Control Freak - Chapter 28

As soon as Ye Zhou kissed him, it was as if he lost control, unable to stop himself. He suddenly pushed Guan Heng against the wall, tilting his head to try and kiss him even deeper.

Guan Heng didn’t resist; instead, he took a few steps back, allowing Ye Zhou to press him against the wall.

Ye Zhou kissed him fervently, feeling Guan Heng’s silent consent. He was breathing heavily, sliding one hand down from Guan Heng’s neck, feeling his chest through his clothes. The muscles underneath were firm and smooth, better than he had imagined. Ye Zhou couldn’t resist exploring further, his hand gliding over Guan Heng’s eight-pack abs, but just as he was about to go lower, his hand was caught by Guan Heng, and his lip was nipped, causing him to hiss softly. Their lips parted slightly, but their breaths still intertwined.

Guan Heng hadn’t closed his eyes since Ye Zhou kissed him. His gaze deepened, carrying a warning: “Ye Zhou.”

But Ye Zhou didn’t listen, already overwhelmed by desire. He shook off Guan Heng’s grip, and though he didn’t continue to grope, he boldly reached for Guan Heng’s glasses. With his glasses, Guan Heng had a refined, handsome appearance, exuding a gentle aura. Without them, his eyes revealed a rare aggression, making him look even more striking.

Ye Zhou stared for a long moment, mesmerized, before impulsively kissing him again. This kiss was bolder than the one on Christmas Eve, as Ye Zhou slipped his tongue in, trying to dominate the kiss with his technique.

Guan Heng hesitated for a moment but didn’t push him away, slightly parting his lips to let Ye Zhou’s tongue in.

Neither of them was inexperienced, and their tongues soon intertwined, locked in a fierce, passionate kiss. Ye Zhou thought their kissing skills were evenly matched, unaware that he was already following Guan Heng’s lead, being gradually pulled into the bedroom.

Guan Heng’s bedroom carried an even stronger scent of wood, a fragrance Ye Zhou liked, which instantly stirred his desires. He made no effort to hide his erection, pressing suggestively against Guan Heng.

Ye Zhou had always been a person of principles, never overstepping boundaries while pursuing Guan Heng. But tonight, something was clearly off. Guan Heng could see it, which was why he allowed Ye Zhou to act so recklessly. He deliberately stepped back again, letting Ye Zhou press him down onto the bed.

Tonight, Ye Zhou wasn’t gentle. Despite his lips being bitten red, Guan Heng’s breathing remained steady, his composure unshaken. He still looked calm and poised as he asked, “Ye Zhou, what do you want to do?”

Ye Zhou was panting heavily, his mind in disarray. But Guan Heng’s deep and soothing voice seemed to calm him down slightly. His response was delayed, as if he was thinking, his gaze dazed as he stared at Guan Heng’s lips. After a moment, he finally answered, “…I want you.”

Ye Zhou, being the one on top, naturally wanted to pin down the person he liked. It was an instinct that required no thought. After answering Guan Heng’s question, the confusion in his eyes seemed to fade, and he spoke with more certainty, “Guan Heng, I really like you.”

Guan Heng tilted his head back, silently observing Ye Zhou, then licked the spot where Ye Zhou had bitten his lip. His shirt had already been tugged into disarray, the top two buttons undone, revealing a broad expanse of his alluring collarbones and the faint outline of his chest muscles. The thin fabric subtly highlighted his well-defined abs. Guan Heng’s gaze was calm, yet dangerous, and the way he moved carried an air of restrained seduction.

Ye Zhou’s breath hitched, his heart pounding hard. His body remembered the sensation of touching Guan Heng’s chest and abs, making his fingertips tremble with excitement. When he leaned down to kiss again, his mind was no longer in chaos—he was driven by fierce desire.

He liked Guan Heng too much. He wanted this man.

At that moment, Guan Heng’s hidden side fully emerged. He was, in fact, a person with a strong desire for control, something that became especially apparent in bed. Ye Zhou’s heart could only belong to him, his eyes could only see him, and he could think of nothing else.

As Ye Zhou kissed him fiercely, Guan Heng’s left hand reached up to the back of his neck, giving it a reassuring squeeze, as if to soothe him.

“Mn…” A soft moan escaped from Ye Zhou’s throat as a tingling sensation spread through his nerves. He eagerly pushed his tongue deeper into Guan Heng’s mouth, his hand wandering down to Guan Heng’s lower abdomen.

This time, Guan Heng didn’t stop him; instead, his fingers traced teasingly across the back of Ye Zhou’s neck.

Before long, Ye Zhou’s hand reached… and he froze for a moment, a bit shocked. This wasn’t what he expected—Guan Heng was larger than he imagined, impressively so.

Guan Heng lightly bit his lip and whispered against his ear, “Continue.”

Guan Heng’s deep, husky voice was so seductive that it sent shivers through Ye Zhou’s entire body. He couldn’t resist Guan Heng at all—it was as if the control had quietly slipped away from him. Without hesitation, he undid Guan Heng’s pants and reached inside.

Meanwhile, Guan Heng’s long fingers threaded through Ye Zhou’s hair, gently massaging his scalp and behind his ears, sending unfamiliar waves of pleasure surging through Ye Zhou’s mind. A soft moan escaped him again. No one had ever touched his sensitive spots like this before, and his body trembled as he instinctively gripped the half-hard length in his hand.

Guan Heng’s kiss fell again, but this time it wasn’t fierce or rough—just steady and completely in control.

As they kissed once more, the experience felt entirely different for Ye Zhou. It reminded him of the time Guan Heng had washed his hair, enveloping him in warmth and comfort, his focus completely drawn to the fingers pressing into the back of his neck. “Mnn…”

It was as if Guan Heng was stroking the most delicate, sensitive part of Ye Zhou’s nerves, making his body surge with excitement. Even without being touched, he was already painfully hard, straining against his underwear.

With an urgent need, he bit down on Guan Heng’s lips and quickly yanked down his own pants, pressing their bare lengths together.

Ye Zhou felt an unbearable heat coursing through his body, losing his reason and composure for the first time. Like a lustful beast, he panted heavily, pressing against Guan Heng and grinding against him incessantly. He even bit Guan Heng’s lips until they bled, burying his head to kiss his neck and collarbone.

Though pressed beneath Ye Zhou, it was Guan Heng who truly dominated their encounter. His hand remained on the back of Ye Zhou’s neck, occasionally kneading it, both urging and soothing him.

When Ye Zhou accidentally bit down too hard, Guan Heng suddenly let out a muffled groan, his head tilting back.

That moan resonated in Ye Zhou’s mind like a direct strike to his soul, causing him to shudder. His mind went blank for several seconds.

Before he could even process what to do with Guan Heng, he came first.

At that moment, it felt as though Ye Zhou had snapped back to reality. Seeing Guan Heng, who lay beneath him, ravaged and at his mercy, his first thought was one of despair: he wanted to die—this was so embarrassing!