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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 7

Previously

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“They can wait. You are more important.” It was true, if also too much—too soon.

The red that spread over his sub’s cheeks, the suppressed line of the smile he was attempting to hide, slotting into lwj’s memory because wwx actually looked happy.

It wasn’t that the man didn’t look happy near constantly; wwx was one of the happiest people lwj had ever met, all sunshine smiles and shimmering mirth. This smile, however… there was just something about it that tugged at lwj’s heart—something dangerous, that made him want to give up every other thing in his life just so this man would know he was the most important thing in existence, at least for him, and fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The most important thing in existence for him?

lwj had certainly known he was falling hard and fast for the man, but how had his feelings became that strong so quickly? That was worrisome—dangerous as well. If any of his enemies found out just how important wwx—and by extension his son and the Wens, and what a mess that was going to be—was to him, that would put all of them at risk.

Fuck.

Maybe he should collect nhs’s text now, if only so he could inform them about just how messy the situation was quickly becoming, and honestly? lwj was going to blame his father. The man might be dead, but it was from him that lwj had clearly inherited his propensity for immediate obsession with people. This was, rather fortunately, the first time he had experienced such an unwavering desire to spend every moment of his time with someone, to bury them in gifts and affection, to keep them safe and protected no matter the cost, but overall, it was terrible.

It was also something to keep an eye on. His father had burned his mother’s soul and will to live to ashes, spending years torturing her and keeping her confined in hopes of forcing her into his arms out of simple desperation for freedom. It hadn’t worked, and then his mother had been dead. The last thing he wanted as to burn wwx and his beautiful light out by being too much—too possessive, too obsessive, too everything.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 15

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“I know you think I will take time to adjust to your body, but I would prefer we both be naked. Of course, I will accept if you say no and refuse. I would never force you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable, and if you are never comfortable being naked for me, I will accept that.” It would be painful to know that his mate was that fearful of being naked with him—of letting him see and react to the scars that laced his body—but lwj would accept it nonetheless.

For lwj, something like this wouldn’t be something so terrible he couldn’t accept it, even if he hoped the man could trust him enough to let him see.

“A-Zhan… I—” The older man cut off, his gaze shifting away to stare downwards, towards his chest where lwj had felt so many crisscrossed lines, a mixture of too taut and too loose skin, deformed from flames lapping over him as he curled over the Jiang siblings.

lwj had no idea how much of his mate’s body had been burned, but assuming he had been protecting them with his body… Probably, the scars over his torso were nothing compared to whatever was etched over his back.

“They aren’t nice to look at.” It was such a soft whisper, filled with so much fear and self-loathing, that it broke lwj’s heart.

The fire that had nearly killed wwx and the Jiang siblings had been well over a decade previous. For wwx to still hate the state of his body so much… For him to fear that people allowed to see it would be disgusted by it…

“I would like to decide for myself if I enjoy looking at my mate’s body, regardless of any scars he has.”

wwx huffed, a sardonic smile gracing his mouth when he finally looked up at lwj. “Talking about me like I’m not here, baobei?” he asked, leaning in to nudge lwj with his shoulder before his gaze dipped downwards again, legs crossing and uncrossing while lwj left him to his thinking, finally reaching to pick up his own bowl of much-less-red food.

Despite the heavy topic, the silence between them as they ate, lwj forgoing etiquette to snuggle in next to his quiet mate to eat, wasn’t especially awkward or tense. It was simply a moment of silence—for what, lwj wasn’t quite sure.

For his soon-to-be gone virginity.

For whatever image he held in his head of his mate’s naked form.

For the reaction of whatever imaginary version of him that lived inside wwx’s head for those scars.

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 6

Previously

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As though the little shit were a mind reader—and unfortunately, out of all the people lwj knew, he was certain the Nie heir was the most likely to actually be one—lwj’s phone, set onto the table beside his chair, let out a chittering bird sound. nhs’s text tone. Of course they would message him now of all times.

lwj had put his phone on do not disturb. Normally, it only let calls from his second, his cousin, and his apartment’s security, along with his driver for the day, through. If anyone actually needed to reach him, they knew to contact his second or lhz, who was more his second than Daniel Lee, but having someone a little removed from the Lan family as the official second was tradition. Plus, with a child and partner, he hadn’t wanted to put so much pressure on his cousin, and lhz’s more fluid role in the family served a purpose—it was part of how he’d been able to drive wwx around, nothing more pressing pulling him away when lwj wanted to make sure his new sub made it home safely and that whoever was with him would be able to extract a bit of information from him. It was also how his cousin was able to dedicate so much time to investigating wwx’s past and do all the other little things lwj needed done by someone he trusted implicitly.

Now, his do not disturb also let wwx through—a first; he normally only added subs to his allowed callers list when they had recently dropped—as well as nhs because the little shit hadn’t been responding to his messages or calls. Unhelpful now, when he would rather die than abandon his sub to check his phone—he’d only set it beside him so it wouldn’t be in his pocket, should wwx decide to climb into his lap.

wwx deserved his full attention. wwx, who was now peering around him and glaring at his phone, didn’t need to think that he would ever be less important than whatever nonsense one of his employees was harassing him about.

“Do you need to get that?” the man asked, something pulling through his voice—worry? Worry that, what? That lwj would leave and check his phone? That something would take him away? That the phone was even out and within reach while he was putting on such a beautiful show? Or—

“It is not related to your son,” he assured wwx, adding that while it was someone he had been hoping to speak with, they could wait. “They’ve certainly made me wait…” he muttered, relaxing when wwx laughed.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t check it then? If the person has been so hard to get a hold of?”

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 14

Previously

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The foundational stuff… it was important, but lwj knew it would be a bigger conversation—that was probably why wwx was trying to direct them away from it, although nothing about the situation told lwj that the man would refuse to talk about it if he pushed. More, he just didn’t think wwx thought this was the right time—he was probably right.

Even though he had brought it up, lwj easily let it fall—although, his brain still skimmed over the reasons to talk about it now, the reasons not to. The main reason to talk about it now wasn’t particularly relevant: the reality that, if something were to come up that made their relationship untenable, they may break up. If they talked about it now, they’d break up, and never have penetrative sex. If they talked about it later, they’d break up after he’d had wwx’s cock inside him. The main risk was he’d regret it—regret sharing his first time with someone he could have had a hard conversation with and discovered they weren’t compatible before giving him a moment he could never repeat with a future mate he did have that conversation with before they went too far.

lwj didn’t think that would happen—the regret part. While he really hoped nothing insurmountable would come up when they discussed what they wanted in life and their relationship, he wasn’t stupid enough to think it would be so easy that everything they wanted in life would line up. There would be hick-ups, places where they would each need to compromise. If something so big they couldn’t work around it came up… that would be heartbreaking, but regardless of whether they went their separate ways, he couldn’t imagine regretting sharing his first time with the older man.

Even in a world where they hadn’t already become so attached, having his first time with wwx was something he would have wanted. The man was kind and gentle, firm when necessary. wwx would make sure he was safe and comfortable, although…

“You can say no,” lwj started, straightening up to stare down at his mate, lounged out and looking so adorably rumpled and lazy, “but I would prefer to see you naked before we have penetrative sex.”

Just like that—just like lwj had suspected would happen—the relaxed man was gone, a being of tension replacing the other alpha. It would have been cute, how tense wwx had become—how he looked a moment from bolting and forcing lwj to give chase—if not for the severity of the moment and his request.

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 5

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“Colour?”

The word seemed to take his sub by surprise, those beautiful silver-grey eyes blinking up at him rapidly until the man finally said, “I— I don’t know? Green, but…”

Silence stretched between them, and while part of lwj wanted to leave his sub to fill it with his words, the younger man really was being quite well-behaved. wwx already seemed to struggle with vocalizing when something wasn’t quite right; to admit that there was a but… lwj was going to take that as enough, even if the man hadn’t completed the sentence, nor even clearly signalled that he might not be feeling entirely okay with the scene.

Then again, that’s what he was here for: to watch and make sure his adorable sub wasn’t pushing himself too far.

lwj’s hand rose to cup his sub’s cheek, thumb rubbing over the soft skin under his eye. “Is the pain too much?”

“No!” the man insisted, bouncing slightly as he frowned up at lwj. “I swear, it doesn’t hurt too much.” A pink tongue slipped out to run over his lips. lwj made a note to start carrying lip chap around with him; the last thing they needed was for wwx’s lips to start falling apart because he was lapping at them in his nervousness.

“But something is wrong,” lwj prompted, softening his expression until he could see Harold gaping slightly in the corner of his vision. While he certainly knew when to be softer with his subs, it was relatively rare outside of aftercare, which he rarely did in the presence of others. Harold had helped him with fittings before, but this was certainly the most detailed and sexual—most of his normal fittings with his subs involved more bossing around and degradation, rather than overt nudity and humiliation—and lwj doubted the older man had ever seen him be so soft with a sub.

A big part of it was simply that his subs were usually professionals, and while even pros messed up, they also weren’t the sort to resist admitting their truth… most of the time. More, when errors in communication happen, it was usually that they hadn’t realized there was a serious problem. Once they noticed the problem, they would vocalize it—at least, the ones he hired through nhs did. Having had professional subs from other sources… Well, there was a reason he generally went back to nhs, despite their different families and strained relationship.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 13

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A small laugh left the older man, the tip of a long, brown finger pressing into lwj’s cheek. “Now don’t you go overthinking our lack of a solid, foundational understanding, now,” he teased, and it was impossible to worry too much when wwx was smiling up at him from his lazy slouch against the sofa, chopsticks held aloft and thankfully not death gripping some spicy weapon or another.

Still, they looked very red and dangerous.

“Shouldn’t we have talked about things more clearly before…” lwj trailed off, uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he had any experience with this sort of relationship, nor even how they were supposed to go. When did you have these sorts of conversations? Probably before you agreed to be mates with someone.

wwx hummed around his food, fingers tapping against his bowl as he chewed and swallowed. He had, once again, stuffed too much into his mouth, and lwj was left watching him fondly as he made a show of chewing… and chewing… and chewing.

“Perhaps you should not stuff your mouth until it is so full?”

The other alpha smiled, teasing energy vibrating out of him as he leaned in closer, nudging his nose against lwj’s jaw and whispering, “It’s all training, so I can get bigger, better things into my mouth~”

lwj’s cock, needy as it was turning out to be, twitched… then leaked. Unfortunately, his mate’s eyes had immediately fallen to it when he pulled back, and lwj was left blushing as the older man laughed and swiped his finger against the wet tip. Eyes huge, lwj could do nothing but watch as wwx slipped his damp fingers into his mouth, moaning and sagging further against the couch he had set their makeshift nest against.

“Delicious, baobei. Maybe I should sip on you for dessert?”

lwj… would have no complaints, other than that eventually his cock was going to give out and refuse to harden back up—not that that would matter. If wwx were willing to fuck him, he would let the older man top him, even if his overstimulated body was begging to be left alone.

Still, obviously, they needed to not just chat about their foundational understanding of their relationship, but also how the next day or so would go.

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 4

I took a day to be sleepy

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He was patience, except when it came to wwx. With his sub, it felt like he could crawl under his skin and make a home inside the man’s chest and still feel as though it weren’t enough. The man was fascinating, his mind an endless trail of thoughts and stories that lwj could spend the rest of his life indulging in. He could see it, was the thing, this life where he would disappear to work, boring and stressful, and return to wwx and the boy he had yet to properly meet. Was A-Yuan as talkative as his father? Would he return to hugs and kisses and a thousand stories of their few hours apart? The things they had learned in school? In podcasts and books and the TV shows and movies lwj was sure his sub loved to watch and yet rarely ever had time to sit down and enjoy?

lwj wanted to give him that time. While he wasn’t a huge fan of such things himself—mostly, he stuck to the things his mother had watched with him before her death when the urge to sit in front of the TV hit him—he would gladly arrange for his sub’s son to spend time with his cousins all so they could sit together in his living room and watch whatever wwx’s heart desired. wwx, his eyes glued to the screen; lwj’s eyes glued to the adorable man, just as they were now.

A broken whimper exploded out of wwx as his fingers continued tugging at his cock, slow and pained. lwj’s attention once more catalogued the moment: the slight shake of his sub’s arms and legs, the way he was touching himself so slowly, his fingers barely even moving the skin of his cock, from what lwj could tell. Still, the man dripped almost obscenely.

lwj had always appreciated how wet some men became, creating puddles on their stomachs as they were fucked and edged and tortured. It was part of why he kept his subs so free of hair: so he could teach their bodies to leak more, to create more of a mess for him to chastise them over without it actually being a nuisance to clean up their pubic hair on the rare occasion he didn’t directly follow a scene with a shower.

wwx was by far the wettest sub he had ever had, however, and oh, how he loved it. Images of himself, drinking up wwx’s precum while the man writhed and begged for release filled his mind as he stood, approaching his sub yet again because wwx was both a good boy and the sort to pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t.

The man’s eyes were huge as he approached, an edge of something almost tasting of fear—or apprehension, perhaps—in them as lwj stopped in front of him. Still, his hand moved.

Such a good boy.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 12

Missed a day to be sleepy~

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“I should go,” the younger man finally sighed during a break in wwx’s mumbles about the things they would do together. “I don’t know if it will help if my brother arrives to the sound of you expounding upon the ways you want to defile me.”

Really, lwj thought, placing a reasonably sized piece of food into his mouth as his mate continued stuffing himself full, almost as though he thought the food could be taken from him at any moment, they shouldn’t be talking about any of this in wwx’s courtyard at all. Who knew who could enter and overhear—

“wwx is what?” Ah~ there was the ire of jzxuan’s brother.

On the screen, jzxuan blanched, glancing across the courtyard. “I have to go,” he said, some of the previous confidence he had held within himself vanishing along with his image.

“Do you think… he will be okay?”

“Sure,” wwx said, shrugging and stuffing more food into himself. “I mean… I think he’s oddly confident enough in this situation to talk back to jgy? Not that he shouldn't be confident in it or anything? More like… for how new everything is, I don’t really think jgy will be able to put more doubts into his head? A-Xuan… I think he already knows that things are really unsettled? That any questions we all have about how things are going to work between us just don’t have answers at the moment? I would be more worried if jgy could sit him down and start being this question and that, planting seeds of doubt into his pretty little head, but those doubts and questions already exist in all of us.”

Waving vaguely between the two of them, lwj’s mate added that while things were more settled between the two of them, they really hadn’t talked about what being mates meant for the pair of them either. “There’s more of this energy that we’ll make things work between us, somehow and this prioritization of each other? At least, that what I think we’ve settled on, anyways?”

lwj nodded slowly. That had been about what he was thinking as well. As much as they had no idea where their lives would go from here, he had understood agreeing to be mates to mean that they would be taking each other into account in their decision-making. Probably, it would still be messy, but hopefully things would work out and—

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 3

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Gaze sweeping lazily over his sub, lwj catalogued each of his little twitches and moans. The way his toes gripped into the mat now under his feet. The pull of his lower lip between his teeth. The flutter of his eyelashes. The constant drip of precum out of his adorable, tortured little cock.

lwj had spent so much time analyzing his subs, each aspect of them tucked away so he could learn their tells. One of his favourite subs had had a habit of pulling his shoulders back into far too straight a posture when stressed—it had always been a sign that he needed a little extra care that day, that it would take far less to break him and that he wanted to be broken down into pieces for lwj to slowly slide them back together.

Another sub had been the sort to start crying only when he was mentally okay. If that particular sub refused to cry, his nails digging into his palms hard enough to leave half moons, his teeth occasionally biting into his lips and tongue hard enough to draw blood, lwj had fucked up; after that first time it happened, the man dropping when lwj pushed him too hard in search of those beautiful, tear-filled eyes, it should never have happened again. Of course, life wasn’t that easy, and scenes were never that easy or flawless.

Everyone fucked up, was the thing—everyone missed signs of both their own drops and those of the people they were sharing the scene with. lwj had no doubt he would miss wwx dropping again, new as they were to one another, unpredictable as the man was—inexperienced with sex in general as well. He also had little doubt that if he himself began to drop, wwx would never see it coming. That was yet another thing they needed to take some time to talk about, but how was he supposed to pull time away from enjoying wwx’s company to discuss such unpleasant things?

wwx frowned slightly when lwj’s lips twitched, the smallest of smiles pulling at his face because it was funny; he was so used to being the one with all the self-control. From the moment he was born, he was practically a rock, even his mother joking that he barely cried when he needed anything. When he’d finally been moved onto solid foods, he had never shown any annoyance with the horror of being made to wait mere seconds for food to be put in front of him. Instead, he would sit calmly with whatever toy he’d been left with, even if his meal was late, his stomach complaining that food was needed now.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 11

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Probably, it was just that while lxc was still wary of wwx, especially given their age difference, at least they had something more solidly defined, even if there were still a thousand little questions of what they were doing and how everything would work lingering between them. With jzxuan, there was nothing even remotely solid. As much as wwx spoke of being too cute with the younger man as well, there was no guarantee it would work until they were all together.

Could they fuck and make it back to Lotus Pier in the next 24 hours? lwj imagined they could; he didn’t like the question of if things would work hanging over them.

“Yeah… I should. Maybe it’ll give me the upper hand if I’m already sitting out there, staring into the abyss, when they show up?”

“It can’t hurt!” wwx mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“Trying to get rid of me so you can get your cock into ZhanZhan?” jzxuan asked, teasing laced through his voice as he batted his eyes at the phone.

“I already told you,” wwx replied, already stuffing another mouthful of food into himself despite the risk of choking on his food, “you’re free to watch. You’re the one being all—” he waved his chopsticks about, unable to not gesticulate even when he was liable to take an eye out “—weird about not being here.”

jzxuan did have the decency to blush, even as he muttered something unintelligible, staring resolutely at his feet as he made his way back through wwx’s house, towards the door. “I’ll be there next time, hopefully.”

“Definitely,” lwj’s mate corrected with far more confidence than he himself had.

Had the older alpha repeatedly mentioned how much he enjoyed the scent of jzxuan, lingering within lwj’s own? Yes, but nothing felt solid. Nothing felt stable enough to not add caveats to every statement of later and next time and someday.

Still, his mate went on as though everything were set as jzxuan exited the house, peering around and finding no one waiting for him—yet. It was cute. lwj really hoped it all came true—that they could find some way to be happy together in a place where none of them felt like they were compromising for the others.

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 2

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Instead, he would just have to watch more carefully. It wasn’t like it was uncommon for subs to get into a bit of a mood, their complaints coming faster or slower than normal as their brains dragged them this way or that.

Sometimes, as the dom, one had to accept that they were going to need to attend to their sub more carefully and take care of them more thoroughly because they weren’t in a position to take care of themself. lwj knew some subs and doms preferred to only play when they were in the perfect mood, but that had never seemed reasonable to him; the idea of defining a perfect mood seemed inane, and with someone like wwx, nigh impossible. It wasn’t as though it were just his penchant to cover his needs or the occasional moment where he worked himself into a panic, either; rather, it was his personality.

The man was bright and scattered, moving so fast that while lwj could still feel a little tension within him from the small disaster of their morning, he had effectively moved past it. Someone like wwx was unlikely to ever find a mood he could define as perfect for the simple fact that he was so ephemeral, the mood of two minutes ago different from the current one. To force him to only play when in the perfect mood was to tell him his brain was too fucked up to play. lwj knew doms who would reject him as a sub for that. lwj wasn’t one of them, even if the other man was inevitably more work.

Fortunately, lwj enjoyed the extra work—the extra care—that his sub required in order to get through a scene. If his brain were to run away from him for the rest of time, lwj would only be so lucky to be the one standing there, ready to catch wwx wherever he happened to land.

Still, if wwx seemed to always be in a position where him putting his needs and comfort first wasn’t particularly likely… Yeah, lwj needed to sit him down and have another conversation about it all. Until then, being attentive to his sub’s needs! Making sure he didn’t push himself too far, while making equal sure he knew his efforts to communicate were perfect and appreciated.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 10

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The older man’s tongue lapped at his lips, trying to force itself inside despite a previous threat that if wwx tried to lick spice into lwj’s mouth again, he would bite his tongue. Unfortunately, his mate knew him too well: there was no way he would bite hard enough for it to actually act as a deterrent; he liked wwx’s kisses too much to risk actual injury.

“Xian-gege~” lwj half-moaned, half-complained when the other alpha managed to get a little of his food’s overwhelming spice into him.

The evil man pulled back, sticking out his red-hot tongue in invitation for lwj to bite it. It was a trap. It was definitely a trap, laden with spice and heat that would leave him blinking back tears. Still, lwj leaned in, nipping at wwx’s tongue and earning him a giggle—two giggles, jzxuan’s laughter following a moment later.

“You two are too cute. It’s disgusting. You definitely need to be this cute around our brothers, just to piss them off.”

“And with you,” wwx told him, turning away from lwj to the phone, where jzxuan had reappeared, presumably with pants. “We’re gonna be sickeningly cute with you, too. No one will be able to stand us— Ah… maybe not around Wen Qing, not until you get to know her, though? She’s so grumpy, she’ll probably dump cold water on us—or just me, which is so mean! That woman has it out for me!”

wwx puffed his cheeks out, looking the put upon child. It was adorable, and despite the risk of more heat being forced into him, lwj still leaned in to plant a kiss on his mate’s pouting cheek.

“Do you need to go?” lwj asked, turning back to jzxuan.

While his friend didn’t exactly look nervous, he didn’t look excited to be having this talk with his brother either. lwj couldn’t blame him; had it been him, he probably would have disappeared into the wind. Let his brother hunt him down to talk about it. Yes, lxc didn’t approve of wwx—he had made that exceptionally clear—but something in the way jgy talked about the situation was worse. Plus, his brother’s perception of wwx had largely been based on jgy’s own opinion and rumours he was choosing to believe the worst of.

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The Damage You Do: ch 37, pt 1

New chapter, woo~

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lwj was both impressed and mildly horrified that his sub had managed to get hard yet again. Surely, he must be aching by this point, his poor little cock at risk of being rubbed past the point of pain if this went on, especially considering what was yet to come.

Fortunately, as much as the man was letting out the occasional whimper, he didn’t seem to be in too much pain, something in the pull of his eyes, the slightly quivering frown tugging at his lips… It all amounted to some discomfort, but with enjoyment still lingering there. As long as wwx wasn’t in too much pain, lwj would let him continue. Still, his attention glued impossibly harder to his sub.

It definitely wasn’t ideal that he didn’t trust his sub to voice if the pain became too great. Ironically, many subs were instead known for whining before things truly became untenable—and in wwx’s defence, he had occasionally voiced discomfort long before lwj would ever have cared to change anything. Something told lwj that the wwx standing before him now wouldn’t do more than tear up, bite his lip, and keep pushing, should he reach the point of excruciating pain.

That should have been a reason to end the scene.

That should have been a reason to sit down and properly lay out the guidelines that wwx was struggling to internalize yet again.

lwj couldn’t do it. He couldn’t stop this, not for something like this.

Part of it was lwj didn’t want the scene to end, enjoyable as they were both finding it, several more plans in the works for the rest of their visit to the establishment.

A bigger part of it was that wwx was being good, overall. The other man was talking about his wants more freely, calling for help and not forcing himself through everything. That was a lot of progress considering how much he had been holding inside just hours earlier. lwj should stop everything, but to do so risked brushing aside wwx’s efforts to communicate better.

Stopping the scene because he still couldn’t completely be trusted to communicate everything a professional sub knew to? There was no way lwj would risk the blow of not good enough that would give his sub.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 9

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lwj shifted his gaze back to the phone, which was aimed at the bedroom door, rather than his friend. “Zixuan, are you not wearing underwear?”

“Uh…”

Well, that was definitely an answer, as was the flash of skin lwj received when jzxuan set the phone back on the bed, pointing it back towards himself. Lovely thighs that lwj hoped to one day leave biting kisses over—it had seemed the sort of thing that would lead to him wrapping his mouth around his friend’s cock, so he had so far resisted—filled the screen, wwx’s sweater sweeping their tops and just barely hiding jzxuan’s dick. The man stepped back, tugged the sweater up just the slightest bit, revealing the soft tip of his penis, before he vanished, presumably to find pants.

lwj’s own dick was very rudely intent on hardening back up yet again.

“My sweet little boy, are you close to your rut?” his mate asked, peering down at his needy appendage.

“No,” lwj said, feeling less confident in his understanding of when his next rut would be every time he or someone else wondered about it. “With my scent sensitivity… could something be causing it to come sooner?”

wwx mumbled something about asking his doctor friend around a mouthful of food. Then he choked, and while lwj diligently patted his back, it was deserved.

“Do not talk with your mouth full,” he chastised, jzxuan’s laughter filtering through the phone.

“Choking on food is just a part of life!” wwx attempted to say, the sentiment splintered by another round of coughing and hacking.

“I do not wish you to die from eating and chatting simultaneously,” lwj replied severely, levelling a look at the older alpha. One would think after so many years of life the other man would learn. Somehow, lwj had a feeling he would be thinking that for the rest of his life, and yet, he would constantly find himself surprised when wwx did yet another thing that he really should know not to.

Soft, spice-tainted lips pressed to his. “I don’t want to die before I tell you all my thoughts,” wwx mumbled against him, lwj clamping his mouth closed because he’d been tricked into spicy-laden kisses before. Never again.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 17

Might be no update tomorrow. Depends if we bother doing anything for Canada Day or not.

Previously

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“Alright!” Lyra's cheered, stepping back to look at the notes that Leo may or may not have been making on his tablet. “On to the next set of measurements!”

wwx knew what was coming. While the nipples had been something of a surprise—his dom had only asked if he was fine being touched there, not specifying that touching would involve measuring each in such excruciating detail—he had discussed more specifically what this next part would entail, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, as though this entire situation wasn’t meant to bring him into uncomfortable arousal.

Lyra’s eyes shifted slowly down his body. It wasn’t exactly sexual, more a clinical evaluation of his entire being—a checking of her work, making sure she hadn’t missed anything before moving on to the part he had both been dreading and yearning for in equal measure. “Oh dear,” she didn’t quite sigh, tilting her head and assessing his dick. “I see you were unable to become less affected by the service.”

As if on cue, precum dribbled out of him—a faucet that couldn’t quite close; a drip, drip, drip of mortification flowing out of him for the eyes of everyone because every fucking person in the area was currently staring at his dick.

His very hard, very aching dick.

Fucking hell.

“Unfortunately, we can’t continue the service with you like that. So, if you could please take care of it,” she said, verbatim with what she had told him the first time.

“Do I have to?” he didn’t quite whine, almost immediately regretting his words when the energy seeping out of his dom shifted.

“wy, do not dally,” the man said, sharp and demanding and forcing more precum out of him. If the man reprimanded him enough, would he come from words alone? Honestly, wwx was almost willing to bet he would. Perhaps not now, with his dick aching and begging him to just not with the sex stuff again, but one day, he would like to try.

A whimper escaped him as he nodded, muttering a soft, pathetic sounding, “Sorry, Mr. Lan,” before his fingers were once more wrapping around his cock, pain and pleasure both racketing through his body, turning his knees weak and sending his abs quivering as he once more began tugging one out for his audience.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 8

Might be no update tomorrow.

Previously

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“When is your birthday?” lwj asked as his mate appeared with a tray of food containing far too much food. If he tripped, it would be a disaster of spice and glass and staining sauces.

“October,” his mate replied, the grin plastered over his face screaming that he knew lwj hadn’t been asking him.

“February,” jzxuan added. “Why?”

Shaking his head as he was forced to rise and grab the tray from the older man before he toppled it everywhere, lwj simply told his friend that he had been curious which of them was older. “I have been thinking of you as younger. I realized I should confirm the truth.”

“Even if he wasn’t younger,” wwx yelled from the kitchen, which he had bolted back to having realized he had forgotten utensils, “he gives total baby vibes. He’s definitely the youngest in spirit! Just begging to be disciplined and— Oh, fuck!” A chorus of clattering and muttered curses followed, although even in his brief time with the man, lwj had learned which sounds and curses actually meant something was wrong. These were nothing to be overly concerned about.

“I actually think he’s the youngest in spirit,” jzxuan noted around his last mouthful of food, his hands already moving as he gathered his dishes. For a moment, he vanished off-screen, the soft tinging of dishes being put into their proper place for later cleaning following before lwj’s view of the house was moving.

“How are the bunnies?”

“Hmm… okay? No one seems too traumatized or anything. Wouldn’t be surprised if a few have to get used to humans again, though.”

They’d been working on socializing the bunnies over the last few days, getting them used to voices and physical handling. The fact that their screaming brothers had set that back was unsurprising. Hopefully the damage could be undone with a little patience.

“Where are we going?” lwj asked as his mate reappeared with the necessary utensils.

“I need pants.”

“I dunno,” wwx mused, already reaching towards his impressively red food with grabby hands as he dropped down beside lwj. “My house is pretty private. You could probably go pantsless.” The man titled his head, mouth hanging open, a piece of food gripped between his chopsticks and hovering before his mouth. “Might want undies.”

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 16

I may have forgotten I changed the days I am posting again and missed Thursday.

Previously

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Lyra peeked back at lwj, smiling so innocently, she must have practiced in front of a mirror. “Thank you for the praise, Mr. Lan. I do take great pride in my work.” Turning back to him, she told wwx the state of him wouldn’t interfere for the moment. “Eventually, however…” she sighed, peeking down at him and shaking her head. “Well, you may want to work on being… less affected by the service.”

Yeah, cause that was going to work. wwx was pretty fucking sure he could think about practically anything at the moment, and no matter how vile or disgusting it was, his dick would struggle to soften up. It was just the fact that he could feel so many eyes on him that made softening up virtually impossible. Seriously, that was probably the only reason he’d softened up a bit while they’d been dealing with his feet: everyone had politely looked away. Now, their eyes were back, and the little boner he’d acquired while being held by lwj wasn’t going anywhere.

Still, he gave Lyra a soft nod, telling her and lwj both that he would try his hardest, knowing he would do no such thing.

Lyra nodded decisively, accepting back her instrument of torture before beginning on his nipples anew. “As we were interrupted, I’m afraid we’ll have to do this part again,” she said, some mix of reprimand and professional severity in her voice. After so much time with the woman, wwx could also see the tiniest bit of teasing mirth in her eyes. It was slight, but there because despite this being a job, the woman was definitely enjoying herself.

Curious—wwx really hoped he had a chance to talk with her more once they were finished. If he asked what she enjoyed about this, would she answer him? He didn’t know enough about her—or even sex roleplay in general, let alone something that included hired actors—to guess at whether it was just pride that she was doing a good job, or if she had some kink that was letting her enjoy the situation.

wwx hissed at cool fingers and then metal pressed to his nipple again, one then the other, the tool that he still couldn’t remember the damn name of—and seriously, why hadn’t he taken the break in the scene as a chance to ask what it was called!?—squeezing delicately around each hard little nub. Of course, his cock almost immediately began dripping once more, and in the moments of silence—the brief pockets of time when none of the staff were chattering about how sensitive he was, about how his cock was leaking and twitching and just begging for someone to touch it yet again—he could hear the soft patter of his precum dropping onto the fabric under his feet.