Chapter 69: It’s my ’booboo’
A week of silence passed, which surprised Michael.
He was very sure his mother would return the next day or even that evening to create a scene once more, but after she left, she never came back.
It was just as Noah said. She would never disturb him again. How true were those words?
It wasn’t like he had anything to threaten her with. Words couldn’t get true to her as she was blinded by the love she had for her son.
She must be plotting something.
Plotting how to get him to apologize on his knees. He couldn’t think of anything more.
His family had a lot of connections, so she might have been lurking around, but given how determined she was, wasn’t a week too much for preparation to get him on his knees?
The more time passed, the more anxious he got. Would the peaceful and normal life he was enjoying with Noah come to an end because of them?
He didn’t want that. He wanted to live with Noah a bit longer like this.
It was already winter but yet to snow. He wanted to go out in the snow and watch the lights together. At least then, those who were looking for Noah would’ve already given up searching for him in this area.
"You’re too anxious," Noah said as he flicked Michael’s creased forehead and his knitted brows furrowed even more.
"Ouch, don’t hit me with that super strength of yours," Michael complained, rubbing his throbbing forehead.
"I didn’t even put any force into it." Noah said, but it only got Michael sulking.
"Whatever. It still hurts."
Noah looked at him and laughed, pulling him in to kiss his forehead.
"There, I kissed where it hurts. Does it still hurt?" Noah asked, but Michael could only pucker his lips, expecting more. "I flicked your forehead, not your mouth, so why are you setting up your lips?"
"It’s my booboo, I say where it hurts and where I want kissed." Michael said, and a stunned Noah could not help but replay the words he just said in his head.
’He said booboo,’ He thought and laughed. "How can you be so childish?"
"Why can’t I? Age doesn’t define a person’s character, so come on." He shut his eyes, expecting the kiss with his puckered lips. "It’s still hurting."
Noah watched his shamelessness and couldn’t help but smile softly. Just what would he do with this one? He was such an adorable try-hard.
Noah kissed his lips, and Michael locked his arms around his neck, caging him in that spot and deepening the kiss.
Noah, his hands on Michael’s waist, realized he had been tricked. Michael was just like a tricky fox who always knew how to get what he wanted.
After the long and lip-curling kiss, Michael pulled away, licking his lips as he gazed into Noah’s eyes and said,
"I’m not out of breath this time."
Usually, when they kissed for a long time, Noah would have to stop at some point because of Michael, who was out of breath.
But it seemed like all that kissing had taught him a lot, and now he had gotten the hang of it.
"Not bad," Noah said, swiping his lips with his thumb. "So, did you get what you wanted? Is the ’booboo’ gone?" He asked.
"If I say no, will you continue?" Michael asked.
"Why not?" Noah asked, pressing his face to Michael’s neck and taking in the scent from his neck. "We didn’t do it yesterday, anyway."
"Ah, look at you being horny. I thought I’d have to keep taking all the initiatives, but look at you. You’ve grown." Michael teased, and Noah kissed his neck, causing him to shiver in excitement.
"What can I say? Your attempts influence me more than your charms." He said and kept trailing the kisses down.
Michael was wearing a shirt with a loose neck, so all Noah had to do was pull the neck a bit, and Michael’s pink nipples would be exposed.
"Ah," Michael let out an embarrassed moan, which was so not like him.
This got Noah feeling proud and he pressed his lips on Michael’s left nipple, kissing it softly before going deeper and he started sucking on it.
He held Michael firmly by the waist to prevent him from falling or losing his balance as he pushed his head back, causing his back to form an arc as he trembled at Noah’s treatment.
His nipples were sensitive and so were the rest of his body so when Noah began to explore, sucking and kissing, he got weak knees and before long, he was already hard.
Noah licked his lips, as if he had been fed with something delicious, and raised his head to look into Michael’s eyes with a seductive gaze.
They both wanted it so they could take their time doing different things, trying different ’sweets’ before they set out to have the main meal.
Michael held Noah’s face and said,
"When you look at me like that," he bit his bottom lip, his body shivering as the excitement crept up his body and soul. "...I can’t help but want to spread my legs. I’d take you on without any preparation and no matter the outcome, I’d still moan at the top of my lungs to the satisfaction of your thrusts. I..."
*Ding-dong*
Their doorbell broke their sweet, sensational moment, causing Michael to freeze.
"Did we... Order anything?" He asked, but Noah shook his head.
"No, we didn’t." They went silent, wondering who it could be.
It couldn’t be his mother, right?
If so, then they would just ignore her. But they wouldn’t feel the sex well if they kept hearing loud banging on the door.
"It’s not your mother," Noah said after listening to the voices he heard from behind the door.
His super hearing was that impressive even from the room.
"Then who is it?" Michael asked.
"There are two males."
"Oh God, did my father come this time around?" He asked with a hateful tone. "Couldn’t they just leave me in peace and pretend I was dead?"
"I don’t think it’s your father," Noah suddenly said.
"Huh? But you’ve never met my father before." Michael pointed out, and Noah said,
"I’m saying so because of what they’re saying. One seems to be a lawyer."
"Do they plan to sue me now?" Michael asked, gradually panicking, but Noah shook his head.
"I don’t know who the other person is but... I’m not so sure they’re here to sue you."
"Why is that?"
"Because they’re talking about a will." Noah said and then turned to Michael. "I think you should go see what’s going on."
