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“Yibo?”
Shutting the door and leaving the peaceful night sky and the bright moon behind himself, Xiao Zhan entered their home, his eyes scanning the room for his boyfriend who was nowhere in sight.
“I’m home!” he tried next while he set his bag aside and shed his jacket and shoes.
Since the other man still hadn’t shown up – even though Xiao Zhan was pretty sure he must be somewhere around here – he marched straight for their bedroom. On the way there, his eyes glanced into the kitchen and living room – both dark and empty.
Once again, he fished for his phone in his pants pockets, checking the last message he had received.
Come home soon, attached with a photo. And Yibo should have been damn glad that Xiao Zhan had only opened the messanger app when he was in the back of the car on his way to a shooting. Seeing Yibo’s bare body sprawled out on their couch at home, his semi-aroused cock in hand and eyes glimmering with a dark intensity, had made him almost gasp out loud. His assistant sitting next to him had given him a confused glance, but had thankfully refrained from commenting, even while Xiao Zhan had felt his entire face heat up as he hurriedly pressed the return-button.
Perhaps Yibo had moved to the bedroom in the meantime. After all, the photo and message had been sent almost five hours ago. Xiao Zhan wasn’t sure what the other had been expecting. Sending such a photo during work hours was more than risky and he should have known that Xiao Zhan still had needed to wait another couple of hours before he was done with his job anyway.
Along with the relief of no one having noticed the photo, there was a mix of anger, exasperation and deep-rooted fondness for the idiot that apparently seemed unable to wait for him today.
Xiao Zhan knocked his knuckles on the door, just a short knock to announce his arrival, before he opened it and glanced inside their bedroom. “Yibo?”
“Zhan-ge! Finally!”
Hearing the reply, Xiao Zhan pushed the door completely open, ready to chastize him for the photo – and then, perhaps fuck him, because what had Yibo been thinking?! leaving Xiao Zhan hot and aroused just before a shooting with no way of getting off.
What he hadn’t expected though, was finding Yibo just as naked as on the photo earlier, sitting on the bed with a wide smile. “I missed you! You didn’t even reply to my message.” Just like that, his smile turned into a disappointed pout.
Xiao Zhan huffed. Yibo was teasing him, eager to see Xiao Zhan crumble under his glinting eyes and sharp smirk. And way too confident in what he was doing.
Wordlessly, Xiao Zhan walked over towards the bed, letting his body sink onto the mattress right in front of the other man. When Yibo didn’t move away or say anything else, simply waiting for what the older was going to do next, he thrust his phone in front of the other man. “What’s this?”
Yibo’s smirk grew wider as his eyes scanned the screen. “Did you like it?”
“I was at work. You know how many people there are. Anyone could have seen!” Xiao Zhan reminded with a stern glance, his eyes slowly wandering over Yibo’s form, the younger one’s hands calmly resting in his lap. There were some faint traces of white on his skin near his groin and up to his stomach.
At once, Xiao Zhan’s eyes shot back up to meet Yibo’s. Reading the younger man came as a easy as breathing by now, he immediately noticed the tiny red tips of his ears and the curiosity and excitement in his eyes.
What was the other playing at? He must have already suspected the older man’s reaction, having provoked it with intention. At the realization, Xiao Zhan’s heart skipped a beat. Unable to help himself, he slowly leaned forward. His voice was soft, barely audible as the words were whispered against the younger man’s lips. “So eager today, huh?”
Yibo had no time before the older captured his lips in a searing kiss, Xiao Zhan’s hands coming up to hold him in place as he tasted the sweet honey from the soft lips.
It was impossible to resist after having waited for so long. With each kiss, Xiao Zhan was drawn closer into Yibo’s charm, unable to pull back to voice any of his previous concerns in more depth.
For a brief moment, they pulled back to draw a fresh breath of air. Xiao Zhan heard his name being mumbled before his lips met Yibo’s again. Meanwhile, one of Yibo’s hands came up to Xiao Zhan’s and gently led him down the younger man’s body. Xiao Zhan’s fingers ran along, his short nails softly grazing the warm skin until they reached Yibo’s semi-hard cock. But the other one only let him linger for a moment before he rose up to his knees and guided Xiao Zhan’s hand to backside, just between the cheeks where he wanted him to be.
Xiao Zhan’s breath hitched when his finger tips came into contact with the wet entrance, already lubed up and used, it appeared. Curiously, he let two fingers dip inside, stretching the walls without any issues.
“Yibo,” he breathed once again, his tone surprisingly firm and determined as he allowed Yibo to cup his cheeks and close the distance for another thorough kiss, eager to give as good as he got. His heated skin under Xiao Zhan’s touch was trembling from sheer excitement.
“Come on,” Yibo practically whimpered into the older one’s mouth, his entire body shifting closer until he was practically sitting on Xiao Zhan’s lap. All the while, Xiao Zhan’s fingers were carefully exploring Yibo’s backside, stretching his rim and pushing as far as they got until Yibo let out a faint gasp.
Seeing the other man’s reaction, Xiao Zhan continued thrusting his fingers at the same angle, an intense glance following Yibo’s every move, even the smallest flinch from each pleasurable touch. He made sure the sensation stuck with Yibo, repeating the same movement until Yibo was whimpering and sobbing, barely able to hold onto his control for much longer – and seemingly not wanting to anyway.
During the ride back home, Xiao Zhan’s mind had run through many possibilities of how his return could have turned out, how he were to confront the younger man for the reckless photo, but never had he expected it to turn out like that. Although, on second thought, he should have expected something. It had been an uncommon action, Yibo usually being cautious enough when it mattered.
“Zhan-ge! Ah, please!” Yibo’s own hand was still grasping onto Xiao Zhan’s, his fingers digging into the older man’s skin, but he had given up on any attempts to guide him, simply content to follow Xiao Zhan’s lead as he brought more desperate moans out of Yibo’s lips.
Not knowing what the other man meant for him to do, but being able to read the blissful gasps escaping him, Xiao Zhan kept going, his fingers – now three – were relentlessly pistoling in and out of Yibo’s opening.
“Ready,” the younger man pressed out. His breath had turned quick and uneven, desperate in his attempt to suck in fresh bouts of air. But when Xiao Zhan simply continued with his task, Yibo eventually repeated himself, his words cut short by the overwhelming pleasure already gripping him tightly. “I’m ready, Zhan-ge.”
Watching how Yibo fell further apart with every new rugged thrust, with the smallest brush of Xiao Zhan’s lips or the gentlest squeeze of his fingers around Yibo’s neck, made Xiao Zhan realize how attuned the younger one was to him. While he was still dressed in the clothes he had returned from work in, his boyfriend's bare skin twitched under the tiniest ministration, open to allow Xiao Zhan all the control.
And Xiao Zhan was happy to take and to give all the same, pushing Yibo to the edge under his watchful eyes. No matter how much the other one begged, Xiao Zhan didn’t stop, three fingers continuously fucking into Yibo until the younger one finally couldn’t take it anymore.
Another gasp, a breathless moan, then Xiao Zhan saw Yibo spill, slick cum dropping onto his own stomach and lap as well as on Xiao Zhan’s pants. His entire face twitched from bliss, his eyes firmly squeezed shut while his hands tightened around the older man’s shoulders.
Overcome by exhaustion, Yibo’s entire body slumbed into Xiao Zhan’s, unable to hold himself up any longer. His eyes remained closed, but Xiao Zhan – not having forgotten the photo – kept going, albeit at a slower pace, his fingers simply grinding back and forth to keep the other man on edge to get back at him.
Yibo’s body had clenched tightly around the fingers, barely allowing any quick movement while he tried to catch his breath. His own fingers were buried in Xiao Zhan’s shirt, his deathgrip not loosening even now.
“Zhan-ge!” His breathless gasp caused a shiver to run down the older one’s spine.
“How do you think I felt after that photo?”
Yibo couldn’t even laugh, a shaky groan escaping him intead when he tried to speak up. “Uhh, Zha-Zhan-ge, stop, please.”
For a long moment, Xiao Zhan continued fucking Yibo with his fingers, wanting to see him fall completely apart under his touch. The feeling over power he was given a thrilling rush inside. At last, he pulled away, his fingers leaving Yibo’s ass until they rested on his hip, gently stroking along as he thought of what he wanted to do next.
Tired and satisfied, Yibo snuggled his head further into the older man’s shoulder. For now, he was simply focusing on catching his breath while he enjoyed his boyfriend's hand affectionately running up and down his back.
“Happy now?” Xiao Zhan asked, a smile playing on his lips as he felt Yibo’s hair tickle his own skin at his neck. The blind trust and confidence he was given by the younger man always managed to take his breath away. Overcome by fondness, he wrapped his arms around Yibo’s waist, pulling him closer and pressing their bodies even tighter together, uncaring of the wetness on his shirt.
At first, he only received a content “Mn,” in return, soon though he felt soft lips graze his neck, gently nibbling on his warm skin and leaving small kisses behind.
While Xiao Zhan felt his own arousal – still unsatisfied – pulsing through his body, he nonetheless chose to let Yibo continue for a long couple of minutes. In the meantime, his thoughts started to drift, a deep-rooted devotion he felt in Yibo’s actions making him remember why his heart was always going to belong to the unruly young man in front of him – and he wouldn’t have it any other way, he happily realized.
Yibo shifted on his lap, sitting up with his back straight to muster Xiao Zhan, his eyes searching the older man’s, even though a smile was already lighting up his entire face. Before Xiao Zhan could comment on the happy look, he felt lips being pressed onto his own, a quick peck – testing – before they were already gone again.
Xiao Zhan’s eyes found Yibo’s, giving him a curious rise of his brows, but he remained still, waiting and wondering what the other would do next.
He didn’t need to wait for long though. A second later, Yibo leaned forward once more. Another kiss was placed on Xiao Zhan’s lips, this time more firmly, but just as short.
Again, they came apart afterwards. But neither of them spoke, both choosing to remain silent and instead communicate only through their bodies. And Yibo didn’t let Xiao Zhan doubt what he was feeling right now. This time, he barely waited a moment before he went to capture Xiao Zhan’s lips in a more intense kiss, immediately parting his lips and urging Xiao Zhan to do the same. His hungry tongue was teasingly exploring, welcoming the heat and allowing them to fall into the sensation for the time being.
At last, they broke apart for air. But with Yibo continuing to shift and adjust his position on the older man’s lap, it didn’t take long for the older man to be reminded of his own arousal. With a quick look up at Yibo’s face, he noticed a knowing smirk playing on his lips, a challenge as well as an invitation. Yibo wasn’t done with him yet. Well, Xiao Zhan wasn’t done with the younger man, either.
Making up his mind, he pushed Yibo gently off his lap and into the mattress, his own body immediately following along until he was blanketing the bare skin between himself and the bed. His hands had come up to Yibo’s own. After wandering a slow path up the warm skin, along the pliant muscles, his fingers finally found Yibo’s to intertwine with them. A fond squeeze. Another kiss.
More heat started to rise deep inside Xiao Zhan’s body, and along with it grew his impatience. Absentmindedly, his eyes trailed back to Yibo’s face. His expectant eyes were observing Xiao Zhan, watching him and waiting in anticipation for the next move. His smirk had softened around the edges, too.
Slowly, Xiao Zhan’s eyes wandered downwards until they came to rest on Yibo’s plump lips. The faint trace of saliva still lingering there from their exchange of kisses was nothing if not a tempting invitation. Without hesitation, Xiao Zhan leaned down, his nose teasingly grazed Yibo’s own, a gentle brush which caused quiet laughter to escape the younger man before it was swallowed by Xiao Zhan’s lips.
He greatly enjoyed pushing Yibo for any kind of reaction, especially the unexpected ones. It still amazed him just how easily the younger one let himself go.
In the same moment, Yibo had freed his hands and lifted both his arms and legs to wrap himself around the older man’s body like a koala. “Mine now,” he declared firmly while burying his face in Xiao Zhan’s shoulder.
A huff escaped the older man. “I always am, am I not?” he countered dryly.
“But now, I caught you. And I won’t let you go, ever.”
Xiao Zhan couldn’t help his chuckle at those words. Nonetheless, he played along, enjoying the banter between them just as much as Yibo. “Alright. So now, I will forever be kept unmoving in your arms?”
“Doesn’t that sound good?” In Yibo’s voice, Xiao Zhan instantly heard the underlying edge, a challenge.
“Sounds rather bleak,” Xiao Zhan replied, his tone casually unimpressed.
Immediately, Yibo’s arms and legs fell away, the warmth a second before protectively surrounding Xiao Zhan was mostly gone as the younger man looked up from his position underneath him as if he wanted to say you got what you want, happy now?
Xiao Zhan’s eyebrows rose for a moment, taken aback by the quick concession. Yibo could barely hold his grin back at the reaction though, and soon, Xiao Zhan was already in the middle of plastering kisses everywhere he could reach on Yibo’s face.
“Ah! Zhan-ge, stop it!” Yibo exclaimed half-heartedly between laughter, his head wriggling back and forth in an attempt to escape the onslaught. His efforts remained fruitless though and in the end, he simply gave up and allowed Xiao Zhan to follow his mind.
When Xiao Zhan finally backed away enough to assess the state the younger man was in, he was met with a warm gaze. There was a faint hint of something different reflected in them though, something sharp and contemplating at the same time.
He shifted his body to make it more comfortable for both of them as he mustered Yibo for a moment. Eventually, though, he simply decided to ask. “What is it?”
Yibo’s smile grew, although Xiao Zhan noticed him trying to contain it somewhat when he answered in the next second, “I wanna blow you.”
With those four word, Xiao Zhan’s almost forgotten arousal had suddenly returned to the forefront of his mind at an overwhelming speed. Unable to stop his thoughts, his head immediately pictured the scene. He could just shift upwards, let Yibo remain on his back. He would swallow him with barely any issues, so used to the act itself. Thinking of the warm heat soon to engulf his erection caused Xiao Zhan to harden further.
He was about to follow his thoughts up with actions and climb with his hips to the other man’s face when Yibo’s hands stopped him. Wordlessly, he pushed on Xiao Zhan’s shoulder, a sign for him to get up.
So he did. But Yibo didn’t let him go far. Instead, he climbed to his knees to sit right in front of Xiao Zhan. Slowly, his hands came up to run along Xiao Zhan’s shirt, down his chest and along his stomach until he reached the belt. Meanwhile, his eyes were never leaving Xiao Zhan’s own, keeping eye contact and watching for the tiniest reaction.
Xiao Zhan’s breath hitched when he felt his shirt be drawn out of his pants and warm fingers coming into contact with bare skin. Promptly, Yibo’s smile widened, his gaze reflecting the lust burning inside his body. He seemed to become impatient though. Not waiting for another second, his hands pushed the shirt up to reveal his boyfriend's chest.
Quickly, Xiao Zhan lifted his arms to help along as Yibo stripped his upper body. Next, Yibo’s fingers deftly unclasped the belt and opened the pants. So close.
Not long and Xiao Zhan’s imagination would become reality again. His own anticipation already had a tight grip on his self-control, but he forced himself to remain still and let Yibo decide on the details of the next step.
Yibo, for his part, urged Xiao Zhan to shed his pants with a quick tug on the belt loop, before he let himself drop to the floor next to the bed. When he noticed Xiao Zhan still wasn’t completely naked by the time he had positioned himself on his knees in front of the bed, he added an impatient, “Come on, Zhan-ge.”
When Xiao Zhan had finally lost the last piece of his clothing, he followed Yibo’s hand motion towards him. Yibo’s hands affectionately ran over his thighs and hips, squeezing along his backside and finally pulling him to the edge of the bed.
A shudder of excitement rushed down Xiao Zhan’s spine as he noticed Yibo’s eyes flickering from his face to his groin area with clear intention. Just as he decided to reach his hands out to guide Yibo’s delicious lips closer, the other man leaned forward on his own. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he slowly closed the distance.
Xiao Zhan’s fingers had found their way to Yibo’s head anyway, already mingled in his fluffy hair to have something to ground himself with. Going by the younger one’s gaze, Xiao Zhan was in for a ride.
The first lick of a tongue caused a shiver of anticipation to rush through him. Yibo was surprisingly restrained at first, only gently wetting the tip and working his way along the shaft before he finally started to engulf him.
The wet heat from Yibo’s mouth was always better than Xiao Zhan’s imagination and this time was no exception. After just a few delicate sucks, Yibo already had the older one softly moaning into his fist. With only one hand remaining on Yibo’s head, Xiao Zhan closed his eyes to simply feel.
Yibo’s mouth was a gift sent by the heavens. His tongue managed to coax out more breathless pants and his lips tightly wrapping around the hard length brought a new wave of pleasure. Slowly, Yibo started to swallow more of Xiao Zhan’s cock, welcoming inch after inch until it reached the back of his mouth.
After half-heartedly fighting it, Xiao Zhan couldn’t keep his eyes closed any longer. They instantly widened slightly at the thrilling sight at his knees. Yibo had his eyes still trained on Xiao Zhan, his intense gaze promising any satisfaction the older man could wish for. His lips were formed to a wide ‘o’ around Xiao Zhan’s pulsing arousal, keeping the head resting on his tongue. Once again, Xiao Zhan wished for his mind to engrave this image forever in his head.
Bit by bit, Yibo started to move up and down, his lips brushing along the skin and swallowing more of the other man down. Xiao Zhan practically felt Yibo’s throat blissfully tighten around him, never even hesitating as he took as much as he could.
Xiao Zhan was left to breathlessly watch, his lips slightly parted for the soft moans and whimpers to escape. The teasing touches and arousing heat were making his entire body tingle, the sensation rushing through his nerves until he couldn’t help his legs spreading and his hips rolling forward with a little bit more insistency.
Thankfully, the younger didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he even adjusted his position to allow Xiao Zhan more range to move, his mouth pliant as it welcomed the hard length again and again. By now, Xiao Zhan’s entire cock was coated in saliva and sliding down the other man’s throat with ease.
Feeling the pleasure intensify but not wanting to appear overeager and push Yibo faster than what the other had planned, Xiao Zhan just tightened his grip around Yibo’s head. The younger seemed content to dictate the pace for now, his tongue teasing and exploring.
By the time the wet heat finally left the older one’s cock, Xiao Zhan’s eyes fluttered open. He hadn’t even realized them falling shut, his entire body too occupied with all the other sensations raining down on him. His eyes found Yibo’s immediately, his confusion clearly visible.
Yibo didn’t give him a chance to question him. At last, he had left an affectionate kiss on his left inner knee. His lips were shining, slick with spit and Xiao Zhan suddenly felt a strong urge to claim them. Yibo’s hair was ruffled and messy, single strands sticking away in all directions after Xiao Zhan had kept a tight grip on him just now. He looked so good, so handsome, so sexy. Xiao Zhan wanted him, his own desire only growing further by the minute. Nothing would ever be enough.
Even Yibo’s breathless voice gently floating over to his ears was a turn-on. “Fuck me, Zhan-ge. Don’t hold back.” It took a while for the meaning to settle in Xiao Zhan’s mind, his thoughts already too occupied by the entrancing sight in front of his eyes. Only when Yibo was leaning back in to wrap his lips around Xiao Zhan’s cock did the older one’s thoughts catch up. His heart skipped a beat at the order.
Promptly, both his hands returned to hold onto Yibo’s head. This time though, he was more insisting with his own strength, guiding Yibo further down his length until he felt the younger man’s throat working hard to swallow. Subconsciously, his hips rose to push further, forcing Yibo to take more than he had obviously expected.
Immediately, his hands came up to Xiao Zhan’s pelvis to hold him in place but he didn’t back off. The older one instantly stopped, his eyes wandering to Yibo’s expression to check up on him. But Yibo simply took a few seconds to adjust before he drew his hands back and gave Xiao Zhan permission to continue.
Xiao Zhan loosened his grip, his fingers gently caressing along Yibo’s cheek, making sure he was good to go.
Yibo's reply consisted of a firm suck and a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Without waiting any further, Xiao Zhan started to actively thrust into the wet heat, building up his pace until Yibo finally grew pliant and handed over any remaining control of his to the older man. Xiao Zhan would always appreciate and treasure it, that much he knew.
The room was quickly filled by groans and whimpers, soft shaky voices drifting around and accompanying the slurping and thrusting sounds. Feeling pleasure taking more and more of his own self-control away and replacing it with blindly-burning desire managed to draw Xiao Zhan in even further. It was good to be home with Yibo, having him touch him and pleasure him. It made him forget about the maddening lust having pulsed relentlessly through his entire body after the photo, about his own forced restraint due to his schedule and the people he was working with, about the stress of the whole day.
It was always good to come home. This time, though, Yibo had done an attentive job making him fall head first into bliss. He practically felt himself brimming with pleasure, his nerves tickling with each wave of arousal. Yibo was determined to draw him to the edge as quick as possible and he knew how to do it, where Xiao Zhan’s weaknesses were lying and how to push his buttons just enough to tease the line of too much at once.
His fierce stare had never left Xiao Zhan’s eyes, always following even the smallest reaction in the older man’s expression as he allowed him to bury his length once again inside the heat with a quick, needy thrust.
Xiao Zhan’s pace hadn’t relented, his strength pushing Yibo’s body slightly along even though he still tried to keep him in place and make it easier for both of them. The younger one’s shaky groans, dulled by Xiao Zhan’s cock, a steady company.
Just when the pleasure had almost built up to an all-consuming wave did Yibo suddenly pull away, leaving the older man’s erection hard and needy, dripping with precome and saliva.
When Yibo sat back on his knees, his dark eyes still firmly trained on his boyfriend and his glistering lips sporting a self-satisfied grin, he looked absolutely breathtaking, marvelous – captivating. Instantly, Xiao Zhan was overcome by an urge to kiss him, to steal that enticing grin and replace it with the chaotic bout of emotions and desires that he himself was left breathless by.
“Zhan-ge.” When Yibo spoke, his voice sounded wrecked, hoarse from the fucking.
Xiao Zhan gave him a satisfied smirk in return as he watched the other man clear his sore throat.
Eventually, he tried again while he was already climbing up on the bed and into Xiao Zhan’s lap.
A shiver ran down Xiao Zhan’s spine as he felt their burning skin touch, the long, protective arms wrapping around his neck, their hips meeting. His eyes found Yibo’s, a small trace of exhaustion having returned to his gaze for a brief moment, before it was gone again.
“Zhan-ge, I want you to fuck me.”
Xiao Zhan’s hand under Yibo’s chin was leading the younger into a soft kiss, a slow brush of lips as an immediate reply, before he increased the distance enough to take a proper look at Yibo’s expression. The suggestive twinkle in his eyes left no doubt between them.
Yibo leaned in for a second kiss, his tongue hotly gliding over Xiao Zhan’s lips before the older parted them to welcome him in. The kiss was wet and slow, the younger man taking his time to show his devotion. At last, with just an inch between their lips and their foreheads resting together, Yibo added in a whisper, “Please. I’ve been waiting for this the whole day. Ever since you left me like that this morning.”
A small chuckle escaped Xiao Zhan as he suddenly remembered this morning. Just before he had left for work, Yibo had whined about not wanting to be left alone at home that day. He had clung onto his boyfriend for a long couple of minutes, refusing to let him go with a playful pout until Xiao Zhan’s fond exasperation had turned into annoyance.
In the end, he had made it unmistakably clear that he had neither the patience nor was he in the mood to deal with Yibo’s childishness this early. At that, Yibo had finally backed away with a resigned sigh. It hadn’t been an actual fight. Xiao Zhan had kissed him goodbye just before he left for work and Yibo had reciprocated with no hesitation at all, so the older hadn’t dwelled on the incident for too long.
Now, that the day had mostly passed by and Yibo’s strange behavior that morning hadn’t remained the only odd incident, Xiao Zhan found himself suddenly thrown out of his bubble of desire and wondering if perhaps something more had been behind all that.
“Yibo?”
Meanwhile, his boyfriend had been occupied leaving a wet trail of kisses along Xiao Zhan’s neck. Absentmindedly, he mumbled a “Mn?” in acknowledgement, but otherwise continued with his task.
“Is something up?” Xiao Zhan knew exactly how to phrase the question, so that he would most likely receive a proper reply - or so he had thought. If it were something bad, Yibo might not want to admit to it. He usually avoided voicing any deeper troubles he had and they were still working on him opening up on those matters.
Yibo halted in his kissing spree for a brief moment as if he needed to ponder the question, before he placed another kiss to Xiao Zhan’s neck and replied into the skin, “No, nothing.”
Not believing the vague dismissal, Xiao Zhan forced Yibo’s head away from his throat and to meet his eyes. At once, he noticed the uncertainty. Yibo seemed to realize it, too, because in the next second, his eyes flickered away.
“Yibo.” He didn’t need to say anything else. Immediately, Yibo’s eyes returned to look at him, a faint trace of guilt reflected in them. Silently, Xiao Zhan waited for his boyfriend to talk.
“Zhan-ge.” Yibo sighed unhappily and shifted a little on Xiao Zhan’s lap. He knew that his boyfriend expected him to be honest at all times with him and that he would always listen to him with understanding in return.
With one hand, he gestured away from himself and off-handedly muttered, “It’s just… my dad called.”
Taken aback by the new information, Xiao Zhan couldn’t help his surprised expression. The call could mean a lot of things. Usually, Yibo got along well enough with his father. This time, though, the younger man didn’t look happy to recall the conversation.
“He wants me to come home for a family dinner next month. My grandma will be there, too.”
“Your dad’s mum?” Xiao Zhan asked to clarify. He knew his boyfriend seemed to resent the meetings with her, even though he didn’t actually know why. Yibo had mentioned her perhaps two times during their whole relationship up until now.
Yibo gave him a quick nod.
“Well, maybe you can ask if I can come along?” Xiao Zhan suggested with a small, encouraging smile. Yibo’s parents liked him and usually always welcomed him in their home as well. He had been over during family events, too, so he couldn’t imagine them refusing the request, even though he had yet to meet Yibo’s dad’s mother.
But Yibo was shaking his head. “You can’t,” he ground out, obviously unhappy with the situation. At second thought, Xiao Zhan realized that his boyfriend had probably already asked his dad the exact same question during the phone call earlier.
“My dad wants nothing there that could give my grandma a wrong impression,” Yibo added, his tone low, a trace of rage still brimming on the edge.
Xiao Zhan looked away, trying to ignore that he was seen as the wrong impression in that scenario. Nonetheless, he wrapped his arms more tightly around Yibo’s back and pulled him into his chest for a hug to cheer him up. “We can still video chat every evening. It will only be for a weekend after all, right?”
Yibo shrugged half-heartedly. His own frustration was clearly visible in the frown on his face.
“It won’t be so bad.”
That caused Yibo’s eyes to rush back to Xiao Zhan’s to give him a disbelieving glare. Unable to keep quiet, he finally explained, “My grandma is getting old. When my dad called two days ago, he told me she had an accident. Apparently she fell down the stairs and couldn’t get up afterwards. A neighbor found her and called the ambulance…” Yibo shifted his weight on Xiao Zhan’s lap, but didn’t make any effort to free himself from the arms firmly holding him. “Anyway, it wasn’t the first time. She can’t live on her own anymore, so my father thought of letting her move into my parents’ house. My grandma never wanted to move, but this time, my dad insisted. And today, he called to tell me he was on his way to get her.”
Yibo’s grandmother apparently wasn’t only old, but very traditional as well. Her moving in might mean a severe change from the open enviroment having existed there before. Caustiously, he asked to clarify, “And around her, you can’t be open about yourself? Can’t talk about me as your boyfrined?”
“I told my dad that if she were to move in, I’d bring you the next time I’d come to visit and introduce you to her, but he, uh, well, he made it clear that if I did, he wouldn’t allow you into the house.”
Taken aback at the harsh words, Xiao Zhan remained speechless. He had always been welcome at Yibo’s parents’ house. Never would he have expected it to turn around so drastically.
“And just because of her. Because she is too old and wouldn’t understand.” Yibo had finally pushed himself out of Xiao Zhan’s embrace, too angry to be contained by his boyfriend’s arms. Just as suddenly, his anger seemed to fade though, quickly replaced by a resigned sadness. “But she is my dad’s mother. She is family.” His dad loved her. Yibo loved her, even if it were in his own complicated kind of way. It was clearly visible in the depths of his eyes. But Yibo also despised to compromise himself.
Nonetheless, since his grandmother’s health seemed to be quite bad, there was nothing to be done about the whole situation. His left hand reached out to cup Yibo’s cheek, soothingly caressing the soft skin with his thumb.
Fortunately, it seemed to lift Yibo’s mood. Subconsciously, he leaned into the touch, his eyes falling shut as a sigh left his lips. “I knew my father would call today to tell me she was actually moving in. I knew. But I guess, I still dreaded the conversation, knowing that my dad wouldn’t allow you to come with me.”
“And that’s why you decided to send me a dick pic?” Xiao Zhan asked him with a chuckle, a little incredulous and a little teasing at the same time, hoping to redirect Yibo’s mood and cheer him up further. In the back of his mind, he still felt his own arousal faintly pulsing through him, not yet forgotten.
Yibo shoved him with feigned anger. “Idiot. That was after the conversation with my dad.”
“So...you finished talking to your dad and were angry because your grandmother was moving in, so you decided to get off?”
“Ugh, Zhan-ge, sometimes, you are so annoying!” Yibo complained aloud with another dramatic shove before climbing off his boyfriend’s lap. “Why can’t I miss you?” Nonetheless, with one hand, he was dragging Xiao Zhan with him towards the upper part of the mattress.
Lying down and making himself comfortable, Yibo gestured for Xiao Zhan to come closer. With raised brows, Xiao Zhan shifted over to lie down next to the younger man. Today, it seemed, Yibo needed some comfort and encouragement from his boyfriend, even though he would never admit it out loud.
It caused a fond smile to appear on Xiao Zhan’s face at Yibo’s antics. The older knew what he had to do, what Yibo wanted of him. Slowly, he moved towards the other man, his eyes expressing the love he felt for him before he let his lips sink on Yibo’s for a gentle kiss. “I really admire your determination and your courage. I love that about you. Always.” He paused after each sentence to plant another peck on Yibo’s mouth, slowly overwhelming him with his affection.
“In fact, you know how hard I fell for you, just because you are so much yourself.”
Yibo cut in dryly with slightly flushed cheeks and a roll of his eyes. “You don’t need to compliment me. I’m already in bed with you.”
This time, it was Xiao Zhan who shoved at the other one’s shoulder. “I meant it. Why are you so stubborn today?”
“Zhan-ge.” A brief pause followed in which Yibo adjusted his position, leaning a little closer before he countered, “Why are you so overbearing today?” A bit more quietly, he added, “I just wanted you to fuck me.”
As soon as he had worded his thoughts, Yibo was pushed onto his back by his boyfriend. Xiao Zhan immediately pinned his arms to the mattress above his head and climbed to sit on his thighs while a cheeky grin spread across Yibo’s face.
For a long moment, Xiao Zhan simply regarded the other man, carefully observing for any kind of hidden reluctance or issue that still plagued him, but Yibo seemed surprisingly content with the current situation. It looked as if he had already forgotten about their conversation just now – or more likely, he actively wanted to forget about it – for now at least. He had finally told Xiao Zhan about his feelings, albeit it being only in a short few sentences, but it appeared to have actually already managed to lift his spirits and comfort him. Simply Xiao Zhan being there for him, listening to him and supporting him. And Xiao Zhan would always thrive to do just that, be anything the other needed of him.
With his mind made up, Xiao Zhan shifted into the space between Yibo’s legs, his arms shortly leaving the other man’s wrists to push his legs up and apart to reveal the puckered entrance. It was still a little sloppy from the earlier use and now simply offering a delicious invitation to Xiao Zhan.
His own cock was hard as it rested in his right hand, waiting for the promised heat while he glanced around for the bottle of lube. He had noticed it at his arrival on the bed, so it shouldn’t be far. After a moment, he found it, immediately reaching out and clicking the lid open with his free hand.
Meanwhile, Yibo was patiently watching, having fallen completely silent at the sight. His eyes followed every movement of Xiao Zhan’s fingers as they coated his own cock.
Xiao Zhan’s heart started racing even faster when he noticed the sheer excitement in Yibo’s eyes. Lust had taken a firm hold on his self-control once more, all thoughts other than those directly connected to the sight in front of him scattered away.
Slowly, he led his slick length to the awaiting entrance, tiny in comparison to what it was about to take. Swallowing down another wave of deep arousal, Xiao Zhan began to increase the pressure. At first, he was only faintly pushing, the tip entering only enough so it wouldn’t slip out again.
He could barely wait to feel the heat engulf him, but there was one thing he wanted to do first. Leaning forward, he quickly closed the distance between their lips for another passionate kiss. Yibo kissed back without hesitation, immediately parting his lips to allow entrance. At the same time, Xiao Zhan finally entered Yibo’s backside, his cock forcing its way past the brim and into the tight passage.
Yibo broke away from the kiss when a surprised gasp escaped him. His hands came up to rest on Xiao Zhan’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the skin there in order to ground himself.
Meanwhile, Xiao Zhan kept on pushing in relentlessly, small but firm thrusts until he was completely buried inside, his balls slapping onto Yibo’s ass. He had to concentrate in order to remain still, allowing the younger man to adjust to the intrusion at first. He had been prepared beforehand, but it still wasn’t an easy stretch, his walls clenching and unclenching as he tried to relax.
Nonetheless, Yibo was nothing if not determined. During all this time, the cheeky grin hadn’t disappeared from his face, even though it looked more breathless right now. “Come on, Zhan-ge.”
Following up on the words, Xiao Zhan eventually pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip to rest inside for a second, before he thrust back into the tightness, building up a steady rhythm. Yibo accepted him with soft groans, his legs coming up to wrap around Xiao Zhan’s hips.
With each new thrust, another wave of pleasure rushed through his nerves. The thrill of dragging Yibo bit by bit closer to the edge with him goaded Xiao Zhan into a quicker pace. The sound of their skin slapping together where they were connected each time the older was slamming into Yibo echoed through the room, accompanied only by quiet moans and whimpers.
“Zhan-ge, harder,” Yibo ordered between breathless pants.
Freeing himself of the tight grip of the younger man’s legs, Xiao Zhan pushed them roughly towards Yibo’s chest. “Keep them there,” he told him in a stern voice, before he adjusted his position slightly. When he continued pounding into the tight heat from the new angle, Yibo couldn’t keep his voice to himself any longer, a loud string of curses mingled with needy moans escaping his lips.
Satisfied and even more aroused at the reaction, Xiao Zhan noticed Yibo’s length had hardened completely as well, now leaking continuously over his stomach. With each new thrust, it bounced slightly on the tense muscles.
Eager to see the younger lose the rest of his control, Xiao Zhan reached out with one hand to wrap his fingers around the cock. A high keen was his reward when he stroked along the shaft, so he repeated the motion in the same rhythm as his thrusts.
The sensations seemed to overwhelm Yibo in a matter of seconds. With a gasp, he spilled over his stomach, his walls clenching tightly around his boyfriend’s cock as he came. And with it, Xiao Zhan felt himself fall over the edge, pleasure from the tight squeeze of the pulsing entrance dragging him along with Yibo. His hands came to clutch Yibo’s arms, holding onto him as he rode out his own orgasm with another couple of thrusts.
In the meantime, Yibo was mewling underneath him, gently biting into his left shoulder as he waited for the other to finish. When Xiao Zhan eventually pulled out to roll away and left Yibo’s hole dripping with his spent, Yibo immediately followed after him. Uncaring of the messy state of their bodies and the sheet, he threw his arms around his boyfriend’s body, a blissed-out grin on his face. “Love you,” he murmured into Xiao Zhan’s lips before he placed a satisfied kiss on them.
“Don’t you want to get cleaned up?” Xiao Zhan asked in between when he felt a blanket being drawn over them.
“Don’t care,” he promptly got his reply before Yibo continued planting slow kisses all over his face, now visibly more relaxed than at the beginning of the evening.
Xiao Zhan couldn’t help his chuckle, but in the end, he let his boyfriend cuddle into him with a content sigh. Having his arms wrapped around Yibo made him feel valued and protected, it gave him courage to go on, even – especially – in difficult times. Hopefully, Yibo was taking the same strengths out of their relationship.