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Shen Jiu had a stalker.
He would have almost thought it to be Qi-ge, except that the man still visited him frequently, still refusing to elaborate on why, exactly, had he never returned for Shen Jiu.
No, his stalker had to be someone else. Someone with too much time on their hands and enough resources to find out his phone number after Shen Jiu changed it three times. He had given up on that eventually — it was too much hassle to keep changing it — and, honestly… It wasn’t that much hardship to indulge the stalker.
All Shen Jiu had to do was pick up and leave the call running. The stalker would call back anytime he hung up, leaving the phone ringing and ringing until Shen Jiu picked up again. He didn’t have the luxury of leaving the phone silent or switching it off entirely — his work required him to be available — so he just. Let it happen.
At first, he tried goading the stalker into speaking by any means necessary, though primarily insults. But it never worked, so in the end, he just went about his day, taking faint satisfaction from knowing that at least he caused the stalker some financial strain with the hours-long calls.
And he knew it was a stalker and not just a weird kind of prank calls because they always called the moment Shen Jiu’s hands were free after entering his apartment — he had tested it once, pointedly standing still beside the doors for solid fifteen minutes, and the phone had only called once he set his stuff down — and while it occasionally followed him outside, the stalker always allowed the connection to cut the moment Shen Jiu got to work.
By now, a solid month of this had passed. Shen Jiu thought of his phone stalker as some odd tamagotchi at this point, having to feed it enough call-time every day to ensure his own peace.
Which led to him taking the phone along for his monthly mini spa day, where he’d set up a nice bath, do some additional skincare beside his daily routine and relax.
Typically, his spa day would also include fucking himself silly on his favourite dildo, but he wasn’t feeling particularly inclined to do that with the tamagotchi listening in.
He could feel the tension slowly leaving his muscles as he laid in the hot, fragrant water, unable to help the satisfied sigh. This whole stalker thing had stressed him quite a bit at first — before it became clear that they had no interest in doing anything beyond those calls — and he really looked forward to relaxing until his skin resembled a raisin…
When he scrambled to sit up, he wasn’t sure what happened at first. But, after a second to think, Shen Jiu realized- he had fallen asleep in the bath. He didn’t cough any water out, though, which means he didn’t slide low enough to inhale any, so what did wake him-?
There was a relieved sigh from the floor where, as Shen Jiu glanced to check, his phone must have fallen in his flailing. “...ah, you worried me there, baobei.”
Ah. Not the water, then, but the stalker calling to him until he woke up. Shen Jiu scowled, feeling conflicted. The bathwater was starting to grow cold and he’d very much like to leave it now, but knowing that his pseudo-tamagotchi had a direct line of sight towards him…
“Finally decided to speak, did you,” he spat, debating his options as he glanced towards his window. Was the stalker somewhere outside? He lived high enough he didn’t see the point in obscuring the windows — not to mention that, when he tried, the covers mysteriously disappeared while he was at work — and it was possible that there were cameras hidden in his apartment, but… He didn’t find any when following a tutorial. And the stalker had stricken him as someone who preferred more… personal touch.
“Wasn’t about to watch you drown, baobei.”
“Ah, yes, that’d cross the line, would it? Because just watching me bathe is perfectly alright.”
He could almost hear a pout in the tamagotchi’s voice. “Baoooobeiiiii…”
The term of endearment had rubbed him the wrong way, a bit — like a too tight hug when you’re already touch starved — but, oddly, he found that he minded it less than he did “xiao Jiu”.
“The water ought to be chilly by now. You shouldn’t stay in too long, baobei, you’ll catch a cold.”
Shen Jiu glared towards the window, and the stalker’s chuckle didn’t confirm either of his guesses about the way through which he observed him. Except for perhaps confirming that it wasn’t through the phone’s camera, but that hadn’t even been in the running.
“Are you feeling shy? I’ve seen you change, you know…”
“Shameless,” Shen Jiu hissed, but… The stalker did have a point. He stood up swiftly, deciding to move before he could hesitate again. Allowing the worst of the water to drip down in quick little rivulets, he stepped out of the bathtub and rubbed himself down with the towel briskly, wrapping it tightly around himself.
“...beautiful…” he heard the tamagotchi murmur as he crouched to remove the plug from the tub.
Shen Jiu firmly ignored him as he tidied up after the spa day. Despite the interruption and a rather abrupt ending, he still felt pleasantly relaxed. What was worse, though, was that he also felt faintly horny.
But there was no way he could masturbate, not while knowing there was a voyeur watching his every move… Could he?
As he laid in bed, dressed in a nightgown and with his hair braided out of the way, sleep refusing to find him, Shen Jiu was forced to re-evaluate his stance.
Not while the call was on, he had decided. It wasn’t that bad. He was better than his base instincts, anyway.
***
Their dynamic didn’t change much in the aftermath of that evening. It wasn’t as if a dam had suddenly burst; The tamagotchi piped in once in a while, usually with an absent-minded compliment that sounded like it slipped out without his notice or a complaint about Shen Jiu’s perfectly normal eating habits, but for the most part, he remained silent.
Except that, now, Shen Jiu couldn’t help but hear the quiet breathing on the other end, the stalker keeping the phone close to him at all times. Refusing to let him stay out of reach. Claws dug in deep.
…Shen Jiu refused to admit it was making his body heat up.
Logically, it wasn’t good to have someone so obsessed with- with the idea of him. He already had qi-ge on his case, he didn’t need another person to place him on a pedestal!
Except that the tamagotchi refused to idealize him. Oh, sure, he muttered enough nonsense about Shen Jiu’s looks to prove there was something wrong with his sight, but he was well aware of his flaws. Of his bitchiness, of his pride, of his flagrant jealousy towards anyone who did better, of his everything... And, apparently, the beast had found that exceedingly attractive.
Shen Jiu told him how stupid that was. Called him a beast to his face, or, well, to his ear at least.
…The stalker moaned. And then noises started coming from his side that took Shen Jiu a second to place. When he did, he snapped to sit up straight, jabbing at the deafen button on the call without hesitation.
That… Did give him an idea. His sofa was placed with its back to the only window in the sitting room, so… As long as he didn’t move too much…
Pressing the mute button as well, Shen Jiu rushed to stuff his hand down his pants, disgruntled to find himself already wet. He rubbed tight circles over his clit, the pleasure mounting far too quickly, but refusing to tip over the edge. He didn’t have the time to keep going as long as it took, he needed something more, something-
It was an accident when his free hand pressed on the un-deafen button.
“-ah, baobei, baobei, you drive me crazy, I need you-”
Finally, the tension which had been slowly mounting over the past week had finally boiled over. And it didn’t feel like enough.
Shen Jiu scowled, deafening the call again while the beast still babbled half-coherently. He barely felt any better, and now he had a mess in his pants. All that stupid stalker’s fault-
He hadn’t noticed when the call had ended, only realized it had when the phone started ringing again. Taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart, Shen Jiu picked up again.
“How sweet of you to join me~” The drawling voice was far too smug. Fuming, Shen Jiu slammed the hang up button again.
He-! He didn’t join the beast! He just… Utilized the opportunity of him being distracted! Not as distracted as Shen Jiu thought, clearly, but…
He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. When the phone screen dimmed, he absently tapped to keep it awake. The beast had not called back yet…
Shen Jiu wasn’t sure what had possessed him to call back himself.
Beast’s enraptured-sounding “Baobei…” was enough to have him end the call again.
Deciding that he was done with that entire day, he went to quickly prepare for bed and forced himself to fall asleep without looking back at his phone.
Or at least pretending to be asleep, his back to the window, his insomnia flaring up for the first time since this whole stalking farce had started.
***
He was even more snappy than usual at work the next day, annoyed by everything and anything. Could he not have ONE competent coworker? He was certain even the beast would have done a more thorough job than their best attempts-
“Sir?”
“What?!” He snapped at the intern. He heard someone whisper poor kid, but said poor kid had spilled coffee on the original copy of important documents that morning, he earned that hostility.
“I- Uh- Um- Package!”
The small box was deposited on his desk without another word, and Shen Jiu stared at it instead of at the intern’s retreating back.
Qi-ge wouldn’t have sent him anything to his workplace. And the only other culprit could have been…
He opened the foil with scissors, carefully removing a bento box. Okay, so Shen Jiu didn’t have the time to grab breakfast this morning, so what? One missed meal wouldn’t kill him, no matter what his stalker had to say on the topic.
Besides, sending an empty bento box was too mean to be his style- Except. That box was too heavy to be empty, wasn’t it?
When Shen Jiu cracked it open, he found delicious stir-fry noodles waiting for him inside. Still hot. A bit too heavy than what he would have usually eaten, but not too terribly so.
His stomach rumbled, and his phone dinged.
> 吃饱, 宝 在 <3
He scowled, but decided to eat it, regardless. And if he complained to the beast about what, exactly, he disliked about it and which foods he avoided in general, well. It was good to vent.
***
When he went home that afternoon, he found his entire sitting room rearranged in order to make the sofa face the window. He would be mad about it — and had, in fact, thoroughly complained the moment the beast had picked up the call, Shen Jiu managing to beat him to his customary call — but he had to admit, the feng shui was better this way.
The kitchen had also undergone a transformation. It was spotlessly clean, rearranged in a way that had Shen Jiu complain every step through making his favourite tea (the beast had to guide him to find all the necessities) and the fridge was filled with food, both raw and already prepared in ready-meal containers.
…All of the meals were light, just the way Shen Jiu liked.
He selected something at random, heating it up in the microwave and bringing it out to settle at the sofa. It felt awkward to eat while knowing the beast had prepared the meal and was now watching, was listening to Shen Jiu’s reaction, but what else could he do?
The thought of the meal being poisoned had passed his mind, but, honestly, at this point if the stalker had wanted to hurt him, he could have done it a thousand times over. If the beast wanted to offer Shen Jiu a free maid/chef labour, who was he to protest?
***
Finding his favourite dildo standing proudly on his nightstand, a sticky note with a winking face beside it, was far more unpleasant.
Shen Jiu gasped in outrage, his face growing scarlet as he cut the call in punishment, quickly stashing the dildo back into its drawer.
***
There was no bento delivery the next day, but only because Shen Jiu had found one labelled in the fridge. There didn’t seem to be any changes to his apartment, either, but he could never be sure.
He briefly considered changing his locks but, honestly, he didn’t care enough to go through that hassle. It’s not like that would stop the beast, anyway.
***
A pattern emerged: Whenever the beast came by to refill his fridge, he’d send a bento with a hot meal to his work. He’d also always, always grab Shen Jiu’s dildo and place it someplace very visible with a small note attached. Mostly an emoji or a claim of himself being bigger.
Shen Jiu didn’t care, he always hid it right back. And also cut the call for that night, which the beast had for some reason allowed.
Except that… He had grown accustomed to listening to the beast’s breathing and occasional comments. It was… Almost comforting to have someone on the call overnight. And with enough repetition, it had become obvious that he was no longer able to sleep without it.
The realization made him mad, but… He did have an important meeting the next day. He couldn’t afford to be cranky and pissy.
The beast picked up before the first ring even went through. “What’s wrong, baobei?”
Shen Jiu scowled, curling in on himself. “Nothing,” he spat. But… If the beast decided he didn’t want to waste his night… “Just. Stay on.”
There was a beat of silence, then another. If not for the soft breathing, Shen Jiu would have thought the beast hung up.
“Of course, darling,” he whispered, and Shen Jiu could hear the rustling of his sheets. It seemed like the beast wasn’t immune to sleeping, either. “As long as you want.”
It was embarrassingly easy to fall asleep like that. Through the haze of sleep, Shen Jiu could have sworn he heard the beast declare his love, but he refused to take him seriously. It was just an obsession; How could it be love?.
***
The next day, there was a surprise waiting for Shen Jiu on his bed and, for once, it wasn’t his abandoned dildo.
It was a nightgown. Gorgeous thing, white and green, in a style he very much appreciated. The material was so soft, Shen Jiu couldn’t help but run his fingers over it.
He hesitated.
But then, he figured, why shouldn’t he make use of it? He ate his stalker’s food, what would wearing a gifted article of clothing change?
The beast didn’t call yet, clearly waiting to see Shen Jiu’s reaction first. Well then… In that case, Shen Jiu would make full use of his free hands.
He took off his cardigan, unbuttoned his shirt, pushed off his trousers. It was too early to be putting on pyjamas, really, but that gown was calling out to him far too strongly.
Shen Jiu hesitated at his pants, thumbing at the elastic. Why was he even considering them? He never walked commando. And this material… It would be a shame to stain it so soon.
Leaving the pants on, he put on the gown, tying the string around the faux bodice, and turning to look in his mirror. It fit perfectly, not that he had expected anything else. It was just long enough to reach his mid-thighs and, when he let his hair down, it made him look like a maiden about to be ravished.
He scowled, refusing to notice his reddening cheeks, and went to pick his dinner.
The beast called when it was heating up in the microwave, and Shen Jiu noticed the breast pocket was the perfect size to rest his phone, as well as sturdy enough to stay on properly, instead of bulging oddly under the weight.
“Do you like your new dress, baobei?” The beast instantly slobbered for praise, nevermind that he had never before received any from Shen Jiu. “I saw it and thought you’d look beautiful wrapped up in those silks… I was right, wasn’t I?”
Shen Jiu scoffed. “I’m certain you’d find me attractive wearing a garbage bag,” he said, and focused on getting his meal to the table.
***
He had… Worried, that night, that the beast would visit. Shen Jiu was all dressed up for him, after all, belly full of his food and apartment fully accessible. It would have been the perfect moment to take it up a notch.
The beast didn’t, though.
Shen Jiu was certainly not disappointed about it.
***
The next time the beast had left the dildo out, lying on the middle of the bed with a green ribbon tied into a bow around the base… He hesitated.
The beast was barely breathing, clearly recognizing the weight of not having been hanged upon the moment Shen Jiu saw the toy, as was his habit.
And Shen Jiu… He truly didn’t know what he was thinking. It had been so long since he had anything inside, and that one session of rubbing one out had been entirely unsatisfying, and just-
He tossed the phone on the bed, stripping completely naked and pulling the gown on. He had been using it as pyjamas for a few nights already, it could use a wash, so- he might as well be comfortable.
Untying the ribbon, he pulled his hair up into a bun on top of his head and used it to tie it in place.
Then, he spread a large towel on his bed and grabbed the lube out of the drawer.
Kneeling on the bed, facing the window, Shen Jiu wondered what the hell he was doing.
“Baobei…” The beast’s awed voice was barely louder than a breath.
Right. He was about to do himself.
Uncapping the lube, he squeezes some onto the tip of the dildo, spreading it liberally over the entire surface. It’s been a while, so it might be a bit of a tight fit, but… He had never been one for long, careful prep, always preferring a rougher edge, to just stuff it in and go for it. Today would be no different, no matter the audience.
He was wetter than usual; That would be enough.
Wiping his hand on the towel, he gathered the gown up and out of the way, baring himself. Not for the first time, Shen Jiu wondered how much his stalker could see, exactly.
It mattered not. Bringing the dildo to his opening-
“Baobei!” The beast sounded scandalized, though, unless Shen Jiu was mistaken — and he wasn’t, he had been listening to the beast’s voice for months, he knew it better than anyone’s — there was an edge of gleefulness in his tone. “No preparation?”
He scowled. “I can take it,” he said, proving it by immediately sliding the dildo inside in one smooth stroke.
It’s not like it was that big. If it were the size the beast claimed he was, that might be another story, but… This was manageable even without lube.
He grunted, pulling the dildo halfway out and pushing it back in. He was never very vocal, and didn’t see much point in it. If he was being noisier than normally, it was just because it’s been a while since he had last done this, that’s all.
Rolling his hips, he started fucking himself properly. Needing his other hand — that’s why he was usually naked when doing this, what was he thinking, wearing a gown like he was putting on a show — he stuffed the fabric between his teeth, rubbing his clit in time with the thrusts.
“Baobei, you’re a vision,” the beast told him, the noises betraying that he was utilizing Shen Jiu’s session as material for jerking off himself. “God, you’d look so beautiful bouncing on my cock. I bet you could take it, you’re so perfect-”
Shen Jiu came without a warning, and dropped backwards onto the bed, not having noticed how far he leaned back until he lost the balance.
He heaved as he laid there, trying to catch his breath. Gingerly, he straightened his legs, pulling them out from under himself. He usually did it on his back, doing it upright was- just a passing fancy. Uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to do that again.
That didn’t mean he was done, though.
The beast keep babbling in his ear — something about eating Shen Jiu out which, honestly, he wasn’t all that opposed to, except for the fact that this was his stalker and as such he was stalking away in some corner far away from him — but the voice cut off abruptly when Shen Jiu started moving again.
“What, you thought I was done?” He sneered, the airiness of his voice ruining the effect a little. “It takes more than this to satisfy me, beast.”
“Baobei, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Usually, Shen Jiu came three, maybe four times when he decided to set the time aside for it.
The fact that it took him nearly two hours to come seven times that evening was a pure coincidence.
***
When he came back home the next day, there was a selection of half a dozen other gowns waiting for him, as well as his bed was dressed in new sheets, the thread count far higher than his previous one.
Along with all that, which Shen Jiu had absently dismissed as par for the course, there was a large box. He untied the bow at the top, removing the cover and gasping when he saw the contents.
There was a set of dildos, each bigger than the previous one. The largest one was almost the size of his forearm, a sticky note attached asking “think you’re up for it? ;)” and Shen Jiu couldn’t help but grasp it first, exploring the shape curiously. It was far more realistic than the others, the bumps and ridges more natural, and he had a sneaking suspicion that…
He took his phone out and barely had to wait a second before the beast was calling.
“Did you have it molded?”
“Based on yours truly,” the beast purred smugly. “Since you didn’t seem to believe my words alone, I thought some proof was in order.”
Shen Jiu huffed, still absently playing with the fake cock. There was the whole set for working up to it, but he wondered it-
“Ah, ah, baobei, I gave you the set for a reason,” the beast interrupted his thoughts, having an uncanny talent for knowing what Shen Jiu wanted to do. “I could have worked you up one by one, but I thought you’re responsible enough to go slowly…”
“You just didn’t want me to assume that first one is your size,” Shen Jiu rolled his eyes. “Vain beast.”
“Your beast.”
Shen Jiu didn’t protest. In a way, he was, wasn’t he? His little stalker had made himself Shen Jiu’s via sheer tenacity. It didn’t feel like he was doing it transactionally, like he had been trying to bribe him. Everything the beast did, he did it just to make Shen Jiu happy. And if it got his rocks off in the meantime, well. It was efficient.
He didn’t doubt that the beast would eventually escalate into meeting in person, but…
Well. Would it be so bad? He’s had so many opportunities already, but he was clearly waiting for something in particular.
Absently, Shen Jiu brought the fake cock to his lips, licking at the tip. It tasted of nothing but a thoroughly washed rubber. It was wide enough to make his lips ache even when wrapped just around the tip.
“Baobei,” the beast whined, and Shen Jiu had a feeling he would have been tasting precum if he had the real thing in his mouth right then. Which he wouldn’t ever have, of course. “Ah, I got you some new bath bombs and a couple other stuff, too.”
It was about the time for his little spa day.
Letting the fake cock out with a deliberately loud pop, Shen Jiu had stripped naked right there, gathering towels and one of the new gowns to take into the bathroom. He let the water flow while he checked out the haul.
Unfortunately, he had nothing to complain about. In fact-
“Ah, I’ve been wanting to try this one out,” he said when spotting a certain body cream, opening it and rubbing it over his hands immediately. It smelled perfectly, and it didn’t feel as fatty as normal creams…
“I know, baobei.”
Ah, yes. Stalker.
Well, there were benefits to everything, apparently.
When he finished the skincare part of his routine, he felt like a pampered housewife.
He slid into the bath with a satisfied sigh, lasting only a few minutes before he straightened again and reached for the dildo he took along into the bathroom.
“Baobei, don’t be naughty…”
Scoffing, Shen Jiu ignored the words, inspecting the dildo closer. Of course he wouldn’t try stuffing it inside himself, he wasn’t stupid. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with it, and it was truly of a fascinating size…
***
Life continued to move on. Shen Jiu now ate gourmet food for every meals, his wardrobe was being slowly replaced with clothes of even higher quality than his old ones, his cosmetics started overflowing from his cupboard, and he had the not-completely-idiotic beast keeping him company at nearly every waking moment.
Of course, nothing good lasts forever.
Shen Jiu was just about finished with his dinner, contemplating whether he could get up to the replica of the beast’s cock that evening — he was already up to the last practice dildo, it would happen soon! — when the doorbell rang.
Getting up from the table, Shen Jiu huffed. “If you were going to come, you could have at least done so in time to eat,” he said.
“That’s not me, baobei.”
Shen Jiu paused, considering. Then, he remembered who would have been his first thought before this whole stalker thing had started.
He sighed. “Can you behave, or do I need to mute you?” He asked, restarting his trek towards the front doors. He didn’t particularly want to deal with Qi-ge, but if he didn’t open the doors, Qi-ge might worry and call the firemen. Yes, he did that before.
“I’ll mute from my end,” the beast sounded petulant.
“This should be quick,” Shen Jiu promised. He waited for a second, but the beast kept his word.
Pulling the doors open, Shen Jiu leveled an unimpressed look at his visitor. “What do you want.”
“Xiao Jiu-”
Oh, god, Shen Jiu had managed to completely forget about that nickname. He had gotten so used to being called baobei-
“I asked you not to call me that,” he interrupted, too tired to even put much anger into his voice. Honestly, why should he bother? Qi-ge would kept doing whatever he wanted no matter how angry Shen Jiu acted, and it was so exhausting-
Even thinking about it was tiring. It made him wish for the beast’s promises of eating him out until he was incoherent. That sounded like the perfect way to forget all about this…
“Please, xiao Jiu,” Shen Jiu closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I brought you a gift!”
He didn’t even need to look at it to know it wasn’t something he would ever use. Qi-ge had a very specific idea of who Shen Jiu was. A very wrong idea. “I don’t want it.”
“You didn’t even see-”
“Yue Qingyuan,” Shen Jiu interrupted, and for once, Qi-ge shut up. “I already have plans for the evening, so if you wouldn’t mind…”
“Plans?” Qi-ge repeated, sounding as if the idea was so foreign as to not compute at all. “What plans?”
Was it truly so inconceivable to think that Shen Jiu had a life outside of whatever connection Qi-ge imagined there to be between them?
“Pretty sizable ones, if I do say so myself,” a familiar voice piped in, and Shen Jiu stiffened. But the voice hadn’t come from his phone. It came from-
The newcomer wasn’t taller than Qi-ge, but he was certainly wider. Dressed in a leather jacket and tight jeans, curly hair falling around his face, a cocky expression on his face…
Shen Jiu licked his lips, only then noticing that he had brought his hand up to cover his mouth.
And then the beast looked at him, his eyes softening. “You okay, baobei?”
“Baobei?!” Qi-ge repeated incredulously, but Shen Jiu couldn’t bring his eyes away from the beast. He didn’t want to, either.
“You’re late,” he managed, trying to play along, though his voice came out slightly hoarse.
The beast approached as if drawn in on a string, and Shen Jiu tilted his head up to meet him, accepting the light peck on the lips.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
Oh, yes, he would. And the wetness between Shen Jiu’s legs was giving him a pretty good idea as for how he’d do that.
His hands moved as if someone else was controlling them, drawn into the mess of the beast’s curls. Oh, those would be so fun to pull on…
The beast has grown handsy, too, grasping at Shen Jiu’s thighs and pressing his back against the wall. Shen Jiu let his ankles hook against each other behind the beast’s back, pressing his cunt against the promising bulge.
“Could you not do that in front of me?!” Qi-ge’s shrill voice broke him out of the reverie.
Shen Jiu tilted his head to the side, looking Qi-ge in the eye. “Then leave,” he said. “You weren’t invited in the first place.”
For the first time in as long as Shen Jiu could remember, Qi-ge left at his first request.
The beast had kept holding on to Shen Jiu with one hand even as he moved towards the doors, closing them carefully, one hand hesitating on the lock. He glanced towards Shen Jiu, and he knew exactly what question was running through his mind.
This meeting was forced by circumstance. The beast likely had more long-term plans, but now that they had already gotten this far…
“You said you’d make it up to me,” he reminded. “And since you missed dinner, I had an idea for something else you could eat.”
The lock clicked shut.
The beast carried Shen Jiu all the way to the bedroom, setting him on the bed like he was a priceless artifact.
He didn’t wait for a command, immediately sliding down and rolling the gown up until he could get up close and personal with Shen Jiu’s cunt. It felt embarrassing to have someone staring at it so intently, this whole thing feeling much different than jerking off while on a call, but seeing the beast start to literally drool for it…
Shen Jiu was just about to prompt him to move when the beast surged forward, sucking and licking like a man starved. Fisting his hand into the beast’s hair, Shen Jiu focused on nothing but the feeling of being eaten out.
***
When the beast tried to leave, hours later — after eating Shen Jiu out to completion and not even thinking to do anything with his cock other than rubbing against the sheets — Shen Jiu grabbed him by the wrist.
It was easy to pull him back into bed, now significantly more undressed than at the start of the evening, using his chest as Shen Jiu’s new favourite pillow.
“You’ll have to tell me your name before you get that monster of a cock inside me,” Shen Jiu murmured, feeling ready to drop off to sleep as the beast gently carded through his hair. “I hardly want to keep calling out beast the whole time.”
The fingers hesitated for just a moment. Shen Jiu almost thought the comment would go unanswered, but then, just before he drifted off- “Luo Binghe, baobei.”