#zhanglay

The sun filters in at an odd hour and you’re not really sure what time it is. It doesn’t really matter though - the sheets are warm with the scent of him and your body just the right kind of sore. He’s still asleep, arm curled around your waist loosely. You squint in the dim light, eyes trying to focus on the contours of his body rising and falling as he slumbered.

You weren’t sure as to what to make of your roommates wiggling their eyebrows at you when you got dressed for the ceremony. There was really nothing much to look forward to after the ceremony except maybe the dreaded summer job you had signed up for. You were too broke for a luxurious graduation trip  (thank you school fee). There was no real reason for why they could possibly be shooting you such suggestive looks, you wondered what it could possibly be. Maybe it was the dress, you liked the design and cut; maybe it was the fact that you were finally graduating after spending four years in your college.

Maybe it was the fact that Yixing was going to surprise you at your graduation ceremony with a giant bouquet of flowers and an even larger smile, dimples and all, on his face (“bitch you’re going to get laid!” your roommates cheered). After weeks of apologising, saying that he was travelling and that he wouldn’t be able to make it, his face lit up your graduation ceremony almost as much as receiving your degree did.

Even more so when he took you out on a whirlwind of a date, dizzying you with romance and all things fine because he was so proud of you and believed you deserved the world. It sucked that he was busy all the time, he knew that; he tried his best to make it up to you every chance he got. He knew you liked things to be simple and nice, but you were his queen and queens deserved to be treated like royalty.

Physical proximity always meant intimacy with Yixing, he never let you forget how special you were to him. It was always long lingering kisses, soft squeezes of flesh, just the joy of being around each other without really needing to say very much. He always let you know he loved you to the core of your being with little actions, the grand gestures were just an accompaniment.  The night of your graduation started with a soft kiss to your lips and a sweet smile before a trail of fire burned over every part of your body as he worshipped your form. An apology and congratulations combined to create a fire that had your toes curling as you held him close.

Yixing is a beautiful man, you think as you slide your hand up his bare chest to caress his face, you can feel him smile under your touch. The arm curled around your waist pulls you closer and you can feel his lips pressing against your forehead. Languid kisses are pressed against your fingertips and you can feel how soft his lips are against the textured skin of your fingers. Your legs tangle together as you breathe each other in, morning breath quite forgotten in the presence of each other. He kisses you softly, firmly palms sliding over the curves of your body as he pulls you impossibly close, reminding you of the very physicality of his being. He gently turns you over onto your back and hovers over you, silently smiling before whispering a soft “good morning, love,” trailing kisses down your neck before leaning back up to drag his lips over yours “happy graduation.” he breathes against your lips, dipping to tug your lower lip between his teeth. You smile.