Chapter 45 – I Was Wrong

Everyone had work the next day, so they didn’t drink themselves too drunk. Ye Zhou himself wasn’t much of a drinker, only partaking in social drinking on such occasions, which was why he intentionally chose a weekday for their gathering – it certainly wasn’t because he wanted to save on alcohol expenses. Moreover, their generation wasn’t into the drinking culture anymore; it wasn’t like they had to get smashed to celebrate.

When they finally got home after cleaning up, it was already past midnight.

As Ye Zhou had just entered the house by scanning his fingerprint, before even turning on the lights, Guan Heng suddenly pressed against him from behind.

Ye Zhou: “…” This position was damn familiar.

He actually didn’t know how much Guan Heng could hold his liquor, nor was he sure whether he was drunk, but when Guan Heng’s woody scent mixed with alcohol, it became intoxicating: “Teacher Guan?”

Guan Heng lowered his head to bite Ye Zhou’s ear. “Still calling me teacher at this point?”

Ye Zhou let out a soft hiss, feeling a slight tingling sensation, but this minor pain awakened a certain part of his body. He was used to calling him that, and there was a secretive thrill to the title: “Don’t you like it when I call you that?”

“It’s not that.” Guan Heng spoke as if whispering hotly into his ear, “I want something more intimate, Zhouzhou.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. When Guan Heng called his name in that sexy tone, Ye Zhou instantly broke out in goosebumps, his scalp tingling. As for that particular area… let’s not mention it, but it had already stood up unashamedly.

But was this something Teacher Guan would normally say? No way, it was too cute.

Ye Zhou now confirmed that Guan Heng might have been drunk. But being pressed against the wall in this position, unable to move, he felt a painful pressure between his legs, making him somewhat uncomfortable. He wanted to lean back slightly, but Guan Heng wouldn’t budge, seemingly waiting for a satisfactory answer, still pressing tightly against him. Ye Zhou wasn’t sure if Guan Heng was sober, but he was a little embarrassed: “Then… Brother Heng?”

Ye Zhou hadn’t called anyone ‘Brother’ outside of formalities and pleasantries. His parents had died early, and without family support, he’d become independent, relying on himself for everything, not accustomed to depending on others. So when the words left his mouth, he felt inexplicably ashamed, his ears turning red. They said the older you got, the thicker your skin, but in this situation, his face was unexpectedly thin-skinned.

In the dim light, Guan Heng didn’t seem to notice his red ears, or perhaps it was the warmth he felt from his lips, giving a low “Mmm,” acknowledging the name.

However, Guan Heng still didn’t let him go, his tongue trailing over Ye Zhou’s sensitive earlobe, saying with a smile, “Am I a high-and-mighty flower? Plucked by you?”

Ye Zhou shivered. “…”

So he knew after all. Even when drunk, he was settling accounts?

Guan Heng noticed his trembling body and continued, “Would I be jealous? Clingy?”

Guan Heng’s warm breath blew into his ear, making Ye Zhou involuntarily shudder. Listening to Guan Heng’s voice, it sounded as if he was sober, but he wasn’t sure if he was actually drunk: “Brother Heng, are you really drunk?”

After the initial shameful call, the second time seemed slightly easier. Anyway, his face must have been flushed red already, any attempt to hide it would be futile.

“What do you think?”

Ye Zhou listened carefully for a moment, still completely unable to tell: “Did you install a bug on me?”

Guan Heng was straightforward this time: “I wish I could, but I’d rather lock you up and install surveillance cameras in every room of the house, including the bathroom. Then I could watch you no matter where I am, and you’d only see me.”

Ye Zhou: “…” That was quite stimulating.

Guan Heng bit his neck lightly again. “Zhouzhou, you haven’t answered my question.”

Ye Zhou shivered again, unsure how to answer. He had to face the consequences of his own actions, gritting his teeth and enduring. Ye Zhou thought for a moment, whispering softly, “You’re not a high-and-mighty flower, you’re a man-eating flower…”

This sentence struck some funny bone in Guan Heng, making him laugh lowly. His chest was pressed tightly against Ye Zhou’s back, and Ye Zhou could clearly feel the vibration of Guan Heng’s pectoral muscles.

Kind of nice.

But before Ye Zhou could fully enjoy it, Guan Heng quickly followed up, “Right, I’m a man-eating flower, specifically eating you.”

Ye Zhou: “…”

Then Guan Heng swiftly pulled out the hem of his shirt, his left hand slipping under his waistband and touching the secret area between his buttocks through his underwear. “Let me show you how clingy I can be.”

“Ahn—” Ye Zhou almost jumped, but was immediately suppressed back down. Without any lubricant, Ye Zhou could feel the foreign sensation inside him even more clearly: “Ah… Brother Heng…”

This place had taken something thicker and larger before, so although there was a slight resistance, it soon took in one of Guan Heng’s fingers under proper kneading.

Ye Zhou would occasionally let out a muffled groan, his crotch becoming harder due to the stimulation.

But Guan Heng deliberately avoided touching his crotch, his finger slowly and rhythmically entering and exiting his buttocks, stimulating the point that drove Ye Zhou crazy based on memory.

“Mmm…” Pleasure accumulated continuously, Ye Zhou began to tremble lightly, his body responding to this pleasure, his buttocks squeezing Guan Heng’s finger tightly.

Guan Heng maintained the position of pinning him against the wall, sucking heavily on his neck, leaving a love bite, then implying, “Zhouzhou, you’re the clingy one, gripping so tightly.”

Ye Zhou instantly felt embarrassed, his body responding shamefully. He couldn’t bear Guan Heng’s dirty talk and teasing; another stimulation and he’d climax: “…Brother Heng, I was wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

“I shouldn’t have…” Ye Zhou closed his eyes, struggling hard against the pleasure deep within his body, “flirted in front of friends… and…”

“And?” Guan Heng didn’t expect there to be more.

Ye Zhou couldn’t help but hum again, confessing, “I actually didn’t mind having sex with you… maybe there was a little issue with saving face… but your stamina and skills were too good, I was a little scared…”

Ye Zhou stopped talking here, but Guan Heng understood everything, kissing his neck reassuringly, “I didn’t blame you.”

“I know.” But Ye Zhou believed that this kind of thing only had meaning if both parties enjoyed it.

“So do you want it?”

“Yes.” How could Ye Zhou not want it, he was about to burst with holding it in.

Guan Heng confirmed once more, “Can I enter?”

Ye Zhou nodded. “Mm.”

Guan Heng immediately withdrew his finger, half-dragging and half-carrying Ye Zhou towards the sofa. Guan Heng’s strength was too great, Ye Zhou’s feet were off the ground for a few seconds. The two stumbled together in the dim living room, their clothes quickly scattered across the floor.

Guan Heng wanted to turn on the lights, but Ye Zhou refused. Having sex in an open space like the living room was already pushing Ye Zhou’s limits; he was inherently a conservative person.

Guan Heng didn’t force him, quickly pressing him onto the sofa.

Although his finger had entered earlier, it couldn’t really count as preparation. Ye Zhou doubted that Guan Heng could enter directly without difficulty. There was no lube, no condom, but he didn’t want to stop, not wanting to ruin the mood at this time: “…Wait, let’s release once first.”

Guan Heng said, “No need.”

Then Ye Zhou saw Guan Heng pull out a drawer from under the table, taking out a bottle of lubricant and a small square box.

Ye Zhou: “…”

Ye Zhou couldn’t help but find it a little funny. He bit Guan Heng’s lip, asking, “When did you prepare these?”

Guan Heng didn’t hide anything: “Before the first time I fucked you. But…”

But he didn’t get to use them on that stormy night, because Guan Heng didn’t expect to clear things up with Ye Zhou at that time, one of the few surprises in his life. At that time, he was indeed a little out of control, only wanting to possess Ye Zhou completely.

Ye Zhou understood the underlying meaning of his words, unsure whether to be flattered or to marvel at how long Guan Heng had coveted his ass. Yet Guan Heng quickly added, “…But it’s not too late now.”

At this point, how could Ye Zhou not understand, Guan Heng was sober, he wasn’t drunk at all!

But it was too late to back out now.

The cap of the lubricant was unscrewed, a faint plant fragrance wafting through the air, like the scent of aloe vera. Guan Heng quickly parted Ye Zhou’s legs, inserting his lubricated fingers into his body.

“Ahn—” Ye Zhou unexpectedly contracted due to the chill, but the lubricant was better than Vaseline, allowing Guan Heng’s fingers to penetrate deeply, going further than before.

“Ahn, Guan… Brother Heng…” Halfway through his call, Ye Zhou seemed to remember something, suddenly changing his address. He was currently half-lying on the sofa, his legs almost bent backwards, exposing his crotch. The only light in the room came from the street lamp outside, it should have been too dark to see details, but after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the outlines became clear again. Ye Zhou could see Guan Heng leaning over him, and also see his widely spread legs and erect crotch. And although Guan Heng couldn’t see the shadow between his buttocks, he could clearly touch it.

Because his vision weakened, his sense of touch became more sensitive. Guan Heng could feel the subtle creases at the entrance and the contractions inside the tunnel, the lubricant making wet sounds as his fingers thrust in and out.

“Hah, don’t…” Guan Heng’s body wedged between his legs, this position made it impossible for Ye Zhou to close his legs even if he wanted to. He wasn’t unwilling, it was just that the sound was too shameful…