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A woman.
Zhou Zishu’s heart starts to beat in a speeded rhythm he is no longer familiar with. His gut twists with something he is no longer familiar with. His mind races and tells him nothing at all for reasons he is no longer familiar with.
A woman stands before him, and he is nervous . Frightened? No. No, of course not. Fear is foreign to him, he is past fear, cannot fear, he is simply….nervous.
That is what makes the back of his neck cold and then hot in rapid succession, what makes his stomach flip and his breath try to stutter before he steadies it. That's all it is. Of course. Because Zhou Zishu is not a creature that fears. He doesn't allow himself to be.
A woman stands before him, and he's lost the bet.
He's lost the bet because of this woman, and the stakes involve no women at all. It would be much easier if they did.
The Scorpion's voice is unwelcome, but it intrudes all the same.
"Can it be that Zhou-xiong wants to go back on his word?"
Zhou Zishu analyzes the tone of it immediately, questions to be answered in his head. They are questions on which his dignity hinges.
Did he show his emotion on his face?
No...no, he couldn't have. He knows his expressions, his masks, too well. His face had twisted only with the shock of seeing a maiden in a place like this.
Does he know that I…?
No. No, he can't. He'd singled them out so quickly as a pair to be thrown into bed together, thanks to Wen Kexing’s lecherous eyes and simpering and creeping hands.
Thanks to their presence under the window? The grasping hands and their swollen lips and the hot desire so foreign and heavy in his gut-
No, he doesn't know. He'd be far more delighted if he did.
He thinks I simply do not wish to be watched.
Good. Good. That is the only acceptable answer.
Wen Kexing’s elegant fingers poke at his side, and he bats them away even as the beast himself wheedles about shame , of all things. About going back on his word.
He'll not be able to keep doing that. Batting the hands away. He'll have to let them touch him. Explore him. Do things foreign and intimidating.
He shakes himself. Ridiculous. Intimidated? By the idea of sex? He's not. To be intimidated by such a trivial matter, he'd have to be a lesser man than he is.
He turns his head and walks wordlessly back to the inn.
He feels their eyes burning into his back, both of them.
When upon their return they are asked if they need anything, Zhou Zishu’s brain seizes on the offered bath and change of clothes without his conscious permission. A rare occurrence.
"I want a bath," he says before he even realizes the words are on his tongue. When Wen Kexing starts to speak, no doubt an empty complaint, he recovers himself enough to shoot him a side eyed glance.
"You'll have one too," he barks, gruff. "Like touching you isn't enough of a chore when you're clean. I won't tolerate you unwashed."
Wen Kexing huffs and puffs and puts on an offended face, a sight familiar enough that it almost eases the squeeze around his heart.
Only when he's alone with a tub of hot water and one white inner robe that is not his own does he allow his mask to fall.
His exhale shakes just slightly, the set of his shoulders eases a little. Becomes less proper.
Fuck .
But he's not frightened, he tells himself as he shucks his clothes off and gets in the water. If a warm bath is offered to him he may as well take it, even if baring his skin feels vulnerable and strange despite there being no one to look at him.
Not yet.
He's not frightened, it's just that laying with Wen Kexing is naturally distasteful to him. Him being a man aside, Wen Kexing is a distasteful creature in general. He is wolfish and wild eyed, sometimes more ghost than human. He doesn't bother to hide his proclivities or the desire he has for Zhou Zishu, lets him know loud and clear all the disgusting things he would do if Zishu allowed him to lay his filthy paws on him.
Wen Kexing is a revolting creature.
Wen Kexing inspires desire in him that he has never felt before. Alone and with a heart still beating too heavy he can admit this to himself, though not easily.
It is not just that Wen Kexing makes him feel desire he thought exclusive to the female form, he thinks. It is that Wen Kexing makes him feel desire that exceeds it.
The primal roots hidden beneath the polished human image they all wear makes him respond to the image of a woman with desire. Wen Kexing makes the human itself desire, and that is why he is strange. He makes more than just the animal urge to fuck respond, and that is something no one has done to Zhou Zishu before.
How is he meant to allow a creature who can do that to touch him? To take his control away?
That is what Wen Kexing wants, he knows this. He will not be the one in control, the key to his comfort in every sexual encounter he's ever had. The key to his comfort in everything. Control.
Being in control is not an option here. Not just because he can tell where Wen Kexing’s preferences lie, but because Zhou Zishu is confident and knowledgeable and always knows what his next step is. Knows what to do.
If he were put in control now, he would not know what to do. They would see that he does not know what to do, and he can't bear that humiliation. Not...not now. Perhaps in front of Wen Kexing, but not the Scorpion.
So he must allow Wen Kexing to take his control from him, and when he does that he will…
Zhou Zishu’s hand drifts between his legs below the water, stopping short of touching himself where...where Lao Wen will press into him, like he's a maiden.
He nearly loses the even pace of his breathing at the thought, controlling it just barely. He cannot control the way his heart bucks and rears like an unbroken horse.
He presses a finger to himself, foreign. He's not touched himself here before, not for any reason past bathing. Not with any thought.
Now he cannot stop thinking.
This is what cutsleeves do, and there are plenty of them. The act is common and somehow enjoyed, so certainly his body can open for it.
He knows how, and also cannot fathom how.
When he presses harder, it does give a little. There's a burn and stretch and he barely gets anywhere at all before he's pulling his hand away and instead taking up the soap and cleaning himself almost aggressively.
His hand is not...it's not Lao Wen’s hand, and so he doesn't trust it.
----
Wen Kexing is bathed and waiting when he returns to the room, dressed in nothing but a single white inner robe.
Zhou Zishu is reminded of his own identical state of undress by the magnitude of the hunger that dawns over Lao Wen’s face at the sight of him.
His stomach tightens and groin warms with arousal at the intensity of the stare.
As masterful as Zhou Zishu, Wen Kexing locks the burst of animal hunger away behind a mask, a grin and pout and wide, bottomlessly black eyes.
"A-Xu," the monster whines, standing and approaching him languidly, like all three of them don't know he wants to dive on him like a starving dog.
Yes, the Scorpion sits as satisfied and lecherous as always.
You offered to fuck him, the little voice in Zhou Zishu’s mind says. And you weren't nervous. Why are you nervous now?
He thinks that of course it's because then he could have locked away emotion like any other encounter for information. And the Scorpion may have let him have control.
He's startled by how vehemently that little voice hisses at him. Liar. It was a bet without risk then, because Lao Wen would never have allowed it. The jealous creature would have stolen you away, and then it would have been him who fucked up negotiations. Not you.
Broad, warm hands land on his waist and pull his attention back to Wen Kexing, who is looking at the way they span his sides with interest.
"So tiny, A-Xu," he remarks, eyes on his waist.
"Almost too tiny," the Scorpion remarks, jarring. This...this should just be him and Lao Wen. It's not.
Zhou Zishu pulls the mask of disinterest firmer across his features, sneering at the Scorpion as he surveys the thinness of Zhou Zishu’s waist with inquisitiveness.
Zishu had known he was too thin thanks to the nails and, if he's honest, a lack of will to take care of himself. He hadn't realized how obvious it was, though.
"Disappointed?" he asks, cold and imperious. "It's worse when it's bare. You may change your mind if I'm too distasteful."
Wen Kexing's fingers tighten around his waist, and he dares not look at him. He doesn't want to see the distress in eyes that should hold no care for anyone, the worry for his condition.
The Scorpion smiles at him. "You won't weasle out of a deal with me so easily, Zhou-xiong. Is your body in disrepair? I'm sure I can enjoy the sight of you regardless, when that beautiful face twists in pleasure."
Wen Kexing’s hands tighten again, this time in response to that same mental image of Zhou Zishu showing his pleasure.
Zishu almost scoffs. Lao Wen is pathetic, like a dog with a bone. One wave of sex in front of his face and his troubles are forgotten in favor of more whining and wheedling.
"You made me wait so long, A-Xu. I was getting cold all by my-"
"Shut up," Zhou Zishu tells him, and leans forward for a kiss.
It takes Lao Wen by surprise, but he responds quickly and hungrily.
Good. Yes, it's good. He'd hoped for exactly this, that kissing Wen Kexing now would be as intoxicating as it had been outside, make him forget the circumstances and instead enjoy the heat and hunger of Wen Kexing's mouth against his own.
He responds just as he had then, like a dam has burst and all the hunger in him has come flooding to the surface.
He doesn't consciously decide to wind his fingers in Wen Kexing's hair but he does, and it's the trigger that gets Lao Wen to make a low, feral sound and pull him close and tight in a way that makes him hot.
He makes a faint sound into the kiss, just himself enough to refrain from trying to grind his hips against something.
Kissing Wen Kexing like this, it's...it's something.
Lao Wen must like the sound he makes, because quite suddenly he's being gripped by the ass and lifted like some doll, finding himself on his back on the bed before his spinning head can right itself.
Lao Wen’s body crashes down on his immediately, and as their lips meet again he's quite literally jabbed with the reminder of where this is going.
It won't fit , the voice in his head says with a bit of panic. He's already hard and just your finger burned and it won't fit.
"So hungry," the Scorpion comments with relish off to the side, watching Wen Kexing break their kiss to bite and suck and kiss marks into the exposed column of Zishu’s neck. He's like an animal, a starving dog finally let off his chain. "You must just have to try and hang on for the ride with a beast like that, Zhou-xiong. What valiant hips you must have."
There's laughter in his voice. Zhou Zishu does not find the stark reality of the comments very funny.
He sees a flicker of something like curiosity in the Scorpion's eyes at whatever he sees on Zhou Zishu’s face, and then Wen Kexing bites him and everything fades away for a moment to be replaced with irritation.
"Ah- Lao Wen!" he scolds, not gentle when he smacks the pest on the back of the head. Wen Kexing lifts his head and laughs, flushed and bright eyed and shockingly gorgeous in his arousal. He takes Zhou Zishu’s breath away for a moment, and it's a moment long enough for Lao Wen to yank his robe open and bare him with no warning.
Zishu chokes on a sound of protest, face going hot and turning his head away to avoid showing the Scorpion the raging flush of embarrassment on his cheeks.
The low chuckle from across the room tells him that the shells of his ears give him away anyway.
Wen Kexing is like a man possessed, so much so that Zishu wonders just how badly it is he's wanted Zhou Zishu all this time. His desire seems to consume him, though it makes his mouth and hands no less deft at offering pleasure.
Despite everything, Zhou Zishu is achingly hard when he's exposed to those hungry eyes.
Lao Wen sets eyes on his cock and moans, unrepentant whore that he is. Zhou Zishu barely manages to screw his face up in a show of disdain before he's being kissed again and a hand is wrapping around his cock like it's claiming some kind of treasure. Greedy and tight.
"Mnnnnnn," he moans into Lao Wen’s lips, the shock of pleasure that comes with the first tight, firm stroke too unexpectedly good.
Fuck, yeah.
He's not sure when the last time he cared enough to jerk himself off was, but it can't have felt this good.
Pleasure clouds his senses, the cleverness of Lao Wen’s tongue and hand all melting the resistance out of his bones, legs falling apart.
Good, it feels good.
God, he should have punished all the whining and wheedling up until now by making Lao Wen jerk him off like this every night. Then made him touch himself, ignored all the pathetic eyes and whining and watched him stroke himself. Lao Wen would get off on that, he thinks, being watched with disdain as he beat himself off. If it was Zhou Zishu, he would get off on it.
That would be good. That would be really good, these clever fingers working him over like a good wife and- and- ohhhh , that's-
"Don't make him come so soon, Wen-daren."
The reminder of reality is as effective as a dunk in cold water at waking him up, though it can't quite stop the arousal that's burning through his veins.
Wen Kexing parts from him just barely, eyes curious and dark as he murmurs with surprise, "Close already?"
Zishu scowls and hits him, spitting, "Don't flatter yourself."
The stark reminder of an audience and the looming inevitability of penetration has pushed the impending orgasm back enough that Lao Wen’s stroking hand doesn't make him embarrass himself, at least.
Wen Kexing laughs breathlessly. "But it feels good?"
"What do you think, you stupid bastard?"
Lao Wen just grins, kissing him again and letting go of his cock to shuck his own robe off without shame.
Zhou Zishu’s eyes fall on his cock immediately, nerves punching him in the stomach.
It won't fit. No way.
It's not even that it's bigger than he expected, it's just...it's there. It's there and it's certainly larger than a finger and he'd hardly managed to press one of those into himself.
He tries to school his face before it can falter too much, relieved Lao Wen is staring down between them instead of at his face, pressing them together and starting to stroke again.
"Ohhh…"
Lao Wen’s gaze darts back to him with a grin when he moans at the sensation, making him clam up and look away. He didn't mean to make a sound. Didn't want to.
Wen Kexing finds a rhythm with the ease of experience, sucking on his neck again and cajoling him.
"A-Xu," he breathes, pleasure in his voice. "It's okay to moan. You sound so pretty, there's no need to keep quiet and deprive me of such delicious sounds…"
"Quiet," he groans, turning his face back up and pulling Wen Kexing into another kiss just so he can't talk.
It feels good. It really does, it feels fantastic, the way Wen Kexing strokes them together. There's a little catch and friction, the skin mostly dry, but it still feels good.
Zishu can't lose his thoughts in it anymore, though. Not when Wen Kexing is hot and heavy and hard right up against him, not when he knows that thing is meant to go in him-
Their lips part a little, enough for Lao Wen to murmur in a low, husky register, "Oil…"
He sounds almost like he's talking to himself, but the Scorpion replies regardless. "Already on the table by the head of the bed. The bottle is full, don't worry."
Zhou Zishu’s heart stops in his chest as Wen Kexing stretches over him to reach for it and the words all sink in.
Lao Wen is gorgeous as he sits back on his heels and works the cap of the oil off, he truly is, but Zhou Zishu can't appreciate it.
He's instead staring wide eyed at the bottle, at Lao Wen pouring some onto his hand and slicking his cock with a low groan and Zhou Zishu realizes very abruptly that he's scared and-
Wen Kexing presses their cocks together and strokes again, the slickness easing the slide in a way that knocks the breath out of Zhou Zishu and makes his head fall back, the hand he doesn't remember anxiously knotting into the sheets now flexing and pulling them in pleasure.
Shit . Shit, he'd thought- he'd thought Lao Wen was going to-
He drops his head to the side with a restless noise of pleasure and sees the Scorpion, wearing a wide eyed look of surprised realization.
Shit.
"Better, A-Xu?" Wen Kexing asks, and when he turns his gaze up the sight of him is a bolt of arousal. Lao Wen is flushed, eyes dark and hair falling over his shoulder, brow furrowed and lips parted in pleasure as he strokes them off.
Zhou Zishu nods, his own face surely no better in the face of the sensation each motion of Lao Wen’s hand brings him.
Wen Kexing smiles at his assent, dopey and charming in one moment and terribly sexy in the next as he rolls his hips and lets his eyes flutter closed, mouth parting around a strained moan.
"Shit, A-Xu," he murmurs as he curls back down over Zhou Zishu, nosing and kissing at his jaw and neck again. His hips start to rock, grinding them together more than stroking now. It's just as good. "You're so pretty. I've never seen anything so gorgeous as you, flushed and spread out and hard in my hand. You have the prettiest c-"
Zishu reaches up and pushes Wen Kexing’s face into his neck by the back of his head, desperate to muffle the impending compliment about the aesthetics of his dick, of all things.
Lao Wen laughs into the skin and finds a spot behind his ear that makes him shudder, focusing on it with enthusiasm.
"Zhou-xiong," comes the curious lilt of the Scorpion's voice, and Zhou Zishu is filled immediately with dread. "Is Wen-daren aware that you've never taken it before?"
Everything stops.
The motion of Lao Wen’s hips stop, Zishu barely holding back a whine of protest and keeping his own from trying to rock for stimulation. The mouth at his neck goes still and slack, the entirety of Wen Kexing freezing as if time has stopped.
Zhou Zishu burns with embarrassment. They know. The Scorpion read it on his face, in his body language, and now Lao Wen knows too.
Slowly, Wen Kexing lifts his head to look at him. "A-Xu?"
He barely gets a glimpse of those wide eyes before he's throwing both of his arms over his face to hide. He doesn't respond.
"A-Xu. Look at me. Have you never…?"
This is exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. Admitting to Lao Wen alone that he held some trepidation over coupling with him, that he had no experience, that he was helpless and dumb in this, that would have been embarrassing. Vulnerable, and therefore humiliating.
Having to do it in front of the Scorpion as well is enough to make him want to crawl in a hole and hide. Even worse, it was he who gave himself away.
Zhou Zishu, elite assassin, spy and torturer, so nervous about being fucked that outsiders could tell. He hates it, hates being vulnerable and hates showing it even more. Hates any soft spot beneath his mask and armor being exposed, would rather curl up and die than face such humiliation.
Hates that they're looking at him like a trembling virgin flower, a blushing new bride to be plucked.
He feels soft and weak and he hates it .
Wen Kexing pulls at his arms. "A-Xu-"
Zishu explodes into a small flurry of movement, batting Lao Wen’s hands away and scowling, face burning.
"I don't know what you're so surprised about!" he spits, his anger the only defense he has. "I've made it about as clear as I could that you're not the kind of wife I imagined!"
Lao Wen bulldozes through the insults, looking at him with a new wonder in his eyes. Wonder and...interest.
"A-Xu! If I'd known, I'd not have been so assertive . Did I scare you, go too fast?"
There's a hint of genuine distress in Wen Kexing's face, the idea that he'd made Zhou Zishu feel trapped or frightened one he seems to detest, oddly enough.
Zishu realizes with a start that he'd end it. Wen Kexing would end it here if Zhou Zishu was afraid of him.
Wen Kexing doesn't want to touch him if he's afraid.
He'd not trusted his own hand, because it was not Lao Wen’s.
Zishu glares. "Who's scared of you, you freak?"
It's clear enough for them. Neither know how to speak plainly or say what they want, what they feel, but it is perhaps for this reason they understand each other when no one else would.
Perhaps Wen Kexing would even push, ask for something more if it was just them. It's not, and his Lao Wen asks no more vulnerability from him.
The worry in those dark eyes eases, after a vulnerable burst of something like disbelief and awe at his answer. In its place comes the ominous sight of cogs turning in Wen Kexing's head and the slow darkening of his gaze.
"Don't you worry, beautiful thing," he croons, looking more taken by the moment with the idea that he'll be the first man to bed Zhou Zishu. "I'll make it good, it's alright. I-"
Zhou Zishu kicks him, unable to deal with the terror's incorrigible mouth. "I don't need you to make it good! I need you to just do it and get it over with!"
"Oh no, Zhou-xiong," the Scorpion says. "If it's your first, he must take good care of you. Tease you. What a rare show, to see a man like you fucked open for the first time. It would not do if such a thing was rushed."
Zishu flushes. He wants to snap, but Lao Wen beats him to it, though it's not in any way that particularly pleases him.
Wen Kexing whips his head around to glare at the Scorpion, hissing, "As if I'd be anything less than attentive to him. I'm no beast , I know how to give a man his pleasure."
Zishu grits his teeth and covers his face again.
"A-Xu, don't hide from me."
The tone is damning. Wen Kexing has gone from surprise to concern and now...to delight.
"Spread your legs, sweet thing," Lao Wen cajoles, the only reason Zishu realizes he's drawn them up and pressed them together in the meantime. Made a pitiful attempt at preserving his modesty.
Displeased with how satisfied with the situation Lao Wen sounds, he resorts to being difficult.
"No."
He expects more wheedling and whining. Not for Wen Kexing to click his tongue and accept the answer.
"If that's how you want it," he says, pushing Zhou Zishu’s thighs up and ducking down to spread his ass open and lick him without warning.
Zishu jolts with shock, pulling his arm down to gape and trying to twist his hips away. "Lao Wen! What-"
It takes but a moment of his legs parting in his surprise for Lao Wen to seize his thighs and pull them over his shoulders in a more comfortable position, pressing his tongue flat and hot against furled flesh again.
"A-ah-"
The sensation is unexpected and intense, strange in a way that very quickly turns to pleasure. He curls up and puts his hands on Lao Wen’s head, unsure of whether to push him away.
"Relax, Zhou-xiong," the Scorpion croons. "Lay back. Let him please you. It's not too often you'll find a man so eager to give you a rimming, you know."
Relax? How is he meant to relax with Wen Kexing’s tongue pressing and licking at him like he's a meal?
He clenches his jaw and forces himself to still anyway, to lay down, embarrassed at being so visibly caught off guard.
The Scorpion's eyes are hungry, pleased with his responsiveness. His surprise. The whole point is to please him, but Zishu finds himself resolving to lay back and stay quiet just to spite him.
Once he stills and stops fighting, Wen Kexing’s hold on him gentles and his mouth becomes softer, slower. He's confident he doesn't have to wrestle Zhou Zishu into submission, and so he focuses instead on easing his zhiji into pleasure.
It's easier to deal with when it's slower, Zishu thinks, calming and swallowing his nervousness. Lao Wen’s tongue becomes gentle, traces his rim without urgency. Gives him slow, syrupy pleasure that melts the tension out of his bones.
It's...good. Strange, but sends good shivers up his spine, makes pleasure radiate through his hips, into his cock.
It starts to harden again, after softening with embarrassment and nervousness.
Zhou Zishu is barely through thinking he might avoid embarrassing himself when Lao Wen seems to decide that he's relaxed enough to start pleasing him properly.
"Unh…"
Zishu clamps his mouth shut as soon as the errant sound escapes, caught off guard by a flat firm press of the tongue. He wasn't expecting it, that's all. He's not a vocal lover, now that he knows what to expect he-
Oh. He barely manages to grit his teeth around another sound at that one, a flick of the tip of the tongue that somehow catches him in just the right way.
Okay. Okay, this is… His breath hitches, he bites his lip. This is a little more than he thought it would be, it's…
"Unnnhh…"
It's good, intense. Lao Wen’s tongue is getting insistent now and it's stealing the breath from his lungs, making him fist his hand in the sheets above his head.
A testing press of the tongue and his breath hitches, hips squirming. Hands hold them firmly, keep them in place.
Oh , oh God. They keep coming, the pointed little motions of that tongue, pressing a little harder each time like he's trying to-
"Ah, ah-hah…!"
-penetrate him, just like that. It's shallow, barely there at first, but still rips a stuttering sound of pleasure from Zishu’s lips. His breath is coming quicker now.
Again, slick pressure boring him open, and it feels good . It feels so good, makes him wind his other hand into the sheets too and pant for breath, struggling not to moan as Lao Wen opens him up little by little.
He keeps drawing back, the madman, licking and sucking at his hole only to press in again seemingly at random, sending pleasure radiating up Zishu’s spine just to retreat and tease some more.
He feels a bit like he's going mad with it, falling into a daze and trying to anticipate the next surge of Lao Wen’s tongue. He hardly has the room to marvel over enjoying the penetration at all, intoxicated too quickly with the sensation.
He gets used to the shallow dips of the tongue, and then moans and shudders when it pushes in deep and firm, head falling back and pleasure escaping from his throat loud and clear.
"Fuck. Lao Wen …"
It's the right thing to say. The wrong thing to say. It makes Wen Kexing hum a pleased sound into his rim and respond with enthusiasm, leaving him gasping and wide eyed for a moment before he squeezes them shut again.
Oh, oh God. That’s- that's too much, it's-
He's panting too hard to shut his mouth, but without shutting his mouth he can't stop the low moans that come with every exhale, moans that get a little louder and more strained with each pass of Lao Wen’s tongue.
Good, it's too good, he's gonna- he-
"A-ah, Lao Wen, w- mnn ! Shit, wait, I- Lao Wen! Ah, ah, stop, stop!"
The stimulation stops and he reels, hand darting down to press the heel of his palm into his cock like it'll keep the orgasm he's so close to at bay.
Wen Kexing lifts his head with concern in his face until he sees the state of him, looks at him pressing at the base of his cock and panting like he's waiting out a wave of pain.
"Did you almost come, A-Xu?"
Zhou Zishu doesn't respond, just cracks his eyes open to look at him and pants as he slides slowly away from the edge, aching desire left in its wake.
Wen Kexing looks entirely too pleased with the idea that he'd almost come on his tongue.
"If he liked being eaten out so much," the Scorpion's voice drifts over, the man himself sipping slowly at wine and watching them with dark eyes, "I think it's high time we find out how he likes having your fingers buried in him. Don't you, Wen-daren?"
Lao Wen shoots a displeased glance his way, but ultimately hums in agreement, climbing up Zhou Zishu's body until they're nose to nose and drinking his dazed expression in.
"Mnn...I think I'd quite like to see how you squirm around something that goes a lot deeper, yes. What do you say, A-Xu?"
Zhou Zishu thinks he might kill Wen Kexing if he doesn't stop saying such lascivious, embarrassing things.
He thinks that despite the pleasure that Lao Wen just brought to him with his tongue, the idea of being penetrated by fingers and cock is still daunting.
"Shut up," he hisses. "Just shut up and do what you have to."
Wen Kexing pouts. "You could do to be a little more enthusiastic, you know. I almost just made you come on my tongue, my fingers will be-"
Face burning and jaw clenched, Zishu clamps his hand over Lao Wen’s mouth. His palm is promptly bitten hard enough to bruise and he whips it away, shaking it and hissing, "Beast!"
Wen Kexing smiles, unrepentant, and smears oil over fingers that are already slick.
Zishu’s stomach flips, and when he feels the first touch between his legs he tenses too.
Wen Kexing sighs, giving him a look of exasperation that masks something warm and...sympathetic. "A-Xu... relax."
Zhou Zishu works his jaw, feeling a little off guard and vulnerable but ultimately says nothing and forces his body to go lax, nervousness curling in his stomach.
There's pressure and he squeezes his eyes shut, fists the sheets and...oh. Huh.
He blinks his eyes open, a long finger buried in him to the last knuckle and...it's fine. Not bad at all.
Zishu shifts his hips a little. No, that doesn't hurt. Just feels foreign is all, a little awkward. The arousal pulsing in his groin even makes it feel kind of good.
"Okay?" Lao Wen asks, laughter in his voice. Even the Scorpion is pressing a fist to his mouth to hide an amused smile at the baffled consternation on Zhou Zishu’s flushed face. It's cute.
Zishu aims a sullen glare at Wen Kexing's poorly hidden smirk and sparkling eyes, but huffs and responds, "It's fine, I guess."
"Good," Lao Wen says, rocking his finger shallowly. It sends a tingly shiver up Zhou Zishu's spine that gets an actual shudder out of him, another smile splitting Wen Kexing’s face immediately.
"Mnnn, you like it already, don't you?"
Zhou Zishu feels his face go hot. The gentle in and out motions are indeed starting to feel undeniably pleasant, but he can't stand the smug look on Lao Wen’s face.
"I said it's fine."
Wen Kexing cocks an eyebrow and says, "Is that so?"
He's barely finished the sentence when on the next draw out, he presses two fingers into Zishu’s body without a warning, sending Zhou Zishu’s eyes wide and breath stuttering. His hands flutter as if intending to push Lao Wen away but never land, instead slapping flat down onto the bed as he's bored open again in one long push.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow and knees Wen Kexing in the side, glaring with his face a little screwed up. " Prick."
The stretch is a lot more noticeable now, the entry feeling more intense and stinging but still lacking any real pain. Regardless, he was expecting a warning.
The steady motions of Wen Kexing’s fingers hardly pause, they just keep rocking in and out. The stretch proves not to be the only thing that's noticeably more intense now.
Pleasure relaxes him quickly, drawing a shuddering sigh out of his throat and getting him to close his eyes, tilt his head back.
It's good.
"He takes to it like a natural," the Scorpion murmurs with interest.
Zhou Zishu barely has time to open his eyes with the intention to glare when Lao Wen crooks his fingers and presses something that makes his hips stutter with a jolt of pleasure.
He makes a tiny sound in his throat and forgets glaring in favor of looking at the hand between his legs like it can tell him what just happened.
It doesn't, so his hazy gaze darts up to Wen Kexing, who smiles a predators smile and drags his fingers across the same spot on the next drag out.
"Unh…" it forces another little sound from him, strange and good and - ohh, God.
He drops his head back again. The sensation gets stronger with each pass, like his body is waking up and responding to what it realizes is very pleasurable stimulation.
It doesn't take long before a real moan is dragged from his lips, pleasure hot and bright between his legs. It's...it's a lot. It's a lot and his brain is getting fuzzy and he can't seem to stop his hips from squirming or his breath from hitching, which is-
"Mmmnnn, w-wait please- ah, Lao Wen, just-"
Lao Wen presses a little firmer on the next drag and knocks the words from his lungs, makes his back arch a little.
With a low chuckle, Wen Kexing grips his hip to try to keep him still, saying, "You didn't tell me you were a squirmer, A-Xu."
"I'm not," Zishu breathes, hips kicking and trying to twist again. Away from it, into it, he can't tell.
"No?" Wen Kexing laughs. "Of course, how silly of me. You're perfectly still and composed, I must get my eyes checked."
"Shut up, shut up- ah, fuck! W-wait, Lao Wen, just- it's too-"
"You're so hard you're leaking, Zhou-xiong," the Scorpion says. "Just let yourself enjoy it. You're quite fascinating, you know. You take to the pleasure like a duck to water, but as soon as it starts getting intense you make a fuss. You're used to being in control, aren't you? You don't know what to do with yourself when you start feeling too good to keep your wits about you."
"Shut up," he hisses, gasping and failing to keep his eyes from fluttering closed. "Oh my God."
That becomes his mantra without his consent.
The pleasure rocks through him in waves and scrambles his brain, each pass of Lao Wen’s fingers driving him higher.
"Oh my god," he gasps, "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God , I- o-oh fuck! S-stop, stop, feels like I'm gonna-"
"Don't stop," the Scorpion says firmly. "He's being so good and pretty. I think he deserves his first prostate orgasm, don't you?"
Wen Kexing, so possessed with the beautiful creature under him, doesn't even glare. Instead, he just rasps his agreement.
"I do."
The thrusting stops. Instead, tight little circles are worked into his prostate and he nearly screams, mouth popping wide open in a silent shout and belly clenching so hard he curls up off the bed.
It's so much, it's too much. He aims his wide, shocked eyes at Wen Kexing and spits, "Fuck youuuu, oh my God!"
Lao Wen laughs, startled and delighted and aroused.
Zhou Zishu gasps in a scant few more desperate breaths and comes.
It's like nothing he's ever felt before. The pleasure of it absolutely blindsides him, lights him up from the inside out, so intense he can't breathe for a moment.
His hands shoot up to grip Wen Kexing around the back of the neck and yank him down, the sound of shock Lao Wen makes as Zhou Zishu holds onto him for dear life lost in the sound of his own cries.
"Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh!"
The orgasm goes on for longer than he's ever had one before, and he can't keep his mouth shut despite being sure the main street must be able to hear him.
Slowly, the pleasure ebbs and he uncurls, gasping for breath and trembling with aftershocks.
It's only in a vague sense that he takes stock of his position, still floating mindlessly. Both arms wrapped tight around Lao Wen, one hand clutching the back of his head tight to Zishu’s shoulder, legs spread wide and lax around his hips.
"Mnnnnnnnn," he groans, hands sliding away and flopping to the bed.
Wen Kexing lifts his head slowly to look at him with awe and arousal. Like he's never seen anything sexier in his life than Zhou Zishu shouting himself hoarse during an orgasm.
"Good, A-Xu?" he breathes, eyes dark and heavy lidded. He looks enraptured.
Zhou Zishu surveys him tiredly, before grunting and murmuring, "Was okay, I guess."
As Wen Kexing laughs a breathy laugh, Zhou Zishu looks down at himself to find he hardly looks to have come at all.
His cock is still half hard, oozing like it forgot it was supposed to spill and made a half hearted attempt in the midst of the searing pleasure.
Brow furrowed, he swipes fumbling fingers through the pool of come on his stomach quizzically.
"It's normal, A-Xu," Lao Wen says, grasping his wrist and pulling it forward to suck his fingers into his mouth.
Zhou Zishu hisses at the sight, cock giving a valiant little kick of arousal. "Filthy."
Wen Kexing smiles around his fingers and lets them go slowly. "It's a different kind of orgasm."
"I noticed," Zishu quips dryly. He is a tad relieved to find out he's not broken, though.
Lao Wen strokes his hips gently and looks down at him, saying with a hint of hesitation despite how painfully hard and heavy he hangs between his legs, "If you're too tired to…"
Zishu knees him lazily. He finds little trepidation in himself now, even looking right at Wen Kexing’s swollen cock.
"Idiot. Like I let you do all that just to give up and not get what we're here for."
Lao Wen clicks his tongue, reaching up and pinching one of his nipples without a care for the slap it earns him. "You can talk like it was a burden all you like, A-Xu, but I wager the whole street knows just how good a time you're having."
Zhou Zishu blushes straight down to his neck and pinches Wen Kexing’s nipple in turn, but all he gets from it is Lao Wen’s eyelids fluttering and a soft little moan.
It's sexy. He'll never admit it. Instead he lifts and spreads his legs, looking away. "Just do it, you freak."
"Not like that," the Scorpion cuts in, Zhou Zishu almost startled at the reminder of his presence. "Roll him over, Wen-daren. I want to see him take it from behind."
Zhou Zishu sputters for a variety of reasons. "I…"
The Scorpion raises a brow in question, and Zishu looks at the ceiling to avoid looking at either of them. "I...don't think I can support myself on my hands and knees right now."
It's humiliating to admit such physical weakness. Not just because he still feels like a lump of post orgasm jelly, but because he is tired. The nails have weakened him, and despite Wen Kexing doing the work all this has been rather...strenuous.
"You don't have to, A-Xu," Lao Wen tells him, gently coaxing him to roll over. It makes him want to spit and hiss and slap him away, being handled so gently. He doesn't know what to do with the feelings it puts in his chest, so it's easier to hide.
He doesn't hiss or spit or slap. He just follows the prompting and grits his teeth against the tenderness.
"Just lay on your belly, I'll take care of you. Ah. Will that be...okay? With the…?"
With the nails. Zishu sighs and softens. "It's fine, Lao Wen."
It won't hurt me, don't worry.
The Scorpion can't have missed the nails, he thinks as he lays on his stomach, ears going red when a pillow is slipped under his hips. He can't have missed them, he simply hasn't said anything.
Zhou Zishu thinks he's very likely come to some conclusions of his own about them. Probably accurate ones, too. The man is sharp.
Lao Wen makes a hungry sound behind him that breaks him from his thoughts, palming his ass with relish.
"Stop that," Zishu scolds, embarrassed.
Lao Wen hums an agreement and lets go, only to promptly give the same ass cheek a harsh slap.
Zishu yelps, face flaming. "You-! Do you wanna die?"
"If it involves your ass, I wouldn't be adverse."
Zhou Zishu turns his face into the fold of his arms and hides, grousing, "Just get on with it, would you?"
Then he can forget about the jolt of pleasure the spanking had given him, and how good it had felt when the blow had rocked him, cock sandwiched between the pillow and his own belly.
Two fingers press back into him briefly as if to make sure he's still relaxed and open, and then Wen Kexing is laying against him and murmuring into his ear, too low for anyone else to hear clearly.
"I'll be gentle, A-Xu," he murmurs, pressing the head of his cock against Zhou Zishu’s hole. "Don't worry."
The tenderness is as unbearable as always. "Tch. It's not like I've never done anything that hurts before."
"No," Wen Kexing agrees. "But this shouldn't be one of them."
He hardly has time to process the way that makes his heart flip before he's being pressed open.
"A-ah…!"
It's overwhelming right away. It feels huge. It burns. He takes in a warbling gasp when the head pops in and Lao Wen stills for a moment, reeling from the new sensation.
He feels Lao Wen’s graceful fingers sweep his hair to one side, and then plush lips start to kiss and suck at his neck. He hums his approval, and Lao Wen rocks his hips.
He really is being gentle, Zishu thinks. He's pressing in a little bit at a time, rocking his hips back and forth and sliding in slowly with each movement.
It's terrible.
The motion sends pleasure up his spine despite the stretch and discomfort, but more importantly each rock of the hips grinds his cock into the pillow and makes his eyes want to roll back in his head.
He's struggling to keep his composure, the combination of sensations threatening to make him embarrass himself and come.
"L-Lao Wen," he rasps. "Please just...just do it all at once. Please."
"Shhh, alright. Alright. Deep breath, A-Xu."
He takes a deep breath, and then loses it in a gasping, stuttering cry.
Wow , okay. That's a lot all at once, no wonder he'd been rocking.
"Fuck…"
But at least he didn't come before the bastard was even done pressing into him this way.
"Okay?"
"Y-yeah...just give me a minute."
He does, the bastard. Such a cruel and mercurial creature, his Lao Wen, and yet where he's callous and cold to everyone else he takes care of Zhou Zishu. It's more than he knows how to handle.
After a few long moments, Lao Wen gives an experimental rock of his hips. Zhou Zishu is horrified at the moan it draws from his lips.
"That good already?" Lao Wen murmurs to him, voice smug.
"You...you've got my cock pinned against a pillow. That's all."
"Mnn, is that it?"
Wen Kexing draws his hips back and leaves Zishu gasping, the push back in forcing another moan from his throat.
Fuck. It's good. It's actually good. This thing he was afraid to do, this thing he couldn't understand people's liking for, it's good.
Wen Kexing fucks into him soft and slow and it's so good it melts all the fight out of him.
"Mmmmnnn…"
"There you go, pretty boy. And to think, all this time I could have been doing this to you if you weren't so stubborn."
Almost all of the fight. "Wh...who says it's worth doing it again?"
"No?"
The tone is a tad dangerous, Zishu’s brain saying uh-oh just a moment before Lao Wen’s thrusts get deep and firm, a hand planted on the small of his back.
"A-ah! Fuck, that's-!"
Grinding against his sweet spot is what that is, good enough to steal his breath away and make him clutch at the sheets, panting his pleasure.
He's gonna come. The grind of Lao Wen’s cock and the rubbing of the pillow against his own is too much, it's too good.
"I-I'm gonna-"
"Gonna come?"
"Y-yeah!"
"Feels good, grinding against that pillow?"
"Mmmmmm-hmm!"
He's so close he doesn't care that he sounds desperate, sounds wrecked. He just wants to come, he doesn't have the capacity to think about anything else.
Just as he's starting to teeter on the edge, Lao Wen’s firm hands grip his hips and yank them back and up, forcing him onto his knees and away from the pillow.
"Ah!" he cries, a mixture of pleasure at being yanked back on Wen Kexing’s cock and despair at losing the extra stimulation. "Ah, please!"
"Please what, A-Xu?"
He was right when he said he couldn't support himself. His legs shake, the grip on his hips the only thing that keeps him from flopping back onto his belly. He doesn't even try to prop himself up on his hands, just lays there with his hips in the air like some brothel girl.
He does worm an arm under himself to grab for his cock, though, managing nothing but having his wrist caught and pinned.
"Ah-hah, fuck! I hate you!"
Wen Kexing just laughs, pulling Zhou Zishu’s arm back and holding his wrist against his hip so he can hold him up with both hands again.
There's something hypnotizing about the realization that Wen Kexing’s hand is big enough to wrap around his wrist and still have a good enough grip on his hip to hold him.
"It was distracting you, A-Xu! I'm just giving you some perspective, is all. This way you can focus on me. On whether I'm good enough to fuck again."
That's what this is about?
"Petty bastard," he wheezes, the rhythm Lao Wen sets hard and quick and deep now. It's good, so good. He wants to come.
It has to be intentional, the way Lao Wen is angled so he just barely brushes his prostate, teases him with sensation just shy of enough to make him spill.
He knows better than to reach for his cock with the other hand, but he does it anyway. That one too is seized and yanked up by his hip.
The Scorpion whistles, his comment setting Zhou Zishu aflame with embarrassment.
"What a position. Do you have any idea how you look right now, Zhou-xiong?"
He cracks his eyes open, enough to confirm that his face is turned towards the Scorpion, and shuts them again. His whole face burns and scrunches up with embarrassment.
Apparently the Scorpion isn't done, delighted by the obvious way the words are affecting him.
"You're quite the vision. Back arched, perfect ass in the air, arms held back. You're a lovely color, all flushed with your pleasure. Your face too, not just your cock." There's laughter in his voice. "The way your hair is spilling out across the bed, face like an angel...you ought to be painted, you're so pretty."
He tries to tell the man to shut up. All that comes out is, "Huuuuuunnnnnhhhhh…"
"A-Xu," Lao Wen says, "Don't touch yourself."
One of his wrists is released so Wen Kexing can reach under him. He's too busy gasping and considering the merits of trying to touch himself anyway to look at what he's doing - until there's the brush of the pillow against the head of his cock, of course. He gasps, wrist snatched back up before he can try anything.
"Fucker…! Fucker, I hate you…! Please!"
He's positioned the pillow, propped it up, so each thrust jars Zhou Zishu just enough for the slightest brush of contact. The tease is near painful.
"Please what, A-Xu?"
"Please!" he cries again, trying to find a way to angle his hips to get real friction or a better angle on his prostate. Neither works. Lao Wen’s grip is too strong.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, yes, please!"
"Do you want to come?"
" Yes! " he sobs. "Yes, Lao Wen, I'm begging you! I'm begging you please, I need it! It's good, it's so good, we'll do it again! We'll do it again, I want to do it again, please let me come!"
Wen Kexing moans, long and low. He moans like hearing Zhou Zishu says he wants to have sex with him again is everything he ever wanted, and then he pulls Zishu up onto his knees and upright, back to chest.
The change of angle rolls Zishu’s eyes back in his head - or maybe that's the sudden hand on his cock, stroking him off expertly.
"Fuck!"
The high octave of his own voice would be mortifying if he was in his right mind enough to care.
"Fuck, fuck, Lao Wen! Don't stop!"
Wen Kexing is staring at him when he throws his head back on his shoulder, when he reaches an arm back to wind his fingers in Wen Kexing's hair. Staring at him like he's a god made flesh.
The eye contact is piercing, captivating. Impossible to break.
"Ah- ah-hah-!"
"Shhh, you're okay. I've got you, A-Xu."
He can't fathom how Lao Wen is keeping his voice so steady. His pleasure is clear in his face, in the desperate cadence of his hips.
"Please…"
His vision is blurring. He thinks he's crying.
"Go on. Let me see it, let me see you come."
He's trying. He's so close, he's right there, he wants it so bad. He's teetering on the edge and he just can't quite-
Wen Kexing kisses him, graceless and messy, and he sobs his pleasure into it as he rides out a blinding orgasm.
He hardly notices Lao Wen biting his shoulder and coming inside him.
Although he's not entirely sure what happens in between, Zhou Zishu ends up on his back again. He's sprawled limp and sore and satisfied across the bed, Wen Kexing kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck. Fingers stroke gentle paths down his side, his hip, his thigh.
Eventually, he realizes Lao Wen is talking.
"So beautiful, A-Xu...you took it so well, such a good boy. So responsive , better than I could have dreamed. Wish I could keep you like that all the time, crying and begging for more, split open on my-"
Zishu’s palm covers his mouth, not as roughly as he'd intended. He feels like an overcooked noodle.
Wen Kexing’s eyes dance, crinkled up with a smile. He kisses Zhou Zishu’s palm, and Zishu whips it away as if that's worse than being bitten.
"Back to the land of the living, then?" Lao Wen asks him, leaning in for a kiss.
He doesn't put up much of a fight, just hums contentedly and lets Wen Kexing’s tongue delve into his mouth.
They part slowly.
"Was it good, A-Xu?"
Zhou Zishu snorts, acid on his tongue, until he lays eyes on Wen Kexing’s expression. There's vulnerability there, hidden behind the smile. The mask.
"I didn't hurt you?" he expands as Zhou Zishu stares at him.
Zishu softens.
Did I scare you, go too fast?
As if I'd be anything less than attentive to him.
A-Xu, relax.
If you're too tired to…
I'll be gentle, don't worry.
No, but this shouldn't be one of them.
"Relax. I'm fine."
The worry he sees eases, though those pitiful puppy eyes remain.
"I made it good? Your first?"
"You made it good."
And I'd like to get my hands on whoever made yours bad, but I suspect you've beaten me to it.
Wen Kexing smiles, a rare moment where Zhou Zishu sees the man beneath the mask in full.
"Good...you meant it, then? That you'll let me do it again?"
Zishu scowls and rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to speak.
The Scorpion clears his throat.
Wen Kexing gets the privilege of watching Zhou Zishu, whose mind starts taking him through everything that just happened in front of prying eyes, turn a fascinating shade of red.