Ode to Joy || Yizhan

Joy 4, rain.

Here they were,

Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo lay together on the cool grass. Their bodies were pressed close, and they were kissing slowly, trying to explore each other. A kiss also filled with tenderness and a growing, urgent desire.

Xiao Zhan's hand moved from Yibo's cheek, sliding down his neck and tracing his collarbone, light and teasing, sending shivers through both of them. His hand came to rest on Yibo's chest, where he could feel the steady, racing heartbeat beneath the fabric, making it clear that another connection was being created here, between them and that was beyond everything else.

Their bodies drew closer, legs entangling, seeking more of each other's warmth as their kiss lasted and lasted.

Yibo suddenly arched into Xiao Zhan's touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips as the kiss deepened. Xiao Zhan's tongue explored gently, drawing soft moans from Yibo's throat, creating a quiet, sensual symphony that filled the night. His hands roamed, grazing over Yibo's sides, feeling the slight shivers that followed. The thin barrier of their clothes only heightened their desire, making them yearn for the feel of skin on skin. Xiao Zhan's hand slipped under Yibo's shirt, fingertips brushing against the warm, smooth skin of his back.

Their kiss continued, unhurried and intense, both of them keeping the eye contact each time an occasion presented itself. It was truly and extremely. Hot.

They were lost in the moment, the world around them fading into nothing. It was just the two of them, wrapped in a quiet, starlit embrace that felt both infinite and fleeting. As they finally pulled back slightly, their lips lingering close, they looked into each other's eyes. The night seemed to hold its breath.

Plic. Ploc. Ploc.

Their sweet and intimate moment was cut short instantly by the feeling of rain dropping on their faces. They both laughed and ran back to Xiao Zhan's car to shelter themselves.

In the hurry, they slammed the doors shut, panting heavily. The rain was now pouring heavily too, they couldn't identify anything through the window now.

Well now it really was awkward. Yibo and Xiao Zhan didn't know how to speak apparently, the never-ending staring consisting of their way of communicating. Xiao Zhan was the exact definition of sublime, with a trace of faint blush on his cheeks and the remaining of bliss adorning his expression. He literally glowed. On the other hand, Yibo had disheveled hair and was also wearing blush on the surface of his cheeks. They were completely lost in each other, gaze full of very deep affection.

Affection? More like adoration actually.

Xiao Zhan started the car, and they took off back to the city. Night was now deeply installed up there, starry this time. Yibo couldn't help but to look at the sky, feeling peaceful, cold breeze gently stroking his face. He frees himself, ready to experience the state of being satiated, comfortable, posed, without overthought, without anxiety. Just good.

After some unknown amount of time, Xiao Zhan pulled through Yibo's quiet neighborhood and Yibo began to stress again. He didn't want to part up ways with Xiao Zhan. He wanted to stay with him for the rest of his life.

Then, everything went super-fast: Xiao Zhan stopping the vehicle in front of Yibo's apartment complex, unbuckling his belt, opening the door, walking toward the passenger seat, opening Yibo's door and taking Yibo's hands in his to help him get out of the engine. Yibo accepted the help. But not gladly this time.

They stood face-to-face.

It seemed like Xiao Zhan was waiting for Yibo to say goodbye, but the younger wasn't capable of it. He laid his head low, forgetting that torrential downpours were sliding on their bodies. A single tear trailing down, mixing with the rain.