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Xie Lian hissed as he tossed back a salty-sweet shot of caramel vodka, squinting through the acrid heat. Shi Qingxuan immediately slid him another, the two of them lingering by the bar; the party was starting to intensify as more and more people packed in, the atmosphere growing hot, stifling, electric. Xie Lian adjusted his cream sweater, fanning it out to create some breeze.
"Only you could wear a sweater to a nightclub," Shi Qingxuan said, rolling their eyes.
"En," Xie Lian hummed with a smirk. He tossed back another shot and the movement made soft lace ride up against his ribcage under his sweater.
The alcohol burned on the way down and pooled in his belly, warming him from the inside. The pounding bassline reverberated through the soles of his feet, the mix of music and alcohol making his pulse race and his body thrum. The club was a sinuous mess of entangled bodies, and the liquid courage loosening his limbs and inhibitions made him want to hurl himself into the middle of them, to lose himself in that mass of lips and hands.
"I'm getting laid tonight," he declared, hypnotised by the rhythm. It felt empowering to say, exhilarating to take ownership of his desire. Shi Qingxuan thumped their fist against the bar, squinting as they downed astringent alcohol, then clapped her hands together with delight.
"God, I love it when you say that," they said. "You and me both, if the night goes right."
They leaned over and used the pad of their thumb to neaten up the edges of Xie Lian's cherry red lipstick. His skin tingled with the weight of eyes on him. A flash of movement over their shoulder caught his attention. Across the bar, a tall man in a well-fitting white shirt sipped a glass of wine leisurely; his gaze slid away just as Xie Lian tried to grasp it, but the way that he pointedly avoided looking in his direction was enough. It wasn't easy to see in the dim, fluorescent light, but his broad shoulders and fine bone structure were unmistakable even from a distance. His tailoring was immaculate, showcasing his nicely-muscled biceps, strong thighs, and trim waist.
“There," said Shi Qingxuan. Their hawk eyes noticed his distraction immediately. They whipped around and followed his line of sight, eyebrows shooting up. The second pair of eyes on him finally drew the stranger's attention; he raised his wine glass and gave them a small smile, but his dark eyes were for Xie Lian only. They fell upon him in a way that made his heart pound against his will, his pulse racing in his ears in time to the thumping bass.
"Maybe he'll come over," Xie Lian muttered, worrying his bottom lip.
Shi Qingxuan gave him a little shove. "Maybe you’ll come over," they said. "Don't waste another night making puppy eyes from the bar. Go get him!"
Shi Qingxuan gave him an encouraging thumbs up and mimed 'text me’. Xie Lian smacked his lips together to freshen up his lipstick, his insides jittery and anxious. The closer Xie Lian got, the better the view — and he liked what he saw. The man was much older than him, grey streaks defining his temples and laughter lines softening the corners of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and sipped his wine, surprisingly coy in the face of Xie Lian’s approach.
“You look like you could use some company,” Xie Lian said, leaning against the bar and arching his hip just so — just enough to be inviting, plausible enough to be deniable. “Xie Lian.”
“Jun Wu,” Jun Wu replied. The syllables rolled off his tongue like honey. “Something tells me I’m not the only one.”
“Jun Wu,” Xie Lian repeated slowly, getting a feel for it. “You have a really nice… name.”
The older man laughed, making the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes crinkle and Xie Lian’s heart race. “I could go for company. What about you? Looking for something specific?” he asked, his tone teasing, playful.
Xie Lian tossed his hair coyly and pursed his lips. “I could do with a drink,” he said. “Actually, this place is a little out of my budget. But I really like the, ah… atmosphere.”
“Mmn,” Jun Wu hummed, “I'm sure there's someone around here who would buy you one if you asked nicely.”
Xie Lian laid a light hand on his bicep and leaned into his space, feeling the firm muscle and power there. Xie Lian was by no means small, but the older man was still far taller than him — by a head, at least — and much broader besides. He craned his neck a little to look up at him, peering shyly through his lashes.
“I can be very persuasive... but it takes more than that to get me to say please.”
Jun Wu’s eyebrows shot up. He chuckled, smooth and rich like warm whisky. He took a step closer, the two of them practically head to head now at the dark end of the bar.
“Well, we can't have you going without, can we? Maybe I can teach you some manners,” he said, his eyes captivating Xie Lian's and refusing to let go while he took a deep pull from his glass. Xie Lian barely had time to gasp before firm fingers caught his jaw; Jun Wu seized the opportunity of his open mouth to kiss him hungrily, feeding him the mouthful of red wine until it dribbled over his lips and down his chin. Xie Lian couldn't help the delirious moan that escaped him, the heady, fruity flavour of high quality wine and the hot slide of Jun Wu tongue overloading his senses. His cream sweater was probably spoiled, stained by the wine that had dripped down his chin. He didn't care.
The hand on his face slid around the back of his neck to grip his hair. Jun Wu used the leverage to tilt his head and licked the spilled wine from his face, so fast that he didn't register what was happening until it was done. Xie Lian’s hands fisted in his shirt.
“You know, I think it tastes better on you,” Jun Wu mused.
“Dance with me,” Xie Lian gasped. He didn't wait for an answer before he dragged Jun Wu to the dance floor, breaking through the wall of people with his chest heaving and his lips tingling from the intensity of the kiss. He pulled Jun Wu close and rolled his body sinuously against him, moving with the music while the older man kissed up his neck and buried his face in his hair. The two of them danced back-to-chest with Xie Lian’s ass nudging against the swell of Jun Wu's crotch. He tossed his head back and laughed, the sound snatched by the cacophony of the club, when Jun Wu's clothed erection nestled against his lower back.
Firm hands anchored them together, pressing into the juncture of his hips and thighs. “Quite the little minx, aren't you?" Jun Wu drawled into his ear. Even so close up, the sound was nearly drowned out. Xie Lian grabbed his wrists and used the leverage to grind back against him.
"Why don't we get out of here?" he shouted over the noise. Jun Wu went very still, and for a moment it seemed that he might drag it out more — or, Xie Lian thought with a thrill, even finish right here on the dance floor. Then he found himself being dragged through the crowd of partygoers which parted like a biblical wave. Jun Wu threw open the door to the nightclub bathroom with an unceremonious bang. Xie Lian moaned when he was slammed against the wall of the furthest toilet cubicle, the sound of the latch being thrown making warmth seep from between his legs.
"Ah, ah—" he gasped as Jun Wu mouthed at his neck, pulling his sweater down and licking a hot stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. He was cut off by Jun Wu licking into his mouth, their kissing sloppy and heated as they grappled with each other's clothes. Xie Lian tangled his fingers in the salt-and-pepper of his hair while Jun Wu rucked up his sweater in a frantic search for bare skin. Large hands encircled his trim waist, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of his belly. Xie Lian whimpered as he was pushed further up the wall, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and his thighs around his waist.
“I don't have a condom,” Jun Wu gasped against his skin, panting like the brief moment it took his lips to form the words and break away from Xie Lian’s skin was agony itself.
“Good,” Xie Lian whispered, cupping his face between his hands and licking up the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue. His fingers dug into Jun Wu's back when the older man bit his bottom lip, dragging him back into a passionate, sensual kiss. They melded together perfectly in a dizzying slide of lips and tongue, both caught in a desperate scramble to get Xie Lian’s shorts down his knees.
The first nudge of Jun Wu’s cock against his folds was heaven. He didn’t even bother to remove Xie Lian’s underwear, pulling his panties to the side so he could rut against him, each thrust blindly searching for the wet heat of his hole. Xie Lian made no attempt to muffle his delight when Jun Wu’s cock slid home, his pussy stuffed full. The older man bit down on his exposed shoulder, pounding into him with hard, shallow thrusts that jolted him back against the wall and rung out through the bathroom.
“Hn, ah, ah,” he cried, bearing down with his pelvic muscles until Jun Wu’s pace stuttered and his breath came laboured and heavy on Xie Lian’s neck. He squeezed his walls tight, his pussy lovingly milking his lover’s cock as it stroked him just right, his toes curling. Jun Wu’s pace was brisk, fucking into him with singleminded need. Xie Lian shoved a hand between his legs and smeared his fingers with wetness, desperately jerking his stiff clit until his thighs were shaking and his cunt spasmed around Jun Wu’s length.
“Fuck,” Jun Wu moaned, “fuck, baby, I’m going to— I’m gonna—”
“Yes,” Xie Lian wheezed, his hips jerking helplessly as he touched himself, every stroke of that cock driving him wild. “Inside — oh — cum inside!”
Jun Wu slammed into him one last time with a cry. Xie Lian smiled blissfully, cum filling his pussy until he was sloppy and soaked.
“We're leaving,” Jun Wu growled, sparing him no time to recover. “My place. Now.”
"God, yes," Xie Lian breathed. It took him a second to find his feet when Jun Wu set him back down on the floor, his knees weak and trembling. The sound of club music was muted here, the walls humming with the heavy throb of the bass, otherworldly and surreal. He smoothed out his clothes and pulled up his shorts, not bothering to clean Jun Wu's release from his thighs. When he looked up, the other man was watching intently. His lips and neck were smeared with cherry red lipstick. Xie Lian had no doubt that he looked little better.
They tore through the club, the cooler air outside doing nothing to dampen Xie Lian’s ardour. The bright lights of the club district left spots of psychedelic colour dancing across his vision. He piled into the back of a cab, stomach twisting itself into heated knots of anticipation, and discreetly texted the address that Jun Wu murmured to the driver to Shi Qingxuan before putting his phone on silent and tucking it away.
Xie Lian fidgeted in his seat as the cab pulled away from the pavement. Cheerful music played from the driver’s radio, the only sound in the dead silence as they crawled towards their destination. He could feel warm cum soaking into his lace panties. Jun Wu's hand flexed and unflexed on his thigh. The closeness between them felt too much and too little at the same time — barely centimetres, easy enough to cross, and yet the omnipresent gaze of the taxi driver in the rearview mirror kept them apart. Xie Lian squeezed his legs together, his cunt throbbing again already with renewed desire. Their tryst in the bathroom had been over too soon — enough to stoke his appetite, but not to satisfy it.
The cab that had shown up was a people-carrier with front and rear facing seats. A wicked idea formed in Xie Lian's mind.
Jun Wu made a questioning noise as Xie Lian hopped into the opposite seat with his back to the driver. He tipped his head back against the plastic partition and pressed his finger to his lips with a ‘shush’; the other hand fondled his chest and slowly dipped lower, sliding down, down, down his body until he reached the waistband of his shorts. He kept his eyes fixed on his partner, watching how his lids drooped and his lips parted with quiet, shallow breaths. Xie Lian deftly unbuttoned his fly with one hand and spread his legs as wide as they would go over the leather seats. He shimmied his shorts down just low enough to give himself access and to give his partner a good view.
“Xie Lian,” Jun Wu choked. Xie Lian flashed him a playful grin, biting his bottom lip to keep from moaning when his fingers brushed against swollen clit. He rolled the bud between his fingers, juice and cum dribbling between his puffy, battered folds as he rocked his hips gently. His body chased the sensation, his clit throbbing with white hot pulses of pleasure that made him pant and gasp. Jun Wu’s eyes locked onto where Xie Lian’s fingers played with the silk of his lips, his gaze dark and unwavering and his pants visibly tented. He palmed his stiff erection a few times before clenching both hands into fists against the edge of his seat with a shudder, his muscles gridlocked with tension and the constant threat of eyes in the rear view mirror. The sight of him — the impressive and distinct print of his hard cock straining against the fine-tailored fabric of his trousers — made Xie Lian ache. He slid two fingers inside his well-fucked hole, coating them in Jun Wu’s cum. His body involuntarily fluttered around them when the heel of his hand brushed against his clit. It wasn't enough — he imagined Jun Wu frantically shoving down his trousers to release his erection just as he'd done in the bathroom, imagined him scrambling across the short distance to mount him, knees pushed up to his chest and driver be damned.
Xie Lian’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. Jun Wu swallowed audibly, his expression schooled into a mask of cool detachment while he struggled not to give away what was happening in the back of the cab. The driver drove on unawares, the soft, slick sounds of Xie Lian’s fingers gliding in and out of his pussy masked by the quiet music emanating cheerfully from the radio. His chest heaved as he aggressively ground the heel of his hand into his clit again and again, faster and faster, fingers pumping in and out of his hole until his legs were seizing and his eyes rolled back with delight. His pussy pulsed around his fingers as he came down from his second orgasm, falling slack and boneless in the taxi seat. Xie Lian pulled his fingers from his cunt with a wet shlick and raised them to his mouth coated in his fluids and the load that Jun Wu had fucked into him earlier. He captured the pearlescent droplets with the flat of his tongue and then sucked, hollowing his cheeks and savouring the musky, salty flavour. Jun Wu’s eyes fluttered closed and he turned his face towards the taxi window, covering his mouth with his clenched fist. The deep furrow in his brow was the only indication that anything had happened in the back of the taxi as he came inside his Egyptian cotton trousers.
When he opened his eyes, his heated glare was laden with promises of punishment.
Xie Lian discreetly wiped his fingers on his ruined shorts and made himself presentable just as the cab slowed to a halt in front of Jun Wu’s apartment building. He peered out of the window and through the glass façade of the building into a brightly lit reception, the interior fitted with high-shine furnishings that were understated in a way that was confidently assured of its own wealth. He slid his stained sweater back on while Jun Wu paid the driver, squirming uncomfortably through the prominent wet patch in his shorts.
Once again he found himself bundled through the reception and into the elevator without ceremony, the older man's wild eyes and stern grip offering a tantalising hint of what was to come. The second the doors closed, Jun Wu was on him, hands in his hair and a knee between his legs, his clothed thigh grinding against Xie Lian's plump, sticky pussy. They tumbled out of the elevator directly into Jun Wu’s sprawling penthouse apartment, hands all over each other. Xie Lian caught glimpses of the place between feverish kisses on the way to the bedroom; the apartment was a monumental thing, all slick modernism and high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows and solid granite countertops. It smacked of money, smacked of class, and the thought of getting fucked here when not long ago he'd been getting rawed in a dirty nightclub bathroom sent a thrill running through him from head to toe. Eager hands divested him of his sweater before they crashed through the bedroom door. It hadn't been that long since he’d had Jun Wu’s hands on him, and yet still his skin was on fire from his touch. He moaned openly into his mouth and Jun Wu used the opening to feed him his tongue, gripping him firmly by the jaw and encouraging him to suck.
Instead of throwing him onto the large bed that dominated the room, Jun Wu pressed him up against the floor-to-ceiling windows that gave a sprawling view of the city below. Xie Lian gasped when his back met cold glass, his jumper thrown to the side and his sticky shorts shimmied down his legs until he was standing in only his lacy black lingerie. Jun Wu reached under his panties to grab two generous handfuls of his ass and knead roughly, kissing him until he was dizzy and breathless. Then he spun him around so his hands were planted against the window and began teasing his underwear over his plump cheeks.
"Wait," Xie Lian panted, a suspicious inkling nagging at his lust-addled mind. "Wait."
"Oh? But you were so eager not long ago," Jun Wu hummed. His palms slid up his hips to grab at the juncture of his torso and thighs — then, with one sweeping motion, he divested Xie Lian of his panties. He stroked the smaller man's chest, reaching up to ease off his crop top too.
“But someone might— someone might see me,” Xie Lian gasped. He couldn’t help arching his back nonetheless, sticking out his ass further.
“Then I suppose you’d better hope that no one looks out a window,” Jun Wu said offhand, reaching down to thumb Xie Lian’s clit.
“Wha— hah,” Xie Lian moaned helplessly, melting under his touch as white-hot waves of pleasure made him jump. He rocked his hips in midair, caught between mortification at the exposure and arousal at the idea of being seen. The sound of movement from behind was all the warning he got before a hot mouth landed on his cunt, Jun Wu’s inquisitive tongue pushing between his chubby outer lips to tease and taste his hole.
“Mm, mmmn, oh, oh, mmmnh,” he cried, whimpers and desperate mewls dragged from him by the rhythmic motion of Jun Wu’s probing tongue and fingers. His lover’s touch was sometimes light, sometimes harsh, fingers dancing across Xie Lian's clit. His hands curled into fists against the glass. He was desperate to bury his fingers in the older man's salt-and-pepper hair, to anchor him between his legs, to grind against his face and direct him exactly where he wanted him. But he daren’t move, daren’t risk Jun Wu pulling away when his tongue felt so good. The bolts of pleasure at the dual stimulation made his thighs tremble and his muscles tighten, the lewd sounds of Jun Wu’s tongue fucking in and out of his wet hole so loud in his ears that he swore everyone in the building must’ve been able to hear. His panting breath fogged up the glass, the technicolour city lights twinkling as far as the eye could see while his own, translucent reflection gazed back at him. He couldn't help a delirious smile from spreading, his tongue lolling out, when Jun Wu began tapping on his clit in quick, staccato movements. His reflection smiled back. He was close, so close, nearly there… just a little more and…
…and Jun Wu pulled away, smacking his lips and giving Xie Lian’s ass an appreciative smack.
“No,” Xie Lian slurred, resting his forehead against the cold glass. His clit throbbed unbearably. He was so close that a light wind might have tipped him over. “I — hmn — I was nearly — don’t stop, I haven’t—”
“Shhh,” Jun Wu soothed, draping himself over Xie Lian's back. One broad palm came to rest over his throat, his thumb swiping comfortingly back and forth. Xie Lian shivered, a fresh wave of fluid leaking from between his legs and dripping onto the floor. “You're doing so well, baby. Such a good little slut for daddy.”
Xie Lian sobbed. Jun Wu was still fully clothed, and something about how he could seem so composed while fucking the life out of him made his arousal spiral out of control. If anyone were to look out of their window, they'd see Xie Lian’s naked body on full display while Jun Wu had only deigned to lower his zipper. His skin felt hot all over, feverish like he was burning and hypersensitive like he was raw, every inch of him an exposed nerve yearning to be touched, to be undone.
Xie Lian grunted as Jun Wu delivered another brisk smack to his ass before soothing the reddened cheek with his palm. His pussy was so needy that it hurt.
“Fuck, baby,” Jun Wu swore, “do you have any idea how amazing you look? I wish I could keep you here like this all the time. This is where you belong, naked and throwing that pussy at me.”
“Yes — ah — yes…!” Xie Lian sobbed, hands braced solidly against the glass while he wiggled his ass, desperately trying to coax Jun Wu into giving him what he wanted. All he could see was his own reflection in the glass, his flushed cheeks and spread legs, and when he bit his lip the Xie Lian in the window bit his lip too. The rustle of fabric and the clinking of metal behind him was all the warning he got before the hot, blunt head of Jun Wu’s cock was nudging up against his folds. The whole tremendous length slid along his slit, rubbing over his clit and back until it was soaked in his juices. The two of them moaned in unison, Xie Lian’s thighs quivering at the memory of what that cock could do — of what it had done, and how badly he wanted Jun Wu to do it again.
But he didn't. Jun Wu planted both hands on the sensitive juncture between Xie Lian’s hips and thighs to hold him fast while he thrusted leisurely, his loosened belt clinking with every motion. Xie Lian could scream. He tried to throw his hips back, to force himself onto Jun Wu’s dick, but his lover held him in place while he mercilessly pleasured himself with his pussy, heedless of his cries. Xie Lian teetered on the edge for what felt like an age, the friction not quite enough to push him to orgasm. His desperate desire to be filled went ignored. Jun Wu seemed completely unbothered, his stamina never-ending as he nudged again and again against Xie Lian’s rim only to deny him again. Frustrated tears finally broke over Xie Lian’s lashes and spilled down his cheeks.
“Jun Wu!” he wailed, “please!”
“Ah,” the older man laughed, “so this is what it takes to make you say please.”
Xie Lian gave a mindless shout as Jun Wu pulled him onto his cock with one fluid motion. The thick girth split him open just as deliciously as it had before, filling up every inch until the head bumped up against something deep inside him that sent flares of pleasure radiating through his core. He found himself pushed fully against the window, his face smearing tears and drool over the pristine glass. Jun Wu fucked into him hard enough to knock the breath from his chest. After so much teasing, he was already close. Jun Wu’s cock hammering him from behind was almost enough — just the barest brush against his clit would finish him off, he knew — but with his upper body crumpled up against the window he couldn't reach down to touch himself. He sobbed and cried as he was bounced back and forth at Jun Wu’s mercy, his heated breath fogging up the window pane.
“They might see you, but they’ll never get to fuck you like I do,” Jun Wu rumbled. His fingers dug into Xie Lian’s hips so hard that he was sure it’d leave bruises, and the thought made him giddy with excitement. “Why shouldn’t people see you for what you are? Nothing but a little cumslut losing his mind over my cock? This pussy is mine, and if I want to show it off, I will.”
“Yes,” Xie Lian slurred, “yes — uh — yes, please, Daddy, please… fuck me, use me, please…”
“Can you see them, baby? All those people watching? They should see you. I hope they touch themselves to the sight of your tight little pussy getting fucked and wish they were the ones breeding you.”
Xie Lian gave a weak whimper, his throat and his cunt both raw. He couldn't see anyone watching outside, couldn't see any curtains furtively parted to watch while he got fucked within an inch of his life — but the host of eyes that Jun Wu so luridly narrated materialised in his mind and drove him wild.
“Whose pussy is this?” Jun Wu grunted, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust that dragged along Xie Lian walls beautifully. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Yours! Daddy! Daddy! Ah! It’s Daddy’s pussy!”
“That’s right, baby boy. No more playing hard to get. You spread your legs when you see me, is that understood?”
“Ye—ess Da — ah! — ddy.”
Jun Wu laughed, and that laugh was like euphoria. Xie Lian whimpered and wiggled, trying to adjust the angle just a little, to manoeuvre himself so that Jun Wu’s heavy balls would smack up against his clit and let him cum. A broad palm slid up the back of his neck and slowly twisted in his hair until Jun Wu had a fistful. He used it to pull Xie Lian’s head back, baring his throat in a beautiful curve. The smaller man moaned wantonly when Jun Wu leaned over him and licked at his lips messily. His other hand came to rest over Xie Lian’s trembling lower abdomen.
“Do you feel this?” Jun Wu murmured, massaging his thumb back and forth over the bulge of his cock distending Xie Lian’s belly. “Feel how big it is? That's how deep I am inside you. You'll be even bigger once I breed you up. This belly will get nice and round after I fuck my cum into your pretty pussy.”
Then Jun Wu’s fingers dipped lower to play with his stiff, straining clit, and Xie Lian careened into a screaming orgasm.
The older man murmured quiet praise through clenched teeth as Xie Lian’s body clamped down, streams of fluid gushing from between his legs and soaking Jun Wu’s trousers. His eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in a litany of desperate cries as his muscles contracted around the cock still nestled deep inside him. Jun Wu kissed up and down his neck, toying with his clit until Xie Lian was shaking from the overstimulation. Only then did he release him, pressing him fully against the window as he jackhammered his hips, his thrusts desperate and bruising. Xie Lian moaned weakly, caught between Jun Wu’s bulk and the cold glass pane.
“Here it comes,” Jun Wu groaned into his ear, “get ready to take all of Daddy's cum.”
Jun Wu thrust into him until his balls were flush with his sticky folds. Xie Lian's breath trembled as the first thick rope of Jun Wu’s release shot inside him, the muted heat spreading out slowly. He sighed happily, his insides pleasantly full and warm. Excess cum seeped from around Jun Wu’s cock and trickled down his inner thighs. A warm flood leaked out of him when his lover pulled out. He swept him into his arms and laid him carefully on the bed. Xie Lian relaxed into the soft sheets with a sigh, ready to fall into the welcoming arms of sleep, his legs and arms aching and his cunt messy and sore.
Jun Wu took a hold of his jaw tenderly. “Now, baby. What do we say when we finish?”
Xie Lian drew a short, stuttering breath. His eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you.”
Jun Wu smiled. A gentle kiss landed on Xie Lian’s forehead.
“Good boy.”