O-kay. So. About this chapter. It's smut.👀 An entire chapter.╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭ Yep. BUT you can skip it easily because the main plot will not be affected by this chapter.～(´ε｀ ) Treat is as an extra or a bonus chapter.

Those of you who have already read my other stories know that while writing smut I do not hold back, because to me writing a sex scene between lovers is same as writing any other emotions. It's part and parcel of romance. Therefore, when I say this chapter is EXPLICIT, take it literally. This is E rated. 👀🙈

Why this non sequitur in the middle of the story? Mmmm, let's just say I wanted to write something else but didn't want to start any new story at the same time.乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ

If any of you want to skip the chapter (many shy away from explicit gay sex and that's totally okay) don't hesitate. I'll summarize in the next chapter, so that you won't feel left out.😚

Also, another IMPORTANT thing is that I probably won't be able to update next Saturday because I have some health issues from which I need to recover (No, it's not COVID 😒) and what you read in 10 minutes generally take quite a few days to write. I'm sorry. ಥ‿ಥ

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Before you start, to help you with the visuals, keep this YiBo and Zhan in mind-

(All the pics belong to the rightful owner. I am borrowing them for entertainment purpose only)

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Chapter-12

Zhan tugged at the ties around his wrist once more.

"Please, don't do this YiBo. Untie me!" He pleaded to the person standing at the foot of the bed, staring at him with amusement.

"I thought you wanted a treat," YiBo spoke.

"Not like this!"

"Oh, love, just be patient," YiBo talked to him like he was talking to an eager child, "you know I give the best kind of treats, don't you?"

"YiBo!" Zhan pleaded again. The headboard rattled from the force he was pulling at the silk ties his wrists were bound with on each side.

YiBo, that sneaky little bastard, chuckled. Strands of blond hair un-tucking itself from the behind of his ear and falling in front his eyes. He had to dye it for a shoot.

Sweat dropped down Zhan's topless body at the sight.

"Shhh," YiBo made a shushing gesture with his finger against lips, "you have to be a very good boy to get it, understand?"

"Fuck!"

"In time," YiBo smirked and climbed up the bed on his knees. He was wearing a black round neck with black boxer shorts.

YiBo kneeled there, not making another move, not coming close.

"YiBo, please," Zhan's voice came out as a whimper.

YiBo gave him a soul piercing stare with a lopsided smile. And got on all four.

"Oh, fuck. Fucking hell!"

Then his boyfriend started to crawl and something twitched in Zhan. Something hard and prominent.

Lights from the candles played hide and seek in the room, sometimes mellowing down YiBo's intense gaze, sometimes sharpening his features.

Till he was once again kneeling within the spread V of Zhan's legs.

With this proximity Zhan could feel the heat radiating from the other man's body. He looked up at YiBo, straining his own body to close the gap.

Their eyes stayed connected as YiBo slowly, oh very slowly, held the hem of his shirt and began to pull up, exposing more of that chiselled torso that Zhan loved to run his fingers on so much.

"YiBo.....let me touch you,"

YiBo made another shushing sound and placed a long index finger on Zhan's lips, then, ran his thumb against the lower lip. Their eyes still connected.

Zhan's tongue peeked out just a bit and he tasted the saltiness of human skin on that thumb tip. By now this was a Pavlovian reaction on his part.

Light sparked up in YiBo's eyes and after staring a moment more he bent down and licked a patch on Zhan's neck.

Not a closed mouth suck but an opened, tongue lathing lick.

Zhan groaned aloud and tilted his head to one side, offering YiBo a better access to his flesh.

A throaty chuckle could be heard and Zhan felt two warm hands touching his neck. A wet mouth pressed to his ear.

"Eager, aren't we?" A voice rasped and the sound sent a jolt of arousal straight to Zhan's cock.

Desperately needing a friction, he tried to wrap his legs around YiBo's thighs, bringing him closer but the other man didn't budge an inch.

"Nuh-uh, not so quick, love."

And then a hot tongue entered his ear hole, searing the inside. It lapped and licked and lathered. Wet and hot and sinful.

Zhan moaned aloud.

The tongue tip went in and out rapidly as though it wasn't a dance between a tongue and an ear but something else.

YiBo sucked the earlobe inside his mouth and nibbled on it for a few moments before letting it go.

"Your ears are so sensitive, Zhan Ge. Makes me want to rub them.....suck them...fuck them some more."

"YiBo...." Zhan husked, he was going into sensory overload just from this foreplay.

"Yes, love?" That same rasp vibrated into his ear.

"Let me touch you...."

"..........Not yet."

And teeth sank down on his throat. The slight burn from the bite igniting the fiercest sexual fire within Zhan.

YiBo peppered the throat with such bites and lavished his other ear with the same attention.

He nuzzled at his jugular, mouthing the throbbing skin, "The blood rushing through your veins....I want to be in it. I want to be it." He bit the place, feeling the texture with his teeth. "That's how close I want to be with you."

"Yes.....fuck....yes. I want you...."

A long lick along with his jaw line was his answer. Their mouths were so near; Zhan could taste YiBo's breath on his own tongue. He tried to capture those lips with his own but the little imp not only denied him that but also bit his chin. Hard.

"That's for being impatient."

"I can't wait any longer....Untie me, at least."

"Mm hm," YiBo hummed noncommittally as he left open mouthed kisses all over his face. His chin, both cheekbones, eyelids, forehead, nose- everything was bathed with attention.

As YiBo was sucking a hickey under his jaw quite furiously, Zhan turned his face suddenly, wanting to catch those lips but in vain.

Their noses bump and with another chuckle, YiBo straightened up, standing on his knees again. Their gazes locked and intensified.

That smugness faded away from YiBo and was replaced by a hunger that Zhan could feel within himself as well.

YiBo's thumb traced over Zhan's lower lip and without missing a moment more Zhan sucked it into his mouth.

And began to fondle it with his tongue.

He flicked it, swirled around it, sucked it as though it was not a digit but something harder, hotter, bigger.

And with immense satisfaction he watched as his boyfriend's eyes closed off and head tipped back, baring that long column of delectable throat.

"God," YiBo moaned to the ceiling and looked down, "The things you do to me."

And then the finger was gone and instead there was a hot mouth, scorching his mouth with a bruising kiss.

It went away as fast as it came and with a daze Zhan saw YiBo removing his black tee with lightening speed and throwing it away.

Without breaking eye contact, the younger man then, bend down and began to mouth down his chest. He took right nipple in and slicked it with saliva before catching the hard nub between his teeth. His long, blond hair casting a bewitching shadow on his aroused face. Those eyes pinning Zhan to the moment.

Despite his eyes trying to shut on their own, Zhan could not take his eyes off the scene. YiBo's face was flushed, heated. Crimson spreading down his neck. His long hair brushing against Zhan's chest. His moist tongue suckling on a nipple while his finger kept tweaking the other nub, rubbing and pinching.

"You do have a nipple fetish," YiBo smirked.

"When- fuck- when it comes to you," Zhan had to bit his lip to stave off the impending urge of release, "I have every fetish there is."

Something dark swirled inside YiBo's stare and with a wet pop he released the tortured flesh and continued his way down the place where Zhan needed him the most.

Zhan's stomach muscle twitched and went taut as his boyfriend bit around his belly button. After removing his boxer shorts, that wicked tongue traced his treasure trail, his pelvic juncture, that sensitive spot above his manhood which stood obscenely upright in desperate need of attention; all the while YiBo's roaming hands left scorching imprints on Zhan's flanks.

"Don't you dare to take your eyes off me."

Only then Zhan realized that he had indeed closed his eyes in pleasure. He looked down to see YiBo staring at him like a predator.

Zhan's cock twitched under that focus and with a long swoop YiBo dipped down and swallowed almost half the length in.

"Bloody fucking hell! Oh bloody...oh god!"

Zhan had to almost twist his toes and fingers to not come the moment his cock felt that warm, wet mouth around it. He could feel his blood rushing in his body back and forth between his balls, erection and upwards. His torso clenched tight from that pleasurable aching sensation.

And all of a sudden that sensation was gone.

"What the-"

"Look at me."

"YiBo..."

"Watch me."

And this time, YiBo held the cock in his hand and gave it a tug from root to top. Precome oozed out of the erection. Looking squarely at Zhan, he put his tongue out and held the cockhead against it. More translucent liquid pooled in his tongue as he gave the shaft another jerk. Slowly, very slowly he pulled his mouth back, so that the tip of the tongue brushed the cock slit and closed his mouth with a "Mmmmm"

A drop of Zhan precome hung on his lower lip.

Still locking their gazes, YiBo's tongue peeked out just and bit and sucked the lower lip in.

"Mmmmmm...delicious..."

Zhan didn't know which was more erotic: YiBo's mouth around his cock or his black lined eyes staring at him with pure lust.

His hips buck up on their own volition and YiBo opened his mouth wider to welcome the thrust.

And finally averted those hypnotic eyes to fully concentrate on blowing Zhan off.

Even though YiBo could not see Zhan didn't take his eyes off and watched as that blond head bobbed up and down; his shaft disappearing and reappearing from that sinful, cherry read, glistening mouth.

No matter how many times he had seen his boyfriend like this, the novelty never wore off. YiBo aroused him the same way he did the first time they had sex.

And he wanted to touch him. Oh, he wanted to touch him so bad. His body crawled with anticipation.

YiBo's cheeks hollowed out as he sucked the cock in; his raw, red lips moving up and down the veiny skin. He moaned every now and then and Zhan could feel the vibration in his manhood. Taking it out he licked the underside of the glans, hand tugging at it at the same time. Stimulation at its finest. Then, moving his tongue down, he lapped over the balls before taking one of them in his mouth.

Zhan's hips jerked up so hard that it could have hurt YiBo seriously had his mouth was still on the penis.

"Stop! Fucking- YiBo...god, stop!"

His boyfriend slightly raised his head from the crouch. Hair dishevelled, saliva dripping from chin, eyes glazed over. Zhan had never seen anything sexier, more beautiful.

"Why?" YiBo's voice was hoarse.

"I can't- I can't hold on much longer if you continue."

A Cheshire cat grin slowly appeared on YiBo's face, "Well, we can't have that. You're not allowed to come tonight till I say so."

With that he gave the cock head a loving kiss and sat up. With another cheeky smile and a wink, he pushed his own boxers down and an equally hard, flushed red cock sprang free.

Zhan mouth watered instantly. He loved that cock.

"Come here, please. I want you."

"Your wish is my command."

Again that crawl.

YiBo kissed his way up from Zhan's naval to his collarbone. He stopped and looked up. Eager and waiting.

Zhan leaned in to take him in a kiss.

It was like he had been given the first sip of water after days of thirst. He devoured that mouth.

Zhan could taste himself on YiBo's tongue and it gave him that same sense of possessiveness he got every time from such kisses. The soft flesh of his tongue wrapped around his boyfriend's, inciting a moan from the younger man. He traced the deepest recess of that hot, sinful mouth, feeling the inner walls of the cheeks, the hard ridges, the gums, teeth. He sucked on YiBo's tongue, bit on his lips with a feral hunger, as though compensating from his current indisposition of touching.

His right shoulder muscle throbbed from the strain and he must have made some sound of discomfort because in the next moment YiBo's mouth was gone from his and he opened his eyes to a worried yet dazed pair.

"Are you hurt? Arms paining?"

To be honest, Zhan had stopped to pay attention to any other part of his body that wasn't touched by his boyfriend but his arms were indeed tired. Well, like hell he was going to spoil the mood by saying so. YiBo was extremely careful with Zhan's body.

"If I say yes will you untie me and let me touch you?"

"Brat!" Playfully biting the corner of Zhan's mouth YiBo admonished, his warm, slightly damp hands cupping Zhan's jaw, rubbing his ears.

They resumed the kiss and YiBo flushed his body tight, his erection a hot, burning presence on Zhan's stomach.

Still smooching, YiBo's hips gave a light push forward. Zhan got the hint and pushed his torso as well. The cock trapped between them received the intended press and warm liquid dripped down, slicking both of their skins.

"God...ah...I can't wait anymore," YiBo panted in arousal.

"Me too. Please, YiBo..no more."

"Yeah, no more. It's time."

He moved his body back and held Zhan's cock, lining it up with his own entrance.

"Wait!" Despite the hypnotic, all consuming sex haze, Zhan was mindful. "I haven't prepared you-"

"It's okay, it's-"

"No," because no matter what, Zhan never compromised with YiBo's safety. "I won't take you unprepared."

"Zhan Ge-"

"Don't argue with me on this."

"Ge," YiBo spoke slow and calm....and a bit shy, "I've already prepared myself."

Zhan blinked at him. The image of YiBo lubing himself open so that he could take Zhan short circuited his brain.

"Holy fuck. You're going to be the death of me someday!"

"Only if it's a couple suicide."

"Romantic," Zhan chuckled despite himself.

"Aren't I always?"

And then he impaled himself on Zhan's cock. His entrace consuming the hard shaft inch by inch.

Zhan's entire body caught on fire. The soft, scorning heat of YiBo's opening engulfing his manhood was a feeling that he never got accustomed with. Maybe because YiBo rarely bottomed.

He thrust upwards to push the remaining length inside and they were joined in the most intimate way two beings could.

YiBo's head flew back, eyes closing, "Mmmhhhh....yes....oh yes...."

Balancing his hands on Zhan's thighs for leverage, YiBo held his body up, then, sat down fully again.

They both moaned aloud from the sensation.

Zhan let YiBo repeat the movement a few more times before saying, "Are you okay?" At YiBo's distracted nod he added, "Can I move now?" It was getting harder by second to restrain himself.

YiBo tilted his head to the left, hair falling to one side and looked at him with hooded eyes. "Please...." He rasped.

That voice had an immediate effect on Zhan's cock as it sheathed itself tighter, deeper within

Holding onto his hand ties more firmly, he bucked his hips up, pushing his shaft then pulling it back a little, then, pushing again. YiBo was moaning aloud, body bending backwards like a tight bow string; blunt nails laving half moon indentations on Zhan's thighs.

Due to his current position the exertion from the movements were high and soon sweat began to drip down his neck.

"Hot and wet....just the way I like it."

YiBo's smile was a slow leer, soaked with sex and seduction. The dark line around his eyes were smeared now, making them more deep set. Soon that leer faded as he bit his lip at a particularly hard push.

Zhan watched enthralled as YiBo took his own erection in hand. The head had turned purple from all the unattended stimulation, leaking copious amount of precome.

Cupping the cockhead with his palm YiBo swiped his thumb over the slit. His opening clenched tighter around Zhan's member as an effect.

"Aaahh...it's...it's too good...too much..." YiBo mumbled in between biting his lips raw and tugging at his cock.

"Kiss me..please, YiBo." Because he needed to taste him, right now.

Momentarily pausing YiBo looked at him from a tilted angle and swallowed. It was a deliberate move as his fully exposed throat displayed the ripple of that swallow, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down.

"Please.."

And YiBo granted his wish. Without dislodging their joined members, he surged forward and snaked his arms around Zhan's neck. Their sweaty chests rubbing together.

To get him even closer Zhan bend his legs to push YiBo's body more towards himself, while his boyfriend did his part by wrapping his legs around Zhan's waist.

Their position placed YiBo slightly higher than Zhan's eye level. Looking up at those sex dazed eyes Zhan felt fingers ran through his hair and clutched it at the nape, tipping his head further back.

"I love you. I love you to the extent of losing my mind."

And then they were kissing again, deep, wet, open and full of hunger.

They found a rhythm of the push and pull as YiBo bounced on Zhan's cock, lips never leaving each other's.

"Fuck...you feel so good! Hhhhnnnggh...I'm so full....full of you..."

YiBo gyrated his hips while moaning and talking dirty continuously, clutching and tugging at Zhan's hair. That sharp pain sent a jolt from Zhan's scalp to the root of his cock.

Once his mouth was free a frustrated sound spilled out. "I'm the one going insane here. Please, YiBo," he pleaded again, "Please, let me touch you. I can't stand this anymore."

Rubbing his neck, his scalp, his throat, YiBo chuckled lightly, "You beg so well." He brought his mouth close to Zhan's, not quite touching, just teasing. "I want to be touched now too. I'm burning, Ge. Fuck me."

The pain and numbness from being tied up for this long got overwhelmed by the relief of touching his lover.

Zhan's arms were slow to move at first, barely touching that lithe waist but that first contact was enough to make his muscles work.

His fingers clamped over the supple skin like claws, leaving the flesh reddened. He felt his way up to the chest and settled his thumbs over the rosy, perky nipples.

"Don't ever do that. Don't you ever keep me from touching you, you hear me?" He growled and to emphasize his words, pinched those fleshy buds.

It had the desired effect on YiBo as the man whimpered and pushed back on Zhan's cock harder than before.

"I won't. I won't...Zhan Ge...please." Gone was the confident, cheeky guy; in the throes of passion YiBo was reduced to this whimpering, begging mess.

"I got you, I got you."

With one arm around YiBo's torso, he took the cock trapped between their bodies in his hand and pumped it a few time from base to tip.

He felt an accompanied pain of sharp teeth sinking down on his shoulder where YiBo had pressed his mouth.

"Are you close?"

Still fucking himself on his cock, YiBo gave a jerky nod.

"We can't have that."

And Zhan squeezed the head of the cock, thumb pressing over the slit, then, removed his hand from it, much to YiBo's protest, and held him closer instead. Their bodies flushed from where they were joined to their chests.

His hands slid down from YiBo's smooth back, gliding over each vertebra, to the curve of his buttocks. Having a handful of plump flesh, he gave a squeeze and began to massage his ass. He was nearing his edge too but wanted to prolong it. YiBo's hole clenched around his cock, sheathing him into that furnace of sex and pleasure.

" –low down...slow down a bit..." Mouth pressed tight to YiBo's heated skin, Zhan mumbled out.

It took a moment but YiBo answered by slowing down his pace. He lifted his face from Zhan's neck to lean back and they drank each other with their eyes.

"You don't know what you do to me. I lose myself in you a little bit more every day," Zhan said, half aware of what his mouth was uttering.

A slow, teasing smirked surfaced on YiBo's face. He rotated his hips in a slow, clockwise motion. Zhan shivered at the sensation.

"I do know," YiBo spoke, his body moving like a wave on Zhan's cock. "And I want you to be lost in me." His nails began to scratch Zhan's throat, his neck, shoulders, his back. "Look at me only, think of me only, stay with me only, fuck me only..........." He placed his lips over Zhan's, "Love me only." And started kissing him.

YiBo's possessiveness was irrationally all consuming and it always had a vicious effect on Zhan's libido.

He thrust his hips particularly hard and the way YiBo yelled out, "Ohhhh...FUCK! Fuck me! Again...do that again," Zhan knew he had hit the spot. He kept thrusting, stimulating YiBo's prostrate continuously.

But that wasn't enough. He needed more. To give, to have.

He took YiBo's cock in his hand again rubbed it up and down in quick jerks, eliciting another deep moan from his lover. Then he bent forward and bit down over a nipple before soothing it with his tongue, suckling on it.

As a response YiBo pressed his chest to Zhan's mouth more snugly; his fingers clutching at Zhan's hair.

Both of them were pushing and pulling in a unified rhythm and as YiBo leaned back to change the angle Zhan bit down on that protruding Adam's Apple. He had been dying to do so for long. His lips mapped and moved with the bobble as YiBo groaned.

"Ge?" YiBo spoke, voice trembling from the pleasure waves that rolled out of their bodies in waves.

"Love?" Zhan was having trouble focussing on anything else but no matter how far gone he was he could never ignore YiBo's call.

"Never leave me."

Shouldn't I be the insecure one? He wanted to ask. "How could I? I love you," was his answer instead.

They stared long and intense, limbs entwined, bodies connected in the most primitive way.

As they neared their climax, YiBo's eyes rolled back, face contorting in rapture. Zhan watched him, watched their moving bodies, watched his hand on YiBo's throbbing, burning member, watched his lover's lithe frame wrapped around him, flames from the candles painting mystery over his exposed skin and felt as if he was witnessing a surreal magnificence unfolding.

This was not just sex, not just an act of hedonistic pleasure exchange. This was more primitive. Something primal, dark and debauchingly surreal.

At that moment nothing existed in this universe except for two writhing, moaning bodies burning in the inferno of carnal worshipping.

This was deeper than sex, truer than love. This was the ritual of merging souls.

YiBo's body moved like waves, pushing closer, pulling away. His nails dug deep, leaving crimson welts all over Zhan's back, whose thighs were trembling from the strain of his jerking hips.

"Come...Come in me....Mmmm....fill me...fill me with your warm essence....claim me, make me yours....be mine...." YiBo's mouth closed over Zhan's and he lured their tongues out. An obscene fornication of mating through mouths. "I want to assimilate you.....I am you...." his hands held Zhan's face in reverencing dedication as the words whispered against Zhan's lips, "Come for me."

They became one in every sense of the world as Zhan's ejaculation drenched YiBo's insides, absorbing into his being. YiBo followed soon, his climax smearing Zhan's stomach with territorial imprint.

Zhan's cock still inside, YiBo melted into his tired yet still ensnaring arms. His lover shivered as his spent, sensitive cock was squeezed in between their bodies. When Zhan started to move YiBo's arms around his shoulder tightened in a panicked rush, face buried into Zhan's neck.

"Don't leave! Not just yet. Please."

He didn't think he could ever leave even if it was physically possible. This wasn't a mere grip of another human body. Zhan had given a piece of his soul to this beautiful man and however the way their futures blended, that part of him would always belong to Wang YiBo.

"I won't. Ever. I promise."

His lips kissed the cooling skin of YiBo's inner arm and YiBo began to whisper something and.........

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

And Zhan woke up like a drowned man resurfacing. Heart on the verge of stopping from the maddeningly quickened pace, bed sheet plastered on his soaking body.

His wide eyes stared at the ceiling in the greying darkness, struggling to breathe.

The taste of that promise he made to YiBo still on his lips; YiBo's whisper still clinging to his ears.

The place inside him that was missing a piece of his soul felt hollow.

Emptiness.

As the haze from the dream began to fade, something else gained clarity.

Keeping distance from YiBo was a necessity now.

Turning his head to the window on his left, Zhan watched the flowy curtains teasing the night.

Leaving that part of him behind for everyone's well being, it was his time to move on.

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I can't believe I wrote that. 😶👀