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Unable to grab ahold of anything else, his body too oversensitized to move beyond curling in on himself, he has no choice but to hold on to the man on top of him. His shaking hands tangle in long black hair, clenching tightly as his body convulses.
“T-too m-much…! P-please…t-too…ah!” There’s a hand on his thigh gripping hard enough to have already formed a large bruise, the other relentlessly squeezing and massaging at his chest.
A loud pop echoes in the room which causes him to cry out. The cold air of the room on his swollen teat is near painful.
“What was that, sweet boy? Too much?” The hand on his thigh loosens before trailing up to play with the seat of his panties, ring and pinky fingers pulling the material aside so the man’s index and middle finger can harshly push at the dildo that’s shoved so deep inside of him. “I don’t think so, though. Didn’t you say you wanted to please me? Make sure I was taken care of? Look how swollen your tits are, sweet boy. Perhaps soon, they’ll drip with what I want.”
Dan Heng cries out as the man opens his mouth and wraps his lips around his swollen pectoral, unable to stop the whimpers and keens that escape him. He tugs harder on the man’s long hair, begging him for more and begging him to slow down.
When the dildo inside of him is pulled out and three fingers abruptly enter him, he pulls the man’s hair hard enough to pull him off his chest. The lewd look that man wears—mouth open, lips swollen, and tongue hanging out—has him coming against his chest. A few droplets get on the man’s chin, quickly cleaned away by a sharp nailed thumb. Dan Heng whimpers when that thumb is pressed against his lips for a moment before it swipes across his peaked nipple.
“Cute.” The smirk on the man’s face sends a shiver down Dan Heng’s spine. “Now, let’s try again sweet boy.”
♡
“You know, I’m a little envious you can pull that off.” He hums in response, looking at himself in the mirror. Raising on his toes he does a quick spin, watching as the skirt flares up to reveal the teal lace panties underneath. He tries to avoid looking at the large bruise on his thigh, barely covered by the thigh-high stockings he’s wearing. “Okay, now you’re just showing off.”
“Oh? I thought you wanted to help me pick.” He rests back flat on his feet and flattens the soft material of the white skirt, biting his lip as he has to fix a few pleats.
“Help yes, not watch you spin like…what are those people called? Oh, a ballerina.” The snapping is truly unnecessary. “You know you’re pretty good on your toes. Does he fuck you in a harness or something?”
He rolls his eyes, throwing a glare over his shoulder. The grey-haired man raises his hands in surrender, reclining in his seat.
“You used to be so soft-spoken, Caelus. They are a bad influence on you.” The man, his best friend, laughs and waves his hand.
“No, it’s just Sampo. Gepard is still a saint despite the fact that I couldn’t walk the other day from how hard he fucked me against the counter. Aeons, that was good.” Caelus wiggles his eyebrows as he runs a hand through his hair. The movement draws attention to his industrial piercing, where a small snowflake and mask charm dangle. “I still can’t get over the fact that I’ve been fucked silly by Gepard Landau, and you still haven’t been by your daddy.”
“He’s not—!”
“Dan Heng. Dan Heng, look at me.” Dan Heng ignores him as he removes the skirt, leaving him only the teal boyshorts and stockings. There’s a little red tie on each side, with a heart cutout right below. “Oh, those are cuter than I thought they would be. Send me the link for those, would you?”
“Ask Stelle. She got them.”
“If you think I’m asking my sister for lingerie advice, you’re wrong.” Caelus shakes his head as he leans forward to grab a glass from the small side table, filling it with some sweet-smelling drink that Dan Heng had bought from the front counter as a bribe. “What I’m not wrong about though is that your man is your daddy. Come on, dude—he buys you things, takes you to dinner, asks you about your day. Plus, he’s older than you. Daddy material right there. Oh, and doesn’t he call you sweet boy too?”
“You’ve been hanging around Sampo too much. Go back to being a sweet and innocent boy.” Caelus laughs as he drops the now-empty glass on the couch, ignoring how the ice spills onto the plush fabric. It’s not either of theirs, so his care for it is non-existent.
“A brat knows a brat when he sees one. Here, let me.” Dan Heng doesn’t flinch when Caelus steps behind him, helping him tie the thin strings of his newest outfit choice. “What is this? I don’t think I’ve ever seen this.”
Dan Heng swats his hands away as he turns to look at himself in the mirror. He’s careful to not pat it down, his chest still swollen and sensitive. The material of the piece is white lace, and the pattern is a mix of dragons and roses. His favorite part of the piece is the dragon with his mouth closing over a barely blooming rose. He smiles as he reaches to touch it. It sits just above his navel.
It’s perfect.
“It’s based on a dudou. I think I’ll get this one but in red. It doesn’t match much with the teal but it’ll be fine I think.”
“Dude, I don’t think your daddy is going about the color of the lace. I really don’t.”
“He’s not—whatever. Are you getting anything?” Dan Heng turns away from the mirror and carefully strips, folding the outfits he had tried on neatly. He creates two piles of what he wants and what he doesn’t, before getting dressed. As he buttons his shirt, he hears Caelus sigh.
“Nah, I thought I could find something here but I think it’s a bust. I just…I don’t know. They would like me in anything but I want something to just…pop. To be fair, me in only a t-shirt is enough to get Gepard raring to go, but Sampo…well he’s the same but there’s got to be something.”
“I’m going to regret this next question but have you considered toys?” He’s shrugging on his cardigan, careful to not mess up his hair. “Perhaps that’s what you want. I doubt you’ve been as adventurous as you want with them, so why not focus on that? Just get some cute virgin killer sweater from here, shove your biggest dildo up your ass, and do household chores. That should work.”
Caelus choked on nothing, banging on his chest as he tried to breathe.
“Dude, holy shit. You must be desperate and frustrated to use that language. He’s really not fucking you, huh?”
“Shut up, Caelus.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” He avoids Dan Heng’s swinging hand, stepping back with his hands up. “Alright, alright. I’ll chill on the teasing. I suppose I can look at those sweaters since we’re here.”
Dan Heng nods and gently places his headphones on his shoulder, avoiding his earring chains. He runs his fingers down the cord, smiling to himself. They had been a gift from his lover, a cute accessory, and an underlining meaning of possession.
“Dude, if your daddy won’t fuck you, just do it for him. Maybe that’ll work.” Caelus cackles as he gets whacked upside the head by Dan Heng.
“Do you call Sampo or Gepard that? Is that why it’s your new buzzword?” The grey-haired man shakes his head, picking up the reject pile of lingerie.
“Ha, you wish.”I call Sampo ‘sir’ and Gepard…” Caelus bends to grab their bags, swaying his hips overdramatically as he walks out of the room. “Well, he is a Captain after all.”
The wink that gets thrown Dan Heng’s way has him sighing heavily.
“Your authority kink is going to get you in trouble one day.” Caelus clicks his tongue.
“You mean every day. They are very enthusiastic.”
“You disgust me.”
“Says the man with a daddy.”
Caelus hisses when Dan Heng’s foot collides with his ankle, but the grin doesn’t leave his face.
♡
[STELLE] Caelus tells me your daddy won’t fuck you.
[ColdDragon] FOR THE LOVE OF LAN
[ColdDragon] HE IS NOT MY DADDY
[ColdDragon] AND STOP SENDING IT IN THE GROUP CHAT
[IceIceBaby] :0 Dan Heng, did you do something wrong?
[ColdDragon] No, he’s just obsessed with my non-existent tits.
[ColdDragon] Seriously, I’m still sore.
[STELLE] wut
[IceIceBaby] wut
[Cae] L O L DUDE HE REALLY IS YOUR DADDY
[ColdDragon] SHUT THE FUCK UP CAELUS
♡
He looks up from his notes, blinking at the sight of Stelle and March in his room.
“No, I don’t want to go trash can spotting.” Stelle rolls her eyes as March laughs.
“Rude, but not what I’m here.” She bumps her elbow into March’s, raising her eyebrow. March tilts her head, confused, before her face lights up.
“Oh, right! I had an idea!” She gets real close, their noses nearly touching. “You said that your da—”
“He is not—” March laughs.
“Okay, your lover then. You said he won’t have sex with you right?” Dan Heng sighs and lets his head hit the headrest of his chair. Stelle has migrated to his bed, where she pulls out her phone and loads Star Journey. He knows she’s still listening, but she often needs to be doing something else to keep herself focused. March has taken a seat on the edge of his desk, feet swaying.
“It’s not that. We have sex. Just not…for some reason, he won’t fuck me. Okay, that’s not true. But you know what I mean.” He’s just…so frustrated. He doesn’t understand. He groans as he lifts a hand to rest on his face. It’s not that isn’t happy with what they are doing, but he wants…
He’s so tired of feeling empty.
“Well, I have a solution!” Dan Heng turns to look at March, who is now on her phone. After a second, she turns it to show the dark-haired man a series of stock photos. With each one, his eyes get bigger. “Let’s take these. You’re comfortable with Caelus, right? I think he would agree, especially if it got you to stop being all mean and mopey.”
“It’s called being a brat, March. Oh, maybe that’s what your daddy should be called—a brat tamer. Cause he needs to tame you by fucking you, see? See?” He flips Stelle off, who only laughs. “Oh! Hey look, pulled your best boy.”
He rolls his eyes as she shows him her screen.
“Already maxed him out, and his weapon too.”
“With your daddy’s money?”
“I hate you.” He doesn’t. He loves his friends dearly, even if they make him angry.
“Doesn’t make it less true.” Stelle rolls over on his bed, back facing him and March. March giggles at the exchange. Dan Heng throws one of the small plushies on his desk at Stelle, before turning back to face the pink-haired woman.
“Do you want to try, Dan Heng? If not, no worries! We’ll get you laid somehow!” Her tone is way too bubbly and casual for the conversation at hand and Dan Heng sighs.
“It’ll just be at your studio, right?” The woman nods.
“Yep! Just the four of us, since I’ll need Stelle to help with the lights. We can use the back room so there’s no way anyone will see us!” Dan Heng nods, turning to look up at the ceiling.
“Why not?”
He’s really tired of feeling empty.
♡
He’s just cleared out his department heads when the text comes in. The only two remaining men in the room look at him with curious looks as he unlocks his phone.
[Koski] I expect a signed contract with Silvermane Monday morning.
He’s about to respond with a choice of nasty words when an image pops up.
“Get out.” Both men look at him. “Out!”
He’s not an easy man to anger and so both men are quick to leave. It doesn’t matter what they think, he needs to be alone.
“Oh, sweet boy.” His thumb hovers over where his sweet boy’s little friend’s fingers are dipping into his white panties. They aren’t his normal boyshorts, but instead a pair of hipsters. The boy’s fingers are barely in to the first knuckle but it’s enough to drive him mad. “I suppose I’ve held back long enough. You must be aching if you agreed to this.”
[Yinyue-Jun] Have a fun weekend. Don’t break him.
[Koski] ;) Don’t break yours either.
♡
He wakes when he feels a hand on his, carefully removing his fingers from inside his body. He whines as his hole closes on nothing, once again feeling too empty.
(Caelus hasn’t even come home with them, instead getting into a large silver truck that was sitting outside of March’s photo studio. The last thing he saw of the man was two different hands on him—one on his ass and one on his face—before the door slammed shut. The girls hadn’t followed either, instead opting to visit Stelle’s lady friend.
He, on the other hand, had gone home, showered, ate, and went to sleep.
Only to wake up a few hours later, sleepshorts straining. His dream was an old one, of two men in outdated clothing, in various positions. He was quick to fill his fluttering hole, three fingers not really enough at this point.
At least in his dreams, he’s getting laid.
He’s not sure when he fell asleep again though.)
“You tease me too much, sweet boy.” The words are growled against his chest as the man in his bed kisses his way down to his stomach and then over the grey-blue lace boyshorts he’s wearing. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off, simply pushed the fabric aside as he fingered himself. He supposes the man’s bad habits are rubbing off on him. “I had plans…such wonderful plans…and you ruined them.”
Dan Heng whimpers as the man bites into his thigh, leaving rings of teeth marks.
“I—I thought…maybe you—ah!” He cries out as the man sinks his teeth into the meat of his thigh, sucking harshly. His legs are being pressed apart into the bed and try as he might he can’t close them.
“Oh my sweet boy, you thought wrong. There’s nothing I want more than to put my cock inside you. Not an Aeon-damned thing I want more, but you see, little one.” Dan Heng screams as three fingers push into him, only going in about an inch or so before the boyshorts are stretched to their limit. The lace is harsh against him and he struggles to find purchase. “Shh, shh. Calm, Dan Heng.
“D-Dan F-Feng…!” The man preens at the sound of his name, nipping again at his thigh.
“That’s a good boy, only my name.” Dan Heng nods, tears already forming in his eyes. “As I was saying, sweet boy—there’s nothing I want more than to have you on my cock, then to fill out til you’re bursting, until you can’t think about anything else but the way I bulge out your stomach. I want nothing more than to fill up until you’re full of my clutch, then to keep you topped up and barefoot.”
Dan Heng whines at the words, the images of what the man talks about flashing through his mind. He knows that Dan Feng longs to breed him, just as he longs to be bred by Dan Feng. It’s an old, primal part of them that only surfaced once they had begun their relationship
“But I know, my sweet boy. My moon, my seas, my little one, I know.” He keens when he feels fingers against the soft swell of his ass, moving aside the fabric so Dan Feng’s fingers can push all the way in. Three fingers plus one push deep inside him, spreading him wide and punching deep. “I know the moment my cock is in you, I won’t ever want to leave. Morning, noon, night—I’ll want you on my cock. At work, at the bar, in public. Not a single space safe from my thoughts of fucking deep into your sweet hole. Over and over until you are full to burst and when you're finally with my clutch, fill you again to make sure you never are empty.”
And then, something far larger than Dan Feng’s fingers pushes into him, slow for all of a few seconds before the man slides all the way in with one solid thrust.
Dan Heng screams.
He’s so full.
Finally.
“I hope you’re prepared, sweet boy. You’ll never be able to leave now.” There’s no rest period as Dan Feng pulls back and slams forward. He’s got one hand on the bed, the other hand on Dan Heng’s waist. “I wanted to wait a little bit longer, convince you to move in with me and convince your body to produce milk.”
Dan Heng keens at the words, subconsciously raising his hands to cover his still-swollen teats. A tsk echoes in the room as Dan Feng pushes all the way in, stilling. Dan Heng’s legs twitch in their midair position, at some point having been put over the older man’s shoulders. His panties are caught underneath the man’s chin, the seat pressed against Dan Feng’s mouth, but are ripped off him as the man leans forward.
“None of that now, sweet boy. Don’t hide from me.” His hands are gently pried away before Dan Feng wraps his lips around Dan Heng’s left nipple. He cries out, bent legs clenching around the other man’s head. The man pulls away with a smirk, tongue out for a few seconds before he speaks. “Oh sweet boy, I could die between your legs, a happy man.”
Dan Heng thrashes in his hold. He doesn’t want praises he wants—
“Of course, sweet boy. Of course, my Dan Heng.” As the long-haired man sucks on his teat again, he begins to move his hips. The pace is brutal for the angle and Dan Heng loves every second of it.
It’s not long before he’s coming, Dan Feng not even stopping. The man only swaps to his other teat. He comes again, and again, but Dan Feng never slows.
It’s only when he’s riding Dan Feng, the man doing all the work, that he shows his first signs of nearing his peak. He’s still sucking on Dan Heng’s chest, the position doing nothing to prevent that. He’s got a hand on Dan Heng’s back, keeping him close, with the other helping the younger man rise and fall on his cock.
Dan Feng pulls away from his chest with a pop as his hips begin to lose their rhythm.
“Oh, sweet boy. Are you full? Do you want more? It’s okay, I’ll give you more.” Dan Heng throws his head back with a weak keen as warmth floods him. Dan Feng holds him down on his dick with both hands, keeping him plugged tightly. He’s shaking, legs twitching. He can’t catch us breath and—
“Feel that, sweet boy?” He does. Dan Feng had grabbed one of his hands and pressed it against his stomach and oh.
“F-full.” He’s gently lifted off Dan Feng’s cock, whining until he feels something large against his hole.
“Yes, you are, little one. So full.” The plug is nearly as big as Dan Feng and he sighs happily. “Wear this for a little bit, then I’ll fill you again.”
He can only nod at the man’s words. A kiss is pressed against his forehead as he’s positioned to lay down, Dan Feng’s semi-hard cock between his thighs. The man’s hands are on his chest and stomach, idly rubbing soothing circles.
“…love…you…”
Full to the point of almost too much, but wanting more, he can’t help but fall deeper in love with Dan Feng.
“I love you too, sweet boy. Rest now.” Dan Heng nods and closes his eyes, drifting off within moments. Once assured Dan Heng is sleeping, Dan Feng lets a smirk come to his lips. “You’ll never be empty again, little one. I’ll make sure of it. Be it my cock, my come…”
He presses his hand against the younger man’s stomach, watching as a symbol faintly appears.
“Or my clutch.”