toxicbaes | And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

"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.

"Ready."

"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.

"You always look good, daddy." Right now, the idea of complaining about ripped jeans and t-shirts seemed insane. His mind was elsewhere and he was just looking to have sex and feel up this handsome young man. Was that so bad? He didn't need a reason for it. He just wanted to do it. "I want to touch you. Want to feel you. I want to belong to you. Please, daddy, make me yours."

He grabbed his bar of soup, rubbing it on his hands and swiftly trying to wash himself. The sooner he was clean, the sooner he could touch Xue Yang all over.

And the sooner he'd have those thugs off his skin.

Surprisingly gentle, Xue Yang turned Meng Yao around, made him tilt his head back by cupping his chin and moving it up, and then washed his hair for him. Made sure to get any grime and blood - and the frankly maybe a bit too large quantities of gel - out of it. Then he stood there, arms wrapped around him from behind, one hand on his chest right above his heard, and he pressed his lips against his neck.

He marked him. Bit down, sucked hard, nibbled and kept at it until it was a dark purple. He was making him his.

Tomorrow, he would not be happy. Today, he just moaned. It felt so good to be marked, to have Xue Yang's teeth against him. He was so thrilled at the idea of being marked, he was rock hard now. He was turned his head, trying to kiss Xue Yang on the cheek, just to show he was happy. That he wanted this.

"I want to go to bed, daddy. Can we go? Make me yours, mark me everywhere." Meng Yao moaned, wanting to touch his own dick. He made a move but stopped himself. He was a good boy, after all.

"That's right, xiao Yao. Don't touch yourself, daddy is in charge of that." Which he showcased right now, by getting them out of the shower and dried off with one of those nice towels that Meng Yao had lying around. He turned Meng Yao around to face him and then he looked into his eyes. Just for a moment, before kissing him again. He tasted glorious, of them both, and it was intoxicating.

Somehow, he ended up carrying him over to the bed. And once there, he started marking his chest, his stomach, his hip, his thigh. He sucked on his dick, but only a little at a time, wanting to keep him on the edge. "Tell me how much you want me, xiao Yao. Only I can do this for you."

It was exciting, to look down and see so many marks on his body. From reddish to stark purple, it was so exciting. He cried out as Xue Yang sucked his dick and almost sobbed when he pulled away. He had been so close! He whined in need and threw his head back. "I'm yours. Only yourself. I won't touch anyone else, I promise. I promise, daddy, I do. Please, touch me."

Why would he need anyone else if he had this? Right now, it didn't make any sense in his head. Only Xue Yang mattered. Only Xue Yang was desired.

"Then say my name when you come. I'm Xue Yang. Scream my name, xiao Yao, I want to hear it." He wanted everyone to hear it. And so he grabbed his hips, tight enough for that to leave marks, and he took him into his mouth. This time, he did not pull back until he heard and felt him come, even swallowing. He licked him after, he marked him once more right on top of his thigh, then just above the base of his cock. He wanted to make sure he would be remembering this for days, every time he saw himself.

Sated and satisfied, Xue Yang pulled himself up until he came to rest beside Meng Yao, smiling at him. "Eh, xiao Yao. You like me, yeah? Only me."

"Xue Yang!" He screamed it out as he came, almost knocked senseless as the orgasm ripped through him. It was then that his brain officially broke. Overfucked, overstimulated and completely done. He lay still, eyes closed, his whole body going limp beside Xue Yang. At the question, he made a grunting sound of agreement and weakly nodded his head.

He was dead. Completely dead. Death by orgasm. He hadn't seen that one coming. "'ired."

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

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