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Xiao Zhan accepts that this is his reality now.
[Wang Yibo: Are you home, ge? Can I come over?]
You’d think being with each other day in and day out during filming, their interactions would lessen when they’re out doing other projects. Instead, Xiao Zhan’s WeChat is constantly flooded with messages from one Wang Yibo, and Xiao Zhan, the hopeless case that he is, reads every single one of them religiously.
He can’t always reply though, and there are gaps in between when the chat is quiet for days due to their hectic schedules. But when Yibo’s not around, he would message him with an anecdote that happened on set, and in turn, Yibo would send him double the amount of messages than before, as if making up for the days of his absence. Really, this kid acts like I’m going to forget him if he doesn’t send me something , Xiao Zhan thought in exasperation.
Deciding there's no harm in having Yibo over, Xiao Zhan sends a quick confirmation via a selfie of his bare face just lounging on his bed, and waits for the gremlin’s arrival.
Not ten minutes later, Xiao Zhan receives a text that Yibo is already outside, and he has to reread it again, because how is Yibo here already?
Xiao Zhan is still in his pajamas when he opens the door for Yibo, who grins at him behind his mask. He can't help the way his own lips curl up at the sight of the younger man, dressed in a hoodie and ripped jeans like he’s just been skateboarding instead of working late. Xiao Zhan closes the door and asks, “Yibo, were you already on the way here?”
Yibo shakes his head as he removes his shoes. “I just finished a shoot nearby and wanted to come see you. Do you want to see the pictures, ge?”
And there it is, that weird coiling in his gut whenever Wang Yibo says something so casual yet so sweet that Xiao Zhan just doesn’t know how to react.
They settle themselves on his couch, sitting shoulder to shoulder with the TV on as Yibo shoves all of the pictures from his photoshoot at his face. Xiao Zhan resigns himself to be the boy’s compliment bot, which he doesn’t have to fake because in every shot, Wang Yibo is simply gorgeous. No matter what he wears, Yibo can somehow make it work and even look good in any angle.
As if showing off wasn’t enough, Yibo proceeds to send all of these photos to Xiao Zhan’s phone with the reason that “Zhan-ge can look at them when he misses me,” as if his gallery isn’t already filled with the boy’s face. Xiao Zhan jokes about deleting them just to see how Yibo will react, and the obviously unhappy look on his face, despite trying to play it cool, makes Xiao Zhan laugh, promising he wouldn’t.
God, why is he so weak to this kid?
They continue to chat about almost unending topics between them, and Xiao Zhan ends up sprawling on the couch, his legs on Yibo’s lap while hands knead and grope along his ankles. At this time, Wang Yibo’s phone starts ringing. Xiao Zhan briefly sees Korean characters light up on the screen before Yibo accepts the call and holds it to his ear.
" Hyung! Mwo? O, isseoyo. Bap meogeosseoyo?"
Wang Yibo’s instant switch to Korean leaves Xiao Zhan feeling a little jarred, and he’s reminded once again that, yes, Wang Yibo is not only a talented artist, but also a pro at speaking another language. Xiao Zhan mentally admits that he finds that part of him a little hot.
“Neon nal banghaehagoisseo.” Yibo’s low tone reaches his ears, and Xiao Zhan recalls another time when Yibo spoke Korean to him.
“Xiao Zhan,” Yibo groans into his ear, his deep voice sending heated sparks down Xiao Zhan’s body as their lower halves continue to join intimately.
"Yeppeo," Yibo murmurs into his hair, kissing from Xiao Zhan’s cheekbone to his neck, "Jinjja yeppeo, Xiao Zhan."
Xiao Zhan feels as if he knows that word but he can't quite place it through his muddled headed state, so he stutters out, "W-What?"
On the next thrust, Yibo moans out, "Pretty." He hauls Xiao Zhan’s legs up to his shoulders and increases his pace, "I said you're so pretty, ge."
Xiao Zhan doesn't know if that did it for him because Yibo pushes into him deep, brushing his cock against his prostate, and Xiao Zhan cries out, high and drawn out, coming untouched.
Xiao Zhan blinks back to the present and finds that he’s half-hard in his pants. A horrifying revelation hits him as Yibo continues speaking Korean beside him.
Oh fuck no, I can’t be… I can’t have a kink over—
“Zhan-ge.”
He raises his head and finds Yibo staring at him curiously. Looks like the other has already finished his phone call, Xiao Zhan thinks, eyes sliding down to the hand tracing patterns over the skin his shirt has exposed.
"Did you space out while I was on the phone?” His lips raise in amusement. “What were you thinking about?" And even though Yibo’s tone sounds questioning, his eyes seem to be carrying a certain glint.
Xiao Zhan knows that look, knows its familiar weight when they’re on the set of A-Ling, and a flush begins to settle on his cheeks. It gives him an excuse to reason out that the pounding of his heart is nothing more than an anticipation of what's to come next.
Which is why his answer is easy when he admits, "You."
Yibo’s smirk emerges, slow and smug, and Xiao Zhan’s gut twists at how hot he finds that.
"We have a photoshoot tomorrow." Yibo mentions, pushing Xiao Zhan’s shirt up so that his torso is bare to the cool air. Xiao Zhan’s nipples draw tight, and he shivers, watching those big hands trace up the path to his chest and circle his areola. He doesn’t stop Yibo’s wandering fingers from rubbing a dusky nipple as Xiao Zhan tilts his head back, closing his eyes to the wonderful pressure.
He can’t remember when they started doing this , when that one time they had sex became another and another until they were just constantly sleeping with each other, but Xiao Zhan can’t say he wants to stop any time soon.
They fall silent, but Yibo still hasn't stopped caressing him, his other hand touching the skin of his belly, brushing over Xiao Zhan’s happy trail and slowly slipping under his pants.
Then Yibo asks, "No marks?"
"No marks." Xiao Zhan agrees, pulling Yibo down for a long-awaited kiss.
Yibo stares at his phone, the blank inactivity of his messenger apps mocking him as it stares silently at him.
Stupid Seungyeon. Do they think I keep KakaoTalk for fun? App takes up so much space as it is.
Behind him, the make-up artist is beginning to clean up and pack her supplies, having already done the remaining touches in Wang Yibo's first look for that day's photoshoot.
He types up a new message for his old bandmate to see, refusing to give up and take this rudeness lying down. Of course, if he was being honest, Yibo really would just prefer they keep in touch, this whole band separation business being sad enough as it is.
Just as he is typing, another notification flashes above his screen. This time it is a WeChat icon that appears, and frustration with his friends notwithstanding, Wang Yibo nevertheless swipes to check that message before anything else.
[Xiao Zhan: I'm here. Are you already in your dressing room?]
His lips twitch before he can think to stop it, the smile slowly and inevitably stretching across his face as he types up his reply.
[Wang Yibo: Tsk, tsk, how professional, Zhan-ge. So busy and in-demand, I guess we'll just have to get used to working with someone who will always come late.]
Entering the back door of the studio, Xiao Zhan glances at the new message he receives and scoffs while his lips stretch into a grin. As he follows his manager to the dressing room, Xiao Zhan rapidly types.
[Xiao Zhan: Brat. Not everyone is conveniently nearby the location site after their last schedule.]
He tucks his phone in his pocket, knowing he’ll see Yibo in a minute anyway. His body automatically bows to the staff walking around the set, a polite smile ready on his face when they greet him. But when he’s finally by the door to the dressing room, aware of who was on the other side, the smile turns more genuine and soft without Xiao Zhan even realizing it.
His manager pushes in, calling for one of the makeup artists to attend to Xiao Zhan. However, he doesn’t hear it because his eyes have already fallen to Yibo and… Xiao Zhan’s brain short circuits.
Gods above, Yibo with a ponytail!? And is that a buzzcut? What the— what the fuck?!
When Xiao Zhan’s eyes finally move on from Yibo’s handsome face, they trail lower, noticing that they’ve put him in a long-sleeved white shirt and a floor-length skirt, but as usual, Yibo still looks good in them.
Sinfully good, his mind whispers and Xiao Zhan is broken from his rapidly spiraling thoughts when a stylist pushes a set of clothes to him.
“Here, change into these.” She says, before directing him to a divider in the room.
Wang Yibo follows the exchange, noting the black bundle of clothes given to Xiao Zhan, which is a stark contrast to the white set Yibo himself is wearing. They were already briefed on the concept they are going for in this photoshoot. Yibo can't help the warm, giddy feeling that settles in him at the idea that this is a pairs shoot, one that features them as the main protagonists of Chen Qing Ling. Not only that, but they were even told, "Well, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are lovers, aren't they? We should allude to that kind of intimacy."
Intimacy with Xiao Zhan—yeah, that's really not going to be hard at all. As it is he can barely keep his eyes from straying to Xiao Zhan, who is still in his casual clothes and talking to the costume director. He stands taller than pretty much everyone there, a pretty face in a sea of other people, the long, slender line of his body so easy to pick out even underneath his clothes.
"Wang Yibo," calls one of the floor staff tasked to set up their first scene. "We're all set up. Are you good to go?"
"Ah," he answers just as he sees Xiao Zhan disappearing behind the divider. Wang Yibo looks back at the staff then, nodding. "Yeah, I'm ready."
Since he arrived first, they determined that they can do some solo shots while Xiao Zhan gets ready. Wang Yibo quickly gets into gear, already used to how these things work that it is relatively easy to slip into the role they set for him. He relaxes in front of the camera, schools his face into that cool persona reminiscent of his character. Some shots in, the photographer starts speaking, and so in between Wang Yibo spends time following cues from the photographer as he directs them to better shots and angles.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhan finishes putting on a black attire that he knows is a match to Yibo’s — an even bigger long-sleeved black shirt with long flowy pants. They are definitely going for a more modern vibe of Chen Qing Ling with a touch of that ancient fantasy. It’s an easy feeling for him to slip back into his character, to get back in the mindset of when his only anchor in the world was a man dressed in white.
Sometimes, Xiao Zhan wonders if Wei Wuxian is having a greater impact on him than he realizes. If every time he looks at Wang Yibo, is the pounding in his chest because he sees him as Lan Wangji or—?
Shaking his head, Xiao Zhan forces his mind to focus today. When he sees himself in front of the mirror, he tilts his head and imagines Yibo beside him, before he chuckles. He can’t help but do a tiny spin for fun, but stops immediately at the amused look the costume director is giving him.
Without being told, he moves to sit at one of the tables and a make-up artist immediately works on his face, while another starts fixing his hair. He closes his eyes and lets them do their magic, resting a bit since he had woken up early to get to his previous schedule. It didn’t help that Yibo had clung to him in bed this morning, making it difficult for Xiao Zhan to leave.
Grabbing his phone once the makeup artist is done, Xiao Zhan scrolls through the messages from his mom and friends while the hair stylist finishes the last touches on his made up ponytail.
Time passes like that, their work commencing on each side of the studio. It is easy enough for Wang Yibo to lose himself in the shoot, too used to this kind of work that he slips well enough into character. They’ve only left filming for a bit and will return to Hengdian tomorrow, but slowly he begins to channel Lan Wangji, his mannerisms returning, and with it those hot days of filming.
Wang Yibo thinks fondly of how far they’ve gone now since meeting Xiao Zhan three months ago. It has been a wild whirlwind of things, but he can't say he regrets any of it.
And speaking of the devil, from the corner of Yibo's eye he sees him, walking out from the direction of the dressing rooms. And—God, yeah, how can Yibo regret any of it, when the guy keeps standing there looking the way he does? They dressed him in that black number Yibo saw earlier, the fabric loose but falling against the lines and curves of his body perfectly. His hair is styled similar to Wang Yibo's, but Yibo can't help but think Xiao Zhan looks so good like that, all decked in black like some sultry villain for Wang Yibo's angelic persona to get.
And wow, the urge to do just that.
"Let's take photos of them together while Yibo is here," says the creative director from the side. "Xiao Zhan, go stand with him and we'll take some shots. We can move to solo shots later while Wang Yibo changes for the next scene."
Wang Yibo's fingers twitch the moment he sees Xiao Zhan moving towards him, sexy, bare feet brushing softly against the fabric they had covering the floor. The other man raises an eyebrow at him and throws him a look that is probably not as suggestive as Wang Yibo's brain makes it out to be, but he feels the heat in his skin anyway, coiling low and promising in his gut, as he throws Xiao Zhan a teasing smile.
"Whoa, Zhan-ge cleans up so well," he says, garnering some smiles from the crew around them. Xiao Zhan moves in on Yibo's space and stands beside him, and Yibo leans in, this time so only the two of them can hear. "You look so hot like this."
His low voice murmuring into his ear has Xiao Zhan shuddering slightly, but the words almost make him glare at the man in reflex. Yibo’s always like this, catching him off-guard while they’re on set and in front of so many people too. He knows it’s just to get under his skin, but complimenting him like this while Wang Yibo’s looking like that himself is just so unfair. Xiao Zhan still hasn’t quite recovered from the man’s appearance yet.
“Speak for yourself.” He says through the corner of his mouth, tossing Yibo a brief look before he’s facing forward once more as the photographer points his camera to them.
They were basically told to just stand there and look pretty while thinking of their characters, and Xiao Zhan does just that. He tilts his head back slightly, lips parted, and stares at the lenses with a silent intensity. He changes his expressions a few times, curling his mouth with a small smirk reminiscent of the Yiling Laozu.
It takes a couple of shots in for Xiao Zhan to realize that Yibo is actually a bit taller than him and he can’t help but wonder if the man is standing on a box right now. The thought has Xiao Zhan’s lips twitching even higher, suddenly reminded of the times Yibo had told him to be shorter while the other tried to look taller. Luckily, the photographer lowers his camera before he could call Xiao Zhan out for looking too happy in the shot.
“Alright, give me a few minutes to just put it on the desktop.” The photographer says, going through the pictures already, “We’ll do closer shots when I return.”
They both nod, and once he’s occupied with the computer, Xiao Zhan tilts his head to Wang Yibo with a taunting grin, “How does it feel to be taller again, Lao Wang?”
Wang Yibo looks down, which admittedly is a higher vantage point than he is used to lately with Xiao Zhan. "Aaah, what's this?" he asks, one eyebrow rising playfully. "Zhan-ge flexing his height like we don't already know you are taller than everyone else."
It's one of those things that they had to work with as they filmed together, since Lan Wangji was of course taller than his Wei Wuxian. Far be it for Wang Yibo to be beaten so easily though. He leans over, lowering his voice so only Xiao Zhan hears. "Besides, if I had a problem with you being taller, I can always just push you down."
A hand lifts behind Xiao Zhan, hidden from the others' eyes, then a single finger traces up the small of Xiao Zhan's back, a light presence through thin, black silk.
Xiao Zhan stills at the touch, his gaze darting everywhere nervously before landing on Yibo's, and he widens his eyes slightly in warning. More than getting caught like this, Xiao Zhan is scared that he's not going to be able to hold off a hard-on while Yibo is teasing him in that get-up. Even though his outfit is thankfully loose and flowy, it isn’t exactly comfortable posing with an erection.
Trying to laugh it off, Xiao Zhan says, "Right. Hey, have you heard the soundtrack of our— ack!"
Wang Yibo, you're getting braver putting a finger under my shirt in public!
Wang Yibo suppresses the urge to snicker, schooling his expression though some of his amusement still leaks on his face. It's always so fun riling Xiao Zhan up, his scandalized face so irresistibly sexy it never fails to get him going.
"What's that?" he asks, feigning innocence even as the tip of his middle finger runs along the dip on Xiao Zhan's lower back. "The soundtrack of our what?"
If they weren't in a photoshoot right now, Xiao Zhan would have smacked Yibo’s arm away, then hit him on the arm again for good measure. As it was, Xiao Zhan can only try his best not to squirm in place as that finger trails down even more on his back.
He settles for a glare and a fake smile, "Nevermind."
Before Yibo can respond, the photographer returns, telling them to get ready for the closer shots. They immediately shift back to their professional modes, both of them focusing on the lens.
However, Xiao Zhan can't help but notice the palm still resting on the small of his back like it's a part of the shot even though Yibo’s arm is completely hidden. He can feel the heat of it seep into the warmth of his skin and that just makes it harder to concentrate.
The smirk lingers on Yibo's face, too amused and satisfied by Xiao Zhan's reactions to keep it from his face. The heat of the studio lights is all around them, a necessary part of their jobs. Xiao Zhan has always been weak against the heat, and it’s beginning to show. His back is warm and growing slick with dews of his sweat.
Images of him just like that, this time in dim lights and the tangled sheets of Yibo's bed, come to the forefront of Yibo's thoughts. Xiao Zhan with eyes half-lidded, mouth parted in pleasure, clutching at Wang Yibo as he is fucked again and again—it is all Yibo can do to swallow down the urge to push Xiao Zhan to the floor, or do more than just teasing caresses underneath his robes.
They eventually finish the first set, the crew then herding them to the next one. The second set is more elaborate, a platform set on a makeshift pond, and there is a low table with a guqin obviously for Wang Yibo. On top of that, some members of the crew started adding—
"Are those rabbits?"
"Rabbits?" Xiao Zhan perks up, looking away from the interesting backdrop to stare at the cute little things now hopping on set. Yibo's tiny teasing from earlier has already been pushed to the back of his mind in favor of fawning over the fluffy creatures. He's always been fond of animals since he was young, cats and dogs especially, but rabbits are definitely just as cute as Xiao Zhan approaches the set with a wide, infatuated grin.
He squats down to hold one of the rabbits closest to him in his arms. It so happens to be the white one. The other rabbit with black fur is shuffling about under the table, and Xiao Zhan’s tempted to catch that one too, but the bundle of fur in his grasp is already wriggling for attention so he pets its back and cooes at it softly.
He finds it kind of cute that the staff decided on using rabbits with different fur colors, as if they’re representing Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian themselves.
"I think this one likes me," Xiao Zhan tells Yibo, who's already seated in front of the table with the guqin.
Wang Yibo watches Xiao Zhan out of the corner of his eye, letting out a huff of amusement as the older man plays with the rabbits. Sometimes Xiao Zhan can be like this, just a cute dork whenever he forgets himself and forgets the fact that he is seriously a hot guy on his way to fame. It makes Yibo fondly shake his head even as he continues playing with the guqin.
"Everyone ends up liking Zhan-ge," says Wang Yibo, quickly reverting to their old game of compliments that are not quite just jokes for him. After all, he just needs to look at Xiao and pick a body part and he could sing the man praises all day, not to mention what he wouldn't do with said body part if they were just to be left alone. "Zhan-ge is so sweet even rabbits want to be close to him."
Yibo looks down at a black bunny hopping near his thigh. He picks the thing up and coos at it, rubbing between its ears, and because he can't help the urges welling up in him being so close to his co-star, he ends up saying, "Isn't that right? Xiao Zhan nomu giga makyoso. Urineun geunyang geureul mireonaego haru jongil gachi nolgo sipeun gotppuniya, ne?"
“Show off.” Xiao Zhan murmurs to his own rabbit, but he can’t quite stop the heat that climbs to his cheeks nor the stirring of his own arousal. He curses at himself for being so weak over a bunch of Korean words, but, well, the fact that he doesn’t know what Yibo’s saying only makes his body grow a little hot.
It doesn’t help that his mind is already conjuring up a fantasy of Yibo speaking those words into his ear, pressed up against him while in that outfit, looking so hot and—
“Xiao Laoshi, please move closer to the pond.” The photographer asks, snapping Xiao Zhan out of his dangerous imaginations as the man gets into position with his camera.
Xiao Zhan has to release his new friend to do as he asks. He folds one knee up and lets the other leg dangle over the edge, turning his head slightly to face Yibo on the table. The other is already prepared in his proper playing-the-guqin pose, sitting cross-legged and hands over the strings. It reminds Xiao Zhan so much of his Lan Wangji that his eyes involuntarily soften, lips slightly hiking up at the corners.
They stay like this for a couple of minutes until the photographer asks for Xiao Zhan to sit beside Yibo.
He does as asked, brushing shoulders with Yibo when he sits down behind the table. Their eyes meet, and Xiao Zhan can’t help the tiny smile from growing when Yibo’s already looking at him with a lopsided one of his own. God, he’s so attractive, Xiao Zhan could look at his face the whole day.
After a few more clicks, they’re given time to relax again while the photographer adds his new pictures to the computer. Yibo slumps from his straight back, placing an elbow on the table and looking sideways to continue watching Xiao Zhan as usual. It’s really dangerous how many times he’s already thought of fucking Xiao Zhan while their photoshoot has just begun. But who’s to blame him when they dress his co-star like he’s asking to be eaten.
Even the way he’s trying to look for the other rabbit looks irresistible. Yibo is so whipped, he’s not even joking.
From the corner of his eye, he finds the white rabbit Xiao Zhan’s been looking for and pushes it towards him. Xiao Zhan’s attention is so wholly focused on them that Yibo’s starting to feel left out. Frowning, he looks down and notices Xiao Zhan’s bare feet just beside his knee. He doesn’t make any conscious decisions when he places a hand over it and starts playing with his toes.
Xiao Zhan obviously flinches, turning to bat Yibo’s hand away while he cradles one of the rabbits in his other arm. Yibo easily holds his swatting hand by the wrist as he digs his fingers in the heel of Xiao Zhan’s pretty foot, getting a little squeak out of him.
“Yibo, that’s ticklish.” Xiao Zhan tries to pull his feet under him while trying not to squirm around too much. There’s a whole crew of people in front of them, some even with their phones out, and Yibo’s here just tickling him under the table like they’re invisible. However, it seems Yibo has taken it a personal challenge to keep trying because he suddenly jabs a point at the center of his foot, and instantly, Xiao Zhan jolts backwards with a yelp, surprising the bunny to hop out of his arms. Xiao Zhan almost falls flat on his back, but Yibo quickly reaches forward to grab him around the waist, stopping his descent.
“Sorry, ge.” Yibo is laughing as he pulls him back up to a sitting position. Xiao Zhan’s face has turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment, and he buries his face in his hands.
“Yibo, if you’re so bored, go play with the bunnies,” Xiao Zhan grouses, scowling at him.
“But isn’t the rabbit your animal sign?” Yibo retaliates, sniggering, and Xiao Zhan smacks him on the arm when he can't think of anything to say back. Yibo lets him as he slithers a hand under Xiao Zhan’s pants to massage the part of his foot where he tickled him.
Yibo is luckily saved from Xiao Zhan’s ire when the photographer arrives and gives them more cues to pose. The lighting and props are constantly being changed, so he and Yibo get another break, quietly bantering for once. Xiao Zhan sees Yibo flick a finger on the guqin and impulsively stops one end of the strings for fun.
“Remove your hand,” Yibo tells him, looking at the offending limb.
“I don’t want to. The bunny will hop away if I remove it.” Xiao Zhan says as an excuse, watching the black rabbit sniff at his arm as it sits on the low table.
Yibo keeps strumming the strings anyway, despite there being no sound due to the obstruction. Finally, he yanks Xiao Zhan’s hand away, and when Xiao Zhan can't fight him off, he brings his other hand up to continue pressing down on the strings.
“Yah,” Yibo starts, “ Nega sekssihadago haeso jiguem ssauji anketttaneun tteuseun aniya. ” He notices Xiao Zhan looks away immediately when he starts speaking in Korean and takes his hand out too. However, Xiao Zhan turns right back around to face him, getting this adorable look on his face like he’s determined to match up to Yibo.
“Can’t you just speak Chinese?” Xiao Zhan retorts.
“I would if someone hadn’t ignored my kind request to remove their hand.”
“When did you kindly request?” Xiao Zhan says, then gasps exaggeratedly as Yibo slaps him on the arm. His lips twitch at the other’s expressiveness, Xiao Zhan’s big eyes and parted lips sending a frisson of heat down Yibo’s groin. It’s a familiar reaction Yibo’s used to feeling every time he looks at the play of Xiao Zhan’s expressions.
The area where Yibo hit him throbs, and Xiao Zhan rubs it with a whine, "Yibo, you hit me harder than I hit you earlier!"
"You're complaining?" Yibo leaned closer so only Xiao Zhan could hear. "But Zhan-ge likes it rough, right? You like it when I push you down and whisper dirty things in your ear, naega doropkke malhago non ihaehal su omneun ge do nauji, ge?"
Xiao Zhan’s breath stalls, his body shuddering in an instinctive reaction that instantly gives him away. Their eyes are locked in a heated stance that is only broken when they're told to make space as the table will be taken away now.
They don't get a chance to speak again when the photographer starts giving them instructions on what to do and how to look. Xiao Zhan makes it a point to say a few of Wei Wuxian's lines to Yibo as the other simply stares at him in true Lan Wangji style. No matter what he says, Yibo continues to stay impassive, his gaze steady and intense, and Xiao Zhan has to wonder if the other is thinking about what he said a moment ago. Because Xiao Zhan can’t stop thinking about what this means now that Yibo probably knows his recently discovered kink.
When they finish, they're quickly ushered out of the set and into the waiting arms of stylists and hairdressers who quickly move to fix their makeup and wig. Xiao Zhan hasn't forgotten Yibo’s stint of tickling him earlier, so he teases him back by lifting Yibo’s skirt by his toes and commenting on his "Venus" attire. The sleeve hit Xiao Zhan receives is worth it, and he ignores Yibo telling him that it's him who looks like Venus instead. However, Xiao Zhan should have known that Yibo’s retaliation would be more annoying and last longer than his.
"Woah, Zhan-ge, you look even more like Venus." Yibo smirks, admiring the long sliver of chest that’s exposed from the fur coat Xiao Zhan has put on. He stands to the side, chanting, "Venus, Venus, Venus," while Xiao Zhan walks over to sit on the rock prop.
Turning around, Xiao Zhan childishly sticks his tongue out at him, before proceeding to act like Yibo is nothing but air. Yibo knows the comment has gotten under his skin though, and he smirks. Serves him right for trying to compare him with the most beautiful goddess in mythology. If anyone is Venus here, it’s Xiao Zhan. Yibo can hardly take his eyes off him as the man strikes a pose on the rock, tilting his head up, then down, occasionally moving his shoulders while the fans in front slightly whip his hair around.
Xiao Zhan may say he doesn’t have the best control of his body, but Yibo has noticed he’s got a body language that looks intrinsically coy, perfect for seducing the camera. His hands are sometimes laid neatly on his lap, and sometimes thrown casually over it, his gaze always following the camera. Even if Yibo isn’t the photographer, he can tell Xiao Zhan’s beauty and charisma is exploding out of the lens.
In minutes, Xiao Zhan quickly finishes his solo shoots, and Yibo accompanies him back to the dressing room where Yibo changes out of his white shirt for a long brown coat. Xiao Zhan just sheds the fur coat to another black shirt that’s lined with a white collar down the front. With only the two of them inside, Yibo quickly grabs Xiao Zhan by the waist and gives him a light kiss, just lips brushing against each other. There’s a flash of a tongue too, a faux bite over Xiao Zhan’s bottom lip, before the two finally separate.
Yibo drops his arm from Xiao Zhan’s waist and backs away with a lick of his lips. When he lets his gaze roam freely over Xiao Zhan’s face and body, the names “Venus” and “Beautiful Xiao'' tumble naturally and teasingly out of his mouth.
When the stylists find them, Xiao Zhan has his hands pressed together in front of Yibo, pouting at him in a pitiful manner. “Okay, okay. Handsome Wang, Lord Wang, don’t say anymore.” Xiao Zhan knows he looks ridiculous, but Yibo won’t stop calling him Venus if he doesn’t beg. He wonders if Yibo gets a kick out of dominating him like this, then recalls all the dirty talk they’ve been doing today and stops that train of thought.
Yibo’s only response is a lopsided smile that has Xiao Zhan trying to hit him, only for Yibo to agilely dodge away and swat Xiao Zhan instead. They trade more playful jabs at each other as they make their way to the new set, surprising a few of the staff as they go. If they were back at Hengdian, nobody would have batted an eye at them.
They shoot in front of a circular opening first, standing together with Xiao Zhan angled sideways and Yibo facing forward. They’ve operated a snow machine this time to let it fall gently over them as the photographer takes shot after shot. Next, they move to a patch of ground that’s been littered with more fake snow, the bamboos serving as a backdrop. The bunnies from before have also been laid around for the picture, and Xiao Zhan happily plops to the ground as instructed.
With his legs extended and leaning onto one elbow, Xiao Zhan grins as a staff deposits the white rabbit in his arms. He starts caressing the fluffy creature’s head, running his fingers over the soft fur and cooing when it tries to move away. Yibo sits behind him, cross-legged, but when that doesn't look intimate enough, he shuffles closer and supports Xiao Zhan with a knee pressed to his back. Xiao Zhan ends up leaning on that leg, almost reminiscent of their positions from one of the boat scenes in A-Ling.
To finish it, they hand Yibo an umbrella which he raises above their hands, while his other hand rests on a bent knee. They hold their positions for a good few minutes as the photographer lays down and stands up for the best angles, while another person comes forward to video them for the behind the scenes. Yibo shifts his gaze either on the back of Xiao Zhan’s head or at the camera, trying to convey Lan Wangji’s desire for his lover in not only his posture but his eyes.
Once they’re given another short break, Yibo drops the umbrella to the side and lets his shoulders slouch, sighing as he thinks about the early flight they have tomorrow morning to head back to the filming site.
Xiao Zhan rests more comfortably against him, and Yibo’s eyes happen to fall on the pale skin of his neck. Beneath his collar, Yibo can see a few faded marks that he knows are from last night’s activity. His lips twitch upwards, and he decides to keep quiet about it, knowing Xiao Zhan isn’t going to be happy that he broke their agreement to not leave any marks.
It isn’t like Yibo could have helped it when Xiao Zhan asked to be fucked from behind. Yibo had latched onto his nape when the pressure around his cock grew too intense, Xiao Zhan begging at him to go faster, his hips pushing back to each one of Yibo’s thrusts, until he—
“Yibo?”
Xiao Zhan has tilted his head back to look at Yibo, and he chuckles when the other blinks and looks a little lost for a moment. So cute. “Don’t space out, Bo-di, we still got a couple more takes to go and an interview before we can get home,” Xiao Zhan says as he pets the bunny now snoozing on the bend of one of his arms.
He feels Yibo sigh above his head, before a chin is placed on Xiao Zhan’s shoulder. “I want to go home so I can touch you already.”
Xiao Zhan hums in amusement, knocking their heads gently. “Isn’t this touching now?”
Even without looking at Yibo, Xiao Zhan can feel that blank gaze boring into his face, and smothers a giggle. He gasps, however, when Yibo pinches his ass with the hand hidden behind Xiao Zhan’s body. “The touching we did like last night,” Yibo whispers, smirking in satisfaction at the blush staining Xiao Zhan’s cheeks.
“I’ve been seeing you in these pretty clothes the whole day, but now I just want to rip them off you, ge.”
“Yibo!” Xiao Zhan hisses softly, feeling betrayed at how his body is instantly aroused from a couple of words.
“Come on. Don’t you want me to gwie goseulrineun sorireul hada?” The husky quality to Yibo’s voice gets Xiao Zhan suddenly hot under his skin. “ Non naega malhal dan hanmadido ihaehaji motal goya hajiman geugon nol heungbunsikigo gweropineun goya. ”
Yibo can see how Xiao Zhan’s eyelashes flutter down, how his breath leaves him in shaky pants, how his face has flushed an alluring red that Yibo sees every time he fucks him. Every inch of him itches to drag Xiao Zhan away, to take him someplace where no one else can see another side of his beauty that's for his eyes alone.
But he endures the wait. Yibo claws back his self-control just as Xiao Zhan does the same when the photographer returns. They finish the rest of this set's shooting without any hindrance. He and Xiao Zhan get a chance to see some of the pictures taken so far, but it does nothing to abate the throb between Yibo’s legs as he stares at picture after picture of Xiao Zhan’s perfection glowing back at him.
We make a pretty handsome pair , Yibo thinks, feeling proud over it. When he turns his head to look at Xiao Zhan, he finds him already staring back at him, smiling in a way that makes Yibo’s own gut clench.
The walk back to the dressing room is fast and rushed, and Yibo feels like his body has been shot with adrenaline as the door shuts behind them, leaving the two of them alone once more.
"How long do you think we have?" Xiao Zhan asks, already starting to undo his top.
"Ten? Fifteen minutes?" Yibo answers, eyes following the movement of Xiao Zhan’s hands. There's a click as he locks the door himself and steps away from it.
"Is that enough time for you?" Xiao Zhan throws back with a wide smirk.
Yibo grins ferally. "More than enough."
With eyes pinning Xiao Zhan down like a lion would its caged prey, Yibo surges forward, just as Xiao Zhan reaches for him at the same time, their mouths meeting in a clash of teeth and bruising lips.
Neither seems to mind, however, as Yibo shoves his tongue down Xiao Zhan’s throat while Xiao Zhan fumbles to open Yibo’s complicated-looking coat. Yibo walks them backwards until Xiao Zhan’s crowded against the wall, their bodies pressed flushed together.
“I've been thinking about getting my hands on you since you stepped out in this,” Yibo growls against his lips. Xiao Zhan’s toes curl in pleasure as Yibo deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth. After their tongues have tangled enough, Yibo pulls away, his pants harsh and heated against Xiao Zhan’s tingling lips. “Want to fuck you as I tell you all the filthy things you can't understand.”
Xiao Zhan openly moans, legs nearly buckling at the thought. "Want you to fuck me, Yibo. B-But not here."
"I know," Yibo presses their foreheads together, a look of lust and desperation on his face. Then his eyes land on Xiao Zhan's lips. "But we can do something else."
With Xiao Zhan’s mouth already open, Yibo slides two fingers inside. Aroused, Xiao Zhan closes down around the digits and moans softly as he bobs his head. He pulls back to let Yibo’s fingers rest on the swell of his bottom lip and darts out his tongue to lick them. Lowering his lashes, Xiao Zhan stares up at Yibo with a hunger in his eyes, clearly wanting a taste of something else.
Yibo’s chest rises and falls rapidly, erection straining prominently against the front of his boxers. “How are your lips so obscene?” Yibo whispers. He traces the pad of his thumb over Xiao Zhan’s saliva-slickened lips. “I could watch your mouth stretched around my fingers all day.”
Xiao Zhan chuckles and tilts his head, eyes flicking downward. “Wouldn’t you rather it be stretched around something else?”
Yibo’s eyes slam closed with the force of his groan. “Yes, god yes. I want to fuck your mouth.”
“I'm glad you agree.” Xiao Zhan impatiently flips them around so that Yibo’s pressed to the wall this time, while Xiao Zhan drops to his knees with a thud. He yanks down the waistband of the skirt since it's frankly too long to even consider holding it up, and in the midst of blind arousal, Yibo’s eyes flicker to Xiao Zhan on his knees. He looks so pretty down there with his hair up in a ponytail, and his lips red and swollen from all their kissing. Yibo can feel himself chubbing up even more.
Once Xiao Zhan tugs his boxers over his balls, a hand instantly wraps around the base of Yibo’s shaft; he groans, almost tempted to close his eyes, but he can't miss what happens next.
Xiao Zhan leans forward and takes the crown of Yibo’s dick into his mouth, licking the slit. A hand slides into his hair, and grips him tight, the pain slightly stinging his scalp.
“Fuck,” Yibo bites out, snapping his hips forward.
Xiao Zhan nearly chokes around his mouthful, and Yibo quickly murmurs an apology, gently combing his fingers through Xiao Zhan’s hair as he begins to sink further around Yibo’s thick girth.
Xiao Zhan keeps pressing forward, slides each inch of Yibo’s cock past his lips until he feels him nudging the back of his throat. Xiao Zhan ignores the burning reflex to choke and instead fixates on Yibo’s intoxicating taste, bitter and musky and maddeningly erotic. When he has reached his limit, Xiao Zhan draws his head back, tongue swiping the underside that he remembers drives Yibo wild.
Yibo clenches his teeth and pulls on Xiao Zhan’s hair hard enough to hurt. Xiao Zhan moans, opening his jaw wider when Yibo hips stutter forward in a lapse of control. Xiao Zhan peeks up at Yibo from beneath his lashes and sees Yibo’s red face and his heaving chest, his molten eyes looking down at Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan moans around Yibo’s length, and his own erection throbs hard and incessant between his legs.
“G-god, Xiao Zhan,” Yibo says, breathless. “You’re so talented, so amazing—!”
Each word of praise spurs Xiao Zhan on, and each throaty groan that rumbles out of Yibo’s chest is motivation that bobs his head faster, taking more and more of Yibo into his mouth until tears gather in the corners of his eyes. He ignores his body’s protests and swallows around Yibo’s big cock until his nose has nearly grazed the base of his pelvis.
Yibo’s fingers start trembling in his hair. “Z-Zhan-ge, I’m close—ah, fuck—can I— come in your mouth—”
Xiao Zhan hums his approval through vibrations, palming himself through his pants. Yibo swears and thrusts his hips forward, all sense of restraint lost.
The back and forth drag of his cock in his mouth is surreal and blistering hot like he's having an out of body experience, his senses focused on nothing else but being fucked. Before Xiao Zhan expects it, he feels Yibo beginning to spill into his mouth, bitter and warm. Xiao Zhan stops his frantic movements, wraps his hands around Yibo’s thighs, and focuses solely on swallowing each spurt of cum that hits the back of his throat.
After a few moments, Yibo goes slack against the wall, his hands turning limp atop Xiao Zhan’s head. Xiao Zhan slowly pulls off Yibo's deflating cock, wipes semen from his lips, and coughs meagerly into the back of his hand.
He is just about to ask Yibo if it was good when he is hauled up by his shoulders and slammed against the wall again. His gasp of surprise is swallowed by Yibo’s eager mouth, tongue plunging inside to taste himself. Yibo’s hand dives into his pants with little preamble and reaches into his briefs. The first brush of Yibo’s fingers against his dick has Xiao Zhan crying out against Yibo’s lips.
Yibo jerks him off with an intensity that leaves Xiao Zhan’s legs wobbling. The only thing that prevents him from plummeting back to the ground is the weight of Yibo’s torso pressed against him.
“ Mureupeul jom do jaju kkuroyagesso ,” Yibo snarls. “I never wanted to stop fucking that pretty little mouth of yours, ge.”
Xiao Zhan softly keens, and his cock twitches in his hold as Yibo kneads him, twisting his wrist, and caressing the head with the tip of his thumb frantically.
“You really like that,” Yibo says in disbelief. “Look at you, getting so wet— fuck, you're so hot.”
Xiao Zhan knows if it was anyone else speaking Korean to him it wouldn't matter. But because it's Yibo, Xiao Zhan can't help but be affected by him in every way. The sound of Yibo’s voice never fails to render Xiao Zhan utterly powerless, and Xiao Zhan has to muffle his moan into the ball of his fist as his orgasm nears.
Yibo pants against him, bites, and nips at Xiao Zhan’s ear where no marks can be left behind. Xiao Zhan swallows down his whimper desperately.
“That's it, you're almost there.” Yibo murmurs. “You look so pretty when you're about to come, Zhan-ge.”
Pleasure swells within Xiao Zhan at the shameless praise. He squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on the steady cadence of Yibo’s hand driving him over the brink. When it crashes, Xiao Zhan buries his face into Yibo's neck and cries out as he trembles, coming all over his large palm.
As they gradually wind down, they're both slumped against the wall, holding each other up. Yibo is reluctant to let Xioa Zhan go, but they only have a limited time in here. The stylists could come in to check on them at any moment.
Yibo looks at the jizz in his hand and laughs. "I can't believe we actually did that here."
Xiao Zhan releases a slow breath, his eyes still shut but he's smiling like he’s drunk a shot of Baiju. "I know. We're so stupid."
"And horny."
"You mean reckless."
Yibo grins and leans forward to kiss Xiao Zhan, sweet and short on the lips. It finally prompts Xiao Zhan to blink big, watery eyes open. Yibo can't help but stand there and drink in the sight of his blissed-out expression and swollen lips. "But we didn't get caught,” Yibo points out gleefully.
Even Xiao Zhan giggles at that, and the two finally separate to fix their clothes, trying to look a little less like they had done something they shouldn’t have at work. Thankfully none of them stained their outfits.
As Xiao Zhan looks at himself in the mirror, he sees Yibo embracing him from behind, placing his chin on Xiao Zhan's shoulder. "When we get home, I'll fuck you for real, ge," he whispers into his ear.
Xiao Zhan bites his lip when a surge of arousal runs through him, his spent cock twitching once more. He leans back against Yibo’s chest and grins at their reflections. "I'll hold you to that, Wang Yibo."