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Hwei landed hard on his side against the stone floor, gasping for air as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. His face smarted from where Jhin had pistol whipped him, and when he heard the gun click right above his head, he froze, paralyzed by fear.
Hwei wasn’t sure how to describe their relationship, but this game of cat and mouse they played was part of it. Whenever Hwei thought they’d achieved some level of normalcy, Jhin would unravel all of their hard work and disappear, ever a slave to his compulsions. But Hwei would always diligently follow him; Jhin liked to be pursued, to feel wanted and adored, and Hwei would do anything for the man, if it meant he had the opportunity to deepen his own understanding of him.
Normally, their reunion would always happen at the perfect moment: the climax of one of Jhin’s many momentous performances. But this time had been different. This time, Jhin had plainly proclaimed his intention to leave, albeit quite cruelly. The man had tricked Hwei into letting him bind him, tying him up in braided cordage and suspending him from the ceiling of their shared bedroom. But instead of making love to him like he’d promised, Jhin had just stepped back and laughed, making Hwei watch as he packed up his belongings and left. And this time, he’d issued a warning to Hwei, or rather, a challenge: try to stop me, and see what happens.
So Hwei had done just that. He’d tracked Jhin down to a lively port city in southern Ionia, where he’d discovered the man was planning his next show. The city hosted a festival at the end of each summer on the boardwalk—Jhin intended to bomb the docks, and send the entire festival underwater. Ever one for dramatics, Jhin had turned one of the festival’s attractions into his lair, where Hwei had eventually confronted him.
Such a stupid idea, Hwei thought as Jhin pressed Whisper against the top of his head, threatening to paint the floor with his blood. Jhin’s hideout was a maze of mirrors, meant to disorient and misdirect—Hwei quickly found it impossible to keep up with Jhin, or differentiate him from his reflections. After a humiliatingly brief fight, he found himself out of mana and backed into a corner, completely at the other’s mercy.
The gun clicked another three times, Jhin’s finger working uselessly against the trigger. The man laughed when Hwei finally raised his head to meet his maniacal gaze, his amused expression hidden behind his signature mask, “I told you the gun wasn’t loaded. Don’t you feel silly for not believing me?”
“You’re not exactly known for your honesty,” Hwei hissed as he pulled himself into a kneeling position, supporting his body with his arms.
Jhin hummed noncommittally, circling him like a predator would their prey. He twirled his gun around his fingers as he walked, returning the weapon to its holster with a flourish as he stopped in front of Hwei. His mask’s chiseled visage reflected off of every mirror, making Hwei feel as if he was completely surrounded.
“You’re right,” Jhin said simply, shrugging. “I’m not.”
Distracted by Jhin’s imposing figure, Hwei didn’t notice the snare until it was too late. He yelped when Jhin tugged on the snare’s thin, black cord, binding his wrists together and pulling his arms out from under him, causing him to fall forward on his stomach. Jhin swiftly pinned the rest of his body to the floor, kneeling on his shoulder blades as he tied another cord around his ankles. Hwei squirmed and struggled as Jhin tied off the cordage and imbued the binds with his deadly magic, though he knew it was all in vain—he was completely overpowered.
He felt himself start to despair when Jhin moved off of him—he was going to leave again, just like he had months prior. Sometimes, this game of theirs was fun, but this last time had been nothing short of miserable. The way Jhin had left had really hurt and humiliated him.
His spiraling was cut short when Jhin grabbed him by the hair and pulled, forcing him up onto his knees. He was manhandled into Jhin’s lap, and gasped when the older man began to shamelessly grope at his waist and chest. He watched his own violation in the mirror in front of him, utterly mortified—was Jhin serious about this?
“Jhin, no—“ Hwei choked out as the older man plucked open his robe and pushed up his top, openly ogling his bare form in the mirror. The cool brass of the gauntlet on Jhin’s right hand contrasted sharply with the warm leather of the glove on his left, causing Hwei to moan as the man teasingly tugged and tweaked his nipples. “We need to talk—ah !” he cried pitifully when Jhin roughly yanked and twisted them, closing his eyes to shield himself from his own embarrassing reflection, as well as to conceal his true feelings from Jhin. He was angry and upset with the older man, and he shouldn’t want or enjoy this at all, at least not now… But his body was aroused regardless, his hardening cock already leaking through the thin fabric of his pants. Spirits, maybe he really was sick in the head.
“Oh, but talking is so boring. Show, don’t tell, right?” Jhin asked facetiously as he clawed down Hwei’s chest with his fingertips. Hwei squirmed when one of Jhin’s hands reached between his legs, groping his half-hard cock through his loose pants. He had no leverage to close his legs together, and his bound hands were too weak to pull him off, allowing the man to touch him freely.
“Stop…” Hwei pleaded when Jhin loosened the drawstring of his pants and pulled them down slightly, releasing his cock. Too curious for his own good, he peeked through his eyelashes at his own reflection, watching in the mirror as his cock bounced at the sharp movement, a string of precum flying off the tip. His eyes had turned bright pink, matching the flush of arousal on his cheeks and chest. Embarrassed, he quickly squeezed his eyes shut again, hoping Jhin hadn’t seen.
Jhin wrapped his gloved hand around Hwei’s shaft, steadily stroking it while his other armored hand continued to grope Hwei’s chest, pinching and plucking at one of his nipples. The younger felt a deep sense of humiliation as he reached full hardness under Jhin’s ministrations, choking on a moan as Jhin’s hand sped up on his cock, the man’s leather glove making a lewd squelching noise as it smeared against his precum. He begged Jhin to stop, to slow down, to do anything but this, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Jhin panted breathlessly into Hwei’s neck, his hot breath puffing out of the eyeholes of his mask—he was evidently enjoying this too much to listen.
Just before the pleasure crested past the point of no return, Hwei sharply twisted his body away from Jhin, somehow managing to dislodge himself from the older man’s grip. He lost his balance and fell forward, landing hard on his elbows and knees. He tried to crawl away, but Jhin had him locked down completely in seconds, laying over top of him and crushing him with his full weight. “Jhin, please stop,” Hwei whined as the older man used the opportunity to grind his hard cock against his ass, inadvertently pressing Hwei’s cock into the cool stone floor beneath them. He opened his eyes to get his bearings, but when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he quickly buried his face in his bound hands, his face burning in shame.
But Jhin didn’t let him look away. He hooked his right hand under Hwei’s throat and dug the metal fingertips of his gauntlet into the tender flesh of his neck, tilting his face upwards. Jhin met his gaze in the mirror in front of them, as striking and intense as ever. His single eye narrowed in glee as the colors in Hwei’s eyes shifted rapidly, the painter’s mixed emotions on full display: the violet of his fear, the crimson of his anger, and the sweet baby pink of his arousal.
“I warned you that this would happen, dear,” Jhin tutted, brushing his masked face against Hwei’s cheek. “It’s not my fault you don’t listen—too busy crying and feeling sorry for yourself, as always.” Jhin released his hold on Hwei’s throat and sat back on his knees behind him, trapping Hwei’s legs beneath his full weight. A bit of black anguish crept into Hwei’s gaze as he remembered what Jhin was referring to: when Jhin had been about to leave, he’d burst into tears and begged him to stay, but Jhin had just ignored him.
For better or for worse, Jhin didn’t let Hwei wallow in his despair for long. He abruptly pulled Hwei’s hips up to grind against his ass, pressing between his shoulder blades to force his back into a lewd arch. Hwei yelped when Jhin tugged his pants down completely, exposing his bare ass and thighs to the cool air of the hideout. “You aren’t even wearing underwear,” Jhin scoffed. “That’s practically an invitation, you know.”
With no warning, Jhin cracked the open palm of his gloved hand against Hwei’s ass, eliciting a strained cry from the younger man. And he didn’t stop at a single hit—he spanked Hwei in alternating strikes on either cheek for nearly a minute, the strength behind each slap increasing as Hwei’s struggle against the pain intensified. “No—no— Jhin—” Hwei cried pathetically in time with each strike, trying and failing to squirm out from under the older man. His cock wept between his legs, a small puddle of precum quickly forming underneath him—he was such a masochist, and Jhin knew that better than anyone.
When Jhin finally stopped his assault, Hwei collapsed, falling forward on his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He turned his head and opened his eyes, blinking away tears as he focused on the array of mirrors to his side. Unlike the mirror in front of him, these mirrors reflected a variety of angles of his debauchery: his bound ankles, his arched back, and the bright red handprints Jhin had left all over his ass… The view gave Hwei a striking moment of clarity. This wasn’t Jhin just being mean—this was a performance.
He flexed his bound wrists, experimenting with his magic. Just as he’d suspected, his mana was rapidly replenishing itself, feeding off of the magic Jhin had imbued his cordage with. Jhin didn’t want him to be completely helpless, it seemed. That’s likely where most of his enjoyment was coming from: the idea that Hwei could fight him off, but wouldn’t. And admittedly, the thought excited Hwei, too. Sometimes, it felt good to be trapped under Jhin’s thumb.
Jhin chuckled knowingly as he smoothed his hands up and down Hwei’s waist and hips, grinding sensually against Hwei’s bare ass. In one of the mirrors, Hwei could see the outline of Jhin’s cock tenting the loose material of his pants, a pronounced wet spot staining the purple fabric black. Now fully aware of the game they were playing, Hwei played along and flattened his back, pulling his hips away from Jhin and pressing them flat to the floor. “Jhin, I’m serious,” he warned, cringing as his voice wavered. He would never be as good of an actor as Jhin was. “Get off of me.”
He met Jhin’s gaze in the mirror again; there was a taunting gleam in the older man’s eye, as if he was daring Hwei to strike him. Never once breaking eye contact, Jhin wordlessly reached into one of the pouches he kept strapped to his belt and fished out an ornate glass bottle. Hwei recognized it immediately when he heard the sloshing of liquid inside the small bottle: a cooling lubricant supposedly imbued with True Ice, he vehemently hated it. Freezing him from the inside out, it heightened the sensitivity of his body to an uncomfortable degree, making him more reactive and pliant whenever Jhin used it on him. Just what Jhin wanted, he supposed as he swallowed nervously.
Without further delay, Jhin swiftly uncorked the bottle and spread Hwei’s ass with his gloved hand, pouring the lubricant directly over his twitching hole. “No, no, no—! ” Hwei cried in shock as Jhin pressed the rim of the bottle directly against his opening, pumping the remainder of the icy lubricant directly into him. He shivered and whimpered pathetically as the cold spread through him, goosebumps rising on his bare skin. He practically sobbed when Jhin pressed his thumb into him in one quick movement, the warmth of the older man’s hand contrasting sharply with the arcane chill that gripped his body.
He moaned out a series of protests as Jhin gently massaged his sweet spot inside and out, his thumb working against the bundle of nerves inside of him, while his other hand pressed against his taint. His metal fingers occasionally scraped against his bruised ass, drawing little groans of pain out of Hwei’s throat as well.
“Oh, quit it with the incessant whining,” Jhin murmured, but he didn’t sound very annoyed, too focused on the task at hand. “Think of it this way, my dear—if we use it all now, you won’t have to worry about me using it on you in the future. I know you hate it.” He slipped his thumb out of Hwei’s hole and spread it—Hwei flushed bright red when he caught the view in one of the mirrors, watching as the ring of muscles at his rim twitched around nothing. He couldn’t believe that was the view Jhin always saw when they came together like this—it was so humiliating.
Jhin released him and spanked him again once, moving both of his hands to his pants to unfasten them. As soon as the fabric fell around his knees, Jhin leaned over him, one hand steadying his cock and the other gripping Hwei firmly by the hair, pressing his cheek into the stone floor. Hwei thrashed in fear, his breath catching in his throat—Jhin usually prepared him much more than that. Penetration was definitely going to hurt.
Jhin easily overpowered him, using the weight of his muscular chest and toned stomach to pin Hwei to the floor. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the cold that had settled deep into Hwei’s bones, intensifying every sensation as Jhin finally pressed into him, stretching him painfully with his girth. Hwei sobbed loudly, flinching and twitching as Jhin violated him—in the mirror, he saw his eyes flicker through a kaleidoscope of colors, his mind unable to keep up with his body.
“What, you don’t like this?” Jhin sighed breathlessly as he bottomed out. “The last time we were together, you were begging for it.” He punctuated his words with a sharp, aggressive thrust, his balls hitting the back of Hwei’s thighs with a loud, wet slap. Hwei whimpered and curled in on himself when the thrust hit his prostate dead on, his cock rubbing against the floor. The dual sensation was maddening.
Jhin supported himself on both arms as he rutted into Hwei at a steady pace, his armored hand pressed to the nape of Hwei’s neck, and his other pressed to the floor beside Hwei’s head. The painter watched in the mirror as Jhin’s hips bounced with each thrust, the muscles in his ass and thighs shifting and bulging erotically. Jhin really had a perfect body, he thought dreamily. If only he had the personality to match.
As if to prove Hwei’s point, Jhin chuckled darkly through his groans of pleasure, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. “What was it you said after I tied you up? ‘Oh, Jhin, please, touch me more,' ” he breathed dramatically, mocking Hwei’s plaintive begging from months before. “‘ Make love to me, please…’ ”
Hwei shook his head in response to Jhin’s awful teasing, anguished by his flippant cruelty. Since his earlier realization, Hwei hadn’t planned to fight Jhin at all, but as usual, the older man had managed to cross the line of what Hwei was willing to allow. He grit his teeth against Jhin’s punchy thrusts, channeling his magic through his bound hands where they were pinned beneath his chest.
He could sense the nail polish on Jhin’s hands, even beneath his metal gauntlet. Hwei preferred to work with fresh paint, but for what he was planning, it would just have to do. He curled his fingers and pulled, bending the paint on Jhin’s fingertips to his will.
He heard Jhin’s gasp as the paint crept up his arm beneath his armor, his thrusts abruptly halting as he realized what Hwei was doing. But it was too late for him—Hwei balled his hands into fists and lit the paint ablaze, relishing in Jhin’s choppy, agonized groans.
Of course, however, Jhin was a masochist, too. As if an attack like that could truly deter him.
In an instant, Jhin pulled out and flipped Hwei over, cracking him sharply across the face with his gauntlet. He grabbed him roughly by the chin with the same hand, and Hwei screamed in exhilarated terror as the metal of the armor turned white-hot and burned him.
“Ahh, it really feels so much better when you try to fight me,” Jhin sighed as he pushed Hwei’s bound legs over one shoulder and entered him again, resuming his thrusts as if nothing had happened. “If only you weren’t so weak.” Hwei moaned despite himself, tears running hot down his face as he was overwhelmed by both pain and pleasure. He grasped at the collar of Jhin’s shirt weakly, holding on for dear life.
Jhin moaned breathlessly in response to Hwei’s tender gesture and moved his armored hand to the younger’s hip, burning him there as well. “That’s it, just sit and take it like a good boy,” the man praised when Hwei barely reacted to his heated touch. “You already know your place is beneath me—nowhere else.”
The irony of Jhin’s words struck Hwei deeply, inspiring him to act. He yanked his legs from the man’s grip and spread them around his head, using his bound ankles to pull the man forward by the back of his neck. Sent off-balance by the move, Jhin careened forward, his mask knocking against Hwei’s forehead, their faces less than an inch apart. Hwei moaned breathlessly and brought his hands up to hold Jhin by the sides of his face. “Stay, then,” he whispered against the lips of Jhin’s mask, meeting the man’s intense, crimson gaze. “Don’t leave me alone again, Jhin.”
Jhin’s eye closed, and Hwei choked on a moan as the older man suddenly pressed his thighs against his chest, pounding into him even harder than before. “Jhin, ah—ah—ahh—!” Hwei called out to the other desperately as each thrust brought him closer to the edge. Finally, a hard, jagged thrust pushed him right over the edge; he gasped and sighed as cum shot from his tip in hot, messy bursts, his climax washing over him like a wave.
Belatedly, Hwei realized Jhin had cum as well, and cringed when the man pulled out, the other’s spend dripping freely from his tender, abused hole. He watched tiredly as Jhin pulled off his gauntlet to survey the damage Hwei’s paint had done to his body. As Hwei suspected, his entire arm was burned in a stylized pattern of painted flame, red and tender to the touch.
“Don’t even think about pulling this little stunt of yours again,” Jhin warned, glaring at him and trying to seem unimpressed.
But Hwei knew a part of the man was proud of him; he would have never done something so bold when they first met. He laughed despite himself and sat up, unconsciously running his hand over the spot where Jhin had returned the favor and burned him as well, “I hope you realize I could easily say the same to you.”