In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
Your kiss is a sin, Your scent is alluring, But combine both, They're seductive.
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Wang Yibo's POV:
"You're here" he smiles as he enters the room. I turn to look at him and my heartbeats falter. Dressed in casual jeans and white tee, can someone look this edible?
"How did you know?" I ask out of curiosity and he chuckles softly "Bo Di, you have this alluring scent. There is a saying 'Moths are always attracted to light' I am a moth who is attracted to the light."
"Zhan Ge" I tease "are you saying I am the light you're attracted to?"
"Are you saying, I am just a mere moth in your life?" He retorts and smirks as I laugh "I like to hear you laugh, it's very calming".
Oh dear.
Clearing my throat, I walk in front of him, cupping his cheeks, I dare to close the distance between us and place a gentle kiss on his forehead. He beams and I smile. Thumbing his mole, I step back "and the presence of you, brings meaning to my life" I reply.
A light tint of pink colours his cheeks and I grin. So he can blush too.
"Bo Di, if you think you're sweet words would make me forget the promise you made last night, forget it. Come on, I want to hear you play"he pouts and I laugh. Threading our fingers together, I walk him to the bench next to the Piano.
"Ready" I whisper and my thoughts flow through the keys. How time flies, I have no idea but when I open my eyes, it's already been an hour since I started playing.
The silence that engulfs us, makes me seek Zhan Ge and if the expression on his face is anything to be proud of, then I have won the Grammy's.
"Bo Di" he clears his throat "that was... beautiful is not even a word. That simply touched my soul" he whispers and my heart blossoms under his praise.
"Zhan Ge?"
"Hm?"
"I need a prize!" I smirk when he looks at me questioningly.
"I don't remember that we decided on any prize but having said that, you really made me happy" he grins "name it".
I look around and for some reason, my eyes does not leave the Chinese Bamboo flute placed at the end of the cabinet.
"I want to hear you play the flute" I request and he looks surprise.
"You want me to play the flute?" He enquires but before I could answer, he takes measured steps towards the cabinet by the wall and slowly takes out the flute.
"This belonged to my great grandfather" he caresses the instrument and smiles fondly, it's been quite a while, since I last played, so might sound rustic" he places the flute on his succulent lips and the first tune that he plays, hits me right in my heart. It's burning.
Clutching my chest, I absorb each and every note, his lips, his seduction, his grace. Without a second thought, I walk upto him and the next moment, I push him against the wall, pinning his hands above his head, I capture his neck with my other hand and kiss him. His gasp satisfies me and feeling the warmth of them, I cherish the moment.
Backing away slowly, I look at him and I am about to apologize for my behavior, when he places the flute on the cabinet, pulls my collar towards him and slams me against the wall. Shocked by the force of his desire, my own takes over when his mouth seeks mine and he bites my lip.
He tugs my hair and demands more entrace, I open my mouth and his tongue seeks its mate. His fingers trails through my black, clutches my shirt and pulls me even closer. Pressing our lower halves together, the friction causes both of us to moan.
Frenzy, our desires peak, I moan again and he slams me against the wall, I arch and clutch his hair when he bites my lips again.
Moaning into his lips, I gasp at our friction when he suddenly breaks away.
Panting and struggling, I mewl when he leaves the comfort. He chuckles and kisses my lips softly.
His voice is coarse "We need to stop now Bo Di, this" he pants "is neither the place nor the time to take you"
Take me? Oh!
"Leave before I" he laughs embarrassed "I'll meet you tomorrow" he takes the flute and places it under his lips, but before he begins to play, I pick up my bag and look at him "what makes you think, you can take me?" I challenge him.
He and smirks mischievously "Oh Bo Di, I will. I always will" he winks and plays the first tune and I sprint from the room.
I don't think I can survive another seduction tonight.
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