At The Edge Of The World | YiZhan ✓

Part 25

Having confronted his father without looking at his face was one thing, but having landed him in jail without an explanation was another. In reality, he could care less for what he would have to go through as long as he'd face the consequences of his actions.

And that thought was calming to the mind alone, making him disregard the past memories of his father completely. He had ruined his life just as he had done to him, and now was above the man he had been desiring for the longest. If only he'd see them both in this position, he knew for a fact that he'd be making the most disgusted face. But he thrived through the thought of having gone against him, letting his lips form a smile. 

"What are you smiling about?" Yibo asked, his legs stretched wide open on the ground while Zhan continued thrusting inside him. "Just imagining the face my father would make if he saw us like this-!" 

Yibo moaned with a hitch as he suddenly hit his sweet spot, his body almost melting from the pleasure. "F-fuck.. he c-can cry about it then!" Zhan chuckled as he watched him yell his words out in a shivering scream, behind it, a hint of his lewd moans. To appreciate his sounds and beauty more, he slowly came to a halt and held his chin in his hand. "W-why did you stop.." 

Zhan smiled while his eyes watched him dearly. "I was just thinking about how pretty you are... so fucking pretty." Yibo swallowed as their eyes met, unable to hold back the need to have him in his arms. He knew what he had said had awaked something deep inside him but he could no longer bother to contemplate about it as he reached out to pull him in. 

As he held him in his arms Zhan's heart started to beat only faster, making it nearly impossible for him to conceal the sounds. So they continued to only grow louder, which caused Yibo to smile heartily. His heart felt full, but he was not ready to admit that. Not now, and not yet. But he knew not to be the opposite of it either. 

"Your heart is really bad at being discrete... unlike you." Zhan blushed, now looking into his eyes once more. "It knows what I feel.." 

Yibo's expression saddened as he watched Zhan's lips move to speak once again, letting him know and expect what he was about to state. Maybe he should've stopped him then, but it had been nowhere near possible to do so, as his heart had wished for him to speak. What his mind wanted seemed unimportant while the beating red plump of flesh took the lead. 

"I love you... Wang Yibo. I really do." Yibo's eyes watered at those words. At those words which had been spoken like the spreading fragrance of roses and the falling rain from the skies. They had been the most beautiful melody he had heard of, letting his heart overflow from the sweet taste of the man before him. 

He wanted to say something too yet couldn't. No matter how much he'd tried and no matter how many times he'd opened his mouth, the words just wouldn't come out, but instead, the warm tears which he had been trying so hard to hold back. 

Yet all Zhan did was to continue smiling whilst holding him in his tender grip. "Don't cry. I can take the hit." Knowing very well of what he meant, he hugged him once more and rubbed his tears onto the side of his neck. "Idiot..." 

Zhan bit his lip while his brows furrowed, feeling relieved that he couldn't see the face he was making now. 

So without another thought, he suddenly flipped him over and pressed onto his waist. "Now be a good boy and raise your ass." Yibo gasped at the suddenness of his actions, yet unable to resist anyways. So he arched his back while the latter thrusted in once more. 

The night continued like so until the next morning, both having fallen asleep inside each other's' arms. Yet when Yibo woke up, he couldn't find Zhan beside him.