Let Me Love You

Chapter Two

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS. I REPEAT "MATURE CONTENTS". SO DON'T READ IF ANYONE IS UNDERAGED. YOU ARE WARNED.

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He was sitting on the bed on his side and leaning against the headboard. His lower half was covered up to waist with sheet and his fingers kept fidgeting with it.

At that moment Yibo exited the bathroom clad in nothing but a towel around his hips and his eyes moved to his figure. He found himself ogling at his masculine body.

Rivulets of water ran down his body and his eyes followed them. When they passed down his six pack and disappeared into the towel he swallowed hard. He couldn't believe how he was able to resist such a divine creature. Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve him. 'How did I get this lucky?'

When his eyes moved back up and met with Yibo's knowing ones he smirked and asked, "Like what you see?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Zhan stuttered and looked away, embarrassed for getting caught by him. He bit his lower lip and tried to cool down his heated face.

Yibo just smiled and turned around. It's not the first time for Zhan to see him in nothing but a towel but he still got embarrassed each time for some reason. May be because one time he walked in on him in shower and... Well he didn't have the towel on him either. He laughed without making any sound and shook his head. He wasn't complaining though, he found it cute somehow.

Briskly wiping his wet hair he threw on his trousers. He never wore any shirt or T while sleeping, specially since he had been living with Zhan and sleeping on the same bed. Why? Because he had once said that he loved to sleep in his arms and he loved the warmth his skin provided. So he made sure he slept within his arms every night, of course against his bare chest. And now it's not just him anymore because he also couldn't sleep without having him in his arms.

He pulled the sheets up his chest after getting onto the bed. As he turned to the side he found him staring at him. Smiling he pulled him into his arms and Zhan voluntarily came. Hugging him around the waist Zhan looked up at him.

Yibo ran his fingers through his hair and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why, can't I?" Zhan asked challengingly without breaking eye contact. Though he said that playfully, there was still seriousness in his eyes.

Sighing Yibo said, "You know I didn't mean it like that. It's just whenever you give me that look, I find it hard to control myself. It's hard to resist." '...and it keeps getting harder with time,' he said in his heart which he didn't voice.

As if he heard what he didn't say because he replied after taking a deep breath, "You don't need to resist anymore."

"What?"

"Make love to me, Yibo."

Yibo didn't respond quickly as it took him some time to understand what Zhan said. Then he repeated his question again thinking he had heard wrong, "What did you say?"

"You heard me," was Zhan's reply.

Looking at him he tried to read his face but for the first time couldn't seem to do so. "My love, are you sure? You don't need to force yourself, you know, I can wait-"

"You have waited long enough," Zhan  interrupted, "Besides I'm not forcing myself," he squeezed his hand which was on his cheek, "...really."

Hearing him Yibo locked his eyes with his and after a while kicked the sheets down and quickly hovered over him. Zhan giggled up at him for his sudden action.

Yibo's sharp eyes softened at his laughter and he searched for any hint of hesitation in his eyes but surprisingly found nothing but trust and love for him. It melted his heart. Still holding his eyes with his own he lowered his face till it was a few millimeters away from his.