Please choose me ( Yizhan )

What can be worst than this ?

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"Did you miss me?" Yibo smiled, his voice soft and teasing. He took Zhan’s hand and placed it on his dick.

Zhan said nothing. His fingers were shaking a little, but he did not move away.

"You are acting different," Yibo said. He pulled Zhan’s t-shirt up and took it off.

Zhan jumped a little but did not stop him.

Yibo touched Zhan’s lips with his fingers, moving slowly. "Nothing bad has happened yet," he whispered. His dark eyes watched Zhan. "Just say you were wrong, and everything will be like before." His voice sounded a little scary.

Zhan waited for a moment, then gave a small nod.

That was enough for Yibo. He kissed Zhan hard. His arms held Zhan’s waist and pulled him close. The kiss started soft but soon became rough. Yibo’s tongue moved inside Zhan’s mouth, not giving him time to think.

Zhan made a small sound and held Yibo’s hair. He held on tightly. But Yibo thought it meant Zhan wanted more.

He bit Zhan’s lower lip. Zhan gasped. Yibo kissed him again, deeper. The room was quiet except for their fast breathing and the sound of their lips.

Slowly, Yibo kissed Zhan’s ear. He whispered something, but it was too soft to hear. Then, without warning, he kissed Zhan’s neck. His lips were warm and wet.

Zhan shook. His breathing was fast and unsteady. But Yibo did not stop. He sucked on Zhan’s neck, then bit him, leaving a mark.

Zhan made a soft, broken sound. "Ugh… ahhh… umm… umm… huh…" His chest moved up and down quickly. He held Yibo tighter.

Yibo smiled against his skin. "That’s it… just relax," he whispered. Then he kissed Zhan’s neck again. His hands moved over Zhan’s body, holding him like he was his.

Yibo trailed wet kisses down Zhan’s neck, slowly moving lower until he reached his soft chest. Without hesitation, he started sucking and licking aggressively, as if his life depended on it.

Zhan moaned, his body moving in rhythm with the pleasure. He could feel both excitement and embarrassment, but it was clear that Yibo was feeling even more pleasure than him.

Zhan’s lower body reacted instantly, standing hard against Yibo.

"Just from sucking and licking, you’re already like this?" Yibo teased, pointing at Zhan’s reaction with a smirk.

Before Zhan could answer, Yibo kissed him again, his hands moving lower to give him even more pleasure.

Zhan was already a mess, his body drowning in pleasure, but Yibo didn’t stop. His hand moved up and down, making the heat between them even stronger.

The whole room was filled with their scent, the heavy mix of pheromones making the air thick.

Suddenly, Yibo felt something warm hit his stomach. A sticky liquid.

Zhan had released.

Yibo touched it with his index and middle fingers, bringing them close to his face. He sniffed slightly, then smirked.

"It smells really sweet," he said.

Hearing that, Zhan’s face turned red with embarrassment.

Yibo chuckled before licking his fingers. "I wonder… if this is so sweet, how sweet would your hole be?"