Yibo was in the playroom, circling around and looking at his body in the mirrors that were all around him. It pleased him what he saw and he beamed really happy about the view. Since he is back home and in Zhan's and Lana's loving care, he has gained some weight again and his body looks more defined, especially in two places like his abs and his butt.

Yibo was especially proud of his butt, which really showed off in his new jeans. Looking like a well-shaped peach, Yibo thought. Not too big and not too small. And definitely very much to Zhan's liking, as he knew all too well, since Zhan kept grabbing his butt over the past few days and couldn't get enough of marveling at how great it looked and felt.

Yibo thought that Zhan would probably have become addicted to Yibo by now at the latest, if he hadn't been for a long time anyway and probably had been since the beginning. A thought that made Yibo grin. Because he loves how little Zhan can resist him and how shiny Zhan's eyes get when he looks at Yibo's naked body.

It had always been important to Yibo to look good and keep his body fit and defined. For himself, for his job as an escort and for his goal to make a career in show business. For this he gladly did without some things. Because good and healthy food is not cheap. And also the membership in the fitness studio has cost him a lot of money every month.

But now he has not worked as an escort for a long time and his desire to make a career in show business is no longer just a wish. His career has just begun. Which is why he has to take care of his body all the more now. But when he looks at himself in the mirror, he doesn't think about his career, but about how much he likes himself and how much he wants to please Zhan.

More and more often he catches himself thinking that he really only wants to be with Zhan and have his peace. In the past he had used his job as an escort to combine his hobby, dancing, with it and loved nothing more than spending the night in clubs, but today he just wanted to spend the evening at home at Zhan's side and have fun with him alone.

He also began to wonder more and more if he really still wanted to be in show business. He still loves to dance. But, does he still want to do it in public? Does he really want to be recognized by complete strangers on the street? Does he really want to stand on a stage somewhere on a regular basis? He was no longer sure.

The only thing he knows for sure is that he has been back home for four weeks now and can't imagine anything better than spending every free minute with Zhan. There were even days during these four weeks when Yibo preferred to go with Zhan to his company and help him with his work, rather than going to the dance academy to follow his dance training.

And again and again Yibo had to think about the fact that Zhan had once offered him to become his personal assistant. And still Zhan didn't have a new assistant. So he needed someone new. And even though Yibo had never done such a job before, he was sure he could do it. He could work alongside Zhan and support him.

Could it be that over the 6 months Yibo had been on tour, his desires and goals had changed? Was that why he still hadn't made an appointment with the American manager? Was that why he hadn't accepted any more offers to perform? Was he perhaps just becoming aware that not only he, but also his future plans had changed permanently?

When Zhan came into the playroom and saw Yibo looking at himself in the mirrors, he walked up to Yibo, put his arms around him and his hands on his butt, and kneaded his tight butt cheeks with a grin. "Such a great feeling." He marveled again.

Yibo grinned, clasping his hands on Zhan's and said, "Feel free to grip harder, I like it." Then he kissed Zhan and moaned softly as he actually kneaded his butt cheeks harder.

"Too bad we can't keep going. I have to leave for work right now. Want me to drop you off at the dance academy first?"

Yibo shook his head. "No, I want to come with you. I want to work with you again today. May I?"

Zhan frowned for a brief moment, but then finally nodded and said with a smile, "Of course you may. I can certainly use your help." He had been sensing for nearly two weeks that Yibo was having doubts about his future plans at the moment. But he didn't want to approach him about it, didn't want to pressure him, and let Yibo figure out what he wanted on his own at his own leisure.

Yibo cheered happily. "Okay, I'm just going to put on a suit real quick. I'll be ready in a minute." He said excitedly and stormed out of the playroom and into the bedroom. Zhan followed him slowly, watching him as he changed. "Do you like what you see?" He wanted to know from Zhan.

"Oh yes, very much so. I love this sight."

Yibo took off his boxers and spun once in a circle in front of Zhan. Zhan couldn't take his eyes off him even for a millisecond, which of course didn't go unnoticed by Yibo, so he spun in a circle once more before walking naked towards Zhan and giving him a more than sensual kiss.

"What are you up to?" Zhan asked him, breathing heavily and barely able to think of anything other than just grabbing Yibo, throwing him on the bed and wanting to pounce on him.

Yibo, however, did not answer. He instead took Zhan's hands, put them on his butt and then put his hands on Zhan's cheeks, pulled his face closer to him and kissed him with an incredible passion that he knew Zhan would not be able to resist.

Zhan had gripped his butt cheeks tightly and was kneading them. His soft moans, suppressed by Yibo's kiss, told Yibo that Zhan had given up his resistance, if there ever was any. He slowly, one by one, undid the buttons on Zhan's shirt. He would have loved to just rip open his shirt. But that only works in movies and not in real life and with tailored shirts, as Yibo knew by now.

As Zhan took off his own jacket and then his shirt, Yibo asked him with a grin, "And the office?"

Zhan shook his head, "What office?" He asked, kissing Yibo's neck. Yibo grinned and undid the button of Zhan's trousers. And as he slid his hand down Zhan's pants and to his stiff cock, Zhan sucked hard on his neck, leaving a big red mark.

"More." Yibo demanded of him. And Zhan gave him 3 or 4 more hickeys before moving on to Yibo's neck, kissing.

Yibo pulled Zhan's trousers down and got on his knees in front of him. He licked and kissed his way down the length of Zhan's stiff cock before taking it into his mouth and beginning to suck his cock. Groaning, Zhan held onto the wall with one hand, stroking through Yibo's hair with the other.

"Damn, that feels so incredibly good." Moaned Zhan loudly. Yibo grinned and slid his mouth over Zhan's cock until it almost touched his throat. And he did that several times in a row, until he moved to a faster pace and Zhan found it harder and harder not to come in Yibo's mouth right away.

While Yibo sucked Zhan's cock, the latter prepared his anus himself, moaning as he fingered himself. Zhan watched him do this and could see exactly what Yibo was doing through the mirror in the bedroom. And that drove his lust to almost immeasurable levels.

Finally, Zhan could stand it no longer. He pulled Yibo up to him, grabbed with his hands his ass, kissed him hard and again and again they exchanged French kisses. Taking both their stiff cocks in his hand, he masturbated them before carrying Yibo to the bed after three or four minutes and laying him on it.

Zhan took some lube, put it on his cock and the rest on Yibo's pinky, then lay on top of him and slowly penetrated him. "Faster ZhanZhan." Yibo demanded of him. "Penetrate me faster. Go ahead." And Zhan pushed his cock into him in one go. "Yeah, that's it. Now fuck me ZhanZhan."

Yibo's lust nearly exploded when he felt Zhan inside him. He moaned loudly, gripping Zhan's back tightly with both hands, scratching him lightly and biting his neck. Not so hard that it would be painful for Zhan, but not exactly gentle either.

Zhan flipped Yibo around onto his stomach, pulled his butt up and penetrated him from behind. He took Yibo fast and hard while Yibo watched everything in the mirror while masturbating. "Keep going, keep going. It feels so good. Yes, fuck me hard ZhanZhan." He commanded. He moaned faster and faster, more chaotic and louder, and came. "Don't stop."

"Don't worry baby." Replied Zhan and laid on top of Yibo. He took him very fast. Then he knelt behind Yibo again, kneading his round butt cheeks as he continued to take him fast and hard. "God, your butt cheeks are made for me. So beautiful and full." Said Zhan admiringly, stroking them once gently with both hands.

"All... ah yes... just for you... ahhh fuck that feels good." Yibo replied with a moan.

Zhan slumped down on the bed next to Yibo and took him from the side in the spooning position. He took Yibo slower now, more sensitive, stroking him over his chest and abs. Again and again Yibo turned his head around to face him and they kissed each other. "I love you so much." Zhan whispered in his ear.

"I love you too ZhanZhan." Replied Yibo with a strong tingle in his stomach.

After a few minutes and with Yibo noticeably close to a second orgasm, they switched positions once again and Yibo sat on top of Zhan. He felt Zhan deep inside him and rode him slowly and with gentle movements. He leaned down to Zhan and kissed him and he put both arms around him and held him tight. What started as fast and hard sex had now turned into loving and romantic sex.

Zhan slowly and very gently ran his hands over Yibo's back, caressing his butt and kissing him full of love, while Yibo had both arms wrapped tightly around Zhan, realizing once again how lucky he was to have met Zhan and to have with him a man who loves and adores him so much.

Ten more minutes passed in which the two made their physical love, then Zhan increased the pace once again, thrusting harder several times, and finally they came together. Exhausted and relieved, after another sensual kiss, Yibo laid his head on Zhan's shoulder, caressed his chest and said with a smile, "I want to have this for the rest of my life."

Zhan stroked Yibo's back and replied, "You will. We'll both have that."

After a small pause of maybe a minute or two, Yibo said, "I don't know if I want to be on the big stage anymore."

"I know. Take your time figuring out what you want. Don't put any pressure on yourself okay?"

"Mn. Can I work for you until I know?"

"Of course. You know that."

"Speaking of work. Shouldn't we get ready and then be on our way quickly?"

"Mhhh, we should baby. But I've decided I'm going to work from home today."

"Sounds good to me. We'll have time for a second round then."

"Hahaha, you really are insatiable."

"Well, you're addicted to me and I'm addicted to you. And I love that addiction and I'm happy to give in to it."

"Oh yeah baby, I know exactly what you mean." Replied Zhan grinning, rolling Yibo around on the bed and laying on top of him. He kissed him and whispered, "You're everything I've ever wanted."

Yibo smiled, kissed Zhan and said, "You make my life perfect."

Zhan had not entered the office, even at home, that day. He only wrote to one of his employees that he would not come to the office now, and that he should email him anything important. He also sent all the maids home to be all alone with Yibo. For him, there was nothing more important than Yibo that day. But that was actually always the case since he started dating him.