"It's beautiful, Yibo!" Zhan exclaimed softly when Yibo showed him from below the plateau and the waterfalls that fell into what appeared to be a lake below and continued into the sea. Around the rocks are wildflowers in a variety of colors.
The sea is so clear that even on the shore it is not blurred by the waves hitting the sand. He was standing on the shore. And even at such a shallow level, he could see a small fish circling around his submerged legs. Zhan shrieked and went out of the water. He was greeted by Yibo who came from the rock. Yibo was wearing white cotton shorts and a white shirt. On his hand was a purplish-pink wildflower.
Yibo tucked it behind his ear. "Gusu Island's beauty pales in comparison to you, Zhan." Yibo's eyes surveyed his face with unconcealed admiration. Zhan tried to hold back a smile. "I can't associate poetry with you, Yibo, because I don't think you need that," Zhan said. "You attract others like fish to a bait."
Yibo gave a boyish grin. "No one had been honest enough to give me that kind of compliment. Until now." Zhan eyebrows rose. "Don't pull my leg, Wang. I've been reading articles about you, your association with wom—" Zhan suddenly braked. His eyes wide with embarrassment.
Yibo's grin gave way to a chuckle. "I'm flattered." Zhan shook her head defensively. "That wasn't intentional. It happened when I saw your photo with Ziyi when the scandal-" Zhan stopped in midsentence, Yibo reached him and gently pulled him closer to his body, Zhan was forced to follow until there were only a few inches between the two of them.
"Don't take back what you said," Yibo said huskily. 'There's something between us, Zhan. I don't know what it is but I know it is too powerful to ignore. And I confess my feelings to you. I want you."
Zhan was at a loss for words. Yibo untied the knot of his sarong and he couldn't figure out how to put it back together. Maybe he didn't try harder, because the next thing he knew was that it fell at his feet, in the sand, leaving only his briefs.
The blue eyes feasted his body for a long while before Yibo's hand moved to his chest. Yibo's knuckles touched his nipple ever so lightly, it felt like a rush of wind against his skin. If Yibo just stared at his chest, he would have gotten the same reaction. His nipples responded to the merest breath of stimulation.
Zhan gave a soft gasping sound as something like warm liquid flowed down between his thighs. Then Yibo molded her against him as he claimed his lips. Yibo slid his tongue into his mouth like a sword into its sheath. Yibo's hand continued to feel his chest, stroking, and teasing them.
Yibo pulled him down on the sand while kissing him. He is like a slave to his master. He could feel the rough sand on the part of his back. But it didn't matter. He was dizzy with desire. He pressed himself against Yibo eagerly. Yibo's hands were wrapped in his hair as he responded with a kiss. Waves swished along the shore. It wets his legs. But Zhan doesn't feel that way. Passion as sudden and intense as a tropical storm swept him. His mind was drugged with the scent of Yibo's hair and sun kissed skin. His own heartbeat was deafening him. He knew nothing of his surroundings and care less.
Pagan desire swelled with every touch of Yibo's devastating fingers, with every nip of his teeth, with every burning pressure of his lips against him. "Zhan..."
"Don't stop," Zhan snapped when he felt Yibo's body pull away from him. "I can't, Zhan," Yibo said, his voice thick with passion. "I won't be able to take you now... here..."
Zhan eyes snapped open. The blue eyes were hazy as he gazed down at him. "I've got more finesse than that..."
"No..." Zhan raised his hand over his mouth to stop moaning in extreme embarrassment. He was mortified. Once again, he proved how inferior he is in the eyes of this man. He was a fool to believe the poetic compliment Yibo gave him. He stood up. When Yibo reached for him, he struggled wildly. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me ever again!"
