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Yibo was your typical man’s man (boys boy?). He liked aggressive dance styles, motorcycles, and skateboards. More often than not, his body was banged and bruised, evidence of his lack of better common sense. His people skills were a little rough and ready, typically a bit cool during that learning the dance period with a new person.
Being stuck in close quarters with other guys was nothing new to him. The playful banter, swatting back and forth, general tomfoolery that you get up to 10 hours into being onset and too overtired to be mentally more than twelve, it was well rehearsed. So why was he tripping over himself the second Xiao Zhan looked in his direction?
To be fair, now that he was forced to think about it, he’d never particularly had a thought about a woman. They existed. He appreciated the time and dedication from his fans, who were, primarily, of the female variety. It would be a lie to say it hadn’t felt nice when they screamed and cheered for him. It just never went to his dick.
Honestly, he’d been so focused on dancing when he’d first hit puberty. Then he’d been too busy once his career really took off. Yibo was confident from the posts on social media that fans thought a lot about idols bodies. How sexy the dance moves were, how much of a tease the fan service was. But they didn’t know what it felt like on the other side. He would admit that as someone who genuinely did love to dance, it was less of a hardship for him than some idols. It was easier to autopilot into the music when it comes naturally. But what they didn’t see were the thousands of repetitions in the studio, on the stage, and even in his sleep. Or the nervous twinge that despite all that practice, a camera might catch a less flattering edge of the performance. It might look sexy to them, but it didn’t always feel sexy on his side.
Further, even if he was as sexy as untold numbers of fans may say, this was different. He thought a number of people were quite nice to look at but that didn’t equate to him wanting to jump into bed with them. Yibo had never wanted to jump into bed with anyone. A little bit of imagination and his hand had served him well enough.
Sure, he had thoughts. They were just that though, thoughts in passing. Thoughts when piled together with his idol brothers. But those things..were nothing like the fire that spread through his veins when Zhan-ge brushed his arm while reaching past him. Or when he’d playfully smack at whatever part of Yibo he could reach. Whatever feeling that was..he liked it so much he couldn’t help but constantly instigate the older man.
All this to say..he really couldn’t process what these feelings were. And he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to either. It was far easier to blame it on the long hours, on the boredom, better yet, just call it character bleed.
Yibo blinked a few times, trying to shake the weight off, pull his thoughts back from the dangerous territory they had started to frequent. He finished brushing his teeth with little enthusiasm. While he wasn’t due on set for another few hours, sleep hadn’t been able to hold him. He’d woken up hours ago, when he heard Xiao Zhan’s alarm and that had been the end of it. His heart felt heavy as he’d heard the older drag himself out of the room. Heavy for what? He didn’t have a clue.
He’d really put his best effort forward, tossed and turned for at least an hour. But it just felt wrong. The warmth had left the room as Xiao Zhan had closed the door behind himself.
Looking in the mirror, he searched his own eyes as if maybe they’d hold some clue. All he found was the reflection of a boy who looked tired, lost, and confused. He groaned in frustration and muttered “Get your shit together!” at his reflection. It didn’t help. He hadn’t thought it would, but anything was worth a shot at this point. While easy enough to ignore at first, whatever was growing inside him became more insistent by the day.
There was no point hiding in the shared room anymore, he was just sinking further into the quicksand that was his inner turmoil. He pulled a shirt on, content with the jogging shorts he’d put on when he peeled himself out of bed and headed to set. No, he wasn’t needed but there was no rule that said he couldn’t linger. He had to do it. It was the only thing that was going to quiet the storm.
“Zhan-ge, Zhaaaaaaaan-laoshi….gege!” Yibo sang out as he approached both the problem and solution. “Did you think you were safe?” He tilted his head, in what he expected was an adorable way, and waited for the reaction.
Xiao Zhan had his fan close to him, the little bangs of his wig hovering in the breeze. He looked up as Yibo approached but only tipped his head in acknowledgement.
The corners of Yibo’s mouth fell. He knew it was hot. Knew that the object of his affection was suffering from it. But his heart didn’t have the patience for understanding right now. Hot as it was outside, it was chilly in his chest. “I’ll get you a cold drink?” He tried instead. It earned him a smile and a nod and fine. That would be enough until the drink was delivered and he’d earned some praise.
Off he shuffled in search of a snack tent. He wondered absentmindedly why they didn’t just keep coolers on hand closer to the set. They were filming in summer and their lead actor was sensitive to heat. Were they trying to kill him before they could even finish filming? It was unacceptable. He’d just have to have one of his assistants buy half a dozen. He could afford it just fine, so why shouldn’t he accommodate for his friend himself? The less miserable his Zhan-ge was, the more energy he’d have to give to him. And be healthier, obviously that was the most important thing. Absolutely.
After securing a sealed bottle of tea, he headed back only to find Xiao Zhan in the middle of a scene. He’d have to wait until they were satisfied with it to hand over the drink and resume his harassment. What had he done wrong to deserve another extension to his suffering? Yibo kicked at the ground in irritation. He settled on tracking the elder with his eyes, noting the shift between Xiao Zhan and Wei WuXian. Absentmindedly he wondered if one was more beautiful than the other. They were both so radiant, easy to love. Both so kind and willing to bend and accommodate. Both so fierce in their teasing. There was no difference, he decided. He’d take both and either.
Yibo must have been deeper in thought than he’d realized. He startled when the tea seemed as though it had attempted to escape on its own. “Ge?” He puzzled as his vision refocused and he realized the tea hadn’t become sentient, rather Xiao Zhan was pulling it from him.
“Wang Yibo, are you human?” He asked, amusement lilting in his voice. “I asked you to pass it to me, but I don’t think your soul was in your body. What’s so important, huh?”
Relief trickled through Yibo’s body. Finally. Like air back into his lungs, he had Xiao Zhan’s eyes on him. He tugged his lips into a pout. “Really? Starting with me after I went through so much trouble for you?”
“Trouble?” There was the slightest glint in the elders eyes. An attempt to give what the younger needed despite his exhaustion. “You should be sleeping, I didn’t drag you out.”
Yibo’s eyes slanted, hurt welling up too quickly for him to temper. “It’s not my fault you..” he started to accuse, but caught himself before he dug a deeper hole.
“What’s my fault?” Xiao Zhan volleyed back.
Kicking at the ground, keeping his eyes fixed on the dirt, Yibo scrambled around in his brain. “Nothing, ge. Drink your tea, it’s going to get warm.” He looked up and pointed at the drink. “Don’t ruin my hard work.”
Xiao Zhan sized him up for a minute, confusion barely concealed. “Yeah..yeah. Thanks Bobo.” Mercifully, he let it go and smiled at Yibo. And that was it. That’s all Yibo’s heart needed. It was quiet now. He could breathe.
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Yibo shifted, planting his palms flat on the bed so he could drag himself up to lean against the headboard of his bed. He was sifting through his inbox, making sure he hadn’t missed any updates for his other projects while he waited for Xiao Zhan to return. It was awful. Discomfort thrummed under his skin. This seemed to happen every time he had to be away from his ge for more than a few hours. Xiao Zhan, much to the younger's displeasure, had previous commitments, meaning every other week, he would be away for days at a time. In the beginning, Yibo had enjoyed having the room to himself. There was no one to complain when he left the light next to his bed on all night, which was preferable to settling for leaving the light on in the bathroom with the door cracked. That allowed for too many shadows that left Yibo feeling ever so slightly apprehensive. Gradually, he’d grown to like the time apart less and less and at this point, he was almost sure he’d rather live in the dark for the rest of his life if it meant Zhan-ge didn’t have to leave again. Yibo switched out of his email app in favor of weibo, quickly typing Xiao Zhan’s name into the search bar. If he couldn’t have the man's physical face in front of him, he’d have to settle for pictures. As expected, there were a number of new photos from fans who’d waited at the airport for his ge’s arrival and departure. He unconsciously scrunched up his nose. While he wouldn’t admit it, jealousy was stirring in the pit of his stomach. Ridiculous considering the fact that the man in question would be back any time now, to this hotel room that they often shared.
As he continued scrolling through pictures, another feeling started to surface. He scrunched himself back down the bed, let his free hand trail down to his lap. He palmed himself through his loose shorts. His ge was just so handsome, all legs and lean torso. Yibo was helpless against the thought of those legs wrapped around him, of something hard pressing back against his stomach. His cock was stirring to life beneath his hand so he wrapped his fingers around it through his shorts more intentionally. His breathing was picking up, thoughts wandering further to hips pressing harder up into him, legs squeezing tighter..until there was a soft click and the door was swinging open.
He didn’t even have the presence of mind to move his hand, instead he just stared wide eyed at the object of his fantasy stepping into the room, the door closing with a much louder noise behind him. Xiao Zhan’s eyes landed on him the second after. A few different emotions flicked across his face, starting with surprise, blurring into confusion, then something else. Something heated. But it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared and before Yibo could catch up, all that was left was amusement. “Bo-di.” Xiao Zhan started, “I know you’re a healthy young man, but yesterday would have been a better choice. Did you forget I was coming back?”
Mortified was an understatement. It had been years since anyone had caught him with his hands down his pants..essentially anyway. “I didn’t forget!” Yibo instinctively snapped, embarrassment offering him the last thing he should have said.
Xiao Zhan weighed his options before speaking. “Is this a show then? How much?”
Yibo’s jaw dropped.
“Is that an invitation?” Xiao Zhan asked, raising his eyebrows. He hadn’t moved from where the door had closed behind him, his grip tight on the handle of his suitcase, not that Yibo noticed it.
There wasn’t a single circuit functioning in Yibo’s brain, all available power trying desperately to figure out how to end this situation before he actually died of embarrassment. “Ge..”
Xiao Zhan let go of his suitcase. “I have to piss. You straighten out whatever it is that,” he motioned to Yibo’s lower half, “is while i’m gone.” There was suddenly something stilted in how he spoke, the teasing tone with a heated edge gone. He disappeared into the bathroom and Yibo was finally able to let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. It was then he realized his dick was still in his hand, still hard, and had been as Xiao Zhan had teased him about a show and an invitation. If he tried to process any of that now, the situation in his pants would absolutely not be gone by the time the culprit who was technically responsible for all of it, was back. Instead, he locked his phone to get rid of the incriminating evidence, stood up, shook himself around and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. A cold shower may not have been an option, but he could at least try to cool his stomach down.
Mercifully, Xiao Zhan took his time in the bathroom. From the sound of the shower turning on, Yibo determined the elder was going to wash the plane ride off before returning. Which originally seemed like a great relief, that was, until a muffled “I didn’t think this through” came from the bathroom. Yibo’s phone started ringing. “Zhan-ge, why are you calling me?” he asked through the door in lieu of answering, brain cells still not back online. Xiao Zhan had rushed into the bathroom with nothing but the clothes on his back. The reason for the call should have been evident.
In hindsight, he should have just answered the phone. It was his own fault. “It” being Xiao Zhan exiting the bathroom in nothing but a towel that hung desperately low on his hips. He had to clench his jaw to keep it from hanging open.
“Brat, had you answered, I would have asked you to bring me my suitcase, but since it was so much trouble..” Xiao Zhan complained as he retrieved his luggage and brought it to his bed. It couldn’t have taken more than a minute or two for him to locate a pair of shorts and pull them on under the towel but for Yibo it all happened in slow motion. His eyes lingered on Xiao Zhan’s chest, collarbones that he’d like to taste, a small waist he could probably wrap his fingers around, the little patch of hair running down under the towel that he could nuzzle his face into. “You were supposed to be the one putting on a show.” He quipped, playfulness back, eyes shining brightly as he teased Yibo. “I’d ask if you liked what you saw but..” he trailed off as his eyes dropped down Yibo’s body. The tent in his shorts had returned.
It was Yibo’s turn to retreat to the bathroom. Without a word, he was gone, his face a brighter red than Wen Qing’s robes. He stripped down and jumped in the shower, water turned all the way to the cold side. The only thing he was certain of was that he still couldnt form a coherent thought. His ge had caught him dick in hand, had teased him about it..but not in a typical way. In an extremely suggestive way. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary for dirty jokes to be tossed between them, but there was something a little less “joking” about it when Yibo actually had his cock in his hand. Then he’d come out basically naked and Yibo may not have known a lot of things at the moment but he was certain he’d seen a quick flash of Xiao Zhan’s ass when he’d put on the shorts and surely there was no need for that, right? He could have collected an outfit, returned to the bathroom and put it on properly there. Shirtless was one thing, they’d seen each other like that more than enough, but never below the belt. No matter how long he stood in the cold water, he couldn’t get the image out of his mind.
Eventually, there was a tentative knock on the door. “Bo..Yibo?” Xiao Zhan called, uncertainty lacing through the name, “Hey…everything okay?”
“O-out in a minute.” Yibo stuttered back. He couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever. And the way Xiao Zhan sounded so uncertain made guilt creep into his stomach. He couldn’t say why, much like he couldn’t understand literally anything that had happened since the elder had returned but he wasn’t going to let his ge feel bad. In quick succession he turned the water off, hopped out, toweled off and put his old clothes back on. It wasn’t his best work, but the only course of action that made any sense to him was to act as if everything was normal. So, he steeled himself up, put on his Lan Wangji face, and returned to his bed.
“Wang Yibo, the cameras aren't rolling.” Xiao Zhan still had the ghost of a smile on his face, like he couldn’t help it. It was soft and fond, but as soon as the two made eye contact, it was gone. Yibo couldn’t hide the vulnerability he was feeling, evident in the doe eyes pointed at Xiao Zhan. “Aiya, gouzaizai, ge is sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you. Forget it.” He smiled reassuringly at Yibo, the pet name obviously meant to reassure that everything was fine. It had all been in jest, bros being bros.
Theoretically, that should have made Yibo feel better. Wash the whole thing clean, no harm no foul. They’re both guys right? It happens when you live in close quarters. Xiao Zhan was giving him an out. “Yeah, lets forget it.” Yibo replied back, but he’d dropped eye contact and was speaking to the floor. Something about it hurt. Something in Yibo wanted, rather needed for it to have been real. For Xiao Zhan to have wanted Yibo to get off while he watched, or hell, even joined. Tilting his head, Xiao Zhan studied Yibo. The smile was gone, instead his eyes were sharp on the younger, searching for the right thing to say. “Ge, aren’t you tired? I was just waiting up for you, lets go to sleep.” Yibo deflected before Xiao Zhan could find the right words.
“Didi…” Xiao Zhan started, “yeah. Let me just unpack, okay?”
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When they’d agreed to pretend nothing had happened and go to sleep, Yibo had thought that was the end of it. It really should have been the end of it. He’d managed to fall asleep alright, and that seemed like a victory. And until he woke up shaking, it had been. His ever so kind, helpful and loyal mind had dreamed up some blend of reality and script. Xiao Zhan falling from a god awful cliff instead of Wei Wuxian. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. Anxiety clung to him even as he looked across the room and saw the elder sleeping peacefully. Getting up and crawling into Xiao Zhan’s bed was the last thing he should do but every muscle fiber was screaming at him to do so..so he did.
Softly padding the few steps between the beds, he gently lifted the sheet. Xiao Zhan was always too warm to sleep with a blanket, and somewhere Yibo thought to himself that he wouldnt appreciate the body heat, but he couldnt just not shuffle himself onto the bed. He couldn’t not wrap his arms around Xiao Zhan and feel the rise of his chest, feel that he was safe and alive. Yibo tucked his face into Xiao Zhan’s neck and breathed in deeply. His heart rate was slowing, shallow breaths evening out. Wrapped in the safety of his Zhan-ge, he fell back to sleep.
There was sun streaming into the room when he woke next and a hand carding through his hair. “Exactly how did you get here?” was whispered into his ear. They had obviously shifted around in their sleep as Yibo was now facing his bed, Xiao Zhan pressed against his back, hand no longer in his hair but rather wrapping around his waist. If Yibo had more sense, he might have thought the arm was meant to keep him from jumping up and out of the bed.
“Bad dream.” He whimpered, his mind flashing back to it.
Xiao Zhan gently shushed him, “You’re safe now, gege has you.”
More out of instinct than intention, Yibo pushed closer to Xiao Zhan, trying to close any gap between their bodies. Whether it was lingering fear or the desire to be closer to the elder, he couldn’t say. And it didn’t matter because the second his hips shifted back, he felt something he was sure he wasn’t supposed to. He was suddenly very awake but he was shushed again before he could try to apologize. Instead, the hand draped over his waist slid further down.
“Can gege take care of you, chase that scary dream away?” Xiao Zhan cooed in Yibo’s ear and he nearly came just from that. This was what he wanted, after all. As if he could deny his Zhan-ge of anything anyway. Consequences be damned, the object of his desires was wrapped around him and offering, and Yibo had never been one to back down from a challenge. He’d suffer whatever repercussions later, right now, he was going to throw caution to the wind.
The hand around his waist slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, feather light, testing. Fingers brushed across the length of his cock and wrapped around it. “Still okay gouzaizai?” Xiao Zhan asked him, voice soft but teasing, like he knew the answer but had asked anyway. Or maybe like he was asking but had no intention of stopping. Yibo felt a shiver run through his entire body. “Does that mean yes, puppy? Do you like me touching your cock?”
“Zhan-ge,” Yibo whined, thrusting up into Xiao Zhan’s hand, the grip loose enough that he could technically just get himself off like that.
“Is this what you wanted to do last night, Wang Yibo?” Xiao Zhan dragged out his name, like a claim. “Were you looking at pictures of me on your phone…did I get you hard?” His voice had dropped a bit lower, affected by the pliant boy in front of him.
Barely touched, Yibo already felt like he was so close. The filthy words falling so easily from Xiao Zhan winding him up so much. He couldn’t quite form words to answer the questions so he settled for action instead. His hips fell into a desperate rhythm of thrusting up into Xiao Zhan’s hand while making sure he was grinding back against Xiao Zhan’s clothed cock. A steady stream of soft whines made it past Yibo’s lips before desperation finally forced one word out of him, “Off.” he grabbed at Xiao Zhan’s shorts. “Both.” Meaning he wanted his off as well. The friction was so good, but it wasn’t enough.
Being the more lucid one, Xiao Zhan complied, groaning softly once the offending fabric was out of the way and his eyes fell on Yibo’s hard cock standing proud up against his stomach. “So pretty like this, didi. Like you want me to wreck you.” His eyes worked their way up and down Yibo’s body, hungry and ready to take. Yibo shivered. “What do you want, baby?”
The language portion of Yibo’s brain had yet to recover and even if it had, he didn’t actually know beyond the desperate need to cum. “Want you.” He whispered, hoping his eyes would do the talking as they locked on Xiao Zhan’s lips. He leaned in a little closer, waiting, unsure.
Something flashed in Xiao Zhan’s eyes, dark and eager but he kept his movements measured. Getting each other off was primal, it could be dismissed as filling needs that could hardly be filled elsewhere within this lifestyle. Kissing was far more intimate, personal, suggested something more. He put a gentle hand on Yibo’s cheek and leaned in, almost close enough for their lips to touch. He waited until Yibo met his gaze before he closed the distance and brushed their lips together. Yibo keened high in his throat, and that seemed to be all Xiao Zhan needed to know. The kiss quickly turned heated, his tongue pressing firmly against Yibo’s lips and then through to caress against Yibo’s. He coaxed a few moans out of them before he bit Yibo’s bottom lip and pulled. “Zaizai, are you ready?” He asked against Yibo’s lips, seemingly just as impatient. Yibo had no idea what for but he nodded enthusiastically anyway, almost bumping their heads in the process.
Xiao Zhan scooted a little closer and took them both in his hand. “Gonna make us cum like this.” He said, voice rough. Very briefly, it crossed Yibo’s mind that he wanted more than just this, more than just his Zhan-ge’s hand on him, but he had wanted for so long and everything was so much. Even their bodies pressed so intimately together was more than he’d dared to believe he could have. Never had he thought he would actually feel Xiao Zhan’s lips on his own. So whether or not he’d ever have more, he could accept it. If this was some fever dream that he’d never get another taste of, so be it. “Be a good boy for gege, stay with me. Stay still.” Xiao Zhan whispered hotly in his ear, pulling him back into the moment, like he had noticed Yibo had lost himself. Lips gently attached to his neck as the elder started a slow rhythm around both of their cocks. His hand wasn’t quite big enough to fully enclose over both of them but it made no difference to Yibo. His head fell back, giving Xiao Zhan more space to continue mouthing over. Every few strokes another whine would fall from his lips, a little louder each time until Xiao Zhan chuckled and retreated from mouthing over his hot skin. “You’ll wake the neighbors if you don’t stop.”
“Give me a reason to stop.” He shot back, and what the fuck was that? He didn’t know where it came from, but apparently his vocal abilities had returned.
“So mouthy…I’ll have to shut you up a different way,” Xiao Zhan mused, pressing his thumb into Yibo’s mouth briefly, a suggestion of what he meant. “but that can wait for next time…” The thumb was gone but before Yibo could complain, the elder crushed his lips against Yibo’s, muffling the whines with sloppy kisses. He tightened his grip around them, sped up his strokes, brought his free hand up to tease at Yibo’s nipple.
Yibo arched his back, eyes popping open at the new stimulation. “Zh-Zhan-ge” he moaned, “Gonna..” And then his body tensed up and his eyes closed tight. Ropes of cum coated Xiao Zhan’s fingers. It should have been embarrassing, that he’d cum so easy but he couldnt find the presence of mind to care at the moment. Xiao Zhan was still working them both, the slide so much easier with Yibo’s cum coating them. He gazed half coherently at Xiao Zhan who was looking back at him with hooded eyes, desire bare across his features. It was starting to feel too much, everything a little too sensitive post orgasm, but the entire universe had narrowed down to this moment and he didn’t want it to end. He let himself fall forward, a little awkward, and latched his mouth to Xiao Zhan’s nipple, a bit unsure but it had felt good when his own was touched so surely this would help his gege get off. “What a good puppy,” Xiao Zhan sighed, “thats it, help gege cum.”
The praise made him feel bolder, made him want to earn more, so he sucked harder and brought his hand down to cover both Xiao Zhan’s hand and the rest of their cocks. “Yes..” Xiao Zhan hissed. His coordination wasn’t quite there, the over sensitivity making his body twitch, but he did his best and soon Xiao Zhan was muffling a groan in Yibo’s shoulder and spilling over them. “Yibo..” Xiao Zhan said softly as his hand stilled. “Come here..” he leaned in for a slow, soft kiss, tongue lazily stroking against Yibo’s. They stayed like that for what seemed like hours. Gently lost in each other until Xiao Zhan finally pulled away. “My sweet didi, you did so good for me.” He maneuvered them both back down, to where they started, laying with Yibo’s back pressed to Xiao Zhan’s front. They were both sticky, but neither could be bothered about it while still in the glow of long held desires momentarily quenched.
Much too soon, Yibo’s brain started to come back online. Fear edged in. Yibo wasn’t completely oblivious. Xiao Zhan was older than him, had had a normal life before fame. Like any man, he must have urges, so to wake up with a warm body against him, maybe this had all been a quick release. He’d said something about a next time, but that too could have been part of the high of working towards an orgasm rather than a promise of more to come. It hurt, even though it didn’t have a right to. Anxiety perforated past his thoughts, his body vibrating with it. Fingers started to run down Yibo’s arm gently, down to his belly where the hand stayed possessively. “Baobao, what are you thinking?” He just shook his head, he didn’t want to talk about it. “It’s wrong, whatever it is.” Xiao Zhan’s voice was soft but firm, certain. “I wanted to crawl onto that bed and talk you through fucking my throat last night..”
Yibo keened, hips snapping back again. “Ge, you can’t just say that!” He whined, offended but really not. More offended by the hand that gripped his hip to keep him from grinding back again. The mental image the words had conjured more than enough to chase away any fear for the moment.
“I obviously had to, I thought there was a phone ringing on the bed, you were trembling so hard.” Xiao Zhan chuckled softly, “Had to pull you out of wherever you were going…anyway, what was I saying before you tried to seduce me again, already..” He thought for a second, “I wasn’t sure at first..until I saw how you were looking at me while I got dressed. But you wanted to go to bed, so I wasn’t going to push you.” He paused before adding, “You can’t sneak into a man's bed without expecting consequences though, Wang Yibo. I’m only human” his tone mock serious, but obviously unbothered.
Though he still had no real idea what the boundaries of this were, Yibo could work with it. His life had always been live in the moment, push as hard as you can, bend reality to what you want it to be. “I’m still in your bed, ge, what are you going to do about it?” He challenged, pulling the hand from his hip and moving it to where his dick sat, already trying to twitch back to life.
For a second, he thought he was victorious. Xiao Zhan closed his fist around it and pulled once before dropping his grip. The elder bit the lobe of his ear, “Nice try, you little gremlin. We need to clean up and get to the set before anyone comes looking for us.”
“I take it all back. Zhan-ge is the worst. He’s the meanest. He treats this didi so badly.” Yibo had sat up so he could fix Xiao Zhan with his most heartbreaking pout.
“Keep talking puppy. I’ll fuck your mouth instead and then let you take care of yourself.”