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Xiao Zhan was known for his patience. He had worked very hard to get where he had in his career, thank you very much, and no young idol (no matter how sexy) was going to ruin his perfect record of success. Now, it would be impossible for someone who had worked for five years in addiction therapy to have a perfect record of success but for two things.

First, Xiao Zhan did not deal with substance abuse of any kind. Instead, Xiao Zhan dealt with behavioral addictions. They were no less serious, but as behavioral issues, at least he didn’t have to deal with the same kind of chemical dependency.

Most of his clients were gambling addicts. He’d had to go out of his way to stagger them with other behavioral issues for appointments after Xiao Zhan had finished a session that ran too late and found his waiting room turned into a wannabe Macau.

The addicts from prior sessions had begun meeting up and starting their own casino night while they waited for their appointments. That had been a setback for more than one of his clients. Now, he knew to intersperse the gambling addicts with the internet addicts. The Venn diagram worked well, with the only exception being the online poker players.

Xiao Zhan had heard from prior colleagues that they would alternate scheduling sex addicts with gaming addicts due to the prior lack of overlap, but those colleagues hadn’t met any modern gamers. Xiao Zhan had to keep those addicts separate from everyone else at this point, and often the gaming addicts had more than one issue that they needed assistance with. Sometimes he wondered what dens of iniquity gamer cons must be, but decided not to think very hard about it. He had too much on his mind as it was.

And that too much answered to the name of Wang Yibo. The idol's manager had set up the appointment as a sex addict in need of therapy. Xiao Zhan had not wanted to accept the famous idol for a client in the first place. While Yibo didn’t have issues with substance abuse, he wouldn’t have made it past Xiao Zhan’s other criteria.

Second, Xiao Zhan chose to be very selective, only accepting clients who seemed to genuinely want to get better. He knew addiction was an illness, and if someone wasn’t completely invested in getting better and overcoming the addiction, Xiao Zhan had plenty of excellent rehabs to refer them to until they were ready to actually make a change. Wang Yibo would have been eliminated as a potential client under normal circumstances, because it was clear at their first meeting that Yibo was absolutely, 100% NOT invested in getting better and overcoming his addiction.

Besides his killer record for helping his clients, Xiao Zhan also had a reputation for discretion. Most of his clients, at this point, were referred by word-of-mouth in the entertainment community. Unfortunately, that word of mouth had brought Wang Yibo’s manager to his door. After failing to bully Xiao Zhan into accepting Wang Yibo as a client after a disastrous first meeting, she paid off his building manager into beginning a harassment campaign by way of broken utilities and slow repairs that culminated in Xiao Zhan giving in. It wasn’t fair, but Xiao Zhan figured that if it was a question of a working A/C system in the Beijing summertime or dealing with a spoiled idol, he’d at least rather be less sweaty.

Sitting in his office trying to keep a straight face while Yibo made his ears burn hot, though, Xiao Zhan still felt as if he was in some kind of personal hell, regardless of the cool air venting over his flushed skin.

“Wang Yibo, are you even human?” the therapist exclaimed as the actor smirked at him from his chair across the room.

“What, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked innocently. “Aren’t I supposed to tell you my thoughts?”

“Only in response to my questions, Wang Yibo,” Xiao Zhan blurted out, clearly flustered as Yibo gave him a sinful grin. “You’re not supposed to just tell me your fantasies!”

“But I thought they must be relevant,” Yibo said, his dark eyes wide as he feigned surprise. “They’re about you, after all. Shouldn’t we discuss them? Maybe you can use the information to help me. And I told you, call me Yibo. Can’t you do that? Please, Zhan-ge, for me?”

Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes at the shameless young man, and Yibo’s lips fell into a purposeful pout as he eyed the shocked therapist sitting stiffly in his chair next to the couch the idol was lounging on. He dropped one leg on the ground, his long legs spreading temptingly wide on the couch.

Xiao Zhan tried to avoid looking at the obvious bulge where his pants were tenting, but not only did he fail at that, he also failed to school his expression enough to stop Yibo’s eyes from lighting up with glee.

“You don’t need to lay on the couch either, sit up!” Xiao Zhan hissed. He tried to stealthily inch his chair further back from the brazen idol who had just described, in great detail, the various positions he’d imagined fucking Xiao Zhan during the hours before this, their second appointment.

The first appointment hadn’t been much better, which is why Xiao Zhan had initially turned him down as a client. He had kicked out the outrageous younger man only 20 minutes into their 90-minute initial session and told Yibo to never come back.

The cocky man had left, cackling like a gremlin. He called out that he’d see Xiao Zhan in a few weeks when he returned from a tour. “Wait for me, Zhan-ge, I’ll be back for you,” Yibo had promised the blushing therapist as the door swung closed behind him.

The preliminary appointment had been the strangest and most confusing 20 minutes of Xiao Zhan’s life. It had been arranged by Wang Yibo’s manager, and the woman had literally dragged the sullen, frowning man into the room.

However, the instant that Wang Yibo had laid eyes on Xiao Zhan, the manager had basically been pushed out of the door with a dust cloud trailing in her wake. Her eyebrows had been raised in surprise as the door was shut firmly behind her, Yibo quickly perching on the couch and staring at Xiao Zhan as if he was a particularly tasty looking dessert. Xiao Zhan was used to that from other clients he had that were sex addicts, but not only were none as utterly shameless as Wang Yibo, they also weren’t nearly as hard to resist.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Xiao Zhan had started their initial interview, adjusting his glasses and holding his pen to paper.

“I’d much rather learn more about you, gege,” Yibo had all-but-purred. He ran a hand through his stylishly mussed hair as he licked his lips and avidly watched Xiao Zhan in a way that made him feel uncomfortably like prey.

“And yet I’m being paid to learn about you,” Xiao Zhan chirped back, offering him a sunny smile and trying to get things back on track.

“You’re not being very fun, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said with a pout on his pretty lips. Xiao Zhan was unable to hold back a smile at the adorable look on the younger man’s face. Unfortunately, the other man who looked so cute was the literal devil, because the instant he saw Xiao Zhan’s smile, his own lips had curled into a very satisfied smirk. It had all gone downhill from there as Yibo started suggesting other things that might be more fun for the two of them.

“Could you hand me that tissue behind you? No, I didn’t need it, but you have a really nice ass, Zhan-ge.”

“That desk looks pretty sturdy. Have you ever fucked on it? Want to?”

Ten minutes later, Xiao Zhan was beet red, ordering Yibo to get the fuck out of his office, and the minute the door closed behind him, jacking off behind his desk to the thought of that infuriating man doing exactly what he’d described in filthy detail. Xiao Zhan had never met anyone that he’d wanted so badly before. The trembling therapist hadn’t even been able to get up to lock the door, and at that moment, Xiao Zhan knew he was so incredibly screwed.

And then, things had begun to break. First the coffee maker, then the water fountain. This was quickly followed by the bathroom on his floor, and then, the final straw- the air conditioner. Yuehua was not playing around. Yibo made them a lot of money, but he had been spending the last few years enjoying himself with too many one-night stands.

Wang Yibo was burning bridges all over the place. He was young, he was hot, and he had the privilege of being able to crook a finger and sleep with anyone he was interested in. Unfortunately, others in the entertainment industry took exception to that, both the people who wanted more (he wasn’t interested) and the people who were jealous (he didn’t care.) That was starting to lead to a bad reputation that was going to start costing Yuehua money. And Yuehua did not like anyone costing them money.

And now, Xiao Zhan looked at the smirking man laying on the couch in front of him and prayed for the ability to resist. He could tell that Yibo noted the desperate look on his face based on the way his dark eyes flared and the way his pink lips parted. The idol kept drawing closer to Xiao Zhan as the therapist continued trying to move further away.

“If I promise to tell your manager that you’re not an addict, will you go away?” Xiao Zhan asked helplessly.

Yibo looked surprised, dropping the leer he’d been using to make Xiao Zhan blush cutely and cocking his head to the side. “You don’t think I am?” he asked, curious. “My manager sure does.”

Xiao Zhan rolled his eyes. “I’ve worked with a lot of sex addicts, Yibo,” he sighed, the younger man’s eyes lighting up as he said his name. “You’re an incorrigible flirt, and I have no doubt that you enjoy sex.” He coughed as Yibo started smirking once more. “But if you’d actually answer some of my questions, I could better explain what I mean. And then maybe you could leave and never come back?” the therapist asked hopefully.

Yibo pondered his suggestion. His tongue was thrust in his cheek in a way that looked both thoughtful and obscene, causing another cute flush on the older man’s cheeks.

“God, I want to fucking wreck him,” Yibo thought to himself. He could tell that his thoughts were reflected on his face, based on Xiao Zhan’s flustered reaction.

“Thirty minutes,” he proposed, Xiao Zhan’s eyebrows shooting up in confusion. “Thirty minutes for…?”

“I’ll answer your questions for thirty minutes,” Yibo suggested. “Anything you ask, totally truthful, open book, I’m all yours,” he said with a cocky smile. He watched the therapist’s eyes widen and then dart back to his notebook, fingers trembling on his pen.

“But…” he drawled, sitting up as Xiao Zhan had requested earlier, but then scooting close enough to Xiao Zhan’s chair for touch, much to the other man's chagrin. “Then I get the rest of the appointment.”

“For what?” Xiao Zhan asked, looking nervous. Yibo smirked, “The same, of course. If, at the end of the session, you don’t want me to come back, I won’t. Deal?”

Xiao Zhan looked skeptical at the insouciant man’s sudden acquiescence but nodded. “Deal,” he replied hesitantly, fear unfurling in the pit of his stomach at the look of glee in the other man’s eyes.

Yibo swung back to lay down on the couch. “Questions?” he prompted, hitting a few buttons on his phone before putting it away.

Xiao Zhan shook his head, trying to clear it. “Um, yes. Uh." He tried to gather his thoughts as he watched Yibo look at him with a knowing gaze.

“Something on your mind, Zhan-ge?” he purred. Xiao Zhan glared balefully back at him while stealthily trying to adjust himself.  He knew he had failed at the dangerous light in Yibo’s eyes.

“Would you say that you spend a lot of time thinking about sex, Wang Yibo?” Xiao Zhan asked, clearing his throat and trying his utmost to be coolly professional.

Yibo shrugged. “It’s as much a part of my day as eating or drinking. Is that so wrong?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I eat, I drink, I dance, I fuck. It doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”

Xiao Zhan nodded. “And do you have a lot of pornographic material?”

Yibo laughed out loud. “Why, Zhan-ge! What a question! Are you interested in knowing what I’m into? You don’t need to ask, I’ll tell you, don’t worry.”

Xiao Zhan glared again. “You said you’d answer my questions, Yibo.”

Yibo sighed, “No, I don’t have much porn, Zhan-ge. I just fuck when I want to.” He smiled again, looking up at Xiao Zhan through his eyelashes, “I’d be happy to watch some with you though. We could get some ideas when we start running out of new things to try.”

“Yibo!” Xiao Zhan exclaimed, unable to believe how shameless this young man was.

“I like that.” Yibo smiled devilishly. “Yell my name out like that again, but louder.”

“Forget this,” Xiao Zhan said hotly, starting to stand, but Yibo’s sudden grip was iron on his wrist. His eyes were serious even while his cocky smile stayed exactly the same.

“We have a deal, Zhan-ge. Ask your questions,” the younger man reminded him. A heat burned inside Xiao Zhan’s core at the restraint, and he lost his breath as he stared at Yibo.

“Mmm, that’s good to know,” Yibo remarked. His lips curled up in a sly half-smile as he dropped Xiao Zhan’s wrist to lay back on the couch, large hands folded behind his head.

“What --” Xiao Zhan started, dumbly, and Yibo shook his head dismissively.

“Later,” he promised. “Questions?”

“Um…” Xiao Zhan shook his head again, trying to focus on the still-blank sheet of paper in front of him. “Do you feel the need to go to a lot of strip clubs or adult video stores?” he asked, Yibo smirking in response.

“I go to strip clubs occasionally with friends,” Yibo admitted. “I wouldn’t say I need to, but it’s just as fun as going to a bar. Does that make me a sex addict?” he asked curiously. Xiao Zhan shook his head in response.

“No, it has more to do with the need,” Xiao Zhan replied. “Would you say your sexual activity has increased over time? Is it harder and harder to feel fulfilled and you find yourself needing more?”

Yibo groaned. “You are just making this too easy, Zhan-ge, please. Harder and harder? Needing more? That’s what I’m hoping you’ll say, not me.” He cackled at the frustrated look on Xiao Zhan’s face.

“Fine, fine, no, I liked fucking back in high school and I think I’ve gotten better at it since then, but no, it hasn’t gotten worse or anything. Yuehua just doesn’t like that I won’t date the women they want me to be seen in public with. That’s why I’m here. They don’t like that I enjoy having sex, Zhan-ge, and that I keep sleeping with people they’d rather I didn’t sleep with. They don’t like that I don’t want to be paired up with an actress for publicity,” Yibo finished with a shrug.

Xiao Zhan’s head tilted to the side as he observed the annoyed idol, asking, “Have you gotten in trouble for watching pornography at work, or has your infidelity caused problems in your relationships?” Xiao Zhan took notes on his notepad as Yibo let out another incredulous laugh.

“No, I’ve only gotten in trouble for fucking at work, and there’s no infidelity when you don’t date anyone,” Yibo responded with a wry grin.

“Do you experience mood swings and depression after a sexual encounter? Feelings of guilt and self-hatred?” Xiao Zhan queried. Yibo shook his head.

“Nope, no guilt, I just enjoy sex,” he replied. The young idol watched Xiao Zhan set down his pen with bright eyes.

“Well, I think this is a waste of our time, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan said with a happy smile. “I don’t think you’re a sex addict. You don’t fit any of the destructive behavioral patterns from what I can tell. I think you’re a libertine, and an absolute self-absorbed hedonist, but that just means you’ll do fine in the entertainment industry,” the therapist said crisply, shooting Yibo a sarcastic smile before standing to return to his desk.

Yibo’s phone started buzzing and Xiao Zhan jumped at the sound. He turned around in surprise as Yibo shot up to crowd him against his desk. Yibo’s body pressed against Xiao Zhan’s in a way that was far too close.

“My turn, Zhan-ge,” the idol crooned into Xiao Zhan’s ear as the therapist flushed.

“Fine, but I just agreed to questions, not touching,” Xiao Zhan insisted, trying to move away but pinned between Yibo’s legs on each side of him and the desk.

“Not exactly,” Yibo murmured into his ear. “Anything I ask, totally truthful, open book-- ” he paused, repeating the deal that they’d agreed to and brushing a lock of Xiao Zhan’s hair behind his ear as the other man shuddered under his touch. “And you’re all mine.”

“Wait, what?” Xiao Zhan exclaimed. Yibo smiled into his neck as he pressed a kiss against it. Xiao Zhan froze in place but did not push him away. His ears turned pink. 

"Yibo, this is my office, I can't..." Xiao Zhan sputtered, but Yibo cut him off with a finger against his lips.

"My turn," he chided the therapist with a coy smile as Xiao Zhan gulped.

“First question- do you like how I’m making you feel, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked playfully. He traced a finger along Xiao Zhan’s jaw, tilting his face down from where it had been staring at the wall to instead be pinned by the young man’s direct gaze. “Truthful,” he reminded the therapist.

Xiao Zhan glared at him, then bit out, “Yes, but --” the flow of words stopping as a long finger was again pressed against his lush lips.

“Next question- now that we’ve agreed I’m not an addict, and that I’m not going to be a client of yours, do you honestly want me to stop, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked Xiao Zhan, a cocky grin on his face as he continued to stare at the other man. Xiao Zhan’s mouth dropped open, shocked at Yibo’s audacity, then snapped shut, his cheeks turning pink.

“Pass,” the tall man finally told Yibo, turning his face away as Yibo’s eyes flashed with glee. “There’s no passing, Xiao Zhan,” he said, wagging his finger in the other’s face, then using that finger to trace along Xiao Zhan’s bottom lip. Xiao Zhan’s lips parted automatically under his touch, his eyes opening wide as he stared at the idol, and Yibo licked his own soft lips in response.

“But I can be distracted, I suppose,” Yibo murmured, leaning forward to lock his lips against Xiao Zhan’s in a heated kiss.

Xiao Zhan’s head was spinning. Yes, this man was not going to be a client- he’d been kicked out of the first session and this second one confirmed for Xiao Zhan that he did not, in fact, need help for addiction, but it still felt wrong.

Wang Yibo did need something- he needed to learn how to deal with not getting his way. He needed to have someone tell him no. Unfortunately, Xiao Zhan was not going to be helpful in telling Yibo no, because his entire body was betraying him by trying to say yes in every possible way.

Xiao Zhan let himself be pulled into Yibo’s arms, his own hands gripping Yibo’s shoulders tightly as the younger man’s tongue thrust into his mouth, pushing insistently until Xiao Zhan finally opened to his touch.

“Last question, Zhan-ge,” Yibo eventually managed to get out, slightly breathless as he broke off their wet kiss. He got a cocky smile on his face as he looked over the dazed therapist, and he cupped the other man’s cheek in his large hand.

“Will you let me fuck you? I really want to, and I promise I’ll make you feel so good,” the actor murmured in a deep voice, leaning forward to pull the taller man into another passionate kiss.

Xiao Zhan could barely breathe, trapped between Yibo’s legs. Yibo’s length was pressing insistently against his thigh as he pushed his hard body against Xiao Zhan’s. Yibo was restraining him against the desk and claiming him with his mouth, his hands roaming all over Xiao Zhan’s body. He’d already pulled Xiao Zhan’s shirt out from his pants, expertly unbuttoning it while continuing to kiss him and then pinching one of his nipples while Xiao Zhan gasped.

“Can’t pass on this one, Zhan-ge,” Yibo murmured against his lips, relentlessly continuing to touch him. He ran his hands down Xiao Zhan’s back and across his chest, then started tracing his neck while the other man tried to hold back a whimper.

“Say yes,” the idol urged, reaching down to lick his nipple, sucking it into his mouth and then nibbling as Xiao Zhan let out a moan. “Yes, Zhan-ge,” he pushed, and Xiao Zhan finally nodded, surrendering under the overwhelming assault.

“Yes, Yibo,” the therapist gulped, and Yibo smiled sinfully.

Xiao Zhan quickly found himself flipped around and pressed against the desk as Yibo trailed kisses down his neck, sucking a mark and then licking over it as Xiao Zhan let out a soft cry.

“When’s your next appointment, Zhan-ge?” he asked nonchalantly. Xiao Zhan had trouble collecting his thoughts enough to respond.

“Um, a little over an hour? Yours is almost over, Yibo…” Xiao Zhan started, stopping with another cry as he felt his pants yanked down, leaving him bare below the waist. A heavy hand between his shoulder blades pushed him flat against his desk. He heard Yibo typing something on his phone with his other hand.

“I just let my manager know our appointment has been extended, Zhan-ge,” Yibo purred. Xiao Zhan trembled where he was held firmly. “We have plenty of time to play, and you did say you’d be mine for the rest of our appointment.”

“Wait, I didn’t -- ” Xiao Zhan started to struggle and Yibo held him fast.

“Don’t lie to yourself, gege,” Yibo whispered into his ear as he bent down, his hips grinding against Xiao Zhan’s ass, his breath hot in Xiao Zhan’s ear.

“You promised, remember? Tell me you don’t want this,” Yibo said in a husky voice. “Tell me to stop.”

Xiao Zhan opened his mouth only to have a finger thrust in. He closed his eyes and started sucking on it, hearing a pleased noise.

“God, you want this so badly, don’t you?” Yibo marveled, pulling his finger out and watching Xiao Zhan open his eyes from where his cheek was pressed against the desk, papers crinkling beneath him as he moved. A drop of drool from his panting mouth left a wet circle on a sheet of yellow paper.

“Say it, Zhan-ge,” the idol urged, pushing a finger into his mouth again. Xiao Zhan accepted it easily and again closed his eyes. Yibo pushed in a second and started thrusting the long fingers in and out, Xiao Zhan moaning in response, and then swiftly withdrew them again.

“Say it,” he demanded, grinding his hips again and hearing Xiao Zhan let out a whimper as he was pushed harder against the hard desk.

“I want it, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan exhaled, his face bright red. Yibo grinned and shoved the two fingers back into his mouth, thrusting them again while reaching a hand down to grab Xiao Zhan’s hard length in his other hand. Xiao Zhan let out a muffled cry as Yibo thrust in a third finger, and he gagged, eyes watering but still not struggling.

“For someone who looks so buttoned up, you are just aching to be fucked, aren’t you, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked shamelessly. Xiao Zhan squeezed his eyes closed at his words as if to deny them. His cheeks were pink as he kept licking and sucking on the long fingers pumping in and out of his mouth, saliva wet on his face, the papers on the desk damp beneath him.

Yibo began to tug on Xiao Zhan’s hard cock, and Xiao Zhan’s hips moved with the motion, stuttering as he felt the hard grind of Yibo poking against him. “You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” Yibo asked in a low voice, and Xiao Zhan whimpered, nodding.

Xiao Zhan didn’t know how he had lost control of this appointment so fast, but he was on fire. His cock was achingly hard, he could barely breathe and his head was spinning with want. Every hard thrust of Yibo’s digits in his mouth was echoed by a pull on his throbbing cock by Yibo’s clever fingers, and between the two, Xiao Zhan was quickly getting overwhelmed. He knew he must look a mess, but he didn’t care. Yibo had been sent to him to work out his addiction, but now Xiao Zhan was feeling like the addict, needing more of Yibo’s skin against his own, more of his touch.

Suddenly, he was released, and Xiao Zhan almost cried out with the loss. The therapist tried to straighten up, but he was swiftly pinned in place by Yibo’s hand splayed across his back.

“I didn’t say you could move, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said mildly. Xiao Zhan shivered and he tried to relax, letting his body rest against the desk. As Yibo felt him stop struggling, he released Xiao Zhan again, unfastening his own pants and pulling out his dick, but otherwise remaining clothed.

“If only your clients could see you now,” Yibo said with a smirk, eying the quivering man in front of him. Xiao Zhan was naked from the waist down, his shirt open and crumpled, and the rest of him was pressed against the desk. The therapist’s eyes were closed, his mouth open and wet as he panted, tears on his cheeks from Yibo’s rough treatment as he’d finger fucked Xiao Zhan’s mouth.

Thankfully, Yibo was always prepared and reached into a pocket for an ever-present packet of lube. Xiao Zhan tensed and let out another small cry as he felt a cold finger circling his entrance.

“You’re so cute, Zhan-ge,” Yibo mused as he watched the other man tremble helplessly beneath him. “It just makes me want to do such mean things to you.”

On the last word, Yibo thrust one long finger into Xiao Zhan’s too-tight heat, and Xiao Zhan let out another cry that was quickly stifled by Yibo’s hand covering his mouth. “Shake your head if you want me to stop, Zhan-ge,” Yibo ordered, smirking as Xiao Zhan stayed still, though looking at him with accusatory eyes.

“You can look at me like that all you want,” Yibo murmured, leaning down to rub his hard cock against Xiao Zhan's ass, undulating his hips. He curled the finger still inside the other man, making Xiao Zhan moan. His breath was hot on Xiao Zhan’s ear as Yibo bit down on the older man’s earlobe, eliciting another muffled cry.

“I saw your face when I held your wrist. I felt your pulse race. You like being my helpless little toy, don’t you?” Yibo asked roughly, watching the other man’s pupils dilate at his words. “Admit it,” he insisted and Xiao Zhan closed his eyes, nodding weakly as Yibo smirked in satisfaction.

“Fuck, this is going to be fun,” Yibo exhaled, eyes flaring. He thrust in a second finger too quickly and grinned as Xiao Zhan gasped. He started rutting against Xiao Zhan, his groin shoving his fingers harder inside of Xiao Zhan with each pivot of his hips. Xiao Zhan grunted with every hard thrust, spasming as Yibo found the spot inside he was searching for and crying out again, involuntarily grinding back against Yibo.

“Soon, baby,” Yibo promised. He pushed in another finger, stretching Xiao Zhan open further, “You’ll understand soon why it’s taking so long,” he added with another cocky grin. Xiao Zhan’s eyes shot open to look at Yibo with concern. They were quickly squeezed together again as he tried to focus on breathing, while the other man kept thrusting into him without any pause. Yibo smiled with every moan, until he finally withdrew his hand. Xiao Zhan panted where he lay pushed against the desk and then squeaked as he felt the hard tip of Yibo’s cock lined up to press at his entrance.

“Ready, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked with fake solicitude, fucking into him without waiting for any response as Xiao Zhan let out a muffled scream into the palm still wrapped tightly around his mouth.

“Yeah, you are so ready for me, baby,” he gasped out as he kept pushing in and out of Xiao Zhan. Yibo’s cock dragged against his warmth as Xiao Zhan keened with every thrust, letting out a wanton moan as Yibo hit just the right spot to make Xiao Zhan see stars, hips spasming under Yibo’s body pressing him against the hard top of his desk.

Xiao Zhan was pretty sure he was going to die. This sex-crazed idol was just going to fuck him to death on his own desk in his own office. Five years of hard work down the drain as Yibo’s dick killed him, but he had to admit that it wasn’t such a bad way to go.

Yibo manhandled Xiao Zhan with his large hands, one hand tight on his waist as Yibo pumped into him, one hand covering his mouth completely as he struggled to breathe in through his nose. He was barely getting enough air as Yibo kept roughly fucking him. The lube helped with the size of Yibo moving in and out of him, but wasn’t enough for Xiao Zhan not to burn with every stroke.

The part of Xiao Zhan that was still managing to think was glad Yibo stifled the sounds issuing from his mouth. This was because the rest of Xiao Zhan that nothing more than a throbbing mess of sensation and desire was sobbing and moaning behind Yibo’s hand with every brutal thrust. While Xiao Zhan’s office had thick walls, they weren’t thick enough to hide what the two were doing from the manager sitting just outside the room if Xiao Zhan wasn't being silenced. The feel of Yibo’s dick dragging in and out of him was overwhelming. The stretch was painful, but the feeling of fullness was so incredibly good that Xiao Zhan could barely stand under his assault, his legs trembling.

“You’re so fucking tight, Zhan-ge,” Yibo panted, his thrusting unrelenting. Xiao Zhan’s ass bounced against his body with every movement as he rammed into the sobbing man underneath him. “Do you think your next appointment would cancel? I’m not sure we’ll be done.”

Xiao Zhan made a muffled sound of protest and Yibo increased his speed, smirking as Xiao Zhan stopped making any noises other than involuntary ones from his intense attentions. Yibo could feel the other man clenching underneath him, and he started focusing more on driving into the same spot that kept eliciting such loud cries.

The therapist came undone, shooting white stripes over paperwork on his desk as Yibo kept moving against him, unrelenting. He finally took his hand off of Xiao Zhan’s mouth, the other man now an exhausted mess completely boneless against the hard surface. Yibo kept pounding into him, and Xiao Zhan let out small moans but otherwise seemed insensate while Yibo strove towards his own release.

“You’re being so good for me,” Yibo pushed out through gritted teeth, hands bruisingly tight on Xiao Zhan’s hips as his rhythm started becoming more erratic. His thrusts were longer and harder until he finally groaned. Xiao Zhan felt warmth inside him as Yibo’s fingers clenched down painfully on his skin, sighing with satisfaction as he pulled out of Xiao Zhan. The young idol took in the vision below him and smiled smugly to see the buttoned-up therapist so completely wrecked. Xiao Zhan looked as crumpled and used as the papers haphazardly shoved around underneath him during all their activity.

Yibo disposed of his condom, then returned to the man who didn’t seem able to move from where he’d been shoved down on the desk. He pushed a finger into Xiao Zhan again experimentally, his own member beginning to harden again in response as he watched the reddened furl swallowing his finger the same way it had clenched around his cock just moments before.

“I’m clean, by the way, Zhan-ge,” he mentioned offhandedly, as Xiao Zhan let out a small moan. “I get tested all the time and I haven’t gone without protection with anyone. Are you?”

“I am, but --” Xiao Zhan started, and Yibo smiled happily in response.

“Good!” the idol replied, “I only had one condom… should have planned that better.” He quickly sank his length deep into Xiao Zhan, who let out a sharp cry at the sudden shock.

“Shhhh,” Yibo hushed him, “You don’t want anyone in the waiting room to know what you’re doing, do you?” he asked innocently as the man underneath him struggled.

“Yibo!” Xiao Zhan sputtered. Yibo began moving faster but didn’t cover his mouth.

“Stay quiet, baby, you don’t want my manager to interrupt us, do you?” he asked smugly, thrusting harder as Xiao Zhan let out another moan and gave up resisting. He sank back against the desk as Yibo continued fucking him, trying to stifle his cries with his face buried in the crook of his elbow.

“Good, Zhan-ge,” Yibo praised him in between thrusts, “You’re being so good.”

Xiao Zhan whimpered and Yibo’s eyes flared, running a hand through the therapist’s hair and tugging at it experimentally. Yibo relished in the sudden loud noise it pulled from Xiao Zhan, who tried even harder to burrow into his arm.

“Breathe, Zhan-ge,” he said with a smirk, then pulled out of him, Xiao Zhan letting out another muffled cry with the sudden emptiness.

Xiao Zhan only had that moment of confusion before he was pulled up from the desk, his open shirt yanked off. He was quickly shoved against the wall behind his desk, his chest pressed against the hard surface, his legs roughly spread apart. Yibo shoved himself in once more as Xiao Zhan let out another muffled shout.

“Be good,” Yibo reminded him, his voice low in Xiao Zhan’s ear. The new position against the wall gave him better access to Xiao Zhan’s face, half of it pressed against the cool wall, and better access to his now-bare neck and back, which Yibo began taking advantage of. He alternated licking, sucking and biting as he continued to move in and out of Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan began to palm his own cock, but Yibo quickly slapped his hand away, slamming Xiao Zhan more roughly into the wall with the next thrust of his hips.

“Hands on the wall, Zhan-ge,” Yibo hissed into Xiao Zhan’s ear. “You take only what I give you, understand?” He thrust harder again for emphasis and Xiao Zhan nodded, his pupils blown as Yibo smiled in satisfaction.

“Good boy,” he murmured, biting Xiao Zhan’s earlobe as the taller man let out a whimper, His cock was stiff once more, jutting out in front of him but untouched. Yibo continued to undulate his hips as he pounded into Xiao Zhan. “Say you want to be good for me, Zhan-ge,” he crooned into Xiao Zhan’s ear. “Say what a good slut you want to be for me.”

“Yibo, please,” Xiao Zhan begged, his face flush with embarrassment. “Please don’t. I can’t.”

Yibo started to slow down, slowly dragging his length in and out of Xiao Zhan. “Oh Zhan-ge,” he murmured mercilessly into the other man’s ear, “Stop lying to yourself. I’m fucking you against the wall of your office, and you want it so bad, don’t you?”

Xiao Zhan whimpered at the crude words coming out of the brazen idol’s mouth. “Don’t you?” Yibo demanded, yanking at his hair, and Xiao Zhan gasped, relenting. He nodded. “Yes, Yibo,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he flushed red. Yibo’s lips curved up in bemusement.

“Like I said, Zhan-ge, you’re just so --” he gave another hard thrust into Xiao Zhan, the therapist moaning. “So fucking cute, it just makes me want to be mean to you. But you like that, don’t you?” Yibo asked idly, still moving painfully slowly in and out of the other man, who was trembling and flushed red beneath him. “Say you like being my slut, Zhan-ge.”

Xiao Zhan shook his head wildly, pleading, “Yibo, I can’t, please.”

Yibo curled a lip. “So much fun,” he mused. He started pounding faster into Xiao Zhan. The other man threw his arm over his face and bit down on the inside of his elbow to stifle his cries as Yibo took what he wanted, still not touching Xiao Zhan’s leaking cock which spasmed with each thrust.

“Please, Yibo, please touch me,” Xiao Zhan begged. Yibo reached forward, his fingers toying with Xiao Zhan. They slowly trailed from the base up to the head, but he didn’t apply enough pressure for much friction. Xiao Zhan desperately tried to thrust into his hand while he whimpered with need.

“Say it, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said with a smug smile in his voice, Xiao Zhan’s flush spreading down to his neck.

“You’re such a professional, aren’t you,” he said mockingly as he kept piercing Xiao Zhan, the angle not quite what Xiao Zhan needed, the pressure around his cock just short of what Xiao Zhan was begging for. “You’re falling apart but you’re still pretending you have any control.”

Yibo bit down on his neck, sucking a large bruise as Xiao Zhan sobbed into his arm, sweat rolling down his back as Yibo kept impaling him mercilessly. “I’ll give you what you want, but you have to do what I tell you to, baby,” Yibo smirked, fucking in hard on the last word as Xiao Zhan bit his lip, trying desperately hard to stay quiet.

“Say you’re my slut, Zhan-ge,” Yibo purred into his ear, the therapist bright pink with shame as Yibo kept pushing.

Xiao Zhan finally gave in, needing Yibo’s touch so badly that it hurt. “Please, Yibo,” he begged. “I’m your slut, just please, touch me. Anything, please.” He pushed back into Yibo’s thrust impatiently, trying to take Yibo’s cock deeper, frantic to hit the spot he ached for.

Yibo made a pleased sound as he spread Xiao Zhan’s legs wider, starting to thrust at an angle that pulled a stifled scream from Xiao Zhan’s lips and put a satisfied smirk on Yibo’s face. He reached around to start pulling in earnest on Xiao Zhan’s cock, hard and wet from precum, as well as the remnants from their sex on the desk.

“Good, Zhan-ge,” he murmured in a deep voice, Xiao Zhan trembling. The taller man’s palms were pressed so hard against the wall that his fingertips were white and strained. “You’re being so good for me. I’ll take care of you.”

He twisted his hand, tugging Xiao Zhan’s hard length in his hand. Yibo trailed the tips of his fingers through the sticky wetness and rubbed them over the head of Xiao Zhan’s cock, fingering the slit and then stroking firmly down again. He kept pivoting his hips at the same time, the slap between their bodies loud while Xiao Zhan let out muffled moans. Yibo bit into his shoulder, his back, his neck, sucking and licking marks all over him.

“Come for me, Zhan-ge,” Yibo demanded, biting down on his earlobe as the idol thrust hard inside. He thumbed the head of Xiao Zhan’s cock as Xiao Zhan spasmed, the older man shooting against the wall in front of him. He cried out into his arm and then sobbed as Yibo kept pumping relentlessly into him, until he finally releasee his heat deep inside Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan clenched against him through the aftershocks.

They stayed frozen for a moment, both trying to catch their breath, then Yibo pulled out, lips twisting up as he watched cum leak down Xiao Zhan’s leg. He reached down and caught some with his finger, pushing it back inside as Xiao Zhan gasped, trying to move away from the raw sensation.

“Stop moving, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said idly, continuing to rub his fingers through the mess and push in and out of Xiao Zhan. “You said anything, and I didn’t say we were done yet.”

Xiao Zhan’s jaw dropped and he shook his head. “Yibo, it’s almost time for my next appointment! We have to be done, I have to clean up,” he told the idol, flustered, and Yibo eyed him speculatively.

“Stay here,” he instructed Xiao Zhan, who shivered as he felt the spend dripping down between his thighs, the cool wall pressed against the front of his chest, the side of his face.

Xiao Zhan was naked in his own office, covered in marks, bruises, cum, tears and spit. His lips were swollen from biting and he could barely stay standing, his legs trembling as Xiao Zhan struggled not to sway. Yibo, on the other hand, was almost completely dressed, with only his pants unfastened and a fine sheen of sweat covering his face and neck, his hair tousled but not unkempt. He picked up his phone, typing in a message and then putting it down, and brought Xiao Zhan’s over to him. “Call your client and say you need to do a phone meeting, that you aren’t able to make it back to your office in time,” he ordered.

“Wait, what?” Xiao Zhan exclaimed, starting to shake his head. Yibo just raised his eyebrows, pinning Xiao Zhan with his direct gaze.

“Look at yourself, Zhan-ge, you can’t see a client like this.” He bent over to stare at the red-faced man, adding in a confidential tone, “It smells like sex in here too, Zhan-ge, and you have cum on your desk. I think you want to change it to a phone appointment.”

Xiao Zhan’s eyes were wide as he quickly dialed his client’s number. He managed to stammer out the need to change the venue, and they agreed that the client would call back in ten minutes to have the phone appointment instead.

Xiao Zhan started to move to pick up his shirt, but he stopped abruptly as Yibo stepped on it. “You don’t have to get dressed for a phone appointment, Zhan-ge,” he pointed out, Xiao Zhan looking panicked. “Go lay on the couch, you still have to get cleaned up, remember?”

Xiao Zhan started shaking his head but stopped as Yibo sauntered up to him. The idol shoved him back against the wall and plunged his tongue ruthlessly into Xiao Zhan’s mouth, kissing him hotly, hands roaming over his body possessively. Yibo finally pulled away, and Xiao Zhan’s eyes were wide as he stared dumbstruck at the other man. “Now you only have five minutes, Zhan-ge. Go lay down on your stomach,” he instructed. Xiao Zhan looked worried, but he obeyed.

Yibo plucked the phone from Xiao Zhan’s fingers, laying it next to where the side of the therapist’s face was pressed against the couch. It began to ring and Yibo put a finger to his lips, saying, “Be sure to stay quiet, Zhan-ge,” before accepting the call and moving down to straddle Xiao Zhan’s legs.

Xiao Zhan took a deep breath to steady his voice, and coolly spoke to the patient.  He began their session and listened as the man started to talk, his voice tinny in Xiao Zhan’s ear.

Xiao Zhan struggled to not make an audible gasp, his lips pressed tightly together as he managed to wrangle a moan into an, “Mmmhmm,” to the client, encouraging him to continue as Yibo pulled his cheeks apart, licking a long, wet stripe from Xiao Zhan’s balls up to his fluttering reddened furl.

Yibo began shamelessly cleaning Xiao Zhan off in slow, thorough strokes of his tongue as Xiao Zhan squirmed and swallowed his cries while trying to listen to his client. He gritted his teeth, managing to eke out appropriate noises throughout the session as Yibo pierced him with thrusts of his silky tongue, alternating with his fingers to see if he could manage to get Xiao Zhan to break.

The older man bit his cheek, his lips, his tongue, his hand, his fist, then tried to use his elbow to muffle his noises as Yibo did his best to get the man to cry out. Yibo was impressed at Xiao Zhan’s fortitude even as he laughed internally at the man’s almost-violent struggle. He pulled Xiao Zhan’s hips up, positioning him with his ass in the air for easier access as the man’s face was pushed further into the couch. Xiao Zhan’s neck was angled uncomfortably trying to listen where the phone was pushed against his ear, his lips close to the screen as he struggled to keep his breathing steady.

It was twenty minutes of torture, and there were tears streaming down Xiao Zhan’s cheeks, his throat hoarse from his silent cries. The client finally said he needed to leave early because of the rescheduling, and Xiao Zhan managed to say in a steady voice that this session was gratis, and that their next appointment would be extended the following week. The pleased client thanked him before hanging up.

The second the phone clicked, Yibo had already been lined up and thrust into him hard and fast. Xiao Zhan choked as he felt Yibo so incredibly deep inside of him, grinding further into him with each push of his hips. “It’s like you were meant to take me, Zhan-ge,” Yibo praised him, the other man only able to moan in response. His stiff cock was aching once more, though Xiao Zhan couldn’t imagine coming again.

“Please, Yibo, no more. I can’t,” Xiao Zhan begged.

“I think you can, Zhan-ge,” Yibo purred, continuing to move as he felt the other man shudder under him.

The overstimulation made every movement of Yibo’s cock inside him so incredibly painful and pleasurable at the exact same time.  Xiao Zhan found himself unable to do anything other than focus on breathing. His arms had given out, and he was barely holding himself up enough to not be suffocated in the couch cushion as Yibo slammed into him.

Xiao Zhan let out a stifled scream as he came again, warmth spattering on the couch underneath him and then rubbing into his skin as he kept being pushed back and forth over it with every thrust. Yibo almost came then, just seeing the quivering mess that Xiao Zhan had become with his back bent, his perfect lush ass held up in the air for Yibo to slam into. He thought Xiao Zhan was probably right, he might not be a sex addict, but he was pretty sure he was now a Zhansexual. Yuehua had been bitching nonstop about his sleeping around, but this, this was everything Yibo had been looking for.

“Guess he managed to fix me after all,” Yibo thought to himself with a self-satisfied smile as he released, filling up Xiao Zhan once more with his hot seed as the other man moaned. Xiao Zhan was covered in sweat and crumpled into a heap once Yibo finally let go of his tight grip on Xiao Zhan’s small waist. Yibo hummed as he wiped damp clumps of Xiao Zhan’s hair off his face, cleaning Xiao Zhan off with tissues.

He had a broad smile on his face as Xiao Zhan slowly came back to himself as Yibo petted him.

“I think you’re all done for the day, Zhan-ge,” Yibo chirped. “Come over to my place? I’ll order us some dinner, then we can figure out what to do for dessert...”

Xiao Zhan just stared at him, shocked speechless as he took in the shameless younger man who was again fully dressed and put together. He found himself already cleaned and finally gathered himself enough to sit up. Xiao Zhan knew he still was a complete mess as he rubbed his face and ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.

“What the fuck, Yibo?” Xiao Zhan muttered. “I can’t believe that all just happened. What the fuck?” He put his face in his hands, shaking his head in bewilderment.

“It’s okay, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said soothingly, rubbing his back. “Wasn’t it good for you? You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he smirked.

Xiao Zhan couldn’t even muster the energy to blush. “I don’t know how I’m going to look that client in the face again,” he said dumbly.

“You don’t have to see him anymore, Xiao Zhan,” Yibo assured him, waving dismissively.

The therapist finally lifted his head to eye the younger man skeptically. “What are you talking about, Yibo?” he asked cautiously.

“Your landlord already broke your lease,” Yibo said with a shrug. “I told my manager that I needed you to keep me on the straight and narrow during my tour, and she did her usual thing during the last hour of our… session.” He smirked again. “So, I’m thinking phone appointments will be easier for you for the near future.”

Xiao Zhan’s eyes went wide, “I already told you, you cannot be a patient, Yibo!”

Yibo grinned his gremlin smile, “I know that, Xiao Zhan, and you know that, but they don’t know that. Come along with me, tour the world, let me fuck you wherever I want, and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll make sure you get this office back. What do you say?”

Wang Yibo leaned forward, tracing Xiao Zhan’s lip with his thumb. The therapist’s red, swollen lips automatically parted, and the idol grinned. Despite not saying a word, the answer was loud and clear as Yibo took in the heated, helpless look in the other man’s eyes.

“You are going to be so much fun, Zhan-ge,” Yibo murmured, pulling in Xiao Zhan for another heady kiss.