Only Weakness

17. Cravings

Ughhh, life really hit me today 😭 I managed to strain my ankle while visiting a building site (don’t ask how, I’m still questioning my career choices 😂)

But hey.... silver lining! ✨ Since I’m stuck at home for a week, I’ll be uploading daily for you guys. Hehe, pain for me = gain for you 🤭💖

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Zhan was still catching his breath, lips swollen, chest rising and falling hard when Yibo suddenly bent down, dragging him up by the wrist.

Before Zhan could steady himself, Yibo’s hand slid down, cupping him through his pants. Zhan’s eyes went wide, a sharp gasp breaking free.

“Yibo-!” he hissed, trembling, but Yibo’s smirk only deepened.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all week,” Yibo murmured, voice husky against his ear. “Coming into my head every night while I couldn’t touch you…” His hand pressed firmer, rubbing just enough to make Zhan shiver violently. “Now it’s your turn.”

Zhan bit down on his lip, his knees nearly buckling as Yibo’s fingers teased him through the fabric, stroking until he was fully hard. Heat rushed up his body so quick he could barely breathe.

“Yibo, please-” he whispered, his voice breaking, but that only made Yibo chuckle low in his throat.

“Mm, you sound desperate already” Yibo’s breath ghosted along his jaw, his smirk sharp and cruel. “But I’m not giving you more.”

He gave one last firm stroke, feeling the shudder rip through Zhan’s body, before pulling his hand away entirely.

Zhan staggered forward, aching, his hands trembling at his sides. His eyes were wide, pleading, but Yibo just straightened, licking his lips lazily.

“Handle yourself,” Yibo ordered, his tone commanding, laced with that wicked arrogance only he carried. “That’s for making me wait all damn week.”

Then, as if nothing had happened, he leaned in and pressed the lightest kiss to Zhan’s temple cruelly soft compared to what he’d just done before stepping back with that infuriating smirk.

Zhan’s face burned, his body trembling with frustration and want. He hated him in that moment hated and craved him all at once.

And Yibo, satisfied, just turned toward the waves, shoving his hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just left Zhan on fire.

Zhan leaned back against the cold stone, his breaths uneven, his hands clenching at his sides. His body still burned from where Yibo had touched him, every nerve screaming for release.

“Damn you…” he whispered shakily, his eyes stinging with both frustration and want. Yibo’s smirk replayed in his head, that low handle yourself echoing like a cruel command he couldn’t ignore.

For a moment, Zhan tried to fight it. He pressed his lips together, fists tightening, telling himself he could endure, that he wouldn’t give Yibo the satisfaction.

But the throbbing ache between his legs refused to be ignored. The more he thought of Yibo the heat of his kiss, his rough grip, that arrogant voice growling in his ear the more his resolve crumbled.

Finally, with trembling fingers, Zhan unfastened his pants. A broken gasp slipped past his lips as he wrapped his own hand around himself, already hard from Yibo’s teasing.

His head fell back against the rock, eyes squeezing shut. He tried to be quiet, but soft, choked whimpers escaped anyway. Every stroke was filled with Yibo; his smirk, his touch, the way he had held him like he owned him.