A SINGLE'S DIARY (🔞 YiZhan fanfiction)

Chapter 12

"I never imagined you can cook so well. It's delicious... but sad to say, I don't want your dish at this moment..." Yibo said while looking straight to Sean's eyes.

Sean's expression turned gloomy after Yibo hung his words for a few seconds... and went dumbfounded when he continued:

"I wanna taste the chef instead..."

Sean unconsciously dropped the spoon he used for Yibo's food tasting.

Yibo was only a foot away; he suddenly wanted Sean closer, could sense some primal tug. He shifted a bit nearer and Sean froze; his face remained in shock, his eyes unreadable.

Their gazes remained lock; neither shifted nor broke the spell. The room's cold temperature seems to began to turn humid. Sean could have sworn things swayed. He could feel the blood beating under the skin, at his temples.

Time stretched; his heartbeat made it seem forever. Yibo's eyes remained locked on him, then he shifted, closed the distance and slowly lowered his head.

Yibo's hand rose to touch Sean's face. Long fingers tracing, then cradling his jaw, tipping his face up so his lips could settle, warm, and strong on him.

Yibo cut the kiss and shifted, not away but closer.

"Am I your first kiss?" Yibo asked without removing his fingers on Sean's jaw.

Sean nodded and with that response, the fingers on his jaw firmed. Yibos lips once again dive on the soft, plump, pinkish margin of Sean's mouth... the pressure of Yibo's alluring lips increased.

Closing his lids, Sean held his breath momentarily. His senses swam as his body came to sensual life. He had nothing to compare it with, that first precious kiss. No one before had dared to step this close, to take such liberty.

Yibo's lips moved on his', warm and pliant, seeking. Sean's fingers gripped the kitchen edge on his back. All his senses condensed until gentle, beguiling pressure was all he knew, all he cared about. His lips throbbed. His head spun, and it wasn't from anything. He had forgotten to breathe, even now didn't care. Sean kissed him back, with a bit of hesitance that sooner became impassioned. Yibo can sense it well so he tried the kiss to go deeper.

Sean parted his own as he seemed to want his tongue slid inside his cavern.
The certain knowledge that he had never been kissed before rocked Yibo; the powerful urge to seize that raced through him in response, shocked him to his core. He could have happily kissed him for hours...yet Yibo didn't want to stop at just a kiss.

He tasted of nectar, of warm peaches and honey. Without breaking the kiss, he dragged Sean away from the sink. He backed Sean against the wall. He leaned one forearm on the cold stone, muscles bunching, fist clenching as he fought in the urge to take advantage, to step closer yet, to press against him, to feel his body against him.

Yibo hesitated for one moment,warring with himself. Then he seized Sean's shoulders and claimed his mouth.

For one instant, he was rigid with surprise, and then he melted against him, his arms going around him, his mouth opening wide and hot for him. He had just met him days ago and this moment was like a whirlwind. He moved Sean against the wall, anchored his head with a hand on his neck, and used his thigh to spread both of his. Their tongues mated, the way their bodies were trying to.