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Chu Wanning is a very stubborn person. No one knows that better than Taxian Jun. He’s also full of pride — sadly too proud to admit how much pleasure Taxian Jun gives him. Even now, spread out on his back beneath him, taking him to the hilt, he only glances up at Taxian Jun with thin lips, eyes squeezed halfway shut. It’s annoying; Taxian Jun likes his partners to be needy and vocal, not pretending to be a plank despite his best efforts.
He slams into Chu Wanning once more, then stills his hips and leans forward. He whispers Chu Wanning’s name, licks underneath his jaw and bites his earlobe. That at least brings forth a moan, but it’s not enough. He wants to hear Chu Wanning beg.
“Do you want to come?” he breathes into Chu Wanning’s ear, sneaking a hand between them to slowly pump his hard and dripping cock. “Hmm, Wanning, if there’s something you want, you should ask for it.” He watches Chu Wanning’s body arch in symphony with the rhythm of the hand around him, feels him clench around the thick length inside him, and smirks, sensing his triumph. “I promise, ask me, and I’ll give it to you. You don’t even have to be polite about it. Just ask, any way you like.”
He slowly begins thrusting again, deep and slow and perfectly aimed to attack Chu Wanning’s sweet spot on every back and forth. Chu Wanning gasps each time he’s freshly speared on the think length, each time Taxian Jun kisses him for encouragement and rolls his hips in another perfect long thrust, but he still denies Taxian Jun to witness the pleasure he inflicts by biting his lips to keep any sounds from escaping, never mind the pleas Taxian Jun wants to hear from him. They’re both close, release about to wash over them at any moment, and it’s like a battle of wills between Taxian Jun’s skill and Chu Wanning’s pride.
“Beg for it,” Taxian Jun commands, in a voice that rarely encounters dissent anymore. “Wanning, beg me to come.”
Chu Wanning blinks at him, dazed, and shakes his head. He turns to the side and bites his lips so hard that blood wells up from a small cut on the bow of his upper lip.
Taxian Jun’s patience snaps. He backhands Chu Wanning in his ire and fucks into him a couple more times with careless, selfish, brutal force. He pulls out at the last moment in order to spill all over Chu Wanning‘s chest and stomach, laughs at his scandalized expression. He glances towards Chu Wanning’s crotch, elated to still find him erect, cock straining up against his stomach. Most men would touch themselves now to get theirs, but they both know it goes against Chu Wanning’s precious principles.
Paying no mind to his plight, Taxian Jun pulls his outer robes on in order to visit the baths and leave Chu Wanning alone on the bed, naked, covered in come and denied his release. It’s not as satisfying as having made him beg, a dull and frustrating victory, empty and hollow, and the realization sits in the pit of Taxian Jun’s stomach like rancid wine.
***
Taxian Jun might not be the smartest person in this realm, but he is creative. It takes him mere days to come up with a way to impress upon Chu Wanning what’s expected of an imperial consort.
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Tying Chu Wanning up the way Taxian Jun wants him takes some effort and persuasion — the fight hasn’t left him yet, ever so often he still tries to bargain with his fate — but in the end, Taxian Jun succeeds. He’s got Chu Wanning naked on the bed, laid out on his back, arms bound by the wrists and fixed to a rod that’s itself fixed to the bed. Taxian Jun debated tying his feet, too, but decided against it; allowing Chu Wanning some room to move will make this more fun.
He sits down on the bed and removes only his gloves, folds them neatly and sets them down on a spot by Chu Wanning’s head. Chu Wanning is already struggling against his bonds, glaring daggers at Taxian Jun, but that’s nothing new. Taxian Jun isn’t too bothered by this brand of attitude; having to wrangle Chu Wanning a bit before their coupling adds some spice to their encounters and keeps him interested. What annoys him is that Chu Wanning doesn’t know when it’s time to give in, denies him the joy of seeing and hearing just how badly he made Chu Wanning’s body betray its owner and submit to the skillful attention being lavished upon it. His lay-back-and-endure-approach to their nights together has gotten boring.
Never mind that now, though; tonight is all about teaching Chu Wanning a lesson, nudging him so he might comprehend that there ought to be some give and take if their agreement is to hold and Chu Wanning wants to keep protecting his precious former disciple.
Taxian Jun coats his hands with some oil and takes Chu Wanning’s limp cock in hand. The sudden intimate touch makes Chu Wanning jump in surprise, but Taxian Jun knows how to get him hard despite his lack of active participation. This is the easy part. Bodies are led much easier than minds.
He’s neither slow nor gentle in his attention, and before long Chu Wanning’s bitten off moans mingle with the slick sound of Taxian Jun jerking his cock. The struggling has subsided too; Chu Wanning has gone still, like he’s merely enduring the unwelcome touch, although Taxian Jun can see his stomach muscles tense with how badly he tries not to thrust up into Taxian Jun’s hand, seek even better friction. It’s a shame, really.
Taxian Jun keeps the rough, punishing rhythm until he sees the first drops of precome glisten at the slit. He slows down, then, lets go of Chu Wanning’s cock in favor how spreading his legs to reveal his tight hole. Chu Wanning turns his head away with a small growling noise at the first brush of an oiled finger on his entrance.
It didn’t take Taxian Jun very long at all to figure out that Chu Wanning finds it particularly shameful if this part of his body gets exposed to Taxian Jun’s hungry gaze and eager attention. The thought alone makes Taxian Jun want to be mean and he adds the second finger too early, then a third and a fourth in quick succession, savoring each pained exhale from the sharp burn he must cause. He seeks out Chu Wanning’s sweet spot with merciless precision, despite the latter’s desperate wriggling, and even though Chu Wanning feigns a singleminded desire to escape his situation, his heartbeat soon quickens into raged panting, his body clenching around Taxian Jun’s fingers. He’s close, and as per the purpose of tonight, that’s Taxian Jun’s cue to stop and remove his fingers.
The tension flows out of Chu Wanning like one of the parties in a tug of war stepped aside and let the rope fall to the ground all of a sudden. Taxian Jun allows for a few moments of no stimulation whatsoever before he takes his cock in hand again.
Chu Wanning whines, his body immediately going taut again all over. He reaches the edge much quicker this time, and there’s the first signs of frustration in his expression when Taxian Jun once more stops right as he’s on the verge of coming.
The game is repeated several times: jerking him off almost to the end, then withdrawing. Fingering him to the threshold of completion and withdrawing again. Just as planned, it works away on Chu Wanning’s iron resolve, and he visibly, audibly begins to slip around the fifth time. His moans and gaps rise in volume, and he doesn’t manage to keep his body still anymore either. Gripping the rod that holds his binds for purchase, he pushes his hips up into the ring of Taxian Jun’s hand, presses into against Taxian Jun’s fingers inside him. He wears the prettiest blush on his face, sweat beading on his forehead from the exertion of being held close to orgasm for a while, and his cock has gone deep-red, coated in precome from the base to the tip. Taxian Jun runs his fingernail over the slit, grinning smugly at the violent shudder that runs through Chu Wanning’s entire body in response.
Time for the conclusion to tonight’s first lesson.
He knows Chu Wanning’s body well, better than Chu Wanning himself, knows it in ecstasy and in agony, and this time he doesn’t withdraw when Chu Wanning nears orgasm. Instead, he waits for the exact moment Chu Wanning actually reaches his peak, crosses the point of no return, to then trap the sensitive head between forefinger and thumb and press hard. Chu Wanning yelps; both surprise and pain fall over his features, replacing the expression of wanton pleasure that he’s worn only moments prior. And yet, hot seed pulses out past Taxian Jun’s fingers, a slow trickle where normally it’d quickly spurt out. Taxian Jun’s grin grows downright cruel as he drinks in how leftover arousal wars with confused despair on Chu Wanning’s face. This orgasm can’t have brought him any of the sweet, spreading relief that usually accompanies the physical release of coming after a long time of being teased, pitched towards the edge but denied over and over again, held on the precipice just to be pushed back down. Now the peak of pleasure is entirely out of reach, torn from him without the hope of retrieval.
And yet, he’s still panting. His heart is still beating so loudly that Taxian Jun can hear its staccato rhythm. His cheeks are still flushed, phoenix eyes brimming with unshed tears. Taxian Jun will make them fall, make him cry, will teach him what a privilege it is to be fucked into screaming abandon by the emperor.
He says Chu Wanning’s name and waits for him to look up and meet his eyes before he leans down and takes him into his mouth. He has softened a bit after the physical release, however ruined, but a few pointed licks to the underside of his tip are enough make him stiffen again. The reaction to that kind of stimulus so soon after coming is all Taxian Jun pictured it would be: Chu Wanning whines and tries to dig his heels into the mattress to throw him off. By the way of punishment for such insolence, Taxian Jun pushes two fingers back inside him, too, adding a second point of attack on Chu Wanning’s wrung out and oversensitive body.
He continues until the salty taste of another shallow orgasm unfolds on his tongue. Then he sits back on his heels and, without a giving Chu Wanning a single second’s reprieve, takes his cock in hand again, rubbing the palm of his other hand over the tip. Chu Wanning bucks vigorously against this treatment — none of it can be pleasurable anymore. But Taxian doesn’t quite have him where he wants him, not yet.
He forces Chu Wanning’s legs even further apart, pushes his thighs forward so that he can lick at his hole. The skin there is hot, tasting of the oil used to finger him earlier, and the ring of muscle flutters under his tongue. Chu Wanning’s thighs go rigid under his hold, briefly, before he tries to wriggle away, and more than once Taxian Jun has to readjust his grip on him so he doesn’t manage to break free.
Not long now. Just a little bit more.
He replaces his tongue with a single finger, crooks it inside Chu Wanning to get at his sweet spot. With his other hand, he reaches around for Chu Wanning’s cock and it finally, finally happens: a loud sob breaks free from Chu Wanning’s chest, marking Taxian Jun’s victory.
From there on in, the tears don’t stop. Taxian Jun teases Chu Wanning’s cock a little more, revels in the latter’s attempts to get away from the onslaught; he kicks his feet, tries to roll over, strains against his bonds. He weeps louder every time Taxian Jun touches him, tremors running through him. He cries out, making a rather pitiful picture, and Taxian Jun deems the second and final lesson of the night to be finished.
He removes the ties on Chu Wanning’s wrists and gathers him into his arms. He strokes the silky black strands of hair, damp with sweat, and wipes the tears from Chu Wanning’s face.
“Shizun,” he says, with all the gentleness he can muster. “Next time when I tell you to beg, then beg. If you want to come, then tell me.” He lifts Chu Wanning’s head with light guiding pressure on his chin. “Alright? Use your words. Don’t keep your noises in. Let me see and hear what you enjoy.”
For a long moment, Chu Wanning just stares at him blankly, disbelieving, with an unreadable, tumultuous expression.
Then, he nods, closes his eyes, and nestles into the momentary comfort of Taxian Jun’s embrace.