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It was an accident the first time it happened. 

While waiting for sets and cameras to be put in place for the last scene of the day, Wang Yibo had been feeling a little out of it. It was probably the late hour or the exhaustion from working from morning to night but Xiao Zhan’s words were going from one ear to the other as Yibo stared blankly at his lips. 

Well, not entirely blank. Half of him was appreciating the shape and color of them—the roundness of his bottom lip, the full plush of the upper one, its adorable cupid’s bow. Not to mention the mole sitting just under the corner of his lower lip, adding ten times more to the allure. The other half of him, meanwhile, was recalling how soft and warm those lips felt around his cock, and he wondered when would be the earliest time he could have Xiao Zhan on his knees, sucking him. 

“Lao Wang? Yibo? Yibo!” 

Xiao Zhan was snapping his fingers in front of his face and Yibo instinctively snatched his hand away, keeping his grip around the older’s wrist. Xiao Zhan tried to pull his hand back but Yibo only tightened his hold, eliciting an eye roll from the other. 

“I’m earnestly discussing with you my feelings in this scene and here you are lost in space. Am I boring you, Lao Wang?” Xiao Zhan raised a brow. 

With no one in close proximity to them, Yibo could bluntly state, “Sorry, your lips were distracting me.” 

“My…” Xiao Zhan placed a hand to said lips, before he dropped it and scowled at Yibo. “Wang Yibo, get your head out of the gutter. We’re at work.”

Yibo smiled crookedly. “I’m just putting myself in the right headspace, Zhan-ge.”

Xiao Zhan gave him A Look that screamed, yeah right . “The virtuous Hanguang-Jun wouldn’t think such dirty things of Wei Wuxian.” 

Yibo snorted. “You’ve clearly never read the book.” 

“Who has the time for that?” The older shrugged, before pointing an accusatory finger at Yibo. “And you didn’t read it either, Bo-di!” 

“Yeah, but I read the extra chapters.” Yibo watched in amusement as Xiao Zhan slapped his own forehead with his script, before he continued, “Do you want to know what happened in them?”

“No!” 

“Okay, so there was this incense burner—”

A hand clamped over his mouth before he could finish, Xiao Zhan hissing at him to stop with a red face. He was smiling though, and Yibo was smiling, too. They were always like this, play-fighting on set, and Yibo really liked the reactions he could evoke out of his older co-star. He was about to lick the hand on him when Xiao Zhan suddenly retreated, probably sensing Yibo’s thoughts. 

But Yibo wasn't going to let him go so easily. He reached over and tried to give Xiao Zhan a taste of his own medicine, the other only putting up a weak resistance before giving up to Yibo’s antics. Yibo had a hand over Xiao Zhan’s mouth while the other was around his nape, keeping the older man in place as laughter filled the air. 

"Yibo!" Xiao Zhan was grappling at his hands, moving Wang Yibo’s grip down, which also incidentally brought both hands around his neck. Wang Yibo didn't know what he was thinking—maybe Xiao Zhan’s laugh was making him giddier than usual or the play-fighting had energized him—but the next thing he knew, he was squeezing his fingers down around that long neck, knowing it was all just for fun and games… except Xiao Zhan froze, his grin slipping. 

Yibo caught that look in his eye and was trying to puzzle what that meant. Abruptly, the director called for their names, asking them to get on set. Xiao Zhan immediately extracted himself from Yibo’s grip, his smile back like nothing had happened, and out of time as they were, Yibo just followed his lead. 

But he kept that reaction tucked in the corner of his mind. 

He hadn't brought it up again until they were waiting on set another day and Wang Yibo was explaining to Xiao Zhan about a mishap that happened earlier in his scene. He gestured with the tail ends of his Lan sect ribbon, reenacting the memory. 

"So one of the ropes gave out and it twisted around my neck a bit—" 

"Oh my god, Yibo, are you okay?" 

Xiao Zhan’s worry made Yibo grin, but he appeased the older by saying, "It's fine, see it only went—" 

And Yibo brought his own hands to Xiao Zhan’s neck, trying to express the feeling, which honestly did hurt a bit but Wang Yibo was a trooper to experiencing pain. He tightened his grip, and that was when it happened again: Xiao Zhan’s quiet gasp, the sound involuntarily making Wang Yibo dig his fingers in a little more until he felt the shudder that swept down Xiao Zhan’s body. 

Their gazes met for a split second and Xiao Zhan’s eyes were wide, his lips parted in an 'oh'. Yibo felt a sly smile stretch across his face because, hey now. 

Xiao Zhan slapped his hands away before he could say anything, looking like he was trying to take the tension that just skyrocketed back down to normalcy. "Okay, I get it now, Yibo." He chuckled, as if it could make Wang Yibo forget what just happened.

But it was too late. He knew now, and Wang Yibo decided he was going to find every opportunity to mess with his Zhan-ge before taking this to the bedroom. Where’s the fun without a little bit of teasing and experimenting, right? 

Xiao Zhan felt as if a storm was brewing and heading towards his way, and it happened to come in the form of a man named Wang Yibo. 

He didn't know what the younger was planning but ever since The Incident, Yibo wouldn't stop touching his neck. 

If he wanted to rile Xiao Zhan up while they were at work, then Yibo was doing a very good job at it. 

Sometimes, Yibo would be combing Xiao Zhan’s wig with his fingers, and at every stroke, the tips would brush against Xiao Zhan’s nape, causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh. But those were nowhere near as bad as when Yibo would find ways to place those big hands of his around his neck, whether with just one hand or both, while they were goofing around on set or even talking to others, and Xiao Zhan gradually felt as if he were going insane. 

He didn't understand why Yibo’s hands on his neck made him so sensitive, especially when he'd tighten his fingers and squeeze. Granted, Yibo's hands always made him feel good, especially when they were in the privacy of their own bedrooms, but Yibo wasn’t even asking to bring whatever this was there. 

He seemed to find joy tormenting Xiao Zhan out in public and at first, the older would shoot him warning glances to make him stop. However, when they were met with challenging smirks and more ‘accidental’ touches, Xiao Zhan resorted to dodging Yibo whenever the younger was near, or catching hold of his wrists when his hands started reaching for him. Xiao Zhan even tried retaliating but Yibo seemed to have developed a sixth sense to his actions and would always block him every time. 

It all blew over one day as they were filming an indoor scene, and Liu Haikuan was joking around with them to fill up the boredom of waiting. 

“Wei Ying has gone too far,” Yibo was saying in his low ‘Wangji’ voice, spouting his traitorous agenda again. 

Liu Haikuan’s lips quirked up as he played along. “What are you going to do about it, Wangji?”

“Don’t encourage him, Liu Laoshi,” Xiao Zhan sighed, exasperation written all over his features. He was leaning against the wall and holding his ever present portable fan to his face. 

Yibo seemed to be into whatever roleplaying he’s doing as he pointed a finger at Xiao Zhan’s lips, “You’re not allowed to speak.”

Xiao Zhan released a small laugh, looking away from the ridiculousness that was Wang Yibo. “Too bad you’re not actually Lan Wangji, Bo-di, so you can’t silence—” 

He choked on his next words when a hand suddenly appeared around his neck. Xiao Zhan hastily darted his eyes back to Yibo who was subtly smirking at him, his grip still loose. 

“Poor Xiao Liaoshi,” Liu Haikuan was saying but neither of them paid him any attention. Xiao Zhan felt a little panicked and a little aroused at the same time. Yibo’s dark eyes were staring at him as if he was tempted to ruin him right there, in front of everyone; he only needed to press his fingers down just the tiny bit more and—

Xiao Zhan forced himself to grin. “Yibo, quit joking around.” 

He hated how his stomach swooped when Yibo’s smirk widened, the act charming even in his Lan Wangji get-up. Yibo leaned in closer, “Then let’s play around later?” 

Let’s play became a keyword they decided for when either of them wanted to fuck after filming was over. Xiao Zhan stared at Yibo, and the lick of his lips and the gleam in his eyes seemed to promise a night Xiao Zhan would never forget. 

If anyone asked either of them, neither likely would be able to say what they were both doing. 

It was a surprising kind of high, getting to know each other on that set. They played characters whose feelings for the other were brewing beneath the surface, and they lived that, day in and day out. It didn't help that they just clicked, in that way really compatible people just sort of fit.

And, well... maybe it was the summer heat, or that Wang Yibo had a thing for innuendos and dirty jokes, or the fact that Xiao Zhan was gay enough to admit to himself that they met in Yibo's variety show before and this was not the first time he thought to himself that you know what, Wang Yibo was actually kind of hot—

Needless to say, it was a very good thing that the staff, or even the rest of the cast, did not have a habit of knocking on locked doors. 

"I bet you're glad to be out of your stuffy costume," said Wang Yibo as a hot hand skimmed the sensitive skin of Xiao Zhan's back.

Xiao Zhan did his best to suppress his shiver. Wang Yibo caught it anyway, judging by the sudden glint in his eyes and the way he pulled Xiao Zhan tighter against his lap, Xiao Zhan's legs on either side of him on the bed. 

"How's the shirt? Clumsy Zhan-ge spilling cola on himself, with no extra clothes on him." Wang Yibo huffed a laugh that brushed against the skin of Xiao Zhan's neck. After nipping at his ear, he gruffly whispered, "Can't complain, though. You look hot in my stuff."

"It fits," Xiao Zhan replied, a little shakily, as if the collar wasn't slightly loose around his neck, plainly exposing his collarbones. Being this close to Yibo never failed to leave him a little lightheaded with the way the other spoke into his ear, touching him like it was his every right to. The cola spill was a mishap that happened earlier in dinner, but Yibo had immediately helped him up to his room as if this was an opportunity he’d been waiting for.

"Didn't know you had a thing for me in your clothes, Yibo." Xiao Zhan bit his lip, stifling a gasp, when Wang Yibo began pressing firm kisses down his neck, leaving behind a trail of fire on his skin. Clutching at Yibo’s hair, which was still wet from the shower, Xiao Zhan felt the first stirrings of arousal curling in his gut when teeth dug into his collarbones, Yibo marking the area low enough where his costume could hide it. 

God, the taste of him. The thought ran through Wang Yibo's head as he sucked on the patch of skin where his teeth had been, his tongue slowly dragging afterwards, tasting salt and that delicious, indescribable note that was just Xiao Zhan. A low, rumbling growl escaped him as his lips dragged lower, stretching the material of the shirt to show new patches of skin, which he also met with tongue and teeth. 

“Didn’t know how good you’ll look in it,” said Wang Yibo. His eyes were dark and heated when they lifted to meet Xiao Zhan’s, Yibo never being one to hide what he was thinking or feeling at times like this. He kept his gaze on Xiao Zhan’s face even as his hands slipped further inside the shirt the other was wearing, blunt fingernails dragging across smooth skin. He watched, avidly, as his fingers found a pert nipple, already pebbled underneath. He pulled lightly at it, enjoying the feel of it between his fingertips. 

Xiao Zhan sucked in a breath, arching his back when his nipple was played with. A calloused thumb smoothed over it in maddening circles, coaxing tiny suppressed noises from Xiao Zhan. There was a time he had almost come when Yibo had sucked one into his mouth while pinching the other nipple during one of their trysts. Xiao Zhan could feel his cock twitching now as Yibo lightly scratched the sensitive nub with his nail. 

“Not too harsh, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan muttered, eyes locked with Yibo’s as he watched him drag his collar even lower till the nipple that wasn’t being touched was exposed. With a lick of his lips, Wang Yibo enveloped the dusky thing into his mouth and Xiao Zhan groaned, breaking their eye contact to throw his head back. 

Involuntarily, his hips shifted and Xiao Zhan moved against the bulge poking him from below. Wang Yibo hissed at the friction, eyes momentarily closing as that plush ass ground down on his still clothed cock. He couldn't help the way his hands tightened on Xiao Zhan, curving on each side of that slim waist to move him, grinding him once, twice more against the growing tightness in his jeans. 

"Gods, Zhan-ge…"

In the next moment he was lifting that shirt up, bunching the hems to Xiao Zhan's mouth to bite and keep out of the way as Wang Yibo bent down his head. He took a nipple in his mouth again, enveloping it with wet lips and a slick tongue while his fingers teased the other. He never would have expected to get so high on pleasuring someone else, but Xiao Zhan just hit all the right buttons, and he looked gorgeous and felt so good, bucking against Wang Yibo's lap. 

Xiao Zhan was gripping onto the other’s shoulders to keep himself steady as he rocked his hips on him. He moved forward to press his own bulge against Yibo’s abdomen before moving back to ride his ass on that hard swell below, wishing almost that he was naked already so he could feel the other’s hot shaft slipping between his cheeks. 

Moaning around the shirt in his mouth, Xiao Zhan suddenly tightened his hold on the younger’s hair when Yibo bit down onto his nipple, worrying the flesh between his teeth while his tongue licked the sting away. Yibo’s scalp must be in pain from Xiao Zhan’s pulling, but the sensation on his chest was just so sharp, so good. Yibo could do wonderful things with his mouth and it was no surprise that Xiao Zhan was trembling under the assault as his nipples were sucked one after the other. 

He looked down and regretted it almost instantly when his gut tightened at the sight of Yibo’s tongue swirling around one swollen nipple, soft lips coming together to suck it like it was a delicious treat. Yibo’s mouth looked so pink and plump around him and Xiao Zhan wanted those lips on him now. He tugged Yibo’s head up, taking him away from a saliva-slicked bud, as he released the hem of his shirt and crashed their mouths together in a passionate kiss. 

There was a split-second when Wang Yibo's lips stretched into a grin, before he was opening his mouth to receive that kiss. Xiao Zhan had the softest, most addictive mouth he had ever tasted, which was likely why their kisses tended to deepen and escalate so quickly. Wang Yibo groaned into it, the heat and taste of Xiao Zhan never failing to get him hot and flushed and impatient to get the other on whatever horizontal surface they had nearby.

He pushed them both down, Xiao Zhan on his back on Yibo's bed. Wang Yibo positioned himself between those long legs, his weight pressing the older man down as they deepened an already heated kiss. He slipped his tongue in and licked up at Xiao Zhan's open mouth before pulling their shirts over their heads. 

Xiao Zhan didn’t see where they were tossed as he connected their lips once more, their teeths colliding and wet mouths sliding over each other. He wrapped his arms around Yibo’s broad shoulders and felt the muscles on his back flex as Yibo began unbuckling his belt. 

Noticing his struggle, Xiao Zhan helped him remove them before Yibo kneeled up to shuck his jeans out of the way. Xiao Zhan rolled his own joggers down too, leaving him in only his boxers, and then he was spreading his legs, inviting Yibo back between them, groaning at the feel of naked skin under his hands. 

“God, Yibo, you’re so hot,” Xiao Zhan couldn’t help but say as he pressed hot kisses all over Yibo’s jawline and cheekbone. He returned to Yibo’s mouth and sucked that bottom lip between his, his kisses like a swig of sweet alcohol, burning deep into Xiao Zhan’s gut and making him dizzy the longer he had a taste of him. 

Yibo hummed in response to that, hands busy wandering along the long line of Xiao Zhan's back, reveling in the feel of smooth skin. 

"Not as hot as Zhan-ge," he teased, but really only half-joking. He kissed that mouth again before pulling back, thumb rubbing at the plump lips, eyes teasing but also heavy with lust. "Xiao Laoshi looks so hot when he gets like this. See how swollen your lips are, so perfect, they'd look so good wrapped around my..." Wang Yibo trailed off, a slow smile spreading on his boyish face as his thumb slowly dipped in, between Xiao Zhan's lips, opening his mouth wider. 

Xiao Zhan blinked hazy eyes open, glaring at Yibo because saying it like that made him sound so depraved. Though he wasn't really one to talk considering he's sucking that thumb eagerly into his mouth, licking the digit like he would Yibo’s dick. He slightly smirked when he noticed Yibo’s gaze darkening further and Xiao Zhan reached a hand down, passing over sculpted abs, to press a hand against the huge bulge packing in Yibo’s briefs. 

He began stroking it in slow, careful movements, pressing down with his palm a few times. Xiao Zhan hollowed his cheeks out as he sucked the thumb to the knuckle, riling Yibo up a little. 

Wang Yibo hissed at that, thumb pressing down on the slick tongue he felt hot underneath his finger. He couldn't keep himself from bucking against the hand on him, blood rushing down his cock it was already painful. He dragged his own hand down from Xiao Zhan's mouth, thumb releasing with a pop, wet and trailing saliva over Xiao Zhan's jaw and the long line of his neck. 

He watched intently, memories of earlier coming back to him as Xiao Zhan slowly, seemingly unconsciously, stretched his neck back to accommodate Wang Yibo's hand. His little gasp went straight through Wang Yibo, whose lips stretched once again into a sly grin. 

"Zhan-ge," he said, voice just a hint of teasing. "You didn't think I missed it, did you?"

Xiao Zhan’s hand stilled, his eyes locking with the man above him as he felt those fingers taking hold of his neck once more. His heart, already beating fast, accelerated, and Xiao Zhan couldn't tell whether the anticipation was from Yibo’s words or his actions. 

Or both, his mind supplied. 

"Missed what?" he whispered, playing dumb because of course he noticed it too, but he wasn't going to give Yibo the satisfaction that he knew what he was implying. And he was curious—how far was Yibo going to go? He swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed against the hand on him, the slight restriction sparking tingles in his belly. 

Wang Yibo met the denial with a raised eyebrow, his hand tightening just a tell-tale bit more. The tips of his fingers were close to where Xiao Zhan's pulse was racing, fooling no one, and the sweat beading on his skin made it easy for Wang Yibo to teasingly drag his thumb along the side of Xiao Zhan's neck. 

He did not miss the way Xiao Zhan bucked up beneath him. It pulled a quiet gasp from him, too, Xiao Zhan's pleasure feeding back to him in heated, electric bursts. Suddenly he needed to see it, the face Xiao Zhan would make, helpless and in the throes of pleasure beneath him. 

His other hand dragged down Xiao Zhan's chest, his torso, slipping below the waistband of those boxers that really left nothing more to the imagination. He wrapped his hand around the hardened cock tenting the thin material just as he also shifted his weight, the steady grip around Xiao Zhan's throat slowly, slowly growing tighter. 

Oh shit, passed through Xiao Zhan’s thoughts as his breathing sped up the more his airway was constricted, the dual sensations of his cock being gripped making things ten times hotter. He couldn’t help but think that Yibo’s hands felt so good on him, so big and strong that if Xiao Zhan let the other keep going, he might really choke and come at the same —

Oh.  

Xiao Zhan pushed Yibo back and met no resistance as he raised up and flipped their positions. When he settled above him, Xiao Zhan realized he was panting over Yibo, eyes blown and a deep flush reaching all the way down his chest. There was a stain on the front of his boxers, and Xiao Zhan knew that if Yibo had continued doing what he was doing, Xiao Zhan might have climaxed right then and there, and there was no way he was going to let things end now. 

He let his eyes trail down the beautiful expanse of Yibo’s toned body, grinning at the wet spot he found tainting the other's boxers, too. 

“Okay, it’s my turn now.” Xiao Zhan scooched down and breathed hotly on the clothed cock twitching in front of his face. He gave it a quick kiss and raised his eyes to Yibo, smirking as he slowly pulled the waistband down. 

Wang Yibo's breath hitched, mouth dropping open and head flying back as Xiao Zhan's lips wrapped around the head of his cock and sucked. He didn't go beyond that yet, just a teasing prelude to what else he could do, but Wang Yibo's head emptied as all blood rushed downwards anyway, as it always tended to whenever Xiao Zhan did this.

Wang Yibo forced himself to look back down, watching intently as this gorgeous man licked up the column of his cock. Xiao Zhan teased him with kitten licks at first, looking up at him with those deceptively innocent eyes. Paired up with those wet, luscious full lips—gods, what Wang Yibo's mind was already doing with that mouth.

"Zhan-ge, come on..." 

Xiao Zhan kissed up and down his shaft a few more times before finally complying. He held Yibo by the base as he engulfed the head between his lips, before slowly sliding down. The hot, heavy weight of Yibo’s arousal settled on his tongue and Xiao Zhan groaned, his body tingling with how wide Yibo’s girth stretched his mouth.

Once he had him halfway, Xiao Zhan bobbed his head up and down and hollowed his cheeks for a tighter fit. Xiao Zhan swallowed all the pre-come leaking from him eagerly, moaning from time to time to let the vibrations zip through Yibo’s body. He tried going lower with every downward motion, wanting this to feel good for Yibo, too. 

"Oh, fuck… fuck. "

Wang Yibo groaned, a split second of no filter as the delicious heat of being sucked into Xiao Zhan's mouth overwhelmed his senses. His brain managed to kick in and he bit his lip, knowing they shouldn't be too loud. But oh this felt good, so good, and his hand came up to cradle the back of Xiao Zhan's head, fingers burying in his soft hair. 

Yibo watched, enthralled, as his cock slid in and out between those same sinful lips he always found himself staring at and daydreaming about in between lulls in filming. The first few times they did this, Yibo tried to keep himself in check, not yet knowing how much Xiao Zhan could or was willing to take. But then the faces Xiao Zhan made earlier when Wang Yibo teased him kept playing out in Yibo's head, and he wondered. 

"Zhan-ge…"

It was a hint, a warning, one he hoped Xiao Zhan understood in case this was not okay. He held himself at the base then, the other hand pulling at Xiao Zhan's hair to keep his head still and in place. He met Xiao Zhan's eyes, kept their gazes locked as he positioned his cock against that mouth again. His thumb pushed it in shallowly at first, until Wang Yibo was planting his feet on the bed and really pushing in, deeper this time around, but god if he didn't need it deeper still.

Xiao Zhan almost choked on the feeling of him hitting the back of his throat. But he didn’t pull back, didn’t resist as Yibo held him where he wanted, letting the man do anything he wanted with him. Eyes falling half mast, Xiao Zhan opened his mouth wider and tried to relax his throat, a growing high buzzing in his veins as Yibo’s cock thrusted in again and again, going deeper each time. 

He dug his nails onto the sheets, tears reflexively prickling at the corner of his eyes as Yibo’s pace quickened. Xiao Zhan could feel the hot, thick length of him throbbing in his mouth, fucking his face as Xiao Zhan helplessly moaned around him, trying not to gag. His lips felt like they were on fire, and it was messy and wet, drool dripping down the corners of his mouth, which added to the slick sounds of Yibo’s cock pushing into him. 

It’s too big, Xiao Zhan thought in a daze, but he was humping his own hips against the mattress, erection still hard in his boxers. Even with his face pressed against Yibo’s pelvis, nose deep into his curls while he choked around the man’s cock, Xiao Zhan didn’t protest. He only trembled, ached and yearned for more, so much more.

Wang Yibo stared, entranced, at the way his cock all but made a mess of Xiao Zhan's pretty face. His face was flushed, eyes already brimming with tears as he choked on the girth of Wang Yibo's cock. The sight of him struggling but not pulling away was a heady one, one that did not fail to get into Wang Yibo's head.

"God, the way you take it," he hissed, whispered low and near unconsciously, "wish I could do this all day, wish I could pull you in between takes and just have my way with you, you on your knees as I fuck your face."

Xiao Zhan made a strangled noise from the back of his throat, toes curling as he sucked harder on Yibo’s dick. Even though it could never happen, Xiao Zhan could imagine it; Wang Yibo’s white robes hiked up at the front as he had Xiao Zhan kneeling before him, holding his head in place as he fucked deep into his throat, and Xiao Zhan would just take it, shuddering and enjoying every minute of it. 

He didn’t realize he was making so much noise until Yibo was pulling him up, hard cock slipping out between his lips. His jaw was aching now that his mouth wasn’t stuffed full and Xiao Zhan followed Yibo’s tugging, crawling over his body until Wang Yibo’s lips were capturing his. 

The kiss that followed was messy, crazed and frenzied given how affected they both were. Wang Yibo bit at Xiao Zhan's lips, tongues licking up inside open mouths, groans and heavy breaths exchanged in between. 

"On me," said Wang Yibo, in the space of a breath before capturing Xiao Zhan's mouth again for him to devour. "Need you, need to taste you on my tongue, come on—" another kiss, the fingers on Xiao Zhan's hair pulling tight. "I'll open you up good, ge, and then I'll fuck you until you're crying."

Xiao Zhan had to pull back from those lips, because fuck , Yibo had no filter at all. “The mouth on you, Yibo, god. You’re killing me.” He whined against the smooth skin of Yibo’s cheek, kissing him once more to stave off any more words from him. Then he was rising up, moving his body carefully around Yibo until he was kneeling above his face, anticipation settling heavy in his gut. 

It wasn’t often they did this, but when they did, fuck, Xiao Zhan wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Yibo’s mouth and tongue for days. He felt big hands guide him lower until a warm puff of air hit his privates, ripping a shudder down his spine. Xiao Zhan braced himself against the headboard, mindful of his weight so that he wasn’t actually sitting on Yibo, though who knew if he would be lucid enough by the end of it once the younger started going. 

The first wet touch on his perineum had Xiao Zhan gasping in surprise, his eyes falling shut on the second lick as it trailed towards his hole, where he’d been unconsciously clenching the entire time. 

There were a few more teasing licks, just around the edge until Xiao Zhan was whining with increasing anticipation. There was a low chuckle from Wang Yibo, the gusts of breath brushing already sensitive skin until next, he was there with a broad, wet swipe of tongue, pressing firm and hungry against Xiao Zhan's hole. 

The keening noise Xiao Zhan made went straight down to Wang Yibo. It was always good with them, well-matched even down to this, every reaction and sign of pleasure for Xiao Zhan feeding him. Blunt nails scratched lightly at the smooth line of Xiao Zhan's back as Wang Yibo stretched up, long neck straining as he worked at that hole. God, doing this, that soft, pink patch of skin against his hungry tongue—Wang Yibo couldn't get enough, wanted more of it, wanted it pressed against his mouth while he pulled at his own dick until he was coming from it. 

Maybe one of these days, Yibo thought to himself.

He lapped at that hole like a man starved until it was wet and soft against his tongue. One hand slid down the curve of that ass, giving in to the urge to slap it once and feel it bounce against his palm, before fingers were joining tongue, one thumb brushing at the entrance back and forth, alternating with that sinful muscle, threatening to slip in. 

Xiao Zhan cursed as he held his position as long as he could, trembling a little with every stroke of that warm, hot tongue against his opening. There was a thumb slowly slipping into his hole, hooking inside as Yibo licked around the skin sucking it in. The thumb pushed in and out of Xiao Zhan slowly as if Yibo was savoring the tight feel of him on his digit and Xiao Zhan wanted nothing more than to let it sink deeper and stretch him wider, preferably with the rest of Yibo’s long fingers.

But Yibo didn’t let up on his licking and it was making Xiao Zhan’s brain fuzzy from all of the sensations below. His breath hitched when another thumb rubbed the sensitive area of his entrance, hips jerking as it probed inside. Xiao Zhan forced himself to stay still and relax until the digit was nestled firmly against his walls, two fingers now slowly fucking into him. 

Just as he opened his mouth to ask for more, his hole was suddenly being thumbed open until Yibo had enough space in between to lick inside with a hungry groan that had Xiao Zhan crying out and shaking above him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, was the chant in Xiao Zhan’s head as he rolled his hips down on Yibo’s tongue, inner walls squeezing on that slick muscle lapping against them. 

“Wait, Yibo, I-I’m going to fall,” Xiao Zhan panted, thighs trembling from keeping his weight aloft on either side of Yibo’s head.

Undeterred, Yibo pulled at Xiao Zhan, turning him around and nearly throwing him back face first near the foot of the bed. He grabbed the other man's hips, lifting it up so that perfect, pert ass was back up to his face. Unwilling to lose any more time than he already had, Wang Yibo dove back with his tongue licking one long, wet strip, before tensing it so he could fuck in as deep as it could go. 

The noises Xiao Zhan made, not entirely muffled by the sheets and the mattress under them, only served to fuel the desire growing deep in Yibo's gut. Never had anyone gotten him this hot, this desperate, that even he was groaning with Xiao Zhan in mirrored pleasure as he sank two fingers in again, spreading him wide. 

"Fuck, do you feel that?" he asked, nearly growled the words against the smooth skin of Xiao Zhan's ass. Teeth scraped at what skin it could reach as he stretched that hole with both hands, spat on it, got it good and wet so he could shove a third finger in. "Look at how wet and soft you are already, you're just sucking my fingers in. Are these going to be enough for you? Maybe you don't even need a dick in here to get you coming, huh, ge?"

Xiao Zhan was gasping for breath, drool dripping on the sheets as he tried hard to put his thoughts into some form of order, “No, I-I— nngh! ” Yibo had driven his fingers in without any remorse and his mind collapsed for a brief moment, overwhelmed by the push and pull of them angling inside him until Xiao Zhan shifted his hips lower and there—!

Xiao Zhan bit down on the sheets as a howl almost left his throat, his grip nearly ripping the blankets in the process as Yibo found what he was looking for and began pounding Xiao Zhan’s prostate with force. He couldn’t help but push back against it, shuddering every time it was prodded and hit, pushing him closer and closer towards oblivion but no, not yet—

“Yibo,” Xiao Zhan tried to reach behind him, moaning as Yibo kept going, and he could only grasp the hand Yibo had on his hips, turning his face to the side so he could clearly say, “You. I want… you.” 

Heart thumping, Wang Yibo flipped him over then. Xiao Zhan was nearly limp, body heavy from being played with for so long, but Wang Yibo was relentless as he just shoved the other's legs wide apart again, hands grabbing hips and lifting so Xiao Zhan was straddling his thighs. 

Wang Yibo just had half a mind to grab the lube from under one of the pillows, gaze never leaving Xiao Zhan. The flush on the other's skin, the dazed look in his eyes, the tears dewing at the corners from all the teasing—Wang Yibo couldn't get enough of them. He loomed over the other, tongue tracing the long line of his neck, licking up a path up to those luscious red lips. He groaned against a deliciously wet kiss as he got himself ready, slicking his own cock before his fingers were back on Xiao Zhan's hot, twitching hole.

"You want it?" he asked, voice low and breathy. He sank another thumb in, watched avidly at how good and easily that digit just went in. He took his own slick cock in hand and brushed the throbbing head against the entrance, his own breath catching. He pulled back and let the length of him slide along that hot, already sensitive skin, slowly moving back and forth, spreading lube and pre-come between Xiao Zhan's legs. "Imagine all of this inside you, ge—fucking you deep and hard as I hold you down. I want you to come on my cock tonight, all right?" 

Listening to the filthy things spilling out of Yibo’s mouth, Xiao Zhan mewled, wanting it so much his cock twitched, drooling at the tip. He wanted Wang Yibo in him right now, fucking him stupid until Xiao Zhan couldn’t even remember his own name. His hips moved without conscious thought, trying to get Yibo’s cock to where he wanted it, but the little brat kept evading him as he continued to grind his hips between Xiao Zhan’s legs. Xiao Zhan demanded through gritted teeth, “Yibo, come on.” 

But judging by the smirk on the man’s face, Xiao Zhan was going to have to beg his way through it. He thumped his head back against the bedding and groaned, horny and desperate but unwilling to open his mouth to plead. Yibo always liked to play games with him and though it made things exciting, Xiao Zhan was already beside himself with need. And Yibo seemed to sense that as in the next moment, Xiao Zhan felt the fat tip of his cock rubbing against his hole, and he gasped, eyes flying open.

However, that seemed to be exactly what Wang Yibo wanted as he once more retracted before he could enter him, and Xiao Zhan dug his fingers into Yibo’s biceps, whining in complaint. He squirmed on the man’s lap, trying to entice Yibo to just do it already because he could see Wang Yibo struggling to hold back as well, could tell he wanted to fuck him just as much as Xiao Zhan wanted him to.

But they were both stubborn individuals and it was suddenly a competition to see who would break first.   

For a moment, Wang Yibo thought he got him. Xiao Zhan had that look on his face, the same one that looked like it would succumb to pleasure with just a little more prodding and Wang Yibo was warm with anticipated victory. But then, Xiao Zhan was not easy nor was he always predictable, and Wang Yibo only caught the tightening on the other's lips, the growing intent in his eyes before Wang Yibo was thinking to himself: Fuck. 

Before he could brace for it, Yibo found himself pushed back, falling on his ass and narrowly missing the headboard as he caught himself on his hands. And then it was Xiao Zhan as though straight out of Yibo's wet dream, rising sensually from the bed to crawl towards him, climbing onto his lap with arms slithering around Yibo's neck.

Wang Yibo swallowed down a sudden lump. "Ge—"

Xiao Zhan didn’t let him speak. He pulled Wang Yibo by the nape and lunged down to cover his mouth in a hot and wet kiss, venting his frustrations out in a messy clash of lips and tongue. Xiao Zhan only pulled back slightly to whisper a low, “Quiet," before he was back, licking into Yibo’s mouth once again. 

As he did so, he reached down between them, stroking Yibo’s abs as he went, and gripped his cock in a loose hold. Xiao Zhan didn’t guide it in him like every lust-filled thought was urging him to. Instead, he slowly and torturously slid his hand up and down the lubed shaft, playing with it like how Yibo had been playing with his body. 

"Do you like it this slow, Yibo? Do you like having only my hand on you?" Xiao Zhan asked, grinning slightly when he heard the stuttered groans and felt his name murmured into their kiss. But Xiao Zhan never quickened his pace nor tore his eyes away from the irritation rising in Yibo’s gaze. That's it, he thought, get riled up, get desperate for me like I am for you . The other tried to buck up against him but Xiao Zhan made sure to press his own hips down, tingles of delight sweeping through them from the sweet friction. 

Wang Yibo could only groan through the heavenly torture, growling into Xiao Zhan's mouth while his dick slid between the soft cheeks of Xiao Zhan's ass. Every time the length of him slid past the hole, he thought he could imagine every slick, hot groove on that delicate skin, could perfectly picture it yielding against the strain of being pushed against the head of his cock, opening to him bit by bit, engulfing him in tight, tight heat…

"Fuck—" 

He tried to thrust up, hands grabbing at Xiao Zhan's hips to pull him closer, position him better. His breath came labored and heavy as he stretched up for more of those addictive kisses, Xiao Zhan's mouth like every sweet treat his fevered mind could come up with. One hand slid down to the swell of Xiao Zhan's ass, right where the tip of his own cock was poking out, aching and starting to push the tip in. 

But Xiao Zhan wasn’t about to let him get it so easily. He rolled his hips away, the tip popping out before it could sink in fully, and even he had to hiss at the loss. It was getting harder to resist when their kisses grew more frantic, Yibo’s hands like a vice on his hips. Xiao Zhan wondered if he was going to have finger-shaped bruises by morning and he shuddered with the want of it. 

He chuckled breathlessly when he managed to avoid another one of Yibo’s attempts to keep him still while he lined his cock to him. Xiao Zhan could tell he was holding onto his last thread of control and Xiao Zhan didn't know whether he should be cautious or excited once that string snapped. 

Yibo, meanwhile, who although was the one who started the teasing, was slowly going out of his mind. His cock felt like it was about to burst, so hard and heavy was it between his legs, jumping at attention and chasing after every brush against Xiao Zhan's sweat-slick skin. What started out as subtle pulls, fingers tightening suggestively against the impossible curve of Xiao Zhan's hips, soon evolved into outright grappling. Xiao Zhan pulled actual strength every time he shoved Wang Yibo away. 

"Shit, ge, what the hell—?!" 

Somehow, Wang Yibo was able to push Xiao Zhan back down on the bed. For a moment they were back to their schoolboy play-fighting, one trying to pin the other down while the other struggled and did not make it easy, even laughing at the other's growing desperation. They were a tangle of limbs, until finally Wang Yibo had Xiao Zhan trapped underneath him, cock so close to where he badly wanted to sink in. He saw the moment Xiao Zhan's eyes narrowed and moved as though he would struggle again, but this time Wang Yibo was ready for him—his hand shot out, aimed for Xiao Zhan's throat, and pushed him firmly down on the bed. 

He practically growled out the words, "Fucking stay still—" before he finally, finally, pushed the length of his cock in. 

Xiao Zhan wanted to shout, wanted to keen and moan at the same time when he felt the slick slide of Yibo pushing into him, stretching his walls wide and open. But all he could produce was a strangled sound as his neck was gripped tightly, the constricting feeling compounded even more by Yibo’s rough thrust slamming into him. 

It was dizzying, it was electrifying, and god, Xiao Zhan never knew it could feel so good. He grasped tightly onto the hand pinning him down, while the other was scrambling for the sheets above his head, holding on for dear life, because Yibo was putting power into his thrusts right from the get-go, not giving him an inch at all. And Xiao Zhan was so hard, he was squirming and gasping for breath, thighs flexing around Yibo’s hips as the younger man fucked him like they’d both been dying for it. 

Wang Yibo could barely think straight, the first few thrusts rough, fast and driven by pure instinct from the prolonged teasing. Xiao Zhan's body felt so good, so hot and so tight as it gripped his cock perfectly. Wang Yibo thrusted in and out and thought he'd go mad with it, his mouth falling open as he stared down at the man he had captive beneath him. 

And wow, that view. Xiao Zhan flushed beneath him, eyes dazed and staring back almost unseeing at Wang Yibo, clutching at the hand on his neck, sinful mouth open as though begging Wang Yibo for it. And Yibo gave it to him, gave it to him good. He watched as Xiao Zhan began to struggle with the lack of air, and still Wang Yibo fucked him deep, needing to make him feel it. 

"Like that?" he said, hovering over the man. His other hand reached down, lifted Xiao Zhan's lower back off the bed, angling him so Wang Yibo could pump into him and hit his prostate as he went. "That what does it for you? God, you fought it, didn't you, but look at how you take it when you've got a dick fucking a hole into the mattress with you."

Xiao Zhan was burning as if an inferno had been ignited inside his stomach and was spreading throughout his veins. He gasped out a weak, "No," despite his legs spreading wider to get that thick cock deep inside him, his own hips moving frantically to meet Yibo’s. It was possible that he was only denying it so that Yibo could continue proving that he was wrong, that his hand gradually tightening on Xiao Zhan’s neck wasn’t unfavored, but a desire for more. 

Eyes blurring, Xiao Zhan almost couldn't breathe and it wasn't just because of the strong hand gripping his neck. Every aim at that sweet spot inside him had Xiao Zhan writhing on the sheets, gasping from the jolts of pleasure shooting through his struggling body. Somehow, it was more intense than anything he'd felt before, heightening each sensation of Yibo’s cock catching friction inside him, the sweat of his legs sticking to Yibo’s hips, and the slap of balls reddening his cheeks. 

Xiao Zhan’s pulse was fluttering fast under Yibo's fingers, and he squeezed down harder onto the hot dick dragging against his sensitive walls, eyes dazedly watching Yibo’s gorgeous form looming over him, moving into him like Xiao Zhan was the best thing he'd ever felt and it was all too much… 

"Yibo," Xiao Zhan mouthed, barely a sound escaping him, and he was keyed up so high that he could feel himself about to fall and crash. He was almost there, just a little more and—

All of a sudden, there was a rush of air filling his lungs and Xiao Zhan gasped, realizing that Yibo had released him. Not only that, his hips had stopped moving as well, and Xiao Zhan was about to lose it. 

Wang Yibo felt the tightening around his cock, caught the way the body beneath him arched as it was suddenly deprived. He dipped down, caught the whimper that escaped Xiao Zhan in his mouth as he pressed him down with a kiss. He laced their fingers together and stretched the other man's arms up, crossing them above Xiao Zhan's head and placing a hand over his wrist. He pushed down, signaling for the man to keep them there while Yibo's hands wandered, caressing smooth, sweat-slick skin. He pulled at a soft bottom lip with his teeth, soothing it after with his tongue before it slipped into Xiao Zhan's mouth again, getting his fill of him before pulling back once more. 

God, Xiao Zhan was gorgeous when stretched out like this, eyes hazy with arousal as they looked back up at Wang Yibo. His lips were wet and swollen and Wang Yibo couldn't help the way his thumb dipped in, pulled out, and sucked in again and then fucking that sinful mouth like it's made for it. 

"Not yet," Wang Yibo said, just as he began moving his hips again. He pulled out slowly, making sure Xiao Zhan felt that long stretch, pulling out completely before pushing back in again. 

Xiao Zhan tilted his head back, neck straining as he moaned, softly at first but rising in crescendo at the inch by steady inch of Yibo filling him up. When he started leaving again, Xiao Zhan groaned, "Fuck, don't," hands fisting the sheets above him as he clenched around Yibo’s cock, trying to keep him in, but there was an obscene squelch , and his hole fluttered around nothing once more. 

The slow drag of Yibo pushing and pulling into him was bringing Xiao Zhan back down from his high and he sobbed when he realized Yibo wasn't going to let him come anytime soon. His cock was left aching and throbbing on his belly, pre-cum and a mix of sweat smearing over the soft skin. Xiao Zhan was so close to begging Yibo to just pound him raw and make him come already. If they dragged this on anymore, he was going to lose all feeling in his balls. 

When Yibo pushed back in, his fat cock stretching Xiao Zhan deliciously at all sides, he reached into him as deep as he could go. Xiao Zhan gasped and moaned in approval as Wang Yibo stayed there, grinding his hips and connecting them completely. He tightened his legs around Yibo, encouraging him as Xiao Zhan moved his hips in small increments, trying to fuck himself on his dick. 

Wang Yibo groaned as those legs locked him in, urging him to give more. "God, you feel so good," he couldn't help but say, giving in for a moment to the pleasure as he threw his head back, rolling his hips slow. He grabbed at Xiao Zhan's hips, pulled that body snug against him and angled them so he was grinding against that sweet spot. 

He leaned forward, clamping one large hand over where the older man's arms were crossed above his head. Yibo's other hand then reached down, traced a thumb from the base of Xiao Zhan's reddened cock to the tip leaking between them. The pad of his thumb rubbed back and forth against that slit, the rest of the hand slowly wrapping around the length of him. 

"How close are you?" he asked, voice low in the heated air between them. 

“I was closer earlier,” Xiao Zhan couldn’t help but grumble, biting down onto the swollen lips in front of him in spite. In the next moment, he was moaning against Yibo’s mouth when the man’s entire hand pumped his cock in a warm, tight grip as he simultaneously increased the pace of his thrusts. 

“But if y-you— aah — keep doing that…” Xiao Zhan trailed off into a moan as he arched his back, grinding down onto Yibo’s pelvis until there was this almost perfect rhythm of Yibo pushing in and Xiao Zhan pushing back, the long, deep fucks lighting up every nerve cell in his body. 

As the heat cranked up, moans and grunts gradually mixed in with the sounds of skin slapping in the air. Xiao Zhan barely even noticed he was making needy, little sounds each time Yibo pushed into him, over and over again. He began to struggle against the grip on his wrists, wanting to touch Yibo too, wound his arms around his back and draw him closer to his body. He wanted every inch of their hot skins touching until there was hardly any space between them, until Xiao Zhan couldn’t tell them apart. 

“Yibo… my hands…” 

Wang Yibo leaned down, trailed kisses from Xiao Zhan's lips down to his neck. "Oh?" he grunted, the thrusting of his hips not faltering even once. The hand holding Xiao Zhan's slowly unwrapped around them, sliding down the sensitive line of his arm until Wang Yibo was teasing at Xiao Zhan's face, tracing a red ear. "And what should I do with my hands in the meantime? Hold something else down?" 

The pleasure was building, heat pooling sweet and heavy in the pit of his gut. Xiao Zhan was also close, he could tell, and as with every time they did this, Wang Yibo wanted to push him there, wanted Xiao Zhan going over the edge further than other times before. 

He thrusted deep, waited for the gasp, and then slowly but firmly clamped his hand over Xiao Zhan's nose and mouth. 

Fingers immediately clawed onto Yibo’s back and shoulders as Xiao Zhan scrambled for something to hold onto because Yibo was blocking his airway, and though it wasn't as constricting as earlier, Xiao Zhan was still bunching his walls tighter around Yibo, incredibly aroused. 

At the same time, Yibo was hitting his prostate dead on and Xiao Zhan scratched down toned arms, needing more, wanting more, before a desperate idea came to him. Xiao Zhan raised his knees and held the backs of them, opening himself wider to Yibo who fell deeper into the cradle of his hips. Xiao Zhan would have shouted, was shouting into Yibo's hand, as Yibo snapped his hips with a growl, the pace of his thrusts increasing, the bed creaking loudly under them. 

There was no escape from the continuous onslaught of Yibo’s cock and Xiao Zhan had no desire to do anything but writhe on the sheets and take it, squeezing harder every time he tried to gasp air into his lungs. A high-pitched whine was stuck in his throat as the head of Yibo's length abused the bundle of nerves inside that had Xiao Zhan’s toes curling, nails digging into his own skin. He shut his eyes, the ceaseless build of pressure already too much. His lungs, too, were beginning to protest the lack of air, his chest tightening at the urge to breathe, but Wang Yibo was holding him down tight, not allowing any respite. 

Fuck, passed through Xiao Zhan's head, eyes growing hazy and his fingers starting to really dig. Wang Yibo was fucking him raw, rough and forceful, and Xiao Zhan just needed that last bit of push, just a bit more, to finally—

Then Yibo was there, hand thumbing Xiao Zhan’s slit at the same time as he drove in deep, nailing his prostate so hard that Xiao Zhan felt stars explode behind his lids as he came with a muffled whine. Pleasure crashed into him in ongoing waves, body convulsing through his orgasm before Wang Yibo finally released him for that first rush of air.  

Xiao Zhan squeezed down tighter with every desperate inhale he took, and Wang Yibo moaned through the sensation, because fuck if that hadn't been hot to watch— Xiao Zhan flushed below him and taking it. It wrung out Wang Yibo's orgasm just seconds after as he rode them through the wave, hips fucking in and out of Xiao Zhan as blunt nails came around to dig at Yibo's back, the room filling with the sounds of their groans and heavy breathing. Yibo’s fingers clutched through Xiao Zhan's hair, needing his own thing to hold on to, as he finally buried himself deep one last time, nearly blacking out from the intensity of it all, teeth scraping against the shell of Xiao Zhan's ear 

It took awhile for them to recover. Wang Yibo all but fell on top of Xiao Zhan, both still trying to catch their breaths. Trickles of fluid had leaked out between them when Yibo kept moving through his orgasm, dribbling down Xiao Zhan's ass and over the sheets. Xiao Zhan shifted and groaned a little when the act moved Yibo’s dick inside him, feeling warm and filled to the brim. When it looked like Wang Yibo was not going anywhere anytime soon, Xiao Zhan let his arms tighten around the younger man, finding comfort in the other's heartbeats that matched his own. 

He tried to take in a deep, calming breath—and promptly started coughing. 

"Ge." Wang Yibo was immediately on him. There were fingers lifting Xiao Zhan's chin, Yibo’s face coming into view as he checked at the other's neck. "Sorry, was I too rough on you?" 

"I'm fine," Xiao Zhan grunted hoarsely, weakly swatting at Wang Yibo's hand. Besides, he remembered his own reaction to the rough handling earlier, and knew he must be blushing again. He immediately deflected. "But Lao Wang, really. Warn me what you'll be going for next time." 

Lips replaced fingers as Wang Yibo kissed along Xiao Zhan's jaw and down the side of his throat to where he thought he saw some marks. Thank God they won't be filming the following day. 

"Sorry, sorry," apologized Wang Yibo, lips continuing their journey down. "Zhan-ge, maybe you don't know, but when you look like you might enjoy something--"

If Xiao Zhan wasn't flushing before, he sure was doing so now. He was also sure he wouldn't be able to keep a straight face at whatever was going to come out of Wang Yibo's mouth. He surged up, pressed his lips to Yibo's, kissing the next words out of the other boy's mouth. 

It was meant to shut Yibo at first, but that kiss quickly deepened, Yibo first biting at Xiao Zhan's bottom lip, tongue eventually coaxing his mouth open and licking in. Xiao Zhan moaned into the kiss—louder even when he felt something beginning to stir within him.

He pulled away. "Wang Yibo!" He tried to smack Wang Yibo's arm, but the other just started laughing and moved to dodge him. He did not move far enough though, to pull out of Xiao Zhan—nor did it look like he would be pulling out soon.

"Zhan-ge…" Yibo's voice was warm, low, teasing but also this side of sticky and coaxing and it was doing things to Xiao Zhan. "Didn't you eventually like it? I'm good at figuring out what Zhan-ge likes, right?" He kissed Xiao Zhan's ear, speaking low and directly to it. "Maybe I can figure out a few more?"

Xiao Zhan groaned, first in exasperation and then… something else, because gods, Wang Yibo knew exactly how to roll his hips to have all thoughts draining out of Xiao Zhan's brain.

Well, he thought to himself. Yibo wasn't wrong… but Xiao Zhan would be damned before he admitted that. 

His lips twitched into a helpless laugh, even as his arms tightened around Wang Yibo. "All right," he said, his tone a challenge. "Bring it, then."