Title : The Meddie affair
Ship : Michael Teo/Edison Cheng
Rating : Nc-17
tags : Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cheating, Dom/subs, pit, Facials, alcohol drinking, Daddy Kink, Verbal Humiliation, mention of impact play, mention of watersports, brat taming, Deepthroating, Blow Jobs, BDSM, Unsafe Sex
Summary : Michael comes back from a meeting to find a pissed off Eddie waiting for him in his hotel room. Michael knows exactly how to deal with this.
Welcome to my meddie affair collection : What happens when you put a bunch of people together to read Crazy Rich Asians ? With the right madness certain ships get ironically shipped. Ironically... unless ? I'll put here the one shots fics I'm writing in between reading the CRA series together with my bookclub. Tags will be different every time so check them out before starting to read I hope you all enjoy !
Michael is exhausted. There is enough work for three men waiting at his desk tomorrow and the negotiations with the newest Korean tech experts have proven to be more difficult than anticipated. So when he opens the door to his hotel room he's not expecting the presence of Eddie Cheng, the darling son of the Cheng family, to be greeting him, with a scowl nonetheless, and a glass of Soju in hand. Michael is undoing his cufflinks as Eddie stands up from his seat. Michael has time to take off his jacket before Eddie thrusts his phone in his hand.
"What the hell is this ?" Eddie snaps. He doesn't smell of alcohol as much as Michael is expecting. Which means that the man is sober. He glances at the phone to read the text :
'MISS U NSIDE ME'
"Did you fly all the way here to ask me that ?" He wants to sleep and has no time for this. He doesn't answer Eddie. This is obnoxious. The brat has no right to show up on his doorstep like that, unprompted. He has work to do.
"Who is this person ?" Eddie insists. Michael brushes him off by walking past him, knowing it would push every single button the man has. Eddie has a single suitcase with him. Which means he isn't planning on staying, or his decision to come over was made extremely impulsively. How the text had gotten to Eddie is something Michael will investigate later.
"That is none of your business." He pours himself his own glass of Soju and sips. Eddie's shirt is open at the collarbone. He is still wearing the watch Michael has given him as a gift back when they started this... thing. Whatever they have. The man is being stubborn… and walking on thin ice right now.
"None of my business ? How dare y-" Michael puts the glass of Soju on the table in a 'clink' that makes Eddie lose every word he wants to say. It's the glance Michael gives him that makes him close his mouth. A blush creeps over his cheeks.
"On your knees," Michael orders. "I said : on your knees." He repeats as Eddie doesn't comply immediately. The man sinks to his knees. "Open your mouth." Michael approves of the way in which Eddie looks up, his eyes pleading and mouth eager. He feeds Eddie his cock.
"I don't care whether you're jealous or not, I will not tolerate you talking to me this way. Is that understood ?" Eddie moans. "I entertain your pitiful need for domination because frankly, I am bored, and your warm hole can easily remedy that. So let this be clear yet again : you have no say in whom I sleep with, not a word, not even a blink. I give you the cock you crave, the humiliation of having a powerful man bring you to your knees into a begging state and I get a wet slut that is eager to service me." The man goes limp as Michael fists Eddie's hair. To support his statement he spits in Eddie's face. The following whimper makes Michael's cock twitch.
"You will take my cane. You will take my cum. And you will take my piss. And you will be thankful for it, savour every drop, relish every blow. I do with you whatever I want because you desperately need men who are richer, classier and more powerful than you to put you back in your place. And that's below any of us. You get what you need from me and I get to see you crawl and beg for everything I'm willing to give you. Again: Are we clear, Edison Cheng ?" Eddie nods. Michael can see how hard the man already is. How come it always ends up this way…
"Suck me, you can use your hands." He picks up his glass of Soju and takes a sip. He rests against the table as Eddie cradles his balls. For being the first cock he's ever had, Eddie is a quick and skilled learner, he swallows on command and knows how to drink his fill. Partying with mainland Chinese billionaires has paid off. He knows when to bend both of his knees. And if he didn't, Michael would have taught him. His days in AFEC weren't that far behind and back then there were plenty of soldiers looking for the same kind of release Eddie is looking for.
He grunts as Eddie takes him fully down to the hilt. Michael puts a hand behind his neck, preventing him from moving. There are tears at the corners of his eyes and his knees are spread apart on the floor to keep his balance. Michael revels in the effort and the strain that show on Eddie's face. His cock looks good between Eddie's lips. Michael releases Eddie's head so he can come back up for air.
"Tired so fast already ?" Michael takes another sip from his drink. Eddie's hand keeps on stroking him.
"No, Sir." There is a gravel to his voice. "I can take more." Michael studies his face. He would drag Eddie into the shower later. Right now, Michael wants to hear him beg. It doesn't take long before Eddie does. "Please Sir, I want your cum. I want you to use my mouth. I want you to do whatever you want with me." Eddie's face is pleading, his hand on Michael's cock not out of sync once. His focus on his task is impeccable.
"Please, Sir," Eddie breathes, "please Daddy." Michael grabs his hair, more forcefully but also more impatiently. In Michael's mind he's been played. The nickname is a weakness. But he's not sure if he even regrets having told Eddie about it. He lets the lips sink down his cock. This time he doesn't let go of the hair at all. He fucks Eddie's mouth. The lips stretch and Eddie's throat gags. Michael lets him get up only or twice before pushing him back onto his cock. He feels his orgasm build up. He huffs, breathing through his nose as his hips seek the back of Eddie's throat. In utter self control he tugs Eddie's hair completely back and off his cock.
When Michael comes it's on Eddie's face. The man trembles in pleasure and strain as Michael forces him into a stress position. The cum is wet and sticky and some gets in his hair. Michael pushes his glans back into Eddie's mouth so he can lick the rest up. It's filthy and Michael can't keep a smirk down. Edison Cheng is a cockslut and looks good while doing it. When he lets go of Eddie, Eddie moans in pain. It takes a lot of effort to get back on his knees the way he was but he does, like a well trained soldier.
"You can get off. But you don't get to move from where you are." Eddie isn't overeager. He buttons open his slacks. He takes out his cock. It's angry red, swollen with desire. Eddie spits in his hand and starts jerking himself off. Michael reaches to drink the last of his Soju.
Eddie's counter stroke is sensual, not too rapid, enough to give Micheal an eyeful of it. Eddie is panting. Michael wonders if he fingers himself thinking of Michael. If he has sex with his wife remembering he licked his own semen off Michael's shoes. "Daddy." Michael's reverie is broken as Eddie begs, his hand stroking faster. "Daddy, fuck, I'm…" His whole body is shaken by orgasm and bliss. Michael decides he wants Eddie to lay down on the dinner table at home. Naked, doing the exact same thing, but this time with Michael eating him out as he wears some of Astrid's not so well-hidden jewelry.
He smiles. He would make sure he could proceed without being interrupted. He closes his trousers and walks past Eddie to the bathroom, the tiredness of the day having almost completely faded. Eddie could stay for the night.
"Get in the shower, I'm going to finger you." Eddie's breath hitches. 'Yes, Sir' is on his lips as he follows Michael for a shower.
The end ?