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There’s a point to this, Xiao Zhan recalls in a daze. But his head isn’t functioning at its best when the heat has grown so overpowering that all his brain capacity has melted into a pile of goo.
So he keeps rolling his hips in slow, sensual circles, his tired muscles weighing him heavily down onto Yibo’s lap. Which is a good thing since Xiao Zhan can feel Yibo’s huge dick reach all the way inside him, pushing so far into the deepest parts of Xiao Zhan that he thinks he can see a slight indent on his belly every time he rocks his hips forward.
It never fails to amaze him how big Yibo is, but Xiao Zhan isn’t complaining— not when he’s pushing himself up and bouncing on that large dick as many times as he can, the friction hot on his raw insides. He even places a hand over his abdomen and presses down, moaning when he manages to feel the outline of Yibo’s cock fucking into him.
“What are you doing, Zhan-ge?”
The low and ragged voice compels Xiao Zhan to open his eyes. Yibo looks as wrecked as he feels, cheeks pink and half-lidded eyes gazing down on the hand Xiao Zhan has over his lower belly. He seems to understand what Xiao Zhan’s thinking because Yibo bucks his hips up on the next bounce, balls slamming up to meet his, and a high-pitched moan rips out of Xiao Zhan. The sound echoes in the apartment, mixing with the loud slapping noise their skin makes every time Xiao Zhan’s ass drops down on Yibo’s thighs.
“Come on, ge.” Yibo says with a quirk of his brow, hands moving from Xiao Zhan’s thighs to his waist, helping him move faster. “You can’t make me come again if you’re being this slow.”
Right, Xiao Zhan thinks, as he looks at Yibo’s hands spanning almost the entire width of his waist. Xiao Zhan grows dizzy just looking at it. This is a challenge.
So Xiao Zhan follows Yibo’s guide and bounces even faster, clenching around him tightly to get Yibo coming a second time today.
Three Weeks Prior
They are lying in the mess of Xiao Zhan’s bedsheets with come cooling on his still heaving chest. He’s disinclined to move since Yibo just fucked him six ways to Sunday, and Xiao Zhan can’t do anything but lie there, feeling gross, tired and aching in the right places.
He could be persuaded to move since there’s still some jizz trickling out of his sensitive hole. It should probably be cleaned right away, but Xiao Zhan kinda likes it, the sloppy and used feeling it gives him. He needs to figure out what kind of kink that is when he’s in a less fucked-out state.
Yibo, the gorgeous and unhelpful bastard that he is, doesn’t do anything either. He’s lying plastered over Xiao Zhan’s chest, lips moving over the skin of his pecs as he mutters, “You need to work on your stamina, ge.”
Xiao Zhan wants to snort or say something smart.
“Shut up,” he intelligently retorts.
Yibo laughs breathlessly like he’s making fun of Xiao Zhan’s inability to be witty. Xiao Zhan quietly ruminates that he could’ve done a better job if he wasn’t currently wrecked — no thanks to this gremlin still clinging onto every part of his sweaty limbs. He can practically feel the come drying on his skin and crusting over the trail of hair on his stomach. Tomorrow’s clean up is going to be a pain in the ass in more ways than one.
Why is sex so messy? Xiao Zhan absentmindedly ponders, even though he’s got no intentions of stopping any time soon. There's no way he won’t end up having plenty of sex when Wang Yibo is his boyfriend. The guy has the sexual drive of a hormonal teenager and the energy of a wild animal. Xiao Zhan can say he's absolutely ruined for future partners in this life. He can still feel the phantom pleasure of Yibo drilling him into the sheets, his own legs spread wide to accommodate the fast pace of Yibo’s hips.
Soft stamps of heat trail up his neck as Yibo kisses up from Xiao Zhan’s collarbone to his throat, tongue darting out to lick the salty skin a few times. He tucks his face in the crevice of Xiao Zhan’s shoulder, making a soft, sleepy sound that gets Xiao Zhan’s heart melting like the whipped man he is.
It only lasts a few seconds until Yibo says, “But really, ge. When I go for second or third rounds, you start wheezing like an old man.”
This little— Xiao Zhan mentally gives Yibo a swat when his own arms can’t. It’s unfortunate since Yibo’s just lying over him like a dead weight, the perfect opportunity for payback. Or maybe Yibo took that into consideration and made sure Xiao Zhan was absolutely burnt out and useless after fucking him. The audacity. He lets his voice do the lecturing instead.
“Yibo, can't you be nicer? Not everyone can go on fucking like their refractory period is a myth. I need rest and cleaning,” he not so subtly tries to point out what Yibo needs to be doing right now.
But, of course, Yibo goes on talking, “I’m just worried for you, ge. I’m afraid you’ll keel over from too much sex.” There's a definite snigger in his tone now.
Xiao Zhan decides he's really gotta hit Yibo for that.
So he turns to his side and brings Yibo to roll with him, cuddling the man as his own head fits into the crook of Yibo’s neck. It’s too hot to be doing this, and they’re still sticky and gross, but Yibo wiggles in and wraps his own arms around Xiao Zhan’s waist, pulling him closer.
Smelling the musk and sweat on Yibo’s skin, Xiao Zhan mumbles, “Too much sex, my ass. Who says I can’t handle you?”
Yibo makes a muffled sound against his skin that’s probably a snort. “Says the many times you fainted on me after sex. ”
“That only happened twice !”
Yibo mouths the word weak against his skin.
Swinging a leg over Yibo’s hip, Xiao Zhan squeezes the man in his arms and murmurs, “I’m not weak.” The lethargy from a long, good fucking is settling into his bones, and Xiao Zhan’s starting to feel sleepy.
“Oh yeah?” Yibo replies, sounding just as drowsy, “Bet you can’t make me come thrice before you even come once.”
Eyes closed, Xiao Zhan hums, “Is that a challenge?”
Yibo nuzzles his face against Xiao Zhan’s skin. It feels hot with the sweat still cloying on him, but he doesn't push Yibo away. "Maybe. But you can—” he yawns, “can only make me come while riding me.”
Xiao Zhan finds that absurd because how can he make Yibo come thrice while riding him? He'd sooner drain all of his energy than get Yibo up and hard again for another round. Or maybe that's the point— to leave Xiao Zhan with no other option but losing? Still, the thought of bouncing on Yibo’s cock until he’s shot three loads of cum in him has Xiao Zhan’s arousal twitching in interest, his asshole already clenching as he imagines how full and wet he’d feel.
But sleep is an unbeatable force, and Xiao Zhan dozes off in Yibo’s arms, saving the thought for another day.
And this is how Xiao Zhan currently finds himself in Yibo’s apartment, sweat dripping down his back and thighs aching from the continuous up and down slide on Yibo’s length.
“You like me like this, d-don’t you? Seeing me— ahh— stuffed… stuffed full of your cock?” Xiao Zhan whispers, grinding his hips down and spreading his knees wider on the couch. He smiles a bit when he catches sight of Yibo’s ears flushing red. Xiao Zhan nips the hot lobe before kissing down his sharp jawline.
Xiao Zhan knows he’s not going to last long if he solely rides Yibo until the man comes thrice. So he decides on the next course of action: dirty talking.
Xiao Zhan continues, “Made sure to prepare myself for you. I-I finished all the lube in the shower while I— nngh, I fingered myself.” He’s honestly not that used to talking like this, usually leaving that shameless act to Yibo who just loves to see him squirm every time. But for desperate situations like this, Xiao Zhan’s got to use every weapon he’s got.
There’s a strained laugh from Yibo, but he seems to be less mocking about Xiao Zhan’s attempts and more flustered than anything. “Zhan-ge…”
Confidence rising, Xiao Zhan reaches down to trace a finger over where they’re connected. His voice is breathy as he says, “Kept myself open with that plug the entire time you were gone. Couldn’t wait to have you fucking me like this as soon as you were home.” He lifts his hips up a little and takes hold of the base of Yibo’s erection, squeezing him hard when this elicits a deep grunt out of Yibo.
Breathing in shakily, Xiao Zhan can feel how wide and stretched his pucker is around Yibo’s cock, and he wriggles a finger in beside it, making it a tighter fit until Yibo’s biting his lip and snapping his hips up even faster.
The first shot of cum eases the way for Yibo to slide in him at a rapid pace, and for a moment, Xiao Zhan lets himself be consumed by it, the pleasure tingling all over his senses. But then the heat builds within him, and Xiao Zhan forces himself back from the edge, ignoring the sensations wracking throughout his body.
“Where’d that plug come from?” Of course, Yibo is curious about that. Xiao Zhan huffs out a short laugh that’s followed by a gasp. He’s been trying his best not to hit his prostate, but his movements aren’t the best, and Xiao Zhan spasms as that sweet spot is brushed against. He holds still above Yibo, willing himself not to come.
Hugging his boyfriend’s shoulders tighter, Xiao Zhan whispers into his ear, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
An Hour Prior
Yibo goes absolutely nuts when he finds out about the toy.
That night, Xiao Zhan is only dressed in an oversized t-shirt and briefs. When Yibo comes home and Xiao Zhan bounds over to greet him, Yibo’s eyes immediately stray down to his long, bare legs. Xiao Zhan can’t help but silently preen at the obvious once over and the appreciation in his boyfriend's gaze.
He gives Yibo a short peck that turns into two, then three. And before either of them knows it, they are making out in the living room of his apartment, hands roaming all over each other’s bodies.
His boyfriend only stills when the fingers groping Xiao Zhan’s ass reach further in. Xiao Zhan stops too, watching Yibo’s reaction change from surprise to realization to hunger in rapid succession.
“Zhan-ge, what did you do while I was gone?” Yibo licks his kiss-swollen lips, one huge hand toying with the hard bump between Xiao Zhan’s cheeks. Xiao Zhan makes a tiny sound as the plug is pushed further in, his back arching involuntarily.
“Just… played with myself,” Xiao Zhan admits, panting a little as Yibo takes hold of the handle and starts circling it around. It makes a filthy sloshing sound that shoots straight to his cock. He used a lot of lube earlier, before plugging himself.
The toy was a spur of the moment decision on Xiao Zhan’s part. He bought it when the days of their separation were too long, and he was feeling bored and bold enough to search the web. The plug is pink and round and just slightly smaller than Yibo’s girth. Xiao Zhan didn’t want to be completely loose until he’s got either his boyfriend’s cock or hand in him.
However, Yibo can tease him with it another day. Xiao Zhan’s got a different goal to accomplish tonight.
“Let’s do it on the couch,” He murmurs, his gaze smoldering hot.
“O-okay,” Yibo says shakily, eagerly following behind him. By the couch, Xiao Zhan pushes Yibo to it, and Yibo’s hands immediately grab for Xiao Zhan’s legs, tugging him closer. Xiao Zhan straddles his lap without question and smiles at the desperate way Yibo hauls him for a kiss, licking into his mouth like he wants to devour him whole.
“Someone’s excited.” Xiao Zhan giggles into the kiss, moaning when Yibo swipes a tongue over his bottom lip before plunging inside.
After a while, Yibo pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their panting mouths. “That’s ‘cause someone came prepared,” he answers, a lopsided grin on his face as he kneads Xiao Zhan’s asscheeks.
Swallowing dryly, Xiao Zhan quickly starts undoing Yibo’s pants, feeling his own dick hardening in his briefs. He can’t let the bastard make him come before they even started. Slipping the huge thing out of its confines, Xiao Zhan takes the lube tucked in between the cushions and lathers it from head to root.
Yibo shivers slightly from the cold, his fingers pulling at the waistband of Xiao Zhan’s briefs. There’s a feverish gleam in his eyes as he stares at Xiao Zhan’s hand circling his member. “Are you that eager to sit on my cock, ge?”
“Did you forget?” With a sly smile, Xiao Zhan pushes himself off the man’s lap and sheds the rest of his clothing. Yibo watches without blinking, slowly fisting his slippery length and not removing his own attire at all. Xiao Zhan somehow finds that hot, being the only one nude at this moment. He climbs back on top of Yibo and murmurs, “I’m gonna make sure you come three times before I do.”
It takes a while, but realization washes over Yibo. His mouth drops open, “Wait, you really want to..? Xiao Zhan, maybe you can’t—mmgh!”
Xiao Zhan kisses him before Yibo can voice any of his concerns or sweet words that’ll leave him reconsidering. Yibo sometimes makes up these harebrained challenges during sex that he may or may not mean, but Xiao Zhan secretly likes some of them and enjoys trying them out, even though he ends up losing most of the time.
As he’s distracting Yibo, Xiao Zhan reaches behind himself to carefully tug the plug out. There’s a loud dirty sound, and then the full feeling inside him disappears. Xiao Zhan whimpers over the strange emptiness, his hole fluttering wildly around nothing.
Separating from Yibo’s mouth, Xiao Zhan presses his forehead against Yibo’s and shudders as fingers find his slick and loose entrance, testing the give of it. He bats them away before Yibo can slip them inside and arouse him further. The point of the plug was to avoid Yibo fingering him because Xiao Zhan knows he’ll come sooner if those fingers toy with his prostate.
Kneeling up straight, Xiao Zhan scoots back until his ass bumps against Yibo’s hard erection.
“Zhan-ge,” Yibo pants, looking foolish as his quivering hand grabs his own cock and angles it under Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan can feel the lube dripping over his thighs as he starts sinking down. They both moan abruptly when the tip catches on his rim. Biting his bottom lip, Xiao Zhan slowly, slowly lowers himself until he’s fully seated on Yibo’s lap, impaled on the man’s dick.
Leaning his head back, Yibo groans, “Holy shit.”
“So full—” Xiao Zhan breathes hard, hunching forward as he adjusts to Yibo’s thick length. God. No matter how many times they do this, it still feels as electrifying as the first time. Xiao Zhan gives a violent shudder, glad that he used a plug, or this would have been more of a vengeful burn than the delicious stretch it is now.
Xiao Zhan moans, head lolling onto Yibo’s shoulder before he reminds himself that he can’t let his concentration falter. Once I win this challenge, I can ride Yibo till I pass out. Bolstered, Xiao Zhan lifts his hips, leaving only the head inside, and drops back down.
“Fuck,” Yibo slurs, just as Xiao Zhan gasps, the pleasure overriding his senses. It blares through his nerve endings like sweet ecstasy, and he rises and falls again, more forceful this time, and Yibo bucks up. Xiao Zhan makes a strangled whine, holding onto Yibo’s shoulders while the other man’s fingers dig into Xiao Zhan’s hips with bruising force.
“Zhan-ge… shit, ah— so good…”
“If you like it so much, you can come,” Xiao Zhan tempts, his brows wrinkled together as he makes a few more passes, up and down, trying to get a good rhythm. “Hah—”
“As long as you keep moving like that, I will. God, you’re fucking hot, baby,” Yibo rasps, utterly transfixed as Xiao Zhan begins to bounce with more vigor, slamming his hips down to take Yibo deeper inside him. Yibo cants upwards into Xiao Zhan’s downward motions, pounding deeper and deeper, until Xiao Zhan is a moaning, shivering mess. “Fuck fuck fuck— that’s it, Yibo. Fuck me until you come. I wanna— ahh —wanna feel it inside.”
Yibo squeezes the arm rests so hard that his knuckles lose their color. His hips jerk minutely, dick rubbing against Xiao Zhan’s insides, and Xiao Zhan trembles around him, canting forward along.
“Less talking. More bouncing.”
“Yes, sir,” Xiao Zhan replies cheekily, breathier than he expected. Yibo swats his ass, and Xiao Zhan’s laugh shifts into a groan when he pushes himself up Yibo’s length and sinks back down, revelling in the thick drag of every curve and indent against his inner walls.
“You feel good,” Xiao Zhan whispers, unable to help himself. Digging his heels into the cushions, he bounces faster in earnest. Yibo has a tight hold on his hips, looking close already. “Y-Yibo—ah, ahhhhh—”
“Keep your voice down,” Yibo grunts, sweat rolling down his cheek. Grinding down, Xiao Zhan rolls his hips ever so slowly and clenches around his dick for maximum effect. He can feel Yibo throbbing deep within him, his harsh breathing signaling the end.
It takes another three thrusts before Yibo’s choking on a groan, his release suddenly gushing into Xiao Zhan in hot ropes of come. Xiao Zhan moans as it fills him up, rocking his hips to help Yibo along.
His chest still heaving, Xiao Zhan declares with a wide smile, “I didn’t come.”
Yibo snorts, ruffling his short-cropped hair and shooting Xiao Zhan a smirk, “Now you have to keep holding on for two more rounds.”
Xiao Zhan nods without thinking, “Yeah, I—” then he narrows his eyes. “But there’s a waiting period, right? You can’t possibly get hard so—” He abruptly stops as Yibo rolls his hips, his erection standing hard and proud inside Xiao Zhan.
With a wicked grin, Yibo clamps his hands down on Xiao Zhan’s thighs and locks him in. “What were you saying, ge?”
Oh god.
The second round lasts much longer than the first.
“Ready to give in yet?” Yibo asks as Xiao Zhan takes another break from bouncing, just idly moving his hips back and forth now. The question makes Xiao Zhan clench his jaw.
“Never.” Xiao Zhan says, even though he’s growing more and more breathless and desperate with every drop of his hips. His cock has been hard since they began, and Xiao Zhan feels like he might come if Yibo so much as touches his prostate.
With renewed determination, Xiao Zhan moves his hips faster, slowly evolving into a bouncing rhythm that makes the couch squeak with every up and down motion.
Their stuttered curses and strangled moans accompany the sound, their minds gradually descending into a pleasured haze. There’s a constant spark zinging up Xiao Zhan’s spine as he falls back down on Yibo’s lap, the drag of his dick against his insides so hot, so good, so—
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Xiao Zhan’s words falter, his body completely soaked in sweat. He clutches Yibo’s shoulders tight, struggling to not touch himself because he’s so close, oh god, Yibo feels too good in him.
“Hah, hah, gonna come, baby?” Yibo asks through his gasps, his head just resting on the backrest of the couch as he watches Xiao Zhan fuck himself on his dick. “Go on, I won’t tease you too much.” Then, because Yibo has no mercy, he starts putting in more effort, thrusting up and up into Xiao Zhan, his feet braced on the floor for extra support.
Xiao Zhan cries out as Yibo’s cock rails into his prostate, and his head tilts back, lips parted and eyes half-closed. Mindless with pleasure, Xiao Zhan bucks on top of him, grinding into his stomach and smearing precum over his shirt. His labored breathing puffs heavily over Yibo’s neck as he moves to meet his boyfriend’s every thrust, the pressure building in an inevitable climax he can’t escape from.
And before Xiao Zhan knows it, it’s over; his vision goes white. Body taunt like a bowstring, Xiao Zhan comes in ribbons between them, his hips jerking and heart jumping so fast he thinks it might leap out of his chest. Buzzing fills his ears, and Xiao Zhan feels suspended like he’s having an out-of-body experience.
He can only sense a telltale sign of more wetness in him and Yibo’s harsh groan right next to his ear, his fingers branding new bruises into Xiao Zhan’s hips.
Slowly, he returns to himself, and the first thing Xiao Zhan comprehends is fuck, I came.
He doesn’t remove himself from where he’s hidden his red face in the groove of Yibo’s neck, his body slumped against the other’s front. Xiao Zhan’s so embarrassed with himself, but he’s also so sated that he doesn’t know whether to be mad or satisfied.
Meanwhile, Yibo’s hands have been caressing up and down Xiao Zhan’s back. They trail down to his ass and squeeze a handful of flesh, seemingly content to just grope him as Xiao Zhan sulks in silence.
There’s a kiss pressed to his shoulder before Yibo says, “I guess I get to claim my reward.” He happily chuckles.
Xiao Zhan can’t help but petulantly respond, “What reward? No one said anything about a reward.”
“Are you denying my win, Zhan-ge?”
“It was impossible in the first place.” Xiao Zhan huffs, turning his head to squish his cheek against Yibo’s shoulder, looking away from him.
He hears the other scoff. “Fine. Since I’m such a good boyfriend, I’ll pretend you didn’t come and continue the challenge.”
Xiao Zhan rears his head back and blurts out, “What?!”
But Yibo looks as if he’s already made his decision. With hands under Xiao Zhan’s bottom, Yibo suddenly stands up and Xiao Zhan squeaks, arms wrapped around his neck and legs wound tight on his waist.
“You’re gonna drop me!”
“I’m not,” Yibo grunts, even though his legs are shaking like a newborn fawn when he starts walking. It’s probably from coming one after the other, but Yibo pushes through, carrying Xiao Zhan out of the living room and to his bedroom. His cock is still a warm and hard presence inside Xiao Zhan. Every step pushes his length in deep like it’s thrusting into him, and Xiao Zhan trembles and moans in Yibo’s grip.
“A-ah—!”
Halfway there, his erection slips out, leaving Xiao Zhan hollow and empty. Something warm and wet seeps out of him when he unconsciously clenches around nothing, and Xiao Zhan takes a shaky breath, holding Yibo tighter.
He eventually finds himself lowered onto cool sheets as Yibo pitches them forward. Manhandling him into the right position, Yibo pushes Xiao Zhan to sit astride his thighs once again, but this time, facing away from him.
“Y-Yibo...!” Xiao Zhan reacts, his breath caught in his throat when Yibo pushes his dick in again. There’s a considerable amount of spunk in him now, leaving him so wet that he has to squeeze down to feel Yibo’s shape.
Hands gently rub up and down Xiao Zhan’s quivering thighs as Yibo murmurs, his voice an octave lower, “Can you move?”
Xiao Zhan shakes his head, hyperaware of Yibo’s searing hard heat inside him. His bones feel like they’ve been melted into nonexistence, and Xiao Zhan can’t stop shaking, his skin scarlet red and sensitive all over.
“That’s okay,” Yibo soothes, before settling his hands on Xiao Zhan’s hips and helping him lift, “I’ll do all the work this time.”
Then Yibo brings him down, and Xiao Zhan keens, letting himself go utterly pliant.
Having not expended much energy earlier, Yibo uses the strength in his arms to bounce Xiao Zhan on his dick over and over again. Xiao Zhan tries to help, but he’s completely fucked out, his limbs refusing to move the way he wants them to.
He can only take it. Take it as Yibo uses him like a doll and fucks him with the cum he’s already released inside him like Xiao Zhan’s just a hole for Yibo to fill. His walls bunch tighter at the thought, and he moans with no reservation.
He looks down, and the veins in Yibo’s hand are standing out, his fingers gripping tight over the dark bruises already scattered on Xiao Zhan’s sides. He doesn’t think he can come again, but his cock is already flooding with blood, turned on by the marks Yibo’s left behind on his skin.
This round of sex drags on what for feels like an eternity. Xiao Zhan’s aching from the oversensitivity, babbling words he can’t remember saying as it builds up to a breaking point and hovers there. Xiao Zhan forgets how to breathe, the very core of him pulsing with overwhelming pleasure.
“Please, please—!” A desperate plea leaves Xiao Zhan’s parted lips. Yibo moans in encouragement, one of his hands wrapping around the sticky flesh of Xiao Zhan’s cock, the move so sudden that he cries out. “Yibo!”
“Come,” Yibo commands with a jerk of the wrist, and Xiao Zhan’s whole body trembles around the cock balls-deep inside him, sobbing and bucking uncontrollably on Yibo’s lap. He pushes through the exhaustion in his muscles, squirming and cursing as he comes for the second time tonight, staining the sheets wet.
Yibo groans as Xiao Zhan clenches down around him, sinfully tight, and releases another flood of seed inside him. It’s a lot less than the previous times, but it’s enough to leave Xiao Zhan’s hole sloppy and wet. Just how he imagined it to be.
“Oh…” Xiao Zhan shivers, keeping his posture for a second longer before his eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses forward.
Xiao Zhan hears Yibo calling out his name, but darkness is already pulling him under and all Xiao Zhan can think is—
I fainted again… damn it.