Gu Mang's Surefire Guide to Losing Your Virginity

by gorgeouslyunderrated

Summary:

Gu Mang has a problem. Despite his charming good looks, he is still a virgin at the ripe old age of 30. His plan to fix that problem? Well, lets just say his spur of the moment plan may or may not involve corrupting his reserved friend right along side himself.

Chapter 1

Gu Mang kicked his feet absentmindedly against Mo Xi’s bed as he lay with his head dangling upside down off the side of it, watching as Mo Xi diligently finished typing his report on his computer. It had been another Saturday where Lu Zhanxing had sweet talked some poor, unfortunate girl into a date and so Gu Mang had been kicked out of their shared apartment so Lu Zhanxing could have some privacy. Gu Mang always spent these days with Mo Xi, so while he may have outwardly complained to Lu Zhanxing, Gu Mang did secretly like having an excuse to see his little Princess outside of work. The drawback to this was that Mo Xi was extremely self-disciplined and not even Gu Mang could tempt him into goofing off if there was work Mo Xi needed to do. Not that it would ever stop him from trying.

“Ugh, Mo Xi, I have a problem,” Gu Mang drawled.

Mo Xi just quirked his eyebrow at him, not even bothering to stop typing. Gu Mang sighed inwardly, but forged ahead never the less.

“It’s a really embarrassing problem!” Gu Mang stressed.

Gu Mang rolled over on his stomach, propping his chin in his hands. He wasn’t lying when he said this was an embarrassing problem, but he just had wanted to keep this particular attention drawing fact in his back pocket as long as possible. As it currently stood, his illustrious Princess wasn't giving him many options for entertainment today.

“Oh, Mo Xi won’t you help me! I don't know what to do!” Gu Mang lamented.

“I’m listening,” Mo Xi replied, his fingers continuing their movements across his keyboard.

“Well you see, I’m at the ripe age of thirty and…" Gu Mang trailed off.

“And?" Mo Xi asked.

Gu Mang huffed indignantly.

“And I’m still a virgin!” Gu Mang exclaimed.

The clicking of the keyboard stopped as Mo Xi froze, his hands hovering comically over the keys.

Got you, Gu Mang thought.

“Now I fear I'm too old to find someone who would even be willing to have sex with me, let alone a virign!” Gu Mang complained.

Mo Xi robotically turned to face him, his face flushed bright red and his lips pursed heavily.

“You have to be lying. You’re the one who went around flirting with everyone at the academy,” Mo Xi stated woodenly.

Gu Mang winced. See, as much as he loved using this opportunity to distract Mo Xi from his work, he was genuinely looking for some advice. He had thrown all of his energy into cultivation for his entire life, so now that he finally had some free time he was stuck as a thirty year old virgin and had no one to turn to!

“I’m really not lying,” Gu Mang mumbled.

Mo Xi straightened up, seeming to see the honesty in his words.

“Well, that is nothing to be ashamed of. I would like to offer advice…” Mo Xi trailed off.

Gu Mang perked up at Mo Xi’s words, his dark eyes fixed unmovingly on Mo Xi’s bashful face. Mo Xi took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as if he was about to face a great foe.

“Well, I wouldn’t be much help seeing as how I am also a virgin,” Mo Xi said, his gaze determined even as his face turned bright red.

Gu Mang stared at Mo Xi for a moment, his mind running wild with thoughts he could barely keep up with. Gu Mang had never really talked to Mo Xi about sex, or even if there were any girls he liked. Mo Xi was terribly reserved and while he was close with Gu Mang, they had never crossed that boundary. Even so, Gu Mang had just assumed that Mo Xi had bedded someone, even if it was a one night stand. Girls and guys alike threw themselves at Mo Xi, everyone hoping for a chance to be with Chonghua’s most eligible bachelor.

Gu Mang shivered despite himself, a thrill running up his spine at the thought that Mo Xi was also a virgin. He didn’t quite know how to place this feeling, or why the thought that no one else had the chance to see Mo Xi at this most vulnerable made him feel so intoxicated. He was suddenly struck with the idea that he must be the one who deflowers his perfect little Princess. He wasn’t sure where such a thought had come from, but once he had it he began to run his mouth before he could think more on it. A plan formed in his mind quick as lightning and he spared no time before putting it into action.

“Let’s research it then. Together,” Gu Mang said, clambering off the bed just to pull Mo Xi and his computer right back on it.

“What do you mean?” Mo Xi asked, letting Gu Mang tuck himself neatly into his side in the midst of his stupor.

“I said what I mean! We both don’t know anything about sex, so lets learn together. If we’re both new at it then there won’t be any pressure to do good or anything to be embarrassed about,” Gu Mang explained.

He closed out of Mo Xi’s tabs on his laptop and opened an new, incognito tab. Gu Mang could feel Mo Xi open his mouth to protest, so he cut him off with a, “Don’t you trust me? I’ll take good care of you.”

Mo Xi had no response for that, and was subsequently pulled into the mortifying experience of letting his best friend research sex for him. Gu Mang happily typed away pulling up a few informative articles. He had started with basic, heterosexual experiences but as he clicked on the next article, his mind buzzed as he realized it was about sex between two men. Gu Mang’s heart rate spiked at this, his eyes becoming even more fixated as he read. He could even feel Mo Xi stiffen at his side, a sign that his interest had been piqued too.

“Oh, so that's how that works,” Gu Mang mused, mimicking the instructions with his hands in a way that had Mo Xi looking back to the article in mortification.

“You know, I think I need to see a visual to really understand the mechanics,” Gu Mang mused almost absentmindedly, as if this was a new battle strategy and not homoerotic sex.

Before Mo Xi had even fully recognized what Gu Mang might have meant by those words, Gu Mang had deftly pulled up a porn site and picked the first gay porn video that had shown up.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xi hissed.

“Oh chill, Princess. It’s just porn,” Gu Mang teased.

Gu Mang clicked past the foreplay, watching diligently only when he had gotten to a part where the two figures were entwined in the most intimate of places. Mo Xi couldn't help but watch as the man underneath was speared ruthlessly, the man on top pushing his legs back until the spot where they were joined was on full display for the camera.

“Hm, so it's actually not all that different from sex between a woman and a man,” Gu Mang murmured, his eyes flicking over all of the screen. “Oh, that’s different!"

The man on top had begun to pump the cock of the man beneath him, and in response the man on the bottom arched his back while moaning sinfully. Mo Xi couldn’t help but picture the fine features of Gu Mang, his lean body arching with pleasure, while Mo Xi was the one drawing such debauched sounds from him.

“Hey, Mo Xi!" Gu Mang said, pulling Mo Xi from his daze.

Gu Mang had put the laptop away and was looking at Mo Xi roguishly.

“You seem distracted,” Gu Mang teased, the taught line of his body still pressed against Mo Xi's side.

Mo Xi had nothing to say in response, his attention drawn to where Gu Mang had bitten his lips red already. Gu Mang smirked when he noticed Mo Xi’s gaze.

“Well, should we go ahead and put our research into practice?” Gu Mang murmured.

Mo Xi should have refused. He should of gotten up, taken care of his hard on in the bathroom, and then continued on with the work he had before making himself and Gu Mang dinner. He didn't need to ruin the only meaningful connection he had ever made.

But, Mo Xi had been pushed to his limit. Gu Mang had come to his apartment in a loose shirt and shorts, showing off the lean curve of his legs, and then rolled around in Mo Xi’s bed. His patience had already been frayed from that, how was he supposed to hold up when Gu Mang firstly disclosed his virginity and then had sat him down to watch gay porn?!

So, instead of being the gentleman Mo Xi always swore to himself he would be around Gu Mang, he closed that short distance between them in a bruising kiss. He wrapped his hand around Gu Mang's neck, guiding him as he pushed Gu Mang into his bed. Gu Mang gasped in surprise before returning the kiss, his hands scrambling at Mo Xi's shoulders as their tongues slid clumsily against each other. Mo Xi was beside himself, running his hands over every inch of Gu Mang's body.

Mo Xi slipped his hand beneath the soft cotton of Gu Mang’s shirt, stifling a moan as his hand skimmed over well toned muscles. Mo Xi was moving on autopilot, kissing his way down Gu Mang’s neck as he panted beneath him.

"Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Gu Mang heaved.

Mo Xi replied by biting Gu Mang at the point where his neck met his shoulder. Mo Xi sucked a bruise into the pale skin, his arousal only heightening as he pulled back to survey the state of Gu Mang. Gu Mang's shoulder length hair was mussed, his shirt rucked up and his erection straining through his shorts. His eyes were dark with arousal while his lips were slick from their earlier kissing.

“It’s not fair,” Gu Mang whined. “You have me all worked up but you still look so put together.”

Mo Xi raised an eyebrow, before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it off the side of the bed.

“Better?” Mo Xi rasped.

Gu Mang stared at him with wide eyes, soaking in every detail.

“Fuck,” he whispered, seemingly in spite of himself.

Satisfaction rolled over Mo Xi in waves, and he actually felt himself smirking before he boldly cupped Gu Mang through his shorts. Gu Mang immediately moaned loudly, grinding down on Mo Xi's hand lewdly. Mo Xi felt all reason leave his mind at the sight of a thoroughly debauched Gu Mang rutting against him.

“Ah, fuck, Mo Xi! Mercy! I’m just a virgin, I won’t last if you keep doing that!” Gu Mang keened.

Mo Xi moved his hand away, watching as Gu Mang feebly rocked against air for a moment before collapsing against the bed.

“What should I do instead?” Mo Xi asked, easing Gu Mang’s shirt over his head as he did.

“Well, those articles said that you need to prepare me,” Gu Mang replied. “Do you have any lube?”

Mo Xi leaned over to his pull his lube out of his nightstand drawer. Gu Mang snickered when he saw it was half full.

“Oh, my perfect Princess. You might be a virgin but you’ve clearly been busy,” Gu Mang teased.

Mo Xi ignored Gu Mang, opting instead to slide those infuriating shorts off so he could finally have Gu Mang entirely naked in his bed. Gu Mang stretched his legs out languidly as he did, putting on a show for Mo Xi. Mo Xi barely restrained himself from wrenching those sinuous legs open. Instead, he took Gu Mang into his hand, stroking slowly and grazing his thumb over the head with each up stroke.

Gu Mang’s legs fell apart as his breath stuttered on a moan. Mo Xi moved his hand to Gu Mang's entrance, drizzling some lube on his fingers before slowly working his index finger in. Gu Mang’s breath punched out of him, his hands flying to grab the sheets by his head.

"Relax," Mo Xi coaxed, easing his finger in and out of Gu Mang. “You’re already so tight.”

Gu Mang moaned loudly at that.

“Who taught you how to talk like that?” Gu Mang asked, his voice high and breathy.

“Like you said, I've been busy,” Mo Xi replied, slipping a second finger in and stealing any response from Gu Mang with a sharp thrust.

While Mo Xi may have been a virgin, he was still a man. He just didn’t tend to watch his porn while his best friend—who also happened to be very beautiful—sat next to him.

Mo Xi worked Gu Mang on his fingers until he could take three. Gu Mang had even started to twist his hips, pushing himself down on Mo Xi as he let out a chorus of moans.

“Mo Xi,” Gu Mang whined.

Mo Xi simply hummed in response, lazily pushing his fingers in and out of Gu Mang.

“Don’t be like that,” Gu Mang huffed. “Come on!”

“Be like what?” Mo Xi asked, punctuating his words with deep thrusts.

“Fuck!” Gu Mang gasped.

“If you want something, then you should ask for it,” Mo Xi said.

Gu Mang shot him a glare, but it was dampened by the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. That should not have made Mo Xi even more aroused, but he felt his dick twitch in interest regardless.

“Ple-ease. Fuck me,” Gu Mang whimpered, his breath catching on his plea.

Mo Xi was powerless to do anything but give Gu Mang exactly what he asked for. In quick succession, Mo Xi pulled his fingers from Gu Mang and yanked his pants off.

“I don’t have condoms,” Mo Xi said.

“I don't care. We're both virgins, it'll be fine,” Gu Mang replied, spreading his legs around Mo Xi's hips.

Mo Xi cursed under his breath before pouring some lube on his dick, his mind clear enough to ensure he used enough to keep Gu Mang from hurting more than necessary. Mo Xi lined himself up with great anticipation, taking in a sharp breath before slowly pushing the head of his cock past that tight ring of muscle.

Gu Mang jumped slightly, wrapping his arms around Mo Xi's neck as Mo Xi slowly eased himself in. Mo Xi felt sweat beading on his forehead as he worked to restrain himself from slamming into the tight heat wrapping around him. Gu Mang really was tight, and it took Mo Xi a moment just to keep himself from coming right then and there.

“Mo Xi," Gu Mang breathed. “Fuck me.”

It only took those words for Mo Xi's self restraint to shatter. Mo Xi gave an experimental thrust, and when Gu Mang only threw his head back and moaned in response, Mo Xi started a brutal pace. Mo Xi leaned down to kiss along the exposed line of Gu Mang’s neck. He bit and sucked, littering Gu Mang’s unblemished skin with darkening bruises.

Gu Mang was practically sobbing, moving his hips in tandem with Mo Xi's thrusts. He could practically feel Mo Xi in his throat, each thrust deep and the feeling of fullness driving Gu Mang closer and closer to that edge of pleasure. His Princess was working hard above him, each drive of Mo Xi's hips just barely grazing across a spot that sparked unparalleled pleasure within him.

“Ah, ah, Mo Xi, I’m close," Gu Mang moaned.

Mo Xi let out a groan of his own, biting down on Gu Mang's shoulder as he wrapped his hand around Gu Mang's cock. Gu Mang began babbling with the added stimulation, his release coming closer and closer with every stroke of Mo Xi's hand.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, Mo Xi, Princess, please. I’m so close. Don’t stop fucking me. Let me cum, please,” Gu Mang rambled, his hands clutching tight at Mo Xi's shoulders.

Mo Xi suddenly kissed Gu Mang, his tongue forcing its way past Gu Mang's lips and swallowing the filth that Gu Mang was trying to spout. Gu Mang went limp with the kiss, letting himself be fully devoured by Mo Xi.

With a few more deep thrusts, Gu Mang tensed once again as his vision went white. He arched his back as he spilled over Mo Xi's hand, his body convulsing as his orgasm overtook him.

“Fuck," Mo Xi growled.

That was all the warning Gu Mang got before he felt something warm filling him. Gu Mang shivered in pleasure as he realized that Mo Xi had come inside him.

The two of them laid in those same positions, their heavy breathing harsh against the now quiet of the room. Gu Mang was pliant with satisfaction, gently running his finger tips along Mo Xi’s spine.

“Let me clean you up," Mo Xi said at last.

"Such a gentleman,” Gu Mang teased, but his smile was warm as Mo Xi stood.

Mo Xi gently pushed Gu Mang’s hair from his face, dropping a kiss on his forehead before he padded into the bathroom.

Gu Mang wasn’t sure why he had felt so strongly that he needed to take Mo Xi's virginity, or what this warm, tender feeling blooming in his chest was. He hadn’t known he was into guys, but he had clearly just begged Mo Xi to take him. Gu Mang should have been unsettled by all of this, but he couldn't help but start to plot how he was going to worm his way back into Mo Xi’s bed again.

Chapter 2

Gu Mang paced his room restlessly, his thoughts spinning even as his body ached for him to sit. His thighs were sore and his hips throbbed with every step, but Gu Mang tapped his chin in thought regardless. Mo Xi had been the perfect gentleman after he had thoroughly ruined Gu Mang. He had cleaned Gu Mang up, made them dinner and tucked him into bed. He’d even made breakfast the next morning and tried to drive Gu Mang home, but Gu Mang insisted that he’d be fine taking the train.

By all means, it had been a spectacular experience. Gu Mang should be happy that he’d managed to loose his virginity, and to such a beauty at that. But, Gu Mang was also a little selfish. Now that he’d had a taste of Mo Xi, he couldn’t help but want more. So, here he was, scheming a way to crawl right back into Mo Xi’s bed and extend whatever their arrangement had been. As he pondered exactly how he was going to accomplish his lofty goal, an idea struck him and he nearly tripped over himself in his haste to throw open his laptop.

Gu Mang typed furiously, his eyes greedily taking in every bit of information he could dig up. Once he found a suitable article, he happily sent it to Mo Xi.

Mo Xi

???

Gu Mang

Don’t you want to try it?!

Gu Mang watched impatiently as the icon that signaled Mo Xi was typing flashed on and off. Gu Mang tapped his fingers idly before sighing and typing out another response.

Gu Mang

Come on! It will be good for us to explore different things. I really want to try it!

Gu Mang knew the excuse was flimsy, but he also knew that all it took to get his way with Mo Xi was a little begging and whining on his part.

Mo Xi

Fine. Next Saturday?

Gu Mang jumped in triumph, cheering loudly as he confirmed with Mo Xi. He was so overcome with excitement at what he had talked his austere Princess into that he had completely forgotten that he happened to live with an entirely other person.

“What in the hell are you yelling about?” Lu Zhanxing griped as he flung open Gu Mang’s door.

Lu Zhanxing had clearly stumbled out of bed, his hair sticking straight up at odd angles, and his eyes held the unmistakeable bleariness of someone who was just a bit hungover.

“Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty,” Gu Mang teased, dancing over to ruffle Lu Zhanxing’s hair.

Lu Zhanxing’s eyes narrowed as Gu Mang approached, and he caught Gu Mang’s hand before it could touch his head.

“Did you get mauled by a fucking bear last night?” Lu Zhanxing asked, his eyes staring fixedly at Gu Mang’s neck.

Gu Mang made a face before leaning back to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror that hung next to his door. His neck was covered in purpling bruises and there was one particularly clear bite mark in the crook of his neck, half hidden by the loose t-shirt Mo Xi had leant him before he’d left that morning. Gu Mang stamped down on the heat flooding through him at the thought of how he’d gotten those marks, and instead turned to regard Lu Zhanxing sheepishly.

“It was actually a lion,” Gu Mang remarked.

Lu Zhanxing shoved Gu Mang back playfully.

“Hey! I’m delicate right now!” Gu Mang protested.

“You have never been delicate in your life,” Lu Zhanxing sneered. “Anyway, were you ever going to tell me.”

“Well it just happened, so I hadn’t really had the chance,” Gu Mang said.

“Not about the sex, you idiot. You know I don’t care if you like guys. I’m still your brother, I wouldn’t hold something like that against you.”

Gu Mang sighed heavily, dropping onto his bed.

“Who said I was sleeping with a man?” he replied blithely.

Lu Zhanxing snorted and sat next to Gu Mang.

“That’s not the work of any women we know, and I know you didn’t go hook up with someone random,” Lu Zhanxing reasoned.

Gu Mang rolled his eyes, but he’d never been able to keep anything for Lu Zhanxing for long. They knew each other too well.

“I guess I must like guys if I’m willing to sleep with one,” Gu Mang mused.

“Ah, I see. You were just being an idiot and not afraid that I’d hate you,” Lu Zhanxing replied, seeming to have discovered some great truth.

“Stop calling me an idiot! I’ve achieved a major milestone in my life and I’m having a crisis over my sexuality,” Gu Mang complained.

Lu Zhanxing rolled his eyes, but his smile was still fond.

“So, who is the lucky bastrard? When can I meet him?” Lu Zhanxing asked.

“It’s not like that. It’s just sex,” Gu Mang replied.

Lu Zhanxing looked at Gu Mang with his eyebrows raised, clearly disbelieving of every word coming out of Gu Mang’s mouth.

“You? Casually hooking up with someone? Come on, I might be stupid but I wasn’t born yesterday,” Lu Zhanxing stated. “You’re telling me you—Gu Mang, the virgin of thirty years—gave his first time to someone he’s ‘just having sex with’?”

Well, when Lu Zhanxing put it like that, it really did sound like Gu Mang harbored more than just lust for Mo Xi. But Gu Mang knew that even if he did love Mo Xi romantically, there was no way Mo Xi would ever look at Gu Mang as anything other than someone to have a good time with. Hell, the man had people throwing themselves at his feet, there’s no way he’d settle for someone like Gu Mang.

“You know what, just come find me when you inevitably have the realization that you like this person and you’ve been a terrible idiot about him,” Lu Zhanxing said in response to the silence from Gu Mang.

“Hey! Don’t assume shit about me!” Gu Mang protested, before proceeding to launch himself at Lu Zhanxing.

The two wrestled like they were five again, and it greatly distracted Gu Mang from thinking any further about Mo Xi. They were just two best friends exploring something completely natural together, there didn’t need to be anything more to it. He didn’t need to think on how kind Mo Xi was, or how his heart softened every time Mo Xi sat with him for lunch. All he needed to think about was next Saturday.

…

“I like the new outfit,” Mo Xi said as he slid into the cafeteria booth across from Gu Mang.

Gu Mang had to steal some of Lu Zhanxing’s turtle necks so he’d be presentable at work.

“Well, I got attacked by a very ferocious lion this past weekend,” Gu Mang explained.

Mo Xi raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“A lion, huh?” he replied.

Gu Mang nodded seriously.

“You better watch out, or you might fall victim too,” Gu Mang said as he leaned in conspiratorially.

Mo Xi huffed out the smallest of laughs, and Gu Mang practically preened at getting a chance to crack the icy facade Mo Xi usually wore at work.

They fell into easy conversation, and Gu Mang relaxed as he realized nothing had to change between him and Mo Xi. They could fuck and be just the same as they always were. The thought put Gu Mang in a good mood, and he hummed under his breath the rest of the day. Lu Zhanxing had simply raised an eyebrow at him later that day, but said nothing regardless.

On the other hand, Mo Xi was fighting for his life. It took everything in his power to keep things relatively normal between himself and Gu Mang. He had to keep himself in check, lest he do something stupid like grab Gu Mang’s hand while they ate lunch together or duck in to give him a kiss as they parted ways for the day. And those thoughts were the least of his worries. When he was left with his thoughts for too long, he would find his mind wandering to Gu Mang’s suggestion, to what he was going to do to Gu Mang on Saturday. Mo Xi had never jerked off so much in his entire life.

Mo Xi had also spent the week preparing. He knew Gu Mang probably only did cursory research, so Mo Xi made sure he was thoroughly educated. He even went as far as to buy all of the materials they needed, not willing to trust the items he had laying around to be safe enough. He had practiced, nearly every day, and was confident in his ability to execute this idea for Gu Mang.

Despite his thorough preparation, he still found himself nervously sitting at his desk on Saturday. He tried his best to focus on work while he waited for Gu Mang, but all he accomplished was staring at his screen blankly. He was pulled out of his spiral by a knock on the door, and he all but tripped over himself as he rushed to the door.

“Princess!” Gu Mang exclaimed, bursting through the door the moment Mo Xi opened it.

He was wearing a loose t-shirt, and it was the first time Mo Xi was able to see the hickeys he had left last time. They were faded, a muted yellow instead of violent purple, but Mo Xi still found himself fascinated by them. He felt his fingers twitch, his skin crawling with a simmering heat as Gu Mang sauntered through his apartment. He looked so natural in his space, and Mo Xi ached as he thought about how much life Gu Mang would bring to his isolated apartment.

“You here with me, Princess?” Gu Mang asked, waving his hand in front of Mo Xi’s face.

Mo Xi came back to himself, waving away Gu Mang’s hand.

“Are you still sure you want to do this?” Gu Mang asked, rocking back and forth on his toes.

“Yes,” Mo Xi said firmly.

Mo Xi was a man of action, so he grabbed Gu Mang by the wrist and decisively led him back to his bedroom. Mo Xi had laid out all of the new items he bought on the bed, and Gu Mang’s eyes went wide.

“Mo Xi,” he breathed, trailing his fingers along a black piece of rope.

Mo Xi felt his face turn red, but he couldn’t look away from Gu Mang as he surveyed the ropes, vibrators, dildos and single length of silk cloth he had carefully laid on the bed.

“I see someone did their research!” Gu Mang exclaimed in delight.

Mo Xi couldn’t possibly reply, so he just stood there as his face gradually reached a shade of red akin to a tomato. Gu Mang whirled around, a wide grin on his face and his dark eyes alight with mischief.

“You spoil me,” Gu Mang purred, wrapping his arms around Mo Xi’s neck.

Mo Xi’s hand instinctively fell to Gu Mang’s waist, pulling him tighter to himself as he ducked his head. Gu Mang eagerly leaned up, and it didn’t take long for their kisses to turn fierce and sloppy. Gu Mang was clinging to Mo Xi, his body pressed along every inch of Mo Xi’s firm muscles. Mo Xi gripped his hips tightly, pulling them flush with his thigh. Gu Mang let out a gasp, momentarily grinding on Mo Xi’s leg before stopping himself.

“Clothes. Off. Now,” Gu Mang demanded.

He peeled himself away from Mo Xi to take his own clothes off, and he was pleased to find Mo Xi also naked when he was done. Mo Xi’s gaze was dark as his eyes moved over Gu Mang’s body. Gu Mang preened under the attention, happy to have Mo Xi’s eyes focused to intently on him.

“Come here,” Mo Xi rasped, and Gu Mang could only oblige.

Mo Xi turned him to face a floor length mirror, and Gu Mang blushed as he took in his own debauched appearance. His face was flushed, his hair mused and his lips spit slick and swollen. His cock was already starting to get hard, and Gu Mang had to look away from himself.

Mo Xi was moving behind him, and Gu Mang relaxed as Mo Xi placed soft, tender kisses along the line of his shoulder. Mo Xi pulled away before placing the rope around his neck. It was surprisingly soft, and Gu Mang found his eyes drawn back to his reflection in the mirror. He watched as Mo Xi nimbly worked knots across his torso, the rope forming a constellation across his skin. Gu Mang’s head was already swimming, the anticipation with each slide of the rope against his skin spiking his arousal.

When Mo Xi finished the final knot, he raised his head to watch Gu Mang in the mirror. Gu Mang met those dark eyes, feeling bare and on display and so fucking hot.

“You look so beautiful,” Mo Xi whispered into Gu Mang’s ear.

Gu Mang suppressed a moan, Mo Xi’s breath leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. Mo Xi gently nipped at the shell of Gu Mang’s ear, and Gu Mang couldn’t stop the whimper that pressed past his lips.

Mo Xi gently guided Gu Mang back to the bed, laying him down in the middle of all the sex toys he had laid out. Gu Mang gazed up at him, watching intently as Mo Xi picked up another length of rope and began wrapping it around his thigh and shin, so that his leg was pressed tightly together. Mo Xi repeated the process on the other leg, effectively restraining Gu Mang’s legs and spreading him open for Mo Xi.

“Is it too tight?” Mo Xi murmured, slipping his fingers in between the length of rope.

“Feels good,” Gu Mang replied.

Mo Xi gave an experimental tug on the ropes, and Gu Mang was surprised by the way it sent electricity racing up his spine.

Mo Xi grabbed the length of silk, pushing Gu Mang’s hair away from his face.

“Close your eyes,” he said, before he placed the silk over Gu Mang’s eyes and secured it with a knot.

Gu Mang was plunged into darkness. He was no longer able to focus on Mo Xi methodically tying him up, and he was left to focus on his arousal alone. Gu Mang squirmed, but Mo Xi caught his wrists and brought them up above his head. He felt rope wrap around his wrists before Mo Xi pulled away. Gu Mang yanked on the rope, and found that his hands couldn’t move from their position above his head. Mo Xi must have tied his hands to the bed frame.

Gu Mang was completely immobilized, and he found that the idea only served to turn him on more. He was completely at the mercy of Mo Xi, and he found the idea exhilarating.

“Ah, Princess, Mo Xi, please touch me,” Gu Mang pleaded.

Mo Xi leaned down and sealed Gu Mang’s lips in a bruising kiss. He easily dominated Gu Mang in the kiss, his tongue pressing insistently into Gu Mang’s mouth. Gu Mang felt devoured, enveloped in Mo Xi, and he loved it.

“I’ll touch you when I feel like it,” Mo Xi replied as he pulled away from the kiss, his voice slightly hoarse.

Gu Mang could only moan in response. He was really enjoying Mo Xi’s dominant streak.

Gu Mang shuddered as he suddenly felt Mo Xi grip his cock, moving his hand torturously slow. Gu Mang was already a mess, whimpering and whining as precum leaked from his tip.

“Ah, Mo Xi, please, please,” Gu Mang babbled, hoping that his mindless please would get him just a little more friction.

Instead, Mo Xi pulled his hand away and Gu Mang groaned in frustration. His dissatisfaction was short lived, as he felt something warm and wet slide along the length of his cock. Gu Mang cried out, realizing quickly that Mo Xi must have his mouth on his cock.

“God, Princess, I bet you look so good sucking me off. I wish I could see you, you’d be so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” Gu Mang said, panting at the thought of grabbing Mo Xi’s hair as he took him into his mouth.

Mo Xi fully enveloped Gu Mang with that, and Gu Mang moaned loudly as he strained against the ropes. Mo Xi settled into an easy pace, holding Gu Mang’s hips down brutally as he bobbed his head. Gu Mang could already feel tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, the pleasure overcoming him in hot waves. He felt it building, the crest of the wave within his grasp.

“Mo Xi, I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop. Please let me come,” Gu Mang begged.

Mo Xi picked up his pace, and Gu Mang sobbed as his orgasm crashed over him. He felt himself pulling against the ropes, the bite against his skin only heightening his pleasure.

Mo Xi pulled off him with slick pop. Gu Mang felt Mo Xi’s fingers at his lips, and he sucked on them eagerly. The bitter taste of his own cum hit his tongue, and Gu Mang could only moan at the fact that his uptight Princess was doing something so lascivious as feeding him his own cum. 

“Mo Xi,” Gu Mang panted. “Will you fuck me, please?”

Mo Xi only let out a chuckle before Gu Mang heard the pop of a cap opening. Shortly after, he felt Mo Xi’s slick fingers circling his entrance. Gu Mang opened his legs wider, his whining already starting up again as his cock began to fill again.

Mo Xi eased a finger into him, and Gu Mang sighed as Mo Xi began to stretch him. By the time Mo Xi had worked three fingers into him, Gu Mang was painfully hard again. Mo Xi seemed to be searching for something, each thrust of his fingers in a different direction.

Suddenly, Gu Mang let out a low moan as pleasure sparked up his spine. He felt Mo Xi let out a huff against his thigh before Mo Xi targeted that spot with ruthless precision. Gu Mang realized that Mo Xi really had done thorough research, and now he had managed to reduce Gu Mang to sobbing mess.

“Mo Xi, please, I’ll cum if you keep doing that,” Gu Mang moaned.

“That’s kind of the idea,” Mo Xi replied, gripping Gu Mang’s cock in a firm grip.

Gu Mang’s back arched as Mo Xi worked him, his second orgasm ripping through his body. As Gu Mang came down, he felt Mo Xi brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Are you okay?” Mo Xi murmured.

“Yes, ah, please keep going. Please, I need you inside me,” Gu Mang whined, his blindfold wet with tears.

He felt Mo Xi grip his bound legs, before he slowly pressed into Gu Mang in one methodical movement. Gu Mang moaned, the feeling of being filled by Mo Xi causing him to arch his back.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” Mo Xi groaned.

Gu Mang clenched around him, a smile on his lips. His smile quickly dissolved when Mo Xi started a brutal pace, aiming for his prostrate with relentless accuracy. Gu Mang could only whimper as Mo Xi drove into him. Mo Xi grabbed the ropes around his torso, forcing Gu Mang even deeper on his cock.

“Ah, ah, ah, Mo Xi, please!”

Gu Mang didn’t even know what he was pleading for, but he repeated the word “please” like a mantra. Mo Xi gripped Gu Mang’s cock, causing him to practically scream as Mo Xi drove deeply into him. He came for a third time, a pitiful stream of cum dribbling from his tip.

Mo Xi let out a soft moan of his own, and Gu Mang felt the warmth of his cum filling him up. Gu Mang shivered at the feeling, secretly enjoying having Mo Xi mark him in such an intimate way.

After a moment where they both just seemed to breathe together, Mo Xi gingerly pulled out of Gu Mang and began untying the ropes. He carefully released Gu Mang, pressing soft kisses to the spots where the ropes had rubbed against his skin. Gu Mang felt sensitive and wrung out, and he shivered as Mo Xi showered such gentle kisses on his raw skin.

Finally, Mo Xi gently removed the blindfold, and Gu Mang blinked against the light of the bedroom. Mo Xi moved to get up, but Gu Mang grabbed his arm and pulled him back into bed before snuggling into Mo Xi’s chest.

“I need to clean you up,” Mo Xi whispered, his hands carding through Gu Mang’s hair.

“Later. Just lay with me for right now,” Gu Mang mumbled.

Mo Xi didn’t reply, but he pulled Gu Mang close to his chest and began to gently run his fingers along his spine. Gu Mang sighed, finding that he didn’t mind laying with Mo Xi like this. He could get used to the gentle affection Mo Xi bestowed upon him in these moments when it was just them, when they didn’t have any pretenses and simply existed with each other.

Notes:

I once again have no excuse. enjoy.

Notes:

Welp, my only excuse for this is that I just needed these guys to be able to fall in love without all the nonsense meatbun puts them through