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When Jiang Cheng had made Wen Ning a master of zidian, he hadn’t expected this to happen. He can’t say he minds it, but he definitely hadn’t had this scenario in mind at the time.
Jiang Cheng is currently bound by his own whip, wrists tied by zidian behind his back, with the whip then extending out to circle his torso several times, traveling down around his hips and thighs, drawing them apart to display his cock, standing tall and weeping as the end of the spiritual weapon curled around it’s base. The pulses of spiritual energy surging through the whip did nothing to help his situation, nor did the look in Wen Ning’s eyes.
The younger man, who’d just finished divesting himself of his own clothing and was approaching the bed where Jiang Cheng knelt, gazed at him with dark, hungry eyes not unlike a beast approaching his prey. And what lovely prey it was, Wen Ning thought to himself. Stark naked with his hair undone and tumbling over his shoulders, zidian’s purple glow illuminating his beautifully sculpted edges and curves, chest quickly rising and falling as he gulped air through soft, parted lips.
Wen Ning stood in front of the beautifully bound man, his hand lifting the other’s chin. Leaning down, he pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Jiang Cheng’s lips, tutting softly when the older man eagerly tried to follow his retreating lips as he pulled back.
“Now now a-Cheng, be a good boy, hm? You have to earn it,” he chuckled, smirking as the older man’s eyes widened, then trailed down to Wen Ning’s own erection mere inches from his face. Jiang Cheng leaned forward, pressing kisses up the underside of Wen Ning’s shaft, pausing at the top to flick his tongue out to collect the pearls of precum that were beading at the tip. Wen Ning watched with lidded eyes as Jiang Cheng wrapped his mouth around the tip of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip before sliding his mouth further down.
Wen Ning’s hands found themselves tangled in Jiang Cheng’s hair, tugging harshly. He groaned as the moan from the older man vibrated through his cock, thrusting forward ever so slightly into that wet, hot, heavenly mouth. Jiang Cheng’s tongue worked itself along the underside of Wen Ning’s cock, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed his head up and down the younger man’s length. Dark eyes flicked up to look at his lover’s, the lust, love, and desire present in them spurring him on. Wen Ning’s hands tightened in his hair as Jiang Cheng gave a hard suck to the tip of the younger man’s cock every time he pulled up, then swallowing tightly around the length once he went back down. Wen Ning groaned and gave a sharp tug to Jiang Cheng’s hair, pulling the man’s mouth off of his cock.
Kneeling behind Jiang Cheng, Wen Ning pushed the older man’s back until his face was pressed into the bed, ass up and waiting for the younger man.
Wen Ning admired the smooth, supple cheeks in front of him for a moment, enjoying watching the older man squirm with each passing second that he remained untouched. Finally, his hands reached out and spread those beautiful cheeks apart, exposing the pink, puckered hole between them.
A gasp left Jiang Cheng’s lips as he felt a warm, wet tongue pressed against his entrance, moving in agonizingly slow circles around the tight ring. His breath came in quick gasps as Wen Ning’s tongue flicked over his entrance several times before finally pushing itself slowly inside. Jiang Cheng pushed his hips back, trying to urge that wonderful tongue further inside. He was not disappointed, breath caught in his throat when one of the hands moved down to teasingly stroke his balls as the wonderfully skilled tongue fucked deeper into him.
Jiang Cheng’s thighs trembled, threatening to collapse as Wen Ning’s tongue brushed his prostate, a sound escaping his lips that was halfway between a cry and a moan. The hand on his balls traveled up to begin stroking his weeping erection as the tongue inside him kept abusing his prostate. Jiang Cheng could feel the pressure building in his gut, kept at bay by zidian wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. He whined as his hips moved back and forth, desperate for more of everything Wen Ning was giving.
The tongue left him for a moment, only to be quickly replaced by two oil slicked fingers. They pressed into his ass, stretching him open further. His hips stuttered as Wen Ning found his prostate again, rubbing his fingers against it until Jiang Cheng felt tears escaping his eyes as the bundle of nerves was continually assaulted. He was sure he would’ve come by now if not for zidian’s grip on his cock.
“A-Ning please,” Jiang Cheng sobbed as Wen Ning’s third finger joined the first two. His body shuddered at those fingers stretching and curling inside him. The hand left his cock to administer a slap to his rear that had him keening into the mattress.
“As you wish.” Wen Ning’s voice was low and thick, sending a shiver down Jiang Cheng’s spine. The fingers left his ass for a moment, to be quickly replaced by the thick head of Wen Ning’s cock.
Strong hands held Jiang Cheng’s hips as Wen Ning slowly pushed into the older man’s tight heat, pausing when he bottomed out. A long, low moan left Jiang Cheng’s lips, slightly muffled by the bedsheets, as he felt himself being filled up by his lover’s wonderful length.
“A-Ning~” he wiggled his hips slightly after a moment, prompting Wen Ning to begin thrusting rhythmically in and out. A low growl escaped Wen Ning’s throat as he reached forward and grasped Jiang Cheng’s hair, using it to pull the older man up against his chest. Jiang Cheng’s breath came in short pants, his cock bobbing against his stomach with every thrust Wen Ning made.
Wen Ning’s hand moved from his hair to settle around Jiang Cheng’s throat, squeezing slightly, feeling the moan in his hand as it left the older man’s throat. His thrusts were sharp and quick now, angled to hit Jiang Cheng’s prostate with every thrust. Moans and whimpers spilled from Jiang Cheng’s parted lips, quickly muffled by two of Wen Ning’s fingers invading his mouth. Jiang Cheng eagerly accepted them, his tongue sliding messily between them as he sucked the digits further into his mouth.
Jiang Cheng felt like he was about to burst from the pressure still steadily building in his gut, growing with each thrust to his prostate like a spring being coiled tightly, aching for release. He whined around the fingers in his mouth as zidian delivered several small jolts of energy to his cock in time with Wen Ning’s thrusts.
Wen Ning’s hips began to stutter as he approached his peak, Jiang Cheng sucking harder on his fingers when he noticed, purposely clenching his ass around the younger man’s cock. Growling lowly, Wen Ning gave a few final thrusts, burying himself deep into Jiang Cheng as he came. Reaching a hand around to Jiang Cheng’s cock, Wen Ning gave a few quick strokes, releasing zidian from it’s hold on the older man. Jiang Cheng moaned, stars dancing behind his eyelids as he was finally granted release, before collapsing breathlessly against Wen Ning’s chest.
As zidian made its way back to his hand, Jiang Cheng tiredly turned his head to glance up at Wen Ning.
“If I’d known this would be the result, I’d have made you one of zidian’s masters a long time ago,” he joked breathlessly, burying his nose into the crook of Wen Ning’s jaw. The younger man laughed, just as out of breath as his arms circled Jiang Cheng’s waist.
“We’ll just have to make up for lost time then, won’t we.”