1975 ➥ yizhan | bjyx

🖇️ | chapter three

⚠️ smut warning!

When morning came, Xiao Zhan blinked, trying to adjust to the light of day. As his eyes fully opened, he found himself locked in Yibo's gaze, who was already awake, his eyes tracing every detail of his face as if he were the most beautiful masterpiece in the world.

Xiao Zhan's heart raced, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. When he realized that his shirt was nowhere to be found, he pulled the blanket up to cover his chest, his movements quick and flustered.

"Good morning, love," Yibo's voice was low and deep.

"G... Good morning..." Xiao Zhan replied, his voice barely above a whisper, trembling under the intensity of Yibo's gaze.

"Why are you hiding?" he asked, his voice soft, "You were in my arms all night like that, no need to be shy now."

Xiao Zhan's breath hitched when he heard Yibo's words. His blush deepen. He tried to avert his eyes, but Yibo's presence, the way he spoke, the way he looked at him—it all held him captive.

Unable to bear it anymore, Xiao Zhan gave Yibo's arm a light, playful slap.

"Stop laughing! And stop looking at me too, I must look awful with... with all these marks on me..." His voice trailed off into a soft murmur, lips trembling.

In an instant, Yibo's expression darkened, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a fierce protectiveness. His hand slid up to Xiao Zhan's waist, pulling him closer with force. The sudden movement made the oldest gasp as he looked into his boyfriend's eyes.

Yibo's face was inches from his now, his breath warm against his skin.

"Don't ever say that again," His voice was rough, filled with an intensity that made Xiao Zhan's heart pound in his chest. "You're beautiful, Zhan-ge. The most beautiful human I've ever seen. And nothing, no one, could ever change that."

Then, with tenderness, Yibo brushed his lips against Xiao Zhan's forehead, "I'm the luckiest man alive to be yours and to call you mine," he whispered, his voice soft.

Xiao Zhan's hands trembled as they found their way to Yibo's chest, gripping onto him as if he were the only thing keeping him grounded. The fear, the insecurity—they were still there, but with Yibo so close, they seemed distant.

In agreement, their lips sealed, the kiss sweet and pleasurable. Xiao Zhan melted against Yibo and let him take control as he sighed at ease. But then, he suddenly realized something and he stopped the kiss.

"Your..Your father.."

"Don't worry, he won't come back. It's already been three months since he left and I haven't seen him again." Yibo explained without any emotions.

Xiao Zhan only nodded and sealed again their lips togheter.

It was as if yesterday's event had never happened and they were living their best life. Well, as far as Xiao Zhan was concerned, he knew that by Yibo's side he could forget everything. The proof was there: he wasn't thinking about his mother, or the young man who'd been mistreated.

Quickly, the kiss they were sharing turned into something else. The initially gentle, calm kiss soon became a feverish, tension-filled one...

"Ah, Yibo..." He sighed.

"Zhan-ge... Can I ?" Yibo asked against his ear, his mouth gradually moving down to his neck.

Xiao Zhan bit his lip and, knowing what his boyfriend wanted, nodded. He needed to clear his mind and, above all, to feel close to him. So yes, he could. Yibo could do whatever he wanted with him. As long as he stayed by his side.