❄ Christmas 2019 ❄

@❄ Supervisor Zhan Like a fire that had been extinguished, Yibo's initial accusatory tone had died down, replaced with a rather complacent one as Zhan placed a kiss on his cheek. So maybe the older had just told Yibo, possibly the funniest person in the office, that he had no sense of humor, Yibo took the comment quite receptibly. In that next moment, he did not have an immediate response for his Zhan-ge, moved by the warmth and gentleness that he had been bathing in over their holiday vacation.

"See you..." Yibo replied, voice trailing off. He scratched the back of his neck, eventually sitting down in his office chair as he watched Zhan turn away to his own office. Even just his backside, Yibo was completely attracted to it. Obediently, he opened another drawer, pulling out a stack of files to start working.

Zhan's open-door policy had always been advantageous for Yibo, who could peak in or steal a glance whenever he wanted to. But as the day went on, the minute hand ticking by, Yibo found that it was so much better to not have to sneak and steal. He could openly stare at his boyfriend all he wanted from behind his desk. Needless to say, productivity levels could only increase, as Zhan was Yibo's a source to replenish his vigor.

And finally, when it came lunch time, Yibo sauntered his way into Zhan's room. He leaned against the door frame, giving a knock handsomely as he called for the older, "Zhan-ge." Relationship or not, intern or employee, the same playful glint was present in Yibo's eyes. He still loved to tease the older male, wanted to be that source of fun in his life.

"So what's for lunch? Are we eating out...or am I eating you out?"

@❄ Intern Yibo "Are you going to tell me, that you didn't buy me /TESTOSTERONE SUPPLEMENTS/ to be funny!?"

"At least I bought you something /useful/," Zhan hissed back, refusing to admit his fault. Not when Wang Yibo revealed himself to be the one to publicly humiliate Zhan like that in front of the entire office. Though Zhan felt some sympathy for the younger at first, when he unwrapped his own gift, it was much worse than some supplements (which Zhan was adamant was the perfect gift for Yibo - useful and thoughtful). Rather than become offended over the insinuation that he could e to an novel, Zhan was more miffed at the cucumber. A flashlight would've been a better, manlier, more befitting choice. Cucumber? Degrading.

Zhan was brought out of his fuming thoughts when Yibo jerked him forward by his tie despite the numerous pairs of eyes on them in the office. "If you want your gift receipt, you'll tell me, your /boyfriend/, the truth."

"Ooh, boyfriend," Chiao-en parroted, silencing when Zhan turned his irritated gaze towards her.

It was only because Zhan liked Yibo. He liked him a lot. Yibo was smart and kind (sometimes), and even though it had only been a couple weeks of /officially/ dating, Yibo took care of him the same way Zhan wanted to do to him. Even though Zhan had to be the one spreading his legs for Yibo, he didn't mind it if it meant he could have Wang Yibo for a long, long time. "Fine, I gave you supplements, and it was funny. Everyone laughed, you just don't have a sense of humour, Lao Wang." Clasping his hand over Yibo's he eased it off his tie, smiling fondly as he bent forward to press his lips against Yibo's cheek, drawing back with a quiet smack. "See you at lunch. Get started, you have a lot to catch up on." To the rest of his surprise-stricken employees, Zhan nodded in greeting as he retreated to his office, a ridiculously enamoured grin still playing on his lips.

Wang Yibo was still as insufferable as ever, but the difference was he was Xiao Zhan's insufferable man now. They'd be okay, like they've always been.

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "Xiao. Zhan. You're yelling at me?" Yibo shot back at the older male, huffing as he made his way to his desk with his boyfriend falling in step behind him. "If your old brain can't remember, most of my bonus was spent on treating you to your raw fish."

Yibo rummaged through his desk for the receipts but making no deliberate attempt to hand it over to Zhan. He greeted Na-jie, who had asked about his vacation. Maybe he would exaggerate a bit to spite Zhan further for yelling at him so early in the morning. Instead, he revealed the gift receipt, keeping it away from the taller, a raised brow as he challenged, "And are you going to say you were any less funny?" He leaned in, lowering his voice because this subject matter was still sensitive to him, "Are you going to tell me, that you didn't buy me /TESTOSTERONE SUPPLEMENTS/ to be funny!?"

"Volunteering to pair everyone up for the Secret Santa was the worst decision I've made yet," Yibo caught Na-jie mumbling over from her cubicle, which only further confirmed the little doubt he had left. He turned back to Zhan, snatching his coffee off the desk and at the straw aggressively.

Uncompliantly, Yibo set his cup back down properly, eyes rolling up to meet Zhan's despite his lowered head. A smirk formed on his lips as he waited for the other to respond. "Xiao Laoshi?" he asked, a hand reaching out to pull Zhan close by his tie, "If you want your gift receipt, you'll tell me, your /boyfriend/, the truth."

@❄ Intern Yibo Zhan blanked, his gentle expression frozen as Yibo made more and more comments about what he could refund. But why would Yibo have the ability to return Zhan's ty Secret Santa gift? It took the entire elevator ride up to their floor for it to click in Zhan's mind. Oh. Yibo has the gift receipt. He has it because /he/ bought that stupid book, /he/ bought a 5 yuan cucumber, and /he/ bought the lube as an extra gift for whatever demented reason.

"Wang Yibo!" Zhan exploded as the younger walked out the elevator. "You are /sick/, you know that?" He followed the intern- no, his new /employee/ to his desk, slamming the younger's drink down on his desk with enough force to attract Ah-Qin and Na-jie's attention. "You're damn right I want that gift receipt! Give me your bonus back, and clean your desk! I'll move you to a different team- you think you're funny?!"

"Good morning, boss," Ah-Qin interrupted, stifling a giggle. "Hi, Yibo. How was your holiday?" Na-jie, after making eye contact once with Zhan, rolled her eyes, shaking her head as if she had actually expected any better from his boss and the intern. "Volunteering to pair everyone up for the Secret Santa was the worst decision I've made yet," she commented to no one in particular, drawing out a round of laughter from the rest of the office as they began to settle in for the new year.

@❄ Supervisor Zhan Yibo was in good spirits. In fact, he was in such good spirits that even seeing Li Wenhan's car parked next to Zhan's car early in the morning did not get under his skin. After their kiss that started their two and a half week long break, Yibo had learned that he really enjoyed being pampered by Zhan, and that being in a relationship automatically turned him into a changed man. As compensation for having to wake up so early in the morning, Zhan had promised Yibo an order of his favorite iced caramel macchiato with two shots, half vanilla, and less ice prepared upside down (though having to wake early was not Zhan's fault at all). And of course, since Zhan was his gege, Yibo graciously had his gege, his boyfriend, hold his drink for him.

"Say, I still haven't found out who my Secret Santa was. I bet they thought they got away with it, but mark my words, I'll make them regret it if it's the last thing I do at Taobao!" Zhan remarked as they stepped into the elevator.

Looking up from his phone, Yibo gave the older a sideways glance, then rolling his eyes, "Oh, Lao Xiao. I forgot to tell you something. I can't do anything about an old cucumber since the supermarket probably won't let us return it. Also, the lube is pretty much all used up now, so we can forget about returning that too. But, if you want, I still have the gift receipt to return the books. You can buy one of your liking with the refund points." he said, a haughty, implying smile on his face as he turned to face Zhan. Yibo raised his brows, confirming Zhan's suspicions.

@❄ Intern Yibo "How was your holiday, Na-jie?" Ah-Qin asked as she unpacked her work purse, pulling her laptop out of her bag and setting it gently over her folders. "You took a trip to the Maldives, right?"

"It was good," Na-jie said, doing the same across from Ah-Qin. "My husband caught a stomach flu near the end, but it was good. Anyway, I'm glad to be back. I'm especially looking forward to Ah-Zhan and Yibo getting along now."

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Zhan jabbed his finger into the call button for the elevator, curling his finger back around Yibo's drink that the younger had /him/ hold instead (for no apparent reason, but Zhan was happy to oblige for his new /boyfriend/. They'd made it official over the holidays, and Zhan was much too into the honeymoon phase to say no to anything Yibo asked him to do. As they stepped into the elevator to return to their first day of work in the New Year, /together/, Zhan was reminded of the last time he was in the building. "Say, I still haven't found out who my Secret Santa was. I bet they thought they got away with it, but mark my words, I'll make them regret it if it's the last thing I do at Taobao!"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "We'll go to my place instead," Zhan asserted as they got in the elevator. Though Yibo found the older's reasoning quite funny, he said nothing against this and was more than content with their course of action. As long as Zhan was happy, then Yibo was happy too. That being said, the younger male let himself be generous with dinner that night. While it wasn't to say that Yibo lived extremely frugally, he usually never allocated much expenses for food. But since Zhan was his date, his love-interest, Yibo allowed tonight to be their special exception. Leaving the order to the other, Yibo used the same amount of time to stare dreamily across the table at the older.

Could they be considered a couple now? Dating? Lovers? This thought was both exciting and nerve-wracking. His palms were sweaty as he entertained this new possibility. Yibo had been so lost in thought that he didn't give much attention to the waitress or what Zhan ordered. It was only when he saw a stack of papers being slid in his direction. "This is for you." Zhan stated, seemingly distracted with his own thoughts too, "Merry Christmas, Lao Wang."

Grinning at what he recognized the present situation to be, Yibo began flipping through the thick pages of paper, reading the /official/ document that offered him a permanent position that would transfer him from an intern to an actual employee in the marketing branch of Taobao. Picking up the pen after reading through the main clauses, Yibo spun it between his fingers, a very cheeky look on his face despite the happiness that he was feeling inside, "Well, I knew I would be getting this position anyways." he said to Zhan, hurriedly signing his name on the line before Zhan could snatch it away from him.

"I look forward to gifting you with my presence in the office on the weekdays, and at home on the weekends. Merry Christmas, Zhan-ge."

@❄ Intern Yibo By the time they were leaving the office, their department's coworkers had cleared out (and Zhan was sincerely hoping it wasn't because they heard him yelling from his office. However, with a glance at the clock in the lounge, it was only a few minutes past three. Zhan wanted to scream. He held his cool fingers to his cheeks, hoping to decrease the blush he just knew he was sporting.

"Let's eat and go back to...my place! My place - for round two."

"Not a chance," Zhan said as he pulled his hand out of Yibo's hold, not wanting the younger's ego inflate any larger. "As if I'll agree to be in a place where /you/ can take advantage of me. Nope, not tonight, sir." His hand settled over the small of Yibo's back, guiding him into the elevator. "We'll go to my place instead," Zhan murmured in Yibo's ear, more composed and certain of himself now that he wasn't sprawled and being ed open over his work space.

Once they settled in front of each other in a quiet little corner of Zhan's favourite Japanese joint, he skimmed through the menu to pick for them both. True to his word, he picked the fancier cuts of fish and gourmet cooked dishes for a bit of texture. Zhan didn't actually want to spend the larger half of Yibo's bonus, but he picked whatever was recommended, wanting to get the waitress out of the way before he cleared his throat, pulling the manila envelope out of his bag, thick and heavy from papers. Zhan cleared his throat as he slid his pen across the table towards Yibo. "This is for you," he said in the most ungraceful way of presenting a contract to anyone. "Merry Christmas, Lao Wang."

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "What's going to happen if I let you do it a few more times?" Zhan asked, obviously trying to be snarky with Yibo once more.

"Then I'll just get better and better at making you moan louder." Yibo countered without wasting a breath's moment. He chucked his crumpled balls of tissue paper into the waste basket, grinning as he clicked his tongue, giving the older male an "okay" sign with his fingers. "As you wish, Zhan-ge." he grinned, patting his chest confidently afterward, "Don't worry! I'm sure you were really generous with my bonus cheque, so I will definitely pay for everything and anything!"


Yibo smiled brightly, almost as if his vigor had become completely restored after an exhaustive round with Zhan just moments ago. Leaving the older to clean up and finish putting his clothes back on, Yibo slipped out, closing the door behind him (to maintain what little sense of privacy Zhan had left), and going to his desk to grab his own belongings. He even made sure to grab his testosterone supplements, smirking to himself as he remembered how abrasive adamant about not letting Yibo him earlier. If his guess was correct - this gift was meant for Yibo because his secret santa had never guessed in his wildest dreams that Yibo could take over anyone with this frame and size of his...but who knew that same secret santa would eat his words so quickly?

"Ready to go, Zhan-ge?" Yibo called loudly at the older male when he was ready to leave, "You're hungry, I'm hungry. Let's eat and go back to...my place! My place - for round two." he suggested in a vulgar tone, grinning as he went up to Zhan, taking the older's hand as they headed out of the building together.

@❄ Intern Yibo Zhan moaned softly, his heavy pants filling the room as his damp body recovered from his high. He winced when Yibo's softening length slipped out of his hole, hot smearing along the inside of his thighs. Zhan could barely wrap his head around the fact that he had /been/ ed, he was the /ee/ (if that was a thing), and his little bottom ity had been taken by Wang Yibo. In fact, Zhan had never even had the intention of letting himself get taken like this, by a man /or/ a woman. It was good, now that he thought about it. Good enough that he wanted Yibo to him like that again, not that he would ever admit it.

Zhan scowled as he wiped between his thighs with tissues, waiting for the last of Yibo's release to dribble out of him. "You really have some nerve, doing this and leaving me to clean up after your mess," he threw out, though there was no real animosity in his voice. Once he deemed himself clean and dry enough, Zhan pulled his boxers and pants back on. He redressed quickly, smoothing out his dress shirt and tucking it back into his pants.

"What are you craving? Don't say me, because I wouldn't hesitate to go another round!"

"You do this once, and you're already so full of it. What's going to happen if I let you do it a few more times?" Zhan grumbled, wincing when he bent to retrieve his shoes and socks. His backside /stung/ like crazy, so Zhan wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't /that/ eager to get back in the bedroom with Yibo. "I want to go to the Japanese place in the financial district, and you are covering the /entire/ bill no matter what I order," Zhan said firmly, his tone of voice suggesting that if Yibo refused, he would terminate all Yibo's ties to Taobao (effective immediately).

Before they left, Zhan's hand paused over his cabinet before sliding it open and picking out Yibo's employment papers, sliding the manila folder into his bag. "Hurry up. I'm starving, and it's your fault."

@❄ Supervisor Zhan Yibo's hands were sticky enough as it was, so the warm release that further stained his fingers was nothing too extra. He massaged Zhan's length, running his palm against the tip to milk the other of his release, his grip loose so he didn't interfere with the jerking motions. Yibo smirked as he blew Zhan a kiss, accepting the curse thrown in his direction with a grain of salt.

"Get off, I'm taking your bonus cheque back!" Zhan was just as out of breath as Yibo was, body shaking against the table. What was meant to be a serious threat ended being taken as a mini joke to Yibo, who had already forgotten where he put his bonus cheque already.

"No take backs." Yibo countered, leaning in close to kiss a very unwilling Zhan once more, "You already gave it to me, so I'll keep it." he smirked, adding fuel to the fire, "Alongside your ity." Carefully, he removed himself from Zhan's entrance, taking a step back so the older could finally close his legs. Yibo reached over Zhan, snatching two sheets of tissue from the box and wiping off his fingers and his glistening .

"Need help, Zhan-ge?" Yibo asked with half a smirk on his face still. "Clean up quickly. I'll use my bonus check to treat you to dinner tonight." Yibo hummed happily. He glanced at the time. It was still early for dinner, but taking transportation and traffic into consideration, it shouldn't be too far off. "What are you craving? Don't say me, because I wouldn't hesitate to go another round!" he quickly added, teasing the older as he pulled up his pants.

@❄ Intern Yibo Despite being shrouded in a haze of pleasure, Zhan was not going to fall for Yibo's dirty trick in an attempt to have him moan louder and risk capturing the attention of a staff still in the office. The older sealed his lips tightly together, defiant and intent on not giving Yibo the satisfaction by making a single peep of noise. Of course, Zhan's resolution broke easily when Yibo's warmed fingers curled around the base of his length, stroking him at a quick and unforgiving pace. His toes curled with his impending , and moans continued to spill from his red and swollen lips.

Zhan couldn't even try to hold back his yelp when Yibo released inside him. The hot and sticky substance filling him was such a foreign sensation (but Zhan was really starting to understand why it was called a ). He winced at the way the lube mixed with a bit of Yibo's release slipped down his cheeks and rested uncomfortably warm against his cool skin. Yibo was clearly not finished, however, as he took Zhan's arousal in his hand even quicker. Zhan swore he saw the malicious grin on this younger intern's (devil's) face as he jerked Zhan's arousal to .

Zhan came with a muffled grunt, his teeth clenched together. From the oversensitive nerves of his puffy entrance to the unending stimulation on his , all his senses were going into overdrive. His soft grunts turned into moans, and his body shook with the force of his release. "Damn you," he gritted out, shoving at Yibo's chest. "Get off, I'm taking your bonus cheque back!"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "Don't inside me- don't you dare, Wang Yibo-"

"I'm sorry what was that? I still can't hear you, Zhan-ge." Yibo smugly replied, a huge smirk on his face telling Zhan that he had every intention of inside the older male. Afterall, how heartless would they be if they were to leave a big mess on the floor and desk that the custodians would have to clean up right before starting their own holiday break? "Maybe if you were a little louder...I'd consider." Yibo teased, a deep groan following as the pleasure of tight walls squeezing his length snug washed through his entire being.

His hands were wandering everywhere today, and eventually, Yibo had taken ahold of Zhan's , pumping the length at a pace that matched his s. He snickered, loving the moans that spilled from Zhan's mouth. The other's angry was warm to the touch and Yibo purposefully dug the tip of his thumb into the sensitive slit, challenging, "Why don't we together...boss?"

It didn't take much longer before Yibo was panting loudly, a series of deep and hard s attacking Zhan's precious buttocks. The younger male gripped tightly onto Zhan with one hand, pumping Zhan's length in the other, and after a few more seconds, had to make a big show of releasing deep inside his supervisor. At this point, being cheeky was a bit out of Yibo's mental capacity right now, the waves of relief wracking his frame as he shot a thick load of white to contrast the pinkish muscles. It took him a while to catch his breath, try to return it back to normal. When he did, he gently released the grip he had on Zhan, a patch of white on the other's skin slowly turning red as blood rushed back to its place again. Yibo grinned sheepishly, his hold on Zhan's member still there as he d the other to his as well, refusing to pull out until Zhan did.

@❄ Intern Yibo Yibo's letter of employment and permanent position contract was sitting in Zhan's drawer, just within arms reach. For a moment, Zhan wanted to see exactly how cheeky Yibo could be when he was tearing up his full-time employment right in front of his eyes. His thoughts were emptied quickly, however, as Yibo bent over him and began to kiss and ravage his neck with kisses and bites. His head tilted back to give the intern even more access, his moans breathy and high pitched, almost like a whine.

"You're not loud enough."

"And you're not going slow enough," Zhan retorted, wincing at a particularly sharp bite. His legs hooked around Yibo's lower back, trying to keep him close so he would not have to with huge, grandiose movements, smirking down at Zhan like he had something to prove. With every , Zhan's work desk emitted a threatening, rickety noise, as if it were about to collapse with Yibo's ruthless movements.

Zhan groaned in protest when Yibo hooked his arms beneath his knees, sliding him closer to the edge of the desk. Zhan's back was beginning to hurt from lying on such a hard surface and having such an unforgiving man him so mercilessly for the first time. He whimpered involuntarily, his lips brushing against the outer shell of Yibo's ear when the younger buried his face in Zhan's neck. Yibo's ing had become much more erratic now, and judging by his frantic desperation, Zhan could feel the younger was close. He took a gasping breath, managing to choke out, "Don't inside me- don't you dare, Wang Yibo-"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan Yibo moaned rather loudly when the older male clenched around him, this suddenly action unanticipated but not unwelcome. He was biting on his lower lip, energy exuding from his /younger/ body as he continued to slam mercilessly into Zhan, forgetting his words from earlier. "This. Is. Gentle." he replied half-heartedly between s, pressing the older down again so he could start to mark up Zhan's sharp jawline.

Yibo left visible bite marks, knowing fully well that they were on vacation for the upcoming weeks, so having some bruises here and there wouldn't kill Zhan's reputation...too badly. One hand on Zhan's shoulder shifted, cupping the back of Zhan's neck to pull the older closer, "Where are you going..." he muttered lowly, not letting Zhan go lax so easily on the desk below him. "Are you , Zhan-ge?" he asked, grinning proudly against the other male's skin, "You're not loud enough."

The lewd squelching sounds that filled the room were getting more and more frequent, Yibo settling into an erratic pace as he began to chase after an of his own. Zhan was so /tight/ and his moans were admittedly, much better sounding than the videos the younger would watch on the occasion. Without giving Zhan a break, Yibo had hooked his arms under the older's thighs, pulling him closer to further impale his leaking member into the pinkish entrance. Yibo planted himself firmly into the ground, entire frame jerking as he rocked his hips into Zhan. A layer of sweat coated his face, and his usually swept back hair was now matted to his forehead. Yibo only further messed up his neat do when he buried his face against Zhan's neck, inhaling a deep breath of the older's musky scent and relentlessly pounded into him.

@❄ Intern Yibo Zhan's talked to Yibo long enough to know when the younger was doubting something. The tone of Yibo's reassurance did the exact opposite of putting Zhan at ease, but he wasn't as if he could fight the younger off right now with something so intrusive stuck up inside him. He gritted his teeth, trying to contain the cries ripping out his throat. Just when the older man thought it couldn't get any worse, Yibo's hips began to rock against him, drawing out another multitude of half-pained moans from Zhan.

"You're so wet already Xiao Laoshi."

"You and I have very different definitions of 'wet', Wang Yibo," Zhan moaned, finally lowing himself so he lay flat over his desk. All the files, pens, and whatnot left all over his desk were either scattered or left pressing uncomfortably into his back, but no matter how many pens were digging into his skin, it wasn't anything compared to Yibo's jammed up his backside. He took back whatever he thought about Yibo not being big - the younger felt /massive/ inside him.

"You like this don't you, Lao Xiao?"

Zhan gritted his teeth, clenching them so hard he thought they would break. "Love it," he muttered, lifting his hips in an attempt for the s to enter him smoother. Instead, all he did was tighten his abdominal muscles even more, his entrance clenching down on Yibo's . He could not deny the build up of pleasure in his lower belly, though, as the pain ebbed away with every , his entrance become more warm and pliant with every passing second. Still, it helped to complain while Yibo had all the fun above him, pain-free and everything. "Ah! I thought you said you were going to be gentle!"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan Inexperienced as he was at this, Yibo was still doing his best to be a gentleman. Once he had sheathed himself within Zhan's tight entrance, the younger had been patient enough to wait, his hips stilling very unwillingly as he gave the older some time to adjust. Slowly, his hands gripped at Zhan's outer thighs, just slightly under his buttocks. In a fluid motion, Yibo pulled his boss closer to him. He didn't noticed Zhan had been backing up gradually earlier, but now the distance between them was much too obvious.

Zhan did not give him a direct signal for when to start, but Yibo would dare to say he could read the older pretty well. His hips began to rock slowly, finding a comfortable rhythm and angle for himself as he began to into Zhan. Low grunts came from his throat as he was also getting a taste of this kind of lustful pleasure for the first time. "Of course I did..." he replied unsurely to the older's question, not having any intention of pulling out to replenish their lube supply either, "You're so wet already Xiao Laoshi." he added.

Somehow his hands had gotten restless, trailing up over Zhan's body and leaving little slimy tracks in their wake as the traces of lube still coating his fingers transferred over to Zhan's unmarked skin, leaving a glimmering effect highlighted under the office lights. Yibo took hold of either side of Zhan's shoulders, leaning forward slightly so he could push himself in deeper, harder. "You like this don't you, Lao Xiao?" he asked, tone demanding for an answer. Zhan was very obviously cursing him out earlier, but the moans had become lewder, less strained - so Yibo was just taking another guess.

@❄ Intern Yibo "But don't worry, I'll let you come first, Lao Xiao."

"I'd rather you not put that in at all- ow!" Zhan had half the mind to slam Wenhan's cactus into the side of Yibo's head, his hands clenching into fists when he could not find anything to hold on to. He struggled with every little movement and every curl of Yibo's fingers inside him. The sound of squelching lubricant filled the room along with Zhan's strained groans. The pain began to give way to pleasure, little by little, but it wasn't enough when Yibo's fingers drew out of him.

Zhan startled when he felt something much thicker and longer slide between his legs. He parted them instinctively, his reasoning being that the wider stretched apart he was, the less it was going to hurt. Yibo wasn't that big, but Zhan didn't need to be ually promiscuous to know anything up anyone's would hurt like a . He gave Yibo a wary look, sliding back a little on his desk as Yibo's tip rubbed against his entrance. "No promises," he managed before Yibo's length breached him.

He'd never heard himself make such an ungodly noise before, like he'd been shot or stabbed. Rather than relax, Zhan couldn't help but do the opposite, his stomach clenching and his toes curling as he gasped for breath. His head tipped back, lips parted as a string of endless groans mixed with incoherent curses for Yibo left his mouth. His elbows dug into his desk as he trudged to hold himself up, though his sweat made it easy for his elbows to slip. "Are you sure you used enough lube?!"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan As patient and considerate Yibo thought he was being, it appeared Zhan begged to differ. The older male was not taking the fact that he was on the receiving end easily. In fact, Zhan's face was contorted in so many different expressions Yibo had never seen before, the younger wasn't sure if this was comedic or pitiful. His fingers stilled when Zhan clutched onto his arms, calling his full name with such intensity that Yibo flinched, a brief thought of how much he'd lose from his salary once Zhan got over this new challenge. Lose a little or lose a lot, Yibo was much too far in the act to back down now.

""Nope, nope, nope," Zhan was rambling, his mouth running faster than his thoughts probably, "Let me do it to you instead-"

A genuine laugh escaped Yibo's lips. It was such an immediate action, he didn't even realize that he was being so insensitive until he felt the older male twitching against him again. Shaking his head, Yibo pressed his eyes against his arm, using that instead of his lubed up hands to wipe his tears that developed from his ridiculing laughter. "First come, first serve." Yibo reminded the older male, "But don't worry, I'll let you come first, Lao Xiao." he said, leaning in to deliberately press another breathy kiss against the older male. In short, Yibo wanted to both relax and shut his supervisor up at the same time.

His fingers did their job meticulously, stretching Zhan until he got used to the feeling of three digits up his . Yibo had long ago lubed his own up, his irrational almost making him skip the process earlier. But it was good that he took the extra step, since he was all ready now. Pulling his fingers out from Zhan's puckered hole, Yibo grinned sleazily, winking once to remind Zhan what was coming next. He gave his angry red length a few more encouraging , lining the mushroom tip against the entrance. Yibo didn't push in yet, simply running his along Zhan's , tracing it against the crack and even up to tease the older's leaking shaft. "Deep breaths Xiao Laoshi, I promise I'll be gentle if you promise to not fire me." Yibo hummed as he lined himself up once more, this time beginning to add pressure properly for penetration.

Slowly, slowly, he pushed past the tight ring of muscles. Yibo winced when Zhan howled in response at this, but he said nothing, as he was in no position to dictate his superior's reactions right now. Zhan must be feeling so compromised, but Yibo also wished the older would come to like it soon. He couldn't believe how stunning the older male was, even more so than the many times that Yibo had fantasized about this in his head.

@❄ Intern Yibo Zhan barely had time to protest before he felt the tip of Yibo's finger breached him. He yowled in response, his teeth clenching as he held back a second hiss of protest. If he didn't like Wang Yibo so much, Zhan had half the mind to call as the younger tried to work his fingers inside him. "Enough about my Secret Santa!" he groaned loudly, falling back onto his elbows to hold his body up. He was tense and shaking, a thin sheen of sweat forming over his skin. It hurt, even with the lube courtesy of his mysterious ual harasser from work, and Zhan was sure he was going to go home bleeding that evening.

"Wait-" he said again when a second and third finger slid alongside the first one. "Wang Yibo, wait!" He sat up, wincing at the sudden movement, his hands needing desperately to hold on to something. He clutched at Yibo's forearms, his features scrunching up comically at the burning sensation of being pried open by just /fingers/. And now Yibo wanted to put his up Zhan's ? Not a chance. Zhan fell back again, his body arching as it tightened with every pump of Yibo's fingers. "Nope, nope, nope," he muttered, though he couldn't find it in himself to shove Yibo off and pull his pants up. "Let me do it to you instead-"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "What are you doing?" came Zhan's flustered voice.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Yibo husked, as if he were answering with the most reasonable answer in the world. His hands did not stop at their relentless probing, having found their targets and not letting any of Zhan's thrown off questioning get in his way.

"Hold on a second. Wait- /you're/ going to me?"

"Of course." It was the most natural response.

"Excuse me? Put those fingers in yourself. No way you're doing that to me."

Yibo smirked as he leaned in to kiss Zhan's lips again, biting slightly harder than the previous times. His fingers had finally had enough of just brushing and probing against the surface. "Relax." he hummed against the older male, "Let didi take care of you, Zhan-ge." he hummed, leaning even further forward to press Zhan onto his desk, going so far as he hoist himself up by stepping on one of the chairs behind him. He hovered over the older, his fingers finally breaching the tight ring of muscles between Zhan's legs.

Yibo was careful, avoiding rapid movements in case he hurt the older male. "You're so cute, Zhan-ge." he grinned sleazily against the corner of the older's lips, "But I'm sure we both know that you got a cucumber for a reason." When met with too much protests from Zhan, he jabbed his finger a little further in, "Since you're talking so much, I'm sure you're getting used to the feeling." Yibo murmured, pressing his middle fingers along the entrance as well, letting it slip in after a few pushes.

@❄ Intern Yibo Carding his hands through Yibo's hair, Zhan helped push the rest of the younger's shirt off his shoulders, letting the light material fall to the floor. Yibo's wandering hands returned the favour, undressing Zhan quickly. He shivered from anticipation as Yibo's lips skimmed over his skin, his breath coming in puffs when Yibo kissed and fondled with his . They stripped themselves easily, Zhan eager to finally into have his little intern all for himself.

"Haha, Zhan-ge, your Secret Santa is quite amazing. How did he know this would be put to good use today?"

Zhan tried to reach for the bottle of lube Yibo held, but the younger held it far away. "Regardless," he shot back, the previously suppressed irritation inside him firing up again at the mention of his Secret Santa. Seriously, that guy. Girl. "When I find out who it is, they're going to regret it," Zhan vowed as he drew Yibo close, kissing him passionately.

It was a little too late before Zhan realized what Yibo was trying to do. He initially thought he was going to get a little show of Yibo opening himself up for him, but now that his own legs were being parted, fingers touching at his entrance, he froze, looking at Yibo with a questioning expression of disbelief. "What are you doing?" Zhan demanded, his voice sounding rather distant and hollow even to himself. No, no, no. There must've been a bit of a miscommunication. Zhan absolutely had not allowed anything /inside/ of him, ever, and he wasn't about to start now, sitting bare over his work space. "Hold on a second. Wait- /you're/ going to me?" he asked, his voice full of incredulity, a slight tremor in his words. "Excuse me? Put those fingers in yourself. No way you're doing that to me."

@❄ Supervisor Zhan His Zhan-ge was his boss for a reason. Yibo was happy to oblige when the older male didn't make an immediate decision in response to his question. Rather, Zhan was taking initiative to get even more intimate with him, not bothered by the fact that this was a public space in which the building custodians may walk in on if they decided to take that much time. Wrapped his arms around the other, Yibo carded his fingers through Zhan's hair, feeling the cool wetness at his neck and collarbone as the first few buttons of his dress shirt were undone and taken over by Zhan's soft lips.

Smugly, Yibo slipped out of his shirt at the older's orders, letting the sleeves slide off his arms and the light blue shirt falling to the floor behind him. But Yibo was one to do something without getting anything in return. His fingers swiftly attacked the buttons on Zhan's shirt, bypassing the tie around his neck and baring Zhan's chest to him as he parted the shirt down the middle. "Help me out, Lao Xiao. Off." he ordered lowly, his lips as he leaned in, at Zhan's skin, eventually finding the other's . Yibo took the right nub in his mouth, nipping on it and marking up the area around it before moving to the other side to repeat the process.

Amidst all this, he undid his own pants without further instruction from Zhan. His hands fumbled to keep the older at an equal playing field. Without much resistance from Zhan, Yibo managed to undress them both in record time. Once his hands were free from the mindless task of undoing their clothes, he naturally trapped the older at his desk, palming Zhan's exposed length now and giving the member a few pumps.

His eyes caught side of the red bag on Zhan's desk. He was sure that the bottle of lube would be in there too. Smiling lightly to himself, Yibo daringly reached his other hand out, grappling for the bag and uninvitedly probing in there, blindly feeling around until he located the small, familiar bottle and pulling it out. "Haha, Zhan-ge, your Secret Santa is quite amazing. How did he know this would be put to good use today?" he asked, undoing the plastic around the lid when he pulled away quickly. Holding the bottle far away from Zhan's reach, Yibo raised his brow, smirking.

Yibo popped the cap, pouring a generous amount of the viscous substance into the palm of his hand and slathering it on his sizeable length. He was still a growing boy, he kept reminding himself. Chucking the bottle aside, such that Zhan would not have any access to it, Yibo continued to smirk cheekily, "Ready for me, Zhan-ge?" he teased as his hands now pressed at Zhan's inner thighs parting the older's legs while his hand invaded further down.

@❄ Intern Yibo Zhan let Yibo do as he liked, letting himself lean into Yibo as he kissed the other with hot, open mouthed kisses. "Yes, I liked you because you wrote up the best cost-budget analyses within the office," he answered sarcastically, his words muffled and as he spoke against his their lips massaging together. "Don't be stupid, Yibo." Zhan had unknowingly backed up against his desk, the back of his thighs hitting the edge of the wooden table. He let out a little squeak, sitting on it and allowing Yibo up in his space as they kissed passionately. "I'm not entertaining you and feeding your ego right now. Enough talk, Lao Wang."

Obviously, Yibo intended for them to spend the night together, but why wait until they made it to one of their places? Zhan opted not to answer Yibo's question verbally, instead tearing open at his dress shirt and on Yibo's prominent, sharp collarbones. Now that he was allowed to have Yibo, he wanted to mark him, let the whole world know he was off limits (though not officially yet, but Zhan would fix that). He wanted to kiss that smug look off Yibo's face, take him like he's always daydreamed of doing in the office.

Between Zhan's lips abusing Yibo's face and his hands carding through the younger's hair, the intern looked like a mess. His mouth was red and shiny with saliva, and his hair stood up from all over the place. Zhan was sure he looked no better, but he took a moment to admire how pretty Yibo looked, his chest heaving, before he commanded roughly, "Take this off." He tired at Yibo's shirt, the buttons popping apart as he bared Yibo's milky smooth skin.

@❄ Supervisor Zhan "You could've said so sooner, you know-"

"Heiii, Mr. Supervisor Sir, why didn't you say so any sooner?" Yibo retorted, a hand wrapping around Zhan's tie, pulling the older male down to his eye level. A smirk crossed his face again, his lips retreating to a side of his face, slanted as he realized what advantage he had right now. "You like me so much, Zhan-ge, dare to prove it?"

Yibo raised his brow, questioning, "What'd you like about me? Hm?" He kissed Zhan passionately once. "Was it my talent?" He kissed Zhan deeply twice. "My looks?" He even nipped at the lower's bottom lip. "Or how much of a man I am?" he finally concluded, grinning as he took a step forward, forcing his superior onto his own desk. Yibo leaned in, taking in Zhan's handsome face, a predator-like look his face.

So Qin-jie may have checked around the office before taking off, as she was in charge of turning off the office lights and electricity before leaving. So she may have realized the lights still on in Zhan's office when all the other lights on their floor were turned off. So she may have even caught sight of Wang Yibo aggressively pinning Xiao Zhan on Zhan's very own work desk, the two males kissing aggressively. She only took one quick glance past the blinds and decided to take her exit while their clothes were still on.

No matter, Yibo paid no mind to what was happening in the world around them. When he was very obviously out of breath from attacking Zhan's lips with kiss after kiss (the older's now swollen lips evidence of his aggressivness), he pulled away, still looking smug to his very core. "Since you like me so much Zhan-ge, tonight, your place? Or mine?"

@❄ Intern Yibo Once the smattering of applause died off and the staff of Zhan's team went off to pack up for the holidays (as if witnessing something like that was an every day occurrence), Zhan began to feel the embarrassment set in. Not at kissing Yibo, since he'd been wanting that for God knows how long, but at how the entire office was there to witness their first kiss (and if Zhan had any control over it, there would be more).

"You owe me 200, I told you it'd happen before the year end," Zhan heard Jiacheng mutter to Ah-Qin as Yibo dragged him out of the lounge.

The sun was near completely set when Yibo shut the door behind them. It was hard to see what the younger was expressing on his face in the dim light, especially since Zhan /needed/ to know whilst silence enveloped them.

"I'm not using the mistletoe as an excuse this time..."

"The what," Zhan said stupidly before he was pulled down to Yibo's height, their lips fitting over one another's again. He reacted as if out of reflex, his hands sliding up Yibo's sides to hold him in place as they kissed. Daringly, Zhan swiped the tip of his tongue along Yibo's lower lip, poking and prodding his tongue at the corners of Yibo's mouth in a gentle attempt to slip his tongue past those soft, plush lips.

"I like you. I really like you. Fire me if you want for saying this, but I really, really like you."

Zhan had to laugh in disbelief at Yibo challenging expression, his hand moving up to brush through Yibo's hair and cup his cheek. "Fire you? I like you too much to do that. Who's going to argue with me about the worst Starbucks drinks if I fire you?" His other hand framed Yibo's face, too. "Do you hear me? I like you, I've liked you for a long time." Without giving Yibo a chance to respond, he dipped his head again, not having had enough of abusing Yibo's reddening lips. Yibo liked him. Yibo willingly kissed him, and he could kiss Yibo back. In his exhilaration, Zhan couldn't help but add, "You could've said so sooner, you know-"

@❄ Supervisor Zhan What Yibo thought to be the epitome of courage that day had to just be one upped by Zhan. The man wouldn't give him a break to just win in peace, now would he? Before he could assess Zhan's reaction, Yibo found himself being pulled (literally) into a deeper kiss. Damn the consequences, he'd deal with them later. Yibo could only come to that conclusion as he returned the kiss, leaning his weight on Zhan so he wouldn't topple over from the sheer force of the other's tug.

That kiss left his lips buzzing, a numb feeling taking over the rest of his body. Yibo felt light when they pulled away, and it took him a moment to ground himself. His hands rested at his hips as he stared at the ground in front of him. The almighty Yibo, who always had a retort up his sleeve for anyone at anytime, was suddenly speechless.

"We're under the mistletoe," Zhan dumbly commented. Yibo raised his head, looking at older male with tightly knit brows. Could Zhan state the obvious any louder?

Suddenly, there was clapping. Not just the sound of one person clapping, but multiple. Yibo's cheeks burned as he looked around the office, seeing many of the staff members shaking their heads, smiles on their faces as they congratulated the two for finally breaking the tension.

"What do you mean 'about time'?" he shot back hotly at Qin-jie, the boylike nature of his suddenly taking over as he ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, it's either you two would argue until one left, or this would happen." Qin-jie explained, adding in a thumbs up as she concluded, "But many of us figured this ending was more likely."

Na-jie, who finally saw how red Yibo's face was, helped to disperse the crowd, using her shriller voice to announce, "Alright, it's almost 3! Everyone clean up your areas and you can start heading out I believe." As the oldest here, both in experience and age, Na-jie was simply doing her duty and stepping up for their supervisor, who also seemed to be equally speechless at this moment.

As the staff returned to their respective stations to clean up, Yibo realized he didn't want to clean up. He had matters much more important than papers to tidy up right now. Reaching out, he grabbed Zhan's wrist, giving it a decisive tug as they headed for Zhan's office. Yibo shut the door behind him quickly, erratic breaths betraying his emotions. "Zhan-ge-" he said, finally breaking the silence between them, "I'm not using the mistletoe as an excuse this time..." he said, taking a step forward, backing the older male against his desk and grabbing at his suit collar. Yibo gave it a tug, making Zhan lower his head so Yibo could kiss him properly again. Of course, Yibo had to make sure that Zhan liked him, and this wasn't the holiday spirits making them both a little crazy.

He pulled away, their faces just inches from each other as his low voice rumbled in his throat, "I like you." he admitted, "I really like you. Fire me if you want for saying this, but I really, really like you." he said, eyes glaring up at Zhan, waiting for the older's response.

@❄ Intern Yibo Yibo was not taking his venting seriously, and Zhan was not happy with that. As an intern under his supervision, one of Yibo's responsibilities included (but was not limited to) listening to Zhan's grievances in the office. Now he was going to ignore Zhan's /pain/ and drag him around without an explanation of what he was planning to do? Outrageous.

Zhan opened his mouth to demand what exactly did Yibo think he was doing. "Wang Yibo, what are you-"

Oh. Yibo just kissed him, he thinks. Zhan only deduced so because the last thing he could really know for sure was that Yibo's face was literally an inch from his before the felt the soft press of flesh against his own. His lips tightened into a thin line of disbelief, completely blanking out as he tried to process what had just happened. He was vaguely aware of most of the staff eyeing them out of his peripheral vision, but he had more pressing matters at hand. Namely, he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that /Wang Yibo/ just kissed him. Was it supposed to be some sick joke or something?

Whatever it was, Zhan wasn't going to be made to look like such a fool in front of his own staff. He couldn't just let Yibo walk away and leave him standing there like an idiot. He moved before he could think it through, grabbing Yibo by his wrist. With a forceful tug (much more forceful than Zhan intended), he brought Yibo in, using his height to an advantage to slot his lips over Yibo's, his grip on the younger tight. It was a dream, he thinks. It had to be, because the man he'd been crushing on for a solid half a year had kissed him. And he was kissing him back, and-

Zhan broke their kiss for air, his cheeks burning impossibly warm. "We're under the mistletoe," he managed with a strained voice, as if it could excuse what he had just done.

Na-jie put it up, but she obviously hadn't intended for anyone to use it. She was the first one to start clapping, and the rest of the staff followed along much to Zhan's horror. "About time," Ah-Qin said, shaking her head as she applauded. "About time, you two."

@❄ Supervisor Zhan The very calm and collected Zhan-ge that Yibo had known for the past 6 months seemed to be experiencing a mental break time for the very first time - and it was right in front of Yibo too. The younger was always used to teasing the older male, making him lose his train of thought, cutting his words short, or teasing him about his age so he didn't have any words in retaliation. But here, right now, Yibo couldn't fit in a single word because of how fast Zhan was suddenly talking, words shooting out of his mouth along with the gas that would shoot out of his ears if this were an animation for kids. Yibo's mouth was agape as he listened with slight concern about if he'd gone too far on this joke, hearing Zhan's rambling.

"Why don't you go stand under the mistletoe instead and wait for my Secret Santa to kiss you!" Zhan suddenly shot at Yibo.

Something seemed to click inside him when Zhan said those words. Yibo only took a moment to glance at the clock. It was almost time to get off work today. HR was releasing them at 3pm sharp. It'd be another 2 weeks before he saw his Zhan-ge again. Without another moment of hesitation, in fear of losing thie one opportunity (and possibly the sudden courage that popped into him out of nowhere), Yibo took hold of Zhan's wrist, depositing the bonus check on his desk and dragging the older male with him out of his cubicle.

They went no where else but directly under the mistletoe that was set up quite literally in plain view for most of the office to see. By the time they got there, most of the office had popped their heads out to see what antics Yibo and Zhan had up their sleeves again. This, the younger did not take notice of, as he was too busy steeling himself for his next course of action. Before Zhan could say anything, Yibo tiptoed, pressing a quick kiss on the older's lips.

In the time span of his heartbeat, he had completed the action. Yibo backed away, his hands coming up as if already anticipating getting slapped in the face for doing that. Yes, he had just kissed his beloved Zhan-ge. No, he had no immediate plans of returning to his internship.

@❄ Intern Yibo "What bottle of lube? Is that even allowed in this here office?"

"It's not allowed!"

Listening to Yibo's protests of innocence Zhan began to relax a little, finding himself quite silly for accusing the younger like this. Yibo would never so outrageously lie in his face, Zhan figured. As much as he liked to tease Yibo about it, the younger was actually indeed very hardworking and would never disrespect his superior by lying about something so... trivial. Zhan's hand on the envelope loosened, and he let Yibo take it from him. Well, at least, that was another suspect crossed off Zhan's list. He was about to let it go when Yibo /had/ to take it a step further.

"Did someone set that mistletoe up just today? Was that someone your Secret Santa? They might just be looking for you to kiss them."

"Do they think I would want to kiss them after that!" Zhan snapped, reaching his wit's end with the teasing (though there had barely been any). "They /knew/ the Secret Santa was going to be in front of everyone, and they had to put /that/, of all things, into it! It's not like I have beef with anyone here, so why would they do that? It's so tasteless and ugly, just like my Secret Santa, I bet," Zhan said in a very rapid-fire way, his cheeks tinted pink from his rage. "Can you stop laughing at me already? Why don't you go stand under the mistletoe instead and wait for my Secret Santa to kiss you!"