BFILWY CH 46

Chapter 46: Probably Just Crazy

An Yue pushed Ye Qinghe all the way to the center of the room until the back of Ye Qinghe’s leg hit the edge of the bed, making him fall back onto it. Only then did An Yue stop.

With one hand resting on Ye Qinghe’s shoulder, An Yue placed one foot on the ground between Ye Qinghe’s legs while the other knee pressed onto the bed. He bent forward, pressing his forehead against Ye Qinghe’s, then playfully rubbed their noses together.

Ye Qinghe propped himself up on the bed with both hands, tilting his head back to accept An Yue’s intimate and affectionate gesture. Unable to hold back, he let out a low chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” An Yue, realizing how childish his actions were, grew embarrassed and frustrated, so he bit Ye Qinghe’s earlobe in retaliation. From nibbling to licking, An Yue clumsily trailed kisses along the curve of Ye Qinghe’s ear.

Ye Qinghe, a seasoned flirt, felt a shiver run down his spine, sending goosebumps all the way up to the back of his head. His lower back, though untouched, went numb with pleasure, making him instinctively arch his waist.

Despite having experienced countless romantic encounters, Ye Qinghe found himself unexpectedly flustered under An Yue’s unpracticed kisses.

Maybe it was because it had been too long since he had someone by his side.

An Yue gently nibbled on his earlobe, then kissed his cheek, taking his time and lingering playfully. Ye Qinghe, already losing his patience, reached out to cup the back of An Yue’s head, pulling him down as he lay back, intending to capture his lips in a kiss.

However, An Yue turned his head at the last moment, causing Ye Qinghe’s lips to land on the corner of his mouth instead.

Ye Qinghe frowned slightly.

The corner of his lips was nice—Ye Qinghe’s tongue traced a slow line over it, and he could feel An Yue’s lips press together, forming what seemed like a faint smile. The corner of his lips was indeed nice, but Ye Qinghe didn’t just want that. He wanted the full, soft lips; he wanted to go deeper and deeper.

But An Yue didn’t just press his lips together—like a mischievous little pup, he buried his face in Ye Qinghe’s neck, nipping and licking, completely disrupting the pace of Ye Qinghe’s teasing. His soft hair brushed against Ye Qinghe’s jaw and the back of his ear, tickling him until he let out a helpless laugh.

Ye Qinghe sighed, wrapping an arm around An Yue’s waist, allowing him to playfully mess around on top of him.

At first, An Yue had only meant to tease him, but the freshly showered scent of Ye Qinghe gradually seeped through the thin skin beneath his ear, drawing him in and making his breaths unsteady.

The delicate touches of lips against skin slowly pulled them both into a trance. The more they kissed, the more they lost themselves. The tip of An Yue’s tongue traced over Ye Qinghe’s skin like a cunning serpent, luring him into sin.

An Yue unconsciously sank deeper into the game he had started, while Ye Qinghe, in the darkness, had all his senses heightened—completely surrendering to every touch An Yue gave him.

From tenderness to wild passion, desire was ignited in an instant—an explosion so intense that it felt like a chase spanning half a lifetime or the sudden collapse of a towering building in just half a second. Sweat soaked into their eyes, blurring their vision like the dust and smoke rising from the ruins.

Initially, when Ye Qinghe suddenly pulled him down, pressing him against his body, An Yue was afraid of hurting him and instinctively braced himself with his hands and feet on the bed. But as he sank deeper into the intoxicating heat of the moment, he forgot himself entirely, his body going slack as he collapsed onto Ye Qinghe.

Ye Qinghe’s robe had been pushed open by An Yue’s movements, revealing his bare chest and the black briefs he wore beneath. The hard outline within the fabric pressed directly against An Yue’s thighs.

“Mm…” An Yue frowned. “Not like this.” He struggled to shift his hips, trying to move away from the dangerous thing against him.

“I know, you want to be on top.” Ye Qinghe murmured against An Yue’s hair, chasing after him with kisses. “I know, I know… I’ll just move a little on the outside…” He thrust against him slightly, his voice pitiful as he pleaded, “Touch me.”

An Yue almost laughed from sheer exasperation.

He sat up, straddling Ye Qinghe’s thighs, and let out a silent sigh. After hesitating for two seconds, he finally reached out, running his hand over Ye Qinghe’s length through the fabric of his underwear. His touch was hesitant, as if he were stroking an unfamiliar little pet—cautious, testing, ready to withdraw at any moment as if afraid of being bitten.

Ye Qinghe wouldn’t let him escape.

With a firm grasp, he caught An Yue’s hand and shoved it directly inside his underwear, making sure their skin was pressed together with nothing in between.

The absence of the thin fabric barrier allowed An Yue’s warm palm to make direct contact, and Ye Qinghe shut his eyes, savoring the sensation in the darkness.

An Yue’s hands were soft, his fingers long and slender, the bones well-defined, but the pads of his fingers and palms were smooth and delicate. There was an endearing awkwardness to his touch, yet it carried a subtle gentleness that sent tingling shivers through Ye Qinghe’s most sensitive places.

No—rather, anywhere An Yue touched instantly became his most sensitive spot.

Ye Qinghe’s entire body trembled. With shaky hands, he reached forward, tracing along An Yue’s waistline, slipping his hand into his pants, finally wrapping his fingers around him.

He couldn’t see it, but just from the feel of it in his hand, he instinctively thought—it must be as adorable as An Yue himself.

An Yue let out a muffled groan, startled at first by the sudden grasp on his most vulnerable spot. But as Ye Qinghe’s practiced hands worked over him, waves of overwhelming pleasure surged through him, nearly robbing him of control.

Biting down, An Yue suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of competitiveness rise within him. Unwilling to lose, he tightened his grip, mimicking Ye Qinghe’s movements, determined to make him surrender instead.

But perhaps… this was a battle only An Yue was fighting.

Ye Qinghe had no idea that An Yue was currently gritting his teeth, dead set on competing with him to the bitter end. Right now, Ye Qinghe was simply lying back on the bed, utterly relaxed, indulging in whatever An Yue did to him.

At the same time, he was also thoroughly enjoying everything he was doing to An Yue.

The person he had longed for—once untouchable, out of reach—was now right here, within his grasp.

Not only was he holding the most crucial part of him, but he was also so close to seeing everything.

At this moment, Ye Qinghe felt like an overfilled balloon, so swollen with pleasure and excitement that his entire body ached with sweet numbness, his heart racing to the point of near pain.

Compared to Ye Qinghe’s blissful euphoria, An Yue’s mind was in a complete haze.

He couldn’t even explain why he had lost control tonight, why he had suddenly agreed to this.

He must be crazy.

It had to be insanity that made him agree to this.

“Get up. Turn over,” An Yue ordered harshly, giving Ye Qinghe a smack on the side of his hip while simultaneously yanking down his underwear.

Ye Qinghe’s upper body was still covered by his deep blue robe, but his lower half was now completely bare. His underwear lay discarded on the floor by the bed.

An Yue switched on the bedside aromatherapy lamp, squinting slightly as he took in the sight before him. His gaze was both hazy and greedy.

The firm, round backside he had once glimpsed beneath a pair of swim trunks was now fully exposed to him. It did not disappoint. Bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, the honey-colored skin seemed almost dewy, tempting, as if it might drip with sweetness.

The bed sheets and robe were tangled together, half-covering the bare body beneath them, leaving Ye Qinghe looking disheveled and utterly seductive.

An Yue hadn’t even done anything yet, but just seeing him lying there, submissively waiting, made his throat go dry, his hands clenching in hesitation.

An Yue had never taken the lead before. Now that he had forcibly claimed the dominant position, he found himself stuck—clearly at the edge of action, yet unsure how to proceed.

Frozen in place, he stood at the bedside, staring at Ye Qinghe’s exposed backside, utterly at a loss.

“An Yue?” Ye Qinghe, who had been waiting on the bed for what felt like an eternity, finally called out in confusion. If he hadn’t heard An Yue’s footsteps leaving, he would have thought An Yue had flipped him over only to run away.

“W-what?” An Yue stammered, his nerves betraying him.

“I…” Ye Qinghe hesitated, wiggling his hips before forcing himself to speak. “I cleaned up… Do you want to check?”

He hadn’t expected such a simple statement to be so mortifying to say out loud.

Earlier in the bathroom, while debating the matter of position between him and An Yue, he had resolved himself and thoroughly prepared.

He had plenty of experience, and he had even done this for his partners before—out of curiosity, or just for fun. At the time, it had seemed like a natural part of the process.

But now that it was his turn, the whole thing felt excruciatingly awkward.

Recalling the steps he had taken, the way he had reached inside himself—he had never felt anything like it before. It had left his face burning, a strange discomfort settling over him.

For the first time, he began to question reality. Ye Qinghe seriously wondered—could this really feel good?

His past lovers had all sworn it did.

Sure, seasoned players might have faked it, but even the most innocent partners—pure as blank slates—had reacted like they were losing their minds, moaning like it was the peak of pleasure.

So why, when it was him, did it just feel awkward and uncomfortable?

Ye Qinghe lay on the bed, drowning in his own embarrassment.

Thankfully, he couldn’t see—otherwise, he would have been faced with an even more flustered An Yue, standing there fully clothed, looking like he was about to flee.

An Yue was deeply embarrassed. He hesitated, wondering what his next move should be.

Should he take off his own clothes?

He… had never taken the initiative to undress himself before.

Every time, it had been under Xue Chang’s impatient, desperate hands, stripped down in a frenzy.

What did Xue Chang do after that? He must have taken off his own clothes too, right?

An Yue forced himself to stay calm and removed his clothes. He reassured himself that since Ye Qinghe couldn’t see, he could just do whatever felt comfortable.

And to feel comfortable…

An Yue’s gaze landed on Ye Qinghe’s elegant, half-naked body buried in the sheets.

He couldn’t resist leaning down, pressing their bare bodies together.

(To be continued…)