@⁰⁴ zhan x. Lucky. Yibo felt like the lucky one. He was the lucky one. Sure, every guy would when the first time arrived, but Yibo's case was so much more. Spurred on by the wanton moans of his boyfriend, to lying for the first time feverish skin against the other, from chest pounding chest to undulating hips, he was motivated to love this man in every possible way.
Nipping at Zhan's chin with his teeth Yibo lifted his head up to meet the elder's gaze, lips parted and his own breathing shallow. "I love you," Yibo whispered absent-mindedly as he got lost in the sight of the dark orbs that were glazed with lust just like his own. This had a reason; he wanted to see; see what he was capable of doing to the other when he pushed his fingers past the waistband of Zhan's pants.
The first touch was as foreign as it was familiar, but it punched the air out of the younger nevertheless. "Oh god," Yibo leaned in, sparing few more kisses over every available inch of the exposed skin, giving his lover a few slow, experimental all the while. "I want you so bad," Yibo whispered seductively in retort, once his kissing spree lead him to Zhan's lips again. "You feels so-" Yibo grunted, unable to find the right words, but managed to bite down on Zhan's lower lip, groaning in pleasure to get across that he was feeling ing good with the weight of Zhan's hardness in hand and his own one trapped under his weight and the glorious thigh the younger wanted to worship. "H-how... how do you want me baby?" He had to swallow hard, gather his wits to sound confident, whilst distracting the elder from picking up on that by moving his hand on him in a teasingly slow pace.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Mind buzzing, lips parted. the world had fallen away, leaving only Zhan, Yibo and burning desire.The low groan that escaped his lovers lips sent shivers down the seniors spine. Yibo's teeth grazing across his neck elicited a soft moan from Zhan.
An involuntary whimper escaping his lips, his eyes snapping open as he felt Yibo push away. By the time the fog cleared and his eyes refocused on his handsome lover, his hoodie had been discarded. Zhan's eyes darkened in lust, drinking in the sight of the cut figure before him. "ing hell" he muttered, letting the younger discard of his t-shirt as well before reaching over to roam his fingers across his lover's abs with a featherlight touch, commiting each muscle to memory "I'm so lucky" he murmured, his back arching naturally against Yibo's touch. His eyes never leaving Yibo as his hands wandered over Zhan's in admiration.
His fingers fisted the hair at the nape of Yibo's neck, as a contented sigh left his lips. His arousal intensifying anew with each additional kiss across his jaw and collarbone. "Y-yibo..." He pleaded, rolling his hips against the had that had slithered his way to his crotch. "I- want you..."
@⁰⁴ zhan x. The surprised moan sent jolts of arousal through the younger, pleasure pooling in his abdomen. Fueled by the lingering confessions in the air, Yibo couldn't help himself but groan into the side of Zhan's neck. His teeth slowly loosened on Zhan's neck, just enough to graze his teeth over the abused skin, soothing the sensation with kisses. Zhan's fingertips left burning trails all over his skin, making the heat almost unbearable and hearing his perfect boyfriend so perfectly losing it because of him, he had to slow down.
", baby," Yibo grunted, pushing himself up to sit on his heels. In one swift movement the thick hoodie was off, tossed aside, revealing the lean torso he worked hard for. Then it was Zhan's turn to lose the shirt. Hungrily and admiringly, Yibo's eyes took in the sight that lay under him. He let his eyes wander, memorizing every inch of Zhan's exposed skin, hands following that route exploratively; from framing his narrow waist with both hands, he wondered if Zhan had an ant's waist or his own hands were monstrous, he further caressed over his lover's abs, his chest, collarbones, up until his eyes landed on an obvious eyesore.
A ing hickey. Yibo's just marked Zhan's neck and he couldn't find it in him to be mad about it. Smirking smugly, devilishly, he ran his fingers over the sensitive, bruised skin on the side of the senior's neck. "You're so ing beautiful," Yibo ground out breathlessly, suddenly impatient with want. He dipped down to steal yet another heated kiss from the elder before planting countless smaller pecks down his jaw, occasionally nipping at the skin of the neck and shoulder, a mere distraction from what he was really aiming to do: a bold move of slipping his hand between them to explore the obvious excitement pressing against his stomach.
@⁰¹ yibo w. 'You're worth everything' he heard from his lover. His deep voice piercing right through his heart sending it into a frenzy. As if Zhan's cheeks weren't already burning enough, he felt the flush extend further to the tips of his ears.
The senior almost whined in protest as the comfort of Yibo's embrace was lost and he was met with his piercing chocolate gaze. "I-" he began, but his words faltered when a burning kiss of pure emotion found his lips. A weight he hadn't realized he was carrying fell from his shoulders, and he realized how off course his concerns had been. The words he'd been longing to hear were spoken, and he broke out in his bright happy smile, his eyes turning to two crescents, his bunny teeth showing, the smile he knew Yibo loved so much. "I love you so much," He uttered in response, leaning into the hand on his cheek. His eyes fluttering shut as his lips were captured in another more passionate kiss. His heart was beating uncontrollably, he was sure Yibo could feel it through his chest.
His head fell back, allowing his lover unfettered access to the sensitive skin of his neck, "Yibo..." he gasped, any words meant to follow lost as his mind went blank save for the sensations Yibo was giving him. His senses going into overdrive as Yibo's hardness ground against him. His hands found their way under the frustratingly thick black hoodie, roaming the soft skin of his lover's back, the muscled from his years of dance evident under his fingertips. The others tender touches burned through his thin tshirt, from his cheek, to his neck, torso, eliciting a shaky sigh as his fingers dug into his thigh bruisingly. Zhan was malleable as putty under his lover, his legs stayed anchored around his hips. "Yours," he echoed,"All your-" A shocked moan escaped his lips, his sensed assaulted by the unexpected pain to the tender skin of his neck mixed with pleasure. His hands grappled against Yibo's back desperately, "Yibo..." He pleaded.
@⁰⁴ zhan x. With a gentle huff at the pull, Yibo was back in his previous position. So intimately close with barely a smidge of space between him and the one he loved. Yes, the one and only person he let inside the metaphorical brick wall on the same day as they have met. Yibo might as well have built the door and let the senior in on his own likea good porter.
Slithering his arms around Zhan's torso, pushing them between his back and the bed to fully hug the older, Yibo didn't miss a beat with his retort. "There's nothing to regret," he shook his head as it nestled in the side of his boyfriend's neck. Yibo's voice was deep, but soft as he spoke against Zhan's neck. "Not when it comes to you. You're worth everything."
Abruptly, Yibo tore his face away from Zhan's neck the next moment, ears ringing and heart beating up a thunderstorm. "What did you-" He couldn't have misheard, could he? Impossible. And even if he did, it would be to no use as the next moment the younger presented the older with a searing kiss. This time, there was less of the carnal need but much more of that one emotion Yibo barely knew but acquired pretty fast when around Zhan.
Love.
"I love you too," Yibo's words were muffled against Zhan's lips, but soon they would be clearer than crystals. Staring in Zhan's eyes, now cupping his face with his long fingers, just a few inches remaining between their faces, Yibo took a moment to just take in the sight, the almost nervous liitle puffs of air from the man under him soothing the sting on his lips. Big eyes he loved, high cheekbones he envied, lips that he wanted to never stop kissing. Absolutely ing beautiful. "You're absolutely ing beautiful Zhan. And I love you so ing much." It sounded like a promise and was meant as one, sealed by another more desperate, passionate kiss. If this scenario didn't make a man go crazy, then he was lying.
Whatever self restraint he had, perhaps also holding on by a thin thread, there was no more trace of it. In his boyfriend's arms, with his heat and scent enveloping him like a comforter, with the shared time and space they had reserved for each other, Yibo was madly in love with all of that. His kisses left a trail down Zhan's jaw, only stopping at the hollow under his ear. "I'm so in love with you, Zhan," Yibo whispered lowly, his body moving on it's own account, rudely rutting foward at the hips. He let out a deep hum, senses of pure adoration and love, the thrill of the sudden confessions and the counterproductive in the younger's sweatpants trapped silently between their groins, ignited Yibo's engines like the ones of the finest race bikes. "In love with all of you," his free hand demonstrating that with a teasing brush from Zhan's cheek, over the other side of his neck, his torso, all the way to his thigh, where his fingers dug into the soft, clothed muscle. "You're mine to love," Yibo growled suddenly, hooking Zhan's leg around his hip as an element of surprise, instinctively grinding his hips forward and driving his teeth possessively into the side of his boyfriend's, his lover's, his man's neck.
@⁰¹ yibo w. . Zhan frowned, It wasnt obvious, or maybe, it had been. Only Zhan had been too oblivious to realize "Sorry," He muttered, reaching out to pull Yibo back toward him to wrap his long limbs around his boyfriend, resting his chin on his shoulder, "I just... dont want you to regret it?" his voice is muffled, his face buried in the crook of his boyfriend's neck, the familiar fragrance of his cologne invading his senses "regret.. this?" Zhan swallowed hard, "regret me." Zhan clung onto Yibo, finding comfort in the same presence that was making his heart beat uncontrollably. "We can wait...if you want..Whatever you want, I'd give you" What was he even saying at this point.
To be frank, he'd realized awhile ago he was undoubtedly, irrevocably, deeply in love with him, and as exciting as that was it was also horribly terrifying. This was the first time he'd ever felt so strongly about anyone else, and the thought of losing him was haunting. "I-" he hesitated, if there was any time to say it, it might as well be now. "I love you," he whispered almost inaudibly. "," could he be any less romantic, "I'm going to stop talking now" his face was flush with embarassment
@⁰⁴ zhan x. As soon as he was starting to get lost in the marvel he could so freely call his boyfriend, the heat igniting all over again just to hit a conkout. "Huh?" Yibo's eyes widened on their own account as he made way for Zhan to sit up, pushing himself up to sit on his heels, confused and slightly disappointed. "I... no? Wasn't that... obvious?" Yibo asked, eyebrows furrowing in a curious way and a hand shot up to scratch at his nape. "I thought... you.. knew," his voice went quieter with every word. So he was a , big deal. Well, it just happened to be one since the senior looked like he was dunked into ice cold water despite his calmness. "W-what now?" Yibo asked, looking down at his lap, trying to bite back any further comment.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Zhan found himself chasing after his boyfriend's lips as another too short, fiery kiss found his lips. "God no," he muttered breathlessly, his fingers carded through Yibo's locks soothingly, "Baby, you're amazing," A tender kiss was pressed to the corner of his lips, as if kissing away the uncertainty in Yibo's words. "And I want you...bad" the last part was barely audible as a kiss went to his jaw, "Wait..." the lust filled haze in his mind cleared, and he finally understood the implications of the youngers words. Reluctantly, Zhan sat up, their previous position not being one he could comfortably have a conversation in, well, not this conversation "Are you-.... Have you never-" his tone was level, patient, even though he struggled to piece together the right sentence for the question
@⁰⁴ zhan x. His own shaky groan of unfamiliar satisfaction followed the similarly uttered profanity of Zhan. Doing something like this was new altogether to Yibo, very enthralling and enticing.
The broken question forced Yibo to lift his head from the crook of his boyfriend's neck, breathless. His pupils were blown wide and his lips were stinging from their previous endeavour. "Huh?" His brain was foggy with desire and lust for the other, the processing of the inquiry was ought to be a little slower. "Is it... is it not?" Yibo muttered before his brain fully comprehended anything and pulled his hand out from under the senior's shirt. There was a creeping feeling of having done something wrong, the dread of making the other uncomfortable became stronger by every passing second. Once a hand came to brush away his bangs, Yibo leaned in to press a searing kiss on Zhan's lips, too short for his selfish comfort. But when he pulled away, he just looked in Zhan's fond eyes, getting lost in them for the umpteenth time since the moment they've met. "Am I doing something wrong? Is it... is it not good? I-I... I don't really- haven't really..." he trailed off, sighing, "I just... want this. Want you," Yibo said, shifting his weight a little in case he was really taking things too far with his hormone induced, impulsive actions. However, it wasn't as shallow as just a primal reaction out of physical attraction. Yibo wanted Zhan, he just wanted to see him, hear him, feel him near, hold him, kiss him, have him... love him for as long as he was allowed to.
@⁰¹ yibo w. "F-.." Zhan groaned, drunk on the sensations of teeth sinking into his sensitive skin. The sloppy kisses to his neck eliciting a soft whine that he could no longer suppress. With Yibo's breathy whisper of his name, the warmth of their bodies pressed together, Zhan was quickly becoming impatient with desire. In spite of his own inhibitions, a pressing concern grew in the back of his mind, using the final ounce of self-control he could muster, Zhan pushed him away gently, gazing into his boyfriends lust darkened eyes with a fondness he'd never felt for anyone prior, "Is this.." He breathed, eyes searching for any sense of hesitation in the others, "Is this okay?...." a tender hand brushed away the hair that had fallen into his eyes.
@⁰⁴ zhan x. His name. Yes, that's what rang through his ears, igniting every sense of his on fire. Yibo groaned in that instant, forgetting all about control. His teeth sunk into Zhan's neck, and dragged them over the tender, wet skin, as lightly as he could manage through his lust hazed operations. It was only possible to focus on one thing at a time with the whirlwind inside, and the one thing became his boyfriend. ", Zhan," he breathed against the sensitive spot under the elder's ear, planting more generous kisses on the expanse of Zhan's slender neck. Yibo pressed down harder against the undulating body underneath him, meeting the friction, his own desire becoming more and more uninhibited. His breathing was heavy, his body felt in another dimension. The hand on Zhan's thigh slipped up under his t-shirt, skin meeting skin of the athletic senior. "You're so ing good," Yibo groaned, pushing his hand further up, grazing over his abdomen to the side of his ribcage just to feel as much as he could and was allowed to.
@⁰¹ yibo w. The swift maneuver with the tight grip on his thigh sent the senior into a frenzy, his hands pushing past the hem of the black hoodie Yibo always wore, lightly grazing the pads of his fingers across the younger's muscular back. Letting the younger take the lead, his leg hooked around the thin waist pressed against his own, the friction lighting a fire in his core, forcing him to bite back the involuntary moan that was begging to escape. "Yibo..." the senior sighed, tilting his head back to allow his boyfriend better access to his neck. Loving the lingering sensations each kiss left on his exposed skin, his hips ground upward, against his boyfriends, begging for more. Caution out the window, replaced by pure hormonal desire that the senior had forced to stay hidden since that night in Dorm 201
@⁰⁴ zhan x. "Mm... I can do that," Yibo mumbled against Zhan's lips, the idea sounding like the epiphany of the year. With a strong grip on the legs he longed to worship, that were either side of his hips, Yibo dug his fingers into his boyfriend's muscular thighs for a way to manoeuvre the next action. With a little help of the new grip, he managed to roll them over again, now pressed together from lips to hips with the younger dominantly on top. Yibo kissed his boyfriend with fervor, their rising body heat making him dizzy and his hands adventurous. Yibo slotted himself perfectly between Zhan's legs, pulling one thigh to his hip, unconsciously rolling his hips against the friction in front. It came as a primal impulse to do so and it couldn't have felt better. He gasped at that, breaking the passionate kiss. His head dropped to hide the embarrassed blush into the side of his boyfriend's neck, resolving to devour his neck with sloppy, yet careful open mouthed kisses, making sure not to leave any marks before the formal no matter how much he wanted to sink his sharp teeth in the soft skin.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Breathless, Zhan shifted to lay on top of the shorter with his legs straddled on either side of his hips. A low whine escaped his lips, from the sudden loss of lips pressed against his. “Or...just kiss me..” He murmured back, “No cleaning.” The last part muffled by the lips he’d already begun to miss finding his again. Zhan’s lips parted naturally, allowing access to the tongue invading his space. His hand roamed from where it was tangled in Yibo’s tresses, to cup the you younger’s cheek tenderly.
@⁰⁴ zhan x. The fingers in his hair caused shivers to run down his spine, every little movement, every little sound of his boyfriend's tying knots in his gut. The brief break served as a reminder that Zhan could look hotter, with his lips shiny, reddened and swollen, parted breathlessly with unfocused eyes. The following nipping on his lower lip ellicited a low whine, Yibo's body feeling feverish suddenly. It was different when someone else bit on the tender flesh. Pulling his boyfriend from his reclining position up, switching their stances completely, Yibo lay back on the bed, legs still bent over the edge, with Zhan in his arms and on top of him. He broke the kiss to search for a reaction or give the other the chance to protest. "Just... let me kiss you... then I'll clean up," the last part came out as a rough, breathless whisper before Yibo's lips were attached to Zhan's again, his tongue bravely parting the other pair of lips to get a better taste. He was feeling crazed in the best, most enthralling way possible.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Using the hand tangled in his freshman's hair as an anchor, the senior pushed himself onto his free elbow, affectively pressing himself firmly against his boyfriend. A contented sigh escaped his lungs, when he pulled away briefly for air, using the spare seconds to glance over the handsome man's features before molding his kiss reddened lips against his favourite soft ones, as gentle nibble went to the plump bottom lip the younger loved to gnaw on, Zhan's way of asking for more. His skin was tingling with every new sensation from the younger's touch. Heart beating rapidly, his mind hazy as nothing but the one entangled in his arms on the very forefront of his thoughts. Zhan doubted he would ever get used to the way his boyfriend made him feel. YIbo's kiss was intoxicating, his touch, addicting.
@⁰⁴ zhan x. The elder's recirpocation of Yibo's advances was really just a way of confirmation for him that he had nothing to worry about. Not at least about the things he did worry about at the moment. Zhan's surge upwards, to catch Yibo's lips, almost surprised him, if it didn't feel so goddamn good. The freshman pressed down instead, meeting Zhan halfway. One hand came to cradle Zhan's sculpted jaw and the side of his neck, overwhelmed just by this amount of skin he was able to touch. The other hand returned to his hair, combing through it. Despite the awkward position the whole angle and way they were entangled would seem impossible for an average person. But the younger was flexible. He didn't mean to, not initially, but what had ever gone as initially planned between the two? Yibo instinctively deepened the kiss, letting out a soft sound from the back of his throat from the strain that came with the position and with the bravery of a Leo, he let the hand on Zhan's neck slide lower and roam in small motions over his chest, feeling Zhan's falling and raising chest with each breath under his palm. After all, he was the one leading and this was a silent confirmation that he could... right?
@⁰¹ yibo w. With soothing motions of his boyfriend's hand in his hair, Zhan's eyes fluttered closed, letting out an unintended sigh of content. Nuzzling comfortably into his muscular thighs. He could've laid like that forever, had the mention of the 'previous girls he'd dated' not sent warning sirens to his brain. His eyes snapped open, meet the concerned looking ones belonging to Yibo. Of course, despite his academic aptitude, he hadnt realized the implications that came along with 'yea i went every year'. Idiot. "Um, well no.." He chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously, contemplating how to explain to his boyfriend who his previous formal dates were as casually as possible, but no answer came as his lips were once again preoccupied with a set of sweet tasted plump ones belonging to the lap he laid on. Maybe this kiss was too short, maybe it was the smirk that grazed his lips, or the husky whisper, or the way 'I'll lead' stirred within the senior. In lieu of a response, he pressed upwards, another kiss planted firmly on the lips he'd become so familiar with, his fingers tangled into Yibo's soft brown tresses. In the previous years, the formal had been something he attended out of obligation, the year, he attended of his own volition.
@⁰⁴ zhan x. After the kiss, when the comfortable weight of his boyfriend lay across his lap, Yibo leaned back to prop himself up against his hands while he watched his boyfriend make a pillow out of his muscular thighs. He smirked, unbeknownst to himself probably, but he did. Something stirred in him, but instead of questioning that, he reached one hand out and into Zhan's hair, raking his fingers through it in cyclic motions.
"Every year?" He repeated quietly. Should he be worried? "With those girls you've dated?" Yibo tried to sound unfazed. His worries quickly evaporated at the tiny stutter coming after the term of endearment and he couldn't help but chuckle. Yibo cupped Zhan's face, bending over to give him a kiss from an awkward side angle, which surprisingly didn't seem to cause problems to the inexperienced freshman. Breaking away just to leave a paper width worth of gap between their faces, Yibo smirked, his tiers freshly kissed, eyes roaming the piece of art face of his impossibly good-looking boyfriend. "Don't worry about dancing. This year, I'll lead," Yibo whispered oddly huskily, his tone suggestive in more than one way, as an incredible feeling of worth grew in his chest, feeding his ego with a brand new type of self-esteem.
@⁰¹ yibo w. A confused grin settled into Zhan's features as he grabbed the aforementioned fries, chomping into them by the handful as he watched his beloved boyfriend embrace the kitten. "No?" He answered through a mouthful of fries, he'd been uncertain if the younger would've like a grand showcase of a 'promposal' as he'd heard many of his classmates call it. If he did, Zhan wouldn't even know where to begin. Although His worries easily dissipated with a reassuring kiss from the younger.
The senior reached into the bag, frowning when he realized the container was empty. Looking down he realized there was something etched to the bottom "Do you have a suit?" He read out loud, looking to his boyfriend inquisitively, who'd since set Mouse down, and turned back to his abandoned laundry. Looking back to the bag, He pulled the other package, dumping its contents into the bag, as he expected, this one had also been inscribed 'because you'll be needing it, formal with wyb'. A gleeful chuckle escaped from the senior as he tossed the bag aside in favor of tackling his unsuspecting boyfriend "You, are absolutely adorable," He cooed, his hands cupping either side of Yibo's handsome face, pressing an excited, warm kiss to his soft lips. "You didnt even bother asking." He teased, "Just, 'formal with WYB'" He quoted the cute note he'd received with a smirk. He wasn't complaining, it was very Yibo, and he couldn't imagine his boyfriend doing it any other way. Pushing away the laundry again, he laid down with his head in him boyfriends lap. Something it seemed he was doing more and more often.
"I've been every year" Zhan admitted, lacing his fingers with Yibo's. He doubted thats what the freshman wanted to hear, but it felt wrong to lie. "But uh" He hestitated, Zhan's dancing ability was.... non existent, at the mention of dancing he realized he'd not only yet to see Yibo dance, as a dance club member, he had no doubt he would be good. "Baby..." He frowned, looking up at his face "I-i can't dance."
@⁰⁴ zhan x. "Do I look like a romantic sap to you?" Yibo scoffed, pressing one last kiss on his boyfriend's soft lips before standing upright again, only to be handed Mouse. "But, deal, I do accept this," he broke into his characteristic half-smile, embracing the kitty fully. He sat down again, excitement flowing through him. "Oh, but you might want to finish the fries. Just saying," Yibo suggested, barely giving off any hints as to why.
He wasn't a 'romantic sap', not that he would ever admit to it anyway. But being infatuated and quite possibly in love as well made him do things and think of things he normally wouldn't. Asking the fast food employee to write a message on the inside of the fry holder was one of such things. One set of fries had 'do you have a suit?', written inside, while the other had 'because you'll be needing it', and signed under that was 'Formal w WYB.' Very original idea of the one and only aforementioned freshman that took it as almost a done deal.
"I've never been to a formal before, you know," Yibo confessed, throwing a glance at Zhan whilst placing Mouse on the bed, returning to sort his boyfriend's laundry. "Have you? It's okay if you haven't. I asked one of the girls from the dance club to refresh my slow dance skills so we're safe from embarrassment," Yibo assured his boyfriend, doubting that his nerdy preferences involved any dancing at all. When that slipped though, just then he realized that he was getting far too ahead of himself.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Beat...him? Zhan could only stare blankly at the frustrated freshman. Had he said something wrong? Immediately he opens his mouth to take back the words he’d just said, his brain unable to process the exact meaning behind his boyfriends sudden outburst. “I-“ The stunned senior started, only for the rest of his sentence to be cut off by his boyfriends lips pressed against his own. Shock quickly morphed into excitement as the gears in his brain started turning again. Finally piecing together what Yibo had meant “You will?” His eyes locked in the sweet chocolate ones belonging to his boyfriend. “I cant wait” he whispered before pulling the younger back in, their lips moulding together perfectly like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle falling in place.
“Oh..” Zhan pulled away slightly brows furrowed, and a small frown present on his face “I guess i could’ve been more romantic about it” The what had been more present on his mind rather than how he was going to execute it. But in hindsight, in the middle of his tornado over run bedroom probably wasnt ideal. He looked around before picking up Mouse, and brandishing her to his boyfriend “I dont have any flowers, but will Mouse do?” He offered cutely
@⁰⁴ zhan x. His eyes widened. Yibo froze in the middle of folding a random t-shirt in his lap. If he had ever watched a horror movie, his staccato turn to look at his boyfriend would definitely be a worthy comparison to one of the possessed dolls in the movies. "You," his wide eyes narrowed. T-shirt discarded with a fancy throw over the shoulder, back onto the pile, Yibo stood up to his feet. "Why did you have to beat me to it?" He growled in frustration. This wasn't a game nor a competition. It was the milestones. And this one was snatched away right before his nose. Not that he had planned anything better, but he may or may not have asked the server at the fast food joint to write a message on the inside bottom of the fry cardboard container. He had hoped Zhan would have eaten at least one set of fries by now, finding the first part of the message, but he could be patient at the best of times. And now he lost the game. He was upset about that. But his actions showed otherwise. With both hands, he cupped Zhan's face, cradling his breathtakingly sharp jaw to tilt his head back, leaning down into a well-aimed, frustrated, rough kiss to seal the deal. "Yes, I did want to go with you," after pulling away, he ambiguously emphasized the most important parts; 'yes - want - you'; while looking Zhan directly into the eyes.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Zhan pouted at the too short kiss, but didnt protest. Opting to stay seated where he was with mouse in his lap. While his boyfriend, began filtering through his laundry. Something so mundane, seemed infinitely more interesting in his eyes in the hands of Yibo. Suddenly he wondered if this was what their life would look like for years to come. Zhan smiled fondly had the figure infront of him
"Hey" He said softly, not really wanting to interupt the freshman hard at work "Uh-" He hesitated, was this really the right time to do this.. but he'd been busy all week and hadnt had time to plan anything "The spring formal is next week....did you want to go?" He paused again, now officially regretting not planning anything better "Did you want to go with me?" He said with a little more conviction
@⁰⁴ zhan x. "Ah, good to know," Yibo nodded quickly. It sounded terrifying just to think of not hearing from Zhan for days. How was he supposed to even distinguish between 'I'm studying' silence and 'eff off' silence? Either way, he at least had some warning now. Not that it hadn't been mentioned before. His eyes fixed on the patterns drawn on his palm, Yibo just smiled absent-mindedly enjoying the affection and attention.
He grinned. There were many joys rushing through the younger. "Our. Mouse," Yibo repeated in a flipped order, the idea settling in. "Aye, look at that! You're dating a cat name generator," he joked, snickering as he ran his fingers through the cat's fur that was being pulled into the senior's lap. "Cute. Well, unofficial cat-dad number two is going back to work and clean up official cat-dad number one's room," the freshman announced ruffling the kitty's fur for a quick moment. "For your better future," he whispered the last part, shooting Zhan a playful glare before pressing his plum lips briefly against his boyfriend's, and started to sort out the laundry into separate piles before folding them neatly while snickering.
@⁰¹ yibo w. "I mean, what is it you call me?" Zhan had to pause to think back to the nicknames his boyfriend had given him "You're genius brain, nerdy boyfriend" He took the youngers hand in his own, absentmindedly drawing figures on his palm "I have my dear boyfriends expectations to live up to" There was a playful tone to his voice, although the thought was truthful. "You could never hold me back" He assures Yibo, "But if i ever disappear for days at a time, I'm likely just in here, in studying"
Shock flashed across the senior's face before morphing into a wide grin at the youngers sudden agressive toss of his phone "So, its Mouse? Our cat." He affrimed, grabbing the cat from her slumber on the bed behind him
"Did you here that?" He cooed to the kitten "You finally have a name"
@⁰⁴ zhan x. "I mean, I suggested it, so I do kinda like it," Yibo retorted. Just knowing that his boyfriend thought of the idea as cute made it easier to accept it. It wasn't his cat, therefore it should be Zhan making the final call on it.
Yibo's lips turned into a pout once Zhan moved from his embrace, but he waited patiently for him to sit beside him. He returned the peck, unconsciously chasing after the pair of lips like he so naturally would when he felt like the gesture was too short-lived for comfort, but he didn't push it. "Wow, okay, nerd," Yibo sat back, mischievous grin on his face. "That's impressive," he added, more genuinely this time. "Don't let me hold you back on that, okay?" Yibo suggested, giving Zhan a guilty look. "I like 'our'," he mumbled, fiddling with his fingers for a moment. Seeing from the corner of his eye as Zhan pulled out his phone, Yibo was quick to grab it and toss it into the pile of laundry, staring at Zhan as innocently as ever. "Mouse it is," he said with a grin.
@⁰¹ yibo w. Zhan frowned, he thought the name was cute. “You dont like it?” He mutters, dejected, “I thought it was cute.. A cat named mouse, but we can look up some other names..”
The senior twists himself out of his boyfriends arms, shoving the clean laundry the younger had just brought to the bed to the side to plop down where the clothes had just been “Dont be sorry, baby,” He reassures with a peck to his boyfriends lips “I’m still pulling a 4.0 gpa” He smirks, his grades were one of the few things in his life he didnt mind bragging about. “Uhh..Sorry.... it doesnt have to be ours” He corrected sheepishly, not having noticed the slip earlier, after all a cat was a major commitment. Clearing his throat he pulls out his phone to google some “cute cat names”
@⁰⁴ zhan x. "You can't be serious," Yibo's eyes widened, lips pursed, reconsidering ever opening his mouth again to suggest something. "You," he tried to take it back, "we... can we look up names instead? I don't want it to hate me."
"Ah," Yibo exclaimed with a slightly strained voice as his throat was completely stretched, making it sound a little rough, as he realized what was Zhan implying. His eyes darted away to the side guilty. "Uhm... sorry?" He apologized, but he wasn't. At the next comment, he tightened his arms around Zhan. "I missed you too," he mumbled, looking back up again. "Our cat?" He blinked innocently, slightly surprised.
