Synergism

Chapter 13 - Epilogue

5 years later

            Yibo felt so full with Zhan inside of him.  He wrapped his legs around Zhan to pull him in closer. 

            "You good?" Zhan asked him. 

            Yibo could tell Zhan was restraining himself, trying not to move in fear of hurting him, or maybe it was because... With an evil glint in his eye Yibo bucked his hips and clenched around Zhan.

            "Fuck," Zhan gasped.  "D-Don't ... you're going to make me come."

            It was as Yibo suspected.  All their foreplay had Zhan on the edge and now he just needed a little push.  "Isn't that the point of all this, babe?"  Using the strength of his core and legs he flipped their positions.  Zhan had slipped out of him, but Yibo repositioned and slid down his shaft causing them both to let out a loud groan. 

            "But you need," Zhan started to say.

            He already found a rhythm he knew Zhan liked.  "If you come first then you can suck me off after.  You know how much I love having your mouth around my dick."  He gasped the last word when Zhan thrust up at the perfect angle.  Maybe it wasn't going to take much for him to come either, Yibo realized.  Another thrust and Yibo felt the familiar tensing in his groin. "Fuck babe... As much as I want to fuck your mouth, I think I can come just like this."

            The sounds coming from Zhan were feuling him, pushing him to ride Zhan faster. When Zhan threw back his head to expose the length of his beautiful neck, Yibo dipped down to suck a mark onto the marble whiteness.

            The pleasure etched on Zhan's face was nearly enough to drive Yibo over the edge, but he was determined to make Zhan come first. He could feel the stutter of Zhan's hip thrusts, breaking their controlled rhythm as he neared his climax. It wasn't long before Zhan cried out his name, jerking spasmodically beneath him, and Yibo milked him through his climax by clenching tightly as his own orgasm hit. 

An hour later they were still lying lazily in bed.  "I hate to break it to you but it's almost 11 and we need to get our asses to the office before Jason and K kill us," Zhan said, sitting up.

            "They can wait," Yibo pouted, wrapping his arms around Zhan pulling him back down to lie in his arms.  "I want to hold you for a little longer." 

            Zhan sighed and Yibo knew it was one of content and not impatience as the other melted into his arms.  The next four weeks would be challenging and they would have very little private time or space to do this.  In truth neither of them wanted to leave the warmth and comfort of their bed and each other's arms.

            "The world is so lucky to have you," Yibo said.  He ran his hand over Zhan's bare back and then settled it on his hip.     

            "Us," Zhan corrected.  "They're lucky to have us.  And we're lucky to have each other."

            Yibo smiled at Zhan's words and didn't reply.  He threw a leg over Zhan's and thought back to where they were five years ago, and indeed, he felt extremely lucky to be where they were now.  

            "No words?" Zhan exclaimed, feigning shock.  "What's this?  The great Yibo Wang has nothing to say?  No snide comment about how I lucked out in having such a gorgeous man in my bed?"

            "Gorgeous and sexy," Yibo said, huffing like he was offended. 

            "Oh yes, sorry, I forgot sexy," Zhan laughed.