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The position he’s in isn’t uncomfortable, though it will be if he’s left like this much longer. With a scowl, he tugs at the restraints binding his wrists to the headboard; just like when he last tried a minute or so ago, they don’t have much give, just enough to keep from being painful. The collar around his neck, in contrast, is fairly loose, and he can feel the leather band shift whenever he moves his head.
“We don’t want you to feel suffocated,” Zhu Yishu had said, in that way that made Wen Changchu want to punch him and kiss him hard enough to bruise all at the same time.
They’ve been doing this...whatever this is for weeks now, so Wen Changchu is used to Zhu Yishu’s little games. How he’ll tease Wen Changchu for days before finally taking him by surprise, or tie him up, like now, and make him wait as he ‘prepares’ himself. Wen Changchu hates the waiting; he doesn’t understand how he keeps falling for it, what sort of charm that feather-brain is using on him that gets him to agree to kneel on the bed, naked, facing the room, with his wrists bound to the headboard behind him and the smooth leather leash that matches his spiked collar looped lazily to that same stretch of wood.
It’s ridiculous, and humiliating, for the son of the Devil King to be in such a position. It also makes Wen Changchu as hard as a rock.
He can sit like this for a while if he has to without much pain, but that doesn’t mean his patience lasts as long as his stamina, and it doesn’t take much longer for him to start growling his annoyance. If he really wanted, he could tear the bonds apart; they both know it. Maybe that’s what Zhu Yishu likes so much about tying him down: the fact that he lets it happen.
I should be the one tying him up, Wen Changchu thinks, until the door at the other end of the room slides open and all of Wen Changchu’s irritated fantasies of topping Zhu Yishu for once dissipate. Between his thighs, his cock twitches in interest, precum beading at the tip.
Unlike Wen Changchu, Zhu Yishu isn’t naked - though it’s close. He’s wearing a sheer inner robe made of some gossamer-looking material that shimmers whenever the light hits it, the colors shifting along a red spectrum that varies from bright to near black. His hair is done up with half of it pulled through a simple yet beautiful looking hair crown, made of gold inlaid with rubies, and on his legs...Wen Changchu has never seen anything like it. Tall black boots that come up to Zhu Yishu’s shapely thighs, accented with red and laced all the way down. They’re heeled, too, and a very distant part of Wen Changchu wonders how even an idiot bird can walk around on something that looks like a knife point. Maybe this time, after they’re done, Zhu Yishu is finally planning on trying to kill him.
Wen Changchu is certain the attempt will come. Eventually.
Right now, though, Zhu Yishu strides up to the edge of the bed, giving Wen Changchu that gentle smile that is completely at odds with how he’s dressed, with the swollen cock Wen Changchu can glance through the folds of that robe. He swallows, hard, Adam’s apple bobbing, before he fixes Zhu Yishu with his very best sneer.
“What’s the point in putting all that on when you’re only going to take it off?” He jerks his head at the boots and robe. “And where the hell’d you get something as stupid looking as that?”
“I had them specially made. Besides…” Zhu Yishu comes closer, moving around the edge of the bed, the click of his heels muffled by the flooring. His approach has Wen Changchu’s muscles tightening, his whole body tensing up, eyes on Zhu Yishu’s even as he tracks the motion of that lithe body. When he’s close enough, Zhu Yishu leans over the bed, dragging one brilliant red fingernail down the line of Wen Changchu’s abs, over the dark curls at the base of his cock, up the shaft and to the leaking tip. He swipes the fluid pooling at the slit with the pad of his finger and lifts it up for Wen Changchu to see; he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning at the torturously light touch.
Zhu Yishu’s smile widens. “I think you like it.”
Wen Changchu, cheeks flushed crimson and body still taut, huffs. “Whatever. Just get naked already. You’ve kept me waiting long enough!”
Zhu Yishu laughs, a soft, gentle sound that reminds Wen Changchu of spring breezes in the mountains, and then ruins his saintly image by sucking the precum off of his finger and shrugging out of the robe, letting it pool at his feet. He’s only got the hair crown and the boots on, now, and despite the fact that Wen Changchu has seen this flashy bird without his feathers many times, he greedily drinks in the sight, some primal instinct inside of him saying mine, this is all mine.
Zhu Yishu crawls onto the bed, settling himself in front of Wen Changchu, tantalizingly close and yet completely out of reach while these bonds still keep Wen Changchu tied to the headboard. He strains against them, wanting the bite of the material against his skin, wanting that sharp reminder that he didn’t submit without a fight and damned if he’s going to let Zhu Yishu sit there in nothing but a pair of fucking boots without touching him--
He’s suddenly pushed, back thumping against the headboard, the leash pressing into his skin where it had drooped behind him. There is a foot in the middle of his chest, the point of the heel pricking his sternum. Zhu Yishu leans forward and casually begins untying the laces.
When Wen Changchu growls, Zhu Yishu glances up at him and again gives him that stupidly attractive sweet smile. “What’s wrong, Changchu?”
“Don’t call me that.” He doesn’t know why, but to hear Zhu Yishu call him so intimately always makes his flush worse, the crimson spreading from his cheeks down his neck and chest. “What’re you doing?”
“I thought you wanted me to strip.” Zhu Yishu’s still untying the laces as he talks, about halfway down the boot now. Wen Changchu can feel sweat beginning to prickle his forehead as he watches each lace be pulled out, slowly but surely loosening the tongue of the boot and exposing more and more of Zhu Yishu’s calf. “‘Just get naked already’, isn’t that what you said?”
“Yeah, it is, so take the damn boots off!”
“That’s what I’m doing.” Finally, Zhu Yishu finishes unlacing the entire boot, even though it’s long been loose enough for him to pull off, and tugs himself free. The boot is discarded on the floor, Zhu Yishu letting his bare foot rest on Wen Changchu’s chest for a moment. Wen Changchu thinks he might be flexible enough to bite one of those toes, but before he can, the foot’s gone, only to be replaced by the other boot.
He swears he can feel that stiletto heel stabbing into his flesh. “Don’t push so hard!”
“Does it hurt?” Zhu Yishu actually stops, pulling away his boot to look at Wen Changchu’s chest and run a fingertip over the slight red spot his heels have left.
That’s even worse than being tied to the bed for ten minutes while Zhu Yishu put the damn things on in the first place. “No, of course not!”
“Oh. Good. I was worried.” Zhu Yishu leans forward to press a kiss to that little red mark, making Wen Changchu’s heart accelerate even more than his little strip tease had. What are you doing to me? he thinks, a question with no answer, something he can never say aloud.
He comes back to himself just in time to see the second boot thrown to the side, and now Zhu Yishu is naked, too, and Wen Changchu fidgets in place. He’s hard enough that it’s becoming painful, biceps trembling, lithe body already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Zhu Yishu seems as cool as ever, the bastard, getting onto his hands and knees so he can lick a trail up from Wen Changchu’s navel to one of his nipples. The dusky pink bud is already hard, much to his chagrin, and the way Zhu Yishu huffs a quiet laugh across his sensitive skin before tugging the nipple between his teeth just makes it more infuriating.
“If you’d...untie me,” Wen Changchu grunts, his body betraying him in how he arches against Zhu Yishu’s mouth, how goosebumps rise on his skin wherever those slender fingers touch, “I’d...show you how to really...top a man.”
“You would?” Zhu Yishu pulls back with one last lick to Wen Changchu’s nipple before gently tweaking the other one between his fingers. Amusement dances in his dark eyes, gaze trained on Wen Changchu’s face, absorbing every reaction, every bitten-off groan, every twitch. “I thought you liked what we did together.”
“I’m just saying I’d do it better,” Wen Changchu grumbles, and Zhu Yishu laughs again. Before Wen Changchu can further plead his case, Zhu Yishu’s dropped onto his hands and knees and kissed the leaking head of Wen Changchu’s cock.
This-- this is how Zhu Yishu always wins. It has to be. Once that mouth is on him - swollen red lips wrapping around the head of his erection, slowly moving downward as Zhu Yishu takes in more, the way Zhu Yishu looks when he hollows out his cheeks and relaxes his throat so that he can get all of Wen Changchu inside of him - he’s gone. Wen Changchu’s eyes roll back and his fists clench, hips rocking to try and push himself further, deeper into the heated wetness surrounding him and overwhelming his senses.
He forgets his urge to fight against the bindings, against the collar. Forgets that he still doesn’t know Zhu Yishu’s motives for keeping him around, for not killing him after that first night when Wen Changchu tried to pin him to prove he wasn’t someone you could mess with and turn into some puppy. For turning that night into something...else, something strange and new and exciting enough that Wen Changchu sticks around.
He tells himself it’s because Zhu Yishu is powerful and the Vermillion bird clan has connections he can use to help his father, but.
It’s also because of moments like this. When Zhu Yishu looks up at him with pupils blown wide and something...soft in his eyes, even when he’s got Wen Changchu’s cock in his mouth, and Wen Changchu can sink into the pleasure and forget .
All he can concentrate on is Zhu Yishu swallowing around him, dragging a moan up from deep in his chest, the first of many that claw their way up his throat. He pulls at the bonds, wanting to touch Zhu Yishu, ensnarl his hands in that long hair, pull out that hair crown and throw it across the room before pulling Zhu Yishu’s head forward to fuck deeper into his mouth.
He’s close, ridiculously close; Zhu Yishu learned very quickly how the waiting eroded Wen Changchu’s stamina. For some reason, he enjoys teasing to the point that only a few touches will make Wen Changchu cum, and not for the first time Wen Changchu grits his teeth and tries to hold on. He won’t give Zhu Yishu the satisfaction, not this time--
Zhu Yishu pulls back, releasing Wen Changchu’s arousal with a soft pop , leaving it spit-slick and flushed. Wen Changchu immediately snaps back to his senses.
“Who said you could stop?” Wen Changchu barks, ignoring how his voice cracks, how his hips tremble with the urge to buck into the air, as if there will be any relief from the pressure of an orgasm denied. “I wasn’t done yet!”
"We don't want you finishing too quickly." Zhu Yishu pushes himself upright, wrapping his arms around Wen Changchu's neck and pulling him into a kiss.
He used to jerk away and snap at Zhu Yishu for doing that right after sucking his dick. Now, he loves to taste himself on Zhu Yishu's tongue, to know that he's the one Zhu Yishu would lower himself to suck off. He feels those pretty hands moving behind him, unlooping the leash from the headboard. Zhu Yishu then pulls away to begin untying the bindings around Wen Changchu's wrists, and he frowns, confusion furrowing his brow.
“You said you would show me how to really top a man.” Zhu Yishu drops the bindings from one wrist onto the floor, then moves to work on the other. “I’ve decided I’ll give you a chance. If you can pin me, I’ll--”
He finishes untying before he finishes his sentence, and Wen Changchu doesn’t wait for that last binding to fall before he’s surging forward to pin Zhu Yishu to the bed. His eyes are bright and fierce, lips pulled back in a hungry grin, exposing sharp canines. He’s got his hands on Zhu Yishu’s wrists, knees settled between those creamy white thighs to keep them apart; there’s no way Zhu Yishu can get up now.
Leaning down, he bites at Zhu Yishu’s throat, leaving a mark that he then soothes with his tongue. “You’ll see,” he murmurs, voice husky and low, teeth scraping against Zhu Yishu’s ear. “I’ll show you what kind of man I am, and from now on, you’ll be the one on the bottom.”
Zhu Yishu’s chuckle ruffles Wen Changchu’s hair. Wen Changchu pulls back to look down at him, at how that golden crown is now askew, Zhu Yishu’s dark locks strewn across the bed. He looks as serene as ever, unhurried, that quiet amusement still lingering in his eyes. He’s laughing at Wen Changchu.
With a growl, Wen Changchu leans down to capture Zhu Yishu’s lips; before he can get there the world upends itself and he finds himself on his back, with his wrists and legs now pinned beneath Zhu Yishu’s body. The man above him smiles as if he hasn’t done anything, rolling his hips down in a low grind that brings their swollen cocks together. Wen Changchu can’t help how his eyelids flutter and his hips buck upward, chasing that friction, his arousal still painfully apparent.
“I didn’t say I’d make it easy for you,” Zhu Yishu purrs, the ends of his hair tickling Wen Changchu’s chest where they brush against his bare skin. Wen Changchu feels that flush creeping across his body again, embarrassment and lust swirling together.
He shoots Zhu Yishu another wolfish smirk. “Last time was a fluke. I won’t let you win this time!”
When he jerks himself upward to roll Zhu Yishu onto his back again, Zhu Yishu doesn’t go as easily. The two of them end up wrestling across the bed, almost falling off the edge several times only to be saved by Zhu Yishu pulling them back with a smile and a quiet reprimand of, “Careful, Changchu,” which serves to heat Wen Changchu’s blood even more. It doesn’t help that they’re both naked and he’s ridiculously turned on; by the time he’s fully pinned, belly to the bedding, Zhu Yishu’s weight holding him down no matter how much he struggles, his wolf ears have come out. They twitch in agitation and shiver whenever Zhu Yishu’s hot breath brushes across them, sending little pulses of electricity down his spine.
Zhu Yishu uses a tight grip on Wen Changchu’s hip to pull his body up, ass in the air while his chest presses against the bed. Wen Changchu snarls and tries to thrash, stilling when he feels the leash tugged back, the collar tightening around his throat and pulling his head up and back.
“I guess you don’t get to show me today,” Zhu Yishu purrs against his ear, making the sensitive fur inside quiver. Wen Changchu has to bite back a yelped moan when he feels teeth clamp down on the edge of it, followed by the wet warmth of Zhu Yishu’s tongue.
Wen Changchu shudders. “Get off and I will!”
“That wasn’t the deal, Changchu.” Another soft nip to his ear, and this time the moan slips past Wen Changchu’s lips. “Don’t worry, this father will take good care of you.”
Father?! Whose father! Wen Changchu’s struggles begin anew. I’ll show you father! Just you wait--
A squeeze to the head of his cock and Wen Changchu’s wiggling turns into rutting, the sensations of soft fingers curling around his neglected erection wiping all thoughts of rebellion from his mind. He thrusts into Zhu Yishu’s hand, and when he feels slick fingers sliding along the crack of his ass, there’s no hesitation in how he spreads his legs wider and shifts his body backward, seeking that touch.
Zhu Yishu’s lips curve against the soft fur of Wen Changchu’s ear as a fingertip circles his hole. Wen Changchu makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine, pressing backward to try and get that finger inside of him, teeth clenched and hands fisting in the bedding.
“You really want it that badly?” Zhu Yishu teases. His body drapes over Wen Changchu’s back like a blanket, skin to sweat-sheened skin. He coils the leash around his free hand, giving it a testing tug that earns him a hiss.
“This is why I should top. You always talk too much.”
“Mm.” The hum vibrates along Wen Changchu’s ear, and he only has time to press his forehead against the bed to try and get away from the sensations on such a sensitive part of him before two fingers slip past the ring of muscle at his entrance and enter his body. It’s what he’s been waiting for, but it’s still not enough; he rocks backward, forcing the fingers deeper, panting against the blankets. It’s always slightly uncomfortable at first, having something put there ; once he gets used to it, though, the pleasure rolls up his spine, making him arch and groan. Yet just fingers aren’t enough, not even when, after scissoring his muscles into loosening for a bit, Zhu Yishu adds a third. They don’t fill him the way he needs.
Eventually those fingers retract and Wen Changchu’s breath stutters out of him to feel the emptiness left behind, muscles clenching around nothing. He can feel Zhu Yishu’s cock resting against his ass, hard and hot, and he tries to shift his body so that it can slot between the cheeks and give him some relief from the want burning through him.
His forehead’s on the bed again and Zhu Yishu uses the leash to yank his head back, curving his body so that his throat is exposed and upper chest lifted into the air. Zhu Yishu’s lips find his exposed skin, sucking mark after mark up the line of his neck until he’s back at Wen Changchu’s ear. His cockhead is pressed to Wen Changchu’s entrance and he can’t help how he whines low in his throat, eyes rolling in his head to try and look at Zhu Yishu despite how the angle makes it impossible.
“Are you ready?” Zhu Yishu breathes. The snarl Wen Changchu gives in response transforms into a high-pitched moan when, without waiting for an answer, Zhu Yishu begins pushing into him. When he’s fully hilted inside, he lets out a soft sound of pleasure - Zhu Yishu is always more quiet than Wen Changchu in bed, the bastard - and kisses Wen Changchu’s cheek.
“Do you think,” he asks softly, cock buried in Wen Changchu’s raised ass, leash held tightly to keep Wen Changchu’s head tilted back, “this is why they call it ‘doggy style’?”
Wen Changchu is thrown so badly out of the mood that he nearly loses his erection. “What? No! I’m not a dog, I’m a wo--”
Zhu Yishu pulls out to the tip as he rants, then rams all the way back in, turning the last word into a howl. Once again, Zhu Yishu has completely erased all thought from Wen Changchu’s mind, his senses occupied by the way that cock fills him so perfectly, how his body rocks forward with each thrust, how he can feel the weight of Zhu Yishu against his back, pressing him down even as the hand holding his leash keeps his head up. Then Zhu Yishu angles himself just right and hits that bundle of nerves inside him that has stars bursting before his eyes. Any attempts he’d been making to hold back his sounds are forgotten; he moans and growls and cries out with abandon, jerking every time the tip of his dick brushes against the bedding. He can hear Zhu Yishu panting in his ear, heated puffs of air that carry soft little sounds with them that nonetheless drive Wen Changchu’s pleasure even higher.
The bed creaks with their movements, as if in a competition with Wen Changchu for who can be the loudest. He barely notices. There’s a part of him, outside of the pleasure and the lewd sounds of skin smacking against skin, that’s waiting. Waiting for the moment he can tell Zhu Yishu is lost to it, is getting close, is--
“Changchu,” Zhu Yishu whispers. His cheek is pressed to Wen Changchu’s temple, and his free hand, the one not holding the leash, finds one of Wen Changchu’s on the bed. Zhu Yishu pushes their fingers together, gripping his hand tight, and when he moans it almost sounds...sad. “Changchu. Changchu. ”
“A-Shu,” he groans in return. The first time he used such a familiar name, despite the sarcasm behind it, was the only time he’d ever seen Zhu Yishu look shocked. He doesn’t know why he saves it for moments like this, or why it makes Zhu Yishu cling tighter to him, pressing sloppy kisses to his face and hair and ear. He turns it into a chant, the name pushed out of him with each thrust, just so he can listen to how desperate Zhu Yishu begins to sound, how he pants and whimpers and nuzzles against Wen Changchu’s cheek.
These are the only times he feels he has the upperhand with Zhu Yishu. He still hasn’t figured out what to do with that.
“Changchu,” Zhu Yishu gasps, and Wen Changchu knows he’s close, can feel it in how erratic his thrusts become. “Changchu, I, I---”
With a choked-off moan, he finishes inside of Wen Changchu without finishing his sentence, pulling the leash back hard enough that the curve of Wen Changchu’s spine becomes uncomfortable. Wen Changchu is about to snap at him for it, for denying him another orgasm by making stupid puns and pulling too hard, when Zhu Yishu lets go of the leash and wraps his fingers around Wen Changchu’s aching cock while whispering,
“Please. I want to feel you cum.”
And he does, hard, all over Zhu Yishu’s hand and the bed, eyes rolling back as his body jerks and a ragged cry tears itself from his throat. Zhu Yishu buries his face in Wen Changchu’s shoulder as they ride out the aftershocks together, until Wen Changchu’s quivering muscles give way and he flops forward onto his stomach, stickiness be damned.
Above him, Zhu Yishu settles onto his back as if he’s a fucking lounge pillow, idly dragging his fingers through Wen Changchu’s hair and teasing his ears into flicking with a fingernail. Wen Changchu is too tired and sated to smack him for it, so he simply lies there and grunts with each touch that makes his ears twitch.
A comfortable silence settles over them for a bit as they catch their breath, the sweat cooling on their skin. Wen Changchu only waits long enough to have the energy to speak before he asks, “What was that about?”
Zhu Yishu has his chin resting lazily on Wen Changchu’s shoulder. He’s yet to pull out. “What was what about?”
“Before you finished. You were going to say something.”
The fingers in his hair still. After a long moment, Zhu Yishu says, “I can’t remember.”
Can’t remember? Wen Changchu scrunches up his nose. He knows a lie when he hears one, even from Zhu Yishu. He opens his mouth to pry when Zhu Yishu pushes himself up, his softened cock leaving Wen Changchu’s body and making him shiver at the loss.
“We should get cleaned up.” He’s got the leash curled around his fingers again, and he tugs at it until Wen Changchu starts to get up, ignoring how he grumbles at having to move so soon. “I’ll have the sheets washed while we bathe.”
“Fine, fine.” Wen Changchu’s cheeks are already beginning to heat as he thinks about the bath, about how Zhu Yishu always insists on scrubbing him down like a toddler.
Who does he think I am?!
“But I’ll wash myself, thanks. And next time, I’ll be the one who tops!”
Zhu Yishu’s smile is indulgent as he tugs on the leash, pulling Wen Changchu away from the bed and toward the bath. There’s something unreadable in his dark eyes.
“We’ll see,” he says, earning himself a glare. Despite that, Wen Changchu allows himself to be lead by the leash to the bath conveniently located close enough to Zhu Yishu’s rooms that they won’t be spotted walking around naked by servants. And when they reach the bath, when Zhu Yishu pulls him into the steaming water and immediately begins gently washing him with a cloth, well.
He lets it happen. He’s too well-fucked to bother, anyway.