Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

16-Heart Of Reason Meets Yearning Lust

His voice was the same as the drunken one he had just heard a moment ago. He could hear him breathe and swallow, sometimes shifting on the bed and making rustling sounds with the sheets. It was him after all. It was Zhan that had called him.

"You... must remember me right? After all Hu Li did say that you were new there. Tell me, was i your only client?"

Yibo was silent.

"Right... you don't want to give your identity away.. it's okay. I guess i'll be the only one talking. So uhm... a-after our first time together you ran off remember? Haha~ it was actually pretty cute- although it made me uncertain if you'd be up to the task, ya know? Anyways... so i..."

He clenched his fists as he turned away from the door and walked in. Confidential my ass. Hu Li was all talk at the end wasn't he? With what mind did he even give him his number?

Yibo sighed in frustration as he continued to listen.

"...and that's about that. B-but anyways... uhm... i called to ask you something. But before that... after you didn't visit me again, i wondered if.. our session wasn't satisfactory enough. If i... wasn't enough to satisfy you."

There was no way that was the case. He hadn't visited him again, purely out of guilt and regret. Doing such excessive things to him, like inflicting pain caused by anger was not fair. He didn't know of his identity, let alone of his intentions. It was the complete betrayal of his trust and their friendship. He could not hurt him like that again. He could not go back to being the obsessive, and jealous bastard he was.

Yet his immunity to Zhan's words was as thin as a rope made by cow webs. It could snap almost immediately, making him loose all reason. And he was afraid of that.

"B-but... i just wanted you to know that... i was very satisfied. The time we spent together was... amazing. I... enjoyed every moment of it despite being scared. I... loved that too. I like being scared.. did... you like making me feel weak?"

Yes. He was afraid. Yet, why was he unable to stop himself from listening to him? Why did he enjoy hearing him enjoy the pain he had inflicted? Despite the guilt... why was he so drawn to leaving marks all over his body again?

"I... did."

Zhan's eyes widened as he rolled around the bed and giggled. "You finally spoke. I remember the first time you did also... it was... so deep and.. hot.."

Yibo swallowed as he looked down at his pants. "I wish i could hear it again... won't you let me hear it again?"

His hand then slid down under his pants before grasping his length tightly. He shouldn't be doing this... he should stop.

"I... shouldn't."

Yibo's voice was hoarse and deep, his hand fast at stroking his length, making his pants warm and wet. He reminded himself of the way he had just licked his fingers... the way he had pressed his crotch against his stomach, and how warm his cheek had felt under his palm. He absorbed them all as he stroked even faster.

"Yet you still speak.. haha~ sir? Won't you meet me again? Please meet me again..."

He couldn't. He had promised himself not to, or what would become of him? There was no way he would. No way!!

"No.."

Zhan pouted at his answer. "Won't you really? But i thought you said that you enjoyed it. You... enjoyed having me in your hands. Or was it... a lie? If it was.. i'll be really sad.."