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Yibo had seen him around often. He always worked the graveyard shift at his job. Seeing the tall, handsome gege was the highlight of his nights. He would sit in the same spot every night in the 24 hour diner Yibo worked at. The man looked calm, unbothered, at complete ease. Watching him felt like watching a still pond with autumn leaves floating on the surface, tranquil and serene. Sometimes the man would look up and meet Yibo’s gaze. His smiles were always so kind, tender, and gentle. It always filled Yibo with a comforting warmth. It was nice.
He was working his way up to striking a conversation with the man. But he always found a reason not to. He didn’t want to disturb the man’s quiet meal. He always looked so engrossed in the books he read. Yibo didn’t want to be presumptuous. The man was always impeccably dressed, standing out as if a bright spotlight was shining on him. Yibo, on the other hand, was always messy and shabby from running around all night. He had errands to run, he couldn’t just stop and talk to every customer that struck his fancy. And so and so forth. There were many reasons to hold back. But it felt like the man was luring him in, his aura irresistible, his smile magnetic, his eyes tantalizing.
Perhaps it was inevitable after all.
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Xiao Zhan smiled as he adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses and large woolen scarf. He followed Yibo, watching in fond amusement as the boy rapped to himself, breaking into a freestyle dance every now and then, oblivious to his audience as he walked him with his earphones jammed in his ears.
He followed at a respectable distance, enjoying the pure innocence Yibo always radiated. It was one of the things that had drawn Xiao Zhan to him the first time he laid eyes on him in the diner. Xiao Zhan had just been walking past, but his feet changed course and before he knew it, he was inside the diner. And he had returned to the diner ever since, night after night, watching Yibo, waiting. He was a very patient man. He could wait. Even now, as he quietly followed Yibo home, Xiao Zhan was patient. When the time was right, he would get closer. He could feel it coming.
It was inevitable after all.
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His head felt like it was full of cotton. Everything felt like a dream ever since Xiao Zhan first spoke to him. Yibo was over the moon when Xiao Zhan asked him out. Xiao Zhan was everything Yibo had thought he would be, and more. Their coffee dates had turned into dinner dates. Their movie nights had turned into sleepovers. Xiao Zhan was so mature, so sweet, so perfect. Even when Yibo said he wanted to take it slow, Xiao Zhan understood. Xiao Zhan was perfect and Xiao Zhan was his.
Yibo would sigh and fall into bed when he returned from his shifts at five in the morning. Xiao Zhan would sometimes already be there. Yibo had given him a key after all. It felt right, it felt so good. Yibo would take a quick shower and crawl under the covers, snuggling close to Xiao Zhan, who would mumble a soft hello and kiss him on his forehead before tucking the blanket around them and spooning Yibo. The exhaustion would drag Yibo down into the depths of heavy slumber.
Enveloped in the warmth of Xiao Zhan’s body and the safety of his arms, Yibo would fall asleep, knowing Xiao Zhan would wait. He would wait for Yibo to wake up so they could have breakfast together, he would wait for Yibo to have his morning coffee so they could talk and laugh and banter like they did, he would wait for Yibo to be ready so they could get closer and closer until there was no distance between them anymore.
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Sometimes Xiao Zhan’s patience would falter. Yibo was just so alluring, so beautiful, so perfect. Even when he was asleep, especially when he was asleep. It was so hard to hold back when Yibo was pliant in his arms, so soft to touch, so willing no matter what Xiao Zhan did. Yibo wanted to take it slow, Xiao Zhan respected that. What Yibo didn’t know, didn’t hurt him.
Xiao Zhan would spoon Yibo and bury his nose in his damp hair that smelled like floral shampoo he used. He would run his hands all over Yibo’s body, at once sharp and angular and soft and malleable. He would play with his ears and toy with his clothes, rucking up his shirt to graze his nipples and feel his toned abs. He would slide his shorts off, massaging his shapely ass, so cushy and tempting. He would gently roll Yibo onto his stomach, taking care to not wake him up.
Most nights, Xiao Zhan liked mounting Yibo. He liked seeing Yibo’s cheek squished against the pillow. He liked being able to manhandle and adjust his body to his needs. He relished the way Yibo stretched open so easily as his fingers explored him. He would grow delirious with pleasure as he spread Yibo’s ass cheeks apart and licked into him, tasting him, eating him until his cock was painfully erect. Xiao Zhan loved the way the glide of his into Yibo was just a tad too rough. But Yibo would always stretch around his erection, reshaping around Xiao Zhan’s cock, taking him so beautifully.
Xiao Zhan would breathe heavily against the back of Yibo’s neck, caging the sleeping boy between his arms, soft grunts and moans escaping his lips as he pinned Yibo under him and thrust into him. Sometimes slow and deep, sometimes fast and hard. Yibo felt so good. So so good. He took Xiao Zhan so well. Xiao Zhan couldn’t wait for Yibo to feel ready to take him when he was awake. He was a very patient man. He could wait. Yibo was worth the wait.
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Sometimes Yibo dreamt of Xiao Zhan. He felt wet and hot and breathless. He would dream of Xiao Zhan’s hands on him, his lips on him, his tongue and his fingers and his cock. It would feel so real. Yibo would wake up feeling thrilled and ashamed at the same time.
He would notice the stain on his side of the bed. It had been a while since he had wet dreams. He would rush to change the bedsheet, thankful that Xiao Zhan would always wake up before him and go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for them.
The dreams felt so real. It almost felt like Xiao Zhan had actually been inside him. The way Yibo’s rim felt stretched and used, the way his legs felt weak in the morning, the way his cock throbbed with need and want.
Maybe he was ready to take the next step with Xiao Zhan.
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Some nights, Xiao Zhan liked turning Yibo over onto his back. He liked seeing his blissfully sleeping face as Xiao Zhan thrust into him. He loved the way Yibo’s lips parted in silent moans. He loved how sometimes Yibo’s eyes fluttered open only to close again. He liked kissing every inch of Yibo’s face, neck, chest as he fucked into him fervently. When Yibo was ready to be awake for this, Xiao Zhan would worship his body the way he deserved.
On the nights when Yibo would reach out from his slumber, his eyes opening weakly, his groggy groans mumbling Xiao Zhan’s name, his gaze unfocused and his breaths unsteady, Xiao Zhan would kiss his cheek and hush him back to sleep.
“Shh, shh,” Xiao Zhan would whisper in Yibo’s ears as he pushed into him deeper, “sleep…you need the rest. You’re so tired, gouzaizai,” he would hum a song until Yibo was asleep again.
It was exhilarating and intimate. It made him feel so much more connected with Yibo. Being inside him, exploring him, making a home in him. Xiao Zhan would stay inside him some nights plugging him, not wanting a single drop of his cum to drip out.
Some nights, Xiao Zhan would wait to clean him until after his second, maybe even third round. It was even more thrilling when Yibo would come. Xiao Zhan would lick Yibo’s cock clean, mouth at his balls, nuzzle against him, inhaling his scent. Other nights, he would sit up, his knees on either side of Yibo’s sleeping face and stroke himself until his cum was painting Yibo’s face. Yibo looked so beautiful with the pearls dotting his lips and the white ribbons glistening on his cheeks.
There was so much more Xiao Zhan wanted to do.
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Eventually, Yibo gave in. Clearly, his body was more than ready. Clearly, he wanted more from Xiao Zhan. Maybe it was time.
“Are you sure, gouzaizai?” Xiao Zhan had asked earnestly as he held Yibo’s hand. “There’s no rush.”
Yibo couldn’t help but smile. Of course he was ready. Who wouldn’t be when their gege was so patient and loving and understanding.
It felt like falling into a soft pile of cotton some nights. On other nights, it felt like standing under a powerful waterfall. He loved the way Xiao Zhan made his toes curl. He moaned softly when Xiao Zhan’s cum filled him. He reveled in the soft groans and hurried words that would fall from Xiao Zhan’s lips as he told him how good he felt, how long he had waited to do this, how intimate and connected he felt with Yibo.
There were also nights like this, where Xiao Zhan’s passion felt more fiery and rough. His hands would grope him painfully until there were bruises, his hips would snap and thrust his cock into Yibo, piercing him and stretching him beyond what Yibo thought he could handle. Yibo would squirm and wince, telling his gege to go slower, asking him to take it easier.
"Shh, shh,” Xiao Zhan would hush him and murmur in his ear.
Something that seemed so familiar as well but Yibo could never pin down the memory.
“You can take it,” Xiao Zhan would hum softly as he kept fucking into him at a punishing pace. “I'm your gege, aren't I? We love each other…aren’t we, baobao?"
Yibo would feel bad and nod. Of course they were. Xiao Zhan loved him and he loved Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan gave him everything. He took such good care of Yibo. He was always so nice and sweet. He would pamper Yibo, he would cook for Yibo, he would buy him gifts and his favorite legos. Yibo could give him things in return as well.
Yibo would bite the inside of his cheeks, his lips, his hands until they bled, as Xiao Zhan pounded into him hard and fast, railing him into the bed. Yibo could enjoy it too. If it made Xiao Zhan happy, it would make him happy too.
“This is normal, gouzaizai,” Xiao Zhan would smile softly, so filled with love and affection for Yibo. “All couples do this,” he would say when he tied Yibo tightly, or when he bent and twisted Yibo in ways that hurt. “You love me, don’t you?”
Yibo felt bad about being selfish. Xiao Zhan did so much for him. Even this, all of this, was for him. So he could feel pleasure.
“I’m making you feel so good, am I not?” Xiao Zhan’s breaths would be ragged, his voice gravelly and thick as he fucked into Yibo until it hurt.
Yibo always came. So it must feel good. He would orgasm until he passed out sometimes. Surely, it meant it was good.
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Xiao Zhan knew Yibo would come around eventually. All those days and nights of watching from afar. Of being patient. Of only masturbating when Yibo couldn’t see him doing it nearby as he watched Yibo. Of only fucking him when Yibo didn’t know so he didn’t feel any pressure. Xiao Zhan was happy that they were both on the same page now.
It was perfect.
Xiao Zhan had made sure it was.