第23章
Finally， it was Shen Shu who changed. The bed sheet， and Shen Yan lay back down on the bed again.
Shen Yan looked at his earnest profile and his drooping eyelashes.
Suddenly， he reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck， then crawled into his embrace， saying，“Brother， you're so kind.”
Shen Shutian smiled， threw the used tissue into the trash can， and then lay back down on the bed.
He brushed his hand gently against Shen's chest， and his breathing gradually became ste
Shen Shu looked down at his sleeping face. The long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath the eyelids， and the lips slightly pursed.“The young bamboo endures hardship， just as the bamboo endures hardsh Deeply.
Return.
Finally， it was Shen Shu who changed the bed sheet， and Shen Yan lay back down on the bed again.
Shen Yan looked at his earnest profile and his drooping eyelashes.
Suddenly， he reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck， then crawled into his embrace， saying，”Brother， you're so kind.“Shen Shutian smiled， threw the used tissue into the trash can， and then lay back down on the bed.
He brushed his hand gently against Shen's chest， and his breathing gradually became ste
Shen Shu looked down at his sleeping face. The long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath the eyelids， and her lips were slightly pursed， like a contented kitten.
He smiled gently and sighed in his heart.
The moonlight somehow moved to the end of the bed， illuminating the scattered clothes and items.
Shen's shirt was thrown at the foot of the bed， and her tie was wrapped around the back of the
The wind outside the window blew in with a coolness， yet it couldn't dissipate the heat in the bedding. It entwined the breaths of the two， weaving into a gentle web.
Shen Shu reached out her hand， gently wrapped it around Shen Yan's back， moving as tenderly as handling a rare treasure.
He lowered his head and gave a kiss on the top of the young man's head. His voice was so soft that only he could hear it：”Good night， Yan Yan.“
The person in his arms seemed to have heard it in his sleep， and unconsciously shrank back into his embrace， uttering a light murmuring.
Shen Shu looked at him， and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.
He thought， perhaps this wouldn't be too bad. It's not like there's anything wrong with being so dependent and so in need.
Even... kind of like it.
As the night deepened， the halo of the desk lamp cast embracing shadows on the wall， never parting long and long ago.
”Raw bamboo is bitter， but bitter bamboo turns raw.“Deeply dro.
清晨的天光漫进窗帘时，沈书是被颈侧的痒意闹醒的。
不是尖锐的刺痒，是带着温度的、湿漉漉的呼吸，一下下扫过皮肤最薄的地方。
他睫毛颤了颤，眼尾还带着点没褪尽的红，昨晚被折腾到后半夜，眼皮重得像粘了胶水，偏生那点痒意缠人得紧，非要把他从混沌里拽出来不可。
”唔……“他含糊地哼了一声，想往被子里缩，腰却被牢牢箍着，动一下都费劲。
沈砚的手臂像条温热的铁圈，圈在他腰上，指腹带着常年练琴磨出的薄茧，正无意识地蹭着他睡衣下摆卷边露出的那点皮肉。
那动作算不上挑逗，更像某种本能的亲昵，就像小时候抱着枕头不肯撒手的样子，带着点执拗的依赖。
“醒了？”沈砚的声音从头顶传来，哑得像蒙了层雾，尾音懒洋洋地拖长，带着刚睡醒的黏糊劲儿。
他把脸往沈书颈窝又埋了埋，发梢蹭过沈书的下巴，有点扎人，又有点让人心里发软。
沈书没力气睁眼，只往他怀里缩得更深了些。
鼻尖蹭到对方温热的锁骨窝，一股熟悉的味道漫过来。
是他常用的那款雪松沐浴露，混着沈砚身上特有的、带着点阳光晒过的体温气息，把他整个人都裹了进去。
昨晚的余韵还缠在骨头缝里。
后颈的肌肉隐隐发酸，腰侧被捏过的地方带着点钝钝的麻，连呼吸都带着点慵懒的滞涩。
他像只被晒得发软的猫，只想把自己团在这个带着熟悉气息的热源里，一动都不想动。
沈砚似乎察觉到他的纵容，低低地笑了一声。
那笑声闷在胸腔里，震动顺着相贴的皮肤传过来，像春日午后滚过草地的风，带着让人安心的频率。
他收紧手臂，把人抱得更紧了些，仿佛要将沈书的骨骼都嵌进自己的身体里，唇瓣在沈书汗湿的额角轻轻啄了一下。
那吻很轻，带着晨起的微凉，和昨晚那些带着掠夺意味的吻截然不同。
像蝴蝶停在花瓣上，小心翼翼的，又带着藏不住的珍视。
沈书的睫毛又颤了颤，终于勉勉强强掀开一条缝。
视线里是沈砚的发顶，黑色的，软软的，发旋处还翘着一小撮毛。
他忍不住抬起手，指尖穿过那柔软的发丝，轻轻按了按那个发旋。
“别闹。”沈砚闷声说，却没躲开，反而把脸埋得更深了些，呼吸扫过沈书的颈侧，引得他一阵轻颤。
沈书的手顿了顿，指尖能感觉到弟弟头皮下温热的血管搏动。
这双手昨晚还被沈砚按在枕头上，手腕被牢牢攥着，指节因为用力而泛白。
可现在，这双手却能这样随意地抚摸着对方的头发，而那个昨晚强势得不容拒绝的人，此刻像只没睡醒的大型犬，赖在他怀里不肯抬头。
这种反差让沈书的心跳慢了半拍，带着点说不清道不明的软意，像温水漫过心尖。
“能起了吗？”他的声音也带着点哑，比平时更低沉些，像浸了水的棉线。
“不起。”沈砚立刻回答，语气里带着点孩子气的固执，“今天周末，不用上班。”
他说着，指尖忽然不规矩起来，顺着沈书的腰线滑进了睡衣里。
那点薄茧蹭过腰侧的皮肤，引得沈书猛地绷紧了身体，呼吸都乱了半拍。
“沈砚……”他想抬手拍开那只作乱的手，手腕却被轻易地攥住了。
沈砚的手指很长，骨节分明，力气大得惊人，轻轻一握就把他的手腕按在了枕头上。
“哥。”沈砚终于抬起头，鼻尖几乎要碰到沈书的鼻尖。
沈书这才看清他的脸。
眼尾还带着点红，大概是没睡够，眼神却亮得很，像盛着揉碎的晨光。
嘴唇有点肿，是昨晚被他自己咬的，此刻微微抿着，带着点似笑非笑的意味。
“怎么了？”沈书的心跳有点快，下意识地想偏开脸，却被沈砚用另一只手按住了后颈。
那力道不重，却带着不容拒绝的意味。
沈砚的拇指轻轻摩挲着他后颈的皮肤，那里还有点红，是昨晚留下的痕迹。
“让我亲一下。”沈砚的声音很低，带着点撒娇的意味，眼神却像结了薄冰的湖，深处藏着执拗的火焰。
沈书还没来得及回应，温热的唇瓣就落了下来。
不是昨晚那种带着侵略性的吻，而是轻轻的，带着点试探的，像羽毛拂过心尖。
他的唇瓣很软，带着点晨起的微凉，轻轻咬住了沈书的下唇。
力道很轻，像小猫舔舐，却带着点让人发痒的酥麻。
沈书的呼吸一下子就乱了，原本抵在沈砚胸前的手，不知何时已经揪住了对方的睡衣领口，指节微微泛白。
后背贴着微凉的床单，身前却是沈砚滚烫的体温，像被裹在一个专属的暖炉里。
空气里弥漫着淡淡的、暧昧的气息，连阳光都变得黏糊糊的，缠在两人交叠的肢体上。
“别闹……”沈书含糊地哼了一声，声音软得像融化的棉花糖，一点威慑力都没有。
沈砚却低笑起来，吻顺着下巴滑到颈侧，在昨晚留下的那片浅红印记上轻轻舔了舔。
温热的湿意让沈书忍不住缩了缩脖子，却被按得更紧了。
“哥的声音真好听。”沈砚含着那块皮肤呢喃，热气拂过，引得沈书的喉结轻轻滚动了一下，“再叫一声。”
沈书被他闹得没脾气，偏过头想躲开，却被沈砚捏住了下巴，强迫他转回来。
下一秒，那个吻变得更深了些，带着点不容拒绝的强势，舌尖撬开他的唇齿，搅得他呼吸都乱了套。
他几乎能尝到沈砚口腔里淡淡的薄荷味。
那味道和着对方温热的呼吸，钻进他的喉咙里，让他浑身都泛起一层淡淡的热意。
直到两人都有些喘不过气，沈砚才稍稍退开。
他的鼻尖抵着沈书的鼻尖，呼吸交缠在一起，带着点灼热的温度。
沈书的脸颊泛着薄红，眼神湿漉漉的，像被雨水打湿的小鹿，看起来格外温顺。
“不起了？”沈书的声音带着点气音，还有点不易察觉的纵容。
“不起。”沈砚把他往怀里又带了带，让两人的胸口紧紧贴在一起，能清晰地感受到对方胸腔里沉稳的心跳。“就想抱着哥，再躺会儿。”
Shen Yan looked at his earnest profile and his drooping eyelashes.
Suddenly， he reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck， then crawled into his embrace， saying，“Brother， you're so kind.”
Shen Shutian smiled， threw the used tissue into the trash can， and then lay back down on the bed.
He brushed his hand gently against Shen's chest， and his breathing gradually became ste
Shen Shu looked down at his sleeping face. The long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath the eyelids， and the lips slightly pursed.“The young bamboo endures hardship， just as the bamboo endures hardsh Deeply.
Return.
Finally， it was Shen Shu who changed the bed sheet， and Shen Yan lay back down on the bed again.
Shen Yan looked at his earnest profile and his drooping eyelashes.
Suddenly， he reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck， then crawled into his embrace， saying，”Brother， you're so kind.“Shen Shutian smiled， threw the used tissue into the trash can， and then lay back down on the bed.
He brushed his hand gently against Shen's chest， and his breathing gradually became ste
Shen Shu looked down at his sleeping face. The long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath the eyelids， and her lips were slightly pursed， like a contented kitten.
He smiled gently and sighed in his heart.
The moonlight somehow moved to the end of the bed， illuminating the scattered clothes and items.
Shen's shirt was thrown at the foot of the bed， and her tie was wrapped around the back of the
The wind outside the window blew in with a coolness， yet it couldn't dissipate the heat in the bedding. It entwined the breaths of the two， weaving into a gentle web.
Shen Shu reached out her hand， gently wrapped it around Shen Yan's back， moving as tenderly as handling a rare treasure.
He lowered his head and gave a kiss on the top of the young man's head. His voice was so soft that only he could hear it：”Good night， Yan Yan.“
The person in his arms seemed to have heard it in his sleep， and unconsciously shrank back into his embrace， uttering a light murmuring.
Shen Shu looked at him， and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.
He thought， perhaps this wouldn't be too bad. It's not like there's anything wrong with being so dependent and so in need.
Even... kind of like it.
As the night deepened， the halo of the desk lamp cast embracing shadows on the wall， never parting long and long ago.
”Raw bamboo is bitter， but bitter bamboo turns raw.“Deeply dro.
清晨的天光漫进窗帘时，沈书是被颈侧的痒意闹醒的。
不是尖锐的刺痒，是带着温度的、湿漉漉的呼吸，一下下扫过皮肤最薄的地方。
他睫毛颤了颤，眼尾还带着点没褪尽的红，昨晚被折腾到后半夜，眼皮重得像粘了胶水，偏生那点痒意缠人得紧，非要把他从混沌里拽出来不可。
”唔……“他含糊地哼了一声，想往被子里缩，腰却被牢牢箍着，动一下都费劲。
沈砚的手臂像条温热的铁圈，圈在他腰上，指腹带着常年练琴磨出的薄茧，正无意识地蹭着他睡衣下摆卷边露出的那点皮肉。
那动作算不上挑逗，更像某种本能的亲昵，就像小时候抱着枕头不肯撒手的样子，带着点执拗的依赖。
“醒了？”沈砚的声音从头顶传来，哑得像蒙了层雾，尾音懒洋洋地拖长，带着刚睡醒的黏糊劲儿。
他把脸往沈书颈窝又埋了埋，发梢蹭过沈书的下巴，有点扎人，又有点让人心里发软。
沈书没力气睁眼，只往他怀里缩得更深了些。
鼻尖蹭到对方温热的锁骨窝，一股熟悉的味道漫过来。
是他常用的那款雪松沐浴露，混着沈砚身上特有的、带着点阳光晒过的体温气息，把他整个人都裹了进去。
昨晚的余韵还缠在骨头缝里。
后颈的肌肉隐隐发酸，腰侧被捏过的地方带着点钝钝的麻，连呼吸都带着点慵懒的滞涩。
他像只被晒得发软的猫，只想把自己团在这个带着熟悉气息的热源里，一动都不想动。
沈砚似乎察觉到他的纵容，低低地笑了一声。
那笑声闷在胸腔里，震动顺着相贴的皮肤传过来，像春日午后滚过草地的风，带着让人安心的频率。
他收紧手臂，把人抱得更紧了些，仿佛要将沈书的骨骼都嵌进自己的身体里，唇瓣在沈书汗湿的额角轻轻啄了一下。
那吻很轻，带着晨起的微凉，和昨晚那些带着掠夺意味的吻截然不同。
像蝴蝶停在花瓣上，小心翼翼的，又带着藏不住的珍视。
沈书的睫毛又颤了颤，终于勉勉强强掀开一条缝。
视线里是沈砚的发顶，黑色的，软软的，发旋处还翘着一小撮毛。
他忍不住抬起手，指尖穿过那柔软的发丝，轻轻按了按那个发旋。
“别闹。”沈砚闷声说，却没躲开，反而把脸埋得更深了些，呼吸扫过沈书的颈侧，引得他一阵轻颤。
沈书的手顿了顿，指尖能感觉到弟弟头皮下温热的血管搏动。
这双手昨晚还被沈砚按在枕头上，手腕被牢牢攥着，指节因为用力而泛白。
可现在，这双手却能这样随意地抚摸着对方的头发，而那个昨晚强势得不容拒绝的人，此刻像只没睡醒的大型犬，赖在他怀里不肯抬头。
这种反差让沈书的心跳慢了半拍，带着点说不清道不明的软意，像温水漫过心尖。
“能起了吗？”他的声音也带着点哑，比平时更低沉些，像浸了水的棉线。
“不起。”沈砚立刻回答，语气里带着点孩子气的固执，“今天周末，不用上班。”
他说着，指尖忽然不规矩起来，顺着沈书的腰线滑进了睡衣里。
那点薄茧蹭过腰侧的皮肤，引得沈书猛地绷紧了身体，呼吸都乱了半拍。
“沈砚……”他想抬手拍开那只作乱的手，手腕却被轻易地攥住了。
沈砚的手指很长，骨节分明，力气大得惊人，轻轻一握就把他的手腕按在了枕头上。
“哥。”沈砚终于抬起头，鼻尖几乎要碰到沈书的鼻尖。
沈书这才看清他的脸。
眼尾还带着点红，大概是没睡够，眼神却亮得很，像盛着揉碎的晨光。
嘴唇有点肿，是昨晚被他自己咬的，此刻微微抿着，带着点似笑非笑的意味。
“怎么了？”沈书的心跳有点快，下意识地想偏开脸，却被沈砚用另一只手按住了后颈。
那力道不重，却带着不容拒绝的意味。
沈砚的拇指轻轻摩挲着他后颈的皮肤，那里还有点红，是昨晚留下的痕迹。
“让我亲一下。”沈砚的声音很低，带着点撒娇的意味，眼神却像结了薄冰的湖，深处藏着执拗的火焰。
沈书还没来得及回应，温热的唇瓣就落了下来。
不是昨晚那种带着侵略性的吻，而是轻轻的，带着点试探的，像羽毛拂过心尖。
他的唇瓣很软，带着点晨起的微凉，轻轻咬住了沈书的下唇。
力道很轻，像小猫舔舐，却带着点让人发痒的酥麻。
沈书的呼吸一下子就乱了，原本抵在沈砚胸前的手，不知何时已经揪住了对方的睡衣领口，指节微微泛白。
后背贴着微凉的床单，身前却是沈砚滚烫的体温，像被裹在一个专属的暖炉里。
空气里弥漫着淡淡的、暧昧的气息，连阳光都变得黏糊糊的，缠在两人交叠的肢体上。
“别闹……”沈书含糊地哼了一声，声音软得像融化的棉花糖，一点威慑力都没有。
沈砚却低笑起来，吻顺着下巴滑到颈侧，在昨晚留下的那片浅红印记上轻轻舔了舔。
温热的湿意让沈书忍不住缩了缩脖子，却被按得更紧了。
“哥的声音真好听。”沈砚含着那块皮肤呢喃，热气拂过，引得沈书的喉结轻轻滚动了一下，“再叫一声。”
沈书被他闹得没脾气，偏过头想躲开，却被沈砚捏住了下巴，强迫他转回来。
下一秒，那个吻变得更深了些，带着点不容拒绝的强势，舌尖撬开他的唇齿，搅得他呼吸都乱了套。
他几乎能尝到沈砚口腔里淡淡的薄荷味。
那味道和着对方温热的呼吸，钻进他的喉咙里，让他浑身都泛起一层淡淡的热意。
直到两人都有些喘不过气，沈砚才稍稍退开。
他的鼻尖抵着沈书的鼻尖，呼吸交缠在一起，带着点灼热的温度。
沈书的脸颊泛着薄红，眼神湿漉漉的，像被雨水打湿的小鹿，看起来格外温顺。
“不起了？”沈书的声音带着点气音，还有点不易察觉的纵容。
“不起。”沈砚把他往怀里又带了带，让两人的胸口紧紧贴在一起，能清晰地感受到对方胸腔里沉稳的心跳。“就想抱着哥，再躺会儿。”