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“Wang Yibo…”
The sound of his name pulls at the corners of his lips, but he doesn’t move. He’s far too comfortable after a long day and simply wants to sink into the couch for a few minutes longer. It’s hard to deny that voice, sure, but his whole body aches from a full weekend of rock climbing and he really does need some rest.
The soft click of the front door falling shut is followed by light shuffling as Xiao Zhan makes his way into their shared home. He can hear the hesitance in those steps, the way they come closer to him before retreating to somewhere else a few times before coming to a pause.
Wang Yibo has to bite back the wide grin threatening to spread across his lips. He’s not hiding, but he really does want rest. He really does, and if Xiao Zhan sees him smiling, he knows he’s not going to get it.
Because he has no patience. If Xiao Zhan thinks he’s asleep, he’ll kindly drape a blanket over him and leave him alone for a while. But if Xiao Zhan knows he’s awake, he’ll approach, and then Wang Yibo simply won’t be able to hold back.
And he really does need to rest.
“Wang Yibo…”
His name is just a whisper from those pretty lips now, the footsteps slowly coming closer. It’s not too hard for him to keep his breathing steady, but with each step, Wang Yibo’s heartbeat becomes more and more unmanageable. He’d luckily thrown himself down on the couch quite haphazardly, one arm flung up and partially obscuring his face, so he doesn’t have to keep his eyes shut until the very last moment. He’s free to watch the shadow of his lover dance across the living room carpet, the fading light seeping through the partially closed blinds casting Xiao Zhan’s presence in all directions.
A bare foot comes into view, and Wang Yibo gulps, vaguely aware of if his neck is in full view. Surely not, right? His upper body is curled in a way that’s slightly uncomfortable but also just right for the ache in his shoulders. Surely that combined with the large sweater he’d pulled on earlier is keeping his secret. Xiao Zhan likes to watch his adam’s apple, and it often gives him away.
It’s faint, but he hears it—he hears that slightly disappointed, slightly resigned sigh. He’s fooled Xiao Zhan just enough to actually get some well deserved rest. He offers the other a silent apology while also promising to fuck his lover into their shared mattress later that night, extra hard and for twice as long with the renewed strength this rest is going to yield him.
“Yibo…”
Fuck.
He hears it with such clarity—the whine, the need in the way Xiao Zhan whispers his name. He’s not usually like this. He’s the type to pout a little when Wang Yibo won’t provide the affection he’s looking for but pretty quickly move on from it, knowing that his lover will always give him love when he can. He’s the type to know to respect that when Wang Yibo doesn’t, it’s because he can’t—he’s pushed himself too much and needs time alone to recover. They always make up for it later, anyway.
But Xiao Zhan is standing next to the couch now, and Wang Yibo suddenly regrets feigning sleep. He wants so badly to glance up and see what expression is painted on that beautiful face. Is he frowning? Is he huffing with anger? Is that delicious bottom lip jutting out in a deep, playful pout? Oh, how he wants to know. He wants desperately to know, but all he can do is let his gaze move up slightly from those delicate toes to Xiao Zhan’s bare shins, to his cute little knees and his milky thighs—
Wang Yibo shuts his eyes tight, trying to ignore the edge of the t-shirt he’d just barely caught a glimpse of. He doesn’t know how Xiao Zhan isn’t calling him out for pretending to be asleep by now with the way his heart is beating so hard the sound is surely echoing around the room.
And how could it not when he’s just seen his beautiful lover clad in a long, baggy top, any sort of bottom either gone or too small to be seen?
Xiao Zhan must know he’s awake and watching, because there’s no other explanation for such an alluring outfit. But he doesn’t say anything, and Wang Yibo tenses slightly as the couch cushion near his feet dips slightly. He can feel the warmth radiating off the other, and his toes curl on instinct.
So many scenarios run through Wang Yibo’s head at that moment. There are so many things Xiao Zhan could do, has done. But as always, Xiao Zhan likes to keep him on his toes. He always goes for the unexpected, this time no exception.
His movements are slow yet with a practiced fluidity, and before Wang Yibo can muster up the courage to confess how tired he is, warmth slides up his body, starting from his thighs and climbing up to his chest. And he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that Xiao Zhan has spread himself flush against Wang Yibo’s body, shifting and turning ever so slightly until they’re perfectly fitted together, not a breath of space between any parts of their bodies.
He doesn’t even know how he’s functioning now, so fully awash in everything that is Xiao Zhan—that soft, earthy scent practically smothering his senses as a gentle warmth spreads throughout his entire being. The ends of those silky strands of his tickle his jawline as his lover snuggles closer, and Wang Yibo is suddenly struck stupid by the mental image of his cute little kitty cat lover nuzzled up on his chest.
Oh, Xiao Zhan will surely be the death of him.
It takes everything in him not to let the loving coos slip from his lips, but Wang Yibo does his best to stay strong. Xiao Zhan still hasn’t made it clear whether he knows he’s awake or not after all, and the longer he lays against him, the more Wang Yibo wonders how far he may go if he really thinks he’s asleep. And he doesn’t want to miss it, because while Xiao Zhan has affectionately cuddled up to his comatose self before, Wang Yibo was obviously not awake to enjoy it and only awoke to the gentle afterglow.
A low mumble vibrates against the side of his neck, followed by a soft sigh. Xiao Zhan takes a moment to press his lips gently against Wang Yibo’s pulse before turning his head to the side. Wang Yibo prays the other doesn’t notice the way his fingers are flexing with a desperate need to hold him.
“Missed you…” Xiao Zhan mutters, the words escaping him with a detached, almost whimsical sigh. And then he’s reaching up to grab Wang Yibo’s arm to drape it across the back of his neck and Wang Yibo worries he may actually just explode on the spot. He’s really not sure if he’s strong enough for this, but somehow manages to remain still. He somehow manages to not wrap his arms tightly around Xiao Zhan and hold him close, desperately wanting them to melt into each other.
He holds on to the little patience he has, even as Xiao Zhan shifting around once again causes one of those bare thighs to slip between Wang Yibo’s legs.
Fuck.
The worn, baggy sweatpants he’d pulled on earlier can only do so much for him at this point. And another slight shift from the body on top of him has a warm weight settling against the worst place possible. God, Wang Yibo can only hope the slow-growing tent in his pants goes unnoticed for now.
After a few more shifts and adjusting Wang Yibo’s body however he sees fit, Xiao Zhan finally settles into a quiet comfort, humming a soft tune as he traces small patterns against his lover’s chest. First a heart, then a star, then what suspiciously feels like the characters that make up the name their fans like to refer to them by. His legs are pulled back slightly, swaying through the air with his knees straddling Wang Yibo’s left thigh.
And when he thinks maybe this is the extent of what he has to endure—when he thinks he’s finally gotten his own hormones under control, Xiao Zhan reminds him that he’s never safe.
“Bo-di…”
There’s absolutely no way he can stop his dick from twitching at the way Xiao Zhan practically moans that nickname. His voice is sweet and soft and dripping with affection, but Wang Yibo doesn’t miss the need beneath the surface.
Xiao Zhan doesn’t give him a single moment to try and compose himself as he slowly lifts his head and starts placing kisses across his exposed skin. Those plush, beautiful lips drag across his collarbones after Xiao Zhan tugs the neck of his sweater down slightly, leaving a glistening trail of affection with the occasional love bite mixed in. Every single kiss, every flick of tongue or teeth against his skin sends a jolt through him. And it of course goes straight to his groin, and Wang Yibo truly can’t help himself when his hips buck up slightly on instinct.
The lips now ghosting against his jawline pause, and the sweet giggle that spills out has a deep share of red painting the tips of Wang Yibo’s ears. His eyes are still shut tight. But why was that again? Why was he pretending to be asleep when such a delicacy was on display for him right now? What was he even doing?
But Wang Yibo keeps his eyes shut.
Even as Xiao Zhan begins to rut himself against his thigh.
Fuck.
Xiao Zhan has to be testing him, trying to see how much he can hold back before he simply can’t handle it anymore. But Wang Yibo is testing Xiao Zhan as well—how far is he willing to take this when Wang Yibo is feigning ignorance? How far is he willing to take this when Wang Yibo is actually ignorant?
He still isn’t sure if Xiao Zhan knows that he’s awake or not, but it feels like he’ll lose this unspoken challenge if he gives up. So Wang Yibo does his damnedest to maintain the facade. He tries as hard as he can to stay calm and still beneath the beauty on top of him.
But fuck, it’s the most challenging thing he’s ever done when Xiao Zhan is acting like a cat in heat, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm against Wang Yibo’s thigh. He keeps his moans soft, probably biting his lip to keep them from spilling freely, and the mental image has Wang Yibo’s hips almost trembling as he tries to hold them in place.
It’s hard, he’s hard, Xiao Zhan is hard, but he manages. For a little while, anyway. Those sweet moans he loves so much are like a melody that could lull him into a true dream state, but he’s just a guy who loves his partner far too intensely to not stay focused and painfully horny in this type of situation.
“I hate when you’re not here,” Xiao Zhan whispers against his cheek before nudging his nose against Wang Yibo’s. “I hate when you leave me behind.”
There’s a taste of despair in his words that is quickly smothered by another low moan, longer and breathier and seeking. Xiao Zhan is close, and he’s going to find that release. Wang Yibo knows that as he feels a hand trail down his chest, only leaving him as it reaches the waistband of his sweatpants.
What he expects next isn’t what he gets, and he is so lucky that Xiao Zhan is distracted because the sound of rustling fabric has Wang Yibo’s eyes shooting open. The sight that greets him is one that could make him cum on the spot. It nearly does.
Just as he’d imagined, Xiao Zhan is clad in a simple t-shirt that’s slightly too large for his frame. The neckline is stretched and worn and dangerously close to sliding down to expose one of those beautiful shoulders. It’s one of Wang Yibo’s tattered shirts he hasn’t gotten around to throwing out yet. Just that has Wang Yibo gulping, but it’s when his gaze trails down slightly that everything comes to a pause in his mind.
Xiao Zhan is wearing something under that shirt—but Wang Yibo can’t even focus on what it is when Xiao Zhan has pulled them down his hips enough for his dick to breathe. One hand, with those pretty fingers, is wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other has disappeared behind him. And as he rocks his hips, forward into the heat of his hand and back against the fingers prodding at his entrance, he keeps a heavy pressure against Wang Yibo’s thigh.
It’s quite the sight to behold, with his lover’s head tipped back as he not only gets himself off but also fucks himself on his own fingers, and a groan slips from Wang Yibo’s lips as he struggles with how painful his erection is right now. He doesn’t want to give in, but god he does.
And that tiny strand of patience he’s been holding onto this entire time snaps when Xiao Zhan moans his name.
“Yibo…!”
Before he can find release—Wang Yibo knows his lover is so close—large hands grip Xiao Zhan’s hips, fingers sinking dangerously hard into that plush ass. Xiao Zhan’s entire body jolts before going still, and the giggle that slips from his lips pulls a low growl past Wang Yibo’s.
“I was starting to think,” Xiao Zhan pauses, attempting to catch his breath as the hand on his cock pumps slowly, “that you really were asleep.”
A high-pitched whine slips from his lips as Wang Yibo makes quick work of sliding a finger inside his lover, pressing it close to the two fingers already occupying the space. Their gazes meet, and Wang Yibo is sure his face is just as red as Xiao Zhan’s. Their expressions don’t quite match though, as Xiao Zhan huffs out a chuckle and tips his head to the side with a vaguely smug grin.
“Not that I would’ve minded…”
“Zhan-ge…”
So he had been busted from the very beginning. Wang Yibo doesn’t know if he should laugh too, or maybe chastise his lover because he really was exhausted from a long weekend of climbing. But that could wait. It could always wait.
Nothing is more important to Wang Yibo at this moment than the sight of his beautiful lover on top of him, nearing his orgasm. His hips shake, thrusting forward and back at an erratic pace, and Wang Yibo decides to join the fun in full force. Xiao Zhan only has a moment to gasp before Wang Yibo’s aching erection is pressed up against him.
“Do you do this often?” Wang Yibo’s voice is low as he starts thrusting his finger into Xiao Zhan, his other hand on his lover’s hip holding him steady as he grinds up into him. “What have I been missing out on?”
Xiao Zhan attempts to blink away the stars filling his gaze as Wang Yibo’s finger nudges against that small bundle of nerves that always sends jolts through his entire body. He tries to speak, then tries to catch his breath, then ends up with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. And Wang Yibo loves it when he does that, because it always pulls his attention to that cute little mole under his bottom lip. Oh how he wants to kiss it, suck on it, bite it…
“Well…” Xiao Zhan manages to start, before a string of moans slip past his lips. “Maybe once or twice…”
Wang Yibo wonders how many times he’s simply thought fuck tonight. Because fuck. How Xiao Zhan could get away with something to this degree without him waking up, he will never understand. But the thought is just too hot for Wang Yibo to contain himself, and he lets go of Xiao Zhan’s hip to shove down the waistband of his sweatpants and wrap a hand around his aching cock. He exhales a heavy breath, and his gaze narrows as he sees a small, teasing smile pull across his lover’s lips.
“What a naughty thing you are.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” Xiao Zhan hums, a sudden shift in his attitude. The smile grows wider and he leans over slightly, giving Wang Yibo a stunning view down the neck of his shirt. Even like this, obscured by the shadows, those pert nipples fill Wang Yibo’s gaze and he gulps, adam’s apple bobbing hard. “You love when I use you however I want.”
He’s nodding without a second thought, completely powerless against Xiao Zhan’s words. Because it’s true—god it’s true. Of course he loves having his way with his lover, but he loves when Xiao Zhan comes onto him and takes what he pleases too. Either way, Wang Yibo ends up balls deep in the most beautiful man in the entire world who’s crying his name, singing sweet I love yous through a melody of delicious moans. Either way, Wang Yibo is the luckiest man on the planet.
Xiao Zhan exhales a shaky breath as Wang Yibo pushes another finger inside him, and he rocks backward, clearly enjoying the feeling of being stuffed full by the way his cock is twitching and aching for release. Wang Yibo wants to tease him, wants to scratch the underside of his chin and whisper sweet nothing against his naughty kitten’s lips, but Xiao Zhan makes a move first that has him groaning.
Those beautiful fingers that had been wrapped around Xiao Zhan’s own cock have now found purchase around Wang Yibo’s, stroking him at a fast pace. Wang Yibo doesn’t miss a beat and moves his hand to Xiao Zhan’s cock, shifting his hips slightly so that they’re perfectly pressed together as they jerk each other off. He makes sure to fill the space that Xiao Zhan left when he pulled his fingers out—is four fingers a bit too much? Possibly, but he knows Xiao Zhan can take it. He’s taken more, after all.
And they simply stare into each other’s eyes as Xiao Zhan rides his fingers, as he frots against him, as they both flick their wrists at a fast pace, squeezing and teasing each other just the way they like it. Xiao Zhan’s lips glisten even with just the muted light of a nearby lamp that seeps through the room—they’re red and slick and Wang Yibo hates the fact that he’s not devouring them in this moment. The sudden frustration has him curling his fingers inside Xiao Zhan, and all it takes is one jab against his prostate for his lover to come undone. Xiao Zhan drops his head with a strangled moan and folds over as he spills into Wang Yibo’s hand.
It doesn’t take Wang Yibo long to follow after him, not with the way Xiao Zhan rides out his orgasm with an erratic shake of his hips. He’s clenching around Wang Yibo everywhere, from the hand wrapped around his dick to his insides still stuffed with his lover’s fingers. And fuck, Wang Yibo loves that feeling. He loves when Xiao Zhan’s walls tighten around him, as though he’s greedy to keep him inside. He cums with a deep groan, never halting the motion of his hands and his hips until every ounce of pent up frustration from this whole ordeal has truly left his body.
Only when Xiao Zhan lays down against his chest, simply breathing through the post-orgasm haze, does Wang Yibo pull his fingers free. It feels a bit like a waste to not immediately fill him up with something else, but the extra weight on top of him suddenly reminds Wang Yibo that he’d slept on the side of a cliff the past few nights and his back hurts like hell.
“Okay, I won’t leave again for a while.”
Though he likely doesn’t know why Wang Yibo decided on that, Xiao Zhan is happy to hear those words all the same and nuzzles against him in response. A soft hum vibrates against his chest, and though neither hand is clean, Wang Yibo lifts one to run his fingers through his lover’s silky locks. He’ll be sure to wash his hair for him later—maybe after they’ve fucked a few times. It’s more or less a routine to end up in the bathroom for their final round, and Wang Yibo is always sure to pamper his sweetheart afterwards.
His fingers wander slightly, kneading soft circles against Xiao Zhan’s left temple which has him practically purring against Wang Yibo. How Xiao Zhan can be so catlike, Wang Yibo will never understand but will always adore. A soft smile spreads across his lips as Xiao Zhan shifts slightly, and Wang Yibo tilts his chin down to perfectly cradle the other’s head against his neck. His fingers move to trace the shell of Xiao Zhan’s ear before pinching his lobe lightly. His lover shivers at the action, yet the low hum settled against his chest never ceases.
It’s moments like these that they both cherish so much. Even with cum staining the fabric pressed between them, even with their hands sticky and their skin slick with sweat, there’s always a sense of bliss that washes over in their afterglow.
And then Wang Yibo has to ruin it by getting turned on again, which has Xiao Zhan squirming against him as he tries to bite back a string of giggles. He sighs, resigned to his fate as the horny boyfriend who is never going to be able to pass up a delicious meal being offered to him on a silver platter. Xiao Zhan turns his head slightly to look up at him with his big brown eyes, practically begging to be whisked away to their bedroom.
And who is Wang Yibo to deny his stunning lover what he wants? He honestly deserves to be used as much as Xiao Zhan wants for leaving him alone these past few days. And sure, his joints are still stiff and sore from all the climbing he’d just done, but a couple rounds would surely wring out all the aches and pain.
“Can you give me five?”
Xiao Zhan blinks at him curiously but otherwise stays silent, waiting for more of an explanation. And Wang Yibo can only laugh.
“You’re about to milk me dry, right? Let me at least stretch a bit so I can stand some sort of chance against you.”
“You’re so stupid,” Xiao Zhan scoffs, making a show of dramatically rolling his eyes before leaning up to nip at the tip of Wang Yibo’s nose. “But okay. I need you to give me your best tonight.”
“Always the best for you, Zhan-ge.”
Wang Yibo smiles, and Xiao Zhan returns it with one of his own. It’s beautiful and bright and playful and every single thing Wang Yibo loves about him all wrapped up into a simple curve of his lips. One he quickly pecks a few times before Xiao Zhan happily returns the favor.
“Likewise, Bo-di.”