¥ CNY/V-Day 2020 ♡

@¥ Supervisor Zhan For the first time since Yibo was aware of this bogus day being celebrated as a holiday, he did not begrudgingly respond with some unnecessary and party-pooping comment. "Happy Valentine's Day, Zhan-ge." he said, turning so he could nuzzle his cheek against his boyfriend. He gave a little laugh as Zhan thanked him for what was obviously a sub-par date. "Since the bars were set pretty low this year, I promise it'll only get better in the years to come." Yibo replied, words within his words as he smiled softly.

He knew what a romantic the older male was. Yibo then decided on the spot that tomorrow, he'd take Zhan on a nice make-up date, one that would be better than any possible date that could take place on Valentine's Day itself. When the craze of selling roses on the streets and chocolate boxes stocked on the shelf of every store was over, then Yibo would show Zhan how good he was at this whole romance thing too.

Yibo reached back to flick the lights off. He then turned back to embrace Zhan, placing a light kiss on his boyfriend's forehead. "I love you, Zhan-ge."

@¥ Intern Yibo Zhan couldn't help but slap his palm repeatedly over Yibo's shoulder in a weak plea for him to hurry and finish. The feeling of Yibo sliding against his sensitive insides was too much for Zhan to bear, overshooting his nerves and giving him the worst sensory overload Zhan had ever felt from being ed too thoroughly. He cried out hoarsely, tears squeezing into bears at the corners of his eyes as Yibo rode out his high. Even as Yibo's rough movements slowed, Zhan gasped softly until his lover slowed enough to almost be completely still.

"Shut up," Zhan said, because he did not want it getting into Yibo's head that he could act like that around him all the time. Despite his brash tone, Zhan let Yibo rest over him, kissing the younger back with a gentle nibble. As carefully as he could, Zhan rolled them onto their sides, wincing at ache settling in his lower back already. A yawn threatened to escape him as he pressed his face into the crook of Yibo's neck, a sound similar to a purr of contentment rising in his chest. "Happy Valentine's Day," he mumbled, letting his heavy eyelids close as they wished. "You know, this is the first Valentine's Day that I've spent with someone else. I don't have anything else to compare to. I had a good time today. Thank you, Yibo."

@¥ Supervisor Zhan With his defiled supervisor boyfriend underneath him, pleading for Yibo to come ever so lewdly, how could the younger resist? He grinned, leaning in to and tease at Zhan's jawline, leaving a few dark marks in his teeth's wake as he rutted his hips into the other animalistically, chasing an approaching release. Zhan was still under him, probably hypersensitive from having just released but still letting Yibo into his soft insides. The younger only needed a little more encouragement before he finally released too, spewing his hot load inside Zhan, filling the older up. Yibo rocked his hips slowly, riding out his and as he praised the older male lavishly. Capturing Zhan's lips in another kiss, Yibo gently caressed the older's cheek in his hand, grinning as he mumbled against Zhan's lips, "What a good, good boy you are, Gege."

@¥ Intern Yibo The stuff Yibo said always sounded like it was a dialogue straight out of a well-written video, and Zhan enjoyed it thoroughly. He hungrily devoured every word that fell from Yibo's lips, the incident of his mother calling already leaving his mind as he grasped for Yibo to come closer. "Yibo," he tried to admonish for the teasing, but it came out in a sultry and wanton instead. "Please... more. Harder, give me more." His eyes fluttered open and close, his lips parted to let out his uninhabited moans as Yibo pounded so hard into him Zhan was subconsciously beginning to lift his hips off the mattress. Zhan gave in, not that he could've held it in longer anyway. He wasn't even sure if Yibo was ready to release, but he came first, his body convulsing and his toes curling as he squirted all over Yibo's hand that held him. His own hands found Yibo's narrow shoulders and he gripped them tightly, his chest rising off the mattress as his back arched. "Yibo!" he gasped, screwing his eyes shut tightly as he chanted the younger's name like a mantra. "No more- just , it's too much now- Yibo, please-"

@¥ Supervisor Zhan It was a good thing Yibo was stubborn and liked to have things his way, therefore ignoring Zhan's little warnings to get him to stop and continuing out of instinct. If not for him, who knew when that call would have ended? /Finally/ the call was over, and Yibo was more than happy to see the black device flying across the bed, next getting pulled down by his lover for a hungry kiss. He smirked victoriously, hips moving at a faster pace as he began to find the original rhythm he had before getting so rudely interrupted. Yibo relished in the way his name rolled off the older male, grunting softly in response before nipping at Zhan's lower lip and initiating another kiss. "Please, what?" he growled, this submissive tone of his boyfriend driving him into a lusty frenzy.

Bent over like this, his drying hair matted over his forehead, covering part of Zhan's face from his sight. Supporting himself on the weight of his knees and one arm, he ran a hand through his hair, his lips as he pulled back to get a look at his handsome boyfriend, "Are you close, Zhan-ge?" he teased, the same hand taking hold of Zhan's and starting to give it a few encouraging pumps, "So soon? Won't you wait for me, Let's make it romantic." he suggested playfully, seeing the expression on Zhan's face which indicated the older probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long. " for me," Yibo encouraged, voice low and authoritative, "But you have to moan my name again-" he grunted, "the same way as earlier."

@¥ Intern Yibo Yibo slowed down, but Zhan would be lying if he claimed that didn't feel just as good as when Yibo lost his inhibitions ing him. Zhan grappled with Yibo's wrist, pulling on it in a silent plea for him to stop. Each of Yibo's length pumping in and out of him filled Zhan up like nothing else could, tender and full of love but demanding as the tip pressed against his prostate each time. When the phone was being transferred to another relative, Zhan angled the camera away from his face, muting the microphone to let out a long, drawn-out moan. "Enough," he pleaded, his head tilting back until it hit the headboard. "Wang Yibo, you're too much-"

"Xiao Zhan?"

"Hi, Third Auntie," Zhan said wearily, unmuting his microphone and holding his phone up properly again. "Happy New Year..."

"Xiao Zhan, did you move again? Didn't you just move?"

"Huh? I haven't" Zhan said breathily, hardening his expression to the best of his ability and ignoring the way Yibo was looking at him from over the top of his phone, his stomach clenching tightly as the younger's gentle rocking brought him closer and closer to his building release. His mind was a cloudy haze, and he couldn't figure out why his aunt would ask whether he'd moved out of nowhere. He didn't care for why, either, wanting- /needing/ Yibo to finish what he'd started /now/, not after Zhan was finished with his call. "Aunties, Mom, I have to go! I-" His words got cut off by a moan he barely managed to swallow back. "I'm baking, I have to watch the- the stove- I'll call again in a bit!"

His family barely got their goodbyes out before Zhan cut the call, throwing his phone aside and pulling Yibo down in a ferocious kiss. He nipped at Yibo's swelling lips with his teeth, rutting his hips upwards at the younger in an effort to meet his s. "Yibo," he cried out in a soft plea, all his pleasurable noises spilling out in an unrestrained way. "Please-"

@¥ Supervisor Zhan His intention throughout was to be gentle, but as Yibo got more invested into the motions, each drawing a more pleasurable feeling than the one before, he slowly began to lose sight of his initial promise. And maybe it was just his weird brain, but having Zhan on the verge of while performing such a mundane, innocent task as talking to his family seemed to turn Yibo on even more. His boyfriend's face was slowly getting more and more flushed, and Yibo held back a chuckle every time he looked at Zhan's face.

"Jian Guo bit my foot," Zhan excused himself when Yibo accidentally ed a little too hard, causing the older to jerk and arouse some suspicion from his family on the other end. Yibo pouted as the other's thighs gripped at his waist, slowing his actions. However, he was undeterred and he swiftly reached out to take Zhan's length in his own, giving it a few pumps to make his boyfriend loosen up. Yibo was getting close, he didn't see any reason to stop now! Besides, Zhan had taken way longer than he had expected, so this was all fair game!

A little mischievous smirk spread on Yibo's lips as his hands slid to the outsides of Zhan's thighs, gripping at the fleshy bottom and giving him a playful massage. It was only when he felt the grip around his waist loosening did he continue his ministrations, beginning to (slower and softer) once again.

@¥ Intern Yibo However gentle Yibo claimed he was, Zhan felt a rush of blood to his head, his mind and thoughts spinning about as Yibo pushed his hard length back inside his soft entrance. He held his breath, afraid of crying out as his (dementia-plagued) second aunt wished him wealth and luck in his studies. It felt even more torturous than it did the first time around that night, and heat flooded Zhan's cheeks.

"Xiao Zhan?" It was his mother. "Are you alright? You have the heat too high again, don't you?"

"No," Zhan panted when he finally released the breath he was holding, his hand reaching out and splaying across Yibo's abdomen to slow to stop the younger. The bed rocked with the smooth rolling of Yibo's hips, and Zhan noticed he was beginning to bounce with the motion of the bed in the frame of his phone. He tried his best to shoot a glare at his boyfriend over the top of his phone, a moan threatening to spill past his lips as the tip of Yibo's brushed against his prostate each time. "Third Aunt," he wheezed softly when the phone was passed on. "Happy New Year- ow!" Yibo had done it. That stupid man. Zhan winced when a particularly rough slid against his insides.

"Xiao Zhan! What's the matter with you now?"

"Jian Guo bit my foot," Zhan said weakly: the first excuse he could think of off the top of his head. He tried to jerk his knee into Yibo's side, wanting him /off/. "Off!" he hissed under his breath, his thighs squeezing Yibo's slim waist.

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Way to kill an . The loud blaring noises that came from Zhan's relatives on the other end of the phone were enough to make Yibo flinch. And of course, it didn't help that his boyfriend, who was so gently and helplessly under him from a moment ago, was now bellowing into the phone so someone on the other end would be able to hear them. Yibo sighed as he returned the squeeze on Zhan's hand, sitting back and doing his best to wait patiently as his boyfriend managed to make his way through a delayed conversation with his grandma, then his grandpa.

Yibo didn't know how many people there were to begin with, but when Zhan had finished conversing with his three uncles and was now starting to great the lineup of five aunts, Yibo decided that he didn't want to wait anymore. There was nothing wrong with having a phonecall with relatives during , as he'd like to believe, and so while the phone was being handed over, the younger flashed a little smirk at his boyfriend, getting up on his knees as he shifted on the bed. He spread Zhan's legs a bit wider and then positioned his back up against the older's entrance, ignoring the panicked blocking motions of Zhan's hands as Yibo swiftly slipped back into the older male with a single push. "I'll be gentle." he mouthed to the older male.

And so, as Zhan was continuing another long string of conversation with his aunts, Yibo simply pounded away. Of course, he was courteous so as to not make the bed jerk from his motions and give Zhan away. His s were slow and steady, length sliding all the way in before pulling out and stretching Zhan with the girthiest part of his tip. Yibo wanted to groan from this pleasurable feeling, but he was good at restraining his noises, simply waiting for Zhan to mute the phone before in time with the older.

@¥ Intern Yibo Zhan propped the pillows up against the headboard and sat up against them so he was half-lying over the bed, his bottom half still bare and open for Yibo to sit between. Running a hand through his hair and pulling on the hem of his shirt to smooth it out, Zhan picked up his phone again, careful to leave it angled until he was certain the video was only for the front camera. "Hey, ma," he said weakly, his heart beating weakly at how flushed his face looked in the video. "It's pretty late, isn't it?"

"It's 9, why are you in bed already?" Zhan's mother asked. "Never mind, here's your grandmother. Say hi."

"Grandma!" Zhan had to say loudly, bordering on yelling into his phone. His free hand clasped over Yibo's in apology, for his grandmother was little ways from being fully deaf, even with the volume on her devices turned all the way up. "Happy new year, Grandma!"

"What?"

"Happy new year! Wish you good health, okay? Are you well?"

"Who's this?"

"Mom, it's Xiao Zhan, Ah-Zhan," someone said in the background.

"Who?"

"Grandma!" Zhan yelled, holding Yibo's hand a little tighter in his. He could see his grandfather, who was equally deaf, in the background, and foresaw the very long night that was coming. Not to mention there were so many of his aunts and uncles and cousins to greet and make small talk to. His gaze flicked up to meet Yibo's, an apologetic smile playing on the corner of his lips.

@¥ Supervisor Zhan The audio on Zhan's phone was quite loud, so Yibo could hear mostly everything that the older's mom was saying. He sighed softly, pressing his chest against his boyfriend's as he tried his best to wait this little interruption out. Of all times for her to call, why did it have to be when Yibo was trying to redeem himself for being one big failure of a romantic? rested his sharp chin on Zhan's chest, looking up at his boyfriend with owlish eyes as his length twitched inside the other's tight entrance.

"Get off, Yibo. I'll only be a few minutes."

Yibo naturally pouted, displeased with the sudden change of plans. He had half the mind to whine, but only shut himself up in case Zhan did not mute the phone. Better safe than sorry, Yibo figured. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out, reaching over the bed to grab a t-shirt that Zhan had lying out at the edge of it, shoving it in his boyfriend's arms. Yibo sat back on his legs, a brow raised as he watched Zhan sit up and fumble to put the shirt on so he could accept the audio call. "Just make sure you don't switch the camera lens." he reminded the older, rubbing circles as Zhan's thighs as he stayed settled between them. Phone call or not, Zhan wasn't closing his legs, so he best hurry on with his little (annoying) family reunion.

@¥ Intern Yibo It was funny how Yibo could tell Zhan to hurry up now, since it was usually Zhan rushing the other in the office. His eyes rolled without mocking intent, and he examined the screen of his ringing phone. His mother's name was on the upper corner, but Zhan could only see his own confused face staring back at him. It took another moment for him to realize that his mother wanted to /video/ call. He glanced up at Yibo, adjusted his hips as he winced, and accepted the call for audio only.

"Mom?" Zhan greeted, a little more breathless than he would've liked. "What is it?"

"Are you busy? What are you doing so late?"

"I'm-"

"Nevermind, turn on your camera. I'm at your grandma's and you haven't had a chance to greet them yet."

"I did," Zhan said, shivering now that he was laying still. He reached his free hand up for Yibo, pulling the younger to lay over him, drawn to the warmth his lover radiated. "It's just not the best time."

"There isn't going to be a better time," his mother said. "Hurry up, your dad and I are leaving soon!"

"Give me a second," Zhan said as neutrally as he could. He muted the microphone from his head, and looked up at Yibo, who was still lodged inside him, helplessly. "What do I do?" he groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to block out the world for a bit. "Get off, Yibo. I'll only be a few minutes."

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Yibo was just starting to find a comfortable pace for himself, ing into the older male with great vigor and renewed energy thanks to the massage from earlier. He groaned lowly as Zhan's entrance easily enveloped his length, warming it and hugging him tightly. Therefore, even when they were so rudely interrupted by the ringing tone of Zhan's phone, Yibo was more than eager to continue on as if nothing happened, instead wanting to go harder so Zhan would moan loudly for him again. While Zhan fumbled with his phone, Yibo had found a place at the older's collarbone, nipping at the little dip of the sharp collarbone and biting down when Zhan seemed to be distracted once more.

He pulled away when hearing Zhan's voice, the hand at his abdomen bringing a displeased look on his face. "Why can't you turn off your phone-" he asked, then realizing that it would be rude to ask that of the older's mother. Despite his impatience and annoyance with this interruption, he didn't want Zhan to think that he was going to be rude to the older's mother, and thus, Yibo pulled back for a moment, his length still fitting snugly in Zhan's entrance. He settled himself between the older's legs and flicked his chin once, allowing the older to pick up the phone, "Make it quick, please." he grunted, thinking this was going to be a simple phone call.

@¥ Intern Yibo "I love you," Zhan said easily, the tips of his fingers raking down Yibo's firm chest and abdomen in a silent plea for Yibo not to tease. Admittedly, after weeks of running about planning and a whole day of taking care of Yibo, it felt good to lie back and let Yibo rub him all over, take care of him in return. Zhan decided he didn't care if Yibo only had a ¥100 Starbucks gift card for him. He opened his legs a little wider to accommodate Yibo's stiff length that began to stretch him open, his sighs and moans soft as Yibo inched inside him. His arms wound around Yibo and pulled him so close that each time he took a breath, his chest touched his lover's. His knees bracketed Yibo's hips nicely - Yibo's waist was so thin they were just /asking/ to have legs wrapped around them. The pace was beginning to pick up, and Zhan's breaths came quicker as he lifted his hips for Yibo-

A loud ringing startled Zhan so much he squealed in a rather girlish way. His phone, it turned out, had been abandoned mere inches from his head, and set to the highest possible ring volume. Zhan grunted to mask his embarrassment, bending his arm backwards to shut it off. Not even a minute after he'd done so, the ringing picked up again. Zhan craned his head to look. It was his mother. A cut off any train of thought before they began, and Zhan moaned loudly as he fell back against the sheets. The phone began to ring for a third time, and Zhan looked helplessly up at Yibo, splaying a hand over his lover's abdomen to slow him. "She's not going to stop until I pick up," Zhan said apologetically without moving, as if waiting for permission.

@¥ Supervisor Zhan As much as they tried to spice things up in their bedroom life, it appeared that things were always spicy enough the way they were. Zhan, like Yibo, was the impatient type, and soon after giving a few , the older male already had Yibo's length positioned against his entrance, welcoming him to enter. Grinning, Yibo rolled his hips between the older's buttcheeks, refusing to give in just yet. "You know I love you right, Zhan-ge?" he asked, a stripe at the corner of the older's lip before moving away, his teeth finding solace along the curve of Zhan's ear, nipping at the soft cartilage teasingly, "So if you tell me who you love, I'll give you more." Yibo grinned.

And when Zhan said the words he wanted, Yibo pushed himself all the way in, sheathing his length as promised. "Zhan-ge, you're so /tight/." he groaned, relishing in the heat that enveloped his and made him exercise all his willpower to not just start moving. Sure, it was a little painful at the beginning since there was no lube, and skin rubbing on skin usually caused uncomfortable friction, but they'd get used to it soon - as they always did. Yibo moaned softly into Zhan's ear, grinning as he began to rock his hips slightly, letting the older adjust before any ing.

@¥ Intern Yibo Yibo was so insufferable. Zhan's thighs trembled as he reined in his moans, already falling apart before Yibo had even truly begun. Yibo's mouth was hot, too hot, and he took Zhan in so well the older could feel his lover's /throat/ opening up for the tip of his . It was always easy to get Zhan to finish like this, but Yibo chose to pull away all of a sudden, eliciting a whine of protest from Zhan.

It might have been a little masochistic, but Zhan had an aversion to lube. He slipped his hand between his and his lover's bodies, gripping their lengths and pumping them against his stomach. His toes curled at the sensation, preparing himself mentally for the burn that was to come. Yibo's mouth was hot and wet, his tongue invasive as it swirled and pressed against Zhan's. The older shivered in anticipation, thumbing over the slit of Yibo's before pushing the younger's waist back and positioning the heavy length against his hole.

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Yibo never once imagined that he, a new intern to a large conglomerate, would ever had his direct superior in bed with him, underneath him, pleading him for more as pleasure overwhelmed him. But now he didn't need to imagine, because this was the exact sight he had in front of him now. Seeing that Zhan was asking so nicely, the whines coming from the older's throat a rare thing to be heard, Yibo wrapped his lips around Zhan's length once more, stroking what he had yet to reach while be hollowed his cheeks and slowly worked the length in his mouth. Reaching a hand up, Yibo gripped onto Zhan's waist, pushing the older down on the mattress and keeping him from moving too much. While the sight was enticing, Yibo knew he had a gag reflex, and so if Zhan kept moving, he'd make it harder for Yibo to take him deeper. When he pulled away again, Yibo clambered up for a kiss against Zhan's lips, grinning devilishly as he purposefully, locked their tongues together, wanting Zhan to taste himself. His own length was painfully hard too, and so while he kept Zhan's lips busy, Yibo also indulged himself by grinding downwards, creating friction with their two hard ons rubbing against each other.

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Zhan let out a shaky breath when Yibo took him into his mouth. His was so hard the skin around his balls tightened, and he ached desperately for Yibo's hot mouth to kiss and every inch of his skin. His hands grasped at Yibo's shoulders, a long moan drawing past his swelling lips. "Don't stop," he drawled in a whine whenever Yibo's lips detached from his . "Yibo, don't tease, please... you feel good, I don't- ah..." Zhan's back arched of the mattress, and his eyes screwing shut from the pleasure on the tip of his . "Yibo, please!"

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Experimenting was fun and all, but Yibo had always been so goal oriented when he got in bed with Zhan, that he rarely ever left time for things like this. He grinned as he began to kiss along the older's jawline, breath grazing against Zhan's neck while Yibo a stripe against the clean skin, ready to mark it up all over again, "You like it when I talk a lot." he replied cooly, "I know it drives you wild." Yibo reached a hand between their bodies, taking hold of Zhan's hardening length as he began to it. "You should tell me how much you want me, Zhan-ge." he smirked, "Scream so that everyone can hear you on Valentine's Day."

Yibo pulled himself off Zhan after a while, settling between the older's legs, lowering his head and coming face to face with his boyfriend's . s between them were rare, since they were both the impatient type, but since this was Valentine's Day, they could go all night, and Yibo would have no qualms about it - regardless of the pace. He engulfed the tip of Zhan's length in his mouth, raising his brows suggestively as he made contact with the older, giving a few experimental motions before releasing his mouth with a pop.

@¥ Intern Yibo " is not a substitute for a gift," Zhan retorted, though his voice held no grievances towards the younger. He rolled his hips up into Yibo's as they connected their lips into another long, wet kiss, his length hard between his and Yibo's stomachs. Just months ago, Zhan would have never agreed to have something so intrusive shoved up inside him so often (at least thrice a week, to be exact), Now he was willing to let Yibo do anything he liked to him. It would've been concerning to his past self, but seeing bliss on Yibo's face after each time was all worth it to Zhan. He opened his legs a little wider too accommodate Yibo between them, bringing his body up a little to le on his lover's lips properly. "You always talk too much in bed, Bo-di," Zhan grunted softly, grappling the younger close. "Show me instead of telling me."

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Zhan always smelled good, but it was always after their shower together at night that the older smelled /particularly/ good. The scent of their shared soaps and scents filled the steamy bathrooms, and Yibo was already feeling like he was floating on clouds just from this feeling alone. He followed Zhan's lead, one side of his lip twisting up into a smirk as he excitedly landed over Zhan on the bed, feeling the cushion dip at his knees.

"It's Valentine's Day," Zhan noted.

"Mm." Yibo hummed against the older's lips, not understanding why this had to be brought up again.

"Think we can... switch?"

That proposal alone was enough to make Yibo laugh on reflex, and he shook his head apologetically, "Sorry Zhan-ge, here's my chance to give you the best Valentine's gift that I can." he said, a hand trailing down his boyfriend's side and landing at the fleshy hips, giving Zhan a soft squeeze, "You have to be a good boy for me tonight, gege." Yibo grinned, nipping at the corner of Zhan's lips, "And I'll rock your world a different way tonight."

@¥ Intern Yibo Yibo liked to be clean before doing anything, so Zhan showered with the younger without trying to start anything or get frisky in the shower. Their hair was still dripping wet when Yibo tugged him close for a kiss, which Zhan responded to by deepening it. His arms slid around Yibo's bare waist, holding the smaller close as he ran his tongue along Yibo's lips and pushed it into Yibo's mouth, massaging their tongues together. There was no need to dress first, of course. Zhan guided them over to the bed, pulling Yibo so they fell together. He shifted so he landed first, beneath Yibo, cushioning the other's fall and opening his legs to fit Yibo in his space. Zhan sat up slightly to connect their mouths again in a hot and passionate kiss, his hands roaming the wet skin of Yibo's side. "It's Valentine's Day," he murmured, nipping at Yibo's lip with his teeth. "Think we can... switch?"

@¥ Supervisor Zhan As hearty as dinner was, Yibo still thought that the best part of every night was to go home with Zhan and spend the night together in the comforts of their personal space. He was not surprised that Zhan decided to go to his apartment, since it was the logical choice given the distance between his apartment and the restaurant. Nodding his head as Zhan took care of the parking situation, Yibo grinned rather childishly, "It was good." he grinned, "But it'll only get better, right Zhan-ge?" Yibo teased.

When they got into his apartment, the first thing Yibo did was deposit his belongings on the couch and then taking Zhan by the hand, giving it a tug. Of course, the first thing they should do was take a shower together. Yibo wanted nothing more than to get his boyfriend cleaned and in bed so that he could reverse all their hard work and defile Zhan through the night. Consider it his make up gift for the time being. He wasted no time today, grabbing whatever tshirts and sweats were at the top of the drawer, making sure to get a similar set for Zhan too...though it was clear the older male wouldn't be needing it much tonight.

Their shower was short, Zhan seeming to have taken a hint from Yibo. Yibo carded his soapy fingers through his hair, shampooing in and rinsing quickly. Actually, they had finished showering in record time, and when they finally stepped out of the steamy, hot bath, Yibo only grabbed a towel to wrap around his boyfriend before his impatient personality got the best of him, and he pulled Zhan in for a sweet, long over-due kiss.

@¥ Intern Yibo “You’re welcome,” Zhan said as he returned the smile, melting at Yibo’s cute (Zhan liked to think( demeanor. They ate in mostly silence, which was not an issue at all for Zhan since he enjoyed watching Yibo enjoy such rich and heavy food so much. In fact, as between watching Yibo and offering him food from Zhan’s own plate, the latter thought he might develop a feeding kink of some sort. He did not express this out loud, only offered Yibo another piece of his food. They finished up with nothing left on their plates and Zhan took care of the bill before walking Yibo back out.

Usually after a weekend date, they ended up at either one of their houses. Yibo’s place was closer, so Zhan took the familiar roads back without consulting Yibo first. It was a silent agreement they had, a ritual of sorts. Besides, Zhan was looking forward to spending the weekend sleeping in with his boyfriend. "Did you have a good time today?" Zhan asked as they began pulling into the parking garage of Yibo's complex, his own access card to the gate dangling off his lanyard of keys and whatnot. "Apart from me letting you off work early, that is!"

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Yibo's expression soured when Zhan brought up the Christimas gift, a retort about the other's choice of /testosterone supplements/ for him being nothing better. But the younger held his tongue, deciding that he deserved this blow for tonight since he had failed pretty badly on this important day. Nodding his head, he laughed along, amusing his boyfriend, "Don't worry, I'll get you a nice big eggplant next time, the one that goes from thin to thick too." he added, smiling in relief that Zhan was not taking offense for his underwhelming gift.

Their appetizers arrived along with two glasses of red wine. Yibo raised his glass, holding it out to toast to the older male. He swirled the dark red substance inside, taking a small sniff before bringing it to his lips for a sip. Yibo was actually a heavyweight, in contrast to his boyfriend, but he preferred beer over wine, so he didn't down the glass that quickly. "Mm...it's different than the ones we usually have in our fine dining places." he noted, nodding his head, "Tastes like foreign country."

Dinner was served much later after the appetizers, and Yibo's eyes widened as the large portion and aromatic smell of meat filled his nostrils. "Thank you, Zhan-ge." he grinned as they began to eat.

@¥ Intern Yibo Zhan had already taken a look at the menu before he booked, and he did not bat an eye as he rattled off orders for their appetizers, a beef tenderloin main, two glasses of red wine. Zhan lived comfortably, alone, on his salary, and it delighted him to be able to share and spoil someone else with it. Once the waiter left, Zhan opened his mouth to say something but Yibo beat him to it, holding out a little square card. Zhan reached out for it whilst listening to Yibo’s stumbling explanation, his grin faltering as he examined the little gift card in his hands. It was not as if Zhan hated it – in fact, it was rather thoughtful of Yibo to do a little impromptu gift for him since he hadn’t prepared anything.

Zhan just wondered if he’d been making /too/ much of a big deal out of it. Ever since /before/ he and Yibo officially became a thing, he had the perfect cheesy and cliché Valentine’s Day planned in the case that he ever dated anyone during the romantic holiday. He had a folder and bookmarks of where to get his materials, spreadsheets of how it was going to go down. And now, faced with Yibo who did not care for the day at all, Zhan felt rather silly and extra about it. “Thanks, Yibo,” he finally managed with a small smile. He placed it over his phone on the table. Zhan didn’t always buy from Starbucks, but when he did it was a complicated drink for Yibo that he couldn’t make himself.

"You know I've never been good at giving gifts and things like that."

“Absolutely not,” Zhan jabbed at the younger, laughing lightly. "In fact, after the Christmas thing, I was going to tell you not to bother with gifts anymore since I was really scared you'd get me an eggplant next." He held up the card. "Lao Wang, what a pleasant surprise."

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Caught in the act, Yibo smiled sheepishly as he stuck his thin wallet between his thighs, glancing down at the menu with very complicated cursive French writing that thankfully had the Chinese translations underneath it. He couldn't say he knew what he wanted, as most of the things of the menu sounded quite foreign to him, and of course being a fancy restaurant, there were no pictures to accompany the words. He looked up at Zhan, wondering what the older male was getting. As the supervisor of their branch, Zhan had definitely been to more fine dining places and company parties than Yibo had, so he should have a clue to say the least. "Uhm...this one." he said, pointing to the description of a marinated pork chop dish. Yibo was better safe than sorry, and at least the price for this one wasn't so astounding.

When the waiter had come by to take their order, Yibo cleared his throat, ordering the French cuisine in his perfect Chinese and then handing off the menu with a little smile. He waited for Zhan to order, head tilted as he admired his boyfriend's very good social skills. He was the boss for a reason. When the waiter took his leave, Yibo then fumbled with the gift card he found again, a hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he called the older, "En...Zhan-ge," he began, "So...I didn't think Valentine's Day would be this big of a deal for you...despite how much you mentioned it." Holding out the Starbucks card that just so happened to be in a neat little red sleeve, Yibo smiled apologetically, "So until I can make it up to you, this is a placeholder." he said, quickly adding, "You know I've never been good at giving gifts and things like that."

@¥ Intern Yibo Zhan didn't play along with Yibo's attempt to start a banter this time. He grinned, enamoured, and looped their arms together, not minding at all the he was the one hanging off Yibo's arm. He shook his head. "I just want to treat you better," Zhan said, a blush creeping up the base of his neck towards his face at the impossibly cheesy words he'd just managed to utter. He cleared his throat. "Today. And every day."

Once seated at a window-side table overlooking the twinkling lights, people, and cars filling up the street before them, Zhan gestured for Yibo to take a look at the menu. "Pick anything," he insisted, noticing Yibo fiddling with something in his lap. Zhan craned his neck a little to look over the table and to grab a glimpse of what had gotten his boyfriend so preoccupied. It was his wallet, to which Zhan reached over the table to grab Yibo's attention. "Hey, it's alright," Zhan said, the gentle tone he employed something rare for him to display in public. "I said it's my treat, right? Let's pick."

@¥ Supervisor Zhan Once again, Yibo wasn't sure whether it was more appropriate to feel touched by Zhan's genuine actions or to feel even more guilty because he had failed to reciprocate on such an important day. His eyes widened and he nodded his head in approval when they arrived. Yibo easily recognized this as one of the acclaimed places for fancy dining experiences, widely popular among young couples. For Zhan to have thought of this, this told Yibo just how important Valentine's Day really was to the older.

As Zhan opened the door for him, a little cheeky smirk appeared on Yibo's face. "Are you trying to make yourself look like the man here, Zhan-ge?" he asked, laughing as he accepted the other's hand anyways. Stepping out of the car, Yibo then offered his arm, "Trying to hide the reality of what goes on in the bedroom from the outside world?" he teased quietly as they headed for the restaurant.

Indeed, it was crowded when the entered, but true to his words, Zhan had made a reservation for two in the second floor further away from the commotion. As they were seated and the big menus were placed in front of them, Yibo pulled out his wallet, fishing for something that suddenly came to mind. Didn't he have a giftcard somewhere in here...maybe a Starbucks one?

@¥ Intern Yibo When Yibo leaned in to kiss him, Zhan's free hand held the younger at his waist, keeping him balanced and still so he could part his lips and take Yibo's lips in a long, wet kiss. Zhan released the younger when he felt that he was running out of breath already, Yibo's taste lingering on his lips. "Your treat? No way, I've been planning this a while," Zhan argued, taking his hand away form Yibo's to start the car, glad for the dim light from the setting sun to hide his smitten grin easier. "I actually already booked us a place," Zhan admitted, in the most humble way he could, as if it were no big deal. It was, in fact, a very big deal when they arrived at their next destination. There was no one in town who did not know of the rather high-class French dining experience, originating from Europe, that had just settled in the heart of the city. Due to its novelty, it was constantly booked months in advance. "Stay," Zhan said simply when the engine was shut off. He made his way to Yibo's side of the car, opening the door for the younger and offering his hand and a shy smile."