The Two Musketeers

The feeling of touching your lips with your hands is completely different from that of touching them with your lips.

Even more so when using your tongue.

This time when they kissed, Hanyu was not just supporting him. He became proactive and eager. He wrapped his tongue around Zheng Cheng's lower lip and sucked it like him.

The spread of the tremor caused the range of the kiss to gradually expand. More and more kisses fell on Zheng Cheng's cheeks, corners of his eyes, earlobes, and shoulders. Hanyu carefully avoided his neck, which was known to be ticklish.

The last time Hanyu leaned on him, Zheng Cheng knew that besides itching, his neck had other sensations.

He gently pushed him away.

He looked at Zheng Cheng with blurred and confused eyes, but stepped back obediently.

"Here," Zheng Cheng's fingers slid down along her earlobe and slowly slid towards her collarbone, "Do you want to kiss it?"

"I do." There was a burning look in Hanyu's eyes.

"Kiss."

I like Hanyu and want to make him happy.

The obedient kiss fell on Zheng Cheng's earlobe and moved downward along the line he had just drawn.

He thought he needed to hold his breath and be patient, but Zheng Cheng began to moan uncontrollably from the moment his hot lips and tongue moved around. Every kiss made him tremble and made him want more.

"That's enough. Let's go take a shower, together, hurry up." He finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him away, panting. "Go to the guest room, and come to me in the master bedroom after you're done. Remember to blow-dry your hair."

The bathroom in the master bedroom is hidden inside the cloakroom, and several sliding doors are installed to prevent moisture.

Taking a bath is Zheng Cheng’s way of relaxing before going to bed. The bathroom is very large, with a washbasin area separated by dry and wet areas and a daybed sofa.

Usually after taking a bath, he would lie down on the sofa behind the sink for a while, wait until the water on his body was almost absorbed by the bathrobe, and then go to the cloakroom to change into pajamas.

If I suddenly have an attack at home, I can hide here without being seen by the servants.

But today he washed very impatiently.

The facial cleanser was almost used up. He pressed it a few times but nothing came out, so he just shot a three-pointer into the trash can.

No need to wash my face! I didn’t go out again today.

Even so, when he rushed out, Hanyu was already blow-drying his hair in front of his sink.

"? Did you come out after getting wet?" Zheng Cheng was still wearing a hair drying cap.

Hanyu smiled and turned off the hair dryer, then waved to him, "Can I blow dry your hair? Come here."

"I usually do this kind of thing myself." Zheng Cheng was a little resistant.

"Come on, let's have some romance." Hanyu pulled him in front of the mirror and pulled his hat.

The wet hair draped over his shoulders made Zheng Cheng's facial features look even more vivid. His already bright forehead and peach blossom eyes were even a little shy, and the blush on his cheeks could be seen in the mirror.

"So cute, and a little shy." Hu Hanyu pinched his face.

"No, I'm just..." The hair dryer hummed on, and he had to shout at the top of his lungs, "The shower is hot! Can you please let me finish, Hu Hanyu?"

"Ah, what did you say?" Hanyu turned off the hair dryer.

"Forget it, just blow it, quickly." Zheng Cheng was speechless.

Why does the mood change when it comes to him? Zheng Cheng thought while looking in the mirror.

The main reason was that Hanyu was too serious about playing the flute. He was always trying to identify which parts were not dry enough. He was so focused on playing the flute that he kept striving for perfection. He didn't hear anything else and was only focused on playing Zheng Chengtou.

Zheng Cheng is completely different because he has nothing to do.

Hanyu simply didn't wear a shirt today and put on a new pair of underwear. He stood there fearlessly, pulling Zheng Cheng's hair with a focused look.

This figure is so sexy.

In particular, there were bruises under his ribs, and the wounds on his arms were all pink new skin after the scabs fell off. The hot wind made him squint his eyes and concentrate, comparable to a firefighter washing a police dog.

Sexy, sexy all over.

If Zheng Cheng was not the police dog now.

It took him a while to notice that he was about to be blown into a frizzy-haired lion dog.

"That's enough, that's enough. You can go on stage and sing rock and roll directly with your hair puffed up." Zheng Cheng stopped the call, covering his hair.

"It should be all dried." The sexy firefighter even checked it with her hands.

Did you just lift up the hair and touch it with your hand?

It really feels like blowing the hair of a pet.

Never mind, he has a good figure.

"Your ribs haven't healed completely yet." Zheng Cheng touched the bruise.

"Well, it's grown. It won't hurt as long as you don't use too much force." Hu Hanyu also touched it himself.

"It's hard to be pressed down by someone so fast, unless you clamp them with your legs. Who would do that?" Zheng Cheng was puzzled.

Hanyu looked at him for a long time without saying anything, just waiting.

"Huh?!" Zheng Cheng reacted and suddenly slapped him, "You are sick, Hu Hanyu."

"I didn't say a word. You're just imagining things," Hanyu said, grabbing his hand. "It's like a self-heating hot pot. Just add some water and it boils suddenly."

"Nonsense! I'm a serious person! What nonsense! I won't put my legs around your waist." Zheng Cheng felt like he was boiling with anger when he thought about what he was going to do.

This time it’s not a hot bath.

Hu Hanyu's gaze swept from his face to the collar of Zheng Cheng's bathrobe, which had been torn open during the play, and the V-shaped opening spread all the way to his upper abdomen.

"You're... just wearing a bathrobe?" Hanyu pinched his shoulder.

"What else? What to wear after taking a shower? A down jacket?" Zheng Cheng replied unhappily.

"I haven't seen it yet." Hanyu said, "You."

Zheng Cheng was afraid of being strangled, so he usually wore clothes with low necklines, but his swimsuits were all long-sleeved and sun-protective, so he had indeed never exposed his upper body in front of Hanyu.

"What's so good about me..." Zheng Cheng glanced at Hanyu's muscular chest and said, "I don't go to the gym."

"I won't go either. I learned this from helping my dad move goods." Hanyu noticed his gaze and laughed smugly, "Well, look at you."

He reached his hand into Zheng Cheng's bathrobe.

Zheng Cheng took a step back and stood at the door of the cloakroom.

"What? A paper tiger." Hanyu's hand was still hanging in the air, and he shook his head and laughed.

Pop.

The lights were dimmed, leaving only a light strip.

"Is it paper or flesh? Don't tell me too soon." Zheng Cheng turned off the light and picked up the remote control next to the switch. "Don't you like a little romance? Here you go."

The speakers embedded in the four corners of the wall vibrated, and soft electronic music with drum beats played. The ambient lights flashed with the rhythm, like the gauze in the hands of a dancer, swaying lightly, making the concealment more obvious.

Zheng Cheng threw the remote control onto the sofa and said, "Go sit down."

The soft light from the light strips concealed the emotions on the boys' faces, but magnified their desire.

"Have you...always been playing like this?" Hanyu asked in a hoarse voice.

Zheng Cheng walked slowly towards him and stopped one step away.

"I haven't played it before. I just listen to music while taking a bath." He circled his fingers around the belt twice and slowly pulled it outwards. "I told you, I'm a genius."

The female voice in the speakers was smoky and followed the rhythm of the damp drums. The bathrobe slid down inch by inch, and the warm light from the light strip outlined Zheng Cheng's exquisite waist.

He said he never went to the gym, but he didn't say he won a gold medal in the butterfly stroke in high school.

Although he hasn't trained for several years, the slender muscle lines developed in the water are still there.

The slender waist and thin muscles that were usually hidden under the loose deconstructed top were now slowly revealed to Hanyu with moisture.

"Does it look good?" Zheng Cheng leaned forward, the dim light and shadow caressing his flawless skin, concealing his nervousness and anticipation.

Hanyu's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he was speechless for a moment.

The person in front of him was several times more beautiful than in his dreams and imagination. Hanyu never thought that Zheng Cheng would reveal himself so generously and frankly.

The same is true of Hanyu in Zheng Cheng's eyes.

The fire burning in his eyes and the sharpness that he had been deliberately hiding were now displayed on his face without reservation.

The light and shadow added a fierce and aggressive look to her facial features, and her whole body was tense, like an arrow on a string, waiting for his order.

"Hanyu," Zheng Cheng loosened his grip and the bathrobe fell to the ground.

"Hold me."

…

Hanyu lay on his side on the bed, kissing Zheng Cheng's shoulders, ears, and hair one by one, and buried his face in his back.

"Are you still savoring it?" Zheng Cheng smiled with his eyes closed, feeling the heat behind him.

"Aren't you savoring it?" Hu Hanyu asked him back.

"Of course I am." Zheng Cheng didn't argue. Now he couldn't be stubborn. "Isn't it really that different to let someone else do this?"

"It's impossible to be the same." Hanyu said, "Your palms are so hot, I almost couldn't help it..."

"Shut up, don't say anything." Zheng Cheng turned around and covered his mouth, then suddenly raised his head to listen to something.

"Hmm?" Hu Hanyu made a puzzled sound.

"Shh, I'm listening to see if my speakers are turned off." Zheng Cheng tilted his head seriously to find the sound of the subwoofer.

He had so much fun just now that in the end he couldn't hear any sound except his own.

"Yeah." Hanyu nodded and pointed at himself.

"Did you lock it up? When?" Zheng Cheng finally let him go.

"I turned it off a long time ago," Hanyu said. "The bass was so loud I couldn't hear you clearly."

"Did I say anything?" Zheng Cheng had no idea.

"No," Hanyu touched his face, "You just... sound pretty nice."

"You'd better shut up." Zheng Cheng covered his mouth again.

To be honest, he didn't remember much of the scene. He only knew that Hanyu pushed him onto the sofa. He only remembered the feeling of the burning expansion that was like a lit fuse, and it couldn't be stopped at all before it exploded.

Fortunately, it is near the sink, so it is easy to clean up.

"Shouldn't I be sleepy after the event? Why am I so energetic?" Zheng Cheng leaned on Hu Hanyu's shoulder and saw that he also had his eyes open. "Are you unable to sleep either?"

"I'm very sleepy." Hu Hanyu blinked, tried to open his eyes wide, and sat up. "But I have an idea that I want to try."

"What?" Zheng Cheng asked.

"Are you crazy about cooking?"

When he saw Hu Hanyu carrying the rice cooker from the kitchen upstairs and placing it on the dressing table in Zheng Cheng's bedroom, he really thought this man was crazy.

"Mrs. Zhang said today that you would fall asleep while she was cooking rice." Hu Hanyu said, "You slept well on the sofa in Hainan, and I was the one cooking both times."

"Do you think this is related?" Zheng Cheng didn't quite believe it, but he immediately remembered something that he had ignored for so many years.

"I collapsed in your kitchen at that time. Were you also cooking?" he asked.

"I've forgotten a little, but the first thing we did when we reopened our shop after the holiday was definitely to cook." Hu Hanyu recalled carefully, "Yes, I washed the rice first, and it should have been cooking for a while when I came to feed you."

They fell back onto the bed and waited quietly for the rice cooker to start working and the aroma of rice to waft out.

Hanyu held Zheng Cheng in his arms, and Zheng Cheng curled up like a child and put his legs on him.

"Say something." Zheng Cheng said, "I'm a little nervous."

"What do you say?" Hanyu seemed unprepared and thought for a moment, "Well... I had a great time today. I met Grandma Zhang and played games, some restricted games at that."

"Oh, by the way, you haven't done it in a while, right? Or is it always so much?" Zheng Cheng suddenly interrupted, "I don't do it much either, but not as much as you..."

"Now it's your turn to shut up." Hu Hanyu covered his mouth. "You just opened your mouth and bombed like that. How dare you call yourself a serious person?"

Zheng Cheng suppressed his laughter.