【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

To be clear: Mista, you have done nothing wrong in this matter.You didn't hurt me, you even saved my life.In fact, if you do make any mistakes, you know I will definitely point them out and punish you accordingly.But you're just fine, aren't you?So stop now and stop blaming yourself. "

The man's tone was as serious as when they were in a d/s relationship, as if Mista would be reprimanded in the next second.But Mista felt sad because of the tenderness hidden deep in those words.He let out a long breath, and tentatively touched the man's waist with his hand.

Aware of Mista's relaxation, Giorno pretended to be relaxed and joked: "Although I said 10 minutes ago that you would be the one crying, I didn't expect it so soon. You always can Surprise me, Mista."

"Fuck you, Giorno." Mista laughed hoarsely, stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, but was stopped by Giorno, and he simply closed his eyes.

"Mista," Giorno's voice was close to his ears, and Mista trembled. "Don't you want to look at me?" The man's voice seemed to be bewitching, "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me, Mista."

Like a sailor who heard the singing, Mista slightly opened a gap, but what he saw was a triumphant smile on the face of the blond mermaid.Damn.Mista immediately closed her eyes tightly.The next time Giorno will not open his eyes even if he dances in front of him with bare buttocks and a grass skirt.Well.Speaking of which, why use this picture as an example?But before Mista could figure it out, there was the sound of the zipper sliding open, and in the next second, warmth, moisture and softness enveloped him.

Mista's eyes widened suddenly, just in time to see Giorno lower his head and swallow him inch by inch.He grazed Giorno's palate, and was swallowed even hotter, stirred by the flexible tongue, making the sound of wet water, which alone made Mista gasp, not to mention Joe. Lunor tightened his throat muscles trying to swallow, and it nearly drove him crazy.

Giorno raised his head slowly, there was a drop of liquid on his wet and shiny lips, and when he left Mista's penis, he pulled out the transparent silk, the man licked his lower lip, and ran over his full lips with his teeth in slow motion Mista stared blankly, his throat was dry as hell, and he only hoped in his head that he would have the blessing of kissing there, otherwise he would die of thirst.He reached for the bedside table, fumbled around a few times, grabbed the lubricant and the cover and threw them to Giorno.Giorno picked up the cover that fell on him, and then—under Mista's unbelievable gaze, he slowly studied the words on it.

What's wrong with this guy?Is now the time to do this? "In case you don't know, little virgin, you can't eat that stuff." Mista rolled his eyes and asked, "Can we continue?"

"I just want to see which one it is." Giorno calmly ignored Mista's malicious ridicule, "Hmm. I didn't expect you to like this type."

"Less - less verbosity! Are you fucking doing it or not!... Besides, what's wrong with my pursuit of life taste?" Mista said angrily, "I don't believe you don't have a favorite type." Said He immediately bit his tongue regretfully.God.Why couldn't he just stop the subject?If it was in the past, he would have kicked him to the bed when he met such a chattering person in bed.Mista began to consider the feasibility of giving Giorno a kick to wake him up.

"Of course I do," Giorno chuckled, sounding damn sexy. "I like the type of 'Guido Mista'. I heard it's a limited edition. It's hard to get one."

Mista felt his face slowly becoming hot.hateful.Obviously he is the more experienced one, why was his heart pounding when he was coaxed by a rookie with a few words.This unscientific.

What's even more unscientific is that Mista almost swallowed his tongue when the opponent's lubricated fingers dug into the hole at the top of Mista's erection.The finger went all the way down, sliding a slippery and cool trace between the shaft and the back hole, Mista trembled along with the trace, and bit his lip when the first finger was inserted.Sensing the tightness of the opponent, Giorno withdrew, squeezed another thick layer of lubricant, piled it on the acupuncture point and pressed it for a while, slowly pushed his finger in and expanded it in a circular motion.When the third finger was added, Mista gasped even more, the glued intestinal wall was lifted off, and the entrance was numb and swollen. "It's almost done," he urged, enduring the discomfort.

"Patience." Giorno still turned his fingers methodically, but the tiny beads of sweat on the man's forehead and the short and blunt answer told another story.

ha. "What I have is patience," Mista gasped, because he couldn't help but want to annoy Giorno, "I'm just worried about you, after all, time has never been a problem for me."

Giorno really stopped moving.The man straightened up and looked at Mista's provocation condescendingly. His eyes flashed with playfulness and calculation, which reminded Mista of some bad-tempered beasts who deliberately let their prey escape for a while, and then pounced on to bite off its limbs. neck.As if staring at his most interesting prey, Giorno tilted his head and looked at Mista, and suddenly raised one corner of his mouth. "Is it."

In the next second, without giving Mista any time to react, he flipped Mista over and pressed the latter on the bed, opened his buttocks and buried him inside.Mista's breathing was stuck in his throat, and he could only feel that the depths of the intestinal wall were stretched inch by inch, and the slow and firm push seemed endless.After all entered, Giorno stopped, took Mista's hand and touched the place where the two connected. Mista couldn't see, but Giorno firmly pressed his fingers around the back hole and touched there. The muscles in his body were stretched, and they were tremblingly tightly bound to the opponent's stiffness, without a single gap.The heat buried in the depths burns on the tightly adsorbed intestinal wall, and even the beating of the pulse is clearly discernible.

"Fuck." Mista muttered slowly.Giorno held Mista's waist with both hands, and began to twitch slightly, and after a while, the lubricating fluid was brought in and out, making a gurgling sound, and dripping wetly to the perineum Giorno stretched out his hand to wipe it, and surrounded Mista's root with the slippery liquid. Mista took a breath, then stretched out his hand, wrapping Giorno's hand up and down on his penis.Giorno snorted, but he didn't let him succeed. He held the top end viciously and still, digging into the small hole with his fingertips, and at the same time pushed his lower body hard.Mista was caught in the middle, feeling pain and pleasure. He couldn't hold back a scream, and when he came back to his senses, he clamped his back in retaliation, thinking that everyone would break up, and felt Giorno's stiff stop at the same time. , I also groaned because of the clear outline in the corridor.

Giorno didn't move for a long time, and seemed to be slowing down.Mista grinned triumphantly, but before he could open his mouth, Giorno pressed down on his back violently in the next second, his hand was so strong that Mista was caught off guard and fell on the bed, and then his waist was hit hard. Holding it, Giorno pulled it all out, and slammed it in again.Mista's unspoken ridicule turned into a raised gasp, and then turned into broken moans under the fierce and fast impact.Giorno couldn't hold back anymore, and fucked him hard into the mattress.Mista was pushed straight forward, and Giorno pulled him back again, pinching his waist and bumping his ass in front of him. It seemed as if he was going to push him to the head, trembling and entangled every time the dick was pulled away, like sucking on purpose, the muscles of the hole were completely subdued, and the whole vagina was soft and wet.Not long after, fluid dripped out of his front end tick-tock uncontrollably. With the swing of his body, he rubbed against the bed, together with the sweat that slipped from the two of them, there were irregular deep spots on the wrinkled sheets. Color water stains, like an extremely ambiguous painting.

"Mista..." Gioruno's sweaty chest was pressed against his back, his skin felt sticky and hot. Mista stretched out his hands to support the bed board, and beat the drums fiercely on the wall, like standing on the bedside. A rock band.Giorno grabbed Mista's hand, interlocked his fingers and pressed it on the bed, then bowed his head to kiss his shoulder. "Turn around," the blond man ordered in a low voice, but the hoarse voice full of lust seemed to be full of temptation: "I want to kiss you."

Mista was so fucked that he couldn't speak, he twisted his neck and turned his head to touch his lips. During the kiss, he was extremely busy. While dealing with the other's lips and tongue, he was dizzy from the bursts of pleasure coming from his lower body Brain swelled, it was inevitable to lose sight of one and the other, Giorno pushed into the depths at once, Mista opened his mouth wide and gasped, and leaked his flaws for a moment, his tongue was hooked away by Giorno and sucked, deliberately stirring up the sound of dirty water, At that time, Mista was in a hurry, not knowing whether to catch his breath first or to fight back, the saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth before he could swallow it, making a shiny water stain on his jaw, Giorno stared at the water stain A little dazed, Mista was embarrassed and ashamed, but soon felt that the thing wrapped in the soft and ironed intestinal wall swelled up after being fucked.

"Hey, aren't you?" Mista panicked completely.Giorno pursed his lips tightly, but his eyes were burning hot. He grabbed Mista's waist and legs and turned him over, but the penis was still inserted inside, and the sensitive inner wall was rotated and squeezed. Mista Dylan moaned loudly at the intense pleasure of this friction.Giorno didn't give him a chance to breathe. He folded his leg and pushed it hard and deeply. Mista's leg was lifted by him on his shoulders, his waist was hanging in the air, and he had nowhere to use his strength. He gave him again and again. The ground hair was pushed hard, as if it was about to break, the back acupuncture point to the calf was numb, and even the toes were curled up.When the friction passed a certain point, Mista suddenly bowed upwards, not knowing where the strength came from.

"Fuck. Giorno, I'm about to-" Mista's second half of the sentence disappeared into sobs, Giorno repeatedly crushed that point, and at the same time held his penis and squeezed it hard, pinching him back and forth to nowhere Dodging, after a few strokes, Mista couldn't bear it anymore, trembling to the climax, the small hole at the front end spit out the semen one after another, dripping on the lower abdomen.Giorno stretched out his hands to wipe away the sticky liquid on his tight belly, and kneaded and pinched his waist repeatedly, as if he had an abnormal obsession with this part.After being released, Mista collapsed uncontrollably, feeling that he was completely fucked into pieces, scattered on the bed too lazy to pick up, but Giorno didn't let him go, the man stopped and pulled out temporarily, which was very meaningful He glanced at Mista.

"Time is not a problem, huh?" The blond man shook his head regretfully at Mista's penis that was beginning to soften.

Ladies and gentlemen.This is Giorno. The fucking vengeful little bastard. Giovanna.What did Mista say earlier this morning?This little lunatic will never let go of any chance to hit him.Mista cursed all the swear words he knew in his heart, just because he didn't even have the strength to lift his leg to kick him, and as long as he moved, his waist was so sore that he wanted to scream.When Giorno caught a glimpse of his expression, he was obviously more cheerful, the corners of his mouth and eyes were full of smiles, and before Mista risked being fucked to death in the future, he also yelled loudly, Giorno—— The murderous little bastard who gathered all the bad-hearted people in the world, lowered his head, took Mista's limp penis into his mouth, wrapped it around with his wet and hot tongue, and sucked hard.Mista yelled loudly, he was in the sensitive period after ejaculation, how could he bear this, his body twitched violently, like being stung by a bee, and almost fell off the bed.

"Ah! Giorno, take it easy, I can feel it—" Although he couldn't get an erection temporarily, Mista felt that his brains were about to be sucked out. "Be gentle! Ah! No—I can't!"*

Giorno let go of him, licked his wet and shiny lower lip, and then, taking advantage of Mista's staring blankly, he lifted the other's waist and pushed in.Mista threw her head back, and a long, hoarse moan escaped from her throat.Giorno quickened his speed, and the sweat dripped down on the wheat-colored chest below him with his rhythm, mixed with the original ones there, and gathered into a small puddle.Mista watched with fascination a crystal drop of water hung on the tip of Gioruno's sweaty hair, dripped across the brow bone, and slid down the corner of the eye, like tears.His heart moved, he didn't know why he couldn't bear to look any more, and raised his hand to cover Giorno's eyes.

Giorno slightly pulled Mista's hand away, and then led him to press on his chest.Mista felt the slippery texture of sweat, a shallow scab, and bursts of vigorous and powerful heartbeats.

Mista met Giorno's eyes, and those moving green eyes were looking at him, whether it was sweat or tears, with a seductive gleam, shining like emeralds, so beautiful that it didn't seem real things.And such a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him, as if they were about to melt, tenderness and love unreservedly poured towards Mista, gently enveloping him and shaking him, like deep and calm sea water gently swaying Take the boat and take him back to the port.The silent staring of the two is in sharp contrast to the intense sex going on below them, but they blend together wonderfully.Mista felt as if she was standing in the center of the storm.He stared into those eyes, as if shrouded in a strange tranquility, sitting and listening to the violent wind and rain all around him.

"Mista——" when the climax came, Giorno called his name and hugged him tightly, as if trying to embed him in his chest.Mista also hugged the man's back tightly.As if returning to Hong Kong.

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They did it more than once.At the end, Mista could hardly shoot anything.He fell back as if giving up, flattened on the bed, lazily urged Giorno: "Hurry up."

Giorno groaned, and moved a few times, and Mista yelled: "Damn, Giorno, I didn't mean hurry up!"

Giorno seemed to think about it seriously: "But I still think this is the most effective way."

ok ok ok.Mista covered her face. "Anyway, hurry up."

The blond man laughed.He asked Mista to turn on his side, and he also lay down next to him, and buried him in the side-lying position, and slowly stayed there without moving.

"Your injury," Mista snorted twice and reminded.

"It's okay, I was careful not to press the wound." Giorno touched his hand, crossed his fingers across his chest, put his chest against his back, wrapped his legs around his legs, and hugged him tightly from head to toe Realized, began to stir slowly and shallowly.This position did not leave much space for them, and Mista was still nervous about the injury on Giorno's side, but the blond man insisted on going his own way, and it took Mista a while to realize that this was more like sex than any other sex. It's a sweet hug.He clasped Giorno's fingers tightly, not wanting to let go.

Finally, Giorno fell asleep before him.First, he tossed most of his life from the pain and high fever, and then tossed Mista with the remaining half. Mista felt that the man was still breathing, which was a miracle from the Virgin Mary.Mista himself was not much better, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, heavy and numb, he tried to stand up, his back was so sore that he almost yelled, he bit his back molars and managed to swallow it back.Giorno hummed unconsciously on the side, but he didn't wake him up.Mista breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to grin his teeth and move slowly, grabbing the sheet that Giorno had only covered his lower body.This guy is not worrying when he is asleep, he just sleeps with most of his body naked, and if he suffers from a cold and fever, he might be a god, Mista thought angrily, but the deliberate gentle movements betrayed him over him.

The blanket was pulled halfway, and Mista's eyes fell on a wound on the blond man's chest.The wound there had formed a thick layer of scab, which was no longer as red as when it was newly formed, but turned into a purple-brown bump, like a dead tree root bent on the man's skin, ugly and terrifying .Mista lowered his head, and slowly pressed his lips against the horrific scar, as if wanting to exhaust all the tenderness and compassion of his life, and kissed gently.

After finishing all this, Mista looked up at Giorno again.The man is still asleep, oblivious to what happened.Mista suddenly wanted to laugh.This is called cheating, he thought proudly.Learn, kid.

After wrapping Giorno tightly under the sheets to ensure that neither of them would freeze to death, Mista finally lay down and breathed a sigh of relief.Hearing the even breathing in his ears, he suddenly remembered the other party's silly words about wanting time to pause.That was really stupid, and Mista still thinks so to this day.

Then he closed his eyes and made the same stupid wish.