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I. Rosa canina
dog rose
pleasure and pain
How Xia Fei ended up here, pinned against his boss’ front door by said boss, was far less immediately important than the fact that he is here now.
Vein grasped his wrists in a restrained display and held them steadily against the door above his head. Soon after, Vein’s other hand trailed up from Xia Fei’s waist to his jaw, tracing faintly along the sharp lines of his face. It was the same look he wore appraising expensive art pieces or set designs on the numerous monitors in his office. It also wasn’t the first time has Vein looked at him like this, but easily the least distance from which he had.
“Dear Felix, how much further do you plan to test my patience today?” Vein’s red eyes were rather dark. Pomegranate, maybe (or fresh blood). Was it just the dim lighting? It made the situation rather ambiguous. Perhaps they were already far past that point.
“You work so hard to fight all those rumours, yet here you are doing exactly what they say. This is your last chance to back out. Once you’re mine, you’ll never escape. No matter how far you try to run.”
Xia Fei involuntarily shivered at the intensity of the words. He wanted all of it.
Rational decision-making skills were on the back-burner; already had been for most of the evening. Because was the idea really all that bad? Vein-dage, his dearest laoban, always took such good care of him. An eccentric man in many ways, yes, but so thoughtful and kind and reliable. Intimidating to some, but not Xia Fei. Vein teased, he scolded, but never hurt him. Maybe a few flicks to the forehead for making a mess, but nothing truly malicious.
A familiar low voice could be felt through the skin of the junction between his neck and shoulder. “You were warned. Don’t cry later when you realize just what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Vein released his wrists momentarily to slip off his coat, tossing it on the low bench by the doorway. He then returned his grip to Xia Fei’s hand in order to lead him to another room. The lights blinked on, set low. Evening mode. Rich people.
The other man gracefully seated himself on the side of the large bed, sinking slightly into its red and black silk sheets. Damn rich people, indeed. But Vein soon yanked him directly out of that thought, right onto his lap.
A moment of pause led Xia Fei to take some action himself, having initiated it all to begin with. He shifted to properly straddle the firm thighs under him; knees spread on either side of Vein’s hips.
Letting him do as he wished, one side of Vein’s lips quirked up, rather amused at his clumsy efforts. He was doing well, it seemed. It gave him a bit more confidence, and Xia Fei raised his hands from Vein’s shoulders to loop around his neck. The closer, the better.
There was a little fire inside of him that grew from the sparks given off by Vein’s undivided attention.
Visibly pleased, Vein reached a hand up to Xia Fei’s face again, running long fingers up and along his jaw. He continued to watch as Xia Fei tried to mask some of the desperation in his eyes. Vein would give him everything.
He had no intention of sharing his beloved Felix with anybody, after all. It was something he would say several times later that night, too. His other hand trailed up the side of one of Xia Fei’s thighs, stopping on his hip with a possessive grip. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise, but wouldn’t let him slip away either.
For all the seductive glances and alluring poses Xia Fei had to learn to perform on set, he has only ever felt so utterly exposed under Vein’s heated gaze. He quickly learned how to act for a camera after nearly two decades of acting towards other people, but his boss always seemed to see right through all the fake personas. It made him nervous, in a way he wasn’t used to.
Surely Vein had experience.
What if he messed up?
His boss was handsome, wealthy, the head of a business association, and owned a high-profile modelling agency as a side job. He probably had no shortage of potential suitors, though how long they stuck around after experiencing his whimsies was less certain.
Who was Xia Fei, then?
A broke university student who only entered the industry for desperately needed cash, only to face a slew of other difficulties as a result. That now included having a very unprofessional relationship with his boss, who, despite his success at life in general, was only a few years older than himself.
Vein wouldn’t just throw him away if he performed poorly tonight. He knew that much by now, despite what his pessimistic mind whispered. But he might not offer this closeness again. It would fade into memory as a momentary lapse in judgment. Maybe Vein would get bored of him after and find another fool to amuse himself with.
Until then, though, Xia Fei wouldn’t hold back. Even if it was just for a night. He would take everything he could get. He wanted it all, before Vein could even consider giving it to some other nameless person.
Once again, he was roused from the internal monologue by Vein somehow pulling him even closer by the waist, chests pressing together. The present attraction was mutual, and that’s really all that mattered right now, as did the unfortunately remaining layers of fabric between them.
Xia Fei took a moment to compose himself while Vein continued to leisurely admire his features. It gave way to another burst of courage from within. Xia Fei hastily leaned forward to cross those last few centimetres, and pressed his lips against Vein’s, whose eyes widened slightly in the brief moment before Xia Fei shut his own.
The dam broke. Vein’s hand on his face slid to the back of his head, holding him in place. There was no escape. As if Xia Fei were looking for one.
Vein’s sharp canines traced along his bottom lip, not quite biting, but tugging just a little. It was enough for Xia Fei to tighten his grasp on one side of Vein’s collar, neatly pressed as always.
He was inconveniently distracted by Vein’s tongue mapping out his mouth while pulling at the fancy little buttons that just wouldn’t fucking open.
God, he was desperate.
Xia Fei bit down a little harder than intended on his partner’s bottom lip, and was rewarded with an even tighter grip on his waist. Fingertips dug a little further into the covered skin, and with a small gasp, Xia Fei finally remembered that he needed to breathe.
Vein let him retreat without a word, and continued to let him pull at those damned buttons. It was certainly easier to remove them when he could focus. Xia Fei’s current goal was to get that shirt made of silk or satin or whatever it was off of the man under him. And he succeeded! With minimal grace, he pushed the fabric off broad shoulders.
Xia Fei tried not to stare. He really, truly did. But while Xia Fei had his own decently defined abs from working out for that one ad campaign, his boss was simply on another level. Those, and clusters of faint scars – lines, little stars, and all sorts of other shapes. They must have hurt.
Vein was waiting. For questions that didn’t leave Xia Fei’s lips. They could be asked later, if the time was right. Now, he had far more pressing matters to attend to. And in his mind, at least, Xia Fei could admit that the little patchwork patterns across his lovely, statuesque da-ge’s pale skin were pretty hot.1
Suddenly inspired (and painfully turned on), Xia Fei lightly pushed his hands against the other man’s chest, slinking off his lap. His knees hit the floor with a light thud. Vein calmly spread his own to make room between his thighs, placing his hands down on the bed just behind him. He leaned back casually with the corners of his lips quirked up in what seemed like amusement.
“You already know what you want? And here I was thinking you’d be a helpless little lamb at my mercy…” Vein’s delighted response gave him incentive to continue.
Slowly raising his hand between the seated man’s legs, he lightly stroked a few fingers over the stretching fabric. A quiet exhale was the only reaction, and Xia Fei had to tilt his head up to look at Vein’s face, to see if he could go further, and oh.
Vein’s gaze was the darkest he had ever seen, pupils heavily dilated under half-lowered lids. It looked like he wanted to devour him. Xia Fei would welcome it, in all honesty. He was long past the point of denial.
Despite some fumbling with the zipper, Xia Fei managed to pull Vein’s trousers down far enough to expose his unbranded, but undoubtedly high-end underwear. They probably cost as much as Xia Fei’s monthly rent. Careful movements. Vein wouldn’t ask him to pay to replace them, but Xia Fei would feel incredibly guilty. He had more important things to worry about right now.
Vein let him do as he wished, staring the entire time. With his strength, he could stop Xia Fei whenever he wanted. But he didn’t. He simply watched.
Once rid of the underwear, Vein’s half-hard cock was fully visible. As formidable as the man himself, really. Xia Fei’s right hand moved before his eyes could, and it ended up on Vein’s inner thigh. Xia Fei shifted his weight forward onto his knees and leaned even closer.
In contrast, Vein did nothing but take in the lovely view from above. It was not an angle often used in shoots, after all. He was inclined to never allow anyone else to see such a scene from now on.
Tracing his hand up and even closer to the place between the muscular thighs in front of him, Xia Fei let his fingertips brush the coarse red hair around the base. Turns out that colour was natural. How unique.
The pad of his thumb soon rested on the bottom of the shaft, just above his balls. Xia Fei didn’t dare to grasp it fully at first, lightly running his thumb up to the rounded head as his other fingers lightly grazed the other side.
Xia Fei inched even closer, propping himself up on his heels and placing his free hand on Vein’s other thigh, only centimetres away.
He swallowed his nervousness down in an instant, parting his lips and letting his tongue meet the warm, sensitive skin in his grasp. It didn’t taste like anything in particular, not yet at least. His lips soon joined the tip of his tongue circling the head, as his hand continued to wrap around the hardening shaft.
After a few kitten licks, Xia Fei moved on to the more challenging part. Gathering some saliva inside his mouth, he let it drip down his tongue onto the head and down the side. Then, used his fingers to spread it a bit.
Flattening his tongue should help; opening his jaw wide, and being careful with his teeth. This hypothesis was proven correct as Xia Fei slowly took more and more of Vein’s cock into his mouth.
(He researched this. Kind of. He didn’t rush it, as much as he wanted to, so that he wouldn’t choke as soon as he started.)
After a minute or so, not that he was counting, Xia Fei reached two-thirds of the way down. He wanted it all, but wasn’t confident that he could handle it. He was an ambitious guy, but it was his first time giving a blowjob. He also didn’t know his limits, and wasn’t quite ready to test the baseline yet. He only wanted to make Vein feel good, and not regret letting him do this. It wasn’t too hard to breathe through his nose, and his hand now firmly wrapped around the remainder that couldn’t fit inside.
Xia Fei’s eyes, closed for a while to focus, blinked open. He flicked his gaze up to his partner's face, though the angle made it a bit challenging.
“And you’ve never done this before?” Vein asked with a sly grin. “My Felix is such a talented boy.”
Xia Fei couldn’t help the small whine he let out around the stiff, burning cock in his mouth, weighing heavily on his tongue. He loved Vein’s hard-earned praise in any context, and even more during sex, apparently. Not all that shocking. Vein probably clocked that before this had even started.
He emphasized his conviction in Xia Fei’s honesty with an affectionate stroke of the latter’s cheek, hollowed out to accommodate what was in his mouth. “You would never lie to me, after all.”
Xia Fei swallowed, trying not to choke as he did so. His eyelids fluttered shut, but the image of Vein’s doting expression above him remained in his mind.
The hand on his cheek slid up to his hair, grasping gently at the blond strands, but nothing more. He wasn’t trapped in that position. Xia Fei thought for a moment that he wouldn’t mind if Vein went harder, further into his mouth, holding him in place by his hair. Perhaps it could be an idea for another time.
Slowly, Xia Fei lifted his head away and then lowered it, letting Vein’s length slide along his tongue. He did it again, and went down a bit further. He repeated the action, shifting the angle occasionally. It led to a few bumps with his teeth, but no chiding comments were heard, so he kept trying. He figured out how to suck on it too, as much as he could with his mouth open and full. There was a close call with his gag reflex, but Xia Fei had long learned to force certain things down. At least this time, he wanted to.
At some point, a salty, bitter taste began to drip onto the back of his tongue. He took it as encouragement. He was doing decently enough, then. Even if Vein didn’t say anything, his body’s reaction was a clear enough sign to continue.
Xia Fei settled into a steady pace, pulling away once in a while to work around the rest. His thumb continued to move just above Vein’s gradually tightening balls, sometimes pressing up from below as well.2
Vein wiped away a stray tear from the top of Xia Fei’s blushing cheek, a purely physiological reaction from what he could see, and lifted his hand to taste.
His little star was so focused on sucking that he didn’t even notice the loss of contact at first. When he finally did, saliva dripped down his chin with his pretty lips stretched around Vein’s cock... Wasn’t it simply the most stunning sight? His willpower was usually more durable than steel, tempered with blood and desperation for survival. But not even Vein could resist Xia Fei’s bright, earnest eyes and tongue for long. It didn’t take much after that. He poked at a taut cheek in warning, but his dear Felix did nothing but take more down his soft, warm throat. It’s all he needed to let himself go.
Xia Fei could guess the meaning of the little poke at his face, and did not let it stop him from sucking hard and swallowing around Vein’s cock one last time.
The taste of his partner’s release wasn’t exactly sweet, but Xia Fei wanted to be good. He swallowed everything he could, and whatever he couldn’t manage dripped down and onto the silk sheets and floor. It got messy, but he was already used to having to clean up after his own on occasion. This was nothing unusual.
After a minute licking at the salty-bitter remnants from Vein’s rock-solid thighs, Xia Fei glanced up to see Vein with his head tilted back, trying to even out his breathing.
Xia Fei made Vein look like that. He made Vein lose his composure, lose his cool just for a moment. His boss was unfairly attractive on a normal day. Like this, Xia Fei might get even more addicted than he already was.
Unbeknownst to himself, Xia Fei looked far more appetizing than a course at the most expensive Michelin-starred restaurant. Laid out on his back on Vein’s crimson sheets, desperate, shy, and blushing, cock leaking steadily, with a hand grasping at his own in a plea to hurry. However, Vein intended to savour this vision.
“You’ve wormed your way into becoming my muse, Felix. If only I could capture your beauty forever.”
Would it be one locked away in a dusty storage crate for eternity? Or could it be displayed with pride in his living room? Vein probably didn’t have many visitors over, anyways. He was always working, though the lack of eye-bags never showed it. Lucky bastard.
Xia Fei was so enraptured by those words that he did not pause to think before responding, “I could even wear an expensive necklace or something.”
A burst of warm laughter followed his questionably-timed Titanic reference, whilst Xia Fei took a second to register what he had just said.
Flushing and releasing Vein’s hand, he tried to cover his face in embarrassment. He whined a bit, as he often did after Vein’s teasing, not realizing that the consequences would include being flipped over. One knee was pushed up to the side by a firm hand as Vein hovered close over his back. Pointed teeth lightly bit at his helix piercing, then trailed down to his earlobe and to his nape. He shivered. The sheets were still rather cool against his bare skin.
“Just jewellery? I didn’t think you were interested in nude modelling, too.” Vein’s crescent moon necklace rested on Xia Fei’s spine, metal warmed by their shared body heat.
Xia Fei mumbled in response, “Only for you.”
Vein hummed in approval, and began listing some ideas. “You’re already quite tall, but the right skirt and heels would suit those lovely legs so well.
“A fluffy little tail plug to match your puppy-like personality, perhaps? I would put a collar on you in a heartbeat, to show everyone who you belong to. A blindfold would look lovely against those cheekbones too, but your eyes are simply too stunning to cover up for long… such a rare colour.
“I would kill a dozen men to see you in lingerie, you know,” he continued, and didn’t sound like he was joking.
Would it be bad to admit that Xia Fei found it kind of hot?
“But really, I wouldn’t even have to. You’d wear it for me if I asked, wouldn’t you? Shameless little creature you are~” Vein carried on for a while with his suggestions, each more outlandish and creative than the last.
Even then, Xia Fei could not deny that some sounded rather intriguing, as inexperienced as he was. He had never considered lingerie, nor bondage, but he might just be able to do it for Vein. Only for him.
“Tell me what you need, darling,” Vein’s languid voice softened as it neared his ears, dropping even lower than its previous tone. Vein might want him to beg for it, and at this point, Xia Fei did not intend to protest. Nonetheless, he wasn’t sure if he could say it so crudely.
Xia Fei chose to grumble a bit instead, stalling, so he could work himself up to the challenge of begging his mean, teasing da-ge to rail him after all that build-up. “Do I have to?”
“I have to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want it.”
Xia Fei responded physically by gingerly grinding back against Vein’s re-hardened cock just inches behind him.
“Use your words. You’ve shown me what those pretty lips can do.”
A slight taste remained in the back of his throat as a reminder.
He huffed, far too horny to care about any long-abandoned sense of dignity or shame. Xia Fei would plead, clutching hard at the stray hand Vein had been tracing along his chest with, and wholly deny it afterwards, much to Vein’s amusement.
“Fuck me. Please.”
Vein lightly kissed the top of his shoulder before pulling his hand away from Xia Fei’s. Reaching over his pliant body, he opened the nightstand’s drawer and responded: “See? Not so hard after all.” He retrieved some items that Xia Fei did not have enough mind to focus on. Vein would take care of it this time.
Clicking open the lid of what must have been lubricant, Vein waited a few moments for it to warm slightly on his fingers before reaching down to Xia Fei’s entrance. The liquid remained cool to the touch, and his lower muscles tensed at the difference in temperature from his own burning skin.
His partner waited for another moment, then slowly ran his thumb down and over the exposed skin. It was the first time anyone has touched Xia Fei like this, barring his own minor self-explorations as a questioning teenager. He was an applied physics student, after all. Not much time for anything besides studying and working. Hell, even sleep was a luxury sometimes...
Vein slid his free hand beside Xia Fei’s head, just below the pillow for him to hold, as matching long fingers continued their slow exploration below. It felt a bit strange, but better than what Xia Fei had tried on himself. Vein probably knew what he was doing. Or was very good at pretending he did. His confidence was unmatched, in any context.
After a few more gentle strokes along his sensitive skin, Vein dipped the tip of a finger into the ring of muscle. Xia Fei tried his hardest to remain relaxed. Without much resistance, Vein proceeded to slip a second finger in. It was a tighter fit, but Xia Fei wanted more. So, he shifted his hips up, feeling Vein’s fingers push deeper inside him.
“Impatient, are we? You’ll get hurt if you’re not prepared, you know,” Vein murmured warmly into his ear, drawing his fingers halfway out before pressing back in, twisting them about and carefully stretching him with each movement. It didn’t feel incredible, exactly, but the sensation grew more pleasant than the initial intrusion. Vein continued his apparent mission to feel every millimetre of his inner walls, dragging his fingers everywhere he could reach.
Adding a third, Vein had finally figured out exactly what place he needed to focus on. The discovery was validated by Xia Fei jolting and releasing a shaky breath. He gripped Vein’s other hand even tighter than before.
“All quiet now? How rare,” commented Vein, thrusting long fingers into him with a quicker pace. Still, it was all far tamer than Xia Fei had ever dared to imagine, even when drunk out of his mind. He wasn’t some fragile porcelain vase. How could he convey that?
“Can you…” Xia Fei trailed off, distracted momentarily by gentle pressure on his prostate again. Gathering his few thoughts beyond the wordless pleasure Vein kept him dancing on the edge of, Xia Fei finally caved.
“Can you give it to me now? I can take it,” Xia Fei insisted, practically squirming in anticipation. They had started forever ago, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last if Vein kept testing his endurance like this.
“Laoban. Gege, please.”
Vein exhaled sharply against his shoulder blade. “You know just what to say, don’t you?” He gradually drew his slick fingers out, spread wide. It left Xia Fei feeling empty, but the sound of foil tearing behind him signalled that he wouldn’t have to wait long for something else.
“Last chance to back out,” Vein announced, leaning a bit further over Xia Fei, whose eyelids fluttered open at the movement. He felt the other man’s cock pressing against his perineum, coated in now-room temperature lubricant and a thin layer of latex.
In his boldest and most impulsive move yet, Xia Fei reached back with a quick glance, lining up his partner’s cock with his own entrance, and tried to send his own message: 'Hurry the fuck up, please, before I wander even further out of line.'
Ironically, he put every remaining shred of rationality behind it, glaring back a bit at the man who was so patient with him regardless of what nonsense he got himself into.
The intention was received clearly with the smallest grin, and Vein slowly ground his hips forward. It was larger than his fingers, of course, but the lengthy preparation and lubrication allowed him to sink in easily. It also quickly became an overwhelming sensation, different than he expected. Not all that uncomfortable, but odd.
“Breathe.” So he did.
“Again, for me.” For whom else? He sure as hell wouldn’t be in this situation with another person.
Fuck. Xia Fei felt so much pressure down there now. But also, fuck. He was so full, in a way he never experienced before. Vein only waited a little for him to adjust, before pulling back and pushing in again, and again. Slow, steady thrusts soon settled his breathing, while Vein’s measured ones caressed the back of his neck.
Following that steady rhythm, Xia Fei did not take long to reach a tipping point; Vein stroked his long-neglected cock through the waves while still thrusting evenly into him. Not too deep, but the angle was just a bit away from hitting that place. Intentional, surely.
A few minutes, or an hour of gentle pleasure later, Vein’s sharp teeth once again began to drag along the side of his neck exposed to the air between them.
“I thought you would bite more...” Xia Fei mumbled, noticing the impressive restraint Vein was demonstrating. His boss was always in control, always confident and calm regardless of the circumstances. This was no different, but Xia Fei wanted to see what else could be drawn out.
“No need to rush. We have all night.”
Vein was strong, inhumanly so. But Xia Fei wasn’t some pushover. Those workouts finally came in handy.
Xia Fei rolled on his side slightly, facing the man beside him. His legs were not quite jellied, but he wouldn’t count on being able to stand just yet. Instead, he pushed at Vein’s shoulder until he was on his back, and Xia Fei climbed on top of him, knees placed on either side of those solid abs. Their sheer definition made it hard to move his eyes away. This time, he didn’t have to hide the lingering appreciation.
Vein chuckled a bit at the blatant staring. “Already hoping to switch? Or do you just have other positions in mind?”
Xia Fei raised his hips, reaching down and behind his back for the other man’s cock, still impressively hard after nearly two rounds already. He held the shaft steady, lowering himself with less patience than intended. Gravity pulled him down as far as he could go. The emptiness left inside him was filled once more. Fully seated, he shuddered while placing his hands on his partner’s chest.
“Taking so much initiative tonight… perhaps you deserve a reward for being such a good boy,” Vein grinned once more, the visible tips of his sharp teeth glinting in the lamplight. Hands wrapped around his firm thighs. Xia Fei froze for a second at the praise again.
Damn him.
In some fuzzy notion of retaliation, Xia Fei lifted himself up before slowly easing back down, unable to contain a sigh of satisfaction. His shut his eyes, not wanting to give his boss any more to tease about. (It’s not like it would stop him anyway.)
“Vein-ge—” he absolutely did not whine, as he used his legs to raise himself again, then dropping down with less caution than the first time.
“I love that you’re always so gentle, but I’m not so fragile that you can’t even get off...” Xia Fei averted his eyes, unable to overcome the embarrassment of the words he would blurt out next.
“Bite me. Use me. Take what you want. I want it too...
“Please.”
“And I still don’t think you understand what you’re asking for, Xia Fei,” Vein practically growled his name in warning, a low sound accompanied by a tightening grip around Xia Fei’s tensed thighs.
Vein rarely used his legal name, but to do so in this context... Xia Fei later refused to acknowledge the sounds he made in response as he sank down the man’s cock again, though Vein always proved enthusiastic to reenact the moment later on.
With a bit more provocation, Vein reversed their positions in the blink of an eye. He held the back of Xia Fei’s knees and practically folded him in half before pausing. Vein’s gaze was even more intense than before, somehow. The head was still inside. Xia Fei wanted the rest too. Preferably soon.
Vein lowered his head to press another kiss to Xia Fei’s lips, painfully gentle.
Then, he let himself go.
Pinning Xia Fei to the bed with his knees pressed against his shoulders, it was like a switch was flipped. He pressed down heavily, driving his cock into his cooperative partner’s entrance with more and more strength each time. After the first few shallow thrusts to test Xia Fei’s reaction, Vein huffed with exasperation for his little star, the indulgent quirk of his lips easily visible to Xia Fei’s eyes, clinging as his arms were to the man on top of him.
Damn it, isn’t he acting like a stereotypical shou from those smutty web-novels and manga he keeps seeing one of his classmates read? (He may have also read some for ‘research’ purposes.)
“You’ll tell me if it hurts.” And it wasn’t a question, it was an order. Xia Fei nodded, helplessly. Vein worried about him far too much.
...
...
...
Xia Fei quickly realized why Vein kept holding back earlier. He couldn’t move, not that he really wanted to. Above him, Vein held Xia Fei down as he drove his cock inside, pulling out and slamming back without reprieve.
It was intense. And Xia Fei simply couldn’t get enough.
The little whimpers from earlier quickly became loud moans and shaky gasps as Vein hammered into him. His skin was probably red from the impact, but it wasn’t important. It felt good. Really good. He wanted to say it out loud, but words didn’t seem to be coming out right.
Xia Fei’s gaze flitted around Vein’s face; his long, pretty red braid that had long slipped over his shoulder. The ends brushed Xia Fei’s thighs, bouncing to tease at his chest in time with each thrust of Vein’s hips. It wasn’t even intentional, but Xia Fei could feel every tiny sensation now.
Before long, Vein’s cock was sliding against his prostate again. The force behind each thrust there was nearly making Xia Fei see stars, with how hard and deep he was going.
A brief moment of shock broke through the haze as Vein tucked his face into the space between his neck and shoulder. Gentle pressure that instantly became sharp. His bite didn’t quite break skin, but was probably damned close. It was going to leave a mark, and Xia Fei was positively thrilled at the idea before quickly being distracted by the continued sensations overwhelming his lower body and mind.
Occasional bites taken from his neck, shoulders, chest, and wherever else Vein could reach with his mouth, all the while driving into him below.
His voice probably sounded a little more than pathetic by now, as he clung to his saviour’s back with sweaty, shaky hands. “Gege, I— I’m going to— again,”
Vein’s voice was a little more composed, but still wavering more than Xia Fei had ever heard. He was close, too. “Go ahead, darling. Show me how much you like it.”
Xia Fei never claimed to be immune to his boss’ imperatives. This time, it was a gentle command. What else could he do but obey?
The bathtub was massive. It was more appropriate to describe it as a party jacuzzi, really. The space didn’t stop Xia Fei from remaining attached to his boss—sitting on his lap, again. He was absolutely going to mourn this unending shamelessness tomorrow. One of Vein’s arms laid over his thighs, as he leaned against Vein’s chest and cautiously dropped his head against a shoulder.
Vein didn’t break the silence until Xia Fei went partially limp in his arms, relaxing in the water and the half-embrace both only dared to dream of until now.
“Regretting it?”
“No. It just... feels weird...?”
“Heh.” Xia Fei didn’t need to look up to know that Vein’s expression was probably quite self-satisfied.
It was a bit of a fight against his still-rebooting rational judgment to get the following words out, after a few more quiet moments of contemplation:
“Thank you for always taking care of me,” Xia Fei muttered, avoiding his partner’s eyes. “I know I’m clingy and cause trouble for you but... I like you. I’ve never liked anyone else like this before...” so please let me down gently, if you have to. Xia Fei was exhausted and sated, and words spilled out that he normally didn’t possess the audacity to say.
“Was that too much? Shit, sorry.” If his skin weren’t already blushing from the water temperature, it would be from self-inflicted embarrassment in front of his boss (and the person he just had sex with).
“Ah, Felix, how cute.” He angled Xia Fei’s face toward his own, meeting his eyes. Vein’s were softer than he had ever seen outside this expensive apartment, but still tinted with the same possessiveness he showed earlier in the bedroom.
“Don’t worry, darling. I told you earlier—you’re mine now, and nothing can keep me away.”