"You are a good actor, xiao Yao, I don't doubt that. I've seen you smile at the people you despise. Lie with such a pretty face." Even as he spoke, he was undoing Meng Yao's belt. Unbuttoning his trousers. Unzipping them. Soon, putting a hand under the waistband of his underwear, wrapping his hand around his cock. "But you're not that good."
He laughed, while he rubbed his thumb over the head. "I bet you like it rough, xiao Yao, don't you? You like when gege takes you. You want it to hurt. No mercy."
How was he supposed to handle this? His brain was already rattled and full of horrible, troubling thoughts and now another one had arisen! He moaned as that had wrapped around his cock and he could feel himself losing control. This was why he avoided sex, he always lost control when he was being pleasured. He gave away his feelings, he slipped into dangerous headspaces. He fought against it, closing his eyes as Xue Yang ran his finger over the head.
Was he going to be rough? Was he going to hurt him? He protested behind the tape but he didn't know why. He wanted it, God, he wanted it. He was so hard, it almost hurt to be touched.
"You've been denying yourself, eh?" It was obvious, wasn't it? So uptight, so repressed. Everything had to be in order, everything under control. Xue Yang was almost impressed. "I like it. It's like you're saving yourself for gege."
He grinned and started to undress himself with his free hand, simply undoing his jeans and pushing them down with the underwear. No time to waste. He did, however, mercifully at least have some lube ready. While he spread that on himself, he was running his other hand down Meng Yao's cock, wrapped around his base while he fingered his hole with one finger. "You want me, xiao Yao, don't you? You want me to want you too."
So very obvious now. "Just nod your pretty head, xiao Yao. Let gege know you want him."
The walls fell, they were giving way, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to take control of the situation so he could reign himself in and prevent all of this from happening but he couldn't. Not physically, not verbal, he had no way out. It was like he was trapped and there was only one route. Submission.
And once he gave into that, he felt all of his judgement and senses just drift away. His eyes were wet as he opened them, nodding his head so eagerly that he would have been embarrassed, had he not left his own body.
"There's a good boy. I'm so proud of you, xiao Yao." Oh, he really had hit just the right buttons, hadn't he? Determined to make the most of it, Xue Yang wasted no time. He prepared Meng Yao only a little, because he had that feeling that they both wanted it rough. And then he positioned him, moving his legs so they were hooked around him, holding his waist so, yes, he could thrust inside him.
Which he did, all the while looking into those needy, submissive eyes. He was not going to miss even a moment of this, committing it all to memory. "You are doing so well, xiao Yao..."
Good boy. He was a good boy. It felt so good to hear, everything else was weird and pointless things that didn't get passed the cottonwool in his brain. Someone was proud of him. About time. He wanted people to be proud. He wanted someone to see how hard he had worked. He was a very good boy and he was practically trembling from every positive word.
He couldn't look away from Xue Yang, his eyes were desperate and needy, wanting this. Wanting the sharp burn but the kind words, the praise as he took every rough thrust well. He was whimpering now, moaning at each thrust, his body shaking.
"Ah, xiao Yao, you are taking it all. You are loving this, eh?" He leaned in so he could kiss on top of the tape, pressing their foreheads together. For a few moments, he held still, embracing the man while buried as deep inside him as he could get from this angle. He was panting, out of breath. Of course he was. His voice was lust-filled and a bit strained. "You are just perfect."
That said, he pulled back again, only so he could go back to thrusting. It didn't take him much longer to reach climax, his head falling back as he moaned loudly, not one for holding back.
Meng Yao came just because Xue Yang did. The sight of watching someone enjoy him that much, seeing the effect he had, it was enough. He was a good boy, he took it so well and now he could come. Not before gege, that wouldn't be like a good boy, but as soon as he could then he did. Of course he did. He couldn't hold it back.
Now was the scary part. Would gege take care of him or would he toss him aside? He knew he would, everyone always did. He would leave and A-Yao would be embarrassed. He was so anxious, he couldn't control his breathing and he felt his chest seize up.
Immediately, Xue Yang noticed that something was wrong with Meng Yao's breathing. He had only just pulled out of him and he wasted no time. Pulling his knife out from its sheath, he immediately cut through the tape that kept his mouth shut. He was careful not to hurt him more than necessary, peeling it off gingerly, but efficiently. Then he cast it aside, so he had both hands to gather the man in his arms, while he sat on the couch.
With Meng Yao cradled on his lap, he started running his fingers through his hair. "It's all right, xiao Yao. Breathe, yeah? Just breathe. Focus on gege. Everything is good. You are so good. Well done, xiao Yao."
Everyone was going to find out. Xue Yang would tell people. He would laugh. He was spiralling, he knew he was, but the same mechanism that stopped him overthinking prevented any logical thoughts too. Instead, he was just paralysed, trying to breathe as he leaned against Xue Yang and tried not to cry.
"Please, gege, I'm a good boy. Please don't leave." He wasn't sure why he was reacting like this, he didn't understand. He wanted to hold onto Xue Yang but his hands were tied so he just buried his head against his chest. "Don't tell. Don't tell on me. Please, gege!"
"I won't tell on you. I promise." Xue Yang held him close, tightening his arms around him in the hopes that would make him feel more secure. He was not really certain how to handle this so, as always, he went with his instincts. Which, right now, were to run his fingers through the strands of Meng Yao's hair, tugging a few of them playfully. "Why would I tell on you, xiao Yao, when you've made me so happy, huh? When you've done such a good job? Gege likes you a lot, xiao Yao. He'd never let anyone hurt you."
It was probably not a shock that his first orgasm in over five years bad his brain melt down but he was still not happy about it. He stayed against Xue Yang for a while, eyes closed, just relaxing and enjoying that gege was nice and safe, that gege didn't want to screw him over. Once the panic gave way, he leaned up and gently bit against Xue Yang's neck.
"Can I suck you off some time soon, daddy?" Wait. His eyes widened and then he bit his lower lip. "Gege. I'm good at it." That was a big mistake but he didn't have the mental drive to handle it any better than a low level correction.
"Whoa." Xue Yang said what was on his mind, as he tended to, and he had not expected either of that. Not being called 'daddy', that was a first. He didn't hate it, not at all. And the offer of a blowjob? No, no, being asked politely like this? He had never experienced that. "Wow. You are eager to please, aren't you? And you are so good at pleasing gege."
Should he call himself daddy? He honestly wasn't certain, he would have to try some time. "You could do it right now. You are so hot like this, xiao Yao, you're already getting me hard again..."
Who could resist something like that? "Bite my neck again, xiao Yao, bite down hard. Mark me up and I'll be good to go, promise."
Meng Yao did, he gently bit against Xue Yang's neck again and then increased the pressure lightly. Then he sucked on the skin, eager and excited, only pulling away so he could slid down. Then he paused, realising his hands were still tied. He looked up at Xue Yang, his eyes a little vacant but still there. Still drive on one want. He only needed his mouth.
"Let me please you, gege." On his knees, he leaned forward and got Xue Yang's cock into his mouth, sucking in readily. And he was good at it. Meng Yao might not have had sex in a long time but he remembered it well and he knew that even back then, he had been good at it. Of course he was, he was good at everything he wanted to be good at.
It was very far from the first blowjob Xue Yang had ever gotten, yet it was also by far the best one. He had to hold on to the back of the couch with one hand, fingers tight around the fabric, while his other hand was in Meng Yao's hair, grasping at the strands. He was moaning, again, this time quite clearly moaning his name. Xiao Yao. His xiao Yao, even.
This was so much better than he had envisioned it - and he had most certainly had some fantasies. He came without warning, loud and with abandon, his eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck, you're good!"
Meng Yao swallowed most of his come but kept some on his tongue, opening just mouth to show Xue Yang before he swallowed it all down. He remembered that men liked that one. There was a lot of rules to being submissive, a lot of ways to do it right. He always found the best possible way to be xiao Yao.
He licked his lips and then sat back on his knees, looking at Xue Yang. "Gege, I like you make you feel good." He really, truly did. It was all he wanted right now, it completely overrode all the concerns and worries. He just loved seeing the way Xue Yang looked as he came. "You're addictive."
"You are telling me, xiao Yao. You are... Ah, I don't have the words." At least not the right words, the ones that sounded nice and proper. "You're the best fuck I've ever had."
Not very proper, but quite true. Xue Yang slid down to sit opposite the kneeling Meng Yao, so he could kiss him. While he kissed him, he finally got around to feeling for the tape, cutting through everything that was still holding his limbs together. That turned it into quite the make out session, but in the end he held Meng Yao in his arms, lying on his back with Meng Yao on top of him. "Do you want another go, xiao Yao? Gege could get you off again."
He was certainly willing, so he tried it out. "Daddy wants xiao Yao to feel good."
Meng Yao's eyes widened and he nodded, slowly, eagerly. He wanted to please, whatever gege wanted, but he was a little excited to be taken care of. To have someone want to touch him and pleasure him. It was usually him doing most of the world, any time he had a hook-up, so this was so different. He started to touch Xue Yang's chest, feeling how hard it actually was. So strong. So protective. And his.
Xue Yang had to care for him. Had to keep him safe. So he couldn't just leave him.
"A-Yao wants that, daddy. Please." He was polite. Even when in subspace, he was polite.
"We'll do it then." He looked up at Meng Yao, reaching out with one hand. Suddenly it didn't quite seem right that there was still some blood splatter on him. That he looked dishevelled like this. Not quite what he wanted. "Let's clean up first, eh?"
He helped Meng Yao to his feet slowly and then, quite suddenly, he lifted him up again. he knew where the bathroom was, so he walked there, carrying him. "We'll have a shower, xiao Yao. And then daddy will lie you down on the bed and make you feel like you are floating."
No empty promises, if how this had gone so far was any indication. He set him down in the bathroom, gesturing. "Strip down, yeah?"
Meng Yao didn't waste any time, he pulled off his bloody, sweaty shirt and dropping it onto the floor. Without care. Very unlike Meng Yao, who would fold up even his tie. Right now, none of that sort of thing mattered or even occurred to him. He dropped his trousers and boxers, kicking them off. Leaning against the wall, he removed his socks, looking at Xue Yang with a deep sort of wanting.
He was so beautiful. He hadn't noticed it before but now, it was all he could see. Big, strong, handsome gege. No, not gege, he was daddy. Daddy and xiao Yao. He shuddered visibly, his dick hardening.
"Yeah? You are ready, but you want to see daddy first, don't you? You want to have a proper look." Xue Yang said it teasingly, but in a gentle way. He was amused by the way Meng Yao was staring at him now, but it was not as if he minded. It wasn't as if it didn't turn him on. "I'm handsome, huh?"
He was also not at all above asking for compliments. With that air of confidence, he took off his jacket and tossed it aside. It landed heavily, on account of the weapons he carried in it. Then he got rid of his gun next, carefully placing it on top of the jacket. All the faster, he undressed the rest of the way, discarding his clothes quickly. Then, playfully, he actually posed a little, flexing his arms. "What do you think, xiao Yao? Am I good-looking enough for you?"
"You're handsome. Beautiful. Like David." The statue, of course, but he wasn't sure if someone like that would know the reference. He cocked his head to the side and looked at his naked torso, his strong arms and thighs. God, his cock, even that looked beautiful. He knew he wasn't anywhere close to Xue Yang's physique but he hoped that was part of the appeal for Xue Yang.
"Can I touch, daddy?" Meng Yao came closer but he didn't act without permission - he was being a good boy, after all. His eyes flicked over to where the gun was sitting, his heart racing a little. His daddy was a real bad boy.
"Who the hell's David?" Sounded Western, the name came across as odd from Xue Yang's lips. Should he be jealous? He looked down himself and then decided that, no, he didn't need to be. Especially not when he looked down Meng Yao and saw just how eager he really was. "You're beautiful, xiao Yao. I want to lick you all over."
He rather intended to show that. "I want to mark you all over too. Yeah, you can touch me. But let's get in the shower first."
With that, he moved past Meng Yao, just to turn on the shower. He stepped in right away, but held a hand up. "I'll tell you when it's warm enough. Xiao Yao shouldn't be cold."
"David is a statue. It's a very beautiful man." Meng Yao clarified, he would have explained more in detail that he was from the Italian Renaissance artist Michelangelo but he didn't really have that sort of headspace right now. His focus was on Xue Yang's form as he moved, confidently, with such impressive swagger.
Once he had the all clear from Xue Yang that it wasn't too cold, he stepped under the hot spray and finally felt all the grim and gore from the thugs wash off him.
He moved closer to Xue Yang and touched his chest, finally, not even thinking as he did it. "Solid."
"Yeah? You like that, huh? You are slender. I like that." He had his arm around that slender waist already, holding him close. Following the curve of his waist with his fingers. "I want you clean, just so I can make sure you only smell of me."
It was a simple want, really. Possessive in a completely unashamed way. "Xiao Yao, you want to only belong to me, yeah?" He smiled. "You like how I look. Even if you always complain about it."
Mostly about his clothes. And his hair. He had, to be fair, not yet complained about his muscles.
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He laughed, while he rubbed his thumb over the head. "I bet you like it rough, xiao Yao, don't you? You like when gege takes you. You want it to hurt. No mercy."
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Was he going to be rough? Was he going to hurt him? He protested behind the tape but he didn't know why. He wanted it, God, he wanted it. He was so hard, it almost hurt to be touched.
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He grinned and started to undress himself with his free hand, simply undoing his jeans and pushing them down with the underwear. No time to waste. He did, however, mercifully at least have some lube ready. While he spread that on himself, he was running his other hand down Meng Yao's cock, wrapped around his base while he fingered his hole with one finger. "You want me, xiao Yao, don't you? You want me to want you too."
So very obvious now. "Just nod your pretty head, xiao Yao. Let gege know you want him."
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And once he gave into that, he felt all of his judgement and senses just drift away. His eyes were wet as he opened them, nodding his head so eagerly that he would have been embarrassed, had he not left his own body.
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Which he did, all the while looking into those needy, submissive eyes. He was not going to miss even a moment of this, committing it all to memory. "You are doing so well, xiao Yao..."
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He couldn't look away from Xue Yang, his eyes were desperate and needy, wanting this. Wanting the sharp burn but the kind words, the praise as he took every rough thrust well. He was whimpering now, moaning at each thrust, his body shaking.
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That said, he pulled back again, only so he could go back to thrusting. It didn't take him much longer to reach climax, his head falling back as he moaned loudly, not one for holding back.
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Now was the scary part. Would gege take care of him or would he toss him aside? He knew he would, everyone always did. He would leave and A-Yao would be embarrassed. He was so anxious, he couldn't control his breathing and he felt his chest seize up.
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With Meng Yao cradled on his lap, he started running his fingers through his hair. "It's all right, xiao Yao. Breathe, yeah? Just breathe. Focus on gege. Everything is good. You are so good. Well done, xiao Yao."
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"Please, gege, I'm a good boy. Please don't leave." He wasn't sure why he was reacting like this, he didn't understand. He wanted to hold onto Xue Yang but his hands were tied so he just buried his head against his chest. "Don't tell. Don't tell on me. Please, gege!"
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It was literally his job, after all.
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"Can I suck you off some time soon, daddy?" Wait. His eyes widened and then he bit his lower lip. "Gege. I'm good at it." That was a big mistake but he didn't have the mental drive to handle it any better than a low level correction.
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Should he call himself daddy? He honestly wasn't certain, he would have to try some time. "You could do it right now. You are so hot like this, xiao Yao, you're already getting me hard again..."
Who could resist something like that? "Bite my neck again, xiao Yao, bite down hard. Mark me up and I'll be good to go, promise."
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"Let me please you, gege." On his knees, he leaned forward and got Xue Yang's cock into his mouth, sucking in readily. And he was good at it. Meng Yao might not have had sex in a long time but he remembered it well and he knew that even back then, he had been good at it. Of course he was, he was good at everything he wanted to be good at.
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This was so much better than he had envisioned it - and he had most certainly had some fantasies. He came without warning, loud and with abandon, his eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck, you're good!"
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He licked his lips and then sat back on his knees, looking at Xue Yang. "Gege, I like you make you feel good." He really, truly did. It was all he wanted right now, it completely overrode all the concerns and worries. He just loved seeing the way Xue Yang looked as he came. "You're addictive."
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Not very proper, but quite true. Xue Yang slid down to sit opposite the kneeling Meng Yao, so he could kiss him. While he kissed him, he finally got around to feeling for the tape, cutting through everything that was still holding his limbs together. That turned it into quite the make out session, but in the end he held Meng Yao in his arms, lying on his back with Meng Yao on top of him. "Do you want another go, xiao Yao? Gege could get you off again."
He was certainly willing, so he tried it out. "Daddy wants xiao Yao to feel good."
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Xue Yang had to care for him. Had to keep him safe. So he couldn't just leave him.
"A-Yao wants that, daddy. Please." He was polite. Even when in subspace, he was polite.
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He helped Meng Yao to his feet slowly and then, quite suddenly, he lifted him up again. he knew where the bathroom was, so he walked there, carrying him. "We'll have a shower, xiao Yao. And then daddy will lie you down on the bed and make you feel like you are floating."
No empty promises, if how this had gone so far was any indication. He set him down in the bathroom, gesturing. "Strip down, yeah?"
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He was so beautiful. He hadn't noticed it before but now, it was all he could see. Big, strong, handsome gege. No, not gege, he was daddy. Daddy and xiao Yao. He shuddered visibly, his dick hardening.
"Ready."
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He was also not at all above asking for compliments. With that air of confidence, he took off his jacket and tossed it aside. It landed heavily, on account of the weapons he carried in it. Then he got rid of his gun next, carefully placing it on top of the jacket. All the faster, he undressed the rest of the way, discarding his clothes quickly. Then, playfully, he actually posed a little, flexing his arms. "What do you think, xiao Yao? Am I good-looking enough for you?"
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"Can I touch, daddy?" Meng Yao came closer but he didn't act without permission - he was being a good boy, after all. His eyes flicked over to where the gun was sitting, his heart racing a little. His daddy was a real bad boy.
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He rather intended to show that. "I want to mark you all over too. Yeah, you can touch me. But let's get in the shower first."
With that, he moved past Meng Yao, just to turn on the shower. He stepped in right away, but held a hand up. "I'll tell you when it's warm enough. Xiao Yao shouldn't be cold."
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Once he had the all clear from Xue Yang that it wasn't too cold, he stepped under the hot spray and finally felt all the grim and gore from the thugs wash off him.
He moved closer to Xue Yang and touched his chest, finally, not even thinking as he did it. "Solid."
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It was a simple want, really. Possessive in a completely unashamed way. "Xiao Yao, you want to only belong to me, yeah?" He smiled. "You like how I look. Even if you always complain about it."
Mostly about his clothes. And his hair. He had, to be fair, not yet complained about his muscles.
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