BFILWY CH 48

Chapter 48: Is It Comfortable?

Ye Qinghe touched An Yue’s body, slowly leaning down. He kissed from An Yue’s rolling Adam’s apple to his chest and then his stomach, finally, in An Yue’s startled gasp, kissing the most heated and burning part.

“What… what are you doing?” An Yue grabbed Ye Qinghe’s hair, trying to push him away but also reluctant. “Don’t… stop…” An Yue gasped in shame and weakness.

An Yue’s little member had never been treated this gently, yet passionately. It was too much of a stimulation. It swelled inside the warm and damp mouth, beating twice as if it suddenly had a heartbeat.

Though Ye Qinghe had never done this before, he had often been served in the past. Relying on the movements he remembered should bring comfort, he made An Yue feel an intoxicating pleasure, almost to the point of death. He tightened his hold on An Yue’s waist, not letting him escape. In between licking and teasing, he also thrust, sucked, and played without stopping. During one strong suck, An Yue felt he was about to reach his climax. He pushed Ye Qinghe hard, but Ye Qinghe only buried himself deeper and worked harder. An Yue couldn’t hold it in any longer, his eyes turning red. He bit his lower lip, stifling a moan as he climaxed silently, yet intensely.

It was as if struck by lightning, the tingling in An Yue’s tailbone shot straight to his head. His mind went blank, and the electric sparks flashed as brilliantly as the fireworks that lit up the sky on New Year’s Eve. After several intense contractions, An Yue’s vision gradually returned to normal. He collapsed on the bed, panting loudly, while Ye Qinghe finally pulled away from him.

An Yue was exhausted, but he still remembered the impolite thing he had just done. He hurriedly sat up, reaching out to Ye Qinghe’s mouth, anxious: “Spit it out.”

Ye Qinghe puffed his cheeks and shook his head. He gently pushed An Yue aside, fumbling to get out of bed and walked into the bathroom. An Yue only relaxed when he heard the sound of Ye Qinghe rinsing his mouth. He found Ye Qinghe’s tissue box at the bedside, grabbed a few sheets, and cleaned himself up before slumping back onto the bed, weak and weary.

After a while, Ye Qinghe slowly returned. As soon as he got to the bed, he tried to pull An Yue into a deep kiss. An Yue, embarrassed by his previous behavior, awkwardly resisted, not allowing Ye Qinghe to get close. Ye Qinghe gently touched An Yue’s face and softly said, “I brushed my teeth, let me kiss you.”

An Yue choked for a moment. It wasn’t that he was disgusted with Ye Qinghe. After all, what was in his mouth earlier had been his own. Ye Qinghe didn’t mind it, so why should he? He just felt a bit embarrassed. He pulled Ye Qinghe’s hand off his face and reluctantly leaned in to kiss Ye Qinghe.

“Don’t do that next time,” An Yue said awkwardly. “It’s dirty.”

“Where is it dirty?” Ye Qinghe pursued An Yue for another kiss. “My An Yue is very clean.”

An Yue sighed and pushed Ye Qinghe away. “I want to sleep now.” However, there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

Ye Qinghe embraced An Yue as they lay in bed. An Yue looked at him lying beside him, holding him and with his eyes closed, looking very content. An Yue himself felt that tonight wasn’t so bad either. But a few minutes later, An Yue finally realized something wasn’t right.

Earlier, Xiao Ye had fallen asleep, but at some point, it had woken up again. Now, it was slick and pressing against the side of An Yue’s thigh.

“Uh… sorry, I forgot,” An Yue said apologetically. He had acted like a heartless jerk, satisfying himself and then intending to go to sleep, completely forgetting Ye Qinghe’s needs. He reached down to touch Xiao Ye. “I’ll help you.”

“No need,” Ye Qinghe pressed An Yue’s hand down. “Aren’t you tired and wanting to sleep? Go ahead and rest. Don’t worry about it, it’ll take care of itself when it gets bored.” Just being able to be so open with An Yue tonight, without any barriers, was already beyond Ye Qinghe’s expectations. He was truly satisfied.

“What’s wrong?” An Yue raised an eyebrow and asked. “Do you think my technique was bad?” The shame of failing the prostate massage earlier resurfaced, and it left An Yue feeling uneasy.

“… ” Ye Qinghe, who had only wanted to be considerate of An Yue, letting him rest after working all night, was now wrongly accused of “disgusting” An Yue. He didn’t dare to respond. He let go of An Yue and lay back with his legs apart. “You come then! You’re not allowed to sleep until you make me feel good.”

As expected, An Yue climbed up and sat on Ye Qinghe’s legs, trying to pick the mushrooms. He was very serious about it, and Ye Qinghe, terrified of An Yue’s inexperience, was afraid he might accidentally break off the mushroom stalk.

Fortunately, An Yue soon got into the rhythm after adjusting his angle and strength. Especially because Ye Qinghe couldn’t see, any physical touch felt more intense and stimulating than before. In the darkness, Ye Qinghe immersed himself in enjoying An Yue’s teasing. His furrowed brows finally relaxed, turning from anxiety to an urgent craving. Ye Qinghe was very open when it came to matters of intimacy—if it felt good, he let out a sound, without any psychological burden.

Ye Qinghe was incredibly seductive when he got into the mood. He was fully engaged, placing his own hands on top, guiding An Yue’s motions with varying pressure and speed, as if wanting to hold An Yue, connecting more of their skin. His low, rough breathing was mixed with occasional short groans, as if reminding An Yue, “Yes, that’s it, a little more.”

Even though it was Ye Qinghe who was lost in the passion, it was An Yue who felt his face burning, heart racing, unable to lift his head. Listening to Ye Qinghe’s low, hoarse moans, calmly expressing his pleasure, An Yue found him irresistibly charming at that moment. Unable to help himself, An Yue leaned forward and kissed his lips deeply. He wanted to swallow all the intoxicating moans Ye Qinghe made because of him. “All mine.” Jealous, An Yue wasn’t willing to share him with anyone, not even Ye Qinghe himself.

With An Yue’s sudden kiss and diligent hands, Ye Qinghe reached his peak. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, especially these past few months when he couldn’t see. He hadn’t really focused on such matters. Plus, he had been thinking about “An Yue is tired” and wanting to finish quickly. So, once his desire was ignited, he didn’t hold back and let his passion erupt with a low growl.

It was a lot, thick and intense. An Yue didn’t have time to avoid it, and some splattered on him as well. Ye Qinghe was completely covered in it. An Yue grabbed a few tissues to wipe himself and Ye Qinghe off before getting up and leaving the bed.

“Where are you going?” Ye Qinghe waved his hand in the air, looking a bit frantic since he couldn’t catch An Yue.

“Don’t move, I’m going to get a towel from the bathroom,” An Yue explained.

Ye Qinghe lay back on the bed, breathing heavily, a wise smile on his face. An Yue tidied himself up in the bathroom, took a small towel out, and began wiping down Ye Qinghe. He saw Ye Qinghe smiling like a pervert, looking all lewd.

Smack! An Yue slapped Ye Qinghe on the stomach. “What are you thinking, smiling like that. It’s disgusting.” He threw the used towel into the dirty laundry, grabbed a clean pair of underwear for Ye Qinghe, and changed back into his pajamas.

“Don’t go,” Ye Qinghe pulled An Yue back. “Tonight, no, from now on, you’re sleeping here.”

An Yue really wanted to refuse him, but seeing Ye Qinghe’s hopeful expression, especially tonight, An Yue didn’t want to be the one to ruin the mood.

“Just tonight,” An Yue unnecessarily explained, “I’m too lazy to move.” He lifted the blanket and lay down, letting Ye Qinghe laugh like a silly octopus, clinging to him.

It was late at night, and An Yue was indeed very tired. Just as he was about to drift off to sleep in Ye Qinghe’s embrace, Ye Qinghe spoke.

“An Yue, did you feel good earlier?” Ye Qinghe asked.

“Mmm… felt good,” An Yue’s eyes and mouth were barely open, his short reply muffled and indistinct.

“Then why didn’t you make a sound?” Ye Qinghe asked.

(To be continued…)