After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Dazai still thought he was cool, at least he thought so when he cornered Ozzy forcibly, forcing Ozzy to take a shower while trapping the poor Kindred in a tight corner.

His actions are full of contradictions, just like his current mood.

He thought that before he knew it, a strange guy had already invaded his territory secretly.

Ozzy's wrists, shoulders, neck, eyes, and lips, there is no place that does not emit that annoying smell.He could almost imagine that Ozzy was being treated in an intimate way by someone other than himself.

Even the distance between them may be closer than that between himself and Oz.Dazai casually stabbed himself in the heart again.

What is it called?Late comers come first?This doesn't make sense. I was the one who found Ozzy first, so why should I give it up to others?

But if you think about it carefully, maybe this stupid, dull, and ignorant vampire met a cunning human being and got tricked.

If that's the case, I have to make that guy suffer a little bit.Dazai thought.

"It's my fault, I didn't realize the importance of branding." Dazai muttered to himself, and when Ozzy showed a puzzled expression, he laughed brightly, without explaining the meaning of his words.

He approached Ozzy again, forcing Ozzy's entire back against the wall.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Dazai's eyes, and he hid this emotion very well, so Ozzy didn't realize that his dodging action was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire for Dazai.

"I can't do it if someone else touches it?" Dazai felt a little funny, and the more Ozzy refused, the more rebellious he was aroused.

Dazai thought, maybe his rebellious period finally came late, which made him only want to do things that Ozzy is unwilling to do, such as getting close to Ozzy, and teaching Ozzy what it means to be well-behaved.

Ozzy shook his head blankly, and stood with his palms a few centimeters away from Dazai, signaling him not to get so close: "What did you say?"

"I said," Dazai opened his mouth slowly, staring at Ozzy's hand until he completely touched the palm, and then turned his gaze back to Ozzy's face, "Who did you meet in the future? "

This question is actually not important, because maybe a name he doesn't know at all will come out of Ozzy's mouth, Dazai thought to himself, that's not what he wanted to ask.

It's something like "what's he to you" or something.

But no matter how Ozzy answered, Dazai had no time to care about the answer to the question.

Almost every movement of Ozzy aggravates Dazai's anger that is about to spew out.

Ozzy moved his eyes away, unwilling to meet his eyes—this was obviously a sign of guilt, he couldn't even tell himself the name of that person, and he refused to approach him because of that person.

Just want to protect a guy you just met?

Dazai felt like he was going to laugh out loud, but he actually did.

The sneering Dazai pinched Ozzy's chin with one hand—God knows that the aura on his body is several times more terrifying than ever before—then approached Ozzy's face so that he could see his own in those red eyes again. shadow.

Dazai realizes that he cannot accept Ozzy's focus on anything other than himself.This kind of possessiveness is sudden and not sudden, but it is a pity that he has no time to delve into his own psychological activities. Dazai just wants to let Ozzy learn the lesson he deserves.

"Flirting with flowers, huh?"

He purposely sprayed his breath on Ozzy's face, causing the red marks to spread to Ozzy's ears.

This ignorant and innocent appearance has now become a beauty in the eyes of others.

Dazai became more and more annoyed.

"When I wasn't looking at you," when Dazai spoke again, Oz keenly noticed that something was wrong with him. Dazai's voice was deeper than before, and there was even a smile, "You are talking to that unknown Do famous guys do this kind of thing?"

As he spoke, Dazai stretched out his index finger to lift the hem of Ozzy's clothes, stroked his tight muscles, and grasped Ozzy's waist with his broad hands after feeling his body tremble suddenly.

"Isn't this place full of traces that I haven't seen?"

Dazai immediately understood the meaning when he saw Ozzy's pupils vibrate while he was silent.

This is the default from Oz.

The territory belonging to Dazai has indeed been landed.

"Does he kiss your neck as much as I do?"

Dazai lowered his head and sniffed the arteries in Ozzy's neck, which were filled with the unique aroma of Ozzy. He stretched out his tongue to lick along the arteries, and finally stopped behind Ozzy's ears, exhaling hot air on purpose to stimulate/stimulate Ozzy's sensitive area.

The roots of the ears, which were already rosy just now, were now dyed a deeper color. Dazai stayed there for a long time, but kept a very close distance. He reminded Ozzy in his own way all the time, forcing him to Ozzy's nerves stretched to the max.

"Would he touch you like that?"

The hand holding Ozzy's waist slid upwards, and Dazai led Ozzy to move sideways, then quickly found the position of the sofa, sat on Ozzy's body, and firmly restrained him with his own weight.

The soft sofa groaned a few times under the weight of the two of them.

Dented into the softest place, Ozzy wanted to struggle, but was watched closely by Dazai above him, every move of his seemed to be under Dazai's control, and he could no longer do anything other than retreat—— But no matter how he retreated, his back was just the back of a sofa, and he could not escape further, or in other words, he had no intention of going to a position far away from Dazai.

Ashamed to say it, Ozzy is a little hard to say, he is still at the stage of wanting to stick to Dazai, and within a short time he cannot forget the appearance of Dazai who has been waiting for him for a long time in the future.

But the current situation can't make Ozzy think more, the Dazai in him is already dissatisfied with his distraction at this moment.

Dazai's palm drew circles on Ozzy's chest, but he cautiously skipped the pink spot on his chest. The smile on his face remained the same, but there was no smile at all. Oz knew that this was just Dazai. The means of forcing oneself to return to God.

Ozzy's struggle was intensified by the deliberately erotic/erotic technique. He twisted his body to avoid Dazai's palm, but he couldn't get rid of the itching brought by the coolness.

"The reaction is so big? But here is also the smell of that person, aren't you used to it?"

"Now, Ozzy, did you kiss him? Did he put his tongue in your mouth?"

Dazai sneered when he saw Ozzy closing his mouth quickly. In his opinion, this set of actions of Ozzy was nothing more than an indirect acknowledgment of his own statement.

Oz kissed someone else.

Dazai no longer wanted to think about how poor his endurance was.He looked into Ozzy's eyes, even though Ozzy didn't want to meet his eyes, then he put his hands on Ozzy's sides, leaned over quickly and licked Ozzy's chin without hesitation.

He saw the moment when Ozzy's pupils constricted, and he thought, this is not enough, why can't he do what others can do to his belongings?

Like touching Oz's skin, which makes Oz tremble, or kissing Oz, leaving that almost declaring war mark on his neck.

Dazai remembered the tooth marks on Ozzy's stamina, sneered, and then opened his mouth to enclose Ozzy's lower lip.The movements of his hands did not stop, and occasionally he gently stroked a certain point with his fingertips, imitating the movements of those adults to act recklessly on his partner.

Dazai never thought that such a natural trembling would make him feel happy.

"Dazai, do you know what you're doing?"

Oz panted heavily, closed his eyes and turned away from looking at Dazai.

He didn't know exactly when Dazai had that kind of affection for him, but now Dazai's state is obviously not right, and he can feel the anxiety that has been surrounding Dazai all the time.

Dazai is still young, he should, should not understand the meaning of these actions.

Dazai raised his eyebrows, stopped his movements briefly, looked down at Ozzy, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

He unbuttoned Ozzy and tied Ozzy's long hair together, exposing the neck.

He said, "Don't you know what I'm doing?"

"This is mine, here is also, and here," Dazai used his fingertips to scan all the places he could see, without letting go of any corners, he tilted his head, his eyes were burning with sparks, hot but not Self-knowledge, "It's all mine."

Dazai's tone was aggrieved and natural: "Someone touched my things and marked them, it's wrong."

"So," Dazai whispered, leaning closer to Ozzy's ear, "this is revenge."

Dazai called his series of actions revenge.

Only revenge would allow him to explain what he was doing—because other people had done this to Ozzy, so he had to do the same thing, and more than that.

Let Ozzy know his mistake, this is revenge.

Ozzy, whose whole body has already been flushed red, has no strength. Whether it is the current Dazai or the future Dazai, they all miraculously know their own fatal points like the back of their hands.Of course, maybe it's just because the person who did these things to him is Dazai, so he can't bear this feeling.

Ozzy felt like a ship about to capsize.This small house has long been filled with the smell of their blending.

Dazai didn't know anything yet, he was just taking revenge on himself, because in his opinion, he smelled like other people around him.

Like a child who has been robbed of candy, children are selfish and childish.

Dazai wants to get back his candy, not like him in the future, nor like himself...

Oz leaned on the sofa, Dazai's movements still did not stop.He felt very ashamed, and this shame came not only from Dazai, but partly from himself, his own struggle that was so slight that he could completely ignore it, and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted Dazai to continue to treat himself in this way.

He really enjoyed the possessiveness Dazai was showing at the moment.

But the more Dazai continued, the more despicable he felt.

——It's despicable, but I still want to keep going.

Before his patience ran out, Dazai felt like he was going to laugh out loud, and he actually did.

The sneering Dazai pinched Ozzy's chin with one hand—God knows that the aura on his body is several times more terrifying than ever before—then approached Ozzy's face so that he could see his own in those red eyes again. shadow.

Dazai realizes that he cannot accept Ozzy's focus on anything other than himself.This kind of possessiveness is sudden and not sudden, but it is a pity that he has no time to delve into his own psychological activities. Dazai just wants to let Ozzy learn the lesson he deserves.

No one taught Dazai how to do it, he just learned the next part from the moment he was entangled with Oz, and he was more addicted to what Oz brought him every second than the previous second feel.This feeling made Dazai indescribable, and he was satisfied to hear Ozzy's suppressed breathing in his ears.

"He shouldn't have done such a thing, has he?"

Dazai raised his eyebrows provocatively [one hundred words are omitted here because of the red lock].This is something that teenagers will go through, Dazai seldom pays attention to it, but he will not be unaware.

To him, what seemed like a gesture of consolation at the moment was actually just teasing Oz.

Yes, it's just teasing, it's revenge.

Dazai stared at Ozzy, unable to let go of Ozzy's expression for a moment, he unconsciously licked his lips, and leaned forward to kiss Ozzy again.

"Stop, stop!"

"Why, can't I do what he did? Don't you feel very comfortable too?"

"You, I don't feel, feel..."

"No? But just now Ozzy's tongue still hooked me up and wouldn't let me go, and—"

"Oh! Stop it!"

Oz hid his face, Dazai's words of tiger and wolf whipped his shame again, and his heart was extremely tormented.

Dazai ignored Ozzy's refusal, but sped up his hand movements, observed Ozzy's expression with his mouth slightly open because of impatience, and then began to think about the necessity of kissing.

Oz's desire for him was a delight.

But kissing can't hear the blood of the blood race.

It's really hard to choose.

He regretfully bit the tip of the tongue of the person who resisted him at the beginning, but now actively cooperates with the kiss, and sighed in his heart.

At the same time, Ozzy, who was being teased, swallowed, stretched out his hands that he didn't know when he was let go, pushed away Dazai's face, and quickly approached Dazai's neck, biting his Adam's apple hard .

Dazai's throat trembled after being counterattacked, and he laughed at Ozzy who made such a beastly move.

Ozzy's strength is not small, but the strength he can use in this situation is really limited. I expected to use pain to stop this wrong thing, but I didn't expect this behavior to be more like a be invited.

"Yeah, so Ozzy wanted to brand me too."

Ozzy, who fell down quickly, was caught by the jaw again, and was forced to accept Dazai's kiss.

"Speaking of which, Oz still has that thing on his neck, right?"

Dazai paused, and turned Ozzy over so that his back was facing him, revealing his perfect back.

Just as he thought, there are still many traces behind Ozzy that have not been eliminated, and the most conspicuous one is the tooth mark.

The anger covered by joy flourished again, Dazai stared at those traces with cold eyes.

Feeling Dazai's movements, Oz reluctantly grabbed the sofa cushion with one hand to reduce the weightlessness caused by the other party's wantonness. He put one hand across his eyes and grabbed the sofa cushion with the other .

He felt Dazai's breath hit his back.

Another round of revenge begins.

"Don't be afraid," Dazai interpreted Ozzy's trembling as fear, he comforted his belongings in a low voice, his tone was not so sincere, "I will re-mark you, wait a little longer."

"Ozzy, remember, there can be no next time."

"The only one who can do this to you is me."

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