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...
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The warmth of your soul,
Fades my pain away. In the world of millions, Its only for you this heart stays.
In my life of darkness, You're the resolute, You're the melody, The tune of my flute.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
"You're crying?" He wipes my tears away and kisses my nose "I like you, Zhan Ge" he kisses my lips softly. Breathing him in, I fill up my heart with a future I dare to dream with him in.
"Let's get you cleaned up" I say and my voice is coarse which surprises me. Moving away from the bed, I pull his hand gently when he pulls me back.
"What?" I enquire and he remains silent "Bo Di?"
"Um, I am naked. I am searching for my clothes or a blanket" oh I'm sure he must be blushing and I grin.
"Why do you want to cover yourself? If you're shy that I am going to see you, well we can safely say that won't be the case" I laugh as he shouts "Zhan Ge!"
Tugging his hand, I pull him to me and I slowly take him to my shower room. I test the waters of the overhead shower and once am satisfied, I pull him inside.
"Zhan Ge" he yelps as our bodies flush against the warm water sluicing over us. His breathing is hot against my skin as my lips find his wet warm neck and unable to control, I bite him there. "Zhan Ge" he moans. Grinning, I repeat my assault at the other side of the neck too. He involuntarily humps against me, when I bite him again.
His moans are filled with lust and cocoons me as this fog filled room. Banging him gently against the glass door, I pin his hands above his head and the friction between our bodies is frenzied. Hurried and carnal is what I would call our momentous glory as we come together.
