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Yibo woke up to Xiao Zhan's warm, even breaths tickling his neck, his arm draped around Yibo's waist.
Blinking his eyes open to the amber lit room, Yibo shifted, careful not to disturb Xiao Zhan. Slowly, he stretched his thighs, vividly remembering how they fell into sleep that way.
Shivering, Yibo tucked his body, cool from drying sweat, further into the warmth of Xiao Zhan's embrace. He stared at the remnants of the first snow and the blurry reflection of lights through his-- no, not just his anymore, --their bedroom.
They haven't been asleep for too long.
Keeping still, Yibo felt contented just drifting back to sleep, ignoring his rising pulse. But it was all too familiar, the feeling as prickles of arousal began to take hold of his body, and with Xiao Zhan so close to him, it'd be hard to fight it.
Yibo sighed.
He could shift again. Xiao Zhan wasn't a heavy sleeper, so maybe, if he moved just a bit more...
But before he could even move, Xiao Zhan's arms tightened around him.
Xiao Zhan laughed softly, muffled into Yibo's hair. He kissed the ball at the young man's nape. "You're awake." He murmured sleepily.
Yibo felt heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. He still feels sensitive. Every point of his body in contact with Xiao Zhan's makes him feel hot, still.
When the younger didn't respond, Xiao Zhan slid a hand down Yibo's belly and found him half-hard.
A tiny gasp escaped Yibo. "Zh-Zhan-ge... It's only been a while ago... I know that, but..." He tried to explain but trailed off. What remains of his self-consciousness, gone as soon as Xiao Zhan took the length of him in his hand.
Xiao Zhan began stroking Yibo's cock. "But what, Yibo?"
Feeling himself grow harder, Yibo ignored his tired and aching body. Focusing on his rapidly growing need, Yibo moaned as Xiao Zhan's warm lips on his neck encouraged him.
The older picked up his pace. "Do you want more?" He whispered hot into Yibo's ear.
Nodding, Yibo felt Xiao Zhan getting hard against his back. He moaned again.
"I love the sound you make, Yibo."
Yibo couldn't care to be embarrassed. Wanting more friction, he bucks his hips into Xiao Zhan's hand, having the latter suck at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. After a while, groaning in frustration at Xiao Zhan's steady strokes.
Xiao Zhan, not having his usual composure, falters back when Yibo turned over to push him against the mattress. The younger sees a familiar gleam in Xiao Zhan's eyes as he leaned over him, their mouths a breath apart.
Yibo pulled up when Xiao Zhan tilted his chin up for a kiss. The older, looking a little upset until Yibo decided to take both their cocks in one large hand
"Of course." Xiao Zhan said chuckling as he watched Yibo stroke them together.
Yibo breathed heavily, feeling everything all at once as he is nestled between Xiao Zhan's thighs. He was nearing the edge. The quick nap has done nothing to waterdown his lust. And Xiao Zhan's little gasps, his eyes that watched Yibo, only brought him closer and closer to the edge.
The exhilarating sensation of Xiao Zhan's shaft rubbing against Yibo's only made the latter's balls tighten, the strokes more and more unsteady.
Xiao Zhan watched Yibo, aching with desire. He pulls the younger's hand away to replace with his own... and he pumps.
And pumps.
And pumps some more.
"Zhan-ge." Yibo grits his teeth, eyes shut as he thrust hard into Xiao Zhan's grip. He comes then, out of breath, fingers digging on the flesh just above the older's knees.
Yibo groans one more time, panting as he opens his eyes to a grinning Xiao Zhan who made a show of dipping his fingers on the thick liquid splattered across his belly before putting it in his mouth.
Even that was still too much for Yibo to take, after everything they've done in bed together. He falls back next to Xiao Zhan. "Zh-Zhan-ge... I didn't mean to come just--"
Xiao Zhan gives a breathy laugh and Yibo covers his face with an arm.
"I'm sorry."
The older rolled over to press a kiss on Yibo's lips after pulling his arm away. "Why apologize?" He asked Yibo, head tilted. "I like it when you come on me."
"I know. I just... I meant to last longer. Do more."
Shaking his head, Xiao Zhan laughs again, moving above Yibo. He pressed his forehead to Yibo's. "Don't we have all night?" Xiao Zhan asked, then kissed the younger ever so deeply.
Yibo wrapped Xiao Zhan in an arm, twining his fingers into his soft hair. He bit at Xiao Zhan's lips, feeling a gasp as he traced over the man's teeth with his tongue. Yibo was just coming down from the heights his orgasm took him but he was all too weak to resist his desire for Xiao Zhan, and the older, being hard the whole time only had Yibo feeling much hotter.
Xiao Zhan broke the kiss. As one to always put Yibo's pleasure above his own, of course, he slides down Yibo's body. Xiao Zhan looks up after stopping at Yibo's belly button, eyes asking.
Yibo swallowed a building lump in his throat. His body was more than sensitive, and having Xiao Zhan so close to his cock had him squirming in pleasure. He starts to get hard again.
Xiao Zhan ducked to lick the still wet tip of Yibo, and his torso rumbles in a low groan. That was the answer Xiao Zhan needed.
Yibo shifted against the sheets, complying when Xiao Zhan guided him to hold his knees up towards his chest. Xiao Zhan swept up his underside with a flat tongue and Yibo's heart began to hammer in his chest.
Xiao Zhan laid open-mouth kisses on Yibo's shaft as he fumbled around them on the mattress for the bottle of lube they discarded earlier.
Shivering with need, Yibo anticipates. He was about to get what he wants and he was on fire for it. Soon enough, he felt Xiao Zhan's slick fingers against his entrance.
Xiao Zhan smiles up at the impatient young man. He met Yibo's gaze while the younger bucked his hips down to move against his fingers.
"Zhan-ge..." Yibo failed at not whining too loud. "How long are you gonna make me wait?" He got his answer soon enough as Xiao Zhan plunged two fingers inside him, the sudden sensation making Yibo yelp.
Moving slow, Xiao Zhan dragged every movement of his hand, enjoying the sight of Yibo panting and turning his head over and over against the sheets. He curved his fingers and steadily fucked into the young man while sucking up a mark somewhere on Yibo's inner thigh.
But none of it was enough for Yibo. "Zhan-ge... More." He calls and grapples for Xiao Zhan's hair. "Please... I need more."
Xiao Zhan sucked Yibo's crown for a second and met his eyes. He loved seeing Yibo flushed.
Mouth dry, Yibo's pulse quickened. He realized Xiao Zhan wants him to say what he wants. Ask for it, maybe beg. "Zhan-ge..." He whispered, almost breathless. "I need you..." Frustration ate at him when Xiao Zhan stopped moving completely. "Just fuck me already, will you please?"
The older grins and the impatient man gets rewarded. Xiao Zhan dragged Yibo's thighs above his, making the other whimper as he aligned his cock into his entrance. Xiao Zhan goes deep into Yibo's body at his first thrust. He roughly gripped Yibo's hips, slowly easing out, making Yibo's eyes roll back as he slams back in.
Yibo takes it. He takes all of it with overwhelming pleasure. He feels so full and so good with Xiao Zhan's cock inside him. "Fuck, yes." He reached back for the bed frame soon enough to brace himself for coming thrusts. He groaned at Xiao Zhan's every move. Yibo felt so sure that he can come for Xiao Zhan all night if the man wanted him to.
Xiao Zhan clutched at Yibo's thighs as he fucked harder, holding the latter open for him to repeatedly drive into.
Yibo met down Xiao Zhan's thrust. He needs more and more of it, and he was burning as Xiao Zhan matched up with his wants.
Xiao Zhan's composure then breaks, tilting his head back to moan out Yibo's name.
It's always so erotic for Yibo when Xiao Zhan drowns in bliss and runs out of words, even sounds to produce. The older never loses his pace though, even when he takes Yibo's cock in his hand to jerk off.
Xiao Zhan moved his hips and his hand timingly as Yibo arches up and comes into his hand. He continues to fuck through the younger's orgasm, feeling the clench of his hole around his cock.
Yibo groans, watching Xiao Zhan keep going until he comes, hotly filling his insides.
Xiao Zhan flopped down onto Yibo's chest, spent and breathing heavily, and the younger curled his arms on him.
Satisfied, Yibo was, but still, he feels the small knots of lust swirling at the pit of his abdomen, even as Xiao Zhan seemed to be taking a snooze on top of him.
"Zhan-ge?" Yibo whispered, breathing down Xiao Zhan's soft locks. He ran his fingers down the sweaty back as he waited for a response. "Zhan-ge, let's wash up."
Xiao Zhan said something, finally. But it was muffled into Yibo's chest.
Yibo shifted, wiggling to try and move Xiao Zhan to the bed from lying on top of him.
"I said I love you, Yibo." Xiao Zhan whispered, finally pushing up. "You're really peeling me away from you, after I say I love you?" Xiao Zhan pouted and Yibo softens.
"What are you saying?" Yibo ran the back of his hand on Xiao Zhan's cheek. "You very much know that I love you too."
Xiao Zhan smiled brightly then, once more pressing himself on top of Yibo. "Can we take a nap before washing up?"
"No. We're washing up now, ge."
"I thought you love me?"
"I thought I was the lazy one?"
"I'm tired." Xiao Zhan whined, rolling them over so Yibo was on top of him. "You got me feeling tired. I'm an old man."
Yibo pushed up. "I'll fuck you in the shower."
Xiao Zhan's face was empty of any expression. "Oh wow." He shook his head with disbelief. "God, Wang Yibo. After all this time is that how you perceive me?"
Yibo shrugged.
"Fine. You win. Let's wash up."