Gluttony (16)
The robot walked away crookedly. Song Shu felt a little doubtful. Was it really okay to let this robot deliver food alone?
The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he looked down and saw that it was Song Yinxing. The group of people in front of him didn't plan to leave, so he had to walk around them and head for the elevator. As a result, not long after he moved, the crowd behind him also started to move.
They entered the elevator one after the other.
The elevator had limited capacity. Song Shu walked in first, followed by a few people. They were not overweight, but the space was narrow. Song Shu was squeezed into a corner and silently counted the number of people in the elevator.
There were eight people in the corridor just now, and now there were eight people in the elevator, including him. There was also an Alpha with a bad expression at the door, who should be with the people in the elevator.
Alphas are very sensitive about their territory, and don't like to get too close to other Alphas, even if they are friends.
Xie Qingran was a little impatient, not understanding why everyone was suddenly rushing to get into the elevator?
He folded his hands and looked towards his friends in the elevator, thinking that one or two people would stand up. In fact, they all kept their heads down and no one spoke.
Xie Qingran: “…”
Sometimes after spending a long time together, it's easy to guess what the other person is thinking. Could it be that these guys are doing this just to be in the same elevator with Song Shu? ?
Xie Qingran widened his eyes and looked at everyone one by one. The people in the elevator lowered their heads more guiltily than the others.
——Brother, for Song, ahem, no, in order to observe Song Yinxing's brother closely, we can only leave you behind. Please rest assured, the organization is absolutely just for observation! There is no other idea.
Oh shit.
The guess was confirmed, and Xie Qingran's expression became even uglier. He folded his hands and was about to sneer in disdain when he saw the tuft of adobo hair fluttering in the corner.
Song Shu walked out silently, a little behind where he was standing, and said in a muffled voice through the mask: "You guys are together, just go in."
People in the elevator: “…”
Xie Qingran sneered and walked into the elevator like an old man without hesitation.
People in the elevator: “.”
After Song Shu went in, they watched the elevator door close. At the last moment before it closed, Song Shu was still looking down and sending messages on his country bumpkin phone, tapping the screen with his slender fingers, completely unaware of their presence.
After all, these were the people I had seen on the screen not long ago, so it was inevitable that I would feel guilty seeing them in real life. This guilt stemmed from the fact that it was an improper prank to begin with - what if they found out?
Generally, voyeurs think that it is best not to be discovered, and enjoy the forbidden pleasure of peeping without being discovered. But at the same time, some voyeurs will be disappointed and think: Why was he not discovered? Why is he so ordinary to me? On the screen, they are extremely familiar, and off the screen, they are strangers. This contrast makes many voyeurs feel disappointed and contradictory.
Voyeurism that involves the latter usually involves a distorted love for the person involved. Logically, the behavior of these AOs is more in line with the former, but now it has inexplicably become a combination of the latter.
It was not until the elevator door closed that Song Shu came out of the state of swiping his phone. He couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up and sighed: He was very considerate to take the initiative to come out of the elevator so that a group of good friends could get together again!
Five minutes later, Song Shu arrived at the first floor, and Song Yinxing also arrived. He got into Song Yinxing's umbrella and honestly told him a few words about tonight's party.
"I didn't drink."
Song Shu raised his sleeves and moved closer to Song Yinxing, "If you don't believe me, try smelling it."
Song Yinxing ruthlessly pushed it away and said, "Sit down."
Song Shu said "oh" and fastened his seat belt obediently.
The car started and Song Shu felt his mouth itchy.
He had just taken a sip of water in the box, and the itch he had been suppressing rebounded. He couldn't help scratching his palm again. The pain in his fingers made him more conscious, but this time it was even worse because his spine also felt itchy, from the coccyx all the way up, and his brain seemed to have been electrocuted.
Song Shu licked his lips and said in a somewhat anxious voice: "Brother, do you have anything to eat here?"
His voice sounded strange, and the engine stopped again. Song Yinxing frowned and looked over, reaching out to pinch his chin, "What did you drink in there?"
In this case, he was either drugged or he ate something wrong. Song Yinxing frowned even more tightly, "What did you eat?"
Song Yinxing moved so quickly that Song Shu didn't have time to react. His teeth were chattering. He pursed his lips tightly. The itch seemed to penetrate into his mouth from the back of his neck, and his lips and tongue were numb.
"without."
His lips moved, and he managed to squeeze out a word. Song Shu's breathing quickened. He tried to turn his head, but Song Yinxing twisted it back. Song Yinxing was very strong, and his face was as dark as the expression he had when he saw the suicide note left by Song Shu: "I'm considering whether it was a mistake to let you go out alone."
[How can I bear to blame you for making a mistake? I gave you too much freedom~]
Song Shu's breathing quickened again, and another wave of itchiness was about to burst out from his tailbone. He bit the tip of his tongue, tasted a little blood, and tried to push Song Yinxing's fingers with his hands. But he couldn't push them away, so he had to hold Song Yinxing's wrists with both hands, trying to steady his breathing so that he didn't look so perverted, "Brother, I wasn't drugged."
Song Yinxing's finger bones were very thick, and his wrists were also unusual. Song Shu could feel some rough scars when he touched them. Because he had never touched them before, Song Shu couldn't help but touch them a few more times. When he looked up, he saw Song Yinxing staring at him with a dark gaze.
Song Yinxing loosened his hand, but at that moment his thumb touched Song Shu's lower lip. Song Shu's lips and tongue were numb, the smell of blood filled the air, and his chaotic brain seemed to have fallen into honey, making him dizzy.
Song Yinxing looked at him, his tone a little strange: "Do you like to touch me?"
Song Shu whispered shyly: "It still feels good to touch."
The itch continued, but it was not unbearable after Song Yinxing let go. Song Shu opened his lips and exhaled a few times, and the back of his neck was still itchy.
Song Yinxing glanced at him, but didn't say anything sarcastic. He took out a piece of paper, threw a bag of potato chips over, and asked the same question: "What did you eat in the box?"
Song Shu's fingers were shaking a little, and he trembled several times before he opened the bag of potato chips. When he stuffed it into his mouth, he felt that all the cells in his body were cheering. He took the time to answer Song Yinxing's question: "I only drank water. Because I wanted to go home for dinner, I didn't order anything to eat."
Song Yinxing still didn't start the car: "Are you feeling unwell recently? Your tongue tip is bleeding for the second time."
When Song Shu exhaled just now, the tip of his tongue timidly shrank into his mouth, and that area was a little red.
Song Shu's body stiffened for a moment, and he licked his lips, "No, I bit it accidentally."
Song Yinxing remembered that the last time Song Shu was scalded, he also wanted to spray medicine on Song Shu, and Song Shu resisted every time.
So sensitive? Or was Song Shu hiding something from him?
Song Yinxing was thinking, and when he turned his head he could see Song Shu stuffing food into his mouth like a hamster, his cheeks were puffed up, his eyebrows and eyes were naturally relaxed, and his expression was very happy, as if having his mouth full was a very happy thing.
Song Shu himself was not aware of such obvious changes in micro-expressions. Song Yinxing asked: "Is it delicious?"
Song Shu ate very quickly, just wanting to fill his mouth, and didn't taste much. He made an OK gesture and buried his head to continue eating. Suddenly, a hand reached out and inserted between his head and the snack bag. He was a little stunned, and then swallowed his saliva very unnaturally.
Song Yinxing only took one potato chip. When the car started, Song Shu came back to his senses and continued to eat potato chips. Only when his mouth was full did he feel a strange sense of satisfaction.
There was a red light halfway through the journey. Song Yinxing was afraid that Song Shu would eat too much and not be able to have dinner, so he only gave him a bag of potato chips. As a result, Song Shu was extremely anxious during the second half of the journey and kept picking his fingers.
555 looked at the oral satisfaction that was not increasing at all, and hesitated to say: [It seems that you can't hold it back any longer. ]
Song Shu swallowed again and wanted to hold his head and go crazy, but in the end he just sat up straight, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Song Shu pretended to sleep until he went downstairs. For the first time, he ran into the house before Song Yinxing, opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes that had been frozen in advance, and started chewing them.
When Song Yinxing walked in, he saw his cat crunching ice cubes in front of the refrigerator.
The cold touch suppressed his lips and tongue, and Song Shu felt less uncomfortable. When he stood up, he saw Song Yinxing looking at him from behind, and he weakly handed the ice to him: "Do you want to eat it?"
There were still some crystal clear water stains on the corners of Song Shu's lips. Song Yinxing moved his fingers, but finally put his hands in his pockets: "You've been eating a lot recently."
Could Song Yinxing have noticed something? Song Shu panicked for a moment, and quickly found an excuse through brainstorming. He said vaguely and embarrassedly, "I didn't eat well before, but now I can eat well, so I eat more."
Song Yinxing was silent.
Song Shu was abducted. According to the information available, Song Shu was abused by his adoptive father and often went hungry. Song Shu's words pushed a thorn in his heart deeper. There was pain, but more of it was a lingering bitterness.
The person in front of me didn't speak for a long time.
This was also an excuse Song Shu used to lie. He was afraid that Song Yinxing would not believe him, so he secretly looked at Song Yinxing out of the corner of his eye. However, Song Yinxing did not let him look and rubbed his head hard.
"Go out and wait. I'll cook."
…
Song Shu sat on the sofa, biting an ice cube and sighed with relief, "This is really, too dangerous."
He felt that the oral stage was a bomb hanging between him and Song Yinxing, making him nervous from time to time.
[What if your brother knows about this disease? If he knows about it, he will help you, right? ]
This way, oral satisfaction can be achieved quickly.
Song Shu bit his finger and said in distress: "Don't you think it's strange for us brothers to do this?"
555: [……]
You know, you've done something gay before, haven't you?
[Don't forget, your brother is an Alpha in this world who is susceptible. ]
The susceptible period can last for seven days and seven nights.
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