Fifteen

After what happened last time at the prison, Yibo has been thinking about it nonstop. It was just so good. He truly thinks he's never felt anything so pleasurable in his life.

He thinks though, that maybe it had to do with the fact that his feelings for Zhan are so strong and also that he feels comfortable with him. The thrill of being in a prison also helped a little too.

Yibo wonders, if he would feel the same if he and Zhan had met more conventionally. Would he feel the same amount of attachment as he does now? Maybe if Zhan had more than two months left, if he had forever left, Yibo wouldn't feel so desperate for him.

It's a scary thought really. It makes Yibo wonder if any of his feelings for Zhan are real. He knows that the feeling he gets in his stomach when he sees Zhan is real, and that the sadness he feels in his heart when he has to leave is real, but is it only a symptom of a placebo type of love?

He's never felt this way about anyone before and he finds it odd that of all people Zhan's the one that's changed that. Of all the people who could've been his first heartbreak, it'll be Zhan.

Yibo's not sure if he'll ever get the answers to his questions, and really, he's not sure if he even wants to.

As soon as Yibo finds his wallet and jacket he hurries downstairs to the car, finding the cold wind that thrashes against his cheeks extremely unpleasant and unwanted. He doesn't mind the cold if it's not windy or gloomy but on a day like today, he very dearly misses the sun.

Zhan ge bearly sees the sun, he thinks as they drive on the highway. Yibo knows for a fact that it can take a toll on one's mental health if they don't get enough vitamin D. Maybe that's something Zhan could use.

Every time Yibo sees the prison it just looks duller and duller. As they pull into the parking lot, he's reminded of this. The way the cement walls are tiresome and plain and the yard looks dry and flat, as if it just soaks up all of the negative energy that's above it.

As he walks inside he's met with the monotonous hum of the lighting, a sound that could potentially drive someone mad. Even the guards tend to always have the same uninspired looks on their faces. It's

depressing to say the least.

"You are beginning to like it here, Yibo?" Mrs. Sandra at the sign-in desk asks, shuffling through some papers, peering at Yibo over the top of her thin wired glasses.

"I am, Mrs. Sandra, I really am," Yibo says back to her, a smile drawing across his face at the thought of his time with Zhan.

"That's good sweetie, I'm sure you make his day. Go on in, she said.

Yibo nods. "Yes ma'am, have a good rest of the day."

Mrs. Sandra gives Yibo a sweet smile, one that only certain people can give. Usually, those people are older women. At least that's what Yibo has found.

As he walks through the dimly lit halls, one that resembles the rest of the prison, he thinks about how this is the entirety of Zhan's world. The only things he sees are what's inside this building and the bit of the actual world that's visible from the yard.

He makes it to the room, the dull one but Yibo is not complaining.

Yibo knocks but doesn't really wait for an answer to walk in. He finds Zhan laying on the floor with his knees bent up. He's doing sit-ups.

"Oh, Yibo," Zhan says, sitting up all the way.

Zhan has sweat coating his forehead and bare arms that are revealed by his sleeveless white tank top. Tattoos are scattered across his arms and Yibo thinks they compliment his skin very well

"Holy shit..." Yibo says under his breath taken away by how incredibly hot Zhan looks.

"Sorry, I was bored and didn't know when you were coming so I decided to work out," Zhan says, jumping to his feet and grabbing the prison uniform he had sitting on the bed to wipe off his face and arms and then throwing it over his head.

"No, no, I uh, I'm very happy with my timing," Yibo says, eyeing Zhan's body top to bottom. Zhan makes gray sweatpants look like the sexiest thing in the world.

Zhan smirks."You are?" he asks, clearly teasing Yibo.

Yibo nods, not at all trying to conceal his utter thirst as of right now. "Extremely."

Zhan takes the few steps that are in between him and Yibo and grips Yibo's waist. Zhan pulls him close as Yibo wraps his arms around his neck. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss that has no sense of softness or gentleness. Only passion.

Yibo pulls away for a moment and turns to shut the door all the way, pulling Zhan over to the bed and away from the window. Yibo somewhat pushes Zhan onto the bed practically pouncing onto him, resting a leg on each side of his waist.

Yibo quickly leans down and initiates another kiss that turns into what will be the gateway to much more. Yibo runs a hand through Zhan's hair, the slight dampness caused by his sweat somehow

only managing to turn him on even more.

Yibo reaches between them both and grabs the hem of Zhan's shirt, bunching it in his hand. He pulls the tank top up, enough to reveal Zhan's toned abs. Yibo

runs a hand over them, feeling Zhan's smooth velvety skin underneath his fingertips.

Yibo pulls away from their kiss and without looking at Zhan moves down further, leaving hungry imprints all down Zhan's torso.

When he gets to Zhan's sweatpants, he pulls at them indicating he wants Zhan to lift his hips, so Zhan does. Yibo cravingly pulls them off of Zhan's legs and tosses them to the floor just as they did last time.

Zhan watches Yibo with a look of lust plastered on his face. Yibo wants it to be good for Zhan, who knows if he has ever gotten a blow job.

Yibo runs a hand over Zhan's bulge, slowly trying to take everything in. Despite their circumstances and their surroundings, none of it dulls the intensity Yibo feels toward Zhan. It's as if everything disappears when they're together.

Yibo glances up at Zhan and then back down to his boxers, tugging those off faster than he did the sweats. He eyes Zhan's body as if it were a piece of art.

"Zhan ge, you're probably the most attractive human being I've ever seen," Yibo says, but Zhan responds with a low moan because Yibo eagerly takes him in.

Zhan reaches down and grips Yibo's hair, tugging it periodically at times when Yibo goes at it. The feeling for both of them is euphoric, especially for Zhan.

Yibo loves everything about this. He loves the way Zhan feels, the way he tastes, the way he sounds, all of it. It all collectively bands together in a fire like an ensemble that's so irresistibly enticing.

"Bo, oh my god," Zhan breathes as Yibo continues to go down on him.

If his mouth wasn't so full. Yibo would be smirking right now. He gets pleasure from pleasing Zhan, and doing it in such a way that he is now, is even more rewarding. He tries so hard to make it good for him and it seems to be working.

His eyes start to burn but it only encourages him to keep going. The feeling of Zhan hitting the back of his throat is ruthless and unforgiving but Yibo loves it so much.

He's never wanted to please someone else so much in his life. Usually, it's only to return the favor but this time it's something Yibo would do over and over without anything in return. He never used to understand getting off of pleasing someone else but he does now.

When he glances up through his eyelashes at Zhan's face, he's met with the sight of flushed cheeks and shiny skin. It's beautiful.

Part of Yibo wants to take it slow, but another part of him wants to go as hard as he can just to hear Zhan moan. Maybe it's for selfish reasons too, maybe Yibo is just so eager to see Zhan cum.

Yibo pulls off of Zhan's dick, a pop sound following. Zhan looks down with greedy eyes as if he's trying to hide how much he didn't want Yibo to stop. However, Yibo takes the base of Zhan in one hand and uses his tongue to lick up the underside, gently sucking at the tip and swirling his tongue around.

Zhan's breathing has become heavier and Yibo hears him quietly moaning more often. He knows that Zhan's close so he decides to have his fun while he can. He bobs his head up and down, going as far as he possibly can. Yibo uses his tongue to feel the textures of it all, the veins, the smooth skin, it's all so amazing.

He closes his eyes, making noises himself around Zhan, feeling the vibration of it in his throat. Yibo feels Zhan starts to tense up, his abs becoming more predominant, so he pulls off and uses his hand to finish the job.

Yibo uses his mouth to clean up some of the mess, gently sucking on Zhan a few times causing Zhan's body to flinch a little.

Zhan sits up, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks still flushed. He leans down and cups Yibo's face, pulling him closer to kiss him. Yibo takes it as a thank you.

"Where's the shirt?" Yibo asks when they pull away, his own eyes watery and his lips swollen.

"Uh, on the floor I think, don't worry," Zhan says, pointing in the direction of the shirt.

Yibo climbs off the bed and goes to get it. He tosses it to Zhan and then picks up their clothes, or rather just Zhan's. Once Zhan's cleaned off and has his pants back on keeping his shirt off Yibo climbs back on the bed and lays down next to Zhan.

Yibo tightens his hold on Zhan's waist and snuggles as close to him as possible. "I love you, Zhan ge." Yibo feels Zhan's heartbeat speed up.

"Why would you want to love someone who's already gone?" Zhan asks.

"I didn't choose to, but I do, and now I'll just have to accept that my heart will be shattered."

Yibo doesn't know it, but a tear falls down Zhan's cheek as he holds Yibo in his arms. "I love you too, Bo."