TMDP CH 47

Chapter 47: Comfort Service

Xia Ye lay limply in Han Mingxiu’s embrace, his heart having already surrendered, though his mouth still held its stubbornness. “One night for a million-dollar, and I might consider you.”

“Deal,” Han Mingxiu replied.

He gently laid Xia Ye down on the bed and leaned over him. Supporting himself so as not to press his full weight down, Han Mingxiu was caught off guard when Xia Ye hooked his leg around his waist, pulling him closer and pressing them together. At that moment, Xia Ye let out a soft, satisfied sigh.

Han Mingxiu gazed down at Xia Ye, whose eyes were now hazy, and couldn’t resist lowering his lips for a kiss. This kiss—nearly seven years apart—made both of them lose themselves in the moment. Was it always this sweet? Had it always been this intoxicating?

They hungrily nipped and tugged at each other’s lips, attacking and retreating in turn. Lips pressed against lips, tongues intertwined, noses brushed, and teeth bumped. Their mouths explored every inch of each other, tasting the sweetness of saliva, exchanging breaths, and drawing closer still.

The kiss, both gentle and stormy, soothed yet intruded. It was an intense, passionate battle—a mix of rivalry and tenderness—as if each was challenging the other to see who could endure longer. Neither wanted to be the first to pull away.

In the end, it was Xia Ye who surrendered. Dizzy and overwhelmed, he let out a soft nasal hum, feeling as though he might faint. Amid the frenzied exchange, Han Mingxiu felt a small push against his chest and finally broke the kiss.

Both of them gasped for air like fish out of water. Xia Ye’s face was flushed, his breathing rapid, and the corners of his eyes were tinged red, carrying a hint of grievance. Han Mingxiu lovingly cupped his face, brushing against his reddened eyes, and placed another gentle kiss there, tasting a trace of salt.

“Don’t cry,” Han Mingxiu said softly.

“Who’s crying?” Xia Ye snapped, turning his head away in frustration.

Han Mingxiu, unwilling to let him go, stroked his hair gently, only to realize that it was still damp and cold. Xia Ye had clearly taken a cold shower earlier and hadn’t dried his hair before opening the door. Forcing himself to pull away, Han Mingxiu wrapped Xia Ye snugly in a blanket. However, Xia Ye clung stubbornly to Han Mingxiu’s waist with his legs, refusing to let him leave, twisting and struggling.

“Be good. Let’s dry your hair first,” Han Mingxiu coaxed, despite the obvious tension in his body. Holding back his desires, he went to fetch a hairdryer to dry Xia Ye’s hair.

Xia Ye’s hair wasn’t very long, so it didn’t take much time to dry. Still, Han Mingxiu wasn’t satisfied and made sure to warm Xia Ye’s hands and feet with the hairdryer as well.

As he held Xia Ye’s pale, delicate ankle to warm it, Xia Ye suddenly kicked him, catching him off guard and nearly sending him tumbling off the bed.

Xia Ye, his voice weak and breathless, called out with hazy, reddened eyes, “Are you coming or not? If you can’t handle it, get me someone else.”

“Sir, I’ll make you feel good,” Han Mingxiu said, tossing the hairdryer aside. He stood at the edge of the bed, performing a slow strip tease.

His shirt was already disheveled, with one side untucked and the other still tucked into his waistband. Fixing his gaze on Xia Ye, Han Mingxiu’s slender fingers unfastened each button one by one, moving from the bottom up. After undoing the shirt buttons, he moved to the cuffs.

Xia Ye, sitting on the bed, grew impatient as he watched Han Mingxiu leisurely unbutton his shirt. Frustrated, he grabbed Han Mingxiu’s tie, which was still knotted, and pulled him forward, stealing another kiss.

Han Mingxiu, drawn in by the tug, sat on the edge of the bed and cupped Xia Ye’s head as he kissed him. This time, the kiss was short-lived. Han Mingxiu moved his lips away, trailing kisses down Xia Ye’s cheeks and earlobes. The light, deliberate licks sent shivers through Xia Ye, making him squirm. The glands on the back of Xia Ye’s neck swelled with excitement, releasing waves of sweetness that made the Alpha even more frenzied.

Han Mingxiu’s lips descended to the back of Xia Ye’s neck, where he licked the swollen gland. His tongue tasted the fine sheen of sweat on Xia Ye’s skin—it was as sweet as honey, melting on his tongue. The concentrated pheromones there drove Han Mingxiu wild with desire.

In between, he stripped off his obstructing tie and shirt, tossing them to the floor. Xia Ye’s bathrobe had already come loose, revealing a significant portion of skin. The two of them pressed their bare upper bodies together, skin to skin. Han Mingxiu continued licking, aggressively sucking at the nape of Xia Ye’s neck. His saliva, rich with pine-scented pheromones, seeped into Xia Ye’s gland through his pores, causing the entire gland to throb. Xia Ye’s body went limp, collapsing into Han Mingxiu’s arms.

But Han Mingxiu wasn’t done. He held Xia Ye even tighter, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of the nape. He nibbled softly, his upper and lower teeth lightly grinding the sensitive area until it turned red. The faint sting wasn’t quite pain—it was a sensation that left Xia Ye helpless, groaning softly in his arms.

Han Mingxiu fought the urge to mark Xia Ye. He reminded himself that he was here to provide comfort and had to ensure Xia Ye’s satisfaction. Finally letting go of Xia Ye’s neck, Han Mingxiu gently laid him on the bed, pulling his bathrobe open to fully expose his body.

To Han Mingxiu’s surprise, Xia Ye wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Xia Ye’s entire body glistened with sweat, his vision blurred with lust and moisture clouding his eyes. Every inch of his skin seemed to radiate heat, pheromones mixing into the sweat like a layer of sugar glaze—shiny, sweet, and intoxicating.

Han Mingxiu stared in awe at Xia Ye’s body, his thoughts drifting to the night three years ago when he had acted recklessly. Back then, Xia Ye’s body had been thin and emaciated, and his spirit utterly shattered. Now, this body had regained its vitality. Xia Ye’s skin was smooth and pale with a healthy rosy hue, his muscles lean and well-defined. Over the past three years, he had finally taken the time to care for himself, restoring his health.

Han Mingxiu caressed Xia Ye’s waist gently, his hands slowly moving upward to his chest. Xia Ye, feeling ticklish, squirmed and laughed, but suddenly seemed to remember something. He tugged at the bathrobe, attempting to cover his chest.

“Don’t look,” Xia Ye said, his laughter fading. He turned to bury his face into the blanket, his voice trembling and barely audible.

Han Mingxiu felt a sharp pang in his chest. He knew Xia Ye had remembered that night as well. Han Mingxiu didn’t offer any explanations—once words of hurt were spoken, any attempt to explain would only deepen the wound. Instead, he chose to apologize with actions rather than words.

Lowering his head, Han Mingxiu kissed the side of Xia Ye’s neck, trailing kisses down to his collarbone. He continued until Xia Ye, lost in the sensations, let his guard down. Seizing the moment, Han Mingxiu pulled the bathrobe open again and kissed his chest.

Xia Ye’s chest had always been his most sensitive spot. In the past, his n*pples were a soft pink, small and delicate, like cherry blossoms resting on a white jade plate—pure and flawless. Now, after nursing a child, they had inevitably changed. But who said they were any less beautiful?

Now, his chest resembled two blooming, vibrant flowers in their prime—seductive and enticing. Han Mingxiu kissed the left side before moving to the right, lavishing equal attention on both.

Xia Ye, slightly self-conscious, arched his body, trying to shield himself.

“Don’t hide,” Han Mingxiu murmured, pinning Xia Ye’s hands to stop his attempts. “You’re beautiful. Truly beautiful.”

He locked eyes with Xia Ye, letting him see the unrestrained desire in his gaze. It was a raw, unfiltered fascination that couldn’t be faked.

Xia Ye relaxed his body, letting his head fall back onto the bed, exhaling softly as he covered his eyes with his arm. Han Mingxiu continued his gentle ministrations, his lips teasing and circling before moving downward. His focus lingered on the thin scar tracing along Xia Ye’s abdomen, pressing soft kisses there. Xia Ye squirmed, feeling ticklish, and tried to escape, but Han Mingxiu’s fingers lightly brushed over the scar.

“This too,” he murmured, “is beautiful—like the stem of a rose.”

Xia Ye’s eyes suddenly grew hot. He took a deep breath, then snapped fiercely, “Stop with the nonsense already—ah!” His voice hitched mid-sentence as Han Mingxiu suddenly and decisively leaned in, catching Xia Ye off guard with his unexpected attentiveness.

Their intimate past hadn’t often included such gestures, as Omega’s heightened sensitivity often meant other forms of closeness took precedence. Han Mingxiu had always refrained from asking for more, not wanting Xia Ye to feel overwhelmed. But this time, Han Mingxiu seemed determined, his actions almost reverent.

Caught off guard by the tenderness, Xia Ye’s resistance faltered. His emotions overwhelmed him as he allowed himself to be lost in the moment. The mix of sensations was unfamiliar yet exhilarating, making Xia Ye’s breathing grow erratic. He found himself trembling, barely able to process the intensity of his feelings.

His mind blanked as his body responded instinctively, leaving him dazed in the aftermath. The vulnerability of the moment made him glance nervously at Han Mingxiu, who looked back at him with a gaze filled with warmth and quiet admiration.

“Sweet,” Han Mingxiu commented softly, his tone leaving Xia Ye both mortified and at a loss for words.

“Y-you…you…” Xia Ye stammered, pressing his face into his hands, unable to meet Han Mingxiu’s eyes. But the latter had no intention of holding back his teasing.

“Turns out,” Han Mingxiu said with a small smirk, “both your sweetness and strength are irresistible.”

“Shut up!” Xia Ye retorted weakly, unable to muster much of a scolding tone.

Han Mingxiu, however, didn’t miss a beat. He guided Xia Ye’s hand to the evidence of his own desire, an unspoken question in his touch. Xia Ye hesitated, but the unmistakable heat and fervor reminded him of past moments—the overwhelming intensity, the way he had been drawn into euphoria time and again.

“Are you ready?” Han Mingxiu asked, his voice low and gentle, but his words carried a weight that made Xia Ye’s heart skip.

Although Xia Ye had felt relief earlier, the deeper ache remained unfulfilled. His body betrayed him, a restless tension making him shift uncomfortably. He clutched at the rumpled robe beneath him, torn between frustration and a growing need. The sheer politeness of Han Mingxiu’s question left Xia Ye incredulous.

Is this really the time to be so proper? Xia Ye thought bitterly, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Just stop asking and…get on with it already,” he muttered under his breath, the flush on his cheeks giving away far more than his words ever could.

“Is that so? You beast.”

Xia Ye’s thoughts spiraled as he stared at Han Mingxiu, anger simmering beneath his dazed expression. After leaving him in such a state, how could he still ask questions like “Is it enough?” Absolutely outrageous—practically barbaric.

Han Mingxiu noticed the flicker of fury igniting in Xia Ye’s gaze. Predicting a retaliatory kick, he hurriedly shed the rest of his clothes.

Xia Ye’s body was already more than ready, pliant and receptive. Han Mingxiu, however, struggled to keep his instincts in check under the influence of Xia Ye’s pheromones. Still, he prioritized Xia Ye’s comfort above all else.

This could very well be their first time together since Xia Ye’s treatment. Han Mingxiu wasn’t certain how much stimulation Xia Ye’s body could handle or how far along his recovery truly was. He could only rely on Xia Ye’s reactions to guide him. But Xia Ye’s current responses lacked the intensity of their past.

Han Mingxiu decided it wasn’t enough.

Gently parting Xia Ye’s legs, he reached down to explore. Tentatively, he pressed a single fingertip forward. The tightness was apparent, but the warmth and readiness reassured him.

At last, the unbearable itchiness Xia Ye had felt was addressed, prompting him to exhale softly. However, the deliberate slowness of Han Mingxiu’s actions was driving him up the wall.

“Hey, you—oh…ah!” Before Xia Ye could finish his complaint, a second finger slid in, curling slightly to brush against sensitive spots. The sudden sensation sent a shiver coursing through Xia Ye as sparks of pleasure jolted through him. The gentle yet precise movements traced their way deeper, coaxing the tension in Xia Ye’s body to unravel little by little.

By the time a third finger joined, Xia Ye was overwhelmed, rolling restlessly on the bed as if trying to escape. The robe beneath him tangled around his limbs, trapping him, leaving him no choice but to squeeze his eyes shut and stifle the noises spilling from his lips.

Han Mingxiu wasn’t entirely sure how far along Xia Ye’s recovery had come. Physically, Xia Ye’s body was responding perfectly—the warm fluid seeping steadily was evidence enough. But emotionally, Xia Ye still seemed restrained, holding back from fully giving in.

In the past, Xia Ye had garnered countless titles during his school days—“Ice Prince,” “Gentle but Distant,” the list went on. To outsiders, he exuded calmness and reserve, his aloofness misinterpreted as coldness. Many assumed he lacked passion altogether.

But Han Mingxiu knew better.

No one but him had seen the fiery, uninhibited side of Xia Ye that emerged behind closed doors. On those nights, Xia Ye wasn’t shy—though his blush might remain, his boldness knew no bounds. He was the one who could flip the script, taking the lead with unwavering confidence. He wasn’t afraid to voice his desires, to lose himself completely, to demand every ounce of attention until neither of them could move a muscle by the end.

Those were their younger, wilder days—when restraint was a concept neither of them cared to understand.

Yet now, Xia Ye hadn’t yet reached that level of abandon, still holding back, his usual fervor subdued.

Han Mingxiu bit back the urge to ask again, “Is it enough now?” Remembering Xia Ye’s earlier glare, he decided against breaking the moment.

Instead, he leaned down, his lips brushing against the delicate spot that seemed to tremble with anticipation. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he heard Xia Ye’s breath hitch, as though reluctant to let go. But when Han Mingxiu’s tongue traced the same path, Xia Ye’s shallow breaths turned into soft, spiraling gasps, each one drawing him deeper into the haze.

The sweetness of Xia Ye’s pheromones filled the air, a scent reminiscent of ripe watermelon. Han Mingxiu couldn’t resist; it was as if he had become intoxicated, unable to stop himself from indulging further. His lips worked fervently, producing soft, lingering sounds as he attended to Xia Ye.

Xia Ye’s legs rested weakly on Han Mingxiu’s damp, sweat-slicked back, slipping whenever he tried to press down for stability. Exhausted, he couldn’t hold his legs steady but couldn’t completely relax them either. All he could do was clamp them tightly around Han Mingxiu’s head, futilely hoping to temper the intensity of the sensations.

But what good would that do? The movements weren’t coming from his head—they came from his tongue, agile and precise. Like a serpent, it teased and traced, darting in and out, sending ripples of sensation through Xia Ye’s body. The delicate skin flushed under the attention, swollen and sensitive. Despite himself, Xia Ye’s body began to react again, reignited by Han Mingxiu’s relentless ministrations.

Pinned down by firm hands at his waist, Xia Ye couldn’t escape the tormenting playfulness. His body writhed uncontrollably, his voice trembling with sounds that betrayed his vulnerability, each one more unrestrained than the last. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to stifle his cries, but the overwhelming sensations wouldn’t let him.

It seemed enough now.

Han Mingxiu’s self-control had been stretched to its limit. From the start, he had been holding himself back, enduring Xia Ye’s enticing pheromones with an almost superhuman level of restraint. Not only had he inhaled the intoxicating scent, but he had tasted it as well—a feat that would push any Alpha in heat to their breaking point.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. It was time to act, to give in to the instincts roaring inside him.

Han Mingxiu reminded himself of his role—this wasn’t just an indulgence. It was a form of care, a necessary means of providing relief and comfort.

And now, it was time to deliver the Comfort Service.

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