The whole empire is bringing us together

When Hyperion arrived, Connor was sitting on a small bench in the kitchen, reading the article "Dawn" on the forum to Quint who was concentrating on cooking.

"Hyberian carried Quint to the console of Dawn. Outside the huge curved porthole, billions of stars quietly twinkled in the dark universe. From time to time, comets dragged their long tails across the side. The empty cockpit There were only the two of them in the room, and the precision instrument made a slight beeping sound, and it was approaching Fomalhaut, the brightest main star of the constellation Pisces.

Hyperion stripped off the last piece of clothing on Quint like unwrapping a carefully wrapped gift, and then the lover he had been thinking about day and night was sincerely displayed in front of him in neat military uniform like a newborn baby. Shyly covering her private parts with her hands.

"That's enough Hyperion, don't be here..." An environment that is too empty always gives people a sense of insecurity, Quint's legs dangled and wanted to jump off the console, but Hyperion held him down with one hand. Alpha's deep voice rang in his ears, easily arousing the deepest trembling in his heart.

'Want to experience what it's like to be a captain? '"

"Enough!" Quint turned around and wiped Connor's face twice with his flour-stained hands as quickly as lightning, and said with red ears and unbearable face: "Stop reading! You know Know that this is no different from public execution!"

Connor spit out the flour that fell into his mouth with a "Yah" sound: "Why is the execution public? Isn't this well written? You should study hard, and you will need it later."

"Hyberian will never do something like this on the Dawn." Quint said solemnly: "This is an illegal operation."

"If you don't come to the spaceship to play, you can have other things." Connor pointed out one by one: "This article has finished writing the floor-to-ceiling windows, office, kitchen, bathroom, aircraft, Leviathan Play, so many poses There is always one that can be used, maybe Hyperion is also looking at this every day and waiting to practice it one day."

At this time the doorbell rang, and Quint secretly heaved a sigh of relief, finally no longer having to argue with Connor on this embarrassing topic, and ran to answer the door.

"good evening."

Hyperion was planning to find a restaurant outside for a casual dinner when he received Connor's inquiry, knowing that this was also Quint's acquiescence, he immediately happily turned around halfway.Quint was wearing an apron, his shirtsleeves rolled up above his elbows, his hands were covered in flour, and he got some on his cheeks.

Hyperion very naturally raised his hand to wipe away the white mark with his thumb, and said with a smile, "Good evening, I hope I won't disturb you."

Quint originally wanted to dodge subconsciously, thinking that he had promised Hyperion that he would try hard to accept him, and then stopped his movements. Alpha's fingertips had rough calluses, but the force was very gentle.

Connor poked his head out from the kitchen: "Hyperion is here?"

"Here we come." Hyperion followed Quint to the kitchen. The originally quite spacious kitchen seemed to be short of space after installing him as a big man: "What are you doing?"

"Connor wants something sweet, steam him some dim sum." Quint continued to knead the dough, the thin layer of muscle on his forearm bulged slightly with the force, and the shape was very beautiful.

Just as Connor was about to say something, he suddenly let out a dry retch from his throat, and immediately ran to the bathroom to vomit.Hyperion was startled at first, but then realized that it was normal morning sickness.

He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, and lightly touched Quint with his arm: "I'll do it."

Quint naturally welcomed this free labor very much, he gave way to Hyperion, washed his hands and went to do other things.Hyperion has not been in the kitchen for more than 20 years, so it is impossible to ask him to do other things, but it is the same for anyone who does the unskilled labor of cooking noodles.

While kneading the piece of dough that he could almost cover with one palm, Hyperion recalled Burke's hand on Quint's shoulder in the genetic diagnosis room, and felt uneasy for a while. Taking advantage of the two of them alone, he Finally asked: "Have you known Professor Fergus before?"

"Well, I went to the science exchange conference jointly held by the Empire and the Federation before, and I met him there. We don't belong to the same field, so we usually meet and say hello, and we don't know each other very well."

"I don't think he thinks that way." Hyperian was very strong, and could knead the dough in his hands until it was completely deformed with each stroke: "I saw him put his hand on your shoulder today."

Quint didn't seem to take it seriously: "He is an Alpha who has already combined, what else can he think."

"How can that work? The federation is different from the empire. As long as their Alpha is strong enough, they can snatch Omega from other weak Alphas at will, regardless of whether they have been combined." Hyperion was angry when he thought about it. He and Kun They are each other's first love, and finally he came back. You are not married, I am not married, and I am planning to continue the relationship. How old is Burke who popped up halfway?

Want to have an extramarital relationship with Quint?Go to him.

"Okay, I'll pay attention."

Quint smiled and said casually, as if perfunctory. Seeing that he promised so readily, Hyperion somehow felt that Quint didn't take this matter to heart, worried and angry, and couldn't control the strength in his hand all of a sudden. , rubbed it down with one palm, and with a "pop", the wooden chopping board was cracked by him.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Facing the surprised gaze cast by Quint, Hyperion coughed lightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. He picked up the tough dough that had been kneaded and put it into an empty bowl, raised his hands and said helplessly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Are you angry?" Quint stopped what he was doing and turned around to face him, with a helpless expression on his face, but Hyperion saw a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

"You did it on purpose?" He broke the truth all at once.

"What did I do on purpose? You first ask this and that, and tell me to be careful about contacting Burke. Didn't I agree to everything according to your wishes?" Quint did not admit it. He took it and was destroyed by Hyperion. I looked at the chopping board, threw it into the stomach of the kitchen robot, and found a new one from the cabinet: "Should I kick you out for eating and drinking and destroying my things?"

"You made me angry on purpose."

"When did General Morse lose his temper? According to what you say, should I coax you?"

As Quint spoke, he tiptoed slightly, quickly kissed Hyperion's neck, and looked up at him with a smile: "Is this okay?"

To be honest, this kiss was as fast and light as a feather, and the tactile sensation quickly disappeared at the nerve endings, but the psychological pleasure left behind was infinite. He is affectionate.

This realization made him instantly excited, and he hugged Quint's waist, Hyperion said with a smile: "You just said so much just to kiss me?"

Quint hesitated for a moment, but admitted it despite being embarrassed, and said softly, "Yes."

"Again, I didn't even realize that." Hyperian moved his face closer.

"I'm not coming, I'm going to cook—"

"Do it after kissing." After Hyperion finished speaking, both of them realized the meaning of this sentence, and he hurriedly added: "It's not the one who does it, but the one who cooks it."

It’s okay if he didn’t explain, but when he explained it, Quint blushed. Quint put his hands on his chest and pushed out to try to get himself out: "Connor is still here, what do you look like when you move your hands and feet."

"Then will I be able to do things when he's not around?" Hyperian insisted, "It's fine when he's around, doesn't he often show off with Hansen in front of others?"

Quint was so entangled by him that he couldn't help it, he sighed softly, and could only say, "Just a moment."

"Just one click." Hyperion pointed to the corner of his lips, "Come here."

Quint didn't do what he wanted, he raised his head and kissed Hyperion's chin, and patted his strong arm: "Okay, let go, I'm going to cook."

Hyperion faithfully kept his promise and let him go, Quint rubbed his face and continued to cook.As soon as he picked up Hyperion's dough and kneaded it, he felt someone close behind him, and the heat from Alpha's body rushed to his skin through his shirt.

"You do it, I'll learn from it." Hyperian explained his behavior in this way.

They were too close, beyond the minimum distance to block the effect of the armband, and the smell of pheromone faintly wafted into the nose.The taste of lime was sour and sweet, and Hyperion intensified it. He lowered his head and sniffed on Kunt's neck: "Let me smell it to appetize."

"Stop appetizing, I'm afraid I won't be able to feed you enough." Quint elbowed him: "If you get in the way, go aside."

Hyperion is naturally unwilling, what a wonderful thing it is to be sticky and greasy in the kitchen with the person he likes—as a normal Alpha in his prime of life, he naturally thought of the kitchen play in R21 on the forum .

"I'm talking about you two, can you take into account the feelings of the pregnant woman." At this moment, Connor, who was standing at the kitchen door after vomiting, raised his hand with a sad face: "I'm about to starve to death."

Facts have proved that calling Hyperion was an extremely correct choice. After he finished the takeaway, he wiped out all the food made by Quint, which made Connor speechless, and said that there must be nothing after the two of you got married. Deal with the hassle of leftovers.

After dinner, Connor ran to the yard to pick up the video call from Hansendon. Alpha sent the message within four hours of separation, which made Connor laugh at him mercilessly. Did Sendon think about his question? Connor said with a smile, "No, I eat and drink at Quint's house, so I don't care about you."

The young couple over there were chatting, and Hyperion helped Quint tidy up. After dinner was over, he had no reason to bother.

Kunt sent him to the door, and the evening breeze blew the corners of their clothes and hair.Tonight is the lonely moon night once a month. The second and third phase moons are shrouded in the shadow of the capital star, and the β Cetus star Tusikong is shining alone in the southern night sky, facing the huge phase moon one far away.

Behind him was the warm light of the house. Under the night, Quint looked the same as before. Hyperion raised his hand to fiddle with a strand of his soft black hair, and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving."

"See you tomorrow." Connor's voice was faintly heard in the distance, and Quint smiled at Hyperion, watching him get on the aircraft.

As the aircraft took off, the house with the courtyard and the duplex loft disappeared out of the window, Hyperion finally couldn't bear it any longer, and clutched his left shoulder and groaned in pain.

His left shoulder joint was seriously injured in the battle with Etes. Although it has healed, the bone pain will still hurt more than other places when it strikes.

A dark red jumping fly crawled on the main console, dragging out a wet trail, Hyperion ignored the Zerg that appeared in his hallucination, set the target at his own home, frowning, The flesh-colored larvae on his body swept to the ground.

The winter jasmine flowers on the street lost their soft colors, and Muze showed the first lavender flowers among the dark green branches, announcing the end of spring.

Midsummer is coming.