Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

The light dazzled Lex.

He didn't realize what was going on at first, until the pain of being slammed against the wall suddenly woke him up like a bucket of cold water.

Carl pressed Lex condescendingly, watching his expression change from confusion to rage, and then calm down from rage to calmness. The frequent changes and subtle camouflage, if it can be put on the big screen for people to appreciate, it will definitely become a masterpiece. The strongest evidence of his excellent acting skills.

"What does this mean?" Lex asked slowly, "Finally no longer intending to endure, or did you reveal your terrifying nature?"

He didn't blink, even though he couldn't see Carl's backlit face at all.

The shades of green settled in his eyes, like a damp forest.

Now the forest is blowing a once-in-a-century wind, dark clouds cover the sky, every branch and every leaf in the darkness is dancing wildly, the vast forest has become a boundless dark green shadow, full of piercing screams and curses.

"I don't know what I mean, love. It sounds like you're saying the same thing. 'Keep on enduring', 'Show yourself'... Is that how you see me? Is that how you see me?"

Carl's hand slipped a little, but only a little.

He didn't give Lex a chance to break free from his cover, even though Lex showed no signs of struggling in any way.

He lightly tapped his fingertips on Lex's neckline, feeling Lex's warmth through a thin layer of shirt.

Lex's breathing became rapid.

The fingers moving on his chest unbuttoned him without the slightest hesitation or pause, and his bare chest felt the coolness of the night, and in some illusion, the coolness was mixed with Carl's softness and tenderness. Long breath.

Lex was trying to forget what was going on, and when the thin shirt slid off his shoulders, he felt like he could start to struggle and fight.

Don't make what's happening right now, he said to himself, although deep down he has many reasons to convince himself that it is, like a flower that blooms in spring and extravagantly sprinkles pollen on every On the tips of women's hair and on men's shoulders, cats would sing eerily in a drawn-out tune.

All this is as it should be.

Even if he wants to convince himself of something, what he wants to persuade is to struggle and resist, not to acquiesce and accept.

But the presence of those hands is too strong, Lex has never felt that he is completely in someone's hands like this moment, Carl's fingers wrap him patiently, touching, sliding, extending, full of calm hints and casual banter.

"When we first met, you got lost...then I saw you standing at the end of the zebra crossing...well," Lex said softly, "you know...you, know what I'm thinking?"

"I'm interested to hear what you have to say," Carl said.

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The metal buckle of the belt smashed on the wooden floor, the sound was more striking in the silence than the black dots on the white paper.

"Look there, it's Kal-El," Lex said, gulping, almost choking on his own haste to swallow. "He...why is he here alone? Thank goodness he's alone .”

"I'd love to think of it as 'I love you.'" Carl chuckled. "Do you want the lights on or off? Huh?"

Lex realized that his heart was as crumbling as his body, that he had never really tried so hard to say no to anything.He realized that he was greedy for this breath, even though he couldn't see the face of the person on his body clearly, he knew who it was.

——He knows who the other party is, and the other party knows who he is.

"Obviously, it doesn't matter what 'I want'." Lex couldn't help retorting. "Lights on or off? Is that all the options you give me? Thank you very much. I want to wear pants."

"You can wear pants next time," Carl said.

He paused, and a little laughter leaked from his throat: "I give you more than just turning on and off the lights. You can also choose to take off my glasses or not to take them off."

This sentence is like the first gunfire in a battle. The appearance of harmony, the mask of harmony, and the delicate balance are torn apart by the first person to fire the gun. In silence, their breath makes a long whistling sound, like an ancient well The echoing sound of the wind.

Silent beasts devoured them.

But in the silent belly, the body is still heating up, and the fingers are still swimming.

"Turn off the lights." Lex's voice was stern and tyrannical, "Look down."

Carl tilted his head and stared at Lex for a few seconds.

The air froze, and time paused. Carl was surprised to find that Lex's body could be so stiff in an instant, as stiff as a horizon line with white edges, like an unknown hard armored creature.

He could easily pierce all horizons and pierce armored shells, but he didn't like to do so.

Time and habit kept Carl from being surprised or sad about Lex's changes, and he didn't have too many other emotions in his heart. He knew too well what he was thinking and what Lex was thinking, and he waited for the sting to turn into a throbbing pain, and finally Treat labor pains as normal.

He guessed the threads of the future and accepted them willingly.

"I'm always happy to hear from you," Carl said.

The lights went out.

The window was still open, but the light outside the window only made the indoor scene a blur. It was impossible for human eyes to see clearly in this situation. All Lex could get was a vague outline.

Carl bowed his head at Lex.

It's like the emperor's coronation, like being slaughtered by the neck.

With his heart in his chest against his own will, Lex held his breath and reached for Carl's glasses.

His hands were trembling, his feet were trembling, and his whole body was trembling, but his movements were unwavering. When his fingers really touched the slender metal frame, he dropped a few times as if he couldn't bear it. Panting that he had cleaned up well.

Cal's one hand grasped the back of Lex's neck, and Lex was anxious and nervous about the movement of his other hand.

The sound of Xixisuosuo is not loud, but it is very clear when it comes from the inside of the body.The depths were stirred to bubbles, the bubbles came up again, and burst in his ears—even with the disturbance, Lex took off Carl's glasses and tossed them far away.

The thing was too small and too light, and it hardly moved when it fell to the ground.

How amazing it wasn't such an insignificant thing, it played an important role in the game, not even less important than either side of the game, Carl lost his glasses like Robin Hood lost his hat and visor .

Carl after peeling off the protective color and glasses.Who exactly is Al?

... just for now, that doesn't matter.

Carl trapped Lex with his fingers, like a baited hook deep in the fish's open lips.

He showed Lex his meticulousness and patience, meticulously groping and memorizing Lex's reactions, and Lex, for some reason, remained completely neutral throughout the process.

He took a big breath, sweat dripped from his surging blood, and spread across his skin through Carl's fingers. He tried his best to maintain his balance, and he neither resisted nor acknowledged the successive intrusions.

"...Noisy love, affectionate resentment, everything created out of nothing..." Karl muttered, "...heavy frivolity, serious arrogance, neat chaos..."

"What are you talking about?" Lex gritted his teeth and asked.

"...leaded feathers, bright smoke, cold flames... haggard health, eternal waking sleep, negative existence!" Carl sighed, his tone full of enthusiasm and regret.

This time Lex heard what Carl was saying, and he sneered, and went on: "'I feel like that's what love is'—this doesn't seem like a good time to be reading Shakespeare."

"This isn't Shakespeare," Carl said. "This is you."

He bowed his head and kissed Lex, licked every corner of his mouth, and even swallowed the small, uncontrollable pain that the other party burst out at a certain point.

"...Did I hurt you?" Carl asked softly.

Lex gasped for breath and didn't answer him, and he didn't say much, just kept dropping feather-like soft kisses on Lex's cheeks, their faces were intimately pressed together, Carl's messy forehead hair fluttered from time to time. Delex's cheeks itched.

The darkness crippled vision, but other senses were revived, and Lex heard the sound of soft fabric falling to the floor, and touched Cal's naked body.

"What you love... what you love is not the real me." Lex accused with all his strength, "what you love... is you in me."

"I don't just love you when I'm inside of you."

"Fool! You, you understand... what I'm talking about. You love the you in me, you love your own shadow."

"I love your light and shadow," Carl replied in Lex's ear, "I love all of you."

Lex tried his best to back away, but only sent himself into the opponent's palm.

The concept of time has completely disappeared, and perhaps the same is true for the concept of space. He may have said something but he couldn't hear it clearly, because his ear cavity was completely filled with his own rushing blood, and the surge of those blood vessels was so majestic. Like tides.

He spread his legs apart and raised them again, he felt the pull and impact and thrust, he changed and awakened and improved; he floated and fell, felt and shuddered with strange ecstasy.

He felt himself drenched in sweat, tears and excess secretions.

Carl held Lex in his arms, making sure they were close enough that nothing and nothing could separate them.

The kiss that followed was like a battle, tooth on tooth, tongue on tongue, both wanting to hurt each other and get more from each other.By the end of the chaotic struggle Lex was exhausted but conscious.

He leaned on Carl's shoulder to breathe, and after a few minutes he said, "I don't know what the hell is going on, Carl, what's going on with you?"

"We need a sense of time and distance." Karl repeated what he had just said without changing.

God, that conversation seemed like it happened in their previous life.

But Lex quickly understood Carl's meaning, and the corner of his lips twitched, trying to force a smile, but failed in the end.

"Just wait, you can't have everything you want."

"I don't need everything to go well, love. I just need you to be sure that these times are the 'time' we need, and this distance is the 'distance' we need." Carl hugged Lex tightly, "We must love each other. "

"Go away," said Lex dryly. "I don't feel well. I'm going to take a shower."

"In my bedroom..."

"Don't even think about it. I live in a guest room. Is it possible that you don't have a guest room for me at home?"

"Lexie."

"That's enough, Honey, you're so rambunctious." Lex's voice regained its stability, his voice was a little hoarse, but it didn't hinder communication, "I don't want to talk too much, let me go."

"You talk like you're never coming back."

"Who knows?" Lex said, "maybe you're the one who really never comes back."