E2 Group Play

After three movies in a row, it was finally time to head out, and although Baekhyun had been rushing Jackson, they still ended up at the restaurant earlier than Yibo and Zhan. Baekhyun tried to think of innocent reasons to why they might be a little late, but after his conversation with Jackson today, it was hard to get the image out of his head. He distracted himself by picking up the menu, fiddling with the edges as he scanned their options. Once he had his bearings of what they might want to eat, he set it down, laying a hand over Jackson's thigh instead. "Are you feeling better now? I brought medicine, in case. Let me know if you need it."

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@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo was starting to feel a little tired, but he didn't want Zhan to feel lonely if Yibo fell asleep first. So, he kept his eyes wide open and insisted, "I'm still okay." Zhan's apology was abrupt, and Yibo's heart squeezed once again when his boyfriend was the one apologizing to him instead of the other way around. "I'm not hurt," Yibo promised, leaning into Zhan's embrace and nuzzling his boyfriend in an attempt to comfort him. "I made you worry today Ge, but I'm already here now. Don't worry anymore and get some rest." Usually Yibo would be the one who slipped into his dreams first, but tonight, he wanted to lull Zhan to sleep before himself, so he reached around Zhan's back, rubbing small circles on his lower back the same way that the older did when he was trying to help Yibo feel better, hoping that this sense of familiarity would help Zhan get rest after a long day of worrying over Yibo.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Yibo’s simple request sent Zhan returning to the bed without another second of delay. He pulled the comforter back so he could slide in, sitting upright so Yibo could come up against him. “I’m here, baby,” he said, his heart aching at how Yibo had pleaded for him to return. “Let’s cuddle. Are you tired?” Even if Yibo was feeling sleepy, Zhan couldn’t held but fuss over him, brushing his hair out after their tryst and rubbing Yibo all over as if Zhan could feel out whether he had hurt Yibo or not. “Yibo, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Tell me if it hurts anywhere, okay?” Once he had ascertained Yibo was not physically hurt, Zhan reached backward to flick off one more light, plunging them into near darkness. “Maybe you should get some rest. You have an early interview tomorrow before the flight home.”

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo flushed a deep red in his ears when Zhan interrogated him, but since he was used to being honest with his boyfriend about everything, he admitted, "Nobody told me...it's just that you always clean me out...after you finish. You told me that if I didn't, then my stomach would hurt," Yibo said, relating the two situations to the same cause. He watched in bewilderment as Zhan insisted on cleaning his hand off with his tongue instead of just washing it off, and then proceeded to wipe Yibo down using his same logic from earlier. Sometimes, Yibo realized, his boyfriend just had his own train of thought, and it didn't allow much room to be questioned by anyone else. Yibo waited in bed as Zhan bustled around him, offering him all sorts of things. "No...it's okay," he mumbled, "I ate enough, not hungry anymore." When Zhan still didn't come to bed, Yibo called out, "Ge, I just want to cuddle with you," he admitted, "Can't you please come back to bed?"

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ "Why? Who told you that would happen?" Since Yibo wasn't going to finish off his release, Zhan did, keeping Yibo down with one palm splayed across his chest while he cleaned off the other hand. "Delicious," Zhan reiterated. "Stay here, I'll clean you up." He washed his hands first before wringing out a clean towel with warm water. Taking care with the rough material between Yibo's legs, Zhan made sure he was completely wiped down before tucking him beneath the cool hotel sheets, pulling the blankets up to his waist while he was still sitting up. "Want some tea?" Zhan asked, giving himself a quick wipe-down on the spot as well before tossing the towel in to the hamper. "They've got some herbal ones here, they don't have caffeine. Are you hungry? Did you eat enough at dinner?"

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo's chest was rising and falling rapidly, his mouth slightly agape as he caught his breath. Zhan had so easily taken him from a state of uncertainty and tenseness to one that was euphoric and gut-wrenchingly blissful. Yibo couldn't believe that his boyfriend's manhood, which was now on full display now, had somehow fit inside of him. Zhan was full of surprises, but Yibo visibly recoiled when he saw his boyfriend his hand clean. "No, that's dirty!" he gasped, reaching to pull Zhan's hand away from his mouth. "Don't tease me..." Yibo pouted as Zhan held his hand up to Yibo's face next, as if it really were some enticing treat that Yibo had to get a taste of. Yibo glanced down at his boyfriend's hand, the other fingers still covered his his release. "You're going to hurt your stomach if you eat this ge...let me wipe it clean for you," he offered instead, trying to sit up despite Zhan having such a stronghold over him.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ "Alright, alright," Zhan panted, finally stilling to give Yibo a chance to calm down and collect himself. He lifted his hand, now covered with Yibo's release, and brought it up to his lips to clean off, his tongue curling around his thumb while his gaze held Yibo's. "It's delicious," he said, bringing his hand to Yibo's mouth next. "Have a taste." Then, Yibo would know just why Zhan was so obsessed with him. He tasted extremely sweet, like nectar to Zhan, and Zhan just couldn't get enough. "You're the best, baby."

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo had not had an in a long time, which made this one feel even more intense and face-numbing than the previous times. He cried out from the sensitivity and pushed weakly at Zhan's hand, "Ge- ge!" he pleaded, straining to get even slightly out of Zhan's hold, "I came! I came!" he reported, his voice getting a little high in pitch when Zhan didn't release him right away. "Hngg gege, no moreee, it's too much!" Yibo sniffled, feeling the release that spattered over his stomach cooling from the air that blew over him.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Zhan didn't even have the capacity to respond to Yibo with words. Moans filled his mouth instead, and he spilled inside Yibo. He didn't stop his s, though, only slowing to what he could handle as he pushed his release deep inside Yibo. He jerked at Yibo's with the intention of overstimulating him, though, wanting to hear his desperate cries for Zhan to release him. "You gotta? Are you ?" he groaned, knowing full well his hand was being completely coated with Yibo's release. He milked Yibo with the same intensity that Yibo was gripping him with, all while burying into him with so much weight it was as if he wanted to Yibo into the mattress.

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo was being surprised with wave after wave of surprise attacks from Zhan, which made it hard for him to not just scream and kick his feet up in frustration when he was already so high strung and stimulated. "Y-yuahh~" he cried out, his voice pitched as he felt Zhan's thumb digging into his sensitive tip, almost as if trying to add pressure to force his release out of him. Yibo nodded and sniffled in acknowledgement of his boyfriend's impending , and he braced himself to be filled with the other's warm fluids, but the initial spurt always surprised him. The sound of Zhan's shaft slipping into him because soppier as fluids filled in the empty spaces within him. Yibo arched his back and gripped at Zhan even harder, letting his nails dig into Zhan's back, "I gotta!" he squeaked, panting heavily as he squirmed around, over Zhan's hand when the pleasure overtook him.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Zhan was always trying to help Yibo reach his release first, but the drawback that came with focusing on his boyfriend's pleasure was that Yibo usually wasn't able to handle much after he came. Zhan tried to focus on his own release as well, on the way his nerves tingled and bunched up near his stomach as he rutted into Yibo without slowing, chasing after their s. "Are you close, baby?" Zhan panted, digging his thumb into the slip of Yibo's each time his hand d toward the top. "I'm gonna , okay? Don't make me wait too long—"

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ The combination of being penetrated from the back and pleasured from the front was making Yibo lose his coherent words too, his mouth opening to make words though they weren't sounding like the way he normally spoke. Zhan wasn't really looking for an answer anyways, more of a physical gesture, so Yibo pouted and looked at his boyfriend with his wide eyes and downturn lips, nodding to tell him that he indeed wanted to very soon. It was safe to say that Yibo was a very sheltered idol who came from a plain enough background and didn't have any knowledge of what pain was like except the occasional torn muscle or a rolled ankle, so Zhan's slap to his bottom simply jostled his entire world. "Hgnn?!" he moaned, the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up at Zhan's husky voice right beside his ear. Yibo didn't know what it meant to be bad. Or maybe he did, but not to Zhan. Shame started to befall him too, but as it mingled with the pleasure, Yibo's eyes rolled back, and he decided to just accept that he had been bad. There wasn't enough space in his mind to question it. "Mmngh..." he moaned again, his pitch sounding like he was in agreement with his boyfriend.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ "Right there? Here?" Zhan punctuated his point with another hard . "You're close, aren't you? I can feel you..." Zhan trained off, his words cut off with a soft groan. It was a good thing it did, anyway—he wasn't good at saying these kinds of things. Instead of speaking again, he reached between them for Yibo's , pumping him to the same pace of Zhan's s. He had been losing control, but when he felt Yibo's hands lay over his shoulders as if grounding him, Zhan's mind cleared. He turned his head only to kiss Yibo's hand, then returned to Yibo's lips almost immediately to drink up all his moans. The hand that wasn't holding Yibo's tired of playing with his chest, soon enough, and Zhan reached for something else that had his interest—Yibo's full . He squeezed at his fleshy bottom, groping ersely before something possessed him to draw his hand back and land a smarting smack against the side of Yibo's hip. "You were bad today," Zhan murmured against Yibo's lips when he could practically hear Yibo's confusion amidst his pleasure.

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Zhan had managed to find the spot that Yibo was talking about amidst every few s, but Yibo made sure to let him know when he'd hit the target exactly by letting out an extra loud moan whenever those sensitive bundle of nerves were touched. His arms didn't know what to do, and they flailed across Zhan's chest, eventually resting on his shoulders as Yibo found purchase over his shoulders. Zhan bent him over, like he was a folding chair, and Yibo's breath hitched as the older closed in on his s again, "E-eo! Right there!" he cried out, his own member twitching furiously as Zhan's penetration and oral ministrations had him teetering on the edge of insanity again.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Zhan didn't know if he was hitting the same spot Yibo wanted every time, but he sure was going to try his best, steeling himself against Yibo and trying to find that one position again. "There?" he panted, his voice strained. The pleasure was going straight from Zhan's to his brain, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in Yibo forever, stay in this bed forever, and please Yibo for as long as he lived. Although he told himself he'd go slow, Zhan began to rock into Yibo a little faster, and a little harder, still aiming for that same spot. "Still good?" he husked, taking Yibo's earlobe between his teeth. His hands found Yibo's s again, and he rubbed at them viciously. "Here?"

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ The first few s truly had Yibo questioning if there was a blade going inside of him, slicing him in half raw. He bit back his complaints of pain though, trusting that Zhan was only trying to bring him pleasure. And sure enough, a moment later, that pain started to ebb away. Yibo arched his back and let his eyelids droop as he succumbed to the tickling feeling in his lower stomach that felt so good. As Zhan continued on hitting that one spot that felt best of all, Yibo couldn't help but breathily voice out, "Nghh...so good, right there!" he cried out, this time, gripping onto Zhan's forearms to ground himself as the pleasure made him feel like his mind and body were being separated.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Zhan took it slow. He braced himself above Yibo so he wouldn't crush his younger, more delicate boyfriend. Each was measured to bring about Yibo's pleasure rather than pain, and Zhan monitored Yibo's face for the most minute twitch that would tell him whether he should slow down or if Yibo could take a little more. While he was busy taking care of Yibo, though, he couldn't deny that his boyfriend felt... amazing. No matter how many times they did it, Zhan could not stop his awe at how intense Yibo felt around him, pulsing and squeezing and inviting Zhan deeper and deeper. Zhan groaned lowly in Yibo's ear, turning his head so he could press a hard kiss against his jaw. "Does this feel good?"

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo had done it with Zhan before. He knew that the pleasure that followed after this initial moment of pain was going to be worth it. Zhan was so patient too, but his boyfriend clearly had needs that Yibo was holding him back from. So despite the pain that was still pulsing in his lower body, Yibo pretended that he was well-adjusted and gave Zhan a little nod, "Ge...you can move," he said, biting down hard on his lower lip so that he could control his first moan better. He would adjust just fine, and with Zhan taking care of him, Yibo was sure that he would only remember the pleasure he experienced at the end of the night.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ "Sorry," Zhan whispered, his heart skipping beat when Yibo cried out and clutched at him. He turned his hand so he could hold Yibo's, rather than just let Yibo grip onto him. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll stay still until you're ready." He returned Yibo's kiss, pushing him back down along with it so that Yibo wouldn't strain himself keeping himself lifted for so long. His hand that wasn't holding Yibo's d the younger all over, hoping to calm his boyfriend with a touch gentler than the one that was pushed inside Yibo at the moment. Zhan knew Yibo wasn't doing it on purpose, but his pulsing hole alone was enough to bring about Zhan's release sooner or later. He dropped his forehead against Yibo's shoulder, grunting softly when a wave of pleasure washed over him. ", you feel so good."

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo knew what was coming for him, but even when Zhan had lined to his twitching entrance and started pushing inside, the sensation felt like it was something he had never experienced before. His cheeks numbed and a pain shot up his lower back as he instinctively tried to jerk out of Zhan's reach. But with his boyfriend to hold him in place and push the rest of his length inside Yibo, he could only grit his back teeth and endure until Zhan was all the way in. Yibo sharply inhaled and exhaled, his expression scrunched up as he tried to quickly accustom himself to the feeling of being plugged up again after so long. "Ah-!" he cried out when he felt the smallest twitch from Zhan. His hands flew to grip at Zhan's wrist, and Yibo shook his head, "N-not yet Ge...just..." Yibo needed something to distract himself from the initial discomfort, which was what prompted him to pull himself upwards to kiss Zhan's lips once again.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Although Zhan had no desire to hurt Yibo, he wasn't one to turn down Yibo's invitation to enter him already. Stripping his own boxers and leaving them hanging at the edge of the bed, Zhan found himself already quite hard as he settled between Yibo's legs, twitching in anticipation to penetrate Yibo already. He lined himself up, watching Yibo's face to gauge whether Zhan should continue or stop. He pushed himself in all the way first, grunting softly as Yibo's heat enveloped him, holding him in place, keeping him snug and warm. It was such an inviting warmth, and his pulsing rings of muscles just /begged/ Zhan to throw away his inhibitions and Yibo until he passed out, but in still, Zhan deferred to Yibo, waiting for his signal that it was okay to continue.

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ The silent was a sign of praise to Yibo, so he continued to coat the older's fingers in his saliva, even letting out a reluctant whine when Zhan pulled his fingers away from Yibo all too soon. His legs had been tense, but the moment he felt Zhan's fingers brush against his entrance, Yibo tightened up even more, his eyes widening as he felt the cold digits probing around and then finding their way inside of him. Yibo squeezed around Zhan involuntarily, looking at his boyfriend for a sign that he was doing well. "Ngh...no," he moaned softly to Zhan, wincing as the second finger was added, and he felt a slight stretch, "I'm okay-" he reassured his loving, caring boyfriend. Leaning in Zhan's hand on his cheek, Yibo nuzzled his boyfriend and prompted him, "Ge...I want you to feel good too...you should put it inside..."

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ As much as Zhan liked it when Yibo orally pleasured him, he didn’t like to see it, since the sight of it was too dirty, too impure for someone as innocent as Yibo. Yibo was just a baby, and he shouldn’t be doing all these things, but the fingers in his mouth seemed less crude, for some reason, and more bearable to look at. Zhan d Yibo’s hair and his face with his free hand, only letting Yibo coat his fingers, nothing more, before he withdrew his hand and pressed it to Yibo’s entrance again. This time, he pushed a finger in, twisting and curling it to warm Yibo up for a second finger that was added almost immediately after. Yibo was already so tight around Zhan’s fingers, his hole resisting the way it was stretched, moulding around Zhan’s fingers snugly no matter how Zhan moved his fingers. “Does it hurt?” Zhan murmured, his free hand still heavy against Yibo’s head. It’s been a while, baby.”

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Yibo remembered how hard he had worked to get Zhan to look at him this way before. His boyfriend had previously rejected all types of physical intimacy with him because he had tried to protect Yibo's sanctity. But now, this hard-earned opportunity for them to be wound up against each other's bodies again was something that they had to cherish each and every chance they got. Yibo was willing to part ways with his clothing, but he wanted the same of Zhan too. Unlike the older though, he tugged at Zhan's shirt without any propriety, just wanting to reveal his boyfriend's skin. Yibo gasped again when he saw Zhan's firm chest - the one that he leaned on more than he saw - and he swallowed hard. It was the perfect timing for Zhan to push two fingers into Yibo's mouth, almost making him gag in reflex. Instead, Yibo breathed in deeply and he closed his lips around Zhan's digits. He stared up at his boyfriend as he led, intentionally running his tongue against each finger so Zhan would know he was doing his share of the work.

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ “Ok…” Zhan said, still not quite convinced. What if Yibo only agreed because he thought it would appease Zhan? He eased Yibo’s shirt off the rest of the way, placing delicate kisses against his sternum and his collarbone before marking his way down Yibo’s stomach. Yibo was sensitive beneath him—Zhan could feel every twitch and jump of his muscles when his lips grazed over them. When he reached the top of Yibo’s boxers, he rose to ease them off, leaving Yibo bare beneath him. He was so exquisite, his body lean and toned and perfectly white like he was sculpted marble, enticing Zhan to leave his mark everywhere. His hand massaged Yibo’s entrance for a moment before he withdrew and placed his fingers against Yibo’s mouth instead, pushing past his lips until his fingertips brushed against the back of his throat. “. Let’s make this easier for you tonight.”

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Right now, what Yibo needed most was the reassurance from Zhan that the older wasn't going to abandon him to his thoughts. Yibo chased after Zhan when he felt the older pull away - he practically pulled Zhan's fingers back up his chest to fondle his s again. "No, I want to-" he confirmed breathily, staring up at Zhan with certainty in his eyes. He couldn't stop now. Zhan still looked a little hesitant so Yibo had to take matters into his own hands. He lifted himself off the bed to press a light kiss on Zhan's lips. Then, when it seemed like his boyfriend was still unsure how to move, he cupped Zhan's face and drew him in for another kiss, deeper this time. Certainly, his boyfriend would be swayed by this. "Ge, let's do it. I want it."

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ When Yibo suddenly broke their kiss, it left Zhan with so many questions. Had he done something wrong? Had he truly gone too far by raising his voice at Yibo? His hands stilled when he intended on clearing everything up first before they continued. Yibo looked captivatingly beautiful in the low light. If he was going to ask Zhan to stop, Zhan was going to go to bed quite upset. He reached out to cup Yibo’s cheek, thumbing over his cheekbone and just beneath his puffy eyes. There was a trace of upset in his eyes, too, that Zhan knew was caused by him. Even if he didn’t regret clawing Yibo out of Disneyland that day, he did want to take away that sadness. “If you don’t want to, we won’t,” Zhan whispered, withdrawing his hand ever so slightly from Yibo’s .

@✵ xiao zhan ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Since he had disappointed Zhan so much, Yibo didn't have many hopes or expectations about what they'd do that night. He thought he'd be lucky enough if his boyfriend would just hug him to sleep after Yibo scared him the way he did. But, Zhan always surpassed Yibo's expectations when it came to his graciousness, and they even shared a kiss that helped Yibo feel better. A sudden moan escaped his lips when he felt Zhan's fingers rubbing against his s under his shirt, and Yibo's breath hitched as some unscrupulous thoughts ran through his mind. He pulled back, staring at Zhan with a puzzled look. Were they going to...do more that night? "Ge..." Yibo whimpered again softly, "Are we...doing it?"

@✵ wang yibo ²⁰/²⁰ Feeling Yibo’s weight bring them down, Zhan complied, crawling up onto the bed to accommodate Yibo without their lips breaking too far apart before they continued to massage against each other’s again. Since this was their first free day in Hong Kong without a schedule or performance of some sort, it was also the first night that Zhan was able to spend with Yibo. His hands caressed their way down Yibo’s side, squeezing his narrow hips once before sneaking beneath his shirt. Zhan found Yibo’s s and began to play with them, squeezing and rubbing slowly to warm Yibo up first, and to gauge him on what he wanted for that night.