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Xiao Zhan had waited a long time for Wang Yibo, his husband, to come back home after three weeks of missing him. Xiao Zhan was very needy, he wanted to feel Yibo’s touch.
Xiao Zhan did not expect Yibo to give him a tired smile and a peck on his lips before he disappeared behind their bedroom walls only for Xiao Zhan to find him buck naked and out like a light.
Xiao Zhan had expected Yibo to be tired from his flight and his busy schedule. He expected that Yibo would be too tired to jump on the first sight of him and ravage him against the next best flat or horizontal surface. He expected a quick romp or two to satiate their libido before they fell asleep in each other’s arms. He expected this. He did not expect Yibo to fall asleep!
Xiao Zhan even prepared himself, inserting the cute bejewelled buttplug Yibo had gifted to him.
“What the fuck,” Xiao Zhan whispered incredulously as he poked at his fast asleep husband. No response. “You must be kidding me.”
Xiao Zhan pouted. How dare Yibo be a bad husband and not give him his dick. Xiao Zhan wanted Yibo’s dick ramming inside of him. Xiao Zhan wanted Yibo’s cock to spear him wide and open, leaving him drooling and moaning for more. He wanted to be wrecked by his husband’s fat cock.
Xiao Zhan sighed exasperatedly as he sat down on their bed, he cared his hand through his husband’s messy hair. What to do? What should he do now? Xiao Zhan planned on getting fucked tonight, however, the night didn’t go as planned.
He was so needy and so horny, he wanted something inside of him and he needed it now . He weighed his options, either he went horny to sleep or he relieved himself on one of his toys.
Xiao Zhan bit his lips as he looked at the glass dildo in his hands and at his sleeping husband. Why, oh why should he fuck himself on a cold toy when he had a husband? Why should he fuck himself on his biggest toy when even that paled in comparison to Yibo’s sheer girth and size?
“God, Yibo, you really have ruined me for anything else,” Xiao Zhan muttered as he crawled closer to his husband and removed the duvet from Yibo’s body. Xiao Zhan eyed his prize, even when it was flaccid it was still so big . He wanted his hands and mouth on that.
With a wolfish grin, Xiao Zhan remembered that he could do more than just admire. He grabbed the thick base between his tiny hands, oh fuck , Xiao Zhan couldn’t fully wrap his hands around it. He bent down to give the tip a kitten lick and groaned at the familiar taste. Xiao Zhan had missed it so much, the salty taste of Yibo’s cum, the musky smell of his cock and the heavyweight of it on his tongue. Xiao Zhan opened his mouth wider and swallowed the tip in his mouth — his mouth already ached — Yibo’s cock already hardening under his touch. It had been a long time since he gave Yibo a blow job, which was a shame since he loved giving head, he loved it even more, when Yibo fucked his mouth like it was his ass. Well, beggars can’t be choosers.
Xiao Zhan moaned around his mouthful, he came back up to catch a quick breath before he ducked back down, sucking more of Yibo’s length inside of him. With each bob, he took more and more until the tip hit the back of his throat and he choked on it. Until this day, Xiao Zhan still hadn’t managed to swallow Yibo’s whole length inside his mouth without Yibo pushing his head down and fucking his mouth, making him take it. Giving Yibo head was like giving his first blow job, it was sloppy and messy, gurgling around something that could barely fit inside his tiny mouth. Xiao Zhan popped back off, using his hands to jerk Yibo.
Xiao Zhan couldn’t wait anymore, the warmth simmering in his stomach roared back to life and consumed him whole. He wanted Yibo’s cock inside of him, and he wanted it now. With a moan, he pulled his buttplug out and straddled Yibo’s lap, taking Yibo’s huge cock in his dainty hand and angling it so that the crown of his cock pressed against his entrance. Slowly, very slowly Xiao Zhan descended, savouring the feel of his husband’s dick sliding inside of him and opening him up, stretching his walls to its limit. Xiao Zhan threw his head back as Yibo’s whole length was inside of him, a soft satisfied moan parted from his lips.
“See what you are doing to your wife, laogong?” Xiao Zhan asked, placing his tiny hands-on Yibo’s broad chest, “he has to fuck himself on your cock while you are sleeping because you can’t perform your duties as his husband. Laogong, why won’t you wake up and fuck your wife properly?”
There was still no reaction from Yibo, only the rising and falling of his chest, and Xiao Zhan pouted. He really had to exert effort if he wanted to come. Xiao Zhan was a certified — by himself — pillow princess, and for him to bounce up and down on Yibo’s gigantic cock was just too much effort. Xiao Zhan just wanted to lay down and be forced to take it, not work for it. Xiao Zhan exhaled, “you trash husband.”
It’s not often that Xiao Zhan took the initiative — always happy to be dragged into Yibo’s orbit — to set the pace, to angle Yibo’s cock so it hit his prostate at the first thrust. It was always Yibo that set the pace, pinned Xiao Zhan down with his big hands or broad shoulders. And Xiao Zhan liked it so much, to be at the mercy of Yibo, and he wanted to cry as he frantically bounced up and down on Yibo’s cock, impaling himself repeatedly. “Yibo, Yibo,” he cried, tears welling at the corners of his eyes and almost falling with how desperate he felt, “Wake up and fuck me please.”
It wasn’t right, something wasn’t right. Xiao Zhan wanted to be thrown around, be forced down and made to take it, fucked thoroughly and deeply that he could only whine and drool. But he wasn’t , Yibo still wasn’t waking up, still dead to the world. “Want more, want more,” he sobbed, desperate, “wake up please.”
Xiao Zhan bounced faster, up and down, his thighs burned from the exertion. There’s a knot in Xiao Zhan’s belly that’s ready to snap at any given moment. Xiao Zhan kept sinking down, again and again, his cock sliding against Yibo’s toned stomach.
If he closed his eyes, he could hear Yibo’s voice whisper “So needy, so hungry for cock, baobei.” Xiao Zhan mewled, blunt nails scratching down at Yibo’s chest. He frantically fucked himself on Yibo’s cock, determined to get that sweet release he was craving, his moans unabashedly loud, “Please, please— ah !— husband please.”
His body arched into a bow as he came, a couple of thrusts to his prostate did him undone, stars danced in front of his eyes but his release still tasted bittersweet. Xiao Zhan slumped forward, head resting in the crook of Yibo’s neck. There was still a fire that was simmering in his belly, hungry for more.
But he was so tired, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Xiao Zhan yawned, hand rubbing at his bleary eyes. He blinked his eyes open, and shuddered as he came face to face with his smirking husband, dark eyes looking with an intent to devour. “Yi-Yibo? What are you doing?”
“Such a naughty wife I have,” Yibo muttered, long fingers caressing Xiao Zhan’s cheek. “Pleasuring himself on my cock.”
Xiao Zhan pouted, “It was your fault. You came back home and didn’t fuck me properly.”
Yibo chuckled, taking Xiao Zhan’s ankles in his hand and threw them over his broad shoulders. The elder’s breath hitched as Yibo placed a butterfly kiss on both of his ankles. Yibo leant down, pressing Xiao Zhan’s legs closer to his own chest until he loomed over him. Yibo grinned dangerously, “The only thing you have to do is be my good wife and take your husband cock.”