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“Are you alone?”
On a technicality, he's not. But the woman is already sitting beside Suo Wei, coyly crossing her legs, resting her heels against the bottom rung of his stool. She's pretty, with a long, slender face, and her smile is bright and polite. There's an air of confidence around her, as if she knows all too well how to navigate the hellscape most bars turn into towards the end of the night.
She'll do for what he has planned. Suo Wei sits up, turning until his knees are pointed towards her, conveying his interest. Her smile widens, and she shifts forward until she can lay a hand over one of his knees. His skin prickles at her touch beneath his jeans, but he plasters an even smile on his face and edges closer, just until their legs barely brush together.
"I guess," he finally answers, and she tosses some of her dark hair over one shoulder.
“Then, do you mind if I keep you company?” She's moving in again. Her perfume is soft and powdery, maybe a little floral.
Suo Wei's nose twitches as the scent buffets him from all sides.
“Sure,” he says, tipping his head towards the bar. “Can I get you a drink?”
She orders something sweet and fruity, resting her chin delicately on one hand as she watches him. Her name is Dai Lu, and she works in finance. They chat idly for a while, but all too soon, Suo Wei finds himself fidgeting in his seat. His eyes drift away, towards the dark, shadowy corners of the club. He can just barely make out the small, blinking red light of a camera.
He stares at it, cocking his head to the side as he grins. He’s waited long enough.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” he asks Dai Lu.
She blinks owlishly at him before she nods, sliding off her seat, her heels clacking against the floor. Suo Wei holds his hand out to her and leads her down the hallway towards the private rooms.
It’s far quieter back here, the music dulled to a pulsing throb that vibrates the floor. Suo Wei pastes himself to the wall, peering around the corner. The hallway is empty and dimly lit, fragranced by the residual notes of incense and Dai Lu’s perfume.
“I thought you had to reserve these rooms,” Dai Lu says behind him, still clutching onto his hand.
Suo Wei shrugs.
“No one will care,” he insists, even as Dai Lu glances doubtfully at him. “This way.”
He’s already staked out the place. There’s a room that hasn’t been booked for tonight, and he makes a beeline for it. It had been ridiculously easy to snag the key for it from up front. This place could do with better security, but Suo Wei won’t tell anyone that. He's not in the business of ruining his own fun.
Dai Lu’s heels tip-tap against the tiles as she follows him down the hall. She pushes up against his back when he pauses in front of the door, watching intently as he fits the key into the lock and twists. The handle gives when he presses down on it.
Bingo.
The room is lit by multicolored, moving lights, casting everything in an array of neons. A karaoke machine sits idly at the back wall, framed on either side by a plush black sectional. The low table is already stocked with crystal glasses and a metal ice bucket, and Suo Wei ignores the handheld buzzer sitting next to it. He won't need to call for an attendant, not for what he has up his sleeve.
Instead, he turns to find the camera he knows is hooked up onto the back wall, smirking at the lens.
“This is so nice,” Dai Lu says, running her hands over the seat, fingertips dangerously close to brushing Suo Wei’s thigh.
“Isn’t it?” he murmurs absently, distracted by the camera. He leans in so they’re in direct view of it.
If things go how he anticipates they will, he has a small window of opportunity to work with. Dai Lu teasingly ghosts her fingers over his thigh, her touch so light that it’s easy to ignore. Suo Wei bristles but doesn’t knock her hand away like he wants to.
Just a little more…
He ups the stakes, pushing closer to her. He knows that if he angles himself just right, their faces will be hidden from the camera’s view. Dai Lu doesn’t seem to mind the sudden proximity, giggling quietly and daring to rest her hand on his leg properly. Her warm, strawberry-scented breath fans over his cheek. Over her shoulder, Suo Wei makes eye contact with the camera again.
He doesn’t kiss her shoulder, bare from cut of her dress, but he lets his lips hover just over it, knowing exactly what it’ll look like.
Come on.
Dai Lu’s fingers start to slip between his thighs, stroking over the inseam of his jeans. Her breaths quicken, rabbit-quick with excitement, mirroring the pounding of Suo Wei’s heart. She doesn’t know that the anticipation coiling in his stomach, or the heat licking up his spine, have nothing to do with her.
Bang! Bang!
Dai Lu jumps, glancing towards the door. Suo Wei slides away from her, but it’s not like the distance will make a difference. The damage is already done.
The door bangs against the wall without a single word from either of them, exactly as Suo Wei expects. Chi Cheng's body easily fills the gaping maw of the wide-open doorway. He leans one shoulder against the frame, crossing his arms over his chest as he silently assesses them both.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
“Oh,” Dai Lu breathes out, eyes wide as they dart between Chi Cheng and Suo Wei. She licks over her lips and presses her shaking hands down onto her lap, tugging nervously at the hem of her dress.
“What does it look like?” Suo Wei says, before she can so much as open her mouth again. He can feel her panicked gaze searing into the side of his face, but it’s overwhelmed by how Chi Cheng looks sharply at him. “Didn’t you see?”
He points up, towards the camera. Chi Cheng follows his finger before he scoffs. When he speaks next, it's only to Dai Lu.
“Leave.”
Dai Lu makes a soft, surprised noise in the back of her throat.
“W-What are you—”
Impatient, Chi Cheng stalks forward at her stammering.
“Get. Out.” He stresses, eyes narrowed dangerously.
Dai Lu looks between them again with a wrinkle between her brows. She huffs, snatching her purse off the couch and pushing past Chi Cheng. Suo Wei listens to the angry tapping of her footsteps until the door slams shut behind her.
The moving lights land on Chi Cheng’s face like a spotlight, turning his nose and cheek a bright green. Easily, he steps up to the couch, the toes of his boots knocking solidly against Suo Wei’s sneakers.
“Did you get your fill?” he asks simply.
Clenching his fists around the edge of the cushion, Suo Wei tips his chin defiantly. His heart’s racing impossibly faster, blood scorching hot as it courses through his veins. His entire body feels like it’s vibrating.
“Of what?” Suo Wei plays up his innocence. He knows what it will get him.
Chi Cheng seizes his chin between his fingers, pulling his head down until their eyes lock. His expression is unreadable, most of his face covered by shadows at this angle. Suo Wei swallows, wondering if he can feel it against his fingertips.
“Attention,” Chi Cheng spits out, thumb pressing hard against his jawbone.
Squaring his shoulders, Suo Wei sits up straight. He brushes off Chi Cheng’s hand and aims at nonchalance as he throws an arm up along the back of the couch.
“Maybe,” he offers, purposefully vague.
Chi Cheng is almost too easy to rile up. His nostrils flare as he stares down at Suo Wei, jaw clenched, a muscle ticking underneath his skin. There’s a clack of noise from outside, like something falling to the ground, but he doesn’t turn towards it.
He plants his hands onto the spine of the couch, leaning over Suo Wei.
“Get up,” he mutters into the scant space between their mouths.
Maybe he should fight more, push back against Chi Cheng in the pitiful way that always seems to do it for him. He revels in it, getting Chi Cheng right up to the edge, until he has no choice but to tip over. The results are always worth the intricate work it takes to catch a man like him off guard.
But Suo Wei’s already satisfied with his work. Perhaps preemptively, but he can’t find it in himself to care. He drops down onto his knees, feeling the sting of impact, enough for him to wince. Chi Cheng is quick to gather a handful of his hair and pull him right up to the front of his pants.
There’s usually more of a lead up, with the way Suo Wei likes to drag moments like this out. But Chi Cheng’s glowering down at him, and he doesn’t feel all that confident that disobedience will yield him any rewards.
His mind buzzes like television static as he curls his fingers into Chi Cheng’s waistband. He feels the tightening of Chi Cheng’s fist against his scalp, knuckles buried deep into his hair. A not-so-gentle tug reminds him of his place.
“You wanted this,” Chi Cheng accuses, just as the sound of his zipper being undone tears through the room.
“You didn’t?” Suo Wei snaps back, grunting as Chi Cheng pulls at his hair again. The pain ripples across the top of his head and snakes down his spine deliciously. “You were watching us.”
Chi Cheng doesn’t verbally respond, nudging his hips until his clothed cock pushes insistently against Suo Wei’s lips.
“You weren’t touching her,” Chi Cheng answers, only when Suo Wei mouths over him, wetting the front of his briefs with his saliva until the fabric clings stubbornly to him.
“You came anyway,” he replies, muffled by the very tip of Chi Cheng’s dick.
He can just barely taste the salt of his precum. Greedily, he laves over it again, feeling the blunt head against the center of his tongue. Chi Cheng’s breathing heavier, louder, and it drowns out all the other noises around them until it’s the only thing Suo Wei can focus on.
“I didn’t have a choice,” Chi Cheng bites out then, and he’s rolling down the waistband of his underwear himself, holding his cock steady at the base as he traces the tip over the slick edges of Suo Wei’s mouth. “You were getting arrogant.”
“Arrogant?” Suo Wei repeats, and now there’s silky, bare skin against his lips, warm and slightly tacky. He blows out a breath against the head until it twitches, a little spurt of precum oozing out. “Did that bother you?”
Chi Cheng squints down at him, pushing himself inside the next time Suo Wei opens his mouth. His cock feels heavy on Suo Wei’s tongue, firm and solid, and he wavers as he tries to remember how to breathe around it.
“Everything about you bothers me,” Chi Cheng grouses, though the hand in Suo Wei’s hair relaxes. His fingers spasm against his scalp, his free hand hovering in the air like he can’t decide what to do with it.
Suo Wei tries to speak, to say something like good, I hope it does, but everything comes out garbled. The teeth of Chi Cheng’s zipper scrape the underside of his chin, and he resettles onto his haunches to get into a better angle that doesn’t strain his neck as much.
Chi Cheng stills, tracing his thumb over the stretched edge of Suo Wei’s lips, tugging the skin back until he has it jammed alongside his cock, the tip of his nail digging into the fleshy inner side of Suo Wei’s cheek. He feels his lashes flutter, eyes threatening to close, but he forces them open, eagerly seeking out Chi Cheng’s.
They’re as sharp and fierce as ever, but there’s something else to his gaze, something that makes Suo Wei shiver when he recognizes it. He latches hungrily onto it with both hands, that special way that Chi Cheng looks at him, a kind of secret shared only between the two of them.
Chi Cheng is the first to look away, eyes roving upwards before they settle on something behind them.
“Someone might be watching us,” he remarks idly, punctuating the words with a languid roll of his hips, pushing in, in, in until the head of his dick meets the back of Suo Wei’s throat. “Just like I was watching you.”
Suo Wei exhales harshly through his nose. His vision feels like it’s blurring, and he blinks rapidly, shuffling against the floor at the thought. The words tear through him, leaving burning trails in their wake, and he chokes wetly around Chi Cheng’s cock.
“Bet you like that,” he continues, uncaring of how Suo Wei scratches over the jut of his hip, nails digging into taut, warm skin that gives easily beneath his frantic fingers. “You're such a show off.”
He wants to protest, attempting to pull himself off of Chi Cheng just enough to do so, but then there’s a hand back in his hair and he feels the tip of his cock mashing against the give of his throat.
Suo Wei gags. His whole body convulses, and feels his lashes start to clump together with each desperate blink, but he’s straining the front of his jeans. He clamps his thighs shut, shuddering when Chi Cheng kicks them back open with a snarl.
His fingers go slack around his hips, and it’s only then that he’s offered a moment of respite. When Chi Cheng pulls out, he brings a mess of spit and precum with him. It lands in hot, sticky strands on Suo Wei’s chin.
There’s a coldness to how Chi Cheng looks down at him, as if he’s so insignificant, so undeserving of anything he’s given. It’s not true, that’s just the way Chi Cheng likes to act sometimes but—Suo Wei tucks his lip into his mouth and drops his shoulders.
“Da Bao,” Chi Cheng murmurs, gaze zeroing in on him, tapping his fingers on the underside of his chin. His mouth is already start to ache, a dull throb starting at the hinges of his jaw. “Look.”
He turns them around, until Suo Wei is facing the camera head-on. He stares unseeingly at the blinking light, shifting backwards until Chi Cheng clamps a hand around the back of his neck. Crouching down, he levels their faces, smiling wickedly.
“You can be good,” he says plainly, smile tugging wider at the corners of his mouth when Suo Wei nods shakily. “Will you show everyone how much?”
He doesn’t know if someone really is watching them. Besides Chi Cheng, there are only a handful of people who are allowed into the security room. For all he knows, Chi Cheng might’ve been the only person there tonight.
But the thought of it—of someone watching them, watching the way Chi Cheng takes what he wants, and how he makes Suo Wei take what he gives him, causes his cheeks to flush. He clenches his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms. The hint of pain is grounding.
“I will,” Suo Wei rasps, already feeling ragged, flinching when Chi Cheng pats his cheek mockingly. “I can do it.”
“You can,” Chi Cheng agrees, standing, taking up his previous position, pressing down on the bottom row of Suo Wei’s teeth until his mouth is dropped open for him. “You promise?”
He doesn’t get to answer, not when Chi Cheng thrusts brutally inside. His surprised yelp is muffled, overpowered by the wet smack of the cock dragging over his tongue. He folds his lip over his teeth belatedly, though not soon enough. He feels the edges scrape Chi Cheng’s cock, his hiss bleeding into the air. Still, he thrusts in again, harder somehow, petting down the back of Suo Wei’s head.
“This is mine,” he rumbles, snapping his hips back and forth, his voice just barely carrying over Suo Wei’s muffled cries and the slick sound of his cock plunging in and out of his lax mouth. “All of this is mine.”
Suo Wei tries to nod, but there’s a hand braced on the side of his jaw, pushing down. He’s being crushed on all sides, surrounded by nothing but Chi Cheng, and his eyes roll back at the thought of it. He snakes a hand down, palming over his own cock, rocking incessantly against the flat of his palm even as Chi Cheng scoffs at him.
“She’d never be able to give you this,” Chi Cheng declares proudly, smirking when Suo Wei weakly drums his fingers against his hip. “She’d never give you anything close to what I can, so why would you even bother with her?”
I didn’t, I wasn’t, don’t—
He doesn’t realize he’s trying to speak again, not until Chi Cheng roughly pulls his cock out. Suo Wei coughs, hunching his shoulders, grasping at his own throat. Everything burns, but he’s clenching his thighs around the hand stuffed between his own legs, wanting nothing more than the release only Chi Cheng can give him.
“You get what I mean, don’t you?” Chi Cheng asks, cool, cutting, as sharp as his intense gaze.
Suo Wei's wet, staccato breaths echo around them. He licks his lips, tasting Chi Cheng on every square centimeter of his tongue.
“Please.” Something breaks apart inside of him, just to get the word out.
“Tell me you understand.”
He knows what Chi Cheng means, especially when he fists his cock, pressing the tip against Suo Wei’s mouth. When he tries to rub his tongue over it, Chi Cheng huffs and pulls back. Dumbly, he listens to the loud shlick shlick of his hand over his dick, watching as his thumb circles the head, collecting the shiny precum clinging to it.
“I understand,” he tries, the words wrenched out from deep in his chest, eyes widening at how Chi Cheng works himself over faster, hand all but a blur over his cock.
He can’t stop himself from stuffing his hand into the front of his jeans, restricted by how his pants dig into his wrist. It won’t take much, though, Suo Wei can already tell. He arches up onto his knees, bringing himself closer to Chi Cheng, tasting his oncoming orgasm as clearly as he can feel his own.
“Mine,” he hears Chi Cheng grit out, just as the first pulse of cum lands on his cheek.
He can’t react to it, not when Chi Cheng strokes himself until there’s more and more, covering his mouth, his tongue, dripping down his chin. Humiliation blooms in his gut, the kind that makes him squirm and whine, red-faced and stiff-shouldered, but more than that, he feels a deep-seated sense of satisfaction.
He comes just like that, sticky globs of cum smeared over his hand and the inside of his jeans, like he’s getting himself off for the first time all over again, rushed and pathetic. Panting heavily, he feels Chi Cheng swipe his thumb over his cum-speckled cheek, turning his face towards the camera again.
“Mine,” he repeats, and Suo Wei sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth just as the recording light flickers off.