Jian Ci didn’t wait for another invitation. He dove in, his lips finding Yu Xi’s neck. Yu Xi gasped, a sharp, sweet sound. His fingers tangled in Jian Ci’s hair, pulling, while his other hand splayed across Jian Ci’s back, fingernails digging into his oil sleeked skin.

Jian Ci kissed down the elegant column of Yu Xi’s throat, his lips and tongue mapping the pulse points, the delicate tendons. He gently bit the Adam’s apple, a possessive nip that made Yu Xi shudder.

His hands were frantic at Yu Xi’s belt, tugging at the silk tie until it loosened. He pulled open the robe’s lapel, exposing Yu Xi’s chest. His mouth descended, kissing, sucking, biting the smooth skin just above the collarbone.

He swirled his tongue there, a wet, devoted claim. Yu Xi hissed, a mix of pain and piercing pleasure that arched his spine off the armchair.

Jian Ci moved lower. His mouth found a nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue before he sucked on it hard, drawing the sensitive flesh into his mouth. Yu Xi’s back arched violently, a low, guttural "Fuck!" ripped from his lips.

Jian Ci was relentless, toyed with the other nipple, his kisses soon trailing downwards, a blazing path of worship.

His hands roamed, groping and touching Yu Xi’s sides, his hips, the dip of his waist. He pushed the robe completely open. When he reached Yu Xi’s hard cock, standing proud and leaking a clear bead of precum, he gasped. His hot breath washed over the sensitive skin, making Yu Xi’s whole body tingle with anticipation.

Jian Ci’s gaze lifted, locking again with Yu Xi’s. He didn’t speak. He lowered his head and licked. A long, slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip, collecting the salty-sweet precum with his tongue. Yu Xi groaned, his hips twitching.

Jian Ci circled the tip, then sucked on it, drawing the head into his mouth, applying pressure. Yu Xi’s groan deepened into a continuous, pleasured sigh.

Then Jian Ci took more. He slid the shaft into his mouth, his lips forming a tight seal. He began to bob his head, a steady, rhythmic motion, his hand wrapping around the base to control the depth. Each downward stroke went deeper, until he was taking Yu Xi fully, deepthroating that cock until his nose pressed against Yu Xi’s skin.

Yu Xi cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound of ecstasy. His hands flew to Jian Ci’s head, pressing down, holding him there, demanding that complete, suffocating embrace. Jian Ci obeyed gladly, taking him in completely, his throat working, his eyes shut tight in focused bliss.

Yu Xi released the pressure, letting him pull back. Jian Ci came up for air, his lungs heaving. His eyes were teary, blurred with effort and desire, his lips wet and swollen. He looked up at Yu Xi, his expression a question, a plea for the next command.

"Want to try something new?" he asked.

Yu Xi pushed his hair back, panting from the intensity of Jian Ci’s provocation. He looked up at Jian Ci, a challenge in his eyes. "Impress me, then you can fuck me."

Given permission. Jian Ci moved with a swift, possessive grace. The cold metal of the handcuffs clicked shut around Yu Xi’s wrists, binding them together in front of him. Yu Xi’s breath caught in a sharp, excited intake. Then, the world vanished. Soft, black silk covered his eyes, the blindfold tying securely at the back of his head.

Yu Xi fell into darkness, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Anticipation coiled tight in his belly, mixing with a deep, thrilling curiosity. What would his man do to impress him? He thought.

There was the sound of a cap snapping open. It was lube. Jian Ci knelt before him, the shift in the air palpable. Yu Xi could feel the heat of his body, the focused intensity.

"Little Xi," Jian Ci murmured, his voice a low, intimate rasp. His fingers, slick and wet, trailed down the shaft of Yu Xi’s cock, a teasing, possessive stroke. They didn’t linger there. They moved lower, to that sweet, greedy hole. "When I become your husband, I will make you feel even more pleasure. I will serve you diligently. I will do whatever you ask."

The promise was a vow, whispered into the dark. Then came the invasion. Jian Ci’s finger, slick and wet, slid inside.

Yu Xi shuddered, a full-body tremor. Maybe it was the darkness, stealing his sight and amplifying every other sensation. Maybe it was the ambience, the heavy, sexual tension in the room.

Maybe it was the way Jian Ci spoke to him, like a worshipper and a conqueror all at once. But he felt more. More sensitive. More exposed. More wanting.

His legs, trembling, subconsciously pressed together, a weak attempt to shield himself from the overwhelming feeling.

Jian Ci didn’t allow it. His hands were firm, pulling Yu Xi’s thighs apart. He readjusted Yu Xi’s position in the deep armchair, maneuvering him until his legs were hooked over the armrests, spread wide. The position had him open, vulnerable and on full display.

"Little Xi, don’t move," Jian Ci commanded, his tone gentle but absolute. "I want to see everything."

Yu Xi chuckled, a breathless sound. "How can I stay still under such provocation?"

"You have to try, my love. Or I will have to bind your legs and arms together."

Yu Xi laughed again, the sound tinged with excitement. "Then I will try, gege. But I can’t promise."

Jian Ci’s answer was a fierce kiss. Their lips met, and then their tongues. Jian Ci’s tongue plunged into Yu Xi’s mouth, exploring, tasting, dominating. Yu Xi sucked on it, groaning into the wet heat. They lost themselves in it, the kiss a swirling, urgent prelude. When their lips finally parted, both were panting. And Jian Ci slid his finger inside again.

Yu Xi gasped with pleasure. It wasn’t just the penetration. It was the way. The finger moved, curling, exploring, and it brought a warm, tingly sensation that spread from his core.

Yu Xi felt Jian Ci add a second finger. The stretch was enticing, a delicious fullness, but it was unsatisfying. He wanted more. He wanted to be filled completely by him. By Jian Ci’s cock. That was the only way he could be satisfied. His mouth opened, ready to whisper that demand, to beg for it when something entered his hole.

It wasn’t Jian Ci’s member. It was thick, almost as thick, but... cold. A shiver ran through Yu Xi, his body tensing for a second before adjusting to the unfamiliar temperature.

"Gege," Yu Xi asked, his voice shaky. "What is that?"

"Something you will like, my love."

Yu Xi was about to ask again when a vibration started. It was a low, gentle and insistent hum. But it was placed perfectly. It stimulated his prostate, a direct, electric buzz against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Yu Xi’s back arched off the chair, a sharp, involuntary reaction. A gasp tore from his lips.

Jian Ci smiled. Yu Xi could hear it in his voice. "Babe, do you like it?"

Yu Xi replied with a groan, a wordless, desperate sound.

"Tell me when you want me to stop." Yu Xi nodded, frantic. Jian Ci turned up the level.

The vibration intensified. It wasn’t gentle anymore. It was a steady, driving pulse.

Yu Xi felt like he was being driven to madness. Moans spilled from his mouth, uncontrolled. His bound hands twisted behind him, and he found the leash attached to Jian Ci’s collar. He grabbed it, tugging at it while he moaned, a physical anchor in the sensory storm.

Jian Ci enjoyed the view. Yu Xi’s cock was hard, flushed dark, and dripping with precum. His thighs quivered, muscles fighting to not close his legs, to stay open as commanded.

"Are you still okay, my love?" Jian Ci asked, his voice close.

Yu Xi nodded, another frantic gesture.

"Should I increase it?"

Yu Xi’s voice was trembling, wrecked. "I can take it."

Jian Ci increased the vibrations. Yu Xi cried out even louder. His back arched violently off the armchair, his whole body straining. He was thrusting his hips now, a frantic, shallow pumping motion, like he was about to cum. But he didn’t. The stimulation was overwhelming, teasing, holding him right on that razor’s edge.

Jian Ci kissed him again. Deeply. He let Yu Xi suck on his lips, groan into his mouth, bite his lip in a desperate, needy frustration. Jian Ci didn’t torment him for long. Because he was jealous. Jealous of the toy giving Yu Xi this pleasure.

He pulled it out. Yu Xi’s hole twitched in excitement, empty and suddenly hungry.

Jian Ci replaced it.

With his hot, hard cock.

He didn’t tease his lover. He didn’t start slow. His thrusts were frantic, deep and possessive. He buried himself inside Yu Xi to the root in one fierce motion.

Yu Xi’s scream was pure, shattered pleasure. The stretch was immediate, perfect, the heat of Jian Ci’s body replacing the artificial cold. Jian Ci’s hips pistoned, driving into him again, and again, a wild, claiming rhythm.

"Fuck," Yu Xi breathed, the word torn from him. "Fuck me, gege."

Jian Ci’s hands gripped Yu Xi’s spread thighs, holding him open, holding him still for the punishing thrusts. "This is what you wanted, Little Xi. This is how I will fuck you. Every day. Whenever you ask."

He drove in again, his cock rubbing over that same prostate, now inflamed and hyper-sensitive from the toy. The sensation was magnified, explosive.

Yu Xi’s world was the darkness, the brutal, perfect rhythm of Jian Ci’s fucking, and the raw, filthy sounds of their bodies joining.