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...
A love so toxic, Makes my heart beat, With every caress of your fingers, Is like a wet dark treat.
Your pleasures are mine, So are your moans, With every contours of your body, Is a prayer to behold.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
Pinning me against the wall, he ravages my mouth. As he scratches my bare skin, he whispers "It's been a long time" he bites my lips and I let go. The dark pleasure takes over my senses, pushing him against the wall, I command "Hands off, they are mine" and he gasps "we need to leave before we're caught". I turn to pick up my bag, locking the door behind us, I pull him towards the parking area.
Finding an abandoned spot, he pushes me against the wall and bites my skin below my ear and I moan his name.
It's been too long.
I am burning for him, just as I am about to unzip him, a car drives by us and we realise what we're doing.
We stop and my heart melts when I hear him laugh.
Placing my head on his shoulders, I question "please don't tell me they saw us?". He kisses the top of my head and kneads my hair "I don't think they saw our face, but they did know we were being naughty" at that I chuckle softly.
"Bo Di" I whisper "you test my restraint, sweet man" I kiss him softly.
"I missed you" he hugs me and we stand there, embracing eachother in that quiet solitude "would you like to have dinner with me?" He enquires and I nod. "Ready to hop on my bike?" He questions and after a pause, I cup his face "if it's with you, then million times yes".
Tugging me to his parking space, I wait for him to mount his bike and then with some help, I cling onto his back and we're on our way.
The cool air of the evening, heightens the sensation, feeling his flat abs under my palm, I caress them soyft and can hear his faint gasp.
A moment later, he whispers "we're here". Taking my hand, he guides me to what I can guess is a restaurant.
"Bo Di" I tease him as we're seated "it's rude to take me out for dinner without asking me on a date".
"Zhan Ge" I hear him smile "you're mine, but alright I'll still ask, would you go out on a date with me?".
'You're mine' the word resonates within my soul. It's indeed warm to hear someone call you theirs.
