Yibo stuttered, swallowing, unable to hide the flush sweeping across his face and ears and neck. "You're the only person who could say that and make me feel shy," he said. "You could stare at me every day, Zhan ge. I'd let you do anything."
"Don't say those things."
"I mean it. I mean everything I say. I'm really possessive, Zhan ge. I can't help it. I sort of want to keep you all for myself, and I will, if you let me." Xiao Zhan looked like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. "Only if you'll let me."
Xiao Zhan's answer was his hand gripping Yibo's cock, straining underneath his underwear and
trousers. He squeezed, stroking underneath the fullness of his balls and the swell of his cock. Yibo groaned, leaning forward, forehead resting against Xiao Zhan's shoulder. He snapped his teeth next to his mark, further along his neck. He rocked into Xiao Zhan's hand, moan stifled into Xiao Zhan's flesh.
