Deserve Me For You

Unboxing??

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Night time~

Mr. Puspa helped put the suitcase containing all of Puspa's clothes and belongings into the trunk of the car.

"Sir, is it true that you are okay to live alone?" tanya Puspa

"Just calm down."

"We say yes, sir. Assalamu'alaikum," Puspa kissed the back of his Father's hand as well as Arga.

"Wa'alaikum salam. Careful,"

Arga opens the car door and Puspa enters it, he takes his head out of the car window. Arga got into the car, the car was on the run and Puspa waved his hand. After the departure of the child and his daughter-in-law, the atmosphere was again quiet. Mr. Puspa went back into the house.

***

"Tiredaa~" Puspa sat on the bed while massaging his waist.

Arga who just came out of the bathroom found his wife was kneeling her own waist, he then went up to the bed and sat behind Puspa.

"You what?!" Puspa surprised

"Shut up."

"Don't fuck around, I'm on the moon, you know."

Arga ignored the words of Puspa, he immediately held the waist of Puspa. Puspa who was embarrassed reflexively wanted to scream but immediately held Arga's big hand.

"Emmmmmhhhhhhhh."

"Srvstttt."

Puspa freezes when the warm breath Arga felt in the ear to the neck. Arga took his hand off from Puspa's mouth and turned to Puspa's waist again and then gently scowled at him. I am ashamed of myself for thinking nothing.

"illness?" asked Arga while continuing to massage and press Puspa waist.

Puspa shook his head then his hands pointed towards his back, Arga switched from his waist to Puspa's back.

"This?"

Puspa.

"Aawws!" pekik Puspa because Arga pressed too hard.

"Later quickly subside the pain if the pressure is strong."

"There was even a broken bone."

"No way,"

With a sinless smile, Puspa extended his arm.

"Anu, this seems to hurt a bit too."

Without saying anything Arga directly massaged both arms of Puspa. After 5 minutes Arga stopped and sat back to Puspa. Puspa just realized something.

"You're not dressed yet? Just a towel?" Puspa.

"No problem," Arga pulled Puspa's hand and stuck it on his back.

"Massaged too?" tanya Puspa

"Yes." Yeah."

Puspa blushed embarrassed while massaging Arga's back.

"Less loud,"

"Yes-yes, it's because your back is wide so my hands need a lot of energy."

Arga patted her shoulder, then Puspa moved to massage Arga's shoulder slowly. By turning his back to Puspa, the look of his joyful face he could hide from Puspa. Puspa prank touching Arga's cheek.

"Your cheeks are hot, are you sick?"

"You have a fever, huh?"

Arga shook his head again. Puspa touched Arga's back and now Arga's back that was not too warm became warm.

"Well, this is your back getting hot. You're sick of this."

"I told you no."

"My hands are not numb, you know,"

Puspa got up from the bed and picked up Arga's clothes in the closet. While playing his index finger on his chin he confusedly chose a casual outfit for Arga.

"Which one, huh? Which one's favorite?"

"Well!" in the end Puspa took a nightgown.

When turning around, Arga's chest field was already in front of his face.

"Gee!"

Slowly Arga's face approached, it made Puspa like he was running a race. Puspa exhaled slowly and prepared to receive Arga's kiss.

"I can take it myself,"

'Crik krik'

Hearing Arga's words made Puspa like a fool. Puspa opened his eyes and squinted his eyes.

"It." Puspa handed over the nightgown in his hand and immediately laid his body on the bed.

"What's wrong?" asked Arga when he saw Puspa's attitude like that.

"none. I'm sleepy." I pulled the blanket.

Arga flicked his shoulders and changed his clothes directly after the blanket covered Puspa from head to toe.

"Yahoo! What do you think, Puspa!" batin Puspa's.

Puspa tried to close his eyes and tried to sleep. Puspa was startled by Arga's hand which suddenly hugged him.

"Eh?"

Puspa opens the blanket and finds Arga clinging to him. Puspa immediately turned his back and faced Arga, he placed his hand on Arga's forehead.

"It's not too hot" he murmured

"And I told you, I'm not sick." directly holding Puspa's hand on his forehead.

Arga opened his eyes slowly, just looking at Arga's eyes made Puspa have to hold his heart that would come out of place. Arga kissed Puspa's forehead for a while.

"She kisses my forehead a lot, is that the only part that interests her?" puspa

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim."

"Eh?" Puspa was confused because Arga said Basmalah.

Slowly kiss on the forehead Puspa down to the nose, then switch to both eyes Puspa alternately.

"Well, how?"

Puspa bit his lower lip because of the gerogi.

"Don't bite like that" in a slow, heavy voice. Their breaths clashed with each other.

"Eeee anu"

Puspa's eyes are rounded when bib*ir Arga attaches to his bib*ir.

'Strong, chewy, warm and soft' that's what Puspa feels. Puspa's heart seemed to stop beating, Arga closed his eyes slowly while continuing to paste his bib*ir. Their bodies are both stiff but Arga still tries to control himself. Arga clasped Puspa's hand and opened his eyes slowly.

"What should I do?!" puspa

Slowly Arga opened his mouth with their bi*beer position still attached.