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In the privacy of the Hanshi, Jin Guangyao allows his frustration to show. He drags his hands over his face as if to scrub off the pleasant smile and wipe away any remnant of placation . He feels like a fucking over extended rubber band, and he’s not even hosting this year.
Lan Xichen regards him with a thoughtful little expression, and for a moment, Jin Guangyao regrets allowing Lan Xichen to see the private transformation from his public persona to the person he wants to be with his lover.
Then, Lan Xichen sinks to his knees before him, and Jin Guangyao stops caring as his world narrows to be just this man and not the rest of Jin Guangyao’s anxieties.
Jin Guangyao has no idea how Lan Xichen manages to gather every stray thought up and put them away, but he knows he’ll kill (again) for him because of it; whatever Lan Xichen needed of him, Jin Guangyao would do, would be, for the pleasure of these rare moments of peace.
They stare at one another. Lan Xichen open, a deep, endless pool of calm. Jin Guangyao considers warning him, saying something, and then just as quickly drops the idea.
He slaps Lan Xichen across the cheek so hard it stings his hand. Lan Xichen’s breath leaves his mouth in a low hiss as his head jerks to the side. He turns his face back to Jin Guangyao.
It’s hard to breathe. Lan Xichen is offering his unslapped cheek, and the desire for violence twines around Jin Guangyao’s thoughts like an old friend offering a hug.
The second slap lands so hard Lan Xichen falls back on his hands.
Everything Jin Guangyao held back in the main hall breaks free as he stands up and advances on Lan Xichen. The ball of his foot lands firmly in the center of Lan Xichen’s chest as Jin Guangyao pushes him down to the floor.
Lan Xichen’s eyes close as the breath rushes out of him. Jin Gaungyao slowly applies pressure.
“Pathetic,” Jin Guangyao whispers. “Do you have any idea what I could do to you right now? What I might want to do to you right now?”
“Yes.” Lan Xichen’s eyes blink back open as he looks up at Jin Guangyao. No permission is offered; it is just a simple acceptance. Yes . He knows what Jin Guangyao could do to him, and he will not stop him.
Jin Guangyao snarls. “Stand up, get out of that fucking outfit.” He doesn’t look as he takes his foot off Lan Xichen’s chest and turns to stalk toward the dresser drawer Lan Xichen keeps filled with sex toys and tools for pain. He places his palm on the drawer and unlocks it by passing his qi through the custom device holding it closed.
Behind him, Lan Xichen sheds layers and layers of the traditional Lan hanfu that he wears at every discussion conference. Jin Guangyao doesn’t have the patience for them tonight. As Lan Xichen strips, he paws through the floggers and paddles, and yes . He draws out a set of rattan canes and smiles for himself .
He considers cuffs and a harness, but his patience is too thin for those. He adds a riding crop to his collection of canes and, giving Lan Xichen just enough time to finish stripping naked, a set of nipple clamps.
Turning on his heel, he throws the clamps at Lan Xichen, who manages to catch them, reaching where Jin Guangyao’s throw goes wide.
“Put them on, A-Huan,” Jin Guangyao all but purrs.
Jin Guangyao should warm Lan Xichen up. He should give him time to warm to the pain. He is so tired of doing what he should do. The most powerful cultivator of their generation doesn’t need to be warmed up.
As Lan Xichen pinches the wicked little clamps onto his nipples, Jin Guangyao tosses the canes and crop onto the bed so he can strip out of his suitcoat. He tosses it carelessly aside. He undoes his tie, strips off his shirt, and it joins the coat in a messy pile.
He stretches his shoulders and arms. There’s no working out all the tension from the day simmering in rage while sitting beside his father, but he gets loose enough to wield the canes with comfort.
“Put your hands behind your head,” Jin Guangyao orders Lan Xichen. “Keep them there. If you drop them, I’ll make you regret your inability to hold still.”
Lan Xichen shudders at Jin Guangyao’s tone, and it’s so goddamn obvious he’s already hurtling toward subspace. Good, he can take more pain that way.
It is such a rush when everything falls into place, and Jin Guangyao picks the crop back up and snaps the leather loop at the tip down onto Lan Xichen’s hip. Lan Xichen jolts but doesn’t waver. Jin Guangyao lets go, the crop snapping down over and over across Lan Xichen’s thighs and hips.
Lan Xichen whines and gasps with every blow, the sounds quiet. Jin Guangyao wants more. Meeting Lan Xichen’s gaze he snaps the crop down carelessly against Lan Xichen’s soft dick. As Lan Xichen yells, Jin Guangyao smiles. He flashes his teeth, and Lan Xichen whines louder now, knowing full well what this expression on Jin Guangyao’s face means.
“Did that hurt, A-Huan?” he asks as he stalks forward.
“Badly, Sir.”
They don’t play with titles often between them, and if Lan Xichen thinks he needs them now.. .
“Master,” Jin Guangyao corrects, leaning into it. He needs to own Lan Xichen tonight, to possess him entirely, to make him into a thing for his own pleasure. “You are mine . A thing,” he almost spits.
“A-oh—” Lan Xichen’s lips part, eyes go wide. He wants this as much as Jin Guangyao does.
Jin Guangyao snaps the crop down against Lan Xichen’s dick for a second time. “That’s not what I want to hear from your lips, A-Huan.”
The crop cracks against tender skin a third time, and Lan Xichen howls, rising up on his toes at the pain rocking through his body. Jin Guangyao almost restrains himself but allows the violence to spill outward from his hands, and he hits Lan Xichen’s cock again. And again.
The chain between Lan Xichen’s nipples, the clamps, sways as Lan Xichen fights not to step back, step away from the pain.
Jin Guangyao strides forward and closes the space between them, reaching up with his free hand to force his fingers into Lan Xichen’s mouth to hook them behind his teeth as he drags Lan Xichen down to his level.
“Who do you belong to?” he snaps, knowing full well it will be difficult for Lan Xichen to answer him with his fingers in his mouth. Jin Guangyao doesn’t take pity on him, keeping his fingers in place.
“You. You, Master,” Lan Xichen finally manages, the words muffled, almost unrecognizable, as Jin Guangyao forces his jaw open, keeping Lan Xichen from easily moving his jaw to speak.
Jin Guangyao is starting to be able to breathe again. Satisfied, he releases his hold of Lan Xichen’s mouth, rubbing the wetness off his fingers across Lan Xichen’s cheek.
“What are you?” Jin Guangyao asks as he trails his fingers down the sharp line of Lan Xichen’s jaw, down his throat, the center of his chest, to the chain hanging between his nipples.
He can see Lan Xichen’s adams apple bob as he swallows hard. “A thing for my Master to use.”
Jin Guangyao hums in pleasure, the answer washing over him and bringing the sweetest peace he’s ever felt in his life.
“To hurt,” Jin Guangyao says as he hooks two fingers in the chain and slowly pulls it taut. The clover clamps tighten as he puts more and more pressure on them. Lan Xichen closes his eyes, whining high in the back of his throat as his nipples are slowly stretched and pulled forward in a viciously tight hold.
“To hurt, Master.” Lan Xichen’s voice goes high in his pain.
“You are the most exquisite creature.” Jin Guangyao sighs in pleasure. Gooseflesh breaks out down his arms, and heat builds between his legs, the promise of greater arousal to come.
“I am yours to use, Master,” Lan Xichen whispers through his pain. He’s trembling now, the faintest tremor racing down his chest as Jin Guangyao holds the chain tight.
He wants to rip them off, to hear Lan Xichen scream. It’s too soon, and he lets the chain drop back against Lan Xichen’s chest and grabs hold of his dick instead. Jin Guangyao jerks his cock roughly, with no consideration for Lan Xichen’s pleasure. He doesn’t need to; Lan Xichen grows hard under the quick pulls of his dick anyway.
“You’re so fucking easy,” Jin Guangyao sneers as he focuses on the tip of Lan Xichen’s dick, working his foreskin roughly back and forth over his cockhead. “I’m not even making it feel good.”
Lan Xichen just groans and trembles with the effort not to fuck into Jin Guangyao’s palm.
“Boring.” Jin Guangyao sighs as he releases his grip and steps back. Lan Xichen’s cock slaps up against his stomach. “But I can fix that.” He traces the loop of the crop up the underside of Lan Xichen’s shaft, smiling as he shudders. “How many times can I hit you before you go soft? Will you go soft?”
The only answer is the ragged sound of Lan Xichen’s breath.
Jin Guangyao steps back and flicks the tip of the crop up against Lan Xichen’s balls. “Spread.”
Lan Xichen doesn’t even hesitate. He does, however, take a deep, bracing breath. Jin Guangyao waits until he’s at the end of his exhale before he begins to strike his balls with sharp, rapid taps from the crop. The leather slaps against skin, it makes Lan Xichen’s balls sway, and it makes him almost choke on his breath.
The heat that had been building between Jin Guangyao’s thighs tips into full arousal. His heartbeat throbs in his dick, and he, in turn, strikes Lan Xichen to the kickdrum beating of his heart.
Sweet sounds of pain fall from Lan Xichen’s mouth. Choked-off little whimpers and moans, the sharp inhale of his breath when the crop lands harder than he expected. Jin Guangyao lets go and allows himself to push as hard as he wants, to take as much as he wants.
Lan Xichen’s cock stays hard for most of it. From the rapid slaps of leather to his balls to the much harder smacks across the shaft of his cock. It’s only when Jin Guangyao pulls his arm back and really lands the crop full-force against the underside of Lan Xichen’s cockhead that he even begins to soften.
A wail pierces the Hanshi, and finally, finally, Lan Xichen’s arms fall as he steps away from the pain.
Jin Guangyao could crow with delight. He tosses the crop down onto the floor as he smiles, all teeth, at Lan Xichen.
“You stupid fucking slut,” he says, almost laughing as he advances.
Lan Xichen looks dumbstruck at himself as Jin Guangyao reaches up, grabs hold of his long, glossy hair, and drags him down. He hits the floor on his knees with a painful-sounding thump.
There’s no art in the way Jin Guangyao pulls at Lan Xichen’s hair. He grabs it from the middle, jerking his head back so he can crack his palm over Lan Xichen’s cheek again, every bit as hard as the first time he slapped him.
The slap echoes in Jin Guangyao’s dick, and he groans with his own pleasure.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. A—” Lan Xichen freezes as he realizes his misstep, eyes wide in fear.
Jin Guangyao’s hand cracks against the other side of his face, and he is alight with the violence thrumming through his body, the way it spills out over the surface and washes over Lan Xichen.
“Apologize,” Jin Guangyao demands.
Lan Xichen grovels. He drops down on his hands and lowers his head to Jin Guangyao’s feet. “Master.” His voice is hoarse. “Master, forgive this stupid slut.”
The most powerful cultivator of their generation, naked on his belly at Jin Guangyao’s feet.
“Oh, if only your uncle could see you now,” Jin Guangyao laughs at Lan Xichen. “If your fellow sect leaders knew how pathetic you are, how easily you beg someone like me to control you. How easily you allow yourself to be used.”
Jin Guangyao kicks Lan Xichen’s shoulder until he rolls over on his back, and he squats down to get closer to Lan Xichen’s level. Then, he takes fire into his hands. “You aren’t even fit to be a whore, A-Huan,” he whispers. “A whore is better than this, better than you .”
He thinks Lan Xichen stops breathing as he stares, wild-eyed, up at Jin Guangyao from his place on the floor.
“What are you?” Jin Guangyao asks as he reaches out to gently stroke his fingers over Lan Xichen’s lips.
“ Nothing ,” the First Jade of Lan, the incomparable Zewu-jun, whispers. “A thing.” His voice cracks. “A thing to be used by it’s betters, it’s Master.”
Jin Guangyao is on fire. He drops down to sit on Lan Xichen’s chest and takes the chain between his nipples back in his fingers, drawing it up between his thighs until Lan Xichen starts whining like a little bitch.
“That’s right,” Jin Guangyao hums as he slowly grinds down on Lan Xichen’s chest. It’s not enough to make him come, but it feels so good to rub himself against Lan Xichen as he whimpers in pain. “Beg me to rip the clamps off your tits, A-Huan.”
Tears leak from the corners of Lan Xichen’s eyes the tighter Jin Guangyao pulls the nipple clamps, the harder they bite into the tender flesh of his nipples.
“Please hurt this—this worthless thing,” Lan Xichen manages after a few moments of wordlessly working his mouth. “Please. Please—Master, please rip the clamps off this stupid slut.”
Friction or not, Jin Guangyao feels like he could come just at those words. Even more so as he jerks on the chain and rips the clamps clean off Lan Xichen’s tits.
Lan Xichen bucks up under him on the floor, but Jin Guangyao bears down on him, pinning him to the floor as he screams in pain. Tears flow freely now as he keens softly in pain, trying to rock back and forth to soothe himself. He’s shaking violently, and Jin Guangyao needs more .
Jin Guangyao is ravenous. He leans down over Lan Xichen and forcibly jerks his head to the side to sink his teeth into his throat. He bites to bruise, to leave an ugly, vicious mark on Lan Xichen’s pristine skin. Under him, Lan Xichen sobs, Jin Guangyao does not stop biting and does not stop claiming Lan Xichen as his own.
He bites, and he bites, and he grinds his dick onto Lan Xichen’s chest, wishing that he was naked so he could let the evidence of his arousal coat Lan Xichen’s chest, marking him with his scent as much as his teeth.
Jin Guangyao loses himself in the claiming and only comes to when Lan Xichen finally stops struggling and goes still and limp on the floor. Only then does Jin Guangyao sit up, breathing hard, almost panting as he stares down at Lan Xichen.
It feels good . Jin Guangyao rolls his neck and shoulders and breathes in as Lan Xichen cries quietly. The tension that held him in a vice grip is gone. He feels liquid and limber. He leans down and presses the softest kiss to Lan Xichen’s lips. He coaxes Lan Xichen’s lips open and sweeps his tongue into his mouth, tasting the salt from the tears on his lips.
It feels like he can taste Lan Xichen’s fear, his arousal, and he savors it. He kisses Lan Xichen until he stops shaking, until he stops crying, until he’s relaxed in a false sense of security.
“We’re going to get up off the floor,” Jin Guangyao says, voice a low whisper as he breaks the kiss. “You’re going to bend over and wrap those pretty fingers around your ankles, and then I’m going to cane you until you lose control and break position.”
“Oh—” The sound breaks on a whimper that goes straight to Jin Guangyao’s dick.
“Maybe you’ll manage not to move before I’ve broken skin. I’d be impressed if that happened. I’d let you come if that happens,” Jin Guangyao says as he strokes his fingers back and forth on Lan Xichen’s kiss-swollen lips. “I don’t think you can do it, though. You’ve failed me once already, and I expect a worthless slut to stay a worthless slut.”
“I—” Lan Xichen closes his mouth before he can continue whatever assurance he is trying to offer.
“Yes, that’s what I thought.” Jin Guangyao stands up and then steps back to make room for Lan Xichen to stagger slowly to his feet.
Jin Guangyao returns to the dresser as Lan Xichen folds himself into position, fingers grasping at his ankles. Ignoring him, Jin Guangyao strips out of his dress slacks and briefs and takes out the leather harness Lan Xichen had custom-made for him.
It takes a few moments to step into it and grab his dick. It’s thick and uncut, the foreskin pulled back over the exposed tip, but more importantly, there’s a vibrator at the base. Technically, it doesn’t need a harness. Jin Guangyao fucks harder than that expectation, and he fits the dick through an O-ring and settles the vibrator against his natural cock. He makes a few final adjustments and, finally, turns back to where Lan Xichen has folded himself in half.
His dick bobs obscenely as he walks back to Lan Xichen, and it’s almost a pity Lan Xichen can’t see , but there is nothing about Lan Xichen’s pleasure in this. Jin Guangyao trails his hand over the curve of his ass and the thick of his thighs. Lan Xichen trembles under touch.
For a moment, Jin Guangyao considers checking in with Lan Xichen. Considers offering him a moment of reassurance. He rejects the idea outright. This isn’t the scene. This isn’t the mood. And, frankly, Jin Guangyao doesn’t give a shit .
He stands behind Lan Xichen and allows his dick to nudge between his thighs. Lan Xichen groans low in his throat. No, Jin Guangyao isn’t going to fucking ruin this perfect mood.
“I’m going to destroy you,” he purrs as he steps back, depriving Lan Xichen of the pleasure of his dick.
“Yes, Master.” The answer is instant, and Jin Guangyao feels the last of today’s tension drain away from his body.
The cane feels good in his palm. The handle is custom-made for his grip. He taps it lightly, rapidly, up and down from the backs of Lan Xichen’s knees to the top of his ass. The light tapping isn’t out of any kind of mercy. If anything, it’s the opposite, aiming to make Lan Xichen brace for more, to start dreading the first stinging slap of rattan against his unwarmed skin.
Jin Guangyao draws it out, tapping, tapping, tapping until Lan Xichen is shaking. Only when he’s certain that Lan Xichen’s gone from fear to comfort does Jin Guangyao snap the cane viciously across the tops of his thighs.
Lan Xichen yelps like a dog. Jin Guangyao laughs and strikes him again, and again, and again . The cane whistles through the air and lands on pale skin, leaving behind vivid red welts. Each stroke makes his cock throb, and he almost throws the cane down to drag Lan Xichen down on the floor and mount him, but he makes himself wait.
It will be better if he’s ruined Lan Xichen before he chases his orgasm in his body. It will be so much sweeter if he’s crying, his body on fire with pain.
Cane welts quickly cover Lan Xichen’s skin, from the very backs of his knees up to the curve of his ass. They’re close together, but Jin Guangyao doesn’t cross them, at least not at first.
Not until Lan Xichen is sobbing, tears falling freely, splattering down on the ground. His thighs are shaking, and every line of his body is tense with the effort to hold position. He is magnificent.
He is even more beautiful when Jin Guangyao snatches up the thinnest cane off the bed and whips it across as many welts as he can manage.
The scream splits the air, and Jin Guangyao shakes in pleasure. Lan Xichen sobs, his body heaving. The cane snaps down a second time, and skin splits. Blood wells at the intersection of three different welts. Jin Guangyao reaches down and grabs hold of his dick, flipping the vibrator on as he starts to jerk himself off without any regard for Lan Xichen.
Lan Xichen drops to the floor, crying and shaking as he curls himself into the fetal position.
“Get up . Fuck, you stupid fucking—” Jin Guangyao’s breath catches, and he has to take his hand off his dick so he doesn’t come too soon. “Get up,” he repeats.
“I—” Lan Xichen is still crying as he forces himself to his hands and knees.
“Get over here and get your mouth on my dick before I take that cane to your ass and make you bleed again, A-Huan.” Jin Guangyao’s voice breaks; he doesn’t care .
Lan Xichen crawls to him on unsteady hands. He’s wrecked, his eyes swollen and red, snot and tears making his face a mess. Still, he crawls; still, he opens his mouth, and the second Jin Guangyao’s dick hits his tongue, Jin Guangyao is fucking forward into his face.
Jin Guangyao switches up the vibrations as he forces his dick into Lan Xichen’s throat. As Lan Xichen chokes on his cock, Jin Guangyao’s entire body shudders in pleasure.
It’s an awkward position for Lan Xichen. He’s too tall to kneel up properly, not short enough to sit down and take Jin Guangyao’s cock in his throat. Jin Gaungyao fucks his mouth, fucks his throat without caring. Lan Xichen slouches, trying to keep himself upright on his hands as Jin Guangyao fucks into his throat.
The dick is thick, and even Jin Guangyao can feel how Lan Xichen struggles to take it and can hear how Lan Xichen struggles to breathe. He’s gagging, choking. Jin Gaungayo fucks forward, cutting off his ability to breathe until Lan Xichen manages to grab hold of his thighs and pull himself off Jin Guangyao’s dick.
“Do better,” Jin Guangyao snarls, forcing his way back into Lan Xichen’s mouth, grabbing hold of his head and holding him in place so that he can use his mouth. “Stupid little cocksleeve,” he spits.
Lan Xichen does not do better. It’s beautiful. He’s shaking violently by the time Jin Guangyao slams forward, jamming his dick down Lan Xichen’s throat as he comes.
The second Lan Xichen’s mouth is free he collapses onto the floor, coughing and gasping for breath.
Jin Guangyao grabs hold of his dick and grinds it back against his natural cock as he rides his orgasm to the very end. It is one of the best orgasms he can ever remember having. He feels alive . Every inch of his body is on fire, singing in pleasure as he finally flicks the vibrator off.
He only takes a few seconds to breathe, though, before he rips the harness off and tosses it aside so he can drop down on the floor.
“Oh, you poor pathetic little slut,” he says as he reaches out and lays a hand on Lan Xichen’s flank. Lan Xichen flinches and Jin Guangyao laughs. He’s getting come all over the Hanshi floor, but he doesn’t care. He keeps stroking Lan Xichen’s thigh until he relaxes.
Until the sense of security clicks into place, the fear of being hurt passes away. Lan Xichen belly crawls to lay his head in Jin Guangyao’s lap, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he whimpers and cries.
“I know. I know. You did so well, so well for me, A-Huan,” Jin Guangyao praises, gently brushing his hair out of his face. “I’m so proud of you.” He lets Lan Xichen cry quietly while lying in his lap, petting his side, avoiding any welts.
Eventually, the tears stop, and Jin Guangyao leans down to kiss him on the forehead, cupping his face with his hands.
“Thank you,” Lan Xichen whispers.
“For destroying you? You’re welcome,” he says with a smile. “Come up. I don’t want to sit here with my bare ass on the floor.”
Lan Xichen sighs, but he manages to get to his feet.
The welts on his ass are already starting to heal, and the broken skin closed. There’s still the lingering desire to push, but Jin Guangyao banks that fire. He guides Lan Xichen into the bathroom and gently wipes his face.
“How’s your throat?”
Lan Xichen laughs, a little horse. “I knew you were having a bad day, A-Yao, but is it always that difficult to work with your—”
Jin Guangyao lays a finger against Lan Xichen’s lips. He has no idea; he’ll never understand. Or at least, not if Jin Guangyao doesn’t tell him. “I’m tired.” Maybe tomorrow, he’ll try to explain. Perhaps he’ll just take his anger out on Lan Xichen again. Either way, Lan Xichen will make space for him. For now, he goes up on his toes and kisses Lan Xichen. “Let’s get ready for bed.”