Zhan's Pov.
It's been two weeks, and life with Wang has been nothing but sweet.
He drops me off at work, waits for me, and picks me up when my shift is over. We move between our places so naturally, like we've been doing this forever.
I stop myself from thinking about his engagement. He's here. He's mine. Whatever happens after that... we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
The time we spend together is effortless. We talk, we laugh, we argue about stupid things like whether pineapple belongs on pizza. But more than anything, we want to be around each other. It's addicting, the way he looks at me, the way he touches me.
We've been making out a lot.
A lot.
We haven't had sex yet, but the tension lingers between us, thick and undeniable. The first time Wang went down on me, he was so clumsy, his teeth scraping in ways that made me wince more than moan. But he's gotten better. Now, when he touches me, when he kisses me, it's deliberate. Focused. Like he's learning me, figuring out exactly how to drive me crazy.
And I let him.
Because when he's with me, when his lips are on mine when we're tangled up in each other, nothing else matters. Not his engagement. Not the future. Not the world outside of us.
Just this.
Just him.
We are at Wang's place now, and every time I'm here, I can't help but admire how magnificent everything is.
The house is a masterpiece, spacious yet warm, with every detail carefully curated. The high ceilings make the rooms feel endless, and the floor-to-ceiling windows bathe the space in golden light. The walls are adorned with tasteful art, nothing too extravagant, but each piece speaks of wealth, of someone who appreciates beauty in its purest form.
The bedroom is no different. The bed is huge, the kind you could roll across three times and still not reach the other side. The sheets? Silky, cool against my skin, smelling of fresh linen and something distinctly Wang. The mattress is plush, pulling me into its softness every time I lay down, making it impossible not to sink into comfort.
And the kitchen, God, the kitchen. It's a dream, fitted with sleek marble countertops, top-of-the-line appliances, and a gas hob that looks like it belongs in a five-star restaurant. Every time I step in there, cooking feels effortless, like the space itself was designed to make even the simplest meal feel like an art form.
Now, curled in each other's arms on that magnificent bed, the world outside doesn't exist. There's only the warmth of Wang's body against mine, the steady rhythm of his breath, the peaceful silence that wraps around us like a second blanket.
Until he speaks.
"You don't want to have sex with me?"
The question comes out of nowhere, breaking the comfortable stillness between us.
I freeze. A mix of shock and excitement shoots through me, a slow burn that settles in my chest.
I pull back just enough to look at him, searching his face. "What?"
His gaze is unreadable, but there's something in his eyes, something vulnerable, something wanting.
"You never initiate it," he says softly. "And I don't want to pressure you, but... do you not want me like that?"
I blink, caught between the thrill of hearing him say it and the weight of what it means.
Want him?
I ache for him.
But this—us—has been so perfect, so sweet. And for some reason, I've been afraid of what comes after we cross that line.
I swallow, my heart pounding as I stare at him. Wang looks so serious, his dark eyes searching mine, waiting for an answer.
"You think I don't want you?" I finally ask, my voice quieter than I intended.
He hesitates. "I don't know. I just—" He exhales, running a hand through his hair. "You never push for more. And I don't want to assume anything."
I can't help the small smile that tugs at my lips. Wang, the same man who had me pinned to the bed last night, kissing me breathless is worried I don't want him?
I move closer, pressing my forehead against his. "I do want you," I whisper, feeling his breath hitch. "Probably more than I should."
His fingers tighten around my waist. "Then why haven't we—"
"I guess I just like what we have now," I admit. "It's been... nice. Easy." I pause, searching for the right words. "And maybe I was scared of what comes after."
Wang frowns slightly. "After?"
I nod. "Once we cross that line, there's no going back. And I don't want to lose this." I gesture between us, the unspoken us.
His expression softens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. "You won't lose me."
The promise lingers in the air, wrapping around me, and making my chest tighten.
I stare at him, his face inches from mine, his lips still close enough to taste.
And at that moment, I know I don't want to wait anymore.
I search his face, looking for any hesitation, any doubt. But there's none. His dark eyes hold nothing but certainty, and that alone sends a shiver down my spine.
"You're sure?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I've been ready from the moment I first kissed you," Wang murmurs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on my waist.
Something inside me tightens at his words. It's not just the way he says them, it's the way he means them.
I exhale shakily, pressing my forehead against his again, letting the warmth of his skin seep into mine.
"Then let me take my time with you," I whisper, brushing my lips against his. "Let me make this good for you."
Wang's breath hitches, his grip on me tightening. "You already do."
And with that, I close the distance between us, pouring everything, every unspoken feeling, every ounce of want into the kiss.
I deepen the kiss, slow and deliberate, wanting him to feel every bit of my desire. Wang melts into me, his fingers gripping my waist like he needs to steady himself. I take my time, exploring him, savoring the way he responds to every touch.
His breaths grow uneven, and I pull back slightly, trailing my lips along his jaw, down his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his skin. He shudders beneath me, tilting his head to give me more access.
"Zhan..." he whispers, his voice thick with need.
I hum against his skin, loving the way he says my name like it's the only thing that matters. Slowly, I ease him onto his back, hovering over him, watching the way his chest rises and falls. His eyes are dark, filled with something raw, something real.
"Tell me what you need," I murmur, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin.
"You," he breathes. "Just you."
I smile, leaning down to capture his lips again, ready to show him just how much I want him to.
I trail my hands over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath my fingertips. Wang's eyes stay locked on mine, dark and filled with anticipation. I take my time, savoring the way he reacts, how his breath hitches when my fingers ghost over his stomach, how he leans into every kiss like he's trying to memorize the feel of me.
When I finally pull his shirt over his head, and his sweatpants, he exhales shakily, his hands coming up to rest on my hips. He's warm beneath my touch, muscles tense yet yielding. I press my lips to his collarbone, tasting him, listening to the soft sounds he makes.
"Zhan," he whispers, his grip tightening.
I pause, lifting my head to meet his gaze. "Hmm?"
His expression is unreadable, a mix of something vulnerable and something wanting. "I've never—" He stops himself, swallowing hard.
I already know what he's trying to say. "I know," I say softly, running my fingers through his hair. "That's why I want to take my time with you."
His lips parted slightly like he wants to say something, but instead, he just nods. I smile, leaning in again to kiss him, slow and deep, pouring every unspoken promise into it.
I want him to feel safe.
I want him to feel wanted.
And most of all, I want him to know that this isn't just about tonight. This is us.
I take my time, letting my hands explore every inch of his skin, tracing slow patterns over his ribs, and his stomach, memorizing the way he feels beneath me. Wang trembles slightly, his breath warm against my neck, and I can't help but smile.
I press a slow kiss to his hip, feeling the way his breath hitch beneath my touch. Every movement is intentional, every caress meant to remind him that this is more than just physical. It's about us, about how we fit together in ways neither of us expected but can't deny.
I put Wang's cock in my mouth and pump slowly before removing it.
I grip both of Wang's thighs, forcing him into a wider stance and splaying him. I pump his cock with my hand a few times, slowly, to draw out a hum of satisfaction. Only allowing some light teasing, I moved on to gripping wang's ass and licking at his entrance.
He let out that low moan he always did whenever I started rimming him. It never got old, the feeling of my tongue working down there while he jerked himself off.
Wang shudders, his right hand tightening around his cock, but there's no rush between us. I take my time, exploring, learning, and savoring every reaction. His chest rises and falls erratically, his left fingers gripping the sheets, and I can feel how much he's holding back.
"Zhan..." I'm going to cum. His voice is breathless, shaky, and filled with something raw.
In an instant, I pause, resting my forehead against his stomach, leaving Wang frustrated by the absence of my tongue, but my hands tracing gentle patterns along his thighs. "I've got you," I murmur, pressing a kiss to his skin. "Just let go."
Wang moaned, louder than before, when I continued licking at his hole, dipping my tongue in his hole making him scream. A few more pumps and he cum all over his hand and stomach.
I crawl up to Wang and take in the view of him biting his lip, with glassy eyes. Holding two fingers out and slipping them past Wang's lips. Wang work his tongue around them, to suck them and slick them with his spit.
I let out an involuntary sigh, the sensations sending a pulse from my fingertips to the base of my spine. I slid my fingers in further, past Wang's tongue and toward the back of his throat. Wang swallowed and moaned around my fingers and twitched his hips upward in reflex. I pulled out then and reached back down to push both fingers into Wang in one motion. Wang winced at the sudden stretch and writhed at the onslaught of prodding at his g-spot. I was relentless, curling my fingers along the inside of Wang over and over again, sending shocks up through his nerves.
Wang moaned and squirmed, and was reduced to a panting, whining mess in seconds. It was just enough stimulation to make his stomach clench and legs twitch, but nothing nearly gratifying enough as I removed my fingers.
Wang leaned to retrieve a bottle of lube from inside the nearby nightstand, and I lowered my pants to let my dick spring free. Wang stared at my hard cock, watching it pulse with blood. He handed me the lube and I rubbed a generous amount around my length, and over Wang's already slick hole for good measure.
Just as I lined myself up, I instructed, "Let me know when to stop if you feel uncomfortable."
Wang moaned, both from my words and from the feeling as I slid myself slowly, pausing in between until I was fully seated inside.
I cursed at how tight Wang was around my cock, knowing I wasn't going to last long. But that was okay.
"Relax," I murmur against his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Just feel."
He exhales shakily, his fingers gripping my waist like he's anchoring himself. "I am feeling," he whispers. "That's the problem."
I chuckle, kissing him again, deeper this time, letting him know there's nothing to be afraid of. He kisses me back just as eagerly, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. The warmth of his body, the way he moves beneath me, the quiet gasps he lets out—it's intoxicating.
His body melts into my touch, his trust laid bare in the way he surrenders himself to me. And in this moment, it's not just about pleasure, it's about us, about the way we give ourselves to each other completely, with no reservations, no walls.
When he reaches for me, pulling me up into a slow, lingering kiss, I know we've crossed a line we can never go back from. And I don't want to.
I started pulling back and pushing forward slowly, savoring every inch of him, every shiver, every quiet gasp. Wang's body is warm beneath me, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine. His fingers tighten in my hair, his lips parting slightly as I kiss him deeply, slowly, with intention.
I want him to feel cherished. I want him to know this isn't just fleeting desire—this is something real.
His hands slide down my back, hesitant but eager, and I guide him, pressing closer, letting our bodies mold together like they were meant to fit. His breath hitches as I press kisses along his collarbone, his skin sensitive to every touch.
Then once he was comfortable I immediately set a harsh pace.
I grip Wang's hips, but not hard enough to leave superficial bruises, and pulled him up on my dick as I fucked forward. Wang's hands shot to grip my arms, and a string of curses escaped him. He was trying so hard not to touch himself.
The sound of skin slapping and harsh groans filled the room. I pulled down on Wang to bury myself as deep as I could, while we both moaned and groaned.
It took only a few short minutes before Wang was warning me that he was about to cum even without pumping his cock. And in seconds his warm cum was splashing everywhere.
I slow down, wanting to savor every moment, wanting him to savor every moment. This isn't just about desire; it's about trust, about something deeper than either of us wants to admit just yet.