Filled With Intoxicating Love (English Version )

Chapter 35- After Glow S*x

Narrator's POV

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Xiao Zhan smiles and starts to move. He rides Yibo in slow, grinding circles, taking it all in, simply enjoying himself without chasing anything further for the moment. He’s going to enjoy this as long as Yibo will let him, until it’s too much to string each other out along a brilliant precipice.

“Ahh,” Xiao Zhan sighs out, getting his thighs under him and really starting to rock, not faster but up and down to the point he can feel the slide of Yibo’s cock enter and leave him. He shudders, head tipping back again. That’s it, that’s exactly what he wants to linger on, over and over.

“Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Yibo’s voice is a rasp. His hands stroke up and down Xiao Zhan where he’s already starting to sweat from the cuts of his iliac crests to perspiration breaking out along the lines of his ribs. It never seems to bother Yibo.  Xiao Zhan thinks again, and rides him faster as Yibo tweaks his nipples and teases them with the pads of his thumbs.

“So good,” Xiao Zhan says, barely aware of what he’s saying. He’s in a dream, a very good dream. He only dreams of Yibo when they’re apart, never when they’re sleeping side by side in the same bed.

“I need…Captain ah…” He bites his lip and tenses his thighs, rocking slower, feeling the pull and give of his body taking Yibo inside.

“It’s okay to be needy Babe,” Yibo says, touching the side of his face, sliding his hand down from his neck to hover on his chest above his heart.

“I want you to tell me when you need things. I need to know it’s not just me.”

Xiao Zhan can’t help the tears that spring up, but he refuses to release them.

“How did you…” He chokes, shakes his head, and tries again.

“I’m so careful not to say anything.”

Yibo puts his head to one side. He arches his back a little; fucks up into him harder.

“I listen for what you don’t say, too.”

Xiao Zhan laughs, breathless. He matches Yibo’s press up into him, working himself on his cock faster. The curl in his gut, the tightening of his belly, tells him that he really wants to come. He shakes his head, hooking his fingers at Yibo’s nape and rolling his hips, crying out as Yibo speeds up again, making their bodies slap together.

“No, let me, let me,” Xiao Zhan insists as Yibo’s stomach muscles tense, and he shifts in that familiar way that lets Xiao Zhan know he’s preparing to roll him onto his back.

“I need this. I need to take care of you.”

He cups Yibo’s face between his eyes, making full eye contact.

Yibo’s mouth twitches into a smile.

“For me,” Xiao Zhan adds, in case it’s not clear.

“I need to make you feel good.”

Yibo’s mouth curves even more. He looks a little tired but a lot smug.

“That does it for you, huh?”

“Mn-hmm,” Xiao Zhan sighs out his agreement, working himself faster on Yibo’s cock. That glorious good feeling is spreading out, stretching along his limbs, lighting him up from the inside.

He’s fucking himself on Yibo’s cock, and he’s making him feel good, and it’s making Xiao Zhan feel…fulfilled.

Not just filled, though there’s that, too.

He alternates the way Yibo likes it, the slow, deep, barely-moving rocks followed by fast and hard.

He reaches for his own cock to take himself in hand. Normally, Yibo would bat him away, take his wrist and hold his hand off to the side while he fists him in his big shapely hand until Xiao Zhan comes all over himself. This time, Yibo lets him pull on his own cock, watching him with a barely flushed face and glittering eyes, pushing up every now and then but otherwise letting him take care of him.

When Yibo’s eyes close and his head thunks back against the headboard and his hips spasm up, Xiao Zhan knows he’s close. He puts both hands to Yibo’s waist and holds on, tensing his thighs and clenching down around him. He lifts and drops so fast and hard his muscles start to burn, and he’s definitely sweating by the time Yibo stiffens and cries out beneath him.

Only then does Xiao Zhan relax, half collapsing across his chest, hand absent-mindedly finding his own cock again. He almost doesn’t need it. He’s happy to make Yibo feel this good.

Yibo’s hand closes around his, and together they bring him off.

They lie entangled, panting, heartbeats slowing to synchronicity. Xiao Zhan knows he should get up, grab some towels, and wipe them down. He doesn’t particularly feel like moving right now.

“I need you to stay right here,” Yibo says suddenly into his ear, as if reading his thoughts.

“Just for a little while longer, okay?”

Xiao Zhan smiles and relaxes.

“Okay Babe,” he whispers back.

“I can do that.” He plays a hand down Yibo’s ribs, finding and wiping away a streak of come.

This is all right, Xiao Zhan thinks as the contentedness of the afterglow makes a home in the hollowed-out parts of him that wait for the next time, and the next. This is enough.