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Xichen enters the bedroom to find A-Yao face down on the bed, appearing to be naked beneath a thin sheet.
“A-Yao, my love.” Xichen walks up to him, his voice full of concern, “What happened?”
A-Yao only sniffles in the pillow.
Xichen sits on the bed, next to him, gently caressing A-Yao’s hair. “What happened, my dear? Are you hurt?”
“Oh, Er-Ge,” A-Yao mutters.
“Yes, sweetness, I am here,” Xichen says in a soothing voice. “Why are you crying?”
A-Yao sighs, but says nothing, only continues to softly sniffle hiding his face.
“Let me see,” Xichen urges in a kind coaxing tone one might use with a child.
A-Yao shakes his head.
Xichen trails his fingers slowly down A-Yao’s back, but when they reach beneath the sheet, A-Yao holds the sheet tighter to his body. Xichen stops, fingers patiently retreating. “Why won’t you show me, my love?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” A-Yao murmurs. “I’m so embarrassed, Er-Ge.”
“But it is not your fault you are hurt, my precious,” Xichen assures him.
Not wishing to press too much, Xichen gives A-Yao time and unbuttons his shirt, takes it off and places it on the pile of Mingjue’s clothes already swamping the armchair. His brow furrows at the mess, but he takes a deep breath, tearing himself away from the clutches of pedantry, just like he's practised, and focuses his attention back on A-Yao.
He sits back on the bed and gently caresses A-Yao’s back, covering his neck and shoulder blades with sweet soft kisses. A-Yao shivers slightly, Xichen’s warm breath teasing his skin to goosebumps. After a while, Xichen asks, “Was it Da-Ge?”
A-Yao gives a feeble nod.
Xichen kisses his temple, tucking hair behind A-Yao's ear. He makes his voice as calm and comforting as he can, and asks, "What did he do?"
“I can’t tell you, Er-Ge,” A-Yao wails quietly. “He’ll be mad. Then who knows what he might do next.”
“Oh, my poor pet,” Xichen says with a sigh. “Let me see what he did to my precious kitten. I promise I won’t tell him.”
A-Yao gives in, releasing his hold on the sheet, and Xichen slowly pulls it down to A-Yao’s thighs.
Xichen recognises the plug as the largest one they own. He chews on his lip, frowning. “Oh, my love, Da-Ge is so callous.”
“It hurts so much, Er-Ge.” A-Yao’s every word is soaked with agony.
“I can imagine,” Xichen says, sympathetic. Then shakes his head, tone full of reproach, “I should have never left you alone with him.”
“It’s not your fault, Er-Ge,” A-Yao fervently refuses to blame him. “You couldn’t have known.”
Xichen fondles his lower back, his hands making gradual progress towards A-Yao’s ass. “Should I take it out, pet?” Xichen asks.
A-Yao jerks suddenly. “Da-Ge said I mustn’t,” he sniffles. “He… he threatened-“ His voice breaks into sobs, then he adds, sounding so enticingly scared and small, “I am afraid, Er-Ge.”
“My poor terrified kitten,” Xichen comforts him, his finger tenderly touching the plug base. “I am here now. Do not be afraid. I will protect you.”
“Oh, Er-Ge, will you really?”
“Of course I will.” Xichen taps gently on the plug, making A-Yao squirm. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
“Thank you, Er-Ge,” A-Yao exhales, all gratitude and relief, the tension in his body dissipating.
Xichen’s fingers get bolder, his touch on the plug firmer, as A-Yao bites on the pillow, trying to stifle his moans of distress.
“Does this hurt, my love?” Xichen asks, spreading A-Yao’s asscheeks, then squeezing them tight together over the plug base, the massaging motions making the plug move slightly.
“It does, Er-Ge,” A-Yao confirms, but he opens his legs wider, lifting his hips higher in the air, seeking more contact.
“This plug is so big,” Xichen says, his fingers pressing on it harder. “My poor pet, it is way too much for you.”
A-Yao grunts a little, rolling his hips, encouraging Xichen’s touches. “It hurts so much, Er-Ge. I don’t know if it’s even possible to get it out.”
“It will be a struggle for sure.” Xichen kneads the smooth firm flesh of A-Yao’s ass, drawing the cheeks closer, then spreading them wide again, as he watches the plug’s flat base, round and blue, in the centre of A-Yao’s bottom. Like a flowerhead. Or a target mark. “I am so sorry, my love, but it will hurt a lot.”
“Oh, Er-Ge,” A-Yao gulps back a cry, his breath hitching into a frail little hiccup, his body trembling. “I am so afraid. I don’t know if I will be able to take it.”
“I know, poppet, I know. But we have to get it out.” He brings his head down, planting soothing kisses on A-Yao’s asscheeks, helping him relax, then lies down next to him. “Will you be a brave boy for me?”
“I’ll try, Er-Ge,” A-Yao moans weakly, shifting closer, his back warm and snug against Xichen’s chest.
Xichen spoons him for a few moments, enjoying the smell of his hair, then turns A-Yao to face him. A-Yao smirks, no longer a poor hurt kitten, but a happy playful one. Xichen smiles, before pressing lips to his.
A long slow kiss, and Xichen is now rock-hard, erection painfully tenting his trousers.
“How was your dinner? How is Wangji?” A-Yao asks, dropping his act altogether, leaning into Xichen’s embrace.
“It was good,” Xichen says. “I think Wangji has met someone. But I’m not sure. You know how he is.”
A-Yao smiles. “I hope it’s someone nice.”
“Mhm,” Xichen muses. “Perhaps I’ll find out more next week. Did you and Mingjue have fun?”
“We did,” A-Yao confirms, grinning, then whispers in a mock conspiratorial tone, “Oh, and I am not supposed to tell you, but he completely ignored the salad you left for him and ordered a pizza.”
Xichen bursts into a hearty laugh. “I love it when you rat on him.” He smacks A-Yao’s bottom. “That is so naughty of you. My sly little snitch.”
A-Yao gasps, offended. “It’s for his own good,” he proclaims. “He eats too much junk food. It’s the second time this week. And he won’t listen to me. Of course I have to tell you.”
Xichen pulls him closer, cupping his asscheeks, feeling the plug beneath the tips of his fingers. “Did you eat it too?”
“Of course not,” A-Yao sounds scandalised by the mere suggestion. “I ate proper dinner.”
Xichen kisses his nose. “What a good boy you are, eating your five-a-day, worrying about Mingjue’s health. What else did you and Mingjue do?”
“You mean for real, or...?”
“Yes, for real. Tell me about your evening.”
“Well, we had fun.” A-Yao gives a little wicked smile. “But I’ll tell you all about it later.” He brushes a finger along the bulge in Xichen’s trousers, then unbuckles his belt, sliding his hand down Xichen’s underwear. “We have more pressing concerns now. You were just telling me what a good boy I am.” He then pouts, squeezing Xichen’s cock, dragging out the syllables as he adds, “Er-Ge.”
Xichen chuckles. But he returns to their game, flipping A-Yao back onto his stomach. “Yes, you are, my love, such a good boy. It is unfair that Da-Ge treats you so harshly.”
A-Yao sighs, loud and dramatic, and Xichen lies closer to him, his hand poking curiously around the plug. "This is so monstrous, my angel. You must be so full.”
A-Yao gives a pitiful moan, beseeching, “Please take it out, Er-Ge.”
“I will, but it will hurt so much, pet. You will most definitely cry.” Xichen slowly works his fingers around the base.
He tugs at the plug, only a little, seeing the tender folds of A-Yao’s asshole stretch, then pushes it back in.
A-Yao whimpers.
“I know, sweetness, I know,” Xichen assures him. “It is entirely too big for your little hole. Da-Ge is so cruel. You’re too delicate for such a treatment.”
“I’ve never been so full, Er-Ge,” A-Yao cries. “Please.”
Xichen gives another teasing pull, this time taking the plug almost halfway out, before stuffing it back inside. “We have to go slow. We don’t want your little hole to tear.”
A-Yao mutters, his sentence interrupted by sniffling, “I worry… the damage will be permanent.”
Xichen almost chuckles at that, but manages to control himself and reply seriously, “That is a possibility, I am afraid. At very best, you will be sore for weeks.”
“If it happens, how will I…” A-Yao lifts his hips higher. “Will you still…” Then he wails, inconsolable, “Oh, Er-Ge.”
Xichen toys with the plug, pulling and pushing, enjoying the view of A-Yao’s flesh opening and closing around it. “We’ll have to abstain until you heal, my love.”
A-Yao sobs into the pillow, then lifts his head and resolutely says, “I can’t, Er-Ge. It would be unfair.”
Xichen smiles, playing with the plug. “But if you’re hurt, my angel. We have to wait for your little hole to heal properly. What else could we do?”
“I will endure it all for you, Er-Ge,” A-Yao ardently professes. “It is only fair that you’re allowed what Da-Ge has taken by force.”
Xichen bites his lips, trying not to laugh. “Oh, my most righteous pet. How very noble of you,” he says, working the plug faster. “You would be willing to suffer like that? For me?”
“Always, Er-Ge,” A-Yao declares with sincere fervour. “I would do anything for you. No matter the pain.”
“Such a devoted pet,” Xichen whispers, gently nipping A-Yao’s earlobe. “Does this hurt, my love?” Xichen asks, spreading A-Yao’s asscheeks wide, then again teasing the plug in and out, admiring the soft pink folds yielding around it.
A-Yao whimpers, “So much, Er-Ge.”
“Oh you poor thing, in so much pain,” Xichen coos, working the plug with more force. “You are being so brave.”
The plug really is wide, and the way A-Yao’s asshole spreads around it is hypnotising. Xichen is so engaged in this obscene activity, taking the plug almost all the way out, watching the velvety skin spread flat wide around the stretch, then driving it back in, A-Yao’s hole closing around the thin part just below the base.
A-Yao moans, grinding slowly into the sheets, rubbing himself against the mattress as Xichen holds the plug, pushing and pulling, invading A-Yao’s asshole anew.
Soon he does it faster, harder, and A-Yao writhes on the bed, lifting his hips higher in the air, offering his ass to Xichen, imploring, “Er-Ge, please.”
If he’s begging for the plug to be taken out, it is only so that Xichen’s cock can fill him up instead. Xichen knows that, but he plays his part, “Soon, my love, soon I will get it out. We can’t rush and hurt you even more. You are being so courageous and patient. Such a good boy.”
It is an honest frustration colouring A-Yao’s sobs now, but he submits himself to waiting, to being teased, as Xichen continues to change the pace and the force until A-Yao wails a very desperate please.
Xichen sighs. He should unquestionably be more impatient than A-Yao, considering that A-Yao and Mingjue had already fucked this evening while he was out. A-Yao’s desire for him is flattering, but at the same time, Xichen fights the urge to admonish this lack of restraint. When A-Yao’s hand disappears beneath his crotch, however, Xichen scolds, “Oh, but isn’t this undignified, poppet?”
Even in the whirlwind of his insatiable need, A-Yao’s mind is as sharp as a steel trap. “Please forgive such shameless act, Er-Ge, but it helps take my mind off the pain.”
Xichen laughs at being so cleverly bested, reminded that all the control he thinks he has is only what control A-Yao willingly grants him. A-Yao looks up, smirking like a sneaky cheeky rascal that he is, and Xichen kisses his lips tenderly.
“You are a handful,” he whispers, feeling A-Yao’s lips part into a smile. “And I can never resist you.”
Xichen clears his throat, returning to their game, “My clever, resourceful pet,” He takes the plug out, then roughly drives it back in, making A-Yao whimper.
Xichen sits up, and A-Yao spreads his legs readily, allowing Xichen to kneel between his thighs.
A-Yao arches his back. “Er-Ge, be gentle,” he pleads.
“Of course, my love. When was I ever not gentle with my precious kitten?” This time Xichen pulls the plug very slowly, admiring once more the flexible muscled ring giving in under the pressure of the stretch. A-Yao’s lithe body shakes with loud anguished sobs, this display of helpless distress making Xichen’s cock twitch.
Once the plug is removed, Xichen tosses it to the side, and lowers his pants, taking his cock out. A-Yao is slick, and loose from the plug, and Xichen groans in bliss as he enters his soft heat in one deep push. A-Yao hisses an ecstatic yes.
Xichen lies on top of him, covering him whole with his body, as he moves carefully inside his ass.
“Oh, how good you feel, pet,” Xichen purrs.
A-Yao only moans, squirming beneath him.
“I slid in so easily, my angel,” Xichen says, the rhythm of his hips slow and sensual. “You were open and ready for me.”
“It’s that diabolical plug, Er-Ge,” A-Yao huffs. “It was so big.”
“Of course, poppet,” Xichen agrees, kissing the nape of his neck, as he drives his cock in, deep and long. “Too big for you. Left you so loose.”
“And sore,” A-Yao adds, gasping. “So sore.”
“Oh, my poor kitten,” Xichen coos, one arm wrapping around A-Yao’s chest, the other pressed firmly at A-Yao’s hip. "First Da-Ge violated you, then stuffed you with such monstrous plug.” He pulls out, movements controlled and measured, then enters him again slowly, relishing the feel of hot tender flesh around him. “What a horrible treatment for my delicate pet.”
A-Yao’s voice is frail, “I can still feel it, Er-Ge. It hurts so much.”
“Yes,” Xichen says, thrusting harder now. “My sweet little pet is not used to such abuse.”
“No, Er-Ge, I’m not,” A-Yao sobs. “You are never so rough with me.”
“How could I be rough when you’re such a fragile little kitten.” Xichen grunts, ramming his cock inside A-Yao, his hand on A-Yao’s hip squeezing strong enough to bruise.
“Er-Ge is so gentle with me,” A-Yao moans.
“Of course I am.” He’s not.
A-Yao whimpers, “Da-Ge is so savage. He always hurts me, Er-Ge.”
“Oh, my poor pet,” Xichen whispers, speeding up, delighting in the responsiveness of the delicate body beneath him. “Da-Ge is too brutal for my precious poppet.”
A-Yao sounds close to tears, “He is, Er-Ge. So cruel. I don’t know how I endure it.”
Xichen bites the damp skin of A-Yao’s shoulder, sucking hungrily, tasting the little drops of perspiration close to A-Yao’s neck. He groans as A-Yao lifts his ass, meeting Xichen’s hips, the sound their bodies make upon impact louder even than A-Yao’s pleasure.
“You are most resilient, my love.” Xichen goes harder, slamming inside roughly, then pauses before retreating, only to bury himself to the hilt again. “Even now, letting me fuck you after you’ve been so ravished.”
“Oh, Er-Ge,” A-Yao wails, trembling. “I would never deny you.”
“My brave beloved pet,” Xichen says, grabbing A-Yao’s waist, lifting him up on all fours.
A-Yao rocks his hips, moaning, as Xichen spreads his asscheeks wide, then slows his thrusting, watching A-Yao’s little hole surrender for him, stretching around his cock.
He pulls out, leaving A-Yao gaping, then brushes his thumb over his asshole, enjoying the feel of tender tissue, so open and inviting. A-Yao’s thighs quiver slightly.
“Er-Ge,” he pleads, and Xichen enters him again.
“My beautiful pet,” Xichen praises. “How lovely you are. How well you take me.”
He goes torturously slow now, pulling out, then teasing A-Yao’s crack, rubbing his cock up and down, before pushing back in.
“How soft you feel,” Xichen whispers adoringly. “How gentle. You’re only meant to be kissed and fondled. Not subjected to such heartless acts of cruelty.”
“But Da-Ge is so beastly,” A-Yao sobs, his hands crumpling the sheets.
“My poor abused pet,” Xichen says, advancing at a leisurely pace, mesmerised by the way A-Yao’s body seems to swallow him inch by inch until he’s all the way in, his crotch flush against A-Yao’s ass. He closes his eyes, savouring the tight heat. “Da-Ge is absolutely pitiless. Look what he did to my precious kitten.”
A-Yao wails, “It hurts so much, Er-Ge. I think I am bleeding.”
Xichen somehow manages not to laugh. “You are, my love,” he says with a sombre tone, pulling A-Yao ever deeper onto his cock. “I didn’t want to alarm you, but you are bleeding. You’re torn, sweetness. Injured.”
A-Yao sounds devastated, all but weeping, “Oh, Er-Ge, how could Da-Ge be so cruel?” The desperate vulnerability in his tone makes Xichen believe, if only for a second, that A-Yao truly is defenceless. Xichen shudders with the urge to be both a sanctuary and a conqueror.
He speeds up, eliciting loud whimpers with every snap of his hips. “I don’t know, my angel,” he pants. “I don’t know why he likes to torment my precious pet like this. But he has outdone himself this time. I have never seen you so hurt.”
“He molested me, Er-Ge,” A-Yao whines, squeezing the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white.
“He did, my love,” Xichen agrees. The way A-Yao trembles when he’s inside him, how he moans when Xichen’s hot breath carries obscenities to his ear, how his eyes flutter when Xichen gets really deep, and the sweet little sounds of complete helpless submission to the way Xichen takes him, make Xichen’s heart race and his cock throb. “Da-Ge fucked you bloody. He was ruthless.”
“Oh, Er-Ge,” A-Yao wails, distressed. “And it was my first time.”
Xichen stops, gasping for air. Trying not to laugh. More importantly, trying not to come.
A-Yao, noticing Xichen’s reaction to his words, turns his head, a little surprised oh on his lips. Then he grins, saying more meaningfully, “Oh.”
Xichen bites down hard on his lip, forcing himself to breathe, willing himself to last.
“Er-Ge,” A-Yao teases, wickedly delighted with this discovery. “Do you want to hear about it?”
“Fuck,” Xichen wheezes. He needs a moment. He concentrates, breathing deep and measured. When he collects himself, he nods. “I do,” he says, still somewhat flustered. “But I’m gonna…”
A-Yao smiles. “I know. You can.”
Xichen forcefully slams into him, commanding, “Tell me.”
“You want to hear how Da-Ge brutalised my innocence?”
“Yes,” Xichen hisses, grabbing him hard by the hips, pushing deep and fast.
“Oh, Er-Ge,” A-Yao gasps. “I was a poor virgin.” His words come out more like yelps, fucked out of him.
Xichen yanks him by the hair, pulling him up, pounding into him as he wraps his arm around A-Yao’s chest, hand firmly at A-Yao’s neck. “Did it hurt?”
“Unbearably,” A-Yao confirms, more grunting than speaking. “I nearly passed out.”
“Oh, my poor pet, deflowered in such a horrible way,” Xichen pants, fucking him with complete disregard, hard and fast, each thrust more forceful than the one before.
A-Yao whimpers, catching his breath, “I was so tight, Er-Ge.”
Xichen moans, his hips snapping at a punishing pace, then pushes A-Yao down, turning him to the side. He lifts A-Yao’s right leg, hooking it across his shoulder, and buries himself inside, as deep as ever, A-Yao’s eyes rolling back at the sensation of being so thoroughly invaded.
“Did you cry?” Xichen asks, slamming into him.
“Oh, how I cried,” A-Yao sobs. “I cried and I screamed and begged him to stop.” His hands go behind Xichen’s back, nails digging into the soft skin of Xichen’s ass, urging him to go even harder. “I screamed until my throat was parched. Until I had no voice left to cry.”
“My poor poppet,” Xichen pants, his voice strained with the effort he puts in his violent thrusting, his mind filled with images of A-Yao’s slender wrists pinned above his head, A-Yao’s legs forced open, A-Yao’s eyes wide with fear. “Da-Ge showed you no mercy.”
“None at all,” A-Yao whimpers, barely coherent, the zealous rhythm of Xichen’s lust breaking the rhythm of A-Yao’s speech. “I tried. To fight him off. But… No avail. He only… Hurt me more.”
“He is too strong for you to fight off, my love.” Xichen’s breath is ragged, he is sweating, and he still fucks like possessed. “My poor pet,” he gasps, his movements becoming erratic. “My poor hurt pet.”
A-Yao sobs, Xichen’s incessant passion making it increasingly hard for A-Yao to speak. “I was so… virtuous. So pure. Intact. Never even had… a finger up there before.”
And oh, what Xichen wouldn’t give to be able to claim that utmost vulnerability of the first time. He loses his rhythm completely, slamming inside once more, desperately trying to fit even further in, and groans loudly, filling A-Yao’s ass with come.
He collapses on top of A-Yao, exhausted. A-Yao holds him in his arms, waiting patiently like a good boy, and Xichen is content to just breathe and listen to A-Yao’s heartbeats. After a few moments, Xichen nudges him to get up, opening his mouth for him, and A-Yao positions himself, thighs around Xichen’s neck, and pushes in.
Xichen doesn’t even have to make an effort to relax his throat—he almost doesn’t even feel he has a throat, or any other part of his body. His mouth and tongue welcome A-Yao whose lips open around a silent focused moan, eyes glassy and half-closed. Soon, Xichen recovers enough to find the strength to take his hand to A-Yao’s asshole. He slides three fingers in easily, then curls them, finding A-Yao’s prostate, and attacks it vigorously.
It doesn’t take long for A-Yao to come, clenching around Xichen’s fingers, a loud scream ripped out of his throat, as few salty strings spill in Xichen’s mouth.
A-Yao heaves on top of him, convulsing, a sheen of sweat glowing on his body, as Xichen sucks, devotedly luring every last drop onto his tongue.
After a bit, Xichen shifts, bringing A-Yao to lie down, arranging them comfortably, arms and legs entwined, A-Yao nuzzling the crook of Xichen’s neck, as Xichen hides lazy kisses in his hair.
“So,” A-Yao starts with a playful smile. “We gained some insights today?”
Xichen laughs. “I guess we did.”
“It is nice to learn new things like that,” A-Yao murmurs, snuggling closer in Xichen’s arms. “More fun stuff to play with. That way we can never get bored.”
“I could never get bored with you,” Xichen says, his fingers tracing languid circles over A-Yao’s back. “Even if we only ever did missionary in complete silence for the rest of our lives.”
A-Yao gives a little scoff, then looks up at him, serious and intrigued. “You know that if anyone else told me that, I’d say they’re lying through their teeth. Or that they’re a fool and a sap.”
Xichen smiles, lowering his head to kiss him. “Then I am a fool and a sap,” he says, sucking A-Yao’s lower lip.
A-Yao offers the slightest hint of dimples, before shily looking down, whispering demurely, “And the one I could never get bored with.”
“A-Yao,” Xichen tips his chin gently up. “Are you lying through your teeth?”
A-Yao chuckles, but then says seriously. “Never to you.” His hand fondles Xichen’s cheek. “Maybe I am also a fool and a sap. With you.”
“With me,” Xichen says, smiling, and tightens the embrace.
When Mingjue enters the bedroom later on, they’re still cuddling.
Mingjue grins. “Had fun? It sounded like it.”
He lies next to them, A-Yao in the middle. A-Yao turns towards him, and Mingjue gives him a kiss, pulling him in his arms.
He raises his eyebrows, observing the discarded butt-plug, and asks, “Will I now hear what unspeakable atrocities I have committed?”
A-Yao laughs, and Xichen says, “Perhaps you don’t want to know.”
Mingjue ruffles A-Yao’s hair. “Couple of nutters, the two of you. Match made in heaven.”
“Did you enjoy your work-out, Mingjue?” A-Yao rests his head on Mingjue’s chest.
“Mhm,” Mingjue confirms. “But tell me, what abominable crimes am I guilty of this time?”
A-Yao smirks, saying nothing, as Xichen chuckles, reaching for Mingjue across A-Yao’s shoulder. Mingjue takes his hand, bringing it to his lips, then holds it.
“Ah, the usual,” Xichen says. “Except…”
“Except?”
“Except it was his first time.”
Mingjue laughs so hard the entire bed shakes, and A-Yao, face pressed against Mingjue, shakes with him, his teeth rattling.
“How do you even come up with stuff like that?” Mingjue asks. Then he looks at A-Yao, teasing, “Aw, baby, was I horrible for your first time? Was I rough and made you cry? Split your little ass in two?”
“Shut up, Mingjue,” A-Yao laughs. “It’s just a game.”
“You were, Mingjue,” Xichen says with glee. “You were absolutely horrendous.”
“Aw, that wounds me,” Mingjue continues his teasing. “I would never. If it really was your first time, baby, I’d be so good to you. So gentle.”
“You would?” A-Yao asks.
“Of course I would.” Mingjue gives him a kiss. “I’d treat you like a fucking princess. Like the gentlest most delicate butterfly.”
A-Yao smirks, giving him a sidelong suspicious glance.
“You don’t believe me?” Mingjue asks. “You wanna see? Wanna have your first time with me, baby?”
A-Yao licks his lips, smiling playfully. Xichen can see he is into it.
A-Yao tilts his head, looking up at Mingjue, and pouts. “You’d bitch that I’m whinging.”
“Yeah, well, if it’s your first time, you’re allowed to,” Mingjue reasons. “You’re still getting fucked though. But you can whine all you want.”