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This vacation was Yibo’s idea from start to finish.
Sure, Xiao Zhan made noises of agreement when Yibo laid his plans out to him over a video call, but that’s just Zhan-ge for you. Even though Yibo is basically doing this as an excuse to spend more time with him, and maybe, probably, confess his one-year-long crush, Xiao Zhan doesn’t know that. With him, you have to take matters into your own hands.
So Yibo searched and searched for options, and bothered Xiao Zhan to find out his schedule, then negotiated a week off with his own management, before presenting Xiao Zhan with plane tickets and an apartment reservation in a small European town that promised historic sights and authentic cuisine.
So yeah. His idea from start to finish. And his fault for letting their bodyguards leave after the arrival to give them a little vacation of their own. In a separate hotel, of course. He really didn’t think anyone would recognize two Chinese men wandering the town among a crowd of other tourists.
Right now, as he’s holding onto Zhan-ge’s wrist while they sprint down a narrow street paved with stone, Yibo is regretting his own stupidity. He should never have underestimated the widespread popularity of The Untamed.
The trio of girls didn’t seem to be so bad at the beginning. Respectfully asking for a selfie in heavily accented English was all right, but then one of them went and put her hand on Xiao Zhan’s ass, and Yibo snapped at her. Then her friends were filming, and more people were gathering, and it was supposed to be an incognito vacation. Which Xiao Zhan had tried to explain to the girls in his usual polite manner, but words weren’t coming to him so easily in English, so Yibo said fuck this, and also said a few other things that included how his lawyers would be in touch, before grabbing Xiao Zhan and making a run for it.
At least the European fans don’t seem interested in chasing them. For a minute or so, it was hard to tell, but now they’ve been running for a few minutes and there’s no suspicious noises coming from behind, so the running is mostly just for the hell of it. There is an odd sort of excitement to it, an adrenaline rush that Yibo has been missing lately, amplified by the feeling of Xiao Zhan’s wrist in his hand and Xiao Zhan’s breathy laugh in his ears.
“Stop, stop, I can’t!” Xiao Zhan starts slowing down, pulling at his hand, and Yibo looks around just to see a convenient, even narrower alleyway leading off the street. So he pulls Xiao Zhan around the corner, and they both sag half against the wall, half against each other, hands holding on to one another’s clothes.
Xiao Zhan is all sweaty and red, and Yibo can’t help quipping, “Too old for exercise, huh?”
Xian Zhan flaps a weak hand at him and drops his head on Yibo’s shoulder, rubbing his sweaty forehead against the fabric like a cat. Yibo wants to pet him, but moves his hands to Xiao Zhan’s waist instead. They end up in an imitation of a hug, leaning on each other as they (Xiao Zhan mostly) try to catch their breaths.
The alleyway is slim and short, ending in a stone wall. There are no windows or doors in any of the walls, and basically no reason for it to exist other than an architect’s miscalculation that has probably been left untouched for authenticity since the Middle Ages or something. Yibo breathes out, looking up at the oddly clear blue sky, and forgets himself for a split second – enough for his careless shifting to bring their crotches, which have stayed an inch apart until now, together. And, holy shit, Zhan-ge is hard. And that immediately makes his own dick go from soft to half-filled, painfully (quite literally) obvious in his narrow jeans.
For a moment, Yibo freezes, eyes going wide, and feels Xiao Zhan tense up in response. The head is lifted from his shoulder, and Yibo panics.
"Zhan-ge," he blurts out before Xiao Zhan can step away or, god forbid, apologize. "Did you like being groped by those girls?"
"What?!" Xiao Zhan reacts, defensive right away. "No way!" Then he looks down between them, at Yibo's bulge, and pulls back enough to stare accusingly. "Look who’s talking. Was the adrenaline of getting chased by fangirls too arousing for you?"
Yibo is tempted to laugh. The audacity of Xiao Zhan to suggest that he could ever be turned on by a bunch of girls almost makes him want to throttle the man. Yibo hasn’t thought of another girl, nor any other person rather, since The Untamed filming wrapped up, and Yibo realized he’d never be able to spend every waking day beside him anymore.
Though promotions for the drama brought them back together, proving just about to everyone in the cast that their chemistry is just as hot as ever, Yibo has long come to terms with why he’s drawn to Xiao Zhan like a magnet to steel. It’s right when they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Yibo had more than half a year for it.
But Xiao Zhan is a hard nut to crack, never really showing too much but always, always, responding to Yibo’s quips and jabs as if he can’t help himself. Yibo likes to believe that he’s not the only one imagining the spark when their hands brush against each other, the hidden meaning in their shared looks, or the tension in the air when laughter turns to silence and their gazes become deep and profound, before one of them breaks with giggles and a fluster.
It’s happening at this very moment, but no one’s looking away to laugh this time. Xiao Zhan is so close, Yibo can almost count every long lash on those pretty eyes. The air breathes hot between them, Xiao Zhan's exhale mixing with Yibo’s and raising the temperature to invisible heights.
Xiao Zhan doesn’t attempt to pull away even though their crotches have touched, and Yibo takes it as a sign. He grabs Xiao Zhan's behind and pushes his hips forward, grinding their clothed erections together. Exhausted and angry at this constant push and pull game, Yibo snaps, "I'm aroused because of you, asshole."
Xiao Zhan moans at the abrupt delicious friction and retorts without thinking, "I’m aroused by you too!"
The following silence is only punctured by their slight panting as it slowly dawns on them what they both just confessed.
"What?"
"What."
They look at each other in shock, their faces already red from their indecent positions. And then it’s as if a light switches on in their heads: Yibo lunges forward at the same time as Xiao Zhan grabs Yibo's face to fit their lips together. Their noses awkwardly collide, but they don't stop the kiss that's been long overdue.
"Wait, you just… you like me?" Xiao Zhan groans against Yibo's soft lips as Yibo swipes his tongue over a corner of his mouth, dipping inside a moment later.
Yibo parts slightly to say, "For a long time, Zhan-ge." Then he's diving back in because he's wanted this too much to stop. He tilts his head and deepens the kiss to taste Xiao Zhan more, their slick tongues tangling and rubbing against each other. Yibo's hands are still over Xiao Zhan's ass, and he gropes those plush cheeks shamelessly, feeling the give and softness of them before he's slipping a hand inside the fabric to feel the warm skin against his hand.
But it’s hard to devour the man when Xiao Zhan’s chuckling into the kiss. "Isn't this moving a bit too fast?" Xiao Zhan pants, but still doesn't attempt to extricate himself.
"We've known each other for years ." Yibo can't resist squeezing that delicious rear, pulling them closer together until he can really, properly rub their erections together. "And there's no time like the present."
"Oh god," Xiao Zhan says with a breathless laugh, "you do have a thing for adrenaline."
But then he's the first one to pull Yibo's face towards him and lick into his mouth as they rock against each other, right here in this alleyway where anyone could turn a corner any second.
It keeps Xiao Zhan on his toes, hyper-aware of Yibo's every touch on his heated skin. Xiao Zhan loses himself in the addictive press of Yibo's kisses so much that he gasps, surprised, when a finger slides into his crack and circles against his entrance.
"Holy shit, here?" Xiao Zhan squeaks, amused despite himself.
"When I finally have my hands on you? Yes, now." Yibo smirks, and with his hair sexily mussed up, he looks like some fallen angel sent here to commit depraved acts of debauchery on Xiao Zhan. Fucking in an alleyway under broad daylight was definitely part of its checklist.
Although Xiao Zhan would love to have Yibo do whatever he wants with him, he reminds him almost disappointedly. "We need lube."
"Not really." Yibo reluctantly takes one hand away from Xiao Zhan's ass to rummage inside his pocket. He brings out a small bottle of Vaseline and shakes it with a wide half-grin. "How about this, Zhan-ge?"
For a moment, Xiao Zhan can’t comprehend why Yibo would have that with him – apparently, all the blood in his body has flown to somewhere that’s not his brain – but then he remembers Yibo putting Vaseline on his lips to keep them from drying. He has spent quite a lot of time stealthily watching those plump, shiny lips.
Yibo squeezes a generous portion of gel on his fingers, rubbing it around to warm it up, and Xiao Zhan shudders as arousal shoots through him at the thought of those fingers, so long and thick, inside him. And then shudders again, when the first of those fingers slides into his pants and teases at the rim of his hole before pushing inside. It’s only in to the first knuckle, but it already feels amazing – or it’s just the fact that he finally has Yibo with him, doing this to him, all of that intense attention focused on him.
“More,” he begs, pushing back against the probing digit. “I can take it.”
Yibo’s brows furrow slightly for a second, then he pushes in all the way with no warning. Even one finger burns a little, but it’s a good burn. It feels so much better than what Xiao Zhan is used to doing to himself, so much more intense.
“How does it feel?” Yibo watches him with those unreadable eyes, slowly pumping his finger against his walls.
“Good,” Xiao Zhan breathes out.
“Good,” Yibo echoes, voice low and husky, and pulls out slightly before pushing in again.
Xiao Zhan clenches his hands into fists against the wall on either side of Yibo’s head as another finger slides in with the first, stretching him out. They scissor inside him, moving against his inner muscles to get him loose and ready for the cock straining in Yibo's pants. Xiao Zhan can feel it poking at his hip, and he rolls his own against Yibo’s, too turned on and desperate for something more already.
Yibo's looking down over Xiao Zhan's shoulder to see his fingers working in and out of Xiao Zhan’s ass, the pucker turning a bright shade of pink after numerous thrusts.
"You're so hot inside, ge. And tight." Yibo comments like he's just plainly putting his observation out there but it gets Xiao Zhan blushing deeply anyway.
Xiao Zhan is about to respond with something snarky when those fingers suddenly brush against something really good inside him, and his back arches with a low moan, pushing back for more, "Fuck, so good, Yibo. Do that again."
Yibo complies, rubbing at the same spot with light but precise motions that make Xiao Zhan shudder and grasp at his shoulders with desperation.
“You really love this,” Yibo murmurs, detached or fascinated, Xiao Zhan honestly can’t tell by now. “Do you finger yourself, Zhan-ge?”
“What kind of question is that?” he manages, fingers clenching on Yibo’s shoulders.
“Inappropriate?” Yibo crooks an eyebrow at him, perfectly timed with a deep thrust of his fingers and a wet squelching sound they make in his hole. “Too personal?”
Xiao Zhan feels himself flush all over, torn between humiliation and arousal. Yes, it’s inappropriate, yes, it’s too personal, “Yes, I do,” he snaps and flexes around Yibo’s fingers, trying to get them back to that spot that felt so good, the one it seems Yibo is purposely avoiding now. “Any other questions?”
At Xiao Zhan's question, Yibo's mind comes up with other questions that would most certainly be even more inappropriate, but now that the seed of curiosity has been planted, he can't stop himself from asking.
"How many people have done this to you, ge?" He tries to sound nonchalant, but Xiao Zhan can hear the bite in the words, the dangerous edge to it. "Were they any good? Did you scream their names?"
Xiao Zhan moans as Yibo adds a third finger without much care, and fuck, that feels so good. Xiao Zhan wonders how Yibo would react if he riled him up, and he bites his lips to avoid moaning again. Instead of provoking Yibo further, Xiao Zhan decides to go with a safer answer. Hopefully, it will have the expected effect on Yibo.
"Why don't you fuck me and make me forget all about them?" Xiao Zhan whispers against Yibo's ear, hips thrusting back and forth to get friction on both ends. He wants to be thoroughly fucked, and wants it now.
Yibo curses, and Xiao Zhan thinks it might be something Korean before he gasps, the long fingers stuffed inside him suddenly pulling out. He bites his lips when his hole flutters around nothing, and Yibo hurriedly tries to undo the complicated patterns of his pants with slippery fingers that Xiao Zhan ends up batting away to do it himself.
The need to fuck is making them both clumsy, and Xiao Zhan has to laugh at their situation. When Yibo looks at him, his eyes are bright and amused too, and Xiao Zhan can't help but smile and give him a chaste peck on the lips. As they kiss, the buttons come undone and Xiao Zhan is reaching inside to wrap his fingers around Yibo.
Holy fuck. Xiao Zhan drops his gaze and gapes at the cock he just pulled out from Yibo's pants. For someone so much younger and shorter than Xiao Zhan, he didn't expect that Yibo would be packing something this big in his pants. "Wow," he murmurs involuntarily, pumping him in tiny strokes. Xiao Zhan's heart races at the heavy weight of Yibo's arousal on his palms, and he licks his lips, desperate to know how it will feel inside him.
But before he can voice it out loud, Yibo's patience snaps, and Xiao Zhan finds himself pushed up against the wall a second later, Yibo now behind him and grinding his cock against Xiao Zhan's ass.
They are still in broad daylight, and someone could pass by the alleyway at any time. Just imagining being caught in this position with Wang Yibo makes him feel hot all over, in every kind of way.
“Just -” he breathes out before reaching a hand back to catch the cock moving against his ass and steer it towards where he wants it, until he feels the head slide between his cheeks and over his opening. “Just do it, now.”
“Bossy,” Yibo says, happily, but doesn’t mess with him further (thank god, or Xiao Zhan would have strangled him and left the body in this alleyway). “Hold on.”
And then there is his dick, finally pushing inside, so big it feels unreal. It burns – no surprise, after the hurried preparation they had, and Xiao Zhan bites at his lip as he breathes in deeply and tries to force himself to relax. Yibo is saying something, but his pulse is so loud in his ears Xiao Zhan can’t hear what it is, until an arm wraps around his chest and grounds him a little bit.
“…all right? Zhan-ge. Zhan-ge, I can stop.”
“No, no, don’t.”
Xiao Zhan breathes in and out again, feeling the steadiness of the arm around his chest, the warmth between their bodies even though they aren’t touching all the way, the familiar smell of Yibo’s cologne, and lets his head lull backwards onto Yibo’s shoulder just as the head finally slips past his rim.
As much as they were in a frenzy before, now that Yibo is actually breaching him, they take their time. Yibo is mindful to not just ram inside Xiao Zhan's tight hole, wishing for Xiao Zhan to feel the burn, yes, but not get hurt while they do this.
Xiao Zhan feels like his whole body is burning, the heat overwhelming as he feels that massive cock of Yibo's entering him bit by bit. Yibo, on the other hand, is still holding him, perhaps in an attempt to keep him grounded, or simply because he enjoys holding Xiao Zhan in his arms.
After a long drag of that delicious cock, Yibo finally slips completely inside. There is a strangled groan and neither is sure who it came from, but as long as they aren't too loud, they will still be safe.
"I'm going to start moving, Zhan-ge." And it is all the warning Xiao Zhan gets before Yibo is pulling out and going back in. He's still being careful as to not hurt Xiao Zhan, but the feeling around his cock is almost too much, and his hips stutter on their own, the rhythm quickening without him even noticing.
Xiao Zhan isn't complaining, though. In fact, he gasps and juts his hips in such a way that it makes Yibo's cock go even further in.
"Fuck, you feel—" Yibo cuts himself off with a strangled moan as Xiao Zhan clenches around him, the heat of his walls clinging around Yibo’s dick when he pulls back. "Amazing."
Xiao Zhan has to chuckle breathlessly at that. He widens his stance so Yibo has more room to thrust, and Xiao Zhan is nearly swung onto his tippy toes from the force of it, "Y-You feel great too, Yi— ah!"
He immediately clamps a hand around his mouth, trying to muffle the rest of his groans as Yibo begins to speed up. It's so good, so good. Yibo has gotten a steady rhythm now and he's pounding into Xiao Zhan with a quick snap of his hips, his thick cock spearing through Xiao Zhan’s passage.
Yibo's hands have moved onto Xiao Zhan's hips, getting better leverage to drive inside and fuck, Yibo can't think, can't focus on anything else but the delicious clutch of Xiao Zhan’s body over him. If Yibo believed in any deity, he'd think he was born for this moment, to take Xiao Zhan with everything he's got and make him his.
Yibo buries his face against the crook of Xiao Zhan’s sweaty neck and nibbles along his bare skin.
The salty taste of sweat, the smell of sex, the heat around his cock, the sound of moans Xiao Zhan is trying and failing to stifle, even his own breathing – everything feels too sharp right now, to the point of overwhelming. Yibo’s nerves are on edge, adrenaline pumping through his veins, throwing the world into bright colors and sensations. It feels like driving his motorcycle at high speed, a force beneath him that could easily destroy him if he lost control even for a moment. Xiao Zhan could destroy him, too.
But before that, Yibo will make sure he destroys him right back.
Digging his teeth into Xiao Zhan’s shoulder, he thrusts in and tugs Xiao Zhan’s hips back at the same time, forcing a muffled cry out of him. He wants Xiao Zhan to feel him for days, to see a reminder of him every time he looks into a mirror, fuck all memories of people who have done this to him before straight out of Xiao Zhan’s head and replace everything with himself. Until Xiao Zhan knows what it feels like, to have someone so deep inside you it seems they are forever a part of you.
He bites and sucks at Xiao Zhan’s shoulder and keeps fucking into him with short, hard thrusts that force Xiao Zhan on his toes, holding his hips in an iron grip until he realizes he doesn’t need to. That Xiao Zhan is actually pushing back, fucking himself onto Yibo with just as much abandon.
Xiao Zhan is overwhelmed all on his own. The thick cock inside of him is too big, too much, and somehow not enough. The drag it has on his walls, the way it pulls at his rim, how it hits his prostate at every thrust has him losing touch with everything else around him that isn't Yibo.
He has a fist against his mouth, trying to be as silent as he can, but it feels impossible to maintain any composure when he's feeling this good. And Yibo is not relenting either, fucking into him with such enthusiasm, biting and sucking onto his neck almost as if wanting to mark every available inch of skin, to make Xiao Zhan his.
The thought has him shivering all over, his fingers - and even his toes - curling in pleasure. It feels somehow that the air is failing him, and he realizes he's far too close to coming, his cock untouched.
Xiao Zhan clenches down when another well-aimed thrust hits that spot inside him, followed by another and another, and the zing of it shoots down his spine, burning him from the inside out. Sweat drips from his forehead and down to the ground below, his shirt probably soaked through already, but all of it comes second to how deliciously good Yibo is making him feel.
He brings the hand he was previously biting to his erection, gripping himself tight and pumping fast. Xiao Zhan wants to reach the high at the same time as Yibo, wants to crash and fall with him until they're both drowning and breathing in each other.
Yibo notices what he's doing, and he doesn't think when he reaches around and grips Xiao Zhan too. He hears the small whine that escapes his lips, and Yibo can't help but smirk, grinding against Xiao Zhan's ass as he strokes along with him. The pressure in Yibo's gut is so tight that it's threatening to unravel very soon, and Yibo presses closer, pounding in very shallow thrusts.
Then, like a wave cresting in, Yibo feels everything in him spring apart. He curses into Xiao Zhan's neck, and buries himself in deep. Then he's coming and coming, fucking Xiao Zhan through the spunk he spends inside him. At the same time, Xiao Zhan's walls convulse around his dick as Xiao Zhan buries his face against the arm supporting him on the wall, releasing not a second later. Yibo can feel his entire body tremble as Xiao Zhan's come shoots to the alley wall and over Yibo's hand.
Nose buried in the wet hair at the nape of Xiao Zhan’s neck, Yibo breathes in the smell of his sweat and his release. Xiao Zhan is shaking, still trying to catch his breath. Yibo’s legs feel shaky too, delayed exhaustion from everything that’s happened so fast: first, the running, then, this thing that took them over completely.
Xiao Zhan makes a small sound when he carefully pulls out, but Yibo is the one who’s suddenly feeling empty. He tucks himself back into his boxers, not caring that he’s wiping come on them, and pulls his jeans up with slightly trembling hands. Throughout all that, Xiao Zhan stays still, face buried in his elbow and pants around his knees, naked from the waist down.
He only moves when Yibo approaches and touches his shoulder, turning his head to look at him with eyes that are slightly unfocused.
“We probably shouldn’t stay here for too long,” Yibo says, and then, when that barely gets him any reaction, bends down to tug Xiao Zhan’s underwear up himself. Somewhere around Yibo starting to pull up his pants, Xiao Zhan snaps out of his stupor and starts helping him with unsteady fingers. Finally, they get him dressed again, even though he still looks completely fucked out.
“You okay?” Yibo runs a hand over Xiao Zhan’s back, slightly concerned. He’s never fucked anyone into a stupor before. Out of the limited pool of the people he fucked.
“Yes,” Xiao Zhan says with only a little pause. “Perfect.”
He shifts from foot to foot, looking like he’s about to add something, but then an expression of surprise comes over his face, immediately followed by a deep flush. “I, uh –“ he blinks and does not quite look Yibo in the eyes as he says, “We should have used a condom.”
That’s a sentence that has layers upon layers in it. Yibo opens his mouth, then closes it again, then decides to say it: “It’s been a few years. I’m clean. Do you mean you…” He trails off, not sure how to phrase it and if he likes what he’s meaning to ask.
“What?” Xiao Zhan blinks. “Uh, no. No, I’m… It’s just, I have your come all over my thighs right now. And in my pants. Oh god.”
He covers his face with both hands as Yibo stares at him, helpless against his dick already stirring again. God, he wants to just pull those pants back down and push into that tight heat again right here and right now, with his own come slicking the way.
“I’m gonna call for a taxi,” he says instead, as steady as he can. “Can’t have you walking in the streets like this.”
“I’m worried about the seats,” Xiao Zhan mutters behind his hands, before suddenly giggling. “Fuck, we are so stupid.”
Yibo doesn’t ask if he means fucking in an alleyway or starting this at all. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “You can sit in my lap. I don’t mind.”
Xiao Zhan lowers his hands, just enough to look at Yibo over his fingers. They stare at each other in silence. The air around suddenly feels stifling.
“All right,” Xiao Zhan says. “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” Yibo says, never breaking eye contact, unwavering.
With a nod, Xiao Zhan removes his hands from his face and leans back against the wall, breathing out in exhaustion.
“Okay,” he says and gives Yibo a small smile. “Let’s do it.”