"Although an ordinary marriage certificate cannot bind us, I still want to use a piece of paper to tie us together~"
A handsome young man named Yukimura Seiichi, who was awarded the title of "King of Tennis" and has retired from tennis, sat astride his partner's legs and buttoned up his shirt, which had its collar wide open.
Lying under the parasol and feeling drowsy from the sea breeze, Karasuma Gaki subconsciously put his arm around the other's waist, "Hmm?"
He blinked to wake himself up and was stunned for a few seconds.
Only then did I realize what Yukimura had just said.
She glanced down and took advantage of the few seconds of his daze to reach her hand through the gap between the buttons.
A blush quickly spread from his body to his ears.
Pressing the hand through the cloth, "Uh... cough——"
He cleared his throat, "Okay, let's go after the vacation."
The two of them, along with Vermouth, Niou, Bunta, Kirihara, and Atobe, are enjoying a leisurely vacation on the beach in the resort area developed and renovated on the Pokémon Island.
"Hey, stop being so affectionate and come play volleyball!"
In the distance, the reckless Bunta threw a light volleyball at Karasuma Gaki's shoulder, and shouted loudly to get people to come.
The next day, Yukimura dragged Karasuma Gaki to Frank, saying, "You guys keep playing, our vacation is over."
Although they knew that this certificate had no binding force on them, they were still excited when the marriage license was issued.
We returned to the estate in the suburbs of Paris and had a simple dinner.
Karasuma Gaki entered the bathroom. The bathroom was huge, more than 100 square meters. The clothes he took off were thrown casually on the edge of the bathtub. When he approached, the originally empty bathtub was already filled with hot water, and steam was rising.
Lift your feet, step into the half-sitting pool, close your eyes and take a bath.
The steam rising slowly filled the bathroom, and the bathroom door was pushed open.
Karasuma Gaki opened his eyes and looked at the person coming towards him at the door in surprise.
"you......"
Although he had the experience of taking a bath in a bathhouse with his teammates when he was a child, the two have not bathed together since they confirmed their relationship.
After cleaning his clothes, Yukimura stepped into the bathtub, approached Karasuma Gaki, and gently held his wrist under the water.
His lips touched Karasuma Gaki's exposed shoulder. Karasuma Gaki, out of shame or something, subconsciously reached out to push him away, "Wait..."
The hand that was clasping the shoulder moved to the back of the head, and the lips that were red from the steam were kissed.
In the quiet bathroom, besides the splashing sound of the water in the pool, there were other wet sounds, "Hmm..."
The pressure on his lips was removed, and he shifted his position. He felt the wet touch on his chest, and heard Yukimura's clear voice, "Can you let me leave a mark?"
"Remove your skills."
Karasuma Gaki opened his lips slightly, responded slowly with an "OK", and removed the passive skill that he had been using for years.
"Heh~" Yukimura lowered his head and chuckled.
He leaned over and continued to leave kisses on this smooth and delicate body.
"...Be gentle." After removing his skills, Karasuma Gaki felt more pain than an ordinary person.
When Yukimura finished decorating his body with peach blossoms and held his waist, Karasuma Gaki couldn't help but warn him.
"Call me brother."
"???" Karasuma Gaki suspected that he had heard it wrong and looked back at him in disbelief. Yukimura smiled and leaned forward, pressing on him and taking his breath away again.
Crazy pecks and kisses mixed with his requests.
It was rare for Karasuma Gaki to show some toughness in front of Yukimura and he refused to shout no matter what.
......
The rising sun pours into the room.
A white, slender hand covered with mottled marks stretched out from the shaking white quilt.
Almost at the same time as this hand moved, another bony hand stretched out from the quilt as if following it, and inserted its fingers one by one between the fingers of that hand, intertwining their ten fingers.
“No…” He really meant it. Normally he would never say no, and he would never pick it again.
"I'm so sleepy..."
"Okay." Two panting voices intertwined under the quilt, "Right away."
"Why don't you scream?" The voice was a little hoarse.
"You've called Atobe brother before." with a tone of grievance.
"Why don't you call me brother?" There was a stronger sense of grievance.
“No…” He actually remembered these things from his childhood until now. Did he think so back then?
"I did that on purpose to disgust him."
"But I want to listen."
"..." The silence resulted in a prolonged time.
The hot palm was constantly pressing against the waist, leaving a red palm print on the fair skin.
"Brother...Brother." Karasuma Gaki's voice was hoarse, and he satisfied Yukimura's request with trembling lips.
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