Hearing You Say Love chapter 60
Provocation
The thought of a completely unfamiliar environment made Su Ming feel extremely anxious and scared. He didn’t want this question to linger between them; he needed to reject it clearly now.
He was pressed down, unable to sign so he shook his head desperately to express his opposition, struggling under Zou Beiyuan’s body, wishing his whole being could loudly protest.
“Don’t squirm,” Zou Beiyuan almost couldn’t hold him down, “If you squirm more, I’ll get hard.”
Su Ming: …
So he squirmed even more.
Zou Beiyuan grabbed his wrists with one hand, lifted them above his head, pressed him down onto the pillow, and leaned in to kiss him.
Su Ming was enveloped in Zou Beiyuan’s warm breath, and finally stopped squirming, tilting his head to respond quietly.
As the sun gradually moved westward, their blurred figures overlapped on the milky white wall.
Tiny dust particles danced in the light, reflecting a golden hue.
After kissing for a long time, Su Ming clearly felt Zou Beiyuan’s heat and hardness pressing against his thigh. He turned his head to breathe, pushing against Zou Beiyuan’s shoulders, gesturing for him to go take a shower.
Zou Beiyuan’s breathing was heavy, his gaze locking onto Su Ming with a fierce intensity as he bit his lip and asked, “Do you know what we’re going to do next?”
Su Ming thought this virgin was really talking too much. He pulled his hands out of Zou Beiyuan’s grasp, made his left hand into a loose fist, extended his right index finger, looked into Zou Beiyuan’s eyes, and slowly inserted the index finger into the fist, making a very explicit gesture.
Zou Beiyuan’s breath suddenly tightened, as if he had been holding back for a long time, and he directly lifted Su Ming from the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
Their clothes were removed and casually tossed on the floor. In the short distance from the room to the bathroom, they tore at each other like animals.
Su Ming ripped off the patch on Zou Beiyuan’s neck that was meant to cover the bite marks and hickeys, and Zou Beiyuan remembered to take off Su Ming’s cochlear implant and put it away before entering the bathroom.
The bathroom was very small, and the two of them felt very cramped inside together.
Su Ming had left his slippers in the room and, completely naked, hugged Zou Beiyuan’s shoulders, standing barefoot on the tops of Zou Beiyuan’s feet.
He felt Zou Beiyuan’s chest vibrating and lifted his eyes to look at Zou Beiyuan’s lips, but Zou Beiyuan remained silent.
With his hair pushed back, Su Ming looked up and saw a strong, beast-like desire in Zou Beiyuan’s eyes that made his heart skip a beat.
Warm water cascaded down, and Su Ming closed his eyes, obediently and softly surrendering himself to Zou Beiyuan’s control.
Zou Beiyuan still didn’t want Su Ming to be in pain, but this alluring version of Su Ming was too tempting, making him unable to resist, slowly drawing out his inherent desire and fierceness deep within.
The hair and body of the person in his arms became soaked with water—pale, slender, fragile, yet with a deadly allure, like a mermaid emerging from the deep sea onto land.
The mermaid exchanged their voice with a witch for legs, just to meet Zou Beiyuan here; how could Zou Beiyuan bear to let him turn into mere foam?
So, although he wanted to be rough, his kisses and touches remained gentle.
Without his cochlear implant, Su Ming couldn’t hear any sounds. With his eyes closed, he had also lost his sight, making his body feel unusually sensitive.
He had originally thought that Zou Beiyuan, inexperienced as he was, wouldn’t know what to do and might need guidance. But Zou Beiyuan seemed to be far from clueless, even displaying techniques that surprised Su Ming.
Distracted, he wondered briefly how Zou Beiyuan knew these things, if he had perhaps secretly watched something. But soon enough, he had no energy left to think about anything else.
Unaware of how loud or shameless he sounded without his implant, Su Ming unconsciously made a lot of noise. Gradually, he found it hard to breathe, his legs turning weak, and he needed Zou Beiyuan to hold him so he wouldn’t slide to the floor.
When the hot water finally stopped, Su Ming opened his eyes, and this time, as Zou Beiyuan’s chest vibrated, he saw him say, “I’ll carry you back to the room.”
The room, along with Su Ming, was left in disarray by Zou Beiyuan, with Su Ming crying several times, and Zou Beiyuan stopping each time to kiss him.
At one point, Zou Beiyuan went to the living room to get Su Ming some water because he could hear that his voice had become hoarse.
Su Ming lay in the tangled sheets, his eyes red, looking a bit wronged.
Zou Beiyuan, a bit helpless, took a sip of water and kissed him, passing the water to him and helping him drink a few sips.
The room grew dim, and kneeling on the bed, they could see the evening glow against the blue sky. Su Ming’s window faced the river with no buildings outside, so they hadn’t drawn the curtains all afternoon, letting the breeze come in, sending a cool shiver over their skin.
They used up an entire bottle of lube, filling the room with the sweet scent of strawberries.
After many attempts, it still hurt unbearably, and Zou Beiyuan was ready to give up. He said to Su Ming, “Forget it, it’s too painful for you.”
Su Ming, kneeling with his hips raised and his back arched, turned to look at Zou Beiyuan with tear-swollen eyes and made a challenging hand gesture: Are you seriously not capable?
Not long after, Su Ming’s elbows gave out, and he was pressed face-down into the mattress, letting out an unconscious sound. Zou Beiyuan pulled him up, positioning him to face the window, put on his cochlear implant, and whispered words that he wouldn’t normally say.
Perhaps because Su Ming had cried so hard, Zou Beiyuan’s heart softened. This time, he didn’t force him to speak, easily giving him what he wanted.
In the end, Su Ming cried and left stains on the sheets, and then he was thoroughly stimulated and filled by Zou Beiyuan.
They collapsed into each other, catching their breath for a long time, sweat mingling with other traces, leaving them sticky and exhausted.
Zou Beiyuan’s heartbeat pressed against Su Ming’s back, making Su Ming want to call his name and say “I like you.”
But the urge rose in his chest multiple times, and yet his voice wouldn’t cooperate, preventing him from saying a single meaningful word correctly.
Zou Beiyuan kissed his ear from behind, touched his face, and noticed it was wet, immediately propping himself up, asking with guilt, “Does it still hurt?”
Su Ming wasn’t crying because of pain, but he couldn’t explain it, burying his face in the pillow, sobbing softly. Zhou Beiyuan kissed his ear, saying “I’m sorry” repeatedly.
As dusk settled outside, Zhou Beiyuan carried Su Ming to take a bath, helped him change into pajamas, and brought him to rest on his own bed in his apartment, as Su Ming’s bed had become too messy to sleep in.
Zhou Beiyuan checked Su Ming’s condition, noticing redness and some bleeding, and apologized repeatedly as he carefully applied ointment.
When he was about to apply medicine on Su Ming’s chest, Su Ming slapped his hand away.
Exhausted and sore all over, he turned his back to Zhou Beiyuan, just wanting to close his eyes and sleep endlessly.
Zhou Beiyuan, unable to do much, pinched his earlobe and said, “I’ll go get you something to eat. Remember to eat when you wake up. You can sleep here tonight. I’ll be back later to clean up your room.”
With his face buried in the blanket, Su Ming nodded slightly, falling asleep before Zhou Beiyuan even left the room.
In the evening, rain began to fall, pattering lightly. Su Ming opened his eyes to a dim, misty view.
For some reason, Zhou Beiyuan’s room seemed vast and empty, walls stretching endlessly, and the gray bed sheets covered the entire floor.
Su Ming, barefoot in his pajamas, stood there, surrounded by a cacophony of voices from all directions.
In the distance, he saw a boxing ring with two people competing. He couldn’t see their faces clearly from afar, but he knew one of them was Zhou Beiyuan.
Zou Beiyuan was fierce and undefeated. Every punch he threw was met with loud cheers from the crowd.
The opponent was quickly knocked down, and the referee raised Zhou Beiyuan’s right hand to declare victory.
The crowd shouted Zou Beiyuan’s name in unison, their voices deafening.
Su Ming was influenced by the surging crowd and, without thinking, shouted along with them.
“Su Ming.”
Someone behind him called his name.
Su Ming turned around and saw his father. His father looked coldly at him and said, “You sound awful, don’t speak again.”
“No,” Su Ming hurriedly tried to explain. “I can hear now, I can correct my pronunciation. I can speak like a normal person.”
His father still looked at him coldly, his tone filled with disdain: “You sound strange, don’t say anything else. You’ll make us embarrassed in front of others.”
At that moment, Su Ming felt himself shrinking, becoming as small as he was at nine years old, looking up to his father. His father took young Su Mo’s hand and left, leaving him standing there alone.
Turning around to search for Zou Beiyuan, Su Ming saw that he was now far away, surrounded by a cheering crowd. The room grew darker and larger, and the nine-year-old Su Ming could never quite catch up. The noise disappeared, the crowd faded, and the world fell silent as he saw Zou Beiyuan far in the distance waving goodbye. Feeling a dull ache in his chest, Su Ming suddenly woke up.
By now, it was completely dark. The room felt gray and gloomy, much like his dream, and Su Ming reached out with a bit of fear to turn on the bedside lamp. The room lit up and became familiar again. Checking his phone beside the pillow, he saw it was already ten o’clock. Zou Beiyuan was likely still training.
On his phone, there were a few messages from Zou Beiyuan:
Zou Beiyuan: [I bought you some porridge. Warm it in the microwave and eat it when you wake up.]
Zou Beiyuan: [If you’re still in pain, feel free to hit me when I get back. But don’t cry.]
Zou Beiyuan: [I’ll be gentler next time.]
Su Ming lay back on the pillow, about to reply to his messages, but even a slight movement reminded him of his soreness. Fear faded from his heart, replaced by a mixture of shame and frustration. He wanted to reply, “You jerk, there won’t be a next time!” But instead, he sent:
[It doesn’t hurt. But I kind of miss you.]Author’s Note:
Finally, I can start having more fun!
The much-anticipated 3xl still hasn’t been used~ next time, for sure.