Let Me Love You

Chapter Three

MATURE CONTENTS AHEAD SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
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He opened his eyes when the soft ray of sun hit them. Looking down he found him sleeping peacefully in his chest. A smile came to his lips. He still couldn't believe that he had made love to the love of his life last night. Not once but four times and Zhan didn't seem to dislike the idea. Moreover he was expecting to be pushed away by him at any moment but not even once did he do that. On the contrary he pulled him even closer and held on to him tightly. He wondered what made him fearless suddenly. Then he recalled what he had said last night.

"...but it's with you and I know that I'll be fine."

It swelled his heart with happiness. He looked down at the beauty in his arms. He was sleeping like a baby. Tentatively with the tip of his fingers he pushed away his fringes from his forehead. Leaning down he pressed his lips on it but before long he pulled away. Not wanting to wake him up he left the bed and entered the bathroom to take a shower. He was glad that today was weekend. After showering he left the room and entered the kitchen to make breakfast.

Being in a good mood he started to hum and cooked for them both. After finishing he arranged the food in a tray and walked into the room. Finding him still asleep he kept the tray on the vanity table and walked towards his bed.

Zhan was facing away and the his movements had somehow revealed his back down to his waist. His smooth white skin was marred with his marks. The view stirred something within Yibo and he swallowed hard. 'It's just been a couple of hours. How come I still want him so bad?' He mused.

He was pulled out of his reverie when Zhan groaned and turned around. Walking up to him he kneeled on the carpeted floor and leaned towards the sleeping figure.

Caressing his cheeks lightly he whispered, "My love, won't you get up?"

He opened his eyes very slowly and reluctantly. Peaking on his nose Yibo said, "Good morning sleepy head," with a tender smile.

"Morning," Zhan gave him a lazy smile. "What time is it?" he asked.

"10," he replied sitting on the bed after getting off the floor.

He tried to sit up but groaned when it hurt to move. "You OK?" Yibo asked in concern.

"Yeah, just sore," he trailed off, his cheeks grew red.

Yibo couldn't help but grinned at that causing Zhan to scowl at him. He pretended to be angry and smacked his arm, "Who's the cause of it, huh?"

"Well you didn't seem to hate it," he replied matter-of-factly.

"That doesn't mean you need to do it four times, four fucking times."

Chuckling he leaned in and kissed his forehead, "OK, I'm sorry. It's just I couldn't resist when it's you," his voice sincere.

That seemed to placate him and he bit down his lower lip to stop himself from blushing.

Smiling Yibo went and brought the tray to the bed.

With wide eyes Zhan asked, "You made breakfast?"

Nodding Yibo cut a piece of pancake and brought it up to his lips coaxing him to open up with his eyes.

With a smile he took a bite and moaned in approval. He took the other fork from the tray and brought a piece to Yibo's lips who gladly ate. They fed each other and after finishing everything Yibo left the tray on the vanity table.

Zhan was having a hard time getting out of bed and he quickly walked up to him and scooped him up in his arms.

"Bathroom?" he offered his help.