Hearing You Say Love

Hearing You Say Love chapter 48

Mmm

It was past midnight, but Su Ming still hadn’t messaged him, so Zou Beiyuan went over and rang his doorbell but there was no response.

Standing at the door, he sent Su Ming a message: [I’m here. Open the door.]

After waiting a few minutes with no reply, he tried calling, but no one picked up.

Zou Beiyuan wondered if Su Ming’s cochlear implant had run out of battery.

Since he was home, there shouldn’t be any danger.

But he quickly became anxious—what if something happened? There were so many dangerous things at home, like fire, electricity, and gas.

He looked at the fingerprint lock on Su Ming’s door, briefly considering whether he should break in.

Just as he hesitated between calling someone to unlock the door or breaking it down, his phone received a message from Su Ming on WeChat.

Su Ming: [The code is 10112309, just come in, help… crying emoji]

Seeing the first part of the message made Zou Beiyuan smile, but the second half almost stopped his heart.

He immediately entered the password, went inside, and found Su Ming in the lit-up bathroom.

Su Ming, in his pajamas and barefoot, was sitting on the wet bathroom floor, with his hair still dripping, clearly just having finished a shower.

The damp air was filled with a pleasant citrus scent.

Seeing the scene, Zou Beiyuan understood what had happened. With a worried look, he lifted Su Ming off the floor, carried him to the sofa, and checked for injuries.

As for the issue of violating their agreement to only shower at Zou Beiyuan’s place, they’d deal with that later.

Having just finished his shower, Su Ming hadn’t put on his cochlear implant yet. To avoid missing anything Zou Beiyuan said, he kept his gaze on his lips, but Zou Beiyuan remained silent and expressionless, as if a bit displeased.

Sitting on the sofa, Su Ming watched as Zou Beiyuan knelt on one knee, gently holding his swollen ankle.

Zou Beiyuan pressed on the bruised area around Su Ming’s right ankle. It was a bit discolored, though pressing on it now didn’t really hurt.

After the shower, he had been putting on his clothes and was about to grab a towel to dry his hair when he noticed his phone lighting up on the windowsill with a call from Zou Beiyuan.

Trying to get to the phone, he hopped over on one foot, accidentally kicking off his slipper and slipping on the wet floor, resulting in a fall.

His ankle was fine; it was his butt that took the hit.

He reached for his phone on the windowsill and, when sending Zou Beiyuan the door code, had purposely added a crying emoji, hoping for some sympathy.

He had his reasons for not wanting to go over.

After all, doing nothing in that big bed or bath seemed pointless.

The ankle injury was inconvenient, but if it hadn’t been for that, he would have taken the initiative…

After checking his ankle, Zou Beiyuan looked up and asked him, “Your ankle’s fine. Where else did you get hurt?”

Reading his lips carefully, Su Ming picked up his phone and typed: [I landed on my butt.]

Su Ming: “Would you like to check it?”

Zou Beiyuan: “…”

They stared at each other for half a minute before Zou Beiyuan ordered softly, “Take off your pants and lie down.”

Obediently, Su Ming did as instructed.

His beige pajama pants slipped down to his knees, revealing his rounded butt covered in white boxers. Relaxing, he lay face down on the sofa, his curves beautifully outlined.

His shirt lifted slightly, revealing the dip of his waist and a small, faint line down his spine that disappeared under his waistband.

The boxers covered about half, leaving the other half exposed – white, round, and firm, a sight that… Zou Beiyuan forced himself to look away. Then he noticed a red and bruised area on the left side of Su Ming’s lower backside.

He touched the bruise lightly before getting up and leaving.

Su Ming felt his touch, then saw him leave the room altogether.

Su Ming: ???

So you’re just going to leave after that?

Fine, if he liked restraint that much, then kissing and touching would be off-limits until his ankle healed. He’d write his pen name backward if he broke this promise.

Frustrated, Su Ming pulled up his pants and moved to dry his hair.

The damp hair clung to his pajama collar, wetting it. Bending over, he combed his hair forward, impatiently cranking the dryer up to full power.

As he dried his hair, a pair of slippers appeared in his slightly obstructed view – the feet were tanned, with well-defined muscles, leading up to a pair of black shorts.

Looking up, Su Ming saw the hair dryer being taken from his hand.

Expressionless, Zou Beiyuan stood before him, drying his hair as he had done the night before.

With a familiar and careful motion, he ran his fingers through Su Ming’s hair, causing much less discomfort than last night.

Yet, his face remained cold, clearly still upset.

Su Ming noticed a transparent box of various medications on the coffee table, probably brought over by Zou Beiyuan.

So he had gone to get medicine.

Su Ming: …

Once his hair and collar were dry, Zou Beiyuan fetched his cochlear implant and fitted it for him.

“Can you hear me?” Zou Beiyuan, tall and imposing, asked as he looked down at him.

Su Ming looked up and nodded, noticing Zou Beiyuan’s clenched jaw and the faintly stern look he cast downward, thinking he looked incredibly handsome when he was angry.

He wanted, so badly, to instigate a “heated reconciliation.”

“Take off your pants and lie down.” Zou Beiyuan commanded again.

Slowly, Su Ming turned to pull down his pants but then heard him add, “No need to remove your boxers.”

Su Ming: …

Oh.

Lying face down on the sofa, he caught a whiff of medicinal oil before feeling Zou Beiyuan’s hands apply pressure to the bruised area.

Zou Beiyuan’s hands were as large as the man himself; they could cover one side of Su Ming’s butt completely. And with his dark skin tone, the contrast as he applied pressure to Su Ming’s fair skin created a unique visual tension.

Though not artistically inclined, even Zou Beiyuan felt his pulse quicken at the sight, forcing himself to concentrate on the bruised area.

Su Ming could feel the broad, calloused hands massaging his bruised backside. It ached a little, but rather than pain, it was Zou Beiyuan’s touch that proved more unsettling.

With his face buried in his arms, Su Ming felt his breathing quicken. At one point, Zou Beiyuan applied extra pressure, causing him to gasp audibly.

After a while, that hand left, and Su Ming turned his head to look, his gaze locking with Zou Beiyuan’s for a moment.

Su Ming’s eyes were red at the corners, a bit misty, his whole expression practically pleading, “Come on, bully me.”

But the “little wolf” wasn’t swayed today. He put away the medicinal oil, took two tissues to wipe his hands, and then coldly helped Su Ming pull his pants up.

“You should go to sleep. I’m heading back,” Zou Beiyuan said, without much expression.

But Su Ming wasn’t about to let him go so easily.

He propped himself up on the sofa and slowly made his way toward the room. His right ankle was much better and could gently touch the ground to help him keep his balance.

When he put weight on it, there was a slight sting, so he furrowed his brows and exaggerated the pain, looking at Zou Beiyuan with a pitiful gaze.

Then, he heard Zou Beiyuan click his tongue, take a big step over, and scoop him up in one motion.

With his plan succeeding, Su Ming wrapped his arms around Zou Beiyuan’s neck, leaning closely into his warm, solid chest.

Zou Beiyuan set him on the bed but Su Ming’s hands around his neck didn’t let go, Zou Beiyuan’s cold expression softened as he asked, “What’s this? Didn’t you say you didn’t even want to sleep next to me?”

Su Ming lifted his chin, and Zou Beiyuan thought he was going to kiss him.

But instead, Su Ming hooked his leg around his waist, wrapping both legs around him, trying to press him down onto the bed with considerable force.

That amount of force was nothing but a tickle for Zou Beiyuan, but the 88-kg light heavyweight boxer still allowed himself to be gently pushed over.

Su Ming claimed an easy victory.

Maintaining his hold around Zou Beiyuan’s neck, he leaned close, eyes on Zou Beiyuan’s lips—a clear signal: I’m about to kiss you.

Zou Beiyuan responded by slightly parting his lips, lying relaxed on Su Ming’s pillow, letting him kiss him.

Su Ming’s tongue explored gently, finding his sharp canine tooth and teasing it with his tongue as if playing with his tooth rather than kissing, making Zou Beiyuan think of the Rabbit Zhen that liked to lick Wolf Jue’s fur.

Su Ming’s medium-length hair fell, brushing against Zou Beiyuan’s face. The mingled breaths carried a citrus fragrance.

Unable to resist any longer, Zou Beiyuan began responding, taking control of the kiss with a quiet but irresistible strength. Su Ming’s initial calm faded as Zou Beiyuan’s intensity grew, leaving him breathless.

Su Ming, propping himself up on his elbows, tilted his head back to escape, but Zou Beiyuan’s big hand supported the back of his neck, pressing him down again.

Su Ming felt that although he appeared to be on top, in reality, he was even more passive than if he were underneath, entirely under Zou Beiyuan’s control.

Zou Beiyuan held his head, deepening the kiss more and more suggestively. Su Ming softened, collapsing until he could no longer hold himself up on his elbows, lying limply on top of Zou Beiyuan.

One of his hands grasped Zou Beiyuan’s arm, while the other clutched the bedsheet, his palms sweating.

The air grew warm, and the skin of the two pressed together felt hot.

Su Ming felt his thighs growing slightly sweaty where he straddled Zou Beiyuan. He shifted, moving slightly downward, and then felt something pressing against the spot he had recently injured his butt.

A tingling sensation traveled up his spine, making him freeze.

Zou Beiyuan clearly realized what he was pressing against, his eyes meeting Su Ming’s for a moment before he turned his head aside, ears slightly red.

He coughed to cover it up, grasping Su Ming’s waist and moving him off of himself, saying, “I’ll go to the bathroom for a moment.”

Su Ming: …

Can he really hold back like this?

Is he from some village of restraint?

As Zou Beiyuan braced himself on the bed to get up, Su Ming suddenly pressed down on his neck and leaned over to nibble his ear. Zou Beiyuan stopped moving.

Su Ming’s hand traced down his neck, over his chest, abdomen, stopping just below his navel, his fingers slowly finding the waistband of Zou Beiyuan’s black shorts and starting to undo them very slowly.

Zou Beiyuan’s breathing grew heavier, bending his leg and turning to touch Su Ming’s face, grabbing Su Ming’s chin and kissing him again.

Su Ming, while knowledgeable in theory, had only practiced these skills in comics, with no actual experience touching anyone in real life.

After grasping Zou Beiyuan, he felt at a bit of a loss.

The warmth and feel of the little wolf were beyond his expectations, and although he was mentally prepared, actually holding him left him feeling weak.

Su Ming tried to look down, but Zou Beiyuan quickly lifted his chin, keeping his head up.

With no particular method, they held each other like this for a while, Zou Beiyuan’s breathing growing heavier, pushing down his waistband, his big hand covering Su Ming’s, guiding him.

Su Ming heard his own heart beating loudly, his face and body growing warm, while Zou Beiyuan’s kisses left him breathless.

Gradually, Zou Beiyuan pressed him down, his grip tightening to the point where Su Ming thought his fingers might be crushed.

Why is this taking so long…

Exhausted, he tried to pull his hand away, but Zou Beiyuan quickly pulled it back, pressing it down again.

Su Ming felt like his brain had disconnected, his mind drifting, as if he knew nothing, staring at the ceiling light over Zou Beiyuan’s shoulder.

Their hands overlapped, Su Ming gasping for breath as if drowning, tilting his head away from Zou Beiyuan’s lips, desperately inhaling oxygen.

Zou Beiyuan chased him for a kiss, asking in gasping tones if he wanted it, if he felt good, if he liked it.

Su Ming kept dodging, refusing to answer, until, left with no choice, he finally let out a few quiet sounds from his throat.

Near the end, Zou Beiyuan’s grip was firm, his kisses intense, leaving Su Ming in a daze.

“Does it feel good?”

“Do you like it?”

Zou Beiyuan kept asking him, as if he would let him float in this daze without letting him come down unless he answered.

Su Ming, barely conscious, mumbled incoherently, his toes curling into the bedsheets, before finally letting out a clear “Mmm.”

Zou Beiyuan paused, his voice hoarse with restrained delight, and he repeated, as if to confirm, “Tell me, do you like it?”

Su Ming furrowed his brow and gave another “Mm.”

Finally, he let out a long “Mm,” burying his face in Zou Beiyuan’s shoulder, letting the bliss envelop him completely.

When they separated, Su Ming was utterly exhausted, his body soft and limp.

Neither wanted to take a shower, so Zou Beiyuan used a wet wipe to clean them both up before pulling Su Ming into his embrace.

He glanced at the phone on the pillow beside him; it was nearly 2 a.m.

“Sleep now.”

Zou Beiyuan kissed Su Ming’s forehead. Just before sleep took over, he remembered he’d forgotten something.

He woke up the nearly asleep Su Ming, lightly tapped his nose, and whispered, “Baby, you were amazing.”

Author’s Note:

Silly wolf.

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