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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 14

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Previously

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Probably, he would have blown it up back when he was first kicked out, jc refusing to even try and get him something to wear for job interviews, jyl apologizing and claiming that she couldn’t take that much money out of her account without her mom growing suspicious. Yet, she’d bought frivolous things all the time, and even if yzy had figured it out—and at his most desperate, he would have accepted a few bucks to go to a thrift store, nothing she would have noticed when both his siblings regularly withdrew hundreds a week and were never asked for receipts—what was the worst she could do? Cut jyl off for a little bit? Oh, the tragedy of not being able to buy designer clothes for a few months. Meanwhile, he had—

It didn’t matter—it really didn’t. It was long in the past, and he’d made it through.

He had made it through and come out as a mostly well-adjusted person, all things considered. Sure, there were panic attacks, but overall, he was a happy person! That was more than a lot of people could say. Plus, he had the Wens, and more importantly, he had A-Yuan. While he would spend the rest of his existence wishing the terrible things that had brought his son to him had never occurred, there was no part of him that wished to erase his own terrible past.

Without his past—without every terrible, beautiful, traumatizing step along the way—he wouldn’t have been in a position to take A-Yuan. Maybe he would already be dead in some gang war. Maybe he would be back in China, attempting to expand the Jiang empire at great risk to himself. Maybe no one would have been there to save A-Yuan, a thousand little things having led the Wens to realize just how terrible things were for the boy—things he himself had been part of.

So no, wwx wouldn’t regret his life, messy as it had been, for the simple fact that he had been there at the perfect moment to love that little boy.

“Are you ready to continue?” Lyra asked, snapping wwx out of his strange, wandering thoughts.

He had been inside his head for several moments, he thought. Had Lyra spoken to him before this, her words only now reaching him? Or had she seen something in his expression to suggest his mind was elsewhere—that he needed a moment to think over silly, sad things before they could continue?

Maybe that was why his dom had chosen her? Some ability to read his ADHD brain and the patience to wait for it to smarten the fuck up?

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 5

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Previously

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“Aww~ look at your soft little penis leaking~” his terrible mate cooed, popping up at lwj’s side and smelling of spice that he rather hoped wasn’t ubiquitous in whatever food wwx had ordered. “Leaking, all because of A-Xuan’s growl?” he teased, leaning in until he could tilt his head and smile at jzxuan. “Now, I know you expressed more of an interest in A-Zhan sticking his cock in you, but given his reaction—”

wwx cut off as lwj smacked him in the face with a pillow. A squeak and giggle escaped the older man before he was ripping the pillow out of lwj’s hands and lunging for him. For all that the older man was trimmer than lwj, age almost certainly having taken at least some toll on his muscle composition, the man was still extremely strong. For several moments, they were evenly matched. Granted, if he hadn’t been holding on to the phone, jzxuan quiet on the other end as the camera no doubt gave him a chaotic view of their wresting, lwj was sure he would have won easily.

Then, wwx growled.

It was soft and low, not exactly threatening but still holding all the dominance of an alpha growl, and then, lwj was falling limp—compliant.

“Such a good boy~” the older man cooed, voice gravelly and still holding that edge of authority that had lwj whimpering; he wasn’t sure he had ever whimpered under the oppression of a growl before. Even when he was a child, his uncle attempting to reprimand him with a growl of disapproval, it had rarely affected him.

wwx growling at him, though? That had him melting, his cock throbbing between them as the man leered down at him. His mate, grinned, shifting his hips until his clothed cock was grinding against lwj. “Fuck, we so need to talk about how you want me to fuck your greedy little hole, baobei. The ways I could make you submit, if you’re into that~”

lwj nodded, far too enthusiastic. He didn’t care. The idea of the older man making him submit—making him present himself for his mate’s enjoyment…

“Yeah? You want to mount you, sweet little mate of mine? You want me to wind you up until you’re begging for my cock? Presenting your little hole to me and pretending to be the omega fuck hole you were meant to be for me?”

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 13

Back to Sun-Thur updates until at least September.

CN: wwx continuing to think that including Lyra as a more active participant in a scene could be fun; doesn't mean it will happen, it's just where his mind has gone

Previously

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A collection of shots of them together slotted into his mind, his mind catching on one of him straddling lwj while Lyra taught him how to jerk off properly, her hand snaked around him to tug on his cock, her breasts pressed into his back—lwj might be gay, but he still liked nice boobs, and Lyra’s… yeah. Lyra had nice boobs.

That… was actually something he would need to talk to lwj about at some point: why he had chosen Lyra to do this to him. Somehow, he figured virtually all of the staff lingering on the edges of their scene, laughing and occasionally making snide comments about his dick, could have done exactly what Lyra was. So, why her? It wasn’t like lwj, man lover that he was, would particularly care for her place in the scene, but maybe that was exactly it? A desire for her to disappear into the background of the scene? A removing of even more of the sexual energy from her person than her professional and sometimes silly attitude already accomplished? It wasn’t like he himself felt anything sexual for her—if anything, most of the time, he was split between annoyance with her and an appreciation for how fucking cold-hearted she was.

Whatever lwj’s reasoning, wwx had no idea, but he liked her, and the fact that she was making sure he was okay? Yeah, that just made him like her even more—and the way she smiled when he told her she’d done a good job? It was so cute—so full of sunshine that melted into his heart.

Well… maybe it was more like it melted over his heart, sending little shudders of happiness through him because he had been responsible for her comfort and ease returning? There was no way she’d be going into his heart, that was reserved for his kid! For the Wens! For… well, not really for his siblings anymore, a thousand cracks having left their portion of his heart crumbling on the side. It was still there, and a good contractor could definitely reattach that love, but contractors were expensive, and… and he wasn’t sure anymore what sort of gestures his once-siblings could make that could pay the cost of repairs.

If there was also a contractor building a new area in his heart using lwj’s treatment of him as payment… well, that was between his heart and the contractor. He had no part in what was happening in there—seriously, if he had any control, he would, for one, stopped that nonsense as it was an epically bad idea, and for another, he probably would have knocked down the section that housed his siblings a long time ago.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 4

Hello. Going by to Sun-Thur updates for the next few months at least~

Previously

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Still… lwj really was famished, and after a moment of glaring at his mate’s hovering hand, the other man dropped it, and he dutifully let himself be shifted back into their makeshift nest. wwx, despite being older and groaning dramatically as he pulled himself off the floor and began to complain about floor sex, skipped off to get the food, yelling about needing to reheat it as he went.

“He’s hyper,” jzxuan noted. The younger man looked better than when they had both fallen asleep—more rested, more settled. He was still wearing the heavily scented sweater wwx had directed him to, and lwj was pretty sure the pillow sitting in the chair next to his friend was his own, covered in his sandalwood from their days sleeping next to one another.

Humming noncommittally—wwx was hyper, but lwj had seen him worse off in terms of bouncing around like he was secretly a child in a man’s body—lwj snuggled further into the bedding wwx had stolen from his bed. It smelled of him, and lwj liked it. It felt like something—someone—was missing. “Are you feeling better?”

jzxuan gave a slightly more convincing hum. “I am. The food helped. The sweater and pillow, even more so.” As though to demonstrate, the younger man pulled the collar of the sweater up and just breathed. Even through the screen, lwj could see a glassy haze fall over the man’s eyes. “Still miss you both, but it’s less… urgent and all-consuming. Is it weird to miss A-Xian, even though we haven’t really spent much time together? I think the longest conversation we’ve had is while you were out.”

lwj didn’t think it was weird. It had been like that with him and wwx as well—with him and jzxuan as well, although to a slightly lesser extent. This sort of instant connection that came into existence and just felt so right.

“Do you want us—”

“Do not finish that sentence,” the other alpha growled, actual dominance echoing out of the sound and vibrating through lwj and making his cock twitch and spurt a mortifying amount of precum.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 12

CN: wwx thinking he'd be okay with Lyra touching him sexually another day, most of it is in the next update tho

Previously

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Diligent as he was, the other man tugged at the mat under him a little, demanded wwx wiggle on it, had him shift his weight, making sure it was stable enough for him. “Occasionally,” lwj finally said when he was satisfied and standing once more. “Someone I know regularly kidnaps me and forces me to attend lectures. I have had subs who enjoy going to gatherings, where exposure to new things is common. Sometimes I find new things that hit just right, other times, I use what I see as inspiration for things to add into already enjoyable scenes… or what to never do.”

“Hit just right?” wwx repeated, unable to let that particular phrasing go. That shit had definitely come from nhs, and it was killing him to not laugh about it and point it out. Not friends his ass.

lwj glared at him, but there was no bite behind it. “Yes,” he said, before turning and returning to his seat, Lyra popping up to continue as though nothing had happened… almost, anyways.

“Are you okay to continue?” she asked, her tone oddly soft and almost… normal, and oh.

This was normal Lyra, not working in a store that organizes weird sex scenes Lyra. While it was her job, and wwx was sure that clients must regularly have moments of panic and regret—he imagined a lot of people thought they would be okay being naked in front of so many people only to realize once their cock was out that no, actually, they weren’t okay with it after all. All that probably took a toll on her.

The same way that lwj seemed to need to discuss things that made him panic, Lyra might be the same. The same way that when A-Yuan was hurt—emotionally or physically—while in any member of his family’s care, they ruminated on it, wondering if there was something they could have done differently. Currently, wwx was partially in Lyra’s care, and perhaps she felt the same desire to want to confirm that she hadn’t messed up—that there was nothing she could have done to keep him just a little bit safer.

“I’m okay,” he promised her, blushing as he quietly admitted he was enjoying what she was doing. “It’s not your fault it, ah… made my feet too wet. Well, it is your fault, but the good type of fault. You’re doing a good job.”

Were they supposed to be talking like this? wwx had no idea, but he liked the woman, even if she was being paid to be mean to him. While Lyra wasn’t exactly touching him in a sexual manner—there was just something about the energy between them that still seemed like tortured client and a woman taking her job very seriously—wwx could imagine a world where he’d be okay with her touching him more sexually by her while lwj watched.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 3

Previously

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“You’re just too cute, and I am so, so, so done holding back my scent. I already ordered us some of the foods I’ve been talking to A-Xuan about, which limit scent depth a bit. Plus, I have creams—some have to be applied right beforehand, but others have to sit for a bit… and they’re all generally better once they’ve been washed off after sitting for a bit,” he added, shuddering as he muttered about how truly awful some of the options tasted. “Most of the stuff has to build up to be effective, so I won’t be able to scent you too much—although you can do me! I’ve been keeping myself baseline immune for a long time. Just baseline, though. I should probably up my dosage of everything as well…”

The older man made a considering noise before shaking himself and shooting lwj a flirty smile that had his heart melting. “Unfortunately, you’re so sensitive that you’ll still have to get a bit of everything in your system before you can scent me. I wouldn’t want us going back with you stinking of me~”

lwj had a feeling his mate would actually love that. It was unfortunate they lived in a world where such things were impossible—at least, here they were; in their lives, they were.

“When will food get here?” lwj asked over the sound of his stomach growling. While he and jzxuan had eaten breakfast, that had been nearly twelve hours earlier—airplane and airport food were distinctly not things he would be eating unless absolutely necessary, and he hadn’t foreseen ending up so entwined with his mate that they wouldn’t even break for food before he passed out.

“It’s sitting outside,” wwx cooed down at lwj’s stomach like the child he was inside—silly, just waiting to tease and act like he were decades younger than even lwj.

“Do not,” lwj warned as his terrible mate made a move to poke or pat—it was unclear which—his stomach… or worse, his cock. As much as the older man had pushed aside his immediate need to be satisfied with the promise that they could scent a bit after a few steps—had it been a promise? it had seemed like a promise—his cock was still quite interested in more, despite the dip it had taken when wwx had first said they couldn’t do more.

If his mate touched it, lwj was unlikely to care too much about wwx’s opinion on the matter—not unless it was an actual no, rather than the clearly joking no of moments earlier.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 11

Previously

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“I can be…” lwj told him, golden-brown eyes flicking between wwx’s and giving the impression that he was contemplating wwx’s words and designing some silly scene for them to enact soon… hopefully in a few days.

wwx wanted to be able to enjoy himself to his fullest—small as that might be—after all!

Harold, who had briefly vanished to chat with Lyra, reappeared to tell lwj the verdict just as wwx was giving in to the urge to rut softly against his dom’s leg. Their hips didn’t quite match up, unfortunately—or was it fortunately? Fucking himself against his dom’s cock would be nice, but there was something so nicely embarrassing about it being his leg instead…

“You know this entire thing is fucking me up, right, Mr. Lan?” he asked, grinning up at the man, lest he think that was a bad thing. It wasn’t, but seriously, he was going to have issues finding a partner who would want to do these things with him whenever lwj was done with him. Maybe this was why people turned to being professional subs? They could find someone who matched their wants and had the money to make it happen… plus get paid… a lot.

But… wouldn’t that sort of professional arrangement come with all the stuff they didn’t want as well? That didn’t seem very sensible—wwx was still hoping lwj never tried to spank him, but well… if the man really wanted to, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop him.

lwj gazed down at wwx, seeming to analyze every aspect of his face and smile. Given the man had already proven he could see through his highly cultivated fake-smile—wwx still had no idea how, even yzy having struggled to see through it when he was younger—perhaps he was looking for a sign he was actually distressed at finding out about all these little kinks he had? He wouldn’t find any distress, no matter how long he looked.

The man hummed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to wwx’s forehead that had him rising onto his tip toes in an attempt to make it last longer. “wy has been a very good boy. I hope to continue subjecting you to things that fuck you up.”

Was finding amusement in lwj’s return of his words silly? Yes. Was it also the cutest fucking thing for the man to say back? Also fucking yes.

“Do you ever come across things you didn’t know you were into before?” wwx asked as lwj helped situate him on the bathmat the employees had returned with and then struggled to remove the tags from, much to the amusement of their coworkers.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 2

Previously

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It didn’t matter—he would have a proper conversation with wwx about it later. For now, he was perfectly content to pretend to be asleep, wwx’s fingers drawing circles over his hips and dipping closer and closer to his ass.

A sensible person would probably have some self-control and not begin to rut against his mate. After all, he needed to still be able to get it up if they decided to go ahead with the whole penetrative sex thing tonight, and he’d already come so many times today.

lwj, however, was sleepy and finally together with his mate once more. Sensibility had been left at wwx’s door… or possibly back in Lotus Pier.

A soft laugh rumbled out of wwx as lwj couldn’t stop his hips from shifting, unsure whether to seek more pressure on his cock or to urge his mate’s fingers closer to his hole. “I can’t tell if you’re just horny in your sleep, or a naughty little slut pretending to be asleep.”

wwx’s laughter turned to cackles when lwj couldn’t suppress a whimper. “Sneaky little slut it is then,” he teased, that lovely hand that had been harassing lwj’s ass rising to tug gently at his hair. “Good evening,” he cooed when lwj finally opened his eyes, the man’s smile sharp as he leaned in to clasp their lips together.

One little peck, sweet and soft, and then it was all teeth and tongue, wwx’s forcing his way into lwj’s mouth and completely overwhelming him. wwx was the one with the experience, and lwj was at his mercy, being manhandled until he was straddling the older man’s lap and rutting almost uncontrollably against him.

“Fuck~” wwx moaned when they broke apart, the other alpha immediately shifting to trail wet, biting kisses over his jaw before finding his neck, a growl erupting out of him before lwj found himself being tugged back out of his mate’s reach by the hand still wound into his hair. “Don’t take this the wrong way, baobei, but I can’t.”

If he wasn’t supposed to take it the wrong way, lwj had no idea how he was supposed to take that. Unfortunately, the hand in his hair was keeping him still, wwx’s other arm wrapped so tightly around his waist he doubted he could get away without a fight. Fortunately, his mate was quick to clarify what he was talking about.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 10

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Hello again ._.

So, I know this is a bit deranged, but I injured my foot and can't go for my twice daily walks (although I have hopes that later this week I will be able to!). As a creature of near obsessive habit, this has left my life in a disarray, and writing fanfiction kept getting pushed aside.

I return. I likely won't be posting Tuesday or Wednesday this week, and then because my partner is visiting for a few months, my posting schedule might change based on date nights and general chaos (creature of habit, and all).

But I swear! Even when I vanish for spans of time, I shall return to my beloved stories!

Previously

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Seriously, what was wrong with him? He’d never even thought about other people doing things like this to him before. Sure, there had been some passing thoughts about enjoying the idea of people seeing his cocklet, but this entire situation was so, so much more, and—

And nothing. It was perfect, and lwj was there, summoning over Harold because wwx was continuing to babble without actually intending to, a soft train of “Yes, yes, please? Can you?” leaving his mouth without permission.

It was perfect, and lwj was there with him, his abnormally large cock once again hardening in his pants—and when had it softened? Probably when he had also been softening, in the midst of his disgust over his too-wet feet and the cum splattered over them. Now, listening to the soft sound of his dom questioning Harold as to whether he thought Lyra would be comfortable with such a thing—and wwx was really happy to learn that the employees’ comfort was taken into account—both of them were stiffening again.

If he started to rut against his dom’s leg, would lwj stop him?

Something told wwx, that under the current circumstances, he might not. Still, wwx was hyper aware of just how sore his poor little dick was getting. The gentleness of his last two orgasms had definitely helped, but it was definitely complaining about having blood pumped into it yet again—not complaining so much it couldn’t get hard again, but definitely letting him know that eventually it would be filing a workplace complaint—

wwx snorted, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress the silly image of his dick submitting a complaint about this treatment. How would it fill out the paperwork? Could he type it out with his cock? Mix ink into his cum? It was all so highly inappropriate, and yet—

“What is so funny?” lwj asked, giving wwx’s hair a gentle tug and removing him from the safety of his chest. The soft look that greeted wwx when he met his dom’s eyes… wwx didn’t think it would matter what he said he was laughing about; it felt like lwj would continue giving him that look of soft appreciation even if he claimed he was laughing about one of A-Yuan’s so-totally-not-funny TV shows and then went on to describe it in excruciating—and again, not funny!—detail.

Resting his chin on the man’s chest, wwx grinned up at him and related his ridiculous thoughts about his dick submitting a complaint to human resources. “Are you human resources?” he asked, wondering if the Lans had anything like that. The Jiangs didn’t—you just sucked it up or quietly murdered someone. For the Nies, however, one of nhs’s minions—although wwx had his doubts as to whether nmj knew the woman was actually beholden to his younger sibling—had become the de facto person anyone with a problem with their coworkers went to for help.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 45, pt 1

Slide back into existence

Hello again ._.

So, I know this is a bit deranged, but I injured my foot and can't go for my twice daily walks (although I have hopes that later this week I will be able to!). As a creature of near obsessive habit, this has left my life in a disarray, and writing fanfiction kept getting pushed aside.

I return. I likely won't be posting Tuesday or Wednesday this week, and then because my partner is visiting for a few months, my posting schedule might change based on date nights and general chaos (creature of habit, and all).

But I swear! Even when I vanish for spans of time, I shall return to my beloved stories!

Previously (main story)

Previously (extra)

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lwj woke to the soft sound of his mate and friend chatting, wwx’s scent shifting through the air and wrapping around him until the spicy heat of it was just as comforting as the arms wrapped gently around him. He had enjoyed waking up next to jzxuan, one or both of them usually sporting a hard-on. Waking up next to the older man was just as nice, his cock almost immediately twitching and attempting to come to attention against the other alpha’s hip.

Immediately, a soft laugh escaped wwx. “Looks like someone is awake,” he teased, shifting until he must have been able to peer down at lwj’s face and cock alike, surely trying to determine if he himself were awake, or if it were simply his cock coming to life. The man made a considering noise, suspicion laced through it, before the shoulder under lwj’s cheek shrugged, and he went right back to discussing scent depth with jzxuan.

jzxuan sounded better than he had before they had both fallen asleep following their very enjoyable phone sex, although his own sleep had been somewhat disturbed by his mate rearranging him until he was alone in their haphazard floor nest. wwx had then proceeded to dig through practically everything searching for his phone, which he needed in order to get take out to jzxuan. Fading in and out as he had been, lwj wasn’t sure how long it had taken for the older man to find his phone, but he had eventually located it… in the kitchen.

lwj wasn’t even sure when wwx had gone to the kitchen before finding his phone there. Somehow, it just seemed like an entirely wwx thing, for his hurricane of existence to have led to his phone somehow shifting through space and popping up somewhere it surely couldn’t have been left.

Regardless, wwx had ordered food for the younger man, and given the soft clatter of utensils he could hear through the phone, jzxuan must have been eating as the two alphas discussed the various ways of avoiding taking in too much of your partner’s scent while also enjoying scenting one another.

Sleepy and increasingly horny as he was—it seemed impossible to be naked in his mate’s arms and not find himself growing hard—lwj wasn’t taking in more than the vague details of certain foods and layers of creams and some other things that didn’t quite make sense.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 9

Previously

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Rather than answer like a proper person, lwj growled softly, his hands suddenly lower, cupping wwx’s ass. One tug, and they would be spreading him wide for anyone behind him to see, and oh, fuck. That was kinda hot.

It seemed a little like an oversight that they wouldn’t be measuring anything related to his ass. Sure, they’d measure the general shape of it, but compared to the overly specific measurements he’d gotten elsewhere…

“Is that something wy would like to happen?” lwj asked because, like the dumbass he was, wwx had said some amount of that thought out loud.

Sometimes, he truly did wonder how often he spoke aloud without realizing it, not to mention wondering how he’d gone this long in life without revealing some of the more serious secrets about himself.

“Ah… I mean…” wwx said, trying to figure out a way to agree that yeah, he kinda was into that sort of mortifying experience because he was a fucking slut for embarrassment, apparently, without it sounding too desperate.

One of his dom’s hands dug into the meat of his ass, not quite purposefully tugging him wide, but certainly leaving the threat there. “wy.” Fuck, the man didn’t even have the decency to say his name like he was asking a question. Instead, it was just his name, said with all the severity of a demand for honesty.

“Yes,” wwx managed to breathe out, burying himself further into the other man’s chest. Their height difference was just too much, and even rising onto his toes, wwx couldn’t quite manage to tuck his face into lwj’s neck, where he could safety suck another mark. Perhaps that was a good thing—lwj’s neck looked brutalized. Maybe he should find another spot to suck?

An image of lwj’s thighs and hips—of the area surrounding his cock—marked with hickies and teeth marks, shuddered through wwx, and fuck. Yeah. That would… that would do it. More difficult, given lwj’s neck was always available to be sucked on—assuming he could reach—while his groin area wasn’t, but…

“Shall I ask if Lyra is willing to alter the scene slightly?” lwj asked, gracefully saying nothing of the way wwx had begun to wiggle in his arms, his dick coming to life once more under the pressure of his imagination. At the mention that Lyra might actually be willing to do, uh… that for him, what little blood hadn’t already been headed for his cock sparked to life, flooding downwards and leaving him a little light-headed.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind | Happy Endings: ch 2, pt 36

omg it's the end of the extra

now, the edit this monster

Previously

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“I’ll be okay,” he repeated as he pulled the bed covers this way and that until he was able to find a spot that smelled particularly strong, lwj’s sandalwood rising to meet him. A small part of its notes were sleepy, from nights before. A bigger part was aroused, from when they had tumbled into bed just hours earlier, jzxuan poking at his friend about how much he must be aching to get wwx’s cock inside him until the older boy was so riled up he had pinned jzxuan’s wrists to the bed and just let go.

Well, not really let go. jzxuan was sure that if any of them actually let go, they’d be unsuitable for polite company for days. Their lips would be kiss bruised, their necks and wrists sporting purpling marks of desperate sucks and nips. As for their scent…

“You’ll teach us how to scent each other a bit?” jzxuan asked, burying his nose into the covers while his wrists rubbed absently at the scent wwx had left within his sweater. It was so strong, he would probably smell of the alpha when he woke up. As it wasn’t fresh or straight from the source, it would likely fade in a day or two, and only been noticeable if someone actively scented him, but still, it was dangerous, comforting, arousing.

“You want my mate’s scent inside you, A-Xuan?” the older man asked, voice further and further away as sleep and calm pulled him down.

“Mm,” jzxuan agreed, fighting with sleep and the covers until he could bring his wrist to his nose. “Yours, too,” he sighed, sucking in such a deep breath that all three of them came together inside him. There was lwj, just as sleepy and horny as he must be now, tucked into his mate so far away. Then, wwx, spicy and yet somehow calm, tugging him calmer and calmer until there was lwj, still swirling up a slight ache of renewed horniness while the older alpha’s scent demanded he sleep. Under it all, buried and familiar, was his own soft lemon, tinged with longing and affection.

It wasn’t a bad thing to want the other men here, he thought. Yet, he refused to let them ruin their first time because of him.

He would be fine, and he’d meant what he said to lwj: it would be easier for them all to regret him not being there for this, than for lwj and wwx’s first time together to be tinged with regret if things between the three of them didn’t work out into whatever configuration of affection and connection they eventually settled on.

Still, as the world faded, wwx’s soft voice relating facts about scent depth that jzxuan had no hope of retaining, he thought that maybe, despite the ache inside him, things actually would be okay.

They would figure things out. How could they not, when the three of them smelled so good together?

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 8

Previously

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Wiggling his toes, assessing the damage and recovery, wwx nodded. “Yeah. It’s better. Thank you, Mr. Lan.”

“Would having you stand on a towel help?” lwj asked, always so aware that, despite the conversation with Harold about how to keep his feet dry occurring right in front of him, the chances of him actually having retained anything said wasn’t guaranteed.

wwx swiped a foot over the tile of the platform. “It won’t be too slippery? It would suck for me to fall because I’m a wiggly mess or something.”

A considering noise left his dom, his head tilting to the side until he was speaking to Harold again.

The man scuffed a foot over the tile as well. “Perhaps a bath mat might suit the situation better. I will send someone down to linens to acquire something suitable.”

With a brief pause to wait for lwj’s nod of assent, Harold vanished into his group of employees, two of them disappearing moments later. Most of the employees were politely averting their eyes from him and lwj, wwx realized, and the reality of that settled something inside his stomach he hadn't known was there. Somehow, it was one thing for these people to watch him fall apart into a horny mess, it was another thing for them to witness him panic—even if it had been minor—or this soft moment with his dom.

To know they were keeping their eyes to themselves because they knew this moment wasn’t for them to witness… yeah, that settled something inside him.

“Thank you,” wwx breathed out again, shifting them until he was pressed, safe and slightly cool, into lwj’s chest, his feet brushing against the tips of the man’s shoes.

His dom’s hands shifted from his waist until they were wrapped around him, pulling him closer, closer, until wwx was sure he must be about to melt into the taller man. “Of course, wy. You have been a very good boy. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

wwx couldn’t stop the smile that stretched over his face. “Yeah… Yeah, I have. Have you?” It seemed so forward to ask, too much hopeful desperation laced through his voice, but here, tucked into the safety of lwj’s chest, it felt easier to ask—easier to accept whatever answer the other man gave him.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind | Happy Endings: ch 2, pt 35

Previously

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It was sealed into a bag, the scent so strong and fresh when jzxuan pulled it out that his knees immediately went weak, the world simultaneously straightening and bending all the more under the weight of wwx’s scent.

The older alpha smelled of safety—of an adult who wouldn’t let him get hurt, even from so far away. jzxuan had the mortifying feeling that if he weren’t able to pull himself together, wwx would call up his brother and tell him he needed to go break into his house in order to make sure he was okay. Then, he’d manhandle lwj back into his clothes and get them back there as quickly as possible.

That was sweet, and even without wwx confirming that’s exactly what he would do, it was enough that jzxuan knew—he just knew. That was exactly what the older man would do, and it was enough. It was enough, a feeling a that wasn’t quite love or affection, but something he couldn’t quite find the word for, existing in that intention—in what he knew would be an unwavering need to make sure he was okay. Something safe, caring, possessive.

jzxuan was still pulling on the huge sweater when he crawled back into the camera’s view, his movements wobbly because whatever pheromones wwx had left on the clothing, they were strong and mellow, dragging him down, down, down.

“How you doing, sweet little boy?” the older man asked, his face still close to the screen, although he appeared to have moved back to sitting again, lwj tucked into his neck and peering sleepily at the phone, his blinks slower and slower with each passing moment.

Or, maybe that was just jzxuan’s own tiredness bending the world in between his own sleepy blinks and fades. “’m good,” he slurred. Fuck. How much scent was there in this thing?

wwx hummed like he wasn’t quite convinced. “If you’re not okay, we’ll—”

“It’s fine,” he managed, tugging the platform the camera was positioned on until it would be able to watch him sleep. Maybe that was weird, but he had a feeling wwx wouldn’t be okay with him turning off the phone until he was awake again and able to reiterate that he was fine.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 7

Previously

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There was no way lwj would like someone like him for anything more than brief pockets of time. He knew he was okay in spurts, not so good in excess. Just like at the beginning of any new relationship—friendly, professional, or romantic—they were in the fun and interesting part, wanting to speed through the getting to know one another stage, and the fact that they seemed pretty sexually compatible? wwx might not have anything to compare sex with his dom to, but it seemed pretty fucking good—and would probably get better as he figured out the whole sex thing—and that was probably the only reason lwj wanted to be with him so much.

Everything was new and exciting, such-and-such hormones racing through their bodies and making them crazy and irrational and—

And it would fade, eventually. In a couple of days, lwj wouldn’t want to be around him quite so much, and when he did, it would just be for sex. Then, wwx would be able to brush aside the burn of longing for them to be more that was hovering inside his chest.

He had plenty of experience losing friends and foster siblings! So losing an impossible relationship of something more with his dom shouldn’t be too hard!

“wy?”

wwx blinked back into the moment, finding lwj no longer kneeling at his feet but standing, the man’s hands pressing tight and possessive into his waist; fuck did they feel nice there.

“Mm?” wwx hummed, seeming far away and dreamy, somehow. “Yes, Mr. Lan?”

His dom shook his head gently, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his mouth—some soft acceptance of wwx so totally not been paying attention. “Do your feet feel better?” he asked, pulling back until their foreheads were pressed together, wwx’s heart flipping once more like the stupid thing it was.

Okay, new plan for the evening: fucking read nhs’s advice on not getting attached to your dom, and if needed, call them and panic. nhs was good with panic—that was part of the reason they’d managed to stay friends so long, even if there’d been a long gap in the middle when he’d been, you know, a homeless drug addict—and would be able to help. Definitely. Probably. Hopefully.

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All the Things We’ll Leave Behind | Happy Endings: ch 2, pt 34

Content Note: borderline panic attack/drop

Previously

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There was a long moment of near silence, only his gasping breaths—too loud, too fast—to keep him company. No hands to hold him. No one to brush his hair out of his face. No one to—

“A-Xuan?” wwx’s voice snapped jzxuan out of his spiralling thoughts.

It was fine. He wasn’t alone—not truly. Here was wwx, looking at him so softly, lwj’s sleepy eyes peering back at him from the older man’s lap.

“Mm?” he managed to get out, his breaths not quite gasping anymore, but certainly coming more ragged than he would have liked.

“Are you okay?”

jzxuan nodded, shook his head, eyes clamping shut. Was he okay? He was alone, and—

“A-Xuan!”

jzxuan’s head jerked up to meet wwx’s eyes, close—much closer than before. The older man was so close he couldn’t even see lwj anymore. Was he now alone on the floor? In the nest of blankets that must surely smell of wwx, and—

“A-Xuan, can you do something for me?”

The man’s voice was so soft and soothing, a gentle layer of demand woven through it that called on jzxuan to behave—to do as he was told. “Okay?”

“Which side of the bed do you sleep on? You’ve been sleeping beside my little mate, yes?”

Awkwardly, jzxuan nodded his head, muttering that he slept on the side the camera was sitting on.

“Good. I want you to lay down on A-Zhan’s side. Bury your nose into his scent. Can you do that for me?”

“But—”

“Don’t worry about scent transference. I’m gonna order you some food and have it left at the door. You can soak in all the scent your little heart desires,” the other alpha said before changing his mind about jzxuan laying down immediately, and instead giving directions to where he had stashed more heavily scented clothing for lwj. “In case he crashed out,” wwx laughed as jzxuan scrambled to find the clothing.

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The Damage You Do: ch 36, pt 6

Previously

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What sort of dumbass started catching feelings for their employer? Just a normal boss would have been bad enough, but his dom?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

nhs was gonna have a fucking meltdown—in laughter or shock or panic, wwx didn’t know, but his friend was going to lose it. There had definitely been shit about not falling for your dom in the eBooks nhs had given him. Unfortunately, like the dumbass he was, he hadn’t bothered to do more than skim sections of them, while reading parts that definitely weren’t helpful on the not falling for your sweet, beautiful dom front.

That said, the more time wwx spent with the man, the more he thought any advice nhs could have given him would have been useless; lwj was just too sweet, even if some of what he was doing must be fake—it must be, right? There was no way lwj would be like this with a partner who was around to annoy him all the time—not that he even thought the man the sort to have relationships.

There was a reason people fell into employment-based relationships like this, and lwj—busy little bee that he was, even if he was currently dodging work for, well, him—definitely had no time for a proper relationship.

Actually, now that he was thinking about it, was it weird that the other man was skipping work for him?

It seemed like it should be weird. Surely, the man must have more important things to do that drop everything to come rescue him on a running trail? Than to spend the entire day with him, even if it had been extremely enjoyable—even if his dick was going to ache later?

Yet, it all still made his heart clench, his knees going weak like he was in a fucking romance movie. There were movies like that, where the heart led the protagonists to make stupid fucking decisions, blowing off work and family, promotions and events they’d otherwise been looking forward to, all because they’d met someone who had stolen their heart and attention and—

And that sounded nice, and wwx needed to snap out of it! He needed to get a fucking grip!