Zhan's Pov.
"Wang," I whisper against his lips.
He hums in response, his eyes half-lidded, filled with something raw and unguarded.
"I'm here," I say softly. "With you. Only you."
Something shifts in his expression, something I can't quite name, but before I can dwell on it, he pulls me down into another kiss, and I let myself get lost in him.
Because right now, in this moment, nothing else matters.
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 my body against him, as I slowly fuck him, feeling the warmth of his skin, and the way his breath stutters as my hands explore him with deliberate slowness. Wang grips my waist, pulling me closer, his fingertips pressing into my skin like he's afraid I might disappear.
"You're shaking," he whispers, his voice husky, laced with something I can't quite name.
"So are you," I murmur, brushing my lips against his jaw, and his neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his skin.
He swallows hard, tilting his head back slightly as I trail kisses down his throat, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I move lower, hands mapping the contours of his body, before grappling his waist as I thrust deep inside him, learning him in a way that words never could.
Wang's fingers slip into his hair, his grip tightening as he exhales a shaky breath. "Zhan..."
I whine slowly, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and vulnerable. I cup his face, running my thumb over his cheek.
"I want this to be good for you," I whisper.
His lips part slightly, his expression unreadable. Then, after a long moment, he nods. "It already is."
A slow smile tugs at my lips, and I lean in, capturing his mouth in a kiss—deep, lingering, filled with unspoken promises. He melts into me, his body arching instinctively as I press against him, the heat between us building steadily.
I take my time, letting every touch, every kiss, speak for me. Because this isn't just about want—this is about us. About trust. About something that neither of us dares to name just yet.
And tonight, I'll make sure he feels every bit of it.
I returned to the harsh pace I had before. I wanted to cum so badly, but I was enjoying it. Strings of words poured from my lips. "I'm gonna cum. I want you to cum. Cum with me." I breathe.
I place Wang's legs on my shoulder and gave him deep hard strokes. When he cum, he shudders, his ass clenching on my cock, driving me to the brink. And I also cum riding it out fast, We were both trembling in each other's arms.
"Zhan..." he whispers, his voice shaky, full of emotion.
I pause, resting my forehead against his, as I release his legs, our breaths mingling. "I'm here," I murmur, my fingers tracing gentle patterns over his skin. "With you."
His eyes meet mine, dark and searching, and in that moment, I see everything—the vulnerability, the trust, the unspoken emotions neither of us dares to name.
I press my lips to his again, deepening the moment, taking my time, letting him feel everything I can't yet say.
Tonight isn't about rushing. It's about us. And I'll make sure he knows that, with every touch, every kiss, every whispered breath between us.
Our bodies are pressed together, the heat between us lingering in the quiet of the room. Wang's breathing is uneven, his chest rising and falling against mine as he buries his face in my neck. My fingers trace slow, soothing circles on his hand, grounding both of us in this moment.
His whisper is barely audible, but I feel it more than I hear it. I love you.
My heart clenches at the rawness in his voice, the way he says it like it's a confession like it means more than anything else in the world. I tighten my arms around him, pressing a soft kiss to his damp hair.
"I love you too," I murmur, and the way he shudders in my arms makes my chest ache.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes searching mine, and for a moment, we just exist in silence, in the weight of what we've said. Then something shifts between us, something deeper, something unspoken but understood.
My cock twitch inside Wang, making him clench his ass against my cock.
Wang's lips brush against mine, slow and tender, and I can feel the longing, the need to hold onto this moment just a little longer. His hands trail over my skin, hesitant but eager, and I let him take the lead this time, letting him show me what he feels without words.
Wang rolls me over gently, my cock slipping out of his moist warm ass, his hands steady but reverent, like he's memorizing every part of me with his touch. His dark eyes search mine, filled with something deeper than desire.
I reach up, running my fingers through his hair, tracing the curve of his jaw. He leans into my touch, his breath warm against my skin as he presses soft kisses along my neck, his lips slow and deliberate. Every touch, every movement feels unhurried, like he wants to savor this moment as much as I do.
"You're handsome," he murmurs, almost like he doesn't realize he's saying it out loud. His words send warmth flooding through me, making my chest tighten with something I don't quite have the words for.
I cup his face, guiding him into a kiss, deep and lingering, letting him feel everything I can't say yet. His hands roam over my body, mapping me like he never wants to forget the way I feel beneath him.
Wang reached down, took hold of my hard cock, and sat back on me with one fluid motion. Both of us groaned loudly before Wang winced adjusting himself.
Wang's breath hitches as he whispers, "So full..." his voice barely audible, laced with something raw and unfiltered. His fingers tighten around mine, his grip firm yet tender, as if he needs something to ground him in the moment.
I reach up, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead, my other hand tracing slow, soothing circles on his back. His body trembles slightly against mine, his breathing uneven, but his eyes—dark and filled with emotion—never leave mine.
"You're okay?" I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.
His lips part, and for a moment, he doesn't answer, just swallows hard before nodding. "Yeah," he breathes, voice shaky. "It's just... different."
I cup his face, running my thumb along his cheekbone. "Good different?"
His lips curve into a small, almost shy smile, his eyes softening. "Yeah," he murmurs. "Really good different."
I pull him down into a slow, lingering kiss, feeling the way he melts into me, his body pressing even closer as if trying to merge into one. There's no rush, no urgency—just us, wrapped in warmth and something deeper than I can put into words.
Wang raised and lowered himself, watching as my face contorted with pleasure. He pressed his palms on my chest, kneading the muscle. He rolled his hips making me hiss in pleasure.
I bit my lip and whimpered as Wang started to roll his hips over and over again, riding on top to build his pleasure. Finally, I started to cry out as the overwhelming stimulation formed into another building orgasm. I did my best to slide to the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the floor and taking over to fuck up into Wang. In turn, Wang arched himself, aiming me to maximize his pleasure while he jerked himself off. I could feel himself getting closer, as he clenched and unclenched his ass on my cock, then he started bouncing up and down on me.
We move together, seamlessly, effortlessly, as if we were always meant to. Every sigh, every gasp, every whispered name between us only deepens the moment, pulling us closer in a way I never thought possible.
I slammed upward over and over. Wang pumped himself rapidly, the sounds of my desperate noises pulling Wang straight to the edge. He came first, shooting cum onto my chest and face. I followed quickly, pushing one last time upward and cumming inside Wang for the second time. We remained motionless and panting, trying to slowly bring our souls back into our bodies.
I lifted my heavy lids and we both made eye contact. Wang drank in the view below him, of me lost in his pleasure, with his cum decorating my skin.
When we are finally still, our breaths mingling, our bodies entwined, Wang rests his forehead against my mine, his fingers lacing with mine.
"This..." he whispers, his voice filled with quiet wonder.
I tighten my grip on his hand, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It's real," I murmur back. "And I don't want it to end."
Neither does he. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he holds me like he never wants to let go.
The room is quiet except for our soft, steady breaths. Wang's fingers run through my hair, his touch light, almost hesitant. I look up at him, meeting his gaze, dark with something unspoken—trust, longing, love.
"I'll run a hot water bath for you," I whisper, my voice barely louder than the steady rhythm of his breath. Gently, I ease him down onto the bed, feeling the tension in his muscles as he surrenders to exhaustion. His skin is warm beneath my touch, but there's a weariness in his eyes that makes my chest tighten.
He exhales slowly, his lashes fluttering as if sleep is already pulling at him. "Check the second drawer on the left," he murmurs, his voice hoarse but steady. "There are oils and herbs there... they'll help."
I nod, pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead before slipping off the bed. The warmth of his body still lingers on my skin as I make my way to the bathroom.
The space is magnificent—marble floors, gold accents, and a deep soaking tub that looks like it was made for moments like this. I turn the faucet, letting the water run hot as I walk back to the drawer Wang mentioned
.
Inside, there's an assortment of oils and dried herbs, their scents filling the air as I carefully pick a calming blend—lavender, eucalyptus, and a hint of jasmine. Something soothing, something that will ease the tension in his body. Allowing the calming scents to mix into the water. I drop in the herbs as well, watching as they swirl and dissolve, turning the water into something that looks almost magical.
When I return to the bedroom, Wang watches me with hooded eyes, his lips curved into a faint smile. "You're really doing this," he murmurs, voice laced with something unreadable.
I reach for his hand, pulling him up gently. "Of course I am. You take care of me, too."
He lets me lead him to the bathroom, his fingers laced with mine. The steam curls around us as I help him into the tub, the warm water swallowing him in comfort. He sighs, his head resting against the edge as his muscles slowly relax.
I kneel beside him, dipping my hands into the water before trailing them over his shoulders, massaging the tension away. His eyes flutter shut, a deep exhale escaping his lips.
"This feels nice," he murmurs, voice thick with relaxation.
I smile, pressing a soft kiss to his damp skin. "Good. Just let me take care of you."
"You're spoiling me," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting over mine as he steps in, sinking into the warmth.
I kneel beside the tub, dipping my hand into the water to pour it over his shoulders. "Maybe," I say, grinning. "But you deserve it."
Wang hums, eyes slipping shut as he leans back. "Cone in?" he whispers.
I don't hesitate. I step in, pulling him against me, the water embracing us both as we settle into a comfortable silence, wrapped in warmth and each other.