【Taizhong】Madman

"Why, you don't know?" Taking advantage of the fact that the person concerned didn't react for a while, Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to get his hand under the quilt to get in from the hem of the hospital gown, and slowly touched along the muscle lines of his boyfriend's abdomen. , didn't stop until it touched the rough edge of the bandage, and after a moment's pause, he used his neatly trimmed fingertips to gently draw a circle in the original place.

The bad intentions under the quilt are obvious, but Dr. Dazai's expression is still pure and upright: "I thought your friend just mentioned this to you."

"...No, he doesn't talk much." Nakahara Nakaya, who came back to his senses, still had a confused expression on his face, "That kid Akutagawa is really not ambiguous at all when he fools people" and "Akutagawa, he has finally grown up and enlightened." Thoughts flashed alternately in my mind.

But this expression had a different meaning in Dazai's eyes, the young doctor smacked his lips, not forgetting the obvious interest in his junior's eyes when he followed him to the hospital for the first time.

So the doctor, whose mind might be the size of a grain of rice, puffed up his cheeks in displeasure: "Why, don't you still think about Dun Jun?"

"What's none of his business?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him for two seconds inexplicably, and when he remembered, the corner of his mouth subconsciously twitched slightly, like a sign of surprise and a little want to laugh, "I wasn't... Tsk, I said doctor, do you also eat aged vinegar?"

"What are you not?" Sensing the slight connivance in the words, Osamu Dazai took advantage of it and acted obediently, climbing up the ladder skillfully and quickly.He put on a stern face, as if he wanted to reprimand: "Who said that time, 'I used to be a medical student, and I want to ask some more medical questions'? The best surgeon in this city is right in front of you. Seek far away, I think When you leave the hospital, you have to stop by the ophthalmology department to report."

Osamu Dazai, when he was not smiling, his handsome face always showed a cold and restrained atmosphere, his eyes were hidden behind unprescribed resin lenses, the color of his pupils was a light iris color, but They are not as gentle and affectionate as the usual light-colored pupils, but with a bit of indescribable coldness and gloom.

When you are stared at by these eyes, you will always think of dark corners or the silent deep sea, which makes people feel a chill behind for no reason.

As for Mr. Killer on the hospital bed, I am afraid that his taste is really a bit biased. He admires those boys and teenagers with cute baby faces, but he only stops at admiring them. Only this kind of hair tingling can make him develop other desires.

"The best surgeon in this city...doesn't he boast that he doesn't write drafts?" Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his mouth was dry, he muttered something in a low voice, leaned back on the half-rocked bed, and flirted with others. He hooked his finger.

Osamu Dazai remained unmoved with his pretended seriousness: "Huh?"

"Hmm, what?" Seeing him moaning, Zhong Yuan impatiently stretched out his hands to hold his face, pulled him towards him with a little force, and complained in a low voice dissatisfied: "It's so far away from me, how can I kiss him?" you?"

Dazai was jerked by him, leaned forward, put his arms forward, and locked his beautiful boyfriend between his arms and the white hospital bed.

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and there was a meaningful half-smile in his pupils: "What are you kissing me all of a sudden? This doctor is not selling himself."

"Really." Zhong Yuanzhong also patted the side of his cheek, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved, deliberately showing a frivolous and disdainful expression with a bit of evil, like a street hooligan blocking people in an alley-this Putting this kind of expression on those crooked-looking people will only make people want to take out their mobile phones and press the three-digit phone number, but on Zhongya Nakahara, it will only make people scramble to get out. Column was blocked by him.

The freshly baked street hooligan said maliciously, "Coincidentally, what I like the most is to force those good-looking men who sell their art but not their body to sell themselves to me."

The doctor glanced at him: "I don't want to?"

The little hooligan regretted: "Then I have to tie you up and take you home, and then lock you on the headpost of my bed with an iron chain and collar."

"So exciting?" The doctor was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and it seemed that this proposal had brought him some inspiration.He let go of one of the hands that were standing there, and lifted it up to stick to Zhong Yuan's face, his thumbs gently rubbing those two soft lips.

Nakahara allowed him to move, and even opened his mouth a little bit to suck in his cool fingertips, licked them with the tip of his wet tongue, raised his eyes to look at him, and at the same time, a few words came out from the corners of his lips vaguely:

"...Or?"

Osamu Dazai paused suddenly when he stroked with his fingers.

Then he was pressed down with the familiar smell of hospital disinfectant water, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also pressed hard on the not very soft hospital bed, but he didn't show any impatience. Instead, he opened his arms around his body with the expression of a successful plan The man's back happily accepted this slightly irritating deep kiss.

Then of course there is no more.

During work, I used the time to go to the toilet to stroll over to have a warm moment with my boyfriend. Being able to kiss is already the limit. I don’t even think about what I want, so it’s not too much for Osamu Dazai who was deliberately teased by Nakahara Nakahara. Can hold back the expressionless face that was originally frigid.

The phone rang suddenly as if urging, and he bit Zhong Yuan's lip hard to finish, then stood up at a distance, took out his mobile phone, answered the call, and walked out of the ward.

After walking two steps, he remembered something and stopped and turned half sideways, covered the microphone with his right hand, and narrowed his eyes meaningfully at Mr. Killer who was smugly waving at him on the hospital bed: "Be honest, my dear!" Chuya...wait for me to get off work."

After putting down a sentence that seemed to be a threat, the busy doctor Dazai turned around and left again, and Xie Ye on the other side of the phone hurriedly called: Get back to the meeting.

……

Zhongyuan Zhong also touched his chin lightly when the door of the ward closed.

However, he didn't stay quiet for a long time before turning over and getting out of bed. Taking advantage of the opportunity that Osamu Dazai would not be able to spare time for a short time after going out, he dug out a hoodie and jeans from his bag and put on the top of his head again. The peaked cap was wrapped in a black thick coat, and the loose striped casual clothes immediately changed in place, as if it would be no problem to walk the red carpet in the next moment.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked to the door, opened the door and looked around, and found that because of the crowds during the day, there were visiting family members or patients who came out to breathe, and there was no nurse to take a look at him, so he closed the door behind his back Button, easily slipped out of the ward.