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Zhou ZiShu wasn’t sure why he’d let his soulmate convince him to do this. Really. He wasn’t against trying new things and bondage certainly wasn’t something they hadn’t tried before. The difference was that usually it was Wen KeXing being tied up, not him. Not that he was adverse to being the one bound. It just didn’t happen as often. So when his lover had asked if he’d be willing to try something new with their usual ropes, he hadn’t resisted and had even quickly agreed.
Now he was kneeling on their bed, wrists, forearms, and ankles tied snugly behind him, a blind fold over his eyes and a gag in his mouth. He hadn’t expected that to be honest. If he were going to be logical about the situation, everything was loose enough that, if he really wanted to, he could easily slip out of what his Lao Wen had done. He was a skilled former assassin after all and knowing how to get out of sticky situations had been a necessity in the early days of that part of his life.
After he’d finished, his soulmate had stated that he needed to go retrieve one more thing before they got started and he’d been left in the room, by himself, trying to take in all the sounds around him, sniffing the air to try and make out any differences there might be. After all, they were the only senses he had at the moment that hadn’t been restricted in some way. At least with the nails gone, he had the full capacity of these two things to rely on. And if anything they were more sensitive so he wasn’t afraid of missing something.
Still, sitting there tied up was frustratingly arousing. To not be the one in control was exhilarating in a way that he was a bit ashamed to admit. The ropes around his body were just as snug as those wrapped around his wrists and ankles and if he let his arms relax just a smidge too much, the one around his neck would start to tighten. He’d done this type of design on his shidi before and the results had been extremely pleasant. Perhaps his Lao Wen was wishing for something similar from him.
Suddenly the door to their room opened and the former assassin mentally berated himself for letting his mind wander as it had. He hadn’t even heard footsteps approaching, distracted as he’d been! Whoever had entered the room was quiet, approaching the bed with as little noise as possible. Was his soulmate trying to be...mysterious? Was the surprise that they were role playing in some way? He hadn’t agreed to that and usually his lover was so considerate to make sure not to cross any boundaries that it bordered on being overprotective.
Was he finally pushing those limits? And did he act along?
He nearly jumped when a hand came to grip his chin, lifting his head up forcefully. His first thought was that his shidi was rarely so abrupt in their sex life, usually more calm and controlled than this. The second thought had his heart beating panickedly in his chest.
The person touching him was not Wen KeXing.
“Hmph. It would seem you two idiots really do know each other well.”
Zhou ZiShu froze. ‘Senior Yi?!’
“Heh. I told you my Ah-Xu would know you weren’t me right away.”
“One of the few times in your life that you’ve been right. You must feel so proud.”
“Careful, old monster, or I’ll take back what I told you and you can just leave.”
His head was spinning. Why was Senior Yi here? He knew that Wen KeXing and Ye BaiYi were not on the best of terms. Their relationship had been improving (thankfully), but when had it grown to this point? Why had his soulmate brought the immortal into their room? He suddenly recalled that he was on their bed, tied up in ropes in nothing but his underclothing. He shivered a bit at that thought, wanting to jerk his head away. He didn’t though. There was more going on here than he knew apparently. How desperately he suddenly wanted to go along with whatever it was stunned him.
A chuckle reached his ears, followed shortly by the closing of the door. The shuffle of footsteps on the floor let him know that Wen KeXing was drawing closer to the bed and he could feel his breathing grow faster. The hand on his chin tightened its grip and he struggled to not let that affect him much. Who knew it would take throwing one more person into the mix to turn him on so much? He stiffened as he felt hands he was more familiar with land on his shoulders, shuddered as they slid down over his arms and the ropes binding them.
“Do you like your surprise, Ah-Xu?” his Lao Wen whispered in his ear, the sound so full of want and desire that it increased his own. “Do you want him to be a part of this? I’ve seen the way he looks at you, how badly he’d like to touch you. And you hold such respect for him too. You’d like him to use you a bit, wouldn’t you? You’d like to do more for this senior of ours, wouldn’t you?”
“Are you always this chatty in bed?” Ye BaiYi asked, his fingers loosening around the former assassin’s chin only to lightly run down to the rope around his neck. He slipped a finger in between and tugged just enough for it to pull him forward. “You said there were rules. What are they?”
‘Rules?’ He was a bit confused, but waited patiently to hear the answer to his own question.
“First one is that you can’t call him Ah-Xu,” his lover answered, sounding very serious as he said it.
Zhou ZiShu snorted. He could almost hear the immortal rolling his eyes. “Of all the- Fine. What else?”
His shidi was silent as one of his hands slid down his shixiong’s side, squeezing gently at his hip before moving behind and pressing between his cheeks till they’d found their goal. He tensed and pulled his arms back, the movement tightening the rope around his neck again, this time along with Senior Yi’s finger. He grunted as his soulmate pressed in even further, as if he was tempted to press the cloth of his underclothes inside of him. Perhaps it was solely to get a reaction from him. It was working.
“Only I get to touch inside of this place,” Wen KeXing added, rubbing insistently against him. “Anywhere else is free unless he makes it clear he doesn’t like it.”
“And how exactly is he going to do that?” Ye BaiYi asked and his voice resonated that he’d been affected by what he’d just witnessed. “He’s gagged and can’t say anything.”
“Show him the signal we’ve set beforehand, Ah-Xu,” his Lao Wen murmured into his ear, pulling on the rope so it tightened around his neck even more. The former assassin gasped behind his gag as his airway was restricted even more, pushing down his instinct to struggle. The thrill of it all sent another jolt of arousal down to the pit of his stomach and for a brief moment he couldn't focus on what it was that he’d been told to do. The rope around his neck tightened even further as time passed and he wasn’t sure anymore what it was he was supposed to do.
“Show him,” his shidi ordered, his voice low and husky. “Or we stop right here.”
He decided that he most definitely did not want that, and focused long enough to remember. Immediately he snapped his fingers three times and the pressure on his throat was instantly released. He gasped lightly behind the gag, trembling slightly from the rush of it all.
It was amazing that he hadn’t missed the grunt of the man in front of him, who was clearly enjoying the scene in front of him. Or the way that a breathy little sigh had left his lover and the way those long fingers stopped digging into his hip. The ones pressed against his hole had paused for a moment and he moaned softly, disappointed, when they pulled away. He didn’t need to be as they quickly returned, this time with no fabric in the way. He wasn’t sure what his soulmate had used to slick them up, but he grunted as one pushed in, stroking his insides gently.
“A reward,” Wen KeXing chuckled next to his ear, “for doing as you were told.”
“Are you done listing your rules?” Senior Yi cut in, his tone raspy. He cleared his throat, much to his amusement. The immortal was definitely affected. “I don’t want you throwing new ones at me in the middle of things.”
“No more rules, but a request,” his lover stated as he pushed his finger in further.
“Name it,” Ye BaiYi grunted.
“My Ah-Xu’s been so tense lately, I’d really like to help him relax,” his shidi explained, and he wasn’t sure he liked the mischievous tone of his voice. “I want him to come more than once tonight.”
‘Demon!’ Zhou ZiShu growled behind his gag, only for it to taper off as his Lao Wen curled that finger inside of him, magically hitting that special spot inside.
The immortal scoffed and the next thing he heard was the rustling of fabric. “Oh? Is that only as far as you’ve been able to get before? Surely Huaizhang’s disciple has more stamina than that?”
‘Senior Yi, what do you mean by that?’ He didn’t like the sound of what those words promised. Liked the agreeing laugh his lover gave even less. And yet he had no real desire to undo the ropes around him and free himself from what was going to happen.
His thoughts were cut off when two palms rested on his thighs, warm and heavy. Just as forward and no nonsense as their owner, they slid up and reached for the ties of his pants, swiftly undoing them. Working together, his Lao Wen and Senior Yi pulled these down to his ankles, as the ropes blocked them from going any further. He struggled a bit when his soulmate forced him to lean back, further exposing him to those who wanted to stare. His cock was definitely hard, twitching in the chill of the room.
It wasn’t cold for long. He jerked slightly as he felt something wet run from the base of his length to the tip. It was a horrifying and thrilling situation to realize that was the immortal’s tongue. There was no time to truly ponder on that as in the next instant, his cock was swallowed in wet heat. He cried out behind the gag in shock and his arms jerked down with the movement, choking him and cutting off the sound quickly. His hips, however, thrust forward, stopped only by the hands holding him back.
Wen KeXing groaned behind him as he slipped a second finger inside. “I almost regret putting the rope around your neck. If only because it cuts off those beautiful noises you make. But you like it when you’re like this, don’t you? Completely at my mercy. Today is just special because there’s someone else taking advantage of you, isn’t there? Does it feel good, Ah-Xu? Does it feel nice to have his mouth on your cock?”
Even if he had been free to, Zhou ZiShu wouldn’t have been able to answer. The two fingers inside of him were giving him time to adjust, but the mouth on his length was not. Ye BaiYi was merciless, swallowing and suckling his cock like it was a sweet treat and not giving him any chance to fully collect himself. He choked on a yell when Senior Yi began to lift and fall, his arms pulling back and the rope around his throat tightening and releasing with each tug.
He was completely at their mercy and the thought had him trembling. His shidi placed his free hand under his chin, lifting his head back as he continued to push his fingers in and out. The hands on his thighs were holding him down, giving Ye BaiYi as much access to his cock as he wanted. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, he was already on the edge, struggling to hold out under the assault. It had been a while since he’d been so roughly toyed with and it was sending exhilarating pulses to his groin.
His breath came out in puffs from his nose and soon tiny grunts and whines were escaping through the gag. He was learning to keep his arms still as much as possible (the rope around his throat really was starting to hurt), but he couldn’t change the way his hips tried to both get closer and further away from the attention he was receiving. It was too much and he let out several short whines to warn them that he wasn’t going to last. If anything the noises made the two men assaulting him double down. The fingers inside of him struck his prostate multiple times while the mouth around his cock sank down to the base and swallowed deeply.
He came with a muffled shout, his back arching and the rope tightening around his throat when his arms didn’t move in the same way. His hips fought to thrust forward as he shot down Senior Yi’s throat and that thought alone made him shudder even more as he kept coming. Soon, however, the heat and pressure of the immortal’s suckling began to hurt and he let out a sharp whimper as his nerves exploded from the sensitivity. The mouth on his cock pulled off and he shook as his body continued to experience the aftershock of his orgasm.
“Mmm, beautiful,” Wen KeXing said softly, still holding his lover’s head back. “If only you knew how sinfully wonderful you look when you come, Ah-Xu. And you do it so nicely for me.”
“That one is because of me, brat,” the immortal grumbled, his voice hoarse. “Don’t try to take credit for what I did.”
“It was a joint effort, old monster,” his shidi growled back, his fingers clenching inside of Zhou Zishu and making him whine at the way it sent a jolt through him. “Who do you think was-”
“Hmph, you’re far too naive if you think your fingers had very much to do with him coming.”
Panting, the former assassin shut out their bickering, using the time to recuperate from the assault his senses had just gone through. He was still shaking from the ecstasy he’d experienced and he was quite content to just float in a daze. He certainly was more relaxed now, considering that was his lover’s goal for the evening. As he sat there, basking in the afterglow and the body heat of his soulmate behind him, he was vaguely aware of the ropes around his neck and ankles being released, his legs stretched out and massaged to sooth his aching muscles.
Only later would he realize that it was Ye BaiYi working out the kinks. For now, he merely let himself enjoy the pampering.
The resting period was brief and it was with a belated awareness that he suddenly realized that the two were no longer bickering. In fact, they were completely silent, which immediately caused him to be concerned. For himself. Whatever the two were planning next was being done quietly and that did not bode well for him, he was sure. Without another sound, Senior Yi was in between his legs once more, this time pulling them up and over his shoulders and making sure he was comfortable.
Fortunately for him, this time the immortal didn’t dive forward immediately. Instead, his approach was to start kissing his way up one leg, starting at his ankle. Zhou ZiShu shuddered and his toes curled. He was still sensitive from his orgasm and those kisses made his nerves tingle each time they pressed against his skin. When Senior Yi reached the inside of his thigh he struggled to keep himself still. It was so sensual, so teasing, promising and yet not delivering.
He shouldn’t have been surprised that Ye BaiYi was just as much of a tease as his Lao Wen.
The fingers inside of him had stretched him out enough that it wasn’t hard for a third finger to slip in, to start forcing him to further adjust to the width. It didn’t sting, thankfully, but that didn’t mean it was comfortable either. He grunted when those fingers lightly brushed against that spot inside again, his nerves sparking at the touch almost painfully. Yet it was enough to get his body interested in what was going on again and he could feel himself getting hard again.
A soft yelp was pulled from him when he felt teeth sink into his inner thigh and his body jerk in an attempt to get away. Ye BaiYi snorted against his skin, pulling his mouth away before pressing a tender kiss against the bite mark, followed by the drag of his tongue. The kisses and licks continued to the next spot, right next to his knee, before he was bit again. This time, however, his soulmate hit that spot inside him at the same time and he let out a soft whine. He could feel the immortal smirk against his skin and the chuckle next to his ear let him know he was in trouble.
The assault continued over the next several minutes. Each bite was accompanied by a strike to that bundle of nerves inside of him, after which he would be teased and soothed with kisses, licks, and gentle, scissoring strokes. He was a patient man. He’d learned the art of waiting something out until the best opportunity presented itself. Those moments, however, he had some semblance of control. Here he was at their mercy with no way to really retaliate against each ‘attack’.
When his shidi’s hand came to grip around his neck, he knew he was done for. Knew exactly what his Lao Wen planned on doing and it was going to ruin him.
The pressure started light, barely there. Then Wen KeXing began to squeeze slowly. Ever so slowly. Or at least, compared to the speed of everything else going on, it seemed that way to him. Yet each second it became harder to breath and he knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d been having trouble keeping his breath steady before. If he didn’t pass out from the lack of air, something else was going to do him in. There was too much going on and he could feel himself losing the battle.
“Focus, Ah-Xu,” his lover murmured next to his ear, pausing his grip to hold where it was. “Don’t simply give in. You know how we do this. Shall I tell you what I see and feel, since you can’t speak it through yourself?”
Heavens above, if his shidi wanted to destroy him, why not do it in a way that wasn’t going to make him lose his mind?!
“Let me describe it to you,” Wen KeXing whispered next to his ear, which made an embarrassingly high pitched sound slip out. “I’ve got three fingers in you, stretching you open, getting you ready for me. You’ll like that, won’t you? When I fill you with my cock? I know how much you like it when I take you slowly, when I slide in and stretch you wide open.”
His lover scissored his fingers with his words, as if to match what he was saying. He wanted to snap back, say something witty, but the lack of air was making it hard to focus on much else other than to keep breathing and the touches he was feeling. The hand on his throat tightened slightly just as the head of his cock was pulled into Senior Yi’s mouth, his tongue lapping at the tip and teasing the head with long, forceful licks. He shook under the stimulation, sure that if he wasn’t blindfolded, his vision would have started getting hazy.
“If only you could see Senior Yi’s mouth on you,” his soulmate stated, continuing his verbal assault. “How his lips are stretched around your cock. That’s twice tonight that he’s taken you into his mouth. He must love the way you taste. Love the way you feel on his tongue. And it does feel good, doesn’t it? Even after you’ve already come once you’re so hard for him. Can you feel him sinking lower on you? He swallows you so nicely, Ah-Xu. This time he’s properly savoring you. You should see his face, how pleased he is at what he’s doing to you.”
Ye BaiYi growled with more than half of his cock in his mouth. Zhou Zishu let out a breathy whimper at the feel of the vibrations of the noise, unable to be any louder due to the restriction of his throat. He was right on the edge of consciousness, unaware of how he continued to make the airy sounds leaving his throat, his body struggling to both get away and draw closer to all the attention he was receiving. His hips were rolling, moving himself on the fingers inside of him and in and out of the Senior Yi’s mouth.
It felt so lovely, so wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to push him over the edge. He whimpered in frustration. He was so close again, so close to falling again into the euphoric state of finding release. Yet he was denied, every time he was sure it would come. It was almost as if the two could sense when he was ready to let go and would pull back enough so he couldn’t. This went on for what felt like hours and before long he was shaking with need.
“Would you like to come again, Ah-Xu?” his Lao Wen whispered, his hand tightening against the throat in his palm.
The former assassin nodded his head as best he could, his body solely focused on coming. His mind was foggy from the lack of air, his body shaking with the desire to fight against the hand on his neck. The fingers inside of him curled against that special spot, putting just enough pressure to send sparks racing through his veins. The immortal hummed around him, obviously pleased with the idea of him coming again and it was enough to once again tip him over the edge.
His shidi held onto him firmly as his hips bucked forward, the feeling of this release somehow more intense than the first one. His body convulsed as he fought against the hand that was increasingly too tight against his throat (it shouldn’t be as exhilarating as it was). It made the pulse of his orgasm much more intense and he would have been screaming as he spilled out over the Senior Yi’s tongue if his voice hadn’t been strangled. The mouth on his cock nursed him slowly and he couldn’t stop his toes from curling as he continued to come.
Suddenly the hand at his throat was gone and the gag was pulled from his mouth shortly after. Zhou ZiShu gasped, dizzy and almost nauseous as his lungs fought to fill themselves, to make up for the lack of fresh air. He grunted and whined as the two men massaged his prostate and his cock, clearly planning to milk this orgasm out of him as much as possible. His soulmate had a hand on his chest holding him back while the Immortal kept his hips pinned down to the bed.
“No more,” he whispered, jerking as Ye BaiYi gave him another soft suckle.
“What was that?” Wen KeXing teased, pressing a bit harder inside of him. “I couldn’t hear you, Ah-Xu.”
“Shit, Lao Wen!” he cried out, twisting in his grip as his hips tried to pull away from the immortal. “Stop! I can’t-”
“Clearly you can,” his Lao Wen interrupted, watching over his shoulder as the immortal and he shared a look. “I thought you like having the old monster suck on your cock?”
“Hurts,” he hissed, his head slamming back against his lover’s shoulder as the mouth on his length gave another long suck. The pleasure from his orgasm was quickly fading and it felt so ruined that he wanted to cry.
“Hmmm. Well, what do you say to that, Senior Yi?” his soulmate asked, his tone mocking. “He says it hurts.”
Ye BaiYi pulled off with a wet pop, and the former assassin slumped a bit in relief, shaking from oversensitivity. “Brat. Don’t call me that. It feels wrong coming from you.”
His shidi snorted and slowly pulled his fingers out from his hole. Trembling, he moaned softly as he felt his Lao Wen rest his chin on his shoulder as two arms wrapped possessively around his waist. “It’s that or old monster. What do you prefer?”
With a soft huff, Senior Yi got to his feet, brushing dirt off his robes. “If I had my way, you wouldn’t be able to speak at all but we can’t have everything we want in life, can we?”
Still blindfolded, the shuffling noises of the older man’s robes made Zhou ZiShu worry that he was leaving (he could never really tell when their bickering had turned from playful to annoyed). Surely the immortal wasn’t impervious to all that had happened. He had to be at least aroused and the former assassin was not one to leave debts unpaid, regardless of their source. Still panting for breath he turned his head in Ye BaiYi’s direction. “You’re leaving?”
For a moment it was quiet before Senior Yi spoke up. It was subdued in a way that just felt wrong coming from him. “Would you like me to?”
“No!” he answered, a bit too quickly and if he hadn’t already been flushed, he was sure he would have blushed at how desperate he had sounded. Clearing his throat, he moved to rest on his knees, shifting slowly so he didn’t lose his balance and face plant onto the floor. His last orgasm, as ruined as it was, still left him weak and he wasn’t able to really do more than hold himself upright. “I don’t….like leaving favors unreturned.”
“That’s true,” Wen KeXing smirked, resting his hands on his shixiong’s hips. “I can rarely do anything to you and have you not reciprocate it.”
“How honorable,” Senior Yi hummed, though it was clear he was anticipating something by the tone of his voice. “Just how do you intend to pay me back then?”
“What would Senior Yi like?” he asked, shivering a bit as his body started to cool down.
Fingers came to rest under his chin once again, holding him gently as a thumb caressed his lips. He let his tongue dart out to give it a small lick, humming softly when it followed the trail back into his mouth. With a small suckle, he already knew what the immortal wanted, but a part of him wanted to hear him say it, hear from that deep voice that he wanted the former assassin to suck him off. The thought excited him more than he wanted to admit it did and he could feel arousal curling in his stomach once again.
Since when had he been so insatiable?
“You have a clever tongue,” Ye BaiYi murmured, almost conversationally as he slid his thumb back out. “I wonder how it might feel to have it on my cock?”
“Oh you have no idea,” his lover said slowly, his voice practically a growl. It made him tense as arousal raced up his spine. “It could be called divine what he can do with that mouth of his.”
“Lao Wen,” Zhou ZiShu growled, turning his head to the side as he glared behind his blindfold.
“Face forward,” the immortal ordered and oh didn’t that do something in the pit of his stomach. He almost followed it up with a ‘yes, sir’.
“I have a proposal,” his shidi chuckled, as if he was going to haggle with a merchant. He shifted up close behind him and the feel of his soulmate’s erection pressed against the small of his back made any irritation he’d been feeling slip away. He shuddered when his Lao Wen’s head came to rest on his shoulder and those hands on his hips began to run possessively up and down his legs. “Ah-Xu, what would you say to taking Senior Yi in your mouth while you take me in from behind? Hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Answer him,” Senior Yi said firmly, obviously aware of the way he had reacted to his previous command.
He pressed his lips together until they were thin before he opened his mouth and let out a soft, “...Yes.”
Wen KeXing sighed, as if he was put out. “Oh Ah-Xu. You can do better than that. So I’ll be nice and ask again. Would you like us to do that?”
He grit his teeth for a brief moment before he answered again. “Yes.”
Senior Yi hummed approvingly as his hand fell away. There was a rustling of cloth and then it was back, a thumb pulling down on his bottom lip. “Very good. Open.”
The commands were given with no room for argument. He was tempted to resist for only a moment, but the promise of what was coming was far more alluring than he’d ever admit outloud. He did as he’d been told, but just enough to count. The immortal snorted in amusement and stuck both his thumb and a finger in his mouth and gripped his tongue. He grunted as he let him pull it out, feeling a rush of arousal at the rough treatment. He even trembled when the head of the Ye BaiYi’s cock came to rest on his tongue.
Senior Yi returned to his original pace, not giving him much time to really process what was happening. In the next moment, the immortal began to thrust in, shallowly, but without letting him prepare for it. He choked a bit at first, not quite ready to begin so suddenly. He quickly adjusted and loosened his throat and fought against his gag reflex. The man in front of him hummed approvingly and began to push in deeper with each push of his hips. The former assassin shuddered. It was almost shameful how much he was enjoying this.
His lover didn’t want to fall behind it seemed and instead of checking that he was ready like he normally would, his soulmate lined himself up and pushed in. He went slowly enough to make sure he didn’t cause him to tear and bleed, but it was definitely more of a stretch than Zhou ZiShu had experienced in a while. His cock pulsed with how aroused he was and he moaned around the length in his mouth. This night had certainly gone better than he had originally imagined it would.
Wen KeXing gave him very little time to adjust before he began to pull back and thrust in. Again the two men must have silently communicated between themselves for it wasn’t long before their thrusts were synced in a way that allowed him to easily handle the both of them. Not one to simply sit and not contribute, he started to use his tongue more, caressing the flesh against it as much as he could while he clenched around his shidi’s cock anytime he would push inside.
A loud groan could be heard from both men and if he could have, he would have smirked.
“So good, Ah-Xu,” his Lao Wen murmured, his hands gripping his hips tightly. “Even like this you do your best to make me feel good.”
“You weren’t lying,” Ye BaiYi commented, his voice thick and heavy. “He really does know how to use that tongue of his.”
“Ha, I would never lie about my Ah-Xu’s skills,” his lover huffed as he started to change his angle inside. He chuckled a bit more when his shixiong whined as he grazed his prostate. “I’ve spent so much time training him. How could he not be good?”
“Oh? Does that mean you're better at this than he is?” Senior Yi grunted, one of his hands moving to curl tight into Zhou ZiShu’s hair. “I’d like to test that sometime, brat.”
“I’m sure you would, old monster,” Wen KeXing snapped back, though the bite of his words didn’t hit quite the same with how breathy they came out. “You’ll have to settle for what you have right now though.”
“Idiot,” Ye BaiYi snorted. “You should know that I never just settle.”
The former assassin groaned as the two of them stilled for a moment, both of them inside of him as deep as they could go. His nose was pressed against Senior Yi’s groin, buried in his curls. At the same time, his shidi’s thighs were pressed fully against his own, and he could feel his hands twitching against his hips. He wiggled between them impatiently after a few seconds, not happy at the stall when he heard it. It took him a moment to register it fully but when he did, he almost didn’t want to believe it.
The two of them were kissing!
He shuddered between them and whined. If only he could see it! Even if he hadn’t been blindfolded, he wasn’t at the right angle to witness what was happening. Still, he could imagine it and he whined again and tensed. The immortal had to be rough, probably had a hand curled in his Lao Wen’s hair. Was his lover suckling the older man’s tongue like he tended to do with him? Regardless, any time his soulmate started to bicker with Senior Yi now he was going to bring this up.
His noises brought their attention back to him and they immediately began to move once more. Both of Ye BaiYi’s hands moved to his head, using them to keep his head steady. It was hard balancing himself with his arms tied behind his back and after a few slips, he grunted his displeasure at how ineffective it was making this experience. He should have known that Wen KeXing would be able to figure out his thought process and in the next moment, his hands were pulled up and held back.
It wasn’t long before the rhythm was lost and the two were simply thrusting as they pleased. Zhou ZiShu was being used solely for their pleasure and he was trembling with how hard it was making him. How long had it been since he’d been used so roughly for someone else’s pleasure? Was it just having a third person as a part of the mix that made his shidi become so unrestrained? Or was it because of Ye BaiYi specifically? Regardless, he was going to have to find whatever made that switch flip so this could happen again.
When his soulmate began to be relentless in hitting his prostate, he knew that his shidi was close. He only ever began to be so relentless when he was on the edge. As eager as he was to keep this up, he was growing tired and he wanted to find his own release as well. He’d never come three times in one night and his body wasn’t able to keep up with the pace that had been set. Was the immortal close as well? Or was he going to be more drawn out? He groaned at the thought. His jaw was growing tired.
He didn’t need to be worried. Without much warning, Senior Yi thrust deeply down his throat a couple of times before he was coming. The former assassin choked on the feeling, struggling to breathe as hot seed scorched the walls of his throat. The immortal pulled out halfway through, spilling the rest of himself over Zhou ZiShu’s face as he coughed and tried to regain his breath. The image must have been enticing as in the next moment, his lover was coming deep inside of him, slamming against his hips a few times before keeping them pressed together.
It startled him a bit when he was lifted and pulled back, flush against his Lao Wen’s chest. Two hands came and cupped his chin before he was being kissed deeply. He moaned as his hips thrust forward trying to come himself, whimpering when a hand wrapped itself around his length. He panted in the kiss as he struggled to meet each stroke, soft whines leaving his throat. He was close to the edge as it was, but when one of the hands at his face reached down to help by caressing the head of his cock, he couldn’t hold on.
He screamed, shaking in the hold of Wen KeXing and Ye BaiYi as he came for the third time that night. They continued to milk him for everything he had to offer as electricity raced through his nerves, causing him to jerk almost uncontrollably. They let him go just a few seconds after he’d finished, letting him bask in the glow of his orgasm as he completely sank against his shidi, the cock inside of him sliding against his prostate one last time before slipping out completely.
The next several minutes became a blur in his mind. He could feel himself being laid down on the bed, his arms released from the ropes and his blindfold removed. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light of the room, to focus and see things clearly. He shouldn’t have been, but he was surprised to find the immortal helping his soulmate clean him up, rubbing the damp clothes over his arms and legs, gently over the marks left by the ropes. Senior Yi was even the one to clean up his face, making sure that nothing was left as his lover wiped away between his legs.
“Go to sleep, Ah-Xu,” his shidi said gently, pressing a kiss to hip. “You’ve earned it.”
“More than you earned yours I’d say.”
“Old monster, are you saying…”
Zhou ZiShu let himself drift off as they bickered, soft as it was. Perhaps this was their way of flirting? With a soft chuckle, he closed his eyes. That was something he’d have to test out another day. He smiled as he felt a blanket being laid over him and settled against the pillow below his head. He felt entirely sated and wondered if he could convince Wen KeXing to be the one tied up next time. He had plans as a way of revenge and he had a feeling that Ye BaiYi would be eager to help out.