陈情令 | The Untamed RPF fic: keep coming back to the start (Wang Yibo/Xiao Zhan), Explicit
I accidentally fell into the CQL RPF hole and I appear to be stuck. Oops.
He shakes his head. Ah, Wang Yibo. So much bolder behind a phone screen and so utterly different in person. All Xiao Zhan ever had to do when Yibo took it too far was offer the slightest bit of offense and Yibo would crumble like a stale almond cookie. The capitulations would last for hours, days even, sometimes. Yibo's endless apologies, spoken and unspoken-his mouth on Xiao Zhan's throat-fingers silently begging forgiveness as they dragged inside him. Xiao Zhan can feel the pull of it now, pinpricks of desire in the fine hairs rising on the back of his neck.
"He's only like that with you, you know," Yan Xujia had told him once, "he's blunt as fuck with everyone else. Like, rude even, sometimes. Why is that, Zhanzhan? "
Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo in a hotel room in Shanghai, picking at the edges of established boundaries.
AO3
He shakes his head. Ah, Wang Yibo. So much bolder behind a phone screen and so utterly different in person. All Xiao Zhan ever had to do when Yibo took it too far was offer the slightest bit of offense and Yibo would crumble like a stale almond cookie. The capitulations would last for hours, days even, sometimes. Yibo's endless apologies, spoken and unspoken-his mouth on Xiao Zhan's throat-fingers silently begging forgiveness as they dragged inside him. Xiao Zhan can feel the pull of it now, pinpricks of desire in the fine hairs rising on the back of his neck.
"He's only like that with you, you know," Yan Xujia had told him once, "he's blunt as fuck with everyone else. Like, rude even, sometimes. Why is that, Zhanzhan? "
Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo in a hotel room in Shanghai, picking at the edges of established boundaries.
AO3