Wang YiBo decided to propose to his longtime boyfriend, Xiao Zhan, in his unusual but not unwanted way. Yet after a week of being engaged, Wang YiBo disappeared without a trace, leaving Xiao Zhan devastated and heartbroken.
For three years, Xiao Zh...
(Note: For those who have not read my smut before, skip! Scroll past the first section/italics, then read from there. I'm kinda in a funk.. so the chapter didn't turn out how I planned it.)
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One Month Later
Xiao Zhan POV
Wang YiBo was an aspiring writer when I first met him five years ago. At first, he was too embarrassed to let me read his books. Having read some of his writings, I didn't understand his reluctance. Until that one day he forgot to put away his laptop. After reading the chapter he was currently writing, I could understand his embarrassment and his hesitation.
My freaking boyfriend writes adult literature. Erotica. Smut.
How shameless of him!
Oh how I laughed and laughed until his ears turned red, yet I continued to laugh my ass off until he yanked off his tie then turned me onto my stomach. Before I realized what he was trying to do, my hands were bound behind my back.
"YiBo!" I exclaimed, my chest still wheezing with laughter. Then that laughter turned into a grunt as he pushed me onto my side and proceeded to undo my belt. "YiBo! What are you doing?" Shock—and excitement—ripped through me like a wild lightning storm. I could feel my shaft hardening and I let out a moan when he slipped his hand inside my boxers to cup my erection.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I tried to tame the orgasm looming just beneath the surface. After reading his shameless smut, I was so fucking horny I didn't know if I could hold on for much longer! I wanted what his characters had, that profound connection sexual intimacy can bring to a relationship. The melding of not only the heart and mind, but of the body.
But going the full nine yards was scary, especially when we were both gun-shy about starting a new relationship. Our past experiences were not so rosy. Mine especially. So, aside from the foreplays and the blowjobs we gave to each other these past five months, we have not gone any further than that.
But this time... This time I did not want him to stop.
"YiBo, please!" I moaned helplessly while pushing my erection into his teasing hand. "Don't stop, please? Not this time! I need you inside me. Pleaseeee!"
Suddenly, he leaned over and whispered darkly, "Don't move."
Before I could say anything, he loosened my belt and pulled until my cock appeared over the top of my pants, then buried his face in my groin. I grunted as heat bloomed in my nether region and all I could do was lay there while he pleasured me with his mouth, his wicked tongue, and even on occasion, his teeth. It was decadent. Sinful.
"Bo-di," I whined while trying to shift my hips forward. This seemed to be a recurring thing with me, this begging and whining, but I loved it. "Fuck, Bo-di!" I wanted to feel his throat squeezing me until I died that petite mort everyone always talked about.
