¤ DJ x Bartender

@Bartender Yibo Zhan had such a good time with Yibo in the VIP room that he did not even notice how much time was passing. He was so loudly as well that he did not hear their manager rapping on the door and bursting in, to her utmost horror. She slammed the door right away, screaming something about 'getting their asses out there because they were half an hour late for shift'. Zhan had just released, and he laughed hard as he collapsed against Yibo, drenched in sweat and . "Ungh," he moaned unintelligibly, nestling himself against his best friend. Confidently, Yibo was a man that Zhan loved. He looked to Yibo with a dopey grin, adoration filled in his eyes. "Come on. Let's get ready for work."

@DJ Xiao Yibo hardly heard Baekhyun as he and Zhan all but flew towards the VIP room, grinning as they slammed the door loudly behind them. Yibo welcomed Zhan's kiss with a few nips on the older's lower lip, groaning in excitement as he said, "Gladly." He would love nothing more than to Zhan in this very instant. As they both fumbled to get their clothes off as quickly as possibly, Yibo was already climbing over the bed to trap Zhan underneath him, though he eventually had to slide off to kick his pants away. "Spread," he commanded without any formalities, grinning as he d his to stand tall and straight for Zhan. In moments, Yibo had his lined up against Zhan's puckered entrance, and he began to push inside.

@Bartender Yibo "Hey, Yibo," Baekhyun greeted as his friend entered the club, only for his expression to go from relaxed to absolute horror when he saw who's hand Yibo was going. "No! No don't go-" Before Baekhyun could finish, Zhan was already dragging Yibo down the hall to the VIP room. Not only did Zhan plan on blocking up the room from use, he was going to absolutely soil it with Yibo. Locking the door behind them, Zhan pressed a crushing kiss to Yibo's mouth as he pulled him down onto the bed, panting, "I want you to do me at work this time."

@DJ Xiao Just like Zhan, Yibo was elated that their relationship had progressed so smoothly in such a short period of time. Even though they were literally ing like rabbits on the daily, never was there a day that they did the same thing. It was fun to mix it up and vie for dominance or relinquish it every other day or so. And now that Yibo could call Zhan his boyfriend, he could stare openly at Zhan across the dance floor as he manned his DJ station now. And, since they had practically every shift together, Yibo felt like time always passed by twice as fast. As they entered the club together, Yibo grinned and checked his watch, "Hm...15 minutes...we have time," he insinuated, wiggling his brows at Zhan and flicking his chin teasingly in the direction of the largest VIP room down the hallway.

@Bartender Yibo Their arrangement worked out extremely well. They ed a lot, and their relationship improved, and Zhan even mustered up the courage to ask Yibo to be his boyfriend (at the exact same time Yibo was about to ask him). Within a month, they were walking into work hand in hand, all giggles and surrounded with an after- glow. , Yibo was y, and so full of stamina. Zhan dared to say he loved him. After all, Yibo was his best friend. Swinging their arms as they walked into Toybox, Zhan leaned in to press a loud, smacking kiss to Yibo's cheek. "How much more time until work starts, baby?"

@DJ Xiao Good. Zhan's answer was what Yibo needed to hear right now. Actually, it was even better because the older had expressed that he wanted to continue with this. Yibo wanted it too, so to signal his reciprocity towards the situation, he pressed another soft kiss on Zhan's adam's apple. "Mm, you too. I've wanted you for so long...honestly. It's hard to believe this is real." The arm that he had around Zhan's waist circled around the other just a bit more, and Yibo chuckled softly as he suddenly realized how messy they had been, "Guess I couldn't help myself earlier..."

@Bartender Yibo Not even bothering to shift their positions to lie properly with their heads on pillows, Zhan pulled Yibo close. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice still hoarse. "Mn, we're more than okay. I want to keep doing this with you." Yibo was roughly the same height as Zhan, which was perfect for the two of them to entwine their bodies around each other in bed. Zhan pressed his cheek to Yibo's nuzzling their damp skin together. "You're still my best friend. And I find you so, so hot. I want you. Are you okay with that?"

@DJ Xiao Looking down at Zhan's slightly heaving chest as his worn out expression almost Yibo sport another hard on if he didn't exhibit enough self control. The older's compliment was just like how he imagined hearing Zhan say that to him...and more. "No, you," Yibo said, deflecting the comment so that Zhan wouldn't notice how hot his cheeks were getting. Besides, it was true. To Yibo, Zhan was objectively more handsome than he was. "So-" Yibo asked, clearing his throat and meeting Zhan's gaze, "We're...still good right?"

@Bartender Yibo As Zhan came down from his high, his cries subsided as well, until he was just panting softly. Kissing Yibo back with a languidness, Zhan let himself be cradled against Yibo's lean frame. Wincing when Yibo pulled out so suddenly, Zhan held a hand over the tip of his as it continued to spurt out weakly, not wanting it to get all over the place. Who knew Yibo could have such stamina, such passion? Zhan had only really seen him in his element when he was making drinks behind the bar, but Yibo really gave everything he had... today. "You're... handsome," he mumbled back, his chest heaving from the exertion.

@DJ Xiao So what if the next time Yibo looked at the digital clock on the hotel nightstand that it was already halfway through his shift? He and Zhan didn't rush to go anywhere, and he was sure that Baekhyun would cover for him without asking questions. Hearing Zhan's cries of pleasure made the hairs on the back of Yibo's neck all stand up, and he couldn't help but chase after that the thrill of hearing it again to get the same effects. It was like his newfound drug addiction. Though Zhan released before Yibo did, the younger was not far behind on his own release, easily spilling his warm load deep inside Zhan and grunting loudly when he did. His tongue lapped over the purplish bruises that he created on Zhan's neck, grinning as he pulled out eagerly, ", you're hot." he told Zhan, getting up so he could cage Zhan beneath him to kiss hungrily on the lips.

@Bartender Yibo Zhan let Yibo have his way, deep into the night. His did not come as quickly as it usually did, seeing as he was not used to a pure prostate . Still, when he did , it was quick and without warning. He cried out, his back arching off the mattress as hot and creamy spilled out the tip of his , splashing over his chest and Yibo's. He was shaking as Yibo continued to into him, his fingers up the sheets beneath them in a bid to stop himself from losing it completely, his voice already hoarse from screaming during his .

@DJ Xiao "Mm, you did, so shut up!" Yibo grunted, forgoing any honorifics, as he rolled his hips into Zhan. Never in Yibo's life had felt so good before, and he didn't ever want this to end. Even though Zhan's was dry upon penetration, Yibo's was doing its job to slick it up from the inside as he continued to , finding a more rhythmic pattern than what Zhan had going on earlier. He slotted his lips against Zhan's when the older turned his head back enough, and Yibo swallowed all the moans from the older hungrily, giving a particularly hard any time he felt like he wasn't having enough. As he began to settle into his pace, his hand began to wander, trailing along Zhan's abdomen and rubbing the older's flat stomach, pulling him close again so he felt the impact of every single .

@Bartender Yibo Zhan cried out, his legs spasming around Yibo's waist when he was penetrated again. "Did I hurt you like this?" Zhan demanded, already forgotten the way he pushed into Yibo so forcefully earlier already. When Yibo bent to kiss him, Zhan's arms wound around the younger's slim waist, clinging on for dear life as he was rocked back and forth on the bed. The tight ring of muscles of his opening tightened involuntarily around Yibo's thick, warm , his toes curling as a response to the pleasure coursing through him. Soft moans fell from his lips as they searched for Yibo's, trying to connect them fully.

@DJ Xiao Yibo wanted to tease Zhan for being so sensitive, for a supposedly hard male like him. Besides, Zhan had pretty much done the same thing to Yibo earlier, and if the younger did so himself, he took Zhan's like a ing champ. "What?" he asked, pulling Zhan's hips back to him as the other all but flew off the bed from the shock. "I don't want to!" he disagreed, lining himself back up and beginning to push himself inside again. "It'll feel good soon, promise!" he said, then quieting down again as he concentrated on sheathing his entire length inside Zhan. Groaning as the tight orifice squeezed his so snuggly, Yibo pulled Zhan closer to him by the abdomen, his lips attaching to the nape of Zhan's neck and starting to bite and nip as a form of distraction.

@Bartender Yibo Zhan stripped himself completely as well, sighing softly when he lay against the silky sheets of the bed. Before he could warn Yibo to take it slow, though, the younger was already rather enthusiastic as he tried to plow right into Zhan. He yelled loudly in his surprise and in pain, a hand flying to try and push Yibo back. "!" he cried, his back arching off the bed. "Wang Yibo, you little brat! Ung- oh //, it hurts! You- anhg..." Zhan settled back down, his chest heaving in his panic. "Slower!"

@DJ Xiao Yibo felt like Zhan was much stronger than he had ever been given credit for, and he was thrown around a bit too unceremoniously the entire time. As they entered their large suite, neither of them took the time to admire the facilities and instead made a beeline for the bed. "Wei, you too," Yibo said, not holding back as he teared at Zhan's clothing, eventually working the older out of his pants so he could see Zhan's lower body. "-" Yibo grinned, his lips as he bakced Zhan against the bed and pushed him down, "My turn-" Clambering up onto the bed, Yibo gave his new a few to prepare before he grabbed at Zhan's legs, spreading them straight out as he hungrily lined himself against the small, puckered entrance.

@Bartender Yibo The elevator arrived on their floor whilst Zhan was being pinned to the wall. The /ding/ snapped Zhan out of his reverie - he wanted to be done on that bed. Grabbing Yibo, he forced the younger out the elevator to their room, unlocking the door with a slap of the card over the sensor. Before the door even fully shut behind them, Zhan was already tearing at Yibo's clothes again. "Let me see you ," he demanded with a rasp, the buttons of Yibo's dress shirt popping open with a rough tear. ", I wanna see you-"

@DJ Xiao Yibo had never willingly pulled out 200 dollars to spend on anything so quickly, but that's exactly what he did right now just so he could get into Zhan's pants again. After forking over the money, he and Zhan snatched the key card from the check-in girl's hands and made a mad dash for the elevator. Once more, Yibo found himself in between Zhan and the wall. He was more than obliged to return Zhan's kiss, but he refused to settle in this position for long. As they waited for the elevator to go up a total of 25 floors to their penthouse suite, Yibo pushed at Zhan's chest and grappled with the older so that he could pin Zhan against the wall, his tongue moving determinedly to take control.

@Bartender Yibo Hiking his pants back up and stuffing his back into them haphazardly, Zhan was tumbling out of the closet while still buckling up his pants. "Let's split it," he told Yibo, knowing that neither of them made enough to afford a penthouse room at the Hyatt comfortably. They all but ran out of the club, despite Baekhyun yelling at Yibo demanding to know where he was going just before the first shift began. Checking in with the rather judgemental girl at the Grand Hyatt reception, Zhan couldn't even keep his hands off Yibo in the elevator. He pushed Yibo up against the wall and began to kiss him again, his tongue aggressively forcing itself past Yibo's lips. Oh, how long he'd been waiting for this!

@DJ Xiao "Mmphggh-" was the only sound that came out of Yibo's mouth as he went from to silent with Zhan's lips against his. His body was still convulsing against the older, trying to come down from his high. His lips parted to desperately kiss Zhan back, and Yibo groaned as he heard Zhan's voice rasp against his ear. "Yeah, let's go-" he panted, bending down to pull his pants up and haphazardly do his fly again. "No, I'll treat /you/," Yibo said, reaching around in the dark to grab Zhan's hand, "I made a 200 dollar tip last week remember? Let's go." With that, he burst out of the supply closet first, Zhan in tow, as they booked it out the door of the club and across the street into the brightly lit lobby of the fancy Hyatt hotel.

@Bartender Yibo Zhan didn't give Yibo a chance to rest. He pulled his flaccid length out of Yibo to spin the younger around so he could crush their mouths together again in a sloppy kiss. Despite his still throbbing from his sensitivity, Zhan wanted to go again - he wanted to uphold the promise he'd made to Yibo fifteen minutes ago. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of the exit, nevermind that they had a shift coming up in minutes. "I'll treat you to a penthouse room at Hyatt across the street."

@DJ Xiao Yibo sure did not expect Zhan to become as talkative as he did when he was getting closer. Well, he'd have to check his hunch to see if this was the older's telltale sign of an . Since Zhan wasn't holding back, Yibo decided he wouldn't have to either, and the grip around his tightened as he d himself even more desperately, grunting animalistically as his head flopped around from the way Zhan was pushing at him. "-!" Yibo gasped, his eyes rolling back and his lips parting to make an 'o', "I'm-kk-" he cried out as he shot his load at the wall in front of him, releasing ribbons of white while Zhan continued to into him. Yibo fell forward onto the wall, his chest plastered to the wall as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

@Bartender Yibo "I am," Zhan reassured Yibo, beginning to lean over the younger now that his was impending. The closet was becoming extremely stuffy, and Zhan didn't want to hold on for too long even if it was going to make him look bad in front of Yibo. ", I'm coming already. This is what you do to me, you know that? You know that, Yibo? This whole time, did you know that?" Focusing on quickening his pace, Zhan came with a shout, his settling deep inside Yibo. ", , ," he cursed nonstop, his body jerking forward, further shoving Yibo against the shelf.

@DJ Xiao While Zhan could hear the door about to open, Yibo was too buzzed and lost in his own pleasure and pain chasing to notice anything askew. His breathing was getting labored, and the muscles in his right leg burned as he propped himself up, eventually smooshing his cheek against the questionably cleaned walls as Zhan continued to into him. "Hah-hah-you hurry up," he retorted to Zhan, taking the hint and reaching a hand around his own leaking , starting to jerk himself in pace with Zhan's s. Yibo squeezed his eyes shut, unsure if he should hold back his just a bit longer. After all, how embarrassing would that be if he came so quickly on his first time with Zhan?

@Bartender Yibo Zhan had no idea 'where' Yibo was talking about, so he just in blindly, as deep as he could. He felt the tip of his reach far inside the younger, and groaned loudly in response. "," he moaned again, his fingers tightening over Yibo's bony hips to hold him in place as he railed into his best friend. All of sudden, the closet doorknob twisted and the door threatened to open. Zhan let go of Yibo to slap a palm against the door, shutting it effectively. "Occupied!" he yelled, pushing into Yibo as he did. "Hng- we better hurry up-"

@DJ Xiao Yibo was usually plenty talkative when his conversation partner was Zhan, but as he felt the other's sliding deep inside him, he lost his words. Instead, he succumbed to a series of low grunts and incoherent mumbles as Zhan began to adjust to his own pace. With his palms flattened against the wall and all of his weight on his right leg, Yibo felt himself rocking forward as Zhan into him. "-" he cursed in unison with Zhan, clenching his hole around the length again as Zhan instructed. Just as Zhan slid in a bit deeper, Yibo jumped in his spot, feeling a jolt of electricity course through his body. "Ngh, there," he told the older, panting, "There!"

@Bartender Yibo Though Yibo tried to slow him down, Zhan was excited, as evidenced by his ing. "When have I ever broken my promises?" Zhan reminded Yibo with a pant, their bodies jerking up and down with the force of Zhan's s. "Ah-! , you feel good! Stay still, okay? Don't fall- I don't want to stop now." The storage closet was feeling increasingly hot, to the point that beads of sweat was already forming over Zhan's skin. ", don't just stand there. Make yourself useful, clench yourself."

@DJ Xiao Yibo grunted when he was manipulated against the wall, his pressing against the broom handle. "Wei," he cried out, hissing as Zhan started to push his in without any warning. Yibo's fingers curled and scratched against the wall, and a whimper was elicited from the back of his throat as Zhan sank inside. "-" he cursed aloud, clenching tightly against the older. "Not yet," Yibo gasped, flattening his palm against Zhan's pelvis to hold it in place in case the DJ started to at his own beat. Only after getting past the initial shock of being breached did Yibo relent and take his hand away, giving Zhan permission to move. "You better hold you- ahhh- end of the bargain, Xiao Zhannnggg!" he threatened in as stable as voice as he could muster.

@Bartender Yibo "I said I was going to do you first," Zhan protested, and he forced Yibo to turn around and lean against the closet shelf for support. Spitting on his palm, Zhan slicked up his arousal the best he could before rubbing the tip of his against Yibo's hole. "Me first, then you," he promised Yibo, forcing himself into the dry opening. Easing himself in, Zhan couldn't hold back a low groan as he rested his mouth against Yibo's shoulder. "Ungh- if I knew you'd feel so good earlier, I would have done this a lot sooner."

@DJ Xiao "Nono, let /me/ you now, and then you can do me after," Yibo argued, grappling at Zhan's hand so he could get the upper-hand in the situation. , when had the older made his move to undress Yibo and manipulate him into such a defensive position? Yibo groaned as he felt Zhan's pressing up against him, chills running down his spine as he tried to push the idea of relenting away. "Me first," he insisted, meeting Zhan's eyes in the dark closet, "I asked first."