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Xiao Zhan walks into his office with careful steps, moving towards his desk while carrying a stack of papers that need grading. The room is spacious, neatly organized and tastefully styled thanks to Xiao Zhan’s eye for art. In another life, he could have been a designer had his parents not persuaded him into becoming a doctor instead. But Xiao Zhan loves his current job, even though it can get stressful and a little too much at times, but there are great joys he's found in it— mainly in the form of a Lego loving, gremlin-smiling, hot-in-scrubs cutie.
Sitting gingerly on his chair, Xiao Zhan places the papers down and opens his computer. With a click of the remote, he turns the AC on too. It’s gotten a little hot recently, so he loosens the tie around his collar, sighing quietly in relief.
But as he grabs the mouse, his breath hitches, fingers spasming for a bit.
After a moment, Xiao Zhan takes a deep breath and maintains his composure, fiddling with the computer once more, albeit a bit shakily. He searches for the email his friend and current admin at his previous medical school sent him. Sometimes, Xiao Zhan spends a bit of his free time to help grade her students’ papers. It isn’t too demanding, and she apparently finds it very helpful when he adds notes on the margins of their essays.
Xiao Zhan brushes a bead of sweat under his chin as he rereads the email, his cheeks feeling warm. He licks his lips and briefly flicks his eyes to the unoccupied table to the left of him, before directing his gaze back to the papers.
Focus... Focus....
Xiao Zhan manages to get through grading one before the almost indistinct buzzing increases and Xiao Zhan gasps, hunching himself over the desk. He almost loses the grip on his pen, his hold tightening and trembling.
It takes far longer this time. Xiao Zhan squirms slightly on his seat when the tingles won’t end, before it finally dials down to something tolerable. Xiao Zhan has to internally think of boring medical terms to get through the experience: cerebellar ataxia, dysdiadochokinesia, adiadochokinesia ...
Straightening up on his seat, Xiao Zhan marginally feels bad for slightly crumpling one of the student’s papers, before pushing it away and reaching for another. He blinks through the growing fog in his brain, forcing himself to keep grading and not give in. He's stronger than this. He can do it.
Suddenly, there's a knock on his door, followed by a familiar voice, "Dr. Xiao, are you in?"
An almost stricken expression crosses Xiao Zhan’s face when the vibrator kicks up a notch, quivering just right against his prostate and making him almost moan. Instead, he clears his throat and calls out, "C-Come in, Mr. Wang."
Yibo's smile is crooked and charming as he enters the office, a file tucked under his arm. Xiao Zhan watches him approach his desk with rising apprehension and forces himself not to focus on the sensations wracking throughout his body.
"Here's a file I need you to look at, Dr. Xiao." Yibo slides it beside the papers he's grading, and Xiao Zhan mechanically nods, not trusting his voice to reply.
Xiao Zhan waits for him to leave, but when Yibo continues to stand there, Xiao Zhan gives him a look that he hopes reads ' please go away now .' But instead, Yibo opens the file himself and shows Xiao Zhan an x-ray of someone's ankle.
"The tenderness here doesn't seem to be caused by a fracture. The bones look normal, so it’s more likely to be a sprain instead, or maybe a torn ligament? And here..."
Xiao Zhan nods in agreement, glad that his higher brain cells are still functioning because it's getting harder and harder to think about bone fractures and torn ligaments while the vibrations in him continue to send tiny pulses of heat through his body.
Now, if only he can get Yibo out of here. He tunes back just in time to hear Yibo ask, “Should I order an ultrasound to be sure of that, Dr. Xiao?”
Xiao Zhan can’t remember the rest of Yibo’s analysis but he replies, “Yes, please do.” Just to get him to leave. But as the last word leaves him, the vibrator increases its speed and he bites back the instinctive urge to gasp, hips almost bucking without conscious thought.
Xiao Zhan breathes in deeply and clenches his fists hard under the table, trying to focus on the present, and not how good the toy feels against his sensitive walls. But he's not made of steel, and the pleasure zipping down his spine makes Xiao Zhan want to mewl out loud, nails leaving red indents in his palm. He hopes his hands are properly covering the tent in his pants.
"... you okay?" Yibo’s voice drifts in through the haze, and with a jerk, Xiao Zhan realizes he’s closed his eyes at some point.
"Sorry, Mr. Wang... I-I’m kind of busy now. Thank you for the file. I can handle it from here." Xiao Zhan says through gritted teeth, giving him a smile that he hopes doesn't look too strained.
For a second, Yibo looks at him thoughtfully, eyes roving over his features, and for a heart-stopping moment, Xiao Zhan thinks the man is going to insist to stay, then—
"Alright… call me if you need me, Dr. Xiao." Yibo says, grinning slightly.
Relieved, Xiao Zhan nods, "I will."
The moment Yibo’s out of the door, Xiao Zhan releases the pent-up groan building in his chest and grips the desk hard. With no one there to watch him, he rolls his hips on the chair and moans softly as the vibrator pushes up against his prostate, quivering over the bundle of nerves. He tries to clench and unclench his ass, and it gets the toy moving back and forth in him. Xiao Zhan whimpers, his toes curling as he grinds his ass back on the cushions of his seat, wanting more of that addicting feeling.
Then the vibrator hits the fastest speed Xiao Zhan has ever experienced, and a broken whine spills from his throat. It’s like the vibrations are reaching up to his stomach and to his scalp, his dick throbbing achingly in his pants.
"F-fuck... oh, fuck."
At this point, Xiao Zhan is almost tempted to shove a hand down his underwear and fuck himself on the vibrator. However, he still hasn't forgotten that he's in his office, supposedly working and grading. Not playing with himself.
A knock on his door startles him out of his lust-induced state.
"Dr. Xiao, I almost forgot to mention something!" Wang Yibo's voice penetrates through the wood and Xiao Zhan hurriedly straightens up, trying not to act like the hot mess he feels inside. He finishes adjusting his white coat when Yibo unceremoniously walks into the room, grin wide and eyes bright.
Xiao Zhan hates that the intensity of the vibrator is still at its highest, making it even harder to smile back.
"What d-do you need, Mr. Wang?" Xiao Zhan manages through a stutter.
Yibo gestures to the report on the desk as he approaches, "The patient I just mentioned a while ago, I forgot to say that he has previous history of other broken— wait, what’s that sound?"
Buzz... Buzz...
Xiao Zhan flushes and forces out a laugh, "Must be the AC. I think I need to get that cleaned next time, ha-ha."
Frowning, Yibo says, "No, it doesn't sound like it’s coming from there."
Then to Xiao Zhan's horror, Yibo walks around the desk, seeming to look for the source of the sound. Xiao Zhan tries to shuffle away, rolling his chair back against the wall, but this act presses the toy right at that sensitive bump, and Xiao Zhan can't help the involuntary jerk of his body.
Yibo, of course, quickly approaches in worry. "Dr. Xiao, what's wro—?" Just as he reaches Xiao Zhan, he falls silent, the vibrator's buzz now audible to both of their ears. With their eyes locked, Xiao Zhan is too afraid to even breathe.
"Dr. Xiao, I think that sound..." Yibo begins carefully, his dark gaze falling to the bulge in Xiao Zhan’s pants, "is coming from you."
Xiao Zhan doesn’t say a thing, unwilling to admit it. But Wang Yibo is nothing if not persistent.
“Dr. Xiao, I noticed it earlier but you've been sweating a bit. Isn't the AC cold enough?" Yibo deliberately asks, drawing closer still. Once his legs are directly in front of Xiao Zhan’s knees, he leans down and places a hand on the back of his chair, bringing their faces inches apart.
"Do you have a fever?” He lifts his other hand to rest on Xiao Zhan’s forehead and lets it linger there. “Or maybe Hyperthyroidism. You should get it checked."
"I'm fine." Xiao Zhan stresses, swatting the hand away. "Yi— Mr. Wang, you don’t have to worry so much."
Yibo’s mouth twitches like he’s about to smile, but he maintains the worried expression like a born actor. Xiao Zhan would bet plenty he's laughing inside.
“I can’t help it.” Then Yibo places a knee to lie on the chair between Xiao Zhan’s spread thighs, sitting dangerously close to his strained crotch. "Dr. Xiao, you're my favorite doctor. If there's something wrong, you can just tell me. I'll help you right away."
He says, but the deep voice near Xiao Zhan’s ear isn’t helping at all. Concentration becomes a forgotten concept when the vibrator is still going, still unraveling every last shred of Xiao Zhan’s self-control. Coherent thoughts are breaking apart into tiny pieces in his brain, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can fake it in front of Yibo.
“Dr. Xiao? Did you hear me?” Yibo moves nearer, and Xiao Zhan realizes too late what he’s doing when his knee presses between Xiao Zhan’s legs, and— oh ! Xiao Zhan gasps, the pressure against his erection almost unbearable but… it’s not enough. Fuck, he wants to rut against Yibo’s knee so bad and bring himself to climax.
Yibo looks at him with those piercing eyes. They’re filled with an intensity that burns Xiao Zhan within, and this time, he doesn’t entirely swallow his moan when Yibo moves his knee in tight circles.
“Fuck, you’re so hot, ge.” Yibo blurts out, seemingly without meaning to, and Xiao Zhan would have snorted had Yibo not taken the remote control from his pocket and increased the vibrations even more.
Xiao Zhan’s grip on his chair tightens, and no amount of fortifying breaths can stop the full body shiver that completely takes over him. He’s sure Yibo feels it too, but Xiao Zhan’s starting to not care that he’s about to lose whatever rationality he has left. He can already feel the urge to come building and coiling tight around his gut.
“Yibo… too much,” Xiao Zhan finally drops all pretense and mutters weakly. He tries to close his legs, but Yibo’s knee impedes him from that, his cock stifled so much that another broken groan leaves him.
Yibo drinks this all in like he’s been waiting for it. “What do you want me to do, Zhan-ge?” He reaches down and cups the bulge in Xiao Zhan’s pants. Xiao Zhan bucks his hips in reaction, looking desperate. Yibo squeezes him. “Tell me.”
The command in his tone breaks Xiao Zhan’s will altogether and he gasps out, “ Fuck me.” Xiao Zhan rolls his hips once more, one of his hands clutching tight at Yibo’s arm. “Shit, Yibo, you win. Stop the roleplay, I can’t take it anymore.”
Yibo outright grins in victory, and he nuzzles Xiao Zhan’s warm cheek with his nose. He’s been throbbing in his scrubs for a while now too. “I really like you like this, Zhan-ge. So sexy.” Then before Xiao Zhan can retort, Yibo presses their mouths together and Xiao Zhan forgets anything else in favor of kissing back.
Tilting his head, Xiao Zhan cups Yibo’s cheeks and moans as he feels his jaw working. Xiao Zhan opens his mouth in response, eager and willing, and Yibo takes advantage of it, fucking into Xiao Zhan’s mouth with his tongue. Tiny, repressed mewls resonate in Yibo’s mouth as Xiao Zhan grinds himself on the chair, desperate for some stimulation on his cock and in his ass, the vibrator keeping him frustratedly keyed up.
Xiao Zhan pulls away from the kiss a few minutes later, wet mouths connecting by a strand of saliva. His big eyes are blown wide, red lips swollen with spit; sweat has already accumulated in the dip of his collarbones where his shirt has loosened from his squirming. “T-the vibrator… Yibo…”
He sounds wrecked already, and Xiao Zhan feels his ears warm in embarrassment. They haven’t even gotten to the main part yet, but he’s not going to shy away, not when Yibo’s looking at him like he’s a five course meal. The vibrations keep going, and instead of stopping it, Yibo backs off, dragging Xiao Zhan up the chair with him.
Xiao Zhan’s legs feel weak when he manages to stand on his own, and he’s about to complain that he can’t wait until they reach the bedroom, when suddenly he’s pushed to bend over on his desk, papers flying off the surface from the force.
“Yibo!” Xiao Zhan admonishes instinctively. This furniture was expensive and he isn’t going to have this desk replaced because of Yibo’s rough handling.
“Sorry,” Yibo murmurs from behind, rucking Xiao Zhan’s coat over his hips to reach for his pants, “I thought you were getting impatient.”
Xiao Zhan lays limp on the desk and lets Yibo strip him, happy to be off his feet since the toy has all but rendered him useless. He mutters against the polished wood, “I am impatient but the desk did nothing wrong.”
He hears that gremlin laugh as Yibo replies, “Dr. Xiao, we could just buy another—”
Yibo’s words cut off short the moment he’s got Xiao Zhan’s pants down, and Xiao Zhan’s lips curl up into a smirk. He wiggles his hips and curves his back a little more, teasing him. “Surprised, Yibo?” The red lace panties were something he personally delivered to himself after Yibo made that off-hand comment about Xiao Zhan looking good in any article of red clothing. Yibo probably wasn’t thinking about panties when he said it, but Xiao Zhan did and he hopes he likes it.
Xiao Zhan peeks at Yibo’s reaction over his shoulder, and he’s pleased to see Yibo’s eyes widen as he stares dumbly at his ass, big hands already splayed over Xiao Zhan’s hips.
“Do you like it?” Xiao Zhan tentatively asks. It is pretty obscene of him to wear panties under his doctor garb.
“Like it?” Yibo repeats, raising his eyes to pin Xiao Zhan with a scorching gaze. A wide grin stretches over that handsome face as he pulls one of the strings and let’s it snap back onto Xiao Zhan’s skin. “I’m going to completely ruin you in it.”
Xiao Zhan groans, his arousal pulsing with need.
Yibo gropes at his ass for a second, spreading the two mounds apart to watch the panties bunch up at the crack. Xiao Zhan’s hole is hidden by the lace, but Yibo can see the vibrator’s wire poking out of it and taped to Xiao Zhan’s thigh.
“But first…”
Xiao Zhan doesn’t get any warning when an open palm lands heavy and hard on one of his butt cheeks. He cries out, more in surprise than pain as warmth blooms over the hit area. Yibo has strong hands, he dazedly thinks. Another slap lands on his other cheek and Xiao Zhan still isn’t ready for it, his mouth falling open in a wordless gasp.
“How is it? Does it hurt, ge?” Yibo asks, gently palming the red marks on Xiao Zhan’s ass. They’re warm to the touch, and it makes Xiao Zhan’s skin prickle a little. A bead of sweat drips from his cheek and lands on the surface of his desk. Xiao Zhan wishes he could remove the rest of his clothes right now.
He hasn’t been spanked in a long time, not since his naughtier childhood days. But for some reason, Xiao Zhan doesn’t recoil when Yibo does it. Shit , does he secretly have a spanking kink?
Xiao Zhan mumbles a breathless, “It’s okay.” His dick is still hard in his lacy confines, leaking a spot in the material already. Xiao Zhan knows they’re going to be ruined beyond repair after this.
He can practically feel Yibo buzzing with excitement as he happily squeezes Xiao Zhan’s ass cheeks, like a child squeezing his favorite plushie. His palm and fingers are practically big enough to encompass the plump meat, and Xiao Zhan can’t be any more turned on than he is now.
Yibo speaks, just before the next slaps land, “This is punishment for losing, ge. How many minutes did you say you could last with the vibrator? Twenty?”
Twenty?! When he gave that number, Xiao Zhan was trying to be realistic, but now he’s glad he didn’t overestimate himself. Would his ass have survived if he did? Xiao Zhan pants and thunks his head on the wood of the desk, readying himself.
“Count for me, Xiao Zhan.”
Afterwards, spanks of varying strength rain down on Xiao Zhan’s rear. His body jolts, moving across the desk with every smack. Xiao Zhan scrambles to hold onto the edge as he grunts out numbers: one, t-two, three- ah! and so on.
The impact of them leaves Xiao Zhan reeling, his attention narrowing to the palm of Yibo’s hand. He imagines he must look like a sight — his coat hiked up to his lower back, woman’s panties stretched out over his hips, and ass bouncing from every spank.
By the tenth count, Xiao Zhan’s eyes are watering, a few tears already spilling down his cheeks. He feels like he’s burning up all over, the stinging heat igniting a fire deep in his gut and quickly shrouding his ability to think. Unbelievably, his cock stays hard between his legs, already pooling a considerable amount of pre-cum in his panties. Maybe it has something to do with Yibo doing it to him, trusting him that he’ll make Xiao Zhan feel good, safe and cared for, even after this.
When Xiao Zhan finally gasps out twenty , Yibo stops, and Xiao Zhan feels goosebumps rise as the cool air hits his abused flesh. Drool has slid down the corners of his mouth from panting too much, but Xiao Zhan doesn’t care to wipe it, still trembling and whimpering from the spanking.
Kisses are scattered to the back of his head and cheek as Yibo soothingly murmurs praises into his ear, putting the pieces of Xiao Zhan back together. With careful fingers, he removes the stifling coat from his shoulders, which is a relief for Xiao Zhan’s heated skin. He’s now only in his tie, dress shirt and panties, which he hopes will be gone soon too in the near future.
“You okay, ge? Ready for more?” Yibo asks, nudging Xiao Zhan’s soft cheek with his nose. The material of Yibo’s scrubs rubs lightly against the very hot and sensitive skin of his ass, and the sensation brings Xiao Zhan back from whatever out-of-body experience he escaped to.
“That was…” Xiao Zhan starts, his voice hoarse. He sounds like his throat has been fucked. “I think I’m going to come if you do any more, Yibo.”
Yibo’s brows raise, his smile wide and feral. “But we’ve only just started, ge.”
His hands are back on Xiao Zhan’s butt as he slowly pulls the red panties down to his thighs. Xiao Zhan jerks a little when the scratchy lace moves over his skin, then sighs as his dick is finally set free. Yibo makes an appreciative sound behind him.
“Your ass is almost as red as the lace.” Yibo sounds aroused, hungry , as he brushes a knuckle over the warm area that he spanked a lot. A shudder wracks through Xiao Zhan’s body from the touch, breathing shaky as he finds himself in desperate need to come.
When Yibo suddenly pulls on the wire tail of the vibrator, Xiao Zhan clenches up and gasps, keenly reminded of the toy still quivering inside him. He doesn’t even remember when the speed lessened to an almost ignorable state during the spanking. Xiao Zhan squirms as Yibo tugs at it again, its bead-like shape pressing right against Xiao Zhan’s opening from the inside.
“I think we can put this aside now.” Yibo pops the vibrator out without much warning, and Xiao Zhan’s body trembles against the desk, his pucker gaping at the loss of the toy. Throwing the vibrator indifferently behind him, Yibo takes a hold of one of Xiao Zhan’s asscheeks and spreads it to expose everything, “Because I’d rather be doing this.”
What that means, Xiao Zhan learns very quickly when he hears an audible thud , followed by something wet and flexible licking at his asshole.
“W-Wang Yibo!” Xiao Zhan cries out. Yibo takes it as encouragement as he licks a long stripe over his entrance.
Xiao Zhan is already so close to coming, he might just go blind from it. It’s almost unbearable. The way Yibo breathes warm puffs of air against his hole, how he’s watching Xiao Zhan’s pucker contract and expand, has him weak and pliant on the desk. He’s still loose and most likely shiny from the lube Xiao Zhan used on himself earlier, before placing the vibrator inside. It beckons Yibo to stretch the entrance open with his fingers, before diving in tongue first.
Xiao Zhan’s mouth drops open with strangled, “Ah!”, his entire body quivering, hot and tense. He has one leg bending up without thinking about it, just as he doesn’t think when he bucks his hips back to Yibo’s face, driving his tongue deeper in.
He can feel Yibo’s tongue venturing around, pulling back to circle the pink rim before he’s licking back inside, pressing his lips flush against Xiao Zhan’s hot skin. A lewd sound leaves Xiao Zhan’s lips as Yibo stiffens his tongue and starts fucking him with it. He seems to grow more enthusiastic the more Xiao Zhan’s rocking back into him, large palms spreading Xiao Zhan wide open shamelessly.
There are almost tears in his eyes when Yibo buries his face in his ass and closes his lips around the red rim, sucking hard against it. Xiao Zhan jolts like he’s been shot and moans with abandon, the pressure in his abdomen growing stronger and stronger like a dam about to break.
It’s not long before Yibo adds a finger alongside his tongue, crooking it inside deeper and hitting that spot within him that pushes Xiao Zhan over the edge. Xiao Zhan hunches in on himself with a stuttered cry, white fluids spurting hot and messy over the office floor. He tightens around Yibo’s tongue that continues to explore inside him, feeling debauched and wrecked. His thighs spasm, and Yibo palms them in comfort while Xiao Zhan loses all ability to form words, reduced to a moaning, breathless mess.
But despite this, Yibo doesn’t stop rimming him, like he’s having the best meal of his life. He teases every crevice of what he can reach inside Xiao Zhan, lapping at his spit-soaked hole a few times before giving it a few kisses. He licks back in to do the whole process again, and Xiao Zhan caves very quickly, begging, “Yibo—! Enough. Just d-do it, please .”
Even though he already came, it still isn’t enough. Xiao Zhan wants more than just Yibo’s tongue and finger in him.
Yibo blessedly pulls his tongue out, but the emptiness leaves him wanting, his hole clenching around nothing. There’s a bit of shuffling behind him as Yibo probably gets his pants down and cock lubed from the ready bottle inside one of the drawers. Then he’s back between Xiao Zhan’s legs, the tip of his dick brushing against Xiao Zhan’s still sensitive cheeks.
Breathing deeply, Xiao Zhan pushes himself up to his elbows and leans his forehead against his fists, adjusting himself better. He thinks Yibo is going to fuck him next, but instead, hands pull Xiao Zhan up, manueveruing him to lie on his back and facing Yibo this time.
“I want to see your pretty face as I fuck you, Zhan-ge,” Yibo explains, his eyes dark and voice rough as sandpaper. Xiao Zhan notices his lips look red from the rimming, and Xiao Zhan’s dick gives an answering twitch.
Like this, Xiao Zhan can feel Yibo’s heavy gaze on him as he removes the panties off of one leg so they are still wrapped around the other. Then, a slick finger slowly probes against his entrance. It makes Xiao Zhan shiver in anticipation, and he instinctively tenses up as it gently slides inside, disappearing past the puckered rim.
Xiao Zhan sighs, pushing his hips back in encouragement, which gets Yibo adding another digit. There’s no resistance at all after having come once. Yibo watches the motion of his fingers moving in and out of Xiao Zhan’s tight passage, his touch lighting up every single nerve cell in Xiao Zhan’s body. Yibo continues pushing until the entirety of his two long fingers are buried deep inside, and Xiao Zhan releases a moan.
He’s ready; he knows he is since earlier, but Yibo still continues to stretch him loose. Over and over again, he fucks Xiao Zhan with his fingers, scissoring them against his walls until Xiao Zhan’s quivering, back arching beneath Yibo. With nothing else to grab onto, Xiao Zhan holds the back of his own thighs to keep them up and away, flushing a little at how shameless he’s being.
But Yibo is going so slow, and he just wants him in him already. By the time Yibo slips a third finger inside, Xiao Zhan is understandably frustrated and turned on with his cock half-hard already.
“Yibo, please !” Xiao Zhan pleads through gritted teeth, staring imploringly at the man and his dick.
It seems Yibo’s at his limit too because he doesn’t need to be told twice. Pulling out his fingers, Yibo takes a hold of himself, and the pressure must have surprised him because he hisses, pumping the length a little. Xiao Zhan whimpers at the sight, and Yibo soon directs his slick cock to his entrance. Carefully, he feeds his length into Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan throws his head back and groans low in his throat. His rim stretches to accommodate Yibo’s hot, hard cock, and Xiao Zhan thinks: finally, finally.
Yibo has his arms supporting himself, palms flat on either side of Xiao Zhan’s head. He has his own eyes shut tight, looking incredibly flushed and gorgeous above him, and it lets Xiao Zhan know that Yibo isn’t going to last long from this. The guy hasn’t even come once yet.
“Mmm, I-I almost forgot how big you are.” Xiao Zhan murmurs with a strained voice, walls constricting around Yibo’s thick girth.
It takes Yibo a while to answer, still savouring the delicious clutch of Xiao Zhan’s body around him. When he does, his eyes open, and his gaze is sharp and trained steadily on Xiao Zhan as he promises, “Let me remind you then.”
Yibo draws his hips back, the drag of his cock so good that Xiao Zhan’s hands tighten on his own thighs.
Then in one, swift thrust, Yibo shoves his entire member back in, and Xiao Zhan shouts in delight, bucking instantly back against him. The friction feels incredible, and Xiao Zhan’s head is growing dizzy already, as if he’s been deprived for so long.
Well, considering both his and Yibo’s job, they don’t actually get to indulge so often in the physical aspect of their relationship despite living together. Unless their breaks coincidentally align, Xiao Zhan and Yibo only have time for heavy make-outs with the occasional handjobs in bed.
But when they do have time, they let themselves enjoy each other to the fullest.
Once Yibo starts fucking him, he doesn’t stop. He’s like a battery, charged with endless energy. Xiao Zhan’s body jolts from the power of his thrusts, back sliding against the wood and leaving his sensitive ass stinging from the impact. Xiao Zhan’s moans turn into high-pitched cries as Yibo finds his prostate, and accurately starts pounding into it with all he has.
The vein and ridge of Yibo’s cock catches against his walls in a heady and blissful effect, punching out grunts and mewls from their lips. Xiao Zhan has to wrap his arms around Yibo’s shoulders for dear life, his legs squeezing around a trim waist as their mouths crash into each other.
Yibo makes an irritated sound into the kiss when his hands touch nothing but cloth under him. Suddenly, there’s the sound of buttons flying as Yibo rips open Xiao Zhan’s dress shirt, tossing the tie somewhere else as he finally gets his hands on smooth skin. Xiao Zhan indignantly reacts, “Hey…!”, which Yibo smothers with a chuckle, kissing Xiao Zhan deeper in apology. He whispers against his mouth, “I’ll buy you a new one.”
If Yibo thinks he can continue ruining his things because they have the money to spare, he’s got another thing coming. Rolling his eyes, Xiao Zhan hauls Yibo forward with his legs, wanting him to move faster, and he groans when Yibo’s pace speeds up.
As the passion builds and their bodies coat with sweat, Yibo’s long, heavy thrusts snap into frantic, desperate ones. He holds tightly onto Xiao Zhan’s slim waist as he pounds into him, bruises in the form of hand-shaped marks blooming just above Xiao Zhan’s hips. Xiao Zhan’s getting pulled down to meet his every thrust, and his brain has stopped working all together, all of it focused on the cock relentlessly abusing his insides.
“Y-Yibo, god, there! Don’t stop!”
They’re getting less and less composed by the second, the sound of skin slapping against skin paired with the dirty squelching of lube is so loud as it resonates around the office space. Not to mention that Xiao Zhan’s desk creaks from the force of Yibo’s thrusts, and Xiao Zhan spares a single thought for his computer, before it all gets swept away in the ecstacy and lust.
Yibo gasps out as he buries himself balls deep, grinding his hips against Xiao Zhan’s ass. “Baby, y-you feel so good for me—fuck, I’m close!”
“Come, come. In me, Yibo. Come in me,” Xiao Zhan babbles frantically into his ear, tears covering his vision from how Yibo fills him up in every way. He can feel Yibo chasing after his pleasure now, stomach rubbing hot against Xiao Zhan’s erection, and Xiao Zhan’s not going to last much either.
A huge hand reaches for Xiao Zhan’s leaking cock and begins stroking it. It’s the only push he needs as Xiao Zhan gasps, his entire body tensing when he comes. He unknowingly clenches down on Yibo’s dick, and Yibo groans from the pleasure. Xiao Zhan’s spunk spills over Yibo’s hand and stomach as Yibo fucks him through his orgasm, Xiao Zhan still trembling through it.
A growl rumbles out of Yibo’s lips as he roughly pushes Xiao Zhan’s hips back to meet his erratic thrusts. He ploughs into him with all of his remaining strength, until finally Yibo comes undone, spilling into Xiao Zhan with a quiet moan. He rides out the aftershocks inside Xiao Zhan with tiny rolls of his hips, shockwaves wracking his whole body.
Xiao Zhan feels like he’s been fucked to the verge of breaking. He shudders uncontrollably at the sensation of hot liquid gushing into him, filling him slick and wet. Yibo must have released a heavy load, because it overflows past his dick, drops of cum mixing with the lube dripping down his quivering inner thighs.
They don’t move for a while afterwards, Yibo having collapsed over Xiao Zhan’s limp form, the both of them panting for air. After an uncertain length of time later, Yibo stirs above him, his fingers sliding through Xiao Zhan’s sweaty fringe.
“Xiao Zhan? You okay?”
“Mmrghh…”
Yibo laughs at the unintelligible gibberish, brushing his other hand over Xiao Zhan’s flushed cheeks. Xiao Zhan would like to tell him to not laugh, because he really believes Yibo has gone and fucked his brains out this time. He might need to take an MRI scan to check.
He winces when Yibo slowly pulls out of him, the sound of it and the plop of cum hitting the floor sending a new rush of embarrassment and arousal through Xiao Zhan. He groans, “That’s going to be a pain to clean.”
“You’re the one who asked to roleplay in your home office.” Yibo reminds him, tucking his cock back into his scrubs.
Xiao Zhan did, but that’s only because Yibo asked if it was possible to do it at his office in the hospital, and no way in hell was Xiao Zhan going to do it in a disease-infested place like that. Hospital sex is not sexy at all.
Stretching out his deliciously sore muscles, Xiao Zhan feels something press against his sweaty back. When he reaches under himself, he finds the file Yibo gave him earlier. He opens it again and snorts, “I can’t believe you’re so dedicated to the roleplaying that you even used your own radiograph from a few years back.”
Snatching the file from Xiao Zhan, Yibo frowns, “I had to have a reason to visit your office.” Yibo tosses the file away, next to Xiao Zhan’s ruined shirt and the neglected vibrator, before he starts pulling Xiao Zhan up by the arms. “Alright, come on, Dr. Xiao. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Nooo.” Xiao Zhan whines, only because he’s so tired he doesn’t think he can lift a pen, much less stand on his own two feet. But then Yibo is gathering him into his arms, and with Xiao Zhan’s legs already wrapped around his hips, Yibo places a hand under Xiao Zhan’s bare ass and lifts him. He squirms a little, the hand on his ass sparking a momentary heat and pain from there. Xiao Zhan’s going to have to wait for a few more hours before he can properly sit down again.
The moment Yibo starts walking out of the office, Xiao Zhan notices a very troubling matter.
“W-wait, Yibo, it’s leaking out!” This position is just making the jizz still in him drip over the floor and Xiao Zhan can’t dirty his entire office like that.
“Should have thought of that before letting me carry you, ge.” Yibo snorts, stilling walking without letting go of him.
“Then put me down!”
“Too late~”
Xiao Zhan eventually gets his way once they cross the living room and Yibo’s arms get strained from Xiao Zhan’s moving about. But Xiao Zhan soon finds out how overworked his own muscles are when he nearly faceplants to the floor the moment he’s standing again.
As he’s holding a hand against the wall for support, Xiao Zhan sees his huge television screen open to a live video feed of his office. They agreed upon using these cameras for Yibo to know when he could increase or decrease the vibrations in him. But now the thought of Yibo watching him as Xiao Zhan fell apart over a vibrator he had no control over makes him flush anew. Xiao Zhan installed those cameras for security purposes originally, but look at them using it for their own sexual exploits now.
It makes him laugh, and Yibo must know what he’s thinking as he leans in with a shit-eating grin. “Should we make it into a sex tape, Zhan-ge? So that on lonely nights when we’re working different shifts, you can have something to masturbate to?”
Xiao Zhan whaps him on the arm with bared teeth, “In your dreams, Wang Yibo!”
“But don’t you want to savor this moment? You wore panties for me!”
“Shut up.” Xiao Zhan says in English, hobbling away to the bathroom while Yibo snickers and follows right behind him, ready to catch Xiao Zhan at any moment.
“I’m going to kick you out of my house.”
“No, you won’t. You love me.”
For whatever reason, Xiao Zhan does love this Lego loving, gremlin-smiling, hot-in-scrubs cutie.
“I guess I love you too.” Xiao Zhan teases, a single dimple appearing at the corner of his smile while Yibo isn’t looking.
“You guess?!”
Xiao Zhan laughs.
“Xiao Zhan!”
“Wang Yibo~”