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Sunlight poured through the curtains, falling on the two sleeping figures. They were pressed close and tangled together in bed. Changxi laid shirtless, dressed only in a pair of pants.
His one arm was tucked lazily under Yanzhao’s head, while the other was wrapped firmly around his waist. Cozy and secure in that embrace, Yanzhao slept soundly, wearing an oversized pajama shirt and shorts that ended mid-thigh, leaving his lower legs bare.
Out of the blue, Yanzhao woke up with a start, breathing heavily. He shook his head violently, trying to dissolve the lingering heat of his dreams to the back of his mind.
Only then did he notice he wasn't alone. Any rational person might freak out upon waking up next to a shirtless man, but a wave of familiarity washed over Yanzhao.
The fact that Yanzhao was not freaking out was because this was exactly the scenario he had been dreaming about for months. But the tingling ache in his body paired with fatigue proved this was different from all the dreams he previously had.
“So, it wasn't a dream?” As the realization hit, Yanzhao blushed.
At the sudden voice, Changxi stirred in his sleep, pulling Yanzhao deeper into his chest. Yanzhao bit his lip, holding back a gasp to keep Changxi from waking up.
Remaining perfectly still, he held his breath and watched the steady rise and fall of the older man’s chest. Slowly, his gaze drifted up to Changxi’s face, silently admiring his features from up close. He only then noticed that Changxi’s lips were slightly bruised.
Probably from those rough kisses we shared last night... Yanzhao thought, his mind drifting back to the intensity of the previous evening. He could almost still taste the desperate, intoxicating flavor of their kisses.
Lost in his thoughts, Yanzhao failed to notice that the man before him was no longer asleep. Changxi lay perfectly still, tracking every single expression on Yanzhao's face. As he waited for Yanzhao to emerge from his daydream, his eyes wandered down.
Yanzhao’s shirt had ridden up during sleep, revealing smooth skin patterned with dark hickeys and love bites. A slow, knowing smirk spread across Changxi’s lips. He wanted to prolong the moment, but the urge to tease was simply too strong.
“Like what you see, darling?” Changxi murmured, his voice deep and thick with sleep. Trapped in the heat of that gaze Yanzhao’s cheeks flushed even harder, he was rendered utterly speechless.
Changxi leaned in a fraction closer, his grin widening as he watched Yanzhao panic. Yanzhao’s eyes darted around the room avoiding Changxi, his lips moving soundlessly.
“What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?” Changxi teased, closing the distance between their faces. Registering the threat of a kiss, Yanzhao scrambled backward, trying to put distance between them.
“No... Don’t kiss me.”
“Why not, baby? Last night, you were the one begging for it.” Changxi said, his tone teasing.
He reached out to pull Yanzhao back, but Yanzhao still resisted, staying stubborn and silent. Not one to give up, Changxi slid his arms under Yanzhao’s thighs and with one swift move, he effortlessly scooped Yanzhao up into his lap.
One heavy arm pinned Yanzhao's thighs down while the other locked around his waist, completely locking him in place. The moment Yanzhao landed flush against Changxi's lap, a sharp, sudden ache shot through his lower body.
It was a very vivid reminder of exactly how intimate they had been the night before. Yanzhao’s breath hitched, his hands flew instinctively to Changxi’s bare shoulders for balance.
A soft sob escaped his lips, leaving him breathless. Subconsciously, he leaned his weight entirely onto the very person responsible for his soreness.
Before he could pull away, Changxi’s hand slid lower, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over Yanzhao's lower back to soothe the ache. Yanzhao froze, wordlessly looking down at him. Just as he expected, Changxi was smirking up at him, his gaze as dark and deep as his voice.
"Does it hurt?" Changxi whispered, his thumbs continuing to knead the tight muscles. The smug look never left his face as he shamelessly asked.
“Want me to massage it?”
He moved closer, his breath hot against Yanzhao’s face. The hand on Yanzhao’s thigh began to slide beneath the hem of his shorts, while the other continued its rhythmic massage.
Changxi grinned into his eyes, looking entirely innocent despite his shameless actions. Blushing furiously, Yanzhao finally snapped. He landed a sharp, playful punch right against Changxi's bicep.
“Stop! You old fox! What are you doing?”
“Nothing sweetheart, unless you want me to do something?” Changxi rasped directly against Yanzhao's lips, his gaze dropping to watch his mouth.
“I didn't say that! You're making it up!" Yanzhao stammered, his hands coming up to press firmly against Changxi's bare chest. It was meant to be a defensive gesture to push him away, but his fingers instinctively curled against the warm skin instead.
Changxi’s grin only widened, he let out another quiet, rumbling laugh. The hand beneath the hem of Yanzhao’s shorts didn't retreat. Instead, his long fingers trailed a slow, deliberate path upward along the soft skin of Yanzhao's inner thigh.
"Am I?" Changxi murmured, closing the final few millimeters of distance between them. His lips lightly brushed against Yanzhao's as he spoke.
"You're the one holding onto me so tightly, Zhaozhao. If you want me to stop, you just have to say it.”
To tell the truth, Yanzhao didn't want to stop. For so long, Yanzhao had loved him from a distance, convinced that a morning like this was an impossibility reserved only for his dreams. If Changxi wanted him, Yanzhao was entirely his.
Even before he could say anything, Changxi leaned in to close the gap again. But predicting the move, Yanzhao suddenly jerked his head back, turning his face to the side to dodge the kiss.
“Stop! At least let me brush my teeth first.” As he finished, Changxi let out a low, breathless chuckle, the vibration rumbled straight against Yanzhao’s chest. He looked up at the blushing younger man, completely charmed by him.
"You are really something else, baby," Changxi murmured, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement.
Before Yanzhao could even process the laugh, Changxi shifted his weight. Instead of letting Yanzhao slide off his lap, he tightened his grip, hooking one strong arm securely under Yanzhao's knees and the other around his upper back.
With a smooth movement, Changxi stood up from the bed, lifting Yanzhao fully into his arms. Yanzhao gasped, his hands flying right back to Changxi's bare shoulders to steady himself as he felt the room tilt.
"Wait! Xixi! Put me down, I can walk!"
"And let you limp all the way to the bathroom? Absolutely not, baby. I should take responsibility for my actions, shouldn't I?" Changxi replied smoothly, completely ignoring the protest.
Changxi kicked the bathroom door open and carried Yanzhao into the bathroom. He walked straight over to the vanity, slowly lowering Yanzhao until his feet made contact with the bath mat.
The moment Yanzhao tried to bear his own weight, a sharp, sudden throb flared through his lower body. His knees buckled instantly, his body giving out under the deep soreness.
Yanzhao gasped, expecting to hit the floor, but Changxi was already moving. He caught Yanzhao around the waist mid-collapse, spinning him seamlessly so Yanzhao’s back crashed right against his chest.
He hooked his arms securely under Yanzhao's waist, lifting just enough to take the pressure off his aching joints while keeping him completely upright in front of the sink.
"Careful," Changxi murmured, his voice deep, raspy. He held Yanzhao flush against his bare chest. Yanzhao was completely trapped, his back pressed tight against Changxi’s broad torso while the older man’s strong arms held him steady from behind.
“I'm fine” Yanzhao muttered, his voice dropping to a shy, embarrassed whisper. He reached out, his trembling hands gripping the edges of the marble sink to help support himself. "You don't have to... to do this."
“You told me you could walk, but your legs clearly have a different opinion," Changxi countered smoothly. In the mirror, Yanzhao could see that his playful smirk returned as he rested his chin comfortably on Yanzhao’s shoulder.
Reaching forward, Changxi plucked the toothbrush from the holder and playfully tapped the handle against Yanzhao’s lower lip. Yanzhao reached up to swat Changxi’s hand away in protest. "Stop it! I can do it myself!"
“If you insist,” He said as he handed the brush to Yanzhao. Then he grabbed his own toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, but he didn't move away.
He crowded Yanzhao, pressing his bare chest against Yanzhao's shoulder, forcing the smaller man to lean against the edge of the sink. Yet, despite the protest, he stopped fighting the embrace, finally giving in and letting his full weight settle securely back against Changxi's chest.
Not even a second passed before changxi resumed his mischievousness, his hand slid under the hem of Yanzhao's oversized shirt. His cold palm grazing against the skin of Yanzhao’s tummy. Yanzhao froze at the sudden touch, he looked up at their reflection in the mirror.
“What are you doing?!” He asked in shock, his skin breaking out in goosebumps.
Changxi didn't answer. His hand continued its ascent, his thumb brushing against the underside of Yanzhao's nipple through the thin fabric of the shirt. At this action Yanzhao gasped, his back arching instinctively.
Changxi spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth, but he didn't move back, his hands continued to administer its shameless action as he spoke. He lowered his head, leaving kisses on the exposed neck.
“You were quite the bold one last night, saying things like, 'I want to keep you for myself.' 'Claim you as mine.’" Changxi remarked, his voice echoing slightly in the small room. Yanzhao nearly choked on the toothpaste. He spat into the sink, his cheeks burning.
"I was drunk." Yanzhao defended.
"Drunk or not," Changxi stepped closer, "Quite the possessive little thing, aren't you, Zhaozhao?"
Yanzhao rinsed his mouth quickly, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and turned to face Changxi. Before he could even begin to explain, a heavy shadow fell over him.
Changxi didn't waste a single second. He stepped right into Yanzhao’s space, his legs prying open Yanzhao's thighs, trapping him against the marble counter. His hands gripped the edge of the counter on either side of Yanzhao’s hips, locking him in place.
Changxi leaned down to capture Yanzhao's lips in a desperate kiss. As their lips met, Yanzhao let out a startled noise that was swallowed by Changxi. Without breaking the kiss, Changxi hauled Yanzhao off the counter, dragging him along as they stumbled blindly into the shower cubicle.
He pinned Yanzhao firmly against the cool shower glass, his hands wrapping around Yanzhao's waist to pull him closer. Yanzhao arched his back against the glass, letting Changxi kiss him as he wished, their lower bodies flushing together. Changxi's hands slid under Yanzhao's shirt wandering against his skin, never staying in one place long enough to satisfy.
Changxi pinched Yanzhao's waist, making him gasp. He used this opportunity to slip in his tongue, kissing Yanzhao with a desperate, hungry urgency.
Changxi’s tongue easily dominated into Yanzhao’s mouth, tasting the sharp, cool mint and claiming him entirely. A soft groan escaped Yanzhao’s throat as his fingers curled into the muscles of Changxi’s shoulders.
In the quiet bathroom only the sound of their kisses echoed. Changxi broke the kiss letting Yanzhao breathe. He opened his eyes to look down at Yanzhao, his eyes tracing Yanzhao's lips.
“So Addictive…” Changxi's deep voice reached Yanzhao's ears. He looked up at Changxi in a daze, his breath ragged.
"You know," Changxi murmured, his voice low and humming.
"The way that shirt hangs off you... it's incredibly distracting” He continued.
“Then take it off,” was all Yanzhao could say before a soft sigh rolled out his mouth.
Changxi buried his head in Yanzhao's neck, he started leaving wet kisses on the juncture of his shoulders. He opened the first button with agonizing slowness. His warm knuckles grazed Yanzhao’s throat, making him swallow hard.
Changxi paused, then moved his one hand to wrap gently around Yanzhao’s throat, his thumb resting right over the pulse point. He then tilted Yanzhao’s face to the side, exposing more of his neck. He pressed his thumbs against Yanzhao's throat, slightly choking him.
“Xixi… take it off…” Yanzhao rasped.
"So impatient?" Changxi laughed softly, a low sound of pure amusement. He moved his hands back to Yanzhao's shirt, his fingers moved with a quiet urgency. He unbuttoned the shirt and slid it off Yanzhao’s shoulders quickly.
Changxi lips travelled down Yanzhao’s jawline to press a hard, sucking kiss right over an existing mark on his neck. Yanzhao threw his head back, his hands automatically entangling into Changxi's hair.
Another soft sigh escaped him as Changxi’s lips pressed into the sensitive skin of his throat. Changxi leaned down further, taking Yanzhao's nipple into his lips and swirling his tongue around it. The sensation was an immediate trigger, sending a sudden rush of heat straight to his lower body.
Yanzhao was already half-hard, the friction of the shorts against his skin becoming more and more unbearable. He wanted it. He wanted the weight of Changxi, the roughness, the absolute certainty of being claimed thoroughly.
Changxi noticed it. He felt the shift in Yanzhao's breathing, the way his body stiffened. He smirked, his hand now sliding down, going straight for the waistband of the shorts.
He reached inside the shorts, his fingers wrapping around Yanzhao's length. He squeezed a firm, knowing grip that made Yanzhao’s knees buckle. Yanzhao let out a high, needy sound, his head rolling back against the glass.
“Oh? Is someone already missing me?"
"Xixi..." Yanzhao shivered, a soft moan vibrating in his throat. He moved his hand to grab Changxi's wrist.
"That's not how you ask, sweetheart," Changxi whispered, his lips brushing lightly against Yanzhao's skin making him shiver.
"Ngh... please..." Yanzhao let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Please what baby?” Changxi could feel Yanzhao’s hips beginning to buck instinctively, pressing against his hand, a silent request for more. Changxi smiled against Yanzhao’s skin.
The way Changxi could make Yanzhao breathless with just a slightest touch made Changxi realise the absolute control he has over Yanzhao.
“I can help you with this. I mean I really like those pretty sounds you make,” Changxi said as he buried his head in Yanzhao's neck. Changxi began to move his hand, a slow, agonizingly steady rhythm.
“But I think I’m going to make you beg a little harder first.” He wasn't rushing. He was savoring the way Yanzhao trembled, the way he whimpered into the silence of the bathroom. Changxi's fingers moved with slow certainty, stroking and squeezing, never rushing, making every sensation sharp and electric.
“You like that, don’t you?” A low, teasing murmur escaped Changxi’s lips as he leaned closer, his breath warm against Yanzhao’s skin.
“Yes… more please..” They way Changxi's hand moved with expert precision, stroking Yanzhao's length in long, firm strokes had Yanzhao writhing with pleasure.
Yanzhao could feel the heat building in his lower body, but Changxi's grip remained steady, unhurried, denying him the release he so desperately craved.
Right at the final movement, Changxi suddenly pulled his hand away entirely. The sudden loss of contact made Yanzhao let out a sharp, breathless cry of frustration, his body arching forward helplessly against the empty air.
"No.... Why?" Yanzhao choked out, his voice completely broken. Changxi just smirked, his own breathing heavy but his expression full of dark amusement.
“Not yet, sweetheart, didn't I say I would make you beg?" he whispered.
Changxi turned Yanzhao gently and pinned him firmly against the cool shower glass, his body aligning closely behind him. He reached for a tube of lubricant on the counter, applying it evenly in his hand.
Changxi's hands moved down to Yanzhao's entrance, tracing the rim lightly. Yanzhao's breath hitched as Changxi's fingers pushed inside him, slow and steady.
Yanzhao rested his forehead against the glass, his breath fogging the surface. He felt Changxi curl his fingers just right to hit that spot inside him that made his vision blur.
“You're so tight," Changxi whispered, his voice thick.
"Even after last night, you still feel like you've never been touched."
"Shut up..." Yanzhao breathed.
“Look at you," Changxi murmured, his fingers still stretching Yanzhao skillfully, his other hand slowly tracing the line of Yanzhao’s figure.
"Completely at my mercy” Changxi skillfully stretched Yanzhao, making sure he stretched more than enough to not hurt. Then Changxi stopped again, his fingers withdrawing, leaving Yanzhao gasping and empty.
"No…" Yanzhao pleaded, his body trembling with the feeling of emptiness.
“Patience, sweetheart,” Changxi murmured. He applied some lubricant, then positioned himself at Yanzhao's entrance. He pushed inside in one long, slow thrust. Yanzhao let out a loud, echoing cry, his fingers scratching at the glass.
Changxi stayed still for a moment, letting Yanzhao adjust. He leaned down, biting softly on Yanzhao’s shoulder, leaving another mark. He wrapped his hand around Yanzhao waist and squeezed reassuringly. Then, without any warning he began to move.
The pace started slow at first, but as Yanzhao began to moan, his voice filling the bathroom with unrestrained pleasure, Changxi’s control slipped.
"Fuck baby, You feel so good.”
“Xixi…”
"Call me Hubby," Changxi commanded, his voice raspy.
"H-hubby," Yanzhao whispered, the word barely audible.
"Again. Louder." He thrust again, going deeper.
"Hubby!" Yanzhao cried out, his voice cracking.
Yanzhao could feel every inch of Changxi's length, filling him, stretching him. Changxi was hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur repeatedly. In Changxi's hands, Yanzhao arched back even more in pleasure.
Suddenly, Changxi slowed down. He pulled back almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, then pushed back in painfully slow. Changxi's hands reached down, his fingers wrapping around Yanzhao’s length again, pumping him slowly, teasingly.
He knew exactly where the most sensitive spots were. He squeezed just hard enough to create a thrill of pain and pleasure, but he kept the pace agonizingly slow.
“Haa… why did you slow down?” Yanzhao asked breathlessly.
“Want me to go faster?” Instead of answering, Changxi countered with another question.
“Yes…Hubby please…” Yanzhao cried out, his body shaking.
"Then beg for it, Zhaozhao. Tell me how much you need your hubby."
For a moment Yanzhao couldn't even speak. He could only helplessly open his mouth but no words came, he could only whimper. At last not being able to take the slow pace, he gathered all his remaining strength and spoke.
“I want you to break me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! I need all of you! Fill me up! Fill me with your cum, please, Hubby!” he begged, his voice breaking.
Changxi couldn't hold back any longer, he wrapped his hand around Yanzhao’s waist with bruising force. He picked up the pace hitting straight into the same spot that made Yanzhao scream in pleasure. His fingers wrapped around Yanzhao's length also began to move, matching the pace of his hips.
“Look at how well you take me,” Changxi whispered, placing a kiss on Yanzhao's ear.
“So tight. So eager. You were made for this, weren't you, Zhaozhao? So perfectly obedient.”
The thrusts were fast but sharp. Each impact sent a shockwave through Yanzhao’s system. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the tiled walls, mixing with the sound of their ragged breathing.
“Haa…. Hubby.. I'm close..” Yanzhao announced, his head thrown back against Changxi's shoulders. Yanzhao turned his head, reached up and pulled Changxi down for a kiss by his nape. Changxi let out a final groan before he felt himself releasing inside Yanzhao.
“Oh, fuck," Yanzhao moaned into changxi mouth, his body tensing as pleasure coursed through him. Changxi kept stroking him until he was sure Yanzhao was completely spent.
For several long minutes, neither moved. Changxi kept Yanzhao pinned against the glass, his heartbeat drumming a steady rhythm against Yanzhao’s spine. Slowly, Changxi loosened his grip but still he never let go fully. He pressed tender and lingering kisses to the back of Yanzhao’s neck.
"You are a bully," Yanzhao whispered, his voice a mere thread of sound. Changxi chuckled, the sound vibrating through Yanzhao. He pulled out and stepped back, the sudden loss of warmth making Yanzhao shiver.
"Bully? Still you love me, don't you?" Changxi reached over and turned the shower handle. A spray of warm water cascaded over them, washing away the sweat and lubricant. As the water rinsed the last of the tension from their bodies, Yanzhao leaned back into Changxi’s chest.
"Yes I love you" Yanzhao said in a small voice. He turned in Changxi's arms, wrapping his own limbs around Changxi’s neck. He looked up into those deep eyes in determination.
"I loved you for so long," Yanzhao admitted, his voice trembling. "I used to imagine this. Just... waking up next to you."
Changxi’s expression softened. He brushed a wet strand of hair away from Yanzhao’s forehead.
"I love you, Zhaozhao."
Yanzhao froze, his heart skipping a beat. It was the first time Changxi had said it. The words felt heavy, significant, like a key turning in a lock. Yanzhao buried his face in Changxi's chest, hiding the blush on his cheeks.
“I have loved you for a long time baby, but I feared that if I confessed my feelings, it would have scared you, so I didn't dare confess. I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier.”
“It's fine Xixi. At least we're together now, that's what matters the most”