But was it enough? Yi Ze licked his lips, answering "not enough" with his actions.

Of course it wasn't enough.

Yi Ze had the same feeling as the night before. When the cardboard-like body in his arms trembled, Yi Ze knew he had touched the switch of pleasure in Xia Duo's body, and like a mischievous child, he rubbed it one by one on purpose, admiring the pleasure on Xia Duo's face, which was twisted by the distension and pain.

Xia Duo finally couldn't stop his mouth from leaking out a silken moan, and his arms tried to push Yi Ze away, and then tried to wrap around him more tightly, resulting in one arm hanging tangled on Yi Ze's shoulder, and the other hand symbolically sandwiched between the two of them.

A mouth underneath constantly wants to welcome and reject, Yi Ze's desire is so full that it's hard to get rid of it, so he seeks more replenishment from above. Yi Ze's tongue tasted the salty corners of Xia Duo's eyes, nibbling at the pink lips, it wasn't enough, it had to go down, down to savour it. The position of the two people's movements are constantly changing, and there is never enough.

Xia Duo, Xia Duo.

Yi Ze cried out delicately. His lover tilted his head back and leaned against the bed, the two men's pillows padded under the waist, two hands fleeing as if grabbing everywhere, or put on the head of the bed, grasping the back of the hand veins are up, and the screams become like whimpering.

Yi Ze sensed that Xia Duo's state was not right, slowed down the rhythm, and wrapped the person into his arms. He touched Xia Duo's back, his sweat-soaked back was as cold as iron: "What's wrong?"

Xia Duo's expression grimaced as he bit his lower lip and didn't answer, as if he was desperately trying to hold back something, but his body was still moving with Yi Ze's slow jerks. Each tremor picked at the string in Yi Ze's heart.

Yi Ze touched his forehead, wiped away his dripping sweat, ruffled the black hair that stuck to his face, cupped his clear face, and wiped his thumbs on his lips that were about to see blood to pry open his teeth, "Don't hurt yourself, bite me."

Xia Duo's taut body slightly relaxed, obediently contained his two knuckles, but did not want to bite hard. The tongue that had been squeezed for space shrunk twice, but still inevitably licked Yi Ze's thumb wet. Attention was drawn away by the mouth above, the mouth below unconsciously relaxed a few points, and the two men's pubic bones completely pressed together.

The squeezing feeling of pleasure instantly rushed straight to Yi Ze's heavenly cap, his energy was not held back for a moment, and he diarrhoea.

夏铎浑身一阵痉挛，牙狠狠咬住伊泽的手指，底下脑袋，额头用力抵在伊泽肩窝。

哦，对了，夏铎吃了药，他在生病。

地球那位七十几的正使可是直接昏倒过去了，夏铎是不是仗着年轻身体好，硬熬着？

“难受了就说呀，自己抗着做什么。”伊泽慢慢后退，抱着夏铎躺好，扯了扯被子，裹好夏铎的一身红痕。

现在才是“生病”的阶段，等“病死”还要段时间。

夏铎摇摇头，搂住伊泽的脖子。

伊泽一下一下摸着夏铎头顶柔软的头发心想，果然还是得让苏玛看看，能不能让生病难受的副作用小一点。

合拢了窗帘的房间密不透光，白天也像黑夜，可黑夜终究早就结束了，欢愉来得真实，又空洞得像一场盛大的白日梦。

不是白日梦。伊泽想，地球的使团就要滚蛋了，爸爸还借安德鲁的手催着想办法把夏铎搞去什么宇宙巡航，讨厌死了。

晚点找苏玛再确认一下，什么时候可以把夏铎藏过去。或者，能不能提前安排好夏铎假死的尸体。

心里盘算着，他搂着夏铎闭上眼睛，安心先睡觉。

这一觉直睡到了傍晚，电话铃慌慌张张地响了。

伊泽好梦未完，本想卷起被子继续睡，然而这没眼力劲的铃声一声接一声地响个不听。伊泽只得钻出被窝，烦躁地接起电话：“喂，你要是没有十万火急的事情，我以后一定天天半夜打电话骚扰你。”

电话那头“哼”一声：“你不接我这通电话，小心以后只能孤枕难眠。”

“戈恩你自己单身还来咒我！”伊泽三分起床气，七分耍无赖。

戈恩啧啧道：“是不是我咒你，要去问你爹。他听说夏铎病了，专门派人接夏铎去你家的度假山庄养病。”

伊泽一下子从床上跳起来：“那不行！”

他摁开免提，急匆匆去衣柜里翻衣服。

“行不行的，你我说了都不算。你先前说有办法把夏铎留下，是什么办法？我问摩根，她也推说不知道。”

原计划是让夏铎“病死”脱身，可现在他爹不给他机会了，怎么办？

“你帮我拖住我爹，我去苏玛那儿。兄弟下半辈子的幸福就靠你了。”伊泽说着，已经换好衣服了，夏铎也早被这电话的动静吵醒，但他的衣服洗澡时被打湿了，还躺在浴室地板上，根本没法穿。

伊泽翻了套自己的衣服丢给他：“快，我们先跑出去，别的以后再说。”