Chapter 51 – I Miss You

After dinner, the two of them cleared the table together. Since Guan Heng had been driving for hours, Ye Zhou let him take a shower first to relax.

When Guan Heng was finished, it was Ye Zhou’s turn.

Ye Zhou usually didn’t take long showers, but today he spent noticeably more time in the bathroom. Guan Heng checked the time; ten minutes had passed, and he didn’t rush Ye Zhou. But when half an hour went by and Ye Zhou still hadn’t emerged, he got up to knock on the door.

However, just as he reached the bathroom door, it opened from inside. Ye Zhou wasn’t wearing his usual pajamas; instead, he came out in just a bathrobe.

Steam filled the bathroom, and Ye Zhou’s hair was dried, his bangs neatly pressed against his forehead, making him look young and innocent. His robe was loosely tied, revealing his collarbone and a glimpse of his thin yet muscular chest. The calves beneath the robe showed a hint of well-defined muscle, perfectly proportioned.

Guan Heng stood at the door, watching him, his eyes slightly deepening.

Ye Zhou was initially surprised to see Guan Heng standing there, then smiled, reaching out to wrap his arms around his neck. He tilted his head, bringing his face close: “Professor Guan, were you waiting for me?”

“Mm,” Guan Heng responded, wrapping his arms around Ye Zhou’s lean waist. His lowered gaze peeked into the loose opening of the robe, catching a glimpse of abs, “I was checking if you’d fallen asleep in there.”

Ye Zhou chuckled, not explaining what he’d been doing in the bathroom. He could clearly see desire in Guan Heng’s eyes, and he could also see his own longing reflected back. They were both in their thirties, too old to be shy or hide their feelings. A single glance was enough to understand each other’s intentions.

Ye Zhou took the lead, kissing Guan Heng’s chin, a kiss filled with erotic undertones. His lips traveled downward, his tongue slowly tracing and teasing the prominent Adam’s apple.

Guan Heng allowed Ye Zhou’s boldness, his hand on the small of his back boldly moving down, squeezing his buttocks through the fabric. But soon, he noticed something and his voice dropped lower: “No underwear?”

“No,” Ye Zhou replied straightforwardly.

Ye Zhou’s intentions were clear. He wanted this, and his prolonged stay in the bathroom had been for preparation. This was the first time he was taking the role of the receiver, ready to offer his body and soul to the man before him.

Guan Heng’s response was to grab the back of Ye Zhou’s neck with his left hand, forcing him to tilt his head back, and then kissing him forcefully.

“Mmm—” Ye Zhou arched his neck to receive the kiss, their tongues entwining passionately, neither giving in. Ye Zhou didn’t fall behind, but Guan Heng’s fingers slipping into his robe disrupted his breathing. His oxygen supply was quickly depleted, his sensitive tongue repeatedly rubbed and sucked, eliciting a series of seductive moans: “Mmm… Ah…”

Ye Zhou had washed himself thoroughly, the entrance to his rear still slightly moist. But instead of entering him, Guan Heng cruelly teased the rim with his finger, causing Ye Zhou’s backside to tense up in waves, as if starved for stimulation.

Ye Zhou finally gave in, panting heavily. However, Guan Heng wouldn’t let go of his tongue, sucking until it went numb. He only released Ye Zhou when he looked like he was about to suffocate.

“Professor Guan…” Ye Zhou panted, his face flushed from the heat and desire, revealing a hint of charm that was rarely seen. But tonight, he was feeling particularly bold, looking at Guan Heng provocatively, even teasing him: “Do I resemble your student? Can you make a move on your student?”

Guan Heng remembered when Ye Zhou first sneaked into school to find him, dressing young and being mistaken for a senior by the students.

Tonight, Ye Zhou’s every mention of ‘Professor Guan’ was intentional. He enjoyed seeing the slight surprise on Guan Heng’s face, curious about his reaction, wanting to disrupt his outward calm.

But Guan Heng remained composed, though his eyes darkened. Suddenly, his finger plunged into Ye Zhou’s rear, whispering lowly in his ear: “Disobedient students need to be disciplined.”

“Ahh—” Guan Heng’s finger entered too suddenly, causing Ye Zhou to shudder in sensitivity, his buttocks tightening reflexively.

As if to punish him further, Guan Heng’s finger repeatedly grazed the entrance, teasing without fully satisfying. Each time his fingertip circled the rim, Ye Zhou’s body would tremble.

Ye Zhou tried to struggle, but failed. The strength disparity between him and Guan Heng was too great. Although his neck was released, his waist was now restrained, his erect member pressing against Guan Heng’s body through thin fabric. His hands naturally rested on Guan Heng’s chest, his fingers lightly gripping firm pecs, unable to suppress his moans: “Ah… Stop…”

Guan Heng then took Ye Zhou’s nearby left earlobe into his mouth, playfully scolding: “Student Ye Zhou, you’re rubbing against me. Is this how you show respect to your teacher?”

Ye Zhou couldn’t maintain his act; he was completely defeated. As he moaned, he couldn’t help laughing, his body trembling uncontrollably, heightening his own sensitivity: “Professor Guan… Mm, Brother Heng… I’m sorry…”

“Are we done playing?”

Ye Zhou laughed in surrender: “…Yes.”

“But I’m not done playing yet.”

Ye Zhou: “…” Playing games, Guan Heng was the master; Ye Zhou admitted defeat.

Without another word, Ye Zhou lifted his head to kiss Guan Heng. This time, Guan Heng kissed him gently, withdrawing his finger and leading him toward the bed.

Ye Zhou fell onto the bed, but before Guan Heng could press down, he suddenly flipped over, straddling him instead.

Guan Heng didn’t push Ye Zhou off, but watched to see what he would do.

Tonight, Ye Zhou was uncharacteristically proactive, even aggressive. He leaned forward to remove Guan Heng’s glasses, revealing a large area of skin beneath the loose collar, nipples barely concealed, and the robe’s hem split open to reveal his thighs. Although his penis wasn’t exposed, the arousal between his legs was impossible to hide.

This aggressive Ye Zhou was a rare sight, and undeniably sexy. Of course, he wasn’t planning to take the lead; it was unlikely he could succeed. Instead, he said seriously: “Professor Guan, I don’t want you to wear it today.”

Guan Heng, pinned under Ye Zhou, indulgently stroked his face: “Why so proactive?”

“I missed you.” Ye Zhou was as honest as ever, his eyes shining with more emotion than usual. They had been apart for only a day, but Ye Zhou felt as if it had been much longer.

Guan Heng pulled Ye Zhou down into his embrace, and Ye Zhou buried his head in the crook of his neck. They were silent, but felt reassured and grounded.

Guan Heng’s left hand caressed Ye Zhou’s head, and after a few strokes, he said: “Ye Zhou, I don’t want you to keep anything from me.”

Ye Zhou wasn’t surprised; he always felt seen by Guan Heng. After a moment of silence, he explained: “It’s nothing. Actually, I did something embarrassing today. I mistook someone for you. The back view really resembled you… I was a bit excited and rushed over to hug him. I hesitated to tell you…”

Ye Zhou laughed as he spoke, his hot breath fanning over Guan Heng’s neck: “The man was startled. He probably never expected to encounter such a shameless gay…”

Guan Heng’s expression didn’t change, but his hand paused in stroking Ye Zhou’s head before slowly resuming through his short hair: “Did he scold you?”

“No.”

Guan Heng asked: “So your proactiveness today is to apologize?”

“Yes.”

Guan Heng was about to say something else when Ye Zhou spoke again, seemingly trying to please and also to act cute, but every word came from the heart, as sincere as his confession on Christmas Eve: “Brother Heng, you’re truly amazing. I don’t think this is a flaw of yours, it’s just that you haven’t met someone who can accept and tolerate you. I’m lucky to have met you, to be with you. You make me feel unprecedented peace.”

Guan Heng didn’t speak, but gently massaged his scalp with his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he had been waiting for these words for a long time, but he knew for certain that Ye Zhou had once again touched him deeply. After a moment, he said: “Me too.”

With that, they stopped talking. No further explanation was needed. When emotions ran deep, actions spoke louder than words.

Ye Zhou kissed Guan Heng again, pulling open the drawer beneath the bedside table as they kissed, retrieving the lubricant he had bought earlier in the year. He skillfully tore open the packaging, unscrewed the cap, then shed his robe, presenting himself before Guan Heng. With lubricant-coated fingers, he reached behind to prepare himself.

“Mm…” Ye Zhou wasn’t immune to shame, especially since this wasn’t something he had experienced before. The role reversal was significant, and his embarrassment skyrocketed. But since Guan Heng wanted to watch, Ye Zhou wouldn’t refuse. He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and moaned softly, trying to ignore the intense gaze upon him, even though it made him feel as if he was burning up.

Although Guan Heng couldn’t see Ye Zhou’s back, he had a full view of his front. He could sense Ye Zhou’s excitement—or perhaps it was his embarrassment—the engorged tip was oozing fluid toward him, pulsating and quivering.

Guan Heng wiped away the transparent liquid from the glans with his fingers, then gently gripped the base of the penis.

Ye Zhou couldn’t help but let out a moan, his eyes slightly opening.

Then, under Ye Zhou’s watchful gaze, Guan Heng extended his left index finger, licked it, and placed it in his mouth.

“Heng, you… you…” Ye Zhou was speechless at the sight, as if fireworks had exploded in his mind. But his body was honest; the hardness in Guan Heng’s grip quivered more violently, continuously leaking fluid.

Guan Heng maintained the position of being straddled by Ye Zhou, but his gaze was assertive: “Look at me.”

So Ye Zhou dared not close his eyes, his fingers plunging in and out behind him, the erect penis swinging lewdly, his shameful arousal laid bare before Guan Heng, no secrets held back.

Guan Heng, holding Ye Zhou’s waist, sat up halfway and extended his wetted finger toward the entrance behind him, inserting it alongside Ye Zhou’s for expansion.

“Ahh… No…”

Ye Zhou was right-handed, while Guan Heng was left-handed, placing them both on Ye Zhou’s right side. Guan Heng’s strong hand grabbed Ye Zhou’s fingers, guiding or teaching him how to expand within himself.

Ye Zhou was nearly trembling, his left hand tightly gripping Guan Heng’s shoulder as if clinging to a lifebuoy.

Inside, he was already wet and soft, allowing easy access to deeper regions.

“Heng… Enough…”

Ye Zhou had prepared thoroughly in the bathroom, and Guan Heng finally withdrew their slick fingers, calling out: “Zhouzhou.”

Ye Zhou’s face was even redder, but he loved this nickname. It was intimate, carrying a hint of affection. Without prompting from Guan Heng, Ye Zhou actively pulled down his sleep pants, extracting the semi-hard organ from his underwear, caressing and stroking it with both hands. He first squeezed the lubricant into his palms to warm it, then smeared it over Guan Heng’s penis.

Once everything was ready, Ye Zhou straddled Guan Heng again, attempting to accommodate the hardness with his rear. But due to the slipperiness of the lubricant, he struggled to align himself, requiring assistance from Guan Heng. Ye Zhou leaned in to kiss Guan Heng, slowly lowering himself, gradually experiencing the sensation of being completely filled, both mentally and physically.

It was unclear how many times they had done this, but this time Ye Zhou felt no pain, only a pleasant fullness. He sighed contentedly, needing no adjustment period before he began moving atop Guan Heng.

The cowgirl position tested both their stamina, especially exhausting for the active receiver. Ye Zhou wasn’t lacking in physical strength, but compared to Guan Heng, he still fell short.

Guan Heng’s hands supported his slim waist, making things easier for Ye Zhou. Tonight, he was eager and demanding, the lubricant inside him had been warmed by his body temperature, emitting sticky, erotic sounds during intense thrusting. He was both embarrassed and satisfied, experiencing an indescribable pleasure, but also a lingering sense of insufficiency, pleading: “Heng… You should… Move too…”

Guan Heng wasn’t in a hurry, enjoying the sight of Ye Zhou taking the lead atop him. His hands weren’t idle, exploring Ye Zhou’s face and neck, chest, and buttocks as he moved, as if marking his territory, touching every inch of him repeatedly to confirm that Ye Zhou belonged to him alone.

Ye Zhou’s body was completely flushed from sexual arousal, perhaps from being touched, or perhaps from his own passion, but all because of the person before him. His penis hadn’t been touched, yet his desire had soared to unbearable heights, a powerful ejaculation urge assaulting him more fiercely than ever. Abandoning his shame once again, Ye Zhou pleaded: “…Touch me some more.”

Guan Heng kissed his neck, his left index finger sliding over the protruding nipple on Ye Zhou’s chest, sensing the tightening and uncontrollable shuddering within him. He gripped Ye Zhou’s penis and began to be aggressive within him.

“Hah, ahh—”

After Guan Heng started moving, the pleasure multiplied, but the exit was blocked, leaving Ye Zhou unable to release. Yet he didn’t shake off Guan Heng’s grip on his penis; he was submissive, willing, offering all of himself to Guan Heng.

Guan Heng didn’t merely hold on; his index finger skillfully caressed the glans, making the tiny hole at the tip twitch and contract,

“Ugh—” Ye Zhou was on the verge of exploding, the familiar pleasure in his rear growing stronger, forcing him to plead for mercy, “Heng, Heng…”

“Bear with it.” Guan Heng wanted him to remember this pleasure each time, to climax in intense pleasure each time, ensuring his body could no longer accept anyone else, becoming utterly dependent on him.

Ye Zhou endured until his entire body shook, until he could bear it no longer. Then, Guan Heng released his grip, guiding him to the peak of desire together.

After the second time, Guan Heng took complete control. Ye Zhou was pinned to the bed, his wrists restrained above his head, his legs spread wide, enduring an even more intense and fierce invasion than the first time. In his line of sight, there was only Guan Heng, only able to sense Guan Heng, as if Guan Heng was his entire world.