Text Me If You Can (YiZhan FF)

No time to waste (EXPLICIT)

Wang Yibo is kissing him, that's all Xiao Zhan can think about. His brain has completely given up trying to make sense of anything, except kissing Yibo back. His lips are softer than Xiao Zhan imagined and he feels so much bigger than he remembers, he thinks as he pulls him closer, his fingers digging into Yibo's back. His mouth falls open in a gasp as Yibo licks his lower lip, wordlessly asking for more, and then Wang Yibo's tongue is in his mouth.

Yibo grabs on to the back of Xiao Zhan's neck, pressing into him, forgetting to be gentle. He couldn't have been even if he tried. It's all too much, it's more than he bargained for, it is everything. When Xiao Zhan's lips open up to him, he can't help but moan as he tastes him, the scent of wine still lingering and overwhelming him. But the scent also brings him back to the present. Oh, he thinks, Zhan-ge has been drinking. A lot.

With a herculean effort, Yibo pulls back and looks Xiao Zhan in the eye. The man's lips are red and wet, and he looks almost comically betrayed. His lips try to follow Yibo's but he pushes him back, his hand on Xiao Zhan's shoulder.

"How much have you had to drink?" He raises an eyebrow. "Is this... Are you okay? With this?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Xiao Zhan grabs Yibo's face and punctuates each word with a kiss. "This is more than okay." When Yibo doesn't kiss him back, he sighs. "Wang Yibo, I am a grown man. I am over six feet tall. I can handle a few glasses of wine."

"It was more than a few glasses," Yibo mumbles as he moves towards Xiao Zhan again, his lips finding the side of his throat, brushing all the way from his ear to the dip of his collarbone.

"Yeah," Xiao Zhan snorts. "But I had to get the taste of vinegar out of my mouth, didn't I?" The dinner party starts to come back to him. This time, he's the one pushing off Yibo. "Wait, what are you doing? What about Yu?"

"You're so stupid, gege. I'm not the 'boy band' guy or whatever." He gently bumps his forehead against Xiao Zhan's. "They were talking about Yu's co-star from his drama." He doesn't say anything about the rumours being true, as that is not his story to tell. "Also," he looks Xiao Zhan squarely in the eyes. "Didn't I say that Yu's my cousin?"

"You sure as fuck did not!" Xiao Zhan smacks Yibo's chest, no real bite behind the blow. He is so relieved that he can hardly process what he's hearing. "So, he is not your boyfriend."

"Ew, ge, stop shipping me with my brother. This is not, like, Game of Thrones." Yibo smirks.

"Shut up," and Yibo promptly shuts him up with his beautiful mouth.

It's only when they bump into the door again and it creaks again, does Xiao Zhan realize that his bedroom is literally a few feet away. He gives Yibo one final, deep, soul-devouring kiss, grabs him by the wrist and all but drags him into the bedroom. Though he hadn't planned to invite anyone into his room tonight, he had tidied up, just in case Yibo wanted to have a private chat. He's thanking his stars, as Yibo looks around the room, that his haphazard laundry piles, sketches of Jianguo and Wang Yibo, and his painting supplies aren't just lying about.

"Nice room," Yibo smirks, raising an eyebrow towards the bottle of lube on his side table, that Xiao Zhan had forgotten to put away.

"Shit!" He rushes over to put it back into one of his dresser drawers but not before Yibo spies his little helper. Um, his Bichen, if you will.

"God damn, ge," Yibo tugs at his waist. "Were you going to seduce me tonight?"

"As if!" Xiao Zhan's lips find Yibo's as though they are drawn together. "I can't believe you're even talking to me right now."

"Ah. Yes. We should probably talk, shouldn't we?" Yibo doesn't stop kissing him, though. "I have wanted to kiss you since our first table read, did you know?" He almost moans. "Since you said 'I'm cultivating a train track' and pouted every time you got it wrong."

"That's funny," Xiao Zhan starts moving towards the bed, wanting to feel Yibo's weight on top of him. "I wanted to kiss you that day too, until you laughed your gremlin laugh and made your little 'subway' jokes."

Yibo laughs, and this time it's one of his chuckles of pure joy. Xiao Zhan stops moving, finally on the bed, with Yibo right on top of him, their chests touching though separated by layers of clothing, their mouths an inch apart. "You were so beautiful, and I was so nervous just looking at you, sitting next to you, that I kept messing up my enunciation."

Yibo brushes Xiao Zhan's hair off his forehead. "Xiao-laoshi is so beautiful himself, why does he need to be nervous?"

"Shut up," Xiao Zhan says again, unable to keep a smile off his lips. "Kiss me, you menace."

And Yibo does. It doesn't take them long until they start to feel over-dressed and over-heated. They take off their shirts, barely able to stop kissing. It's a strange feeling, being skin to skin like that. Something so wonderful should probably be illegal, Xiao Zhan thinks as Yibo begins to kiss and bite him all over. He gasps as Yibo's hand brushes over the front of his pants. Yibo looks up at him and Xiao Zhan nods, his own hands starting to undo Yibo's pants.

Yibo clothed is beautiful. Yibo naked is something close to divine. Xiao Zhan doesn't even process his own nudity as his eyes take in the exquisite specimen that is Wang Yibo.

"Zhan-ge is so fucking beautiful, I don't think I can deal," Yibo says as he nips at his stomach, achingly close to his erection. Well, neither can Xiao Zhan. Deal, that is.

Before he can talk himself out of it, he flips Yibo onto his back, straddling him, his knees pinning Yibo onto the bed. He takes Yibo in his hand, slowly using the wetness beading at the tip of his dick to slowly move his hand up the shaft and find a rhythm. Yibo's eyes close and he starts to breathe faster. Xiao Zhan feels so turned on, seeing Yibo like that, vulnerable and open. He bends down and kisses the tip of Yibo's dick, and is rewarded with a gasp, followed by Yibo's fingers in his hair. Encouraged, he hollows out his mouth and takes in as much of Yibo as he can, wrapping his hands around the rest. He struggles to find a rhythm, not having done this in a while, but soon finds himself matching the breathless moans coming out of Yibo's mouth. He quickens his pace and allows Yibo to grab his head. "Fuck my mouth," it comes out as a moan, and Yibo does just that, his breathing becoming even more ragged.

Xiao Zhan is surprised that his own erection shows no signs of flagging. If anything, the utterly delicious sounds coming from Yibo are going straight to his dick, making him harder. He wants to touch himself but he can't take his hands off Yibo, jerking him off, squeezing his butt, licking him thoroughly. Yibo starts to grunt and push Xiao Zhan away as he gets close. Xiao Zhan keeps his eyes on Yibo as he quickens the pace of his hand and Yibo practically fucks into his fist. When Yibo finally comes, he looks so blissed out that it somehow makes him look even more angelic.

Xiao Zhan reaches over Yibo and grabs a few tissues from the bedside table and quickly cleans them up as best as he can. Yibo catches his lips with his mouth as he comes closer and starts to pull Xiao Zhan over him once again. His hands finds Xiao Zhan's dick, slick with precum, and Yibo begins to jerk him off, his movements slow but measured. Pleasure and torture, all in one. Xiao Zhan grinds against him as Yibo picks up the pace. He's so hard and so close that he has to hide his face in Yibo's shoulder to keep from shouting out. Yibo kisses his neck, biting and licking it, as Xiao Zhan finally shudders to an orgasm.

"Fuck, Wang Yibo," Xiao Zhan exhales. "Be my boyfriend. Fuck me, kiss me, be with me, everyday." Xiao Zhan is delirious, he can't see Yibo's face, but he can't seem to stop talking.

"No." Yibo's voice is gentle.

"Hmm?" Xiao Zhan snuggles closer into Yibo's side. "What's that?"

"No," Yibo lifts Xiao Zhan's chin and looks into his eyes, a smile lurking on the corners of his lips. "No, I won't be your boyfriend."