Chapter 1: Where Ye Xiu wonders what he did to deserve Han Wenqing, who just curses because Ye Xiu is such a goddamn *tease*
He brushes his nose gently along his lover's jaw, tracing the sharp path to nestle himself in short black locks that tickled his skin, and breathes in the subtle scent of gunpowder and salt. "Love, relax." He hides a fond smile as he feels Han Wenqing tense even more. "Trust me, I'll take care of you," Ye Xiu whispers. "Please, give yourself to me." Slowly, Han Wenqing relaxes, his muscles loosening as he allows himself to sink into the pillows and mattress, his arms held aloft by the headboard.
"Is it too tight?" Ye Xiu asks, worry shining in his eyes. Han Wenqing shakes his head, the soft swish of the fabric following right after. "Are you sure?" Han Wenqing nods. Ye Xiu trails his fingers up soft skin, nails dragging along and causing Han Wenqing to tremble. He draws circles just below Han Wenqing's bound wrists, mindlessly allowing the motion to heat up the skin. A few moments later, slender fingers trace the complicated knot that binds Han Wenqing to the headboard, swinging the loose cloth that remains dangling.
Ye Xiu moves back until he is once more kneeling on the bed by Han Wenqing, sitting back on his haunches. He raises a hand to Han Wenqing's cheek, rubbing his thumb along the edge of the gag. He frowns. It feels...wrong for Han Wenqing to be silenced; he was used to hearing the smooth voice wrap around him in a warm caress. He stares into dark eyes. "Do you want me to take the gag off?" Ye Xiu offers, playing with the elastic. He sees the hesitation in those brown eyes, the flickering between trust and uncertainty. "I won't hold it against you if you say no," Ye Xiu says, caressing Han Wenqing's cheek with the back of his hand.
Han Wenqing stares at Ye Xiu for a moment before nodding. Smiling softly, Ye Xiu gently removes the gag, leaning down to press his lips to Han Wenqing's. "Thank you for at least trying, love," Ye Xiu murmurs.
"Sorry, kitten," Han Wenqing began, coughing a little. He swallows, trying to remedy his parched throat before continuing. "I guess I'm not that good at allowing you to take the reins, am I?" His smile is one that is tinged with a mix of bitterness and regret.
Ye Xiu's brown eyes softens as he brings a hand up to run through soft strands of black hair, and he chuckles. "I didn't expect much, to be honest, I can never see you submitting to me. But as long as you see me as your equal, and as long as you are mine and I am yours, I am content." Han Wenqing joins in on the laughter, shaking his head in fondness.
"But are you not going to continue with your ministrations?" Han Wenqing remarks, eyes closed as he relaxes into Ye Xiu's hand. "I did promise you a night of control."
Ye Xiu straightens almost immediately, one of his hands still tangled in short black locks, while the one that has been playing with the knot bounding Han Wenqing's wrists drops promptly. "You are still—?"
"Why would I treat you as anything less than your worth? I know you will take care of me well, kitten; I trust you. I am just not ready for that level of submission." Han Wenqing sends Ye Xiu a crooked smile that causes butterflies to flutter around in Ye Xiu's stomach. Ye Xiu opens his mouth, ready to speak once more before Han Wenqing interjects, "And no, this is not a joke. I trust you, Ye Xiu. I know you will bring me no harm."
Ye Xiu is speechless. The amount of trust being given to him… "Thank you," he whispers.
He pulls Han Wenqing in for a kiss, gentle and slow. Their tongues lazily swipe each other, one of Ye Xiu's hands cradling the back of Han Wenqing's neck. Ye Xiu closes his eyes as he submerges himself into a languid kiss, feeling the sparks ignite beneath his skin and burning him up from the inside.
"Mn...Ye Xiu…don't..."
But he is not so far gone in ecstasy that he forgets his surroundings.
"Ah~ don't forget, Qing Qing, it's my show now." Their lips part for a moment.
"You fucking bastard."
Ye Xiu's eyes crinkle in mirth. He lets his breath fall upon Han Wenqing's lips, the warm air causing a shudder to travel through Han Wenqing's body. "And that's what you love about me." He then seizes his lover's lips into another kiss, one unlike the previous.
This one was all possession, all claim, all mine mine mine—
His fingers flutter down from their perches in Han Wenqing's hair and neck. They hover over the skin, barely touching and causing Han Wenqing to shudder from the illusionary caresses. He rubs Han Wenqing's nipple with one hand, playing with the nub and twisting it slightly while his other hand begins brushing a path from his collarbone to navel and back. His touch is feather-light, moving in circular, looping paths and driving Han Wenqing crazy with hypersensitivity.
All the while, his tongue sweeps over every crevice in Han Wenqing's mouth, as his body nearly crushes Han Wenqing beneath him with just enough distance so that the only contact is Ye Xiu's teasing hands.
"Fuck, Xiu...ah!" Han Wenqing closes his eyes and arches into the kiss, into the touches. This isn't enough; he needs more.
Ye Xiu breaks off the kiss, listening to Han Wenqing's heavy breathing above him contently. His lips move to Han Wenqing's ear, taking the lobe in between teeth, nibbling on the skin, stretching out the cartilage, and making Han Wenqing arch his back in pleasure. His hands are not idle either. One hand moves to the other nipple, nail digging slightly into the nub as he plays with it absentmindedly. The wandering hand begins tracing circles along Han Wenqing's inner thigh, his nails dragging along the skin, leaving traces of crimson everywhere they pass by.
"I swear, if you do not get a goddamn move on—"
A sharp twist steals the rest of Han Wenqing's words.
"Maybe I should have gagged you," Ye Xiu begins, his finger tapping on one poor, tortured nipple. "If I did, you would have had to just take it and let me do whatever I want to your body." Ye Xiu's eyes darken and stare endlessly into Han Wenqing's blown wide eyes.
"Ye—" Han Wenqing breathes out, in slight astonishment that a lazy person like Ye Xiu—who has never minded being submissive because it means less work—can be so dominant and aggressive.
Ye Xiu gets off of Han Wenqing then. He stands back and examines his handiwork. Ruffled hair, sweat clinging to hard planes and sun-kissed skin, bruised lips, tension hidden in corded muscles and trembling limbs. Beautiful, Ye Xiu thinks. What has he done to deserve Han Wenqing?
Han Wenqing barely restrains himself from squirming at Ye Xiu's intense gaze, but as second by second passes, his resolve weakens. "Xiu…" He won't beg. He refuses to beg.
Some dark part of Ye Xiu wants to hear Han Wenqing break, to be a sobbing mess in front of him. That part, Ye Xiu locks away deep within him. He won't destroy Han Wenqing like that—because he isn't ready for it, and Ye Xiu refuses to push Han Wenqing further than he can handle.
"So impatient, Qing Qing."
Ye Xiu presses open mouthed kisses to Han Wenqing's sharp jawline, his tongue peeking out and taking quick swipes along the sweaty skin, tasting salt as his hands continues to play Han Wenqing's body like a finely tuned violin. He makes his way to Han Wenqing's throat, sucking on his adam's apple before continuing to his pulse point. Ye Xiu suckles it, adding pressure while occasionally scraping his teeth over sensitive skin to bring those blood vessels closer to the surface. It'll bruise, but it'll also mark Han Wenqing as his.
Straightening up, he takes in the sight of Han Wenqing coming undone beneath his hands.
"Last chance, darling," Ye Xiu warns as he reaches for a tube of lube. He straddles Han Wenqing, flips the cap open, and waits for Han Wenqing's response.
"Do your worse, kitten," Han Wenqing smirks, but his trembling, tense body belies his hesitancy. Deciding to just get on with it, Ye Xiu replies by tipping a generous amount on his fingers. It is cold and watery, still rather weird to experience even after all the times they have used it. He rubs his fingers together, heating up the lubrication. Ye Xiu then lowers his fingers, brushing against Han Wenqing's dick for a slight moment before he changes direction and moves it even further down. He relaxes and slips his finger past the first ring of muscle. Wasting little to no time, he slips in a second one and begins to scissor them. He no longer has patience for extended foreplay. Han Wenqing has challenged him, and Ye Xiu is not backing down.
The low growl that rumbles beneath him makes Ye Xiu shiver in anticipation. His eyes rise to meet the darkened eyes of his lover, the fine sheen of sweat making his skin glow. Han Wenqing's fingers clench tightly, the knuckles stark white. Han Wenqing is a beauty against rumpled swathes of pale blue cotton sheets, his back arched so beautifully while being finger fucked.
"Kitten…" Han Wenqing pleads, never having felt so full before. Ye Xiu responds with a third finger, splaying them wide inside of the tight channel being displayed before him as Han Wenqing bends his knees and brings them close to his chest.
"Shh, just a little more, love. Need to get you loose for me." Ye Xiu caresses Han Wenqing's weeping cock, thumbing the slit briefly before his hand moves down to the base and grips it tightly. Han Wenqing gasps, cursing in between breaths as Ye Xiu begins to repeatedly thrust fingers against his prostate.
I'm seeing stars, Han Wenqing realizes; his vision comprises of flickering white patches that disappear when the feeling of being absolutely empty returns, and explode into dying superstars when he feels Ye Xiu's fingers fill him up again. His body trembles, from exertion and finely coiled tension. Ye Xiu pushes his legs a little further out, and he complies, utilizing a fine bit of flexibility and strength to maneuver his legs up and over Ye Xiu's shoulders—without Ye Xiu being of any help, that bastard. Ye Xiu thrusts his fingers back inside and grabs his prostate, twisting and playing with the gland until Han Wenqing is stuck voicing a litany of moans and pleas.
And then the fingers disappear. The world disappears from underneath him. Han Wenqing blacks out for a moment, Ye Xiu's grip on the base of his cock gone. Ye Xiu's unerring aim as a sharpshooting instructor allows him to enter at the perfect angle, piercing the abused prostate in one single thrust.
Even if it is for only a moment, Han Wenqing feels drowsy and lethargic as his eyes flicker open. He feels Ye Xiu's body drape over his as slender, nimble fingers begin playing with his restraints.
Ye Xiu just stays there, motionless, to let Han Wenqing adjust, but at this point, Han Wenqing just wants Ye Xiu to fuck him through the bed and the whole goddamn floor.
With a final tug, Ye Xiu pulls the fabric free and tosses it to the side, not caring about how the fabric brushes roughly against Han Wenqing's sore wrists. It's his plan, anyways, to mark Han Wenqing's body so no one will forget that this adonis of a man belongs to him and only him.
Han Wenqing lowers his free hands to dig nails onto Ye Xiu's shoulder blades.
"Move, Kitten. Now." Ye Xiu, not in the mood to tease any longer, complies. Han Wenqing's head snaps back as he suddenly screams, nails digging and drawing blood as Ye Xiu moves back two inches and shoves his cock back up his ass. Slow withdrawals, which allows Han Wenqing to feel the member drag against his insides, and quick powerful thrusts that leaves him a mess.
At one point, Han Wenqing does black out only for Ye Xiu to be an unrelenting asshole and continue fucking his oversensitive body like he's trying to wring out every last bit of pleasure. His eyes are half-mast, his energy too drained to open them fully. His body has fallen to lay flat against the bed, legs wrapped around Ye Xiu's waist now instead of over his shoulders. His arms has fallen to his sides and just twist the sheets beneath him.
Meanwhile, Ye Xiu brings up a hand to his lips, gleaming white with Han Wenqing's own fluids, and licks. it. clean. thoroughly. A pink tongue wraps around each digit, sucking them further into his mouth to make sure all the essence was gone. His eyes stay locked onto Han Wenqing's.
Ye Xiu never once stops fucking Han Wenqing into the mattress, riding through his own orgasm as he fills Han Wenqing up with his seed. His hand wraps around Han Wenqing's cock and jerks it roughly, the oversensitivity sending Han Wenqing into new throes of ecstasy as he sobs, a second climax ripping through him.
Ye Xiu pulls out slowly, watching as the dark pucker unwillingly releases his cock from its tight heat. Done, he reaches over for a pack of wipes on the bedside table and wipes their bodies clean—to a point, as he does not bother to clean Han Wenqing's insides. Throwing the dirty wipes into the nearby trash can, Ye Xiu cuddles the taller male and falls asleep, content.
Han Wenqing huffs because of course Ye Xiu would be like this, giving only the bare minimum aftercare. Yet, affection fills his eyes as he tiredly pulls Ye Xiu deeper into his embrace, throwing an arm over the thin waist to pull Ye Xiu flush against his body. Exhaustion slowly lulls him to sleep, that and the warmth Ye Xiu radiates as he snuggles into Han Wenqing.
Notes:
*what is life*
I don't even know what my brain is even thinking, but here ya go
Approximately four more chapters to finish this prompt (I hope)
So, uh, enjoy?
*goes to hide*
Cross-posted under MTKiseki at AO3
Beta'd by hundredblossoms at AO3
Gifted to Synoshian at AO3
