Chapter 4: In another world...it was a trainee who rescued Ye Xiu
"I swear, if you do not get a move on," Ye Xiu hissed as Zhou Zekai decided a fourth finger was needed to prepare him. It had only been a week since they last met, but it was not like he stayed abstinent. After that one holiday break... which he dearly regretted because now he always felt so empty ... he had bought himself toys for those lonely nights.
"Wait," Zhou Zekai replied simply, one hand grasping both of Ye Xiu's wrists above his head and pinning it to the headboard. His other hand continued to apply copious amounts of lube to Ye Xiu's entrance, each movement very deliberate and slow in stretching him open.
"Zekai, I. Am. Not. Fragile." Ye Xiu glared up at the still nearly clothed Zhou Zekai. Of course the most popular idol amongst the pro-scene had to focus primarily on unclothing him, Ye Xiu, first with complete disregard to himself.
Ye Xiu refused to acknowledge that a small part of him was actually mourning being unable to stare unabashedly at Zhou Zekai's physique, though Zhou Zekai's usual white shirt clung to his skin in the humid summer weather and those jeans would cut off his blood circulation if they were any tighter.
"Patience." Ye Xiu was squirming at that point, twisting and struggling to free his hands, but Zhou Zekai just applied more pressure, causing Ye Xiu to snap his head back.
Gasping for air, Ye Xiu shut his eyes tightly, because Zhou Zekai, that ass, decided to tighten his grip on his wrists as well as shove all those fingers in a single, penetrating thrust. A moment later, Ye Xiu's frustration reached new heights.
Because—Zhou Zekai was now doing nothing.
Eyes flying open, Ye Xiu tilted his head back down to take a look and literally just saw the Team Samsara captain watching him with an amused expression.
At that point, something in Ye Xiu snapped.
Or, well, something in Ye Xiu would've snapped if Zhou Zekai did not choose to completely withdraw from Ye Xiu's body and release his grip on Ye Xiu's wrists.
Ye Xiu, who had his back arched slightly and an overall tense body from his previously captured wrists to his wide spread legs, plopped back down onto the bed. Shocked, he immediately turned to look at Zhou Zekai, who was standing at the foot of the bed directly across from him.
With a smirk, as Zhou Zekai had seen Ye Xiu's burning gaze sear right through his clothes, he casually shrugged off his jacket, making sure to let the fabric slowly slide down his arms to pool at his wrists and waist. Then, tossing a casual flick of his hair into his movements as well, he slid the team jacket so it only rested on his right hand and let it drop to the floor as if in slow motion.
Running a hand through his hair, Zhou Zekai toed off his shoes as if it was the easiest thing in the world, his socks following with a few seconds later. Not once did he take his piercing eyes off of Ye Xiu.
At that moment, Ye Xiu knew he was staring but too far gone to really care. His eyes trailed across Zhou Zekai's broad shoulders and lightly muscled biceps and forearms, the intensity of his gaze like a blazing crown fire.
Ye Xiu had lowered his arms by then, bringing them back behind his body to prop himself up. Even now, though, his arms trembled from the amount of effort it was to keep himself up instead of falling because— damn, where did Little Zekai learn all this?
Inwardly, Zhou Zekai thanked his modeling career. Despite the many awkward scenarios he had to model and the training he had to undergo for those jobs, it was useful in making his beloved senior weak at the knees and focusing only on him.
Feigning nonchalance, he crossed his arms over his body and lightly gripped the edges of his white shirt. With deliberate movements, he began pulling off his shirt, taking care to reveal every centimeter of his skin with agonizing slowness. A flick of his wrists tugged the shirt completely off, leaving his hair slightly ruffled.
When Zhou Zekai used just his thumb to pop open the button to his jeans, Ye Xiu's arms collapsed, so that his body rested on his elbows instead. His legs, which had gradually been closing due to Zhou Zekai's absence, fell back wide open, as if he was inviting the model over.
Ziiiiiii~~~p
Ye Xiu could feel his soul escaping him, yet he could not take his eyes away.
Something in Zhou Zekai purred at how entranced Ye Xiu was; this, this was why he put up with everything the proscene demanded. Because he knew with each advertisement he featured in, with each modeling photo being issued, Ye Xiu would always end up remembering him. The further his popularity spread, the further his fame and skill progressed, the more prominent he would be in his senior's mind.
His drive had always, after that first meeting and those beautifully bewitching hands, been Ye Xiu.
Instantly, Ye Xiu's attention was drawn to the large bulge peeking through the zipper, because the wet spot on that pair of boxers revealed that his junior was not as unaffected as he seemed to be.
Regaining a bit of his usual self, Ye Xiu sat up with languid grace, his feet slipping off the bed. Licking his lips, he lightly padded over to the suddenly frozen Zhou Zekai, who had lost his train of thought upon sensing the predatory air surrounding Ye Xiu.
"Let me," Ye Xiu murmured as he knelt down before Zhou Zekai, his fingers trailing down slower than his descent to linger over corded muscle and warm skin.
Ye Xiu's rimmed nails barely scraped against Zhou Zekai's skin, but it still sent shivers down his spine. Maybe he had pushed too far? The look in Ye Xiu's eyes…
For some reason, Zhou Zekai felt that it spelled his doom.
Notes:
Happy April Fool's Day~!
