#49.4 Depth Over Distance
Yifan could see Yixing getting ready in the corner of his eye, he hated how the younger stuck in his periphery and wouldn't leave it. The buyer tried to focus on his work and not watch how Yixing toyed with his hair, bit his lip to centre his attention onto his laptop screen and not stare at the way Yixing was making himself look somehow more beautiful than normal. It made Yifan's heart thunder as much as it hurt. He wanted to be the one Yixing tried so hard for.
It was the fourth time Yixing had restyled his hair that Yifan's patience with the entire thing snapped, "Do you have to do that here?"
Yixing looked at him through the mirror, Yifan could see his own reflection in the surface from where he was on the bed and how shocked Yixing looked sat in front of the reflective glass. There was a look of what appeared to be guilt on Yixing's features but Yifan swallowed that down, he didn't want to know why Yixing felt guilty. Or who he felt guilty for.
"I'm sorry," Yixing muttered as he stood, the younger left the bedroom and Yifan heard the bathroom light across the hall turn on. The dog, who had been snuggled up against Yifan's leg on the small blanket there followed Yixing out of the room and he closed his eyes to set his head back against the headboard. He shut his laptop without looking at it and pushed it aside, he knew he wouldn't get anything done with his emotions running haywire.
He wanted to be selfish, to beg Yixing not to leave and to run through their normal routine together. He wanted to keep Yixing by his side. He didn't want to be followed by thoughts of Yixing laughing giddily and happily with another man, he didn't want to think about how Yixing's lips would be claimed by somebody else or how Yixing's body, one he'd never fully seen or touched, would probably be given to somebody who wasn't Yifan.
But he knew he couldn't. He was the one who didn't have any claim over Yixing. He was the one who was left behind to be alone. He was the one who could only take what he was given.
There was that residual feeling of self-loathing he felt when he thought about what they were doing. Yixing was taken, Yifan should have resisted his want for the other and he should have respected the boundaries.
Yifan had never considered being that. The other man, that was. He had always championed monogamy over all, prided himself in never wanting to be the one to hurt somebody else but he'd backtracked on almost every warning his morals gave out in order to have his moments with Yixing.
Yifan's eyes flickered when there was a light knock on his door frame, signalling Yixing's presence and he looked at the younger. They didn't meet eyes. Yixing was staring too intently at the floor with Rourou behind his leg and the silence sank over them until Yixing cleared his throat. "I should probably go now. I can’t be late to my own anniversary."
"Okay," Yifan nodded, one of his hands fisted at his side as his annoyance pooled there.
"I'll see you─" Yixing cut himself off as he thought about what he was going to say next, "─I'll see you when I see you."
Yifan nodded and Yixing bowed out of the doorway then out of the apartment, the dog following him part of the way before returning back to Yifan's side on the bed and he leant forward to pull the small animal onto his lap. He'd read somewhere that petting a dog could help relieve stress or anxiety, he wasn't exactly sure of which and hoped that would help him feel better. But he didn't think that it would help with the film of guilt that laced his stomach or the frustration that collected like lactic acid in his muscles. He hated the idea that he was falling for somebody who wasn't exclusively his or that didn't even reciprocate how he felt.
The art buyer was almost certain that he was just a replacement of some sort, that he was where Yixing could expend the energy he couldn't give to his boyfriend and that always made Yifan feel sick. He wondered what his mother would think if she knew he was in a complicated situation with a taken man, he didn't think he could ever tell her that truth and not feel like she'd have something to unload onto him about it. Yifan knew she would never accept that he had got himself into such a situation in the first place, she would scold him and possibly cry because she had not raised him to act like that. He didn't want to be a disappointment to his mother but he could not suppress that part of him that told him that Yixing was something golden.
He stood up from his bed and decided upon cleaning the apartment to take his mind off things, he didn't want to imagine how excited Yixing probably was to meet up with his boyfriend or what they would do when they were together. Yifan wanted to numb himself to what he was thinking about, to what made his skin burn and he took a few deep breaths before plucking cleaning products out from beneath his kitchen sink.
It wasn't a task he'd thought through. Not when Yixing's belongings were mingled in with his own as if he lived there. He had to put them all to one side in a small pile, from there he only had to deal with his own possessions and he breathed out a sigh when he could start polishing things. He could work his body by cleaning up around himself, using as much force as he could without breaking or damaging anything.
Cleaning wasn't something he found relaxing on a normal day but he was happy to expend the energy he needed to.
Cooking, that was what Yifan did to relax and he decided that an early dinner would be a good place to start if he was going to feel better about anything. A shower could come after that. He could wash away everything else and feel clean before he headed under his sheets to pine the night away. Yifan had already set himself up to not sleep for too long while Yixing was out with his boyfriend.
It was weird, Yixing almost always messaged Yifan when he was at his apartment with his boyfriend but he knew Yixing wouldn't have his phone out while he was on a date, that wasn't like the younger to do something like that. Yixing was the kind to give his full attention to whoever he was with at that time and that's probably why he found it so easy to fall for the taken man. Yifan hadn't felt appreciated in such a long time but Yixing was effortless in his interest yet it was then things started changing. Yixing had lied to his boyfriend about where he was when he was with Yifan and he didn't know how many times those lies had been given.
That was the sign that told Yifan that what they had wasn't what it should have been. That had been what made Yifan masochistically hopeful. Before he knew it, he was in too deep to not want Yixing. He felt the urge to covet the editor, to wrap him up in the little world they had in Yifan's apartment but Yixing always left. Yifan would watch Yixing as he went, biting his tongue to say something to stop the other from leaving but he never had the right, nor the confidence in what Yixing felt for him, to stop anything that happened.
Yifan warmed up some leftovers he had in his fridge, it wasn't the kind of cooking that soothed him the most but he needed his night to be done quickly. If he could go to sleep then he could not think about Yixing being with his boyfriend and all the images it brought. Yifan especially hated the idea of Yixing tasting differently when they kissed, that there would be a hint of something else when their lips met that would remind Yifan that he wasn't the one who had Yixing on his own.
Rourou barked as the microwave beeped a few minutes later and Yifan stared down at the whining dog. He wondered if the Rourou knew, if he could sense somebody else on Yixing or if he could tell that Yifan was affectionate towards Yixing. He thought about if the dog could speak, what would he have to say to Yifan about his choice in semi-romantic partner. Yifan mulled over if Rourou would approve of the situation or if he would just want Yifan to be happy.
The dog barking again brought him back to reality and he shook his head, Rourou didn't understand human concepts and the poodle loved anybody who would rub his belly or feed him.
Yifan took his dinner out of the microwave and scarfed it down when it was cool enough to do so. It tasted a little too peppery but he didn't mind that so much, he always thought more positively when he had a full stomach. A primitive kind of contentedness that he could let himself bask in for a whole of three minutes before he was reminded of the fact that he was eating alone and Yixing wouldn't be, he'd have the company of somebody who would always come before Yifan.
The tall male sighed as he placed his used utensils in the sink and made his way to the living area to lay down flat to the sofa. He was impatient and wanted Monday to crawl around sooner, just so he could see Yixing. Yifan checked his phone and could only watch as the screen went back to black without any messages from Yixing. He hadn't quite felt so lonely before, not even when he lived alone without Rourou, he knew what it was like to share a space with somebody and that knowledge glued itself to his mind.
Yifan had clicked his phone's screen on eight times and was only interrupted by a soft knock on the door. He couldn't be bothered to answer it, he wanted to wallow in his self-pity and not have that interrupted by anybody. If he was going to have a bad weekend then he wanted to spend it alone.
The fourth round of knocks had Yifan climbing off the sofa to ward the person off. It was no surprise that Rourou was waiting by the door, he was always curious of who would be entering their home and shuffled away when Yifan opened the door.
He was shocked to see Yixing there with his arms around his body like he was feeling vulnerable or cold, maybe even both. Yifan didn't speak as he moved to allow the younger into his apartment and Yixing took his shoes off before shuffling across the flooring to get to where Yifan had been lying moments before. Yifan followed him quietly, observing how Yixing looked like he was thinking but moved over to him when his arms opened and his eyes looked up expectantly. The taller knew that face, it was the one Yixing wore when Baekhyun had done something to upset or disrupt him. Yifan always drew him in close then, even though it felt somewhat empty because he couldn't get everything he wanted from the younger and he was picking the pieces up from a mistake that wasn't even his own.
That never stopped him from crawling onto the sofa and taking Yixing into his arms, that was always a comfort to feel for himself and his chest swelled a little more with that masochistic hope when Yixing sucked in a long breath of his scent from his shirt. Yixing held Yifan back, nuzzling in to find comfort and Yifan couldn't help but want to coo at the other for having such cute tendencies.
"What's wrong?" He mumbled into Yixing's hair, loosening his grip until Yixing looked up at him.
"I think he stood me up," Yixing muttered and Yifan kissed his forehead. It hurt to hear that Yifan was the second resort to the other but it hurt more to see how Yixing had reacted to it. "I waited for nearly an hour but he didn't show. It’s our anniversary and he didn’t even come."
"I'm sorry," Yifan sighed. He wanted to mean it but he couldn't if that meant that he was the one the younger was with at that moment.
"I don't know why I went. He's always doing stuff like this, I just wanted today for things to be normal and to talk to him."
Yifan closed his eyes while he bit the insides of his cheeks. The words hurt, they chipped into his chest and clenched around his heart as he heard them. There was no mistaking how awful it made him feel, how he wished that Yixing could see that he was the one who was there for him, always waiting until he got the call to go to his side. But he didn't, he left it as Yixing got comfortable on his body.
"You know, I had a feeling I should have stayed here with you. I'm always happy when I'm here with you," Yifan could hear the wariness in Yixing's confession like he was revealing a large secret and Yifan knew that the younger was. It helped to dull the ache in his chest and when Yixing looked up at him through his lashes, Yifan knew that Yixing had told the truth. He was happy when he was around Yifan.
"Did you eat?" The older changed the subject in hopes of quashing some of the negativity.
Yixing shook his head, "No."
"Okay, want to cook something?"
"Together?" Yixing looked almost hopeful, as far as Yifan's eyes could see.
"I already ate but yeah, it will be good for you."
They both stood up, Yifan ignored that Yixing had threaded their fingers together and was tugging him in through to the kitchen. He watched as Yixing released his hand and foraged around in all the right places for certain things and Yifan began to follow the instructions the other gave him.
They messed around, Yifan threw the chunks of green pepper that he hated at Yixing and the editor would pretend to get annoyed only to laugh a few seconds later. They were constantly in each other's spaces and their fingers would hook together if they brushed one another. It was those things that Yifan let Yixing in for, it was for that bubbling feeling inside him that was like molten happiness.
Yifan could not shake how beautiful Yixing looked with his hair styled to perfection, his skin lightly patted down with a sheer coverage foundation and his eyes accented gently with black kohl. He didn't know how anybody could stand such a beautiful person up, how he could almost be left completely alone by somebody when he looked like he just wanted to be adored. So Yifan smiled at him when he could, his own happiness increasing as Yixing's grins grew wider until his dimple was almost fully eclipsed by his cheeks.
The elder kissed him then with his hands on his cheeks, eyes closed and Yixing's smile under his lips. It wasn't viable to kiss with Yixing smiling so madly but Yifan had to do it, he had to put himself right there as Yixing's mood lifted from vulnerable to a more joyful one.
He watched Yixing eat once the food was done, sometimes he fed Yixing when the younger pouted at Yifan enough. It was like a natural scene for Yifan, nothing felt forced or false and bearing witness to the darkness in Yixing's eyes disappearing with every passing minute was more than worth it. Yifan cleaned the dishes as Yixing watched him from the table, he could feel the warmth of the stare on his body and continually tried to make Yixing laugh with as many corny jokes as his brain produced.
Yifan knew their evening was going to end soon, Yixing never stayed for long after eating but Yixing made himself comfortable on the sofa pretty quickly with Rourou half on his lap. Yifan was struck by how well suited Yixing appeared to be sat there, how at home everything looked and he could feel that doubtful part of himself begin to press forward as he took his seat next to the two beings on his plush seating.
Yixing moulded his body to Yifan's side and leant up against him almost immediately, they shared the quiet like that when Yixing turned the television on to display the news. There were reports of broken down subway trains and busy stations, which neither of them took much note of before Yixing changed the channel with a press of a button. There was a film showing, a cartoon of some sort and Yixing nestled in until his head was over Yifan's heart and his arm was no longer in the poodle's fur but around Yifan's waist. It was warm and delightful, it spread all kinds of feelings through the elder and he was sure Yixing could hear how hard Yifan's heart was working because of their close proximity.
Yifan's arm was around Yixing's shoulders, which brought the other's head in line with his lips and he pressed numerous kisses into Yixing's hair. He could feel how the editor was completely relaxed against him and almost slumped down on Yifan's body like he had been drained of all his energy but in the satisfying way that meant for well-deserved rest.
The elder didn't want to broach the subject of Yixing going back to his apartment but as the film ended and Yixing made no sign of moving, Yifan was left wondering if the other had fallen asleep. As he peeked a look down at Yixing, he could see the younger staring almost blankly to nowhere and he knew he had to ask the question, "When are you going home?"
Yixing didn't respond at first, as he made no move to stand and Yifan nudged his shoulder lightly.
"Can I stay here for the night?" Yixing glanced up at Yifan. "You know, stay with you."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Yixing," Yifan's hands traced a line down the younger's cheek.
"But I want to, and it's not because of what happened tonight. I want to be here with you to know what it feels like to sleep next to you and wake up beside you."
Yifan couldn't argue with that, he had spent weeks wondering what Yixing would look like sleeping amongst his sheets, whether or not Yixing's mouth fell open as he slept or if he made any noises that Yifan could coo over. He wanted to have Yixing in his bed, in his arms, for just a night to know what it felt like, too. Yifan gazed at Yixing for a long while, calculating if heeding the younger's request would be a good idea but a large part of him saw no issue in allowing Yixing to stay the night.
The practical but enamoured half of him said that Yixing might not want to go back to the place he shared with the person he was stood up by. The pragmatic part of him said that Yixing had spent hours in the daytime there, often sat on Yifan's bed for hours under or on top of the duvet, what difference did it make if he was underneath the sheets and unconscious for a few hours?
However, that burning part of him, that craving to touch and claim Yixing fired up like an asteroid. Yifan had thought of Yixing before, he would be lying if he said he hadn't ever considered Yixing to be physically desirable as well as emotionally. He was perfectly proportioned, his hands always moved with purpose whenever the two of them kissed and he'd seen lust swirling in Yixing's eyes before. He had seen them hooded, dark and enticing.
Yifan had seen how Yixing's lips looked abused and swollen with blood to turn them a deep shade of red. He could never focus on anything but the younger's mouth when that happened, he always wondered if they would turn a rich tone of purple if he bit and tugged at the tender flesh between his teeth. He wondered if Yixing would like that. The taller knew he would have to get a grasp on himself before delving into bed with Yixing, especially if the younger was hinting at only wanting to sleep.
Yifan continued contemplating as Yixing rose up to his feet and pressed a light kiss to Yifan's lips, it knocked his thoughts away and brought him back into the room where Yixing really was. Yifan touched his jaw gently while Yixing tugged him up to his feet, he closed his eyes and took in the entire moment as best as he could with just the sense of touch on his mouth and the scent of Yixing's ever present chocolate scented aura.
The warmth under Yifan's fingers had gently started to become familiar, the way in which Yixing's mandible curved and jutted out from his neck was a delight to feel while they kissed it, it always meant that Yifan could feel Yixing's face moving with the inches he had to move to kiss the elder. It drove Yifan insane to not be able to suck marks into that strong jawline and litter them down his throat, across his sternum and down to his navel.
Yixing withdrew his lips and smiled widely up at Yifan, which only served to blind the elder more than he ever expected that he could be in the waning light around them. There was a magical sense that nothing could stop Yifan from feeling how he did when Yixing stood before him like that, only looking at him and only smiling at him. Yifan felt a grand sense of pride to be the reason behind why those lips stretched, that dimple dented and those eyes curved upwards to show authentic joy.
"Does this mean I can stay?" Yixing bit his lip and Yifan couldn't have stopped his eyes from following it even if he had tried.
"You can stay," Yifan nodded and Yixing's arms shot up around his neck, dragging him down to the shorter's level and to collide their lips like Yifan had always loved Yixing to do.
His own hands fell down to the younger's hips to hold him there to keep him from disappearing as though he was some kind of deluded mirage of Yifan's own craving for happiness. But as Yixing's tongue prodded between his lips, he allowed the younger to enter his mouth and swirl their tongues together like they were dancing serpents. Yifan felt Yixing's arms drift down his sides, meaning that they were both at each other's waists and he only faltered a touch when Yixing's fingers continued until they met the bottom of his shirt.
The editor's fingers, as cool and slightly calloused as they were, felt gentle as they curled into the hem of Yifan's shirt to creep it up and touch the bare skin there. Yifan was dumbstruck for a count of five seconds before Yixing's fingertips brushed over his navel and shot shivers up his spine.
That was when the switch in Yifan's body flicked, the frustration and annoyance that had built up during the evening came to a head and he was pushing Yixing up against the wall with a hollow thud. The younger didn't protest or whine at the action, he let out a gentle moan and his fingers went up to Yifan's ribs as if he was exploring uncharted territory. The elder began to push back with his tongue, causing Yixing's to fall back into his own mouth and curl around Yifan's to share whatever they had to pass between one another. Yifan dug his fingers even deeper into Yixing's hips, his nails caught in the younger's jeans and Yixing was curving his back so that he could press his waist against Yifan's body while he kept his shoulders firmly on the wall. That meant Yifan was wrapped around Yixing, their bodies maintaining full contact and Yifan could only just register Yixing's fingers walking up his rib cage.
Yixing pulled away to look down at Yifan's body and the tall male suddenly felt a wave self-consciousness crash over him as he tried to retract a few inches to shy away from the gaze. Yixing didn't question the movement aloud but continued on with the way his fingers felt over the indentations of Yifan's ribs. Yixing's eyes followed the way his fingers drifted over Yifan's body and Yifan's stare remained levelled on Yixing's face, avoiding all opportunities to look down at his own body.
Yifan didn't have a bad body per se, he was just insecure about it. He ranged on the side of being skinny, rather than lean or muscular. His bones were that little bit sharper at the joints and his ribs could be seen like waves under his flesh, it was nothing of the desirable forms Yifan often thought of. He knew it couldn't have been too appealing to touch or give attention to.
He could not work out why Yixing would want to touch him or why Yixing would continue to run his fingers over Yifan's front over and over again. The elder could see how Yixing concentrated on his body and could feel the gentle brushes of his hands, it made Yifan move his head to hide in Yixing's hair.
Only a few minutes passed before Yixing was tugging Yifan's shirt over his head, it left him bare and almost vulnerable but that was forgotten once Yixing's lips found his again. Their kisses returned with the fullest of forces, their mouths clashed and teeth knocked every so often as they tried to grasp their footing with one another one more time.
Yixing's hands move back away to his own button up and he began to pop them all undone one by one and Yifan took that moment to steal an appreciative glimpse of the other's body. He could see where Yixing's body bettered his own; he was covered in supple muscle and Yifan's mind commanded him to touch, he wanted to cover the other's flesh with his hands and feel every inch. He was enticed closer by the light golden colour of his skin, a tone that reflected into Yifan's eyes in an even softer glow than it probably was but it only served to make Yixing look better. He appeared flawlessly in front of Yifan and he wasn't sure if he would ever be able to hold back if Yixing were to go further.
That didn't stop the editor from edging his hands closer to Yifan's belt buckle and Yifan swiftly moved his hands to clasp around Yixing's, stopping anymore movement.
"Are you sure?" He whispered as if somebody could hear them. "Are you certain you want to do this?"
Yixing seemed to battle with himself for a few seconds, each of those moments chipped away at Yifan's sanity and Yixing didn't respond verbally, he merely moved his fingers to undo Yifan's belt, undid the metal button and pulled the zipper down tooth by tooth. Yixing hesitated for a moment again before he pulled Yifan's jeans off his hips and let them sink to the floor. Yifan watched as Yixing slowly began to smile as he dragged his fingers from the outer sides of Yifan's pelvis to the centre. His fingers flicked and fiddled with the elastic of Yifan's underwear, he delved his fingers in and Yifan could sense the arousal flowing down throughout his body. His toes and fingers balled up when the tips of Yixing's fingers came into contact with the head of his cock, the digits explored the whole body of his member and Yifan's breath jammed in his throat.
The shorter male seemed to be more coherent has he massaged up and down Yifan's shaft, discovering every touchable detail of it before he wrapped his hand around the base and tugged upwards. Yifan couldn't stifle the moans and whines that vibrated in his throat, they flowed out as freely as Yixing was touching him until Yixing took his hands away. The younger looked at Yifan for a moment, decided upon pressing a chaste kiss on the taller's lips and stepped out of his hold to saunter to the bedroom.
Yifan was aware of the fact that he was only in his underwear, his slippers and his socks. He felt bare and unprotected but stepped out of the jeans around his ankles to follow Yixing nonetheless. He rounded into his bedroom where Yixing was fumbling with his own jeans. The younger appeared to have difficulties with the buttons, so Yifan allowed his larger hands to take over and slowly tug down the jeans. The other discarded of his shirt and Yifan touched at the faint lines of abs that stayed hidden under the skin, it served to push him to feel awe and awkwardness.
Yixing was something to be marvelled at, his body was moulded into a lean creation that was a spectacle before Yifan's eyes and under his hands. The editor pressed their chests together as their lips joined again, there was nothing but desire in every breath and Yifan felt his youthful vigour wasting away as Yixing pried for him to be closer. Yixing spread across Yifan's skin like wildfire under the desert sun, everything was kindling and everything could be burned until it crumbled into hunger.
The younger pulled himself away, stepped back and spread himself out across the bed. His legs parted, his fingers ran down his body and toyed with the hem of his underwear. Yixing called out then,
"Yifan."
Yifan gulped. It was difficult to think properly as his every wish was displayed in front of him and Yifan knew he'd fallen in deep. He loved Yixing.
He moved forward with as much conviction as he could muster and soon he was upon Yixing. The younger dragged him down with a power that had Yifan overwhelmed and excited, Yixing was a vision of finesse as he teased over himself and Yifan knew that was his silent invitation to be touched.
When Yifan did crawl over Yixing, the other shuffled back up the bed until he was laid upon pillows with his back arched upwards. Yixing's fingers pried down his underwear and let his little fingers catch on Yifan's, a subtle hint the elder read instantly. To which he followed the unspoken suggestion and they were both joined, naked and panting in the anticipation.
Everything froze in time as Yixing looked up at Yifan, the taller felt the surge of voltage from it and Yixing's own fingers were creeping down between them. The actions were slow, calculating but hesitant whilst they waited for the other to call the moment off but neither of them did so as Yixing's fingers touched at Yifan's length with a grace he shouldn't have had in that moment.
Yixing's other hand went in the opposite direction to his mouth, his tongue licked over the digits a few times─which Yifan was sure was for his arousing benefit─and then they were bypassing both of their bodies. Yifan pulled back for a short moment to see how Yixing was stroking himself open. Yifan leant up above Yixing to pick around in his bedside drawer for a small foil packet and the slippery tube that he knew wasn't too far from the box of condoms.
"Yifan," Yixing whispered, Yifan let his head fall a little to meld their lips.
"Yixing," he hummed as the other's hand toyed with him more.
Yifan felt like his soul was sucked out of him when Yixing's hands settled upon his shoulders and his eyes expectantly flicked to the condom packet. It was nothing of the ravenous clawing that had happened previously, nor was it anything of the tender touches that it could have been. It was a little forward, on Yixing's behalf. It was a little bashful, on Yifan's behalf. But somehow, they were both connected with their eyes and skin.
The condom was rolled down over Yifan and he pressed into Yixing as soon as the younger welcomed him between his legs and he felt the pleasant clenching of warm around him as the other relaxed. Yixing, on the inside, was just as heavenly as his exterior and Yifan hadn't had somebody encompass him so finely in his life. Yifan held one of Yixing's hands with their fingers twined up by the younger's head on the pillow whilst he began to thrust gently against Yixing's hips.
Yixing curved his back, his eyes and his legs; each of those drew Yifan in as Yixing began to grind back against him. They didn't speak but their lips brushed against the other's cheek, their breaths blew hotly and their chests bumped every so often.
Yifan's cock slid out of Yixing to be coaxed back in by the tightening around the tip; no matter how much Yifan thought he was a lesser being physically than Yixing, the younger seemed to be tempted by Yifan, too. Yixing was aroused looking at the elder, the art buyer couldn't believe it. His hand held the palm and fingers of the other even tighter.
The editor came first, hot and white over both of their chests. Yifan followed quickly behind, his cum filled the condom and flooded around his member until it softened in the latex and he pulled out of Yixing. Their hands let go of each other when Yifan laid out on the mattress. The younger slid closer to him and nestled on his chest, both his knees touched Yifan's thigh and the elder's hand wrapped around his waist to pull him closer.
Silent, quiet and noiseless was the atmosphere as Yifan wondered if Yixing regretted what he'd done if his lack of speaking or large actions were anything to go by. It plunged Yifan into a stark sense of insecurity right up until he peered down, Yixing was asleep. His lips were spread in a small but genuine smile.
Yifan knew instantly that he was in love, there was no going back. He'd had all of Yixing and he wanted his heart, too.
Part 5