just knocked it accidentally."

"Damn it!" Supporting the young boy's petite body with one hand, and pulling up the clothes indiscriminately with the other, Sanada bent down and picked him up, pressing his palm tightly against the wound that was gushing warm liquid, comforting in a low voice: "Don't talk, I Now take you to the hospital."

Responding to him was an effort to put his arm around his neck, and the hoarse and childish voice kept murmuring: "I'm back, Sanada-senpai, I'm back.

(50)

In Kanagawa at the end of May, the weather is getting hotter.Sitting under the wooden corridor, enjoying the cold and sweet Fanta, the boy with a white bandage on his head is like a lazy cat, stretching his slender and flexible body wantonly.

"Drink less, it's bad for your health." Frowning slightly, looking at the two empty Fanta jars beside him, Sanada sighed helplessly.

Really, the whole family spoiled the stubborn and self-willed child to no end.Especially my mother, when she heard that he wanted to drink Fanta, she actually bought a whole box, which made him feel so proud.

Innocently blinking his clear cat eyes, Ryoma licked his lips, raised his eyebrows and snorted: "It was bought by Sanada's mother, anyway, you don't like sweet things, I don't want to drink it up, wait Who will drink when I leave?"

The word that was deliberately ignored was mentioned in the boy's casual words at this moment, Sanada felt a pain in his heart, and looked away slightly hastily.The black eyes were a little sad, and the slender fingers were gently curled into the palm of his hand. After a long silence, he asked lightly: "When do you plan to go back?"

"Do you want me to go that much, Sanada-senpai?" The proud smile was gone, and he was playing with the beverage can in his hand with his head down, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, Ryoma's eyes dimmed, and he asked softly, "If I didn't bump into you accidentally If you break your head, you should have driven me away long ago."

Admitting that what the boy said was true, Sanada pursed his lips tightly and did not respond.If he hadn't been injured that day because he didn't control his strength, he would have been packed and sent back to the United States the next day.Because even if he is by my side for one more minute, the already sinking heart will only sink deeper; because of his beauty, people will always be unable to help themselves.

Taking a deep breath, carefully touching the glaring snow-white bandage on the smooth forehead with his fingertips, Sanada gazed complicatedly at the pink lips that had been slightly raised but somewhat sad, and said in a hoarse voice: "June Isn't there still a game?"

"Don't worry about it." He retorted stubbornly, raised his golden eyes to meet the quiet black eyes, but involuntarily softened his body and snuggled into his firm chest, Long Ma whispered: "I'll be there soon." I'll go, don't chase me away."

Wimbledon in late June is a must.Because I promised the person next to me to give him the four Grand Slam champions as a gift, so no matter what the reason is, I can't miss it.Even if you really want to, just stay by his side.

Caressing the slightly messy dark green hair, the palm of her hand gently covered the bandage on the back of her head, her eyes were soft and painful.Bowing his head and rubbing his soft hair with his cheek, he sighed hoarsely: "I'm not trying to drive you away, just go forward." I just don't want you to miss any opportunities, because you have the strength to chase those victories.

The little white hands tightly pulled out Sanada's slightly open skirt, and his golden eyes fell firmly into the dark eyes. Ryoma was a little confused, a little confused, and asked softly: "Senior Sanada, what did I do wrong? contacted me?"

"You're not wrong, Echizen." Sanada closed his eyes and murmured hoarsely, embracing the petite body in his embrace with his slender and powerful arms.

You are not wrong, it is me.

If I hadn't had a selfish desire to possess you that you would never want to let go, I wouldn't have made us all so sad.You are so beautiful, if I really confess to you and let you belong to me, I will never let you go for the rest of my life, and I will not let others see such a beautiful you.

But I can't, your talent, your dream, all belong to tennis.You have too many people's expectations on you, I can't let my selfishness crush these expectations, and destroy you too.That's why I pushed you away so cruelly and decisively.

"Then why didn't you contact me all of a sudden?" Ryoma pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, glared at Sanada angrily, raised his thin wrist and pinched the slightly strange handsome face in the condensation, and said slightly angrily: "You If I don’t make it clear today, I will never let you go!”

There was some tingling in his cheeks, but it was far less than the chaotic pain in his heart. Sanada raised his hand to cover the raging little hands on his face, quietly looked at the extraordinarily delicate and alluring little face, and calmly responded: "Who is boasting?" Haikou said that he wanted to win the four Grand Slam championships? If you keep thinking about other things, will the champions come by themselves?"

But that is nothing else!I like you so much that I can't see you and feel sad when I can't hear your voice, you know?Biting his lips tightly, Ryoma hung his head and refused to speak for a long time.In the end, he buried his face in Sanada's chest, and whispered: "I know, I will never break my promise to you."

"Don't bite, be careful to bite your lip." The rough fingertips gently pressed the bitten white lips, frowning slightly and staring at the soft lips with obvious tooth marks, Sanada sighed softly. "Then, Echizen, we have agreed that I will not take the initiative to contact you until you win the four Grand Slam titles."

Did Sanada-senpai mean that as long as he won the four Grand Slam championships, he would take the initiative to contact him?

Slightly startled, a trace of joy bloomed in the golden cat's eyes.Standing up straight and staring closely at the black eyes, holding his handsome face in his small hands, Long Ma asked repeatedly: "Then it's still okay for me to contact you, right?"

Fool, how can you be so stupid, am I worthy of your treatment?Hugging Ryoma tightly in distress, Sanada silently leaned his face on his thin shoulder, breathed in the faint milky fragrance of his body, and closed his eyes tightly.

I've never been nice to you, Echizen.Why do you still not care at all, still like this, like me?

Stretching out his hands and tightly hugging his broad and strong arms, his small face rubbed his slightly stiff black hair affectionately, Ryoma smiled, and whispered: "I promise you, Sanada-senpai."

After hugging quietly for a while, Sanada gently separated the distance from each other, rubbed the back of his head gently with his palm, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt? Do you feel dizzy?"

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