Yibo's lips slowly approached Zhan's lips. Soft yet firm, warm and passionate. And Yibo was tasting each corner of Zhan's lips with wet kisses. Sucking his lower lip gently. Not in a hurry. He is given a chance to experience it too. It's not like Alen that Zhan doesn't know where to turn his face.
"I want to kiss you properly, Zhan," Yibo murmured in his lips. "Part your mouth for me, sweetheart."
Zhan did and Yibo plunged his tongue inside his mouth. And Zhan had a feeling he was going to melt at any moment. He lost all his strength. Now he knew what the line of a song meant: 'when I kiss your lips, I feel the rolling thunder on my fingertips...'
Yibo was taking his time in exploring his mouth with expertise. His tongue searching... playing and tasting. And Zhan couldn't believe that the growling he heard was coming from him. He never moaned with Alen!
How long Yibo is kissing him Zhan didn't know. Yibo could have been kissing him forever. The only thing he remembers is the contact of his chest with Yibo's muscular chest. Yibo's one hand sensually moved up and down his back and the other one was on the back of his head.
And he could feel that pleasure-pain heat that flowed from his stomach and down. And there was that something he ached for. And what more, his arms were around Yibo's neck, and he was kissing him back with equal fire!
And he almost pursued Yibo's lips when he stopped kissing him. Yibo gave a husky laugh.
"Temptress," Yibo whispered, touching Zhan's wet lips with his thumb finger. "I'd better stop before someone comes in," he said shakily. "Anyone could come into the office anytime."
Zhan was speechless! Can't believe he was able to respond to Yibo so warmly. That he was capable of doing so. He remained dumbfounded by the man and Zhan's eyes were filled with adulterated passion.
"Stop staring at me like that, Zhany. I might not be able to hold back." There was a warning behind Yibo's voice that suddenly restore Zhan mind to sanity.
Zhan looked down, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Is there anything else you want to ask or tell me?" Asked Yibo. Stand up from sitting on the chair. His chest rose and fell as he distanced himself from Zhan.
"N-nothing more..." Zhan answered.
"Okay, I'll wait for you in my parking space tonight. We'll find a place for you to move. I don't want you to stay at Alen's house, not even tonight." Yibo stared at the Zhan with determination.
"What about my stuff?" Zhan asked.
"I'll just have it picked up from your boarding house."
Zhan also stood up, aware of his shaking legs. "W-what will I tell others if they find out and ask me?" Zhan asked.
"What do you want to tell them?" Yibo answered back with a question.
"Whatever you want." Zhan answered.
"If I want you to be discreet about our relationship and not let anyone know, can you keep it a secret?" Yibo asked challengingly. His eyes intent on Zhan.
Zhan face rose and met his gaze. "I said whatever you want," he said tightly.
Zhan couldn't understand himself why he agreed to this arrangement. First is Alen who also doesn't want to introduce him as his boyfriend. Then, now, here's a relationship that he still can't imagine how it materialized. And again, it seems like they need to keep the relationship secret.
