In Between Us || Zhanyi

Untitled Part 25

As Yibo approached, Zhan's eyes darkened. There was a possessive edge in his gaze, an unspoken desire he could barely contain. Each step Yibo took made Zhan's heartbeat faster. With each movement, Zhan's mind filled with the memory of Yibo's gentle, familiar touch. His own desire grew, a need to claim what was his. His boy, his husband, stood there so obediently, head down, hands fidgeting slightly, unaware of the fire he was igniting within Zhan.

"Closer," Zhan commanded softly, his voice steady but thick with unspoken intent.

Yibo hesitated but stepped closer until he was within arm's reach of Zhan. The air between them crackled with tension. Zhan's fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to touch, to claim.

Zhan stepped forward, closing the distance between them. With each step Zhan took, Yibo instinctively stepped back. Yibo's heart raced as he saw Zhan, unbuttoning his wrist buttons, rolling up his shirt sleeves. Yibo felt more nervous as Zhan loosened the first button of his shirt, his chest slightly exposing. A hue casted on Yibo's face who found himself blank, Zhan enjoyed the expression on his husband's face, smiling internally.

Their walk stopped as Yibo's back hit the cold wall. Yibo turned to his back, but there was no place to retreat, as he turned around he found Zhan standing inches away, towering over him, his presence suffocating and overwhelming, but not in a bad way. It made Yibo feel small, vulnerable. He didn't know what to do with his hands or how to react under Zhan's intense gaze.

Yibo still tried to move, but Zhan closed the gap between them. He stood in the close proximity of Yibo, caging him between his body and wall. His hands rested both sides of Yibo, making Yibo's breath hitch. Zhan leaned and Yibo shut his eyes tightly, clutching his trouser tightly in his grip.

Zhan leaned in, his voice dropping into something darker, more intimate... "Breath~~" Zhan reached out, grazing his fingers over Yibo's arm, feeling the tension in his husband's muscles. Yibo stiffened, unprepared for the gentle yet intimate touch but eventually he looked up to Zhan, confused.

"Am I looking so breathtaking, that you for real held your breath, husband"...Zhan voiced in most unfamiliar way, his tone was all flirting and sensual.

The intimate suggestion in Zhan's words sent a wave of heat through Yibo. His breath caught, his mind spinning with the implications of Zhan's words. Zhan had never spoken to him like this, especially not outside the bedroom. It was always controlled, scheduled, confined within the boundaries of their fixed routines. But here, now, with Zhan's fingers grazing his skin and his voice laced with something primal, Yibo felt entirely out of control.

Yibo felt his heart stopped, his mind raced, Zhan's hand continued its slow journey up Yibo's arm, his touch featherlight but intoxicating. "Did you bring me this shirt?"

Yibo's breath hitched, his throat going dry. Zhan's hand was warm, trailing over his skin, leaving a heated path in its wake. Yibo's eyes widened, and he stammered, "I-I... didn't—"

Zhan tilted his head, a teasing smirk curling his lips as he ran a finger lightly along Yibo's forearm. The touch was electric, making Yibo shiver despite the warmth of the room. His heart pounded in his chest, beating so loudly he wondered if Zhan could hear it.