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"Call me hubby," Chi Cheng murmured against Wu Suowei's sweat-slicked throat, the command a low rumble vibrating through the younger man's already over-sensitized skin. His hand moved with a lazy, devastating rhythm on Wu Suowei’s cock — a relentless glide of calloused palm over straining, flushed flesh that was almost too much, yet nowhere near enough. Suowei was lost in a haze, a delirious fog bank rolling in after being pushed past the precipice of orgasm not once, not twice, but three times already.
Each climax had been wrung from him with ruthless efficiency, leaving him trembling and boneless on their rumpled sheets, only for Chi Cheng to start the torturous build-up all over again. Words were impossible; Suowei’s mouth opened on a silent gasp, his head thrashing weakly against the pillow as Chi Cheng’s teeth scraped a possessive path along his collarbone before sucking a fresh, dark bloom onto his neck.
Chi Cheng chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent another helpless shiver down Suowei’s spine. "Cat got your tongue, WeiWei?" he teased, his thumb — god, that thumb — chose that precise moment to press hard and deliberate against the slick, leaking slit at the tip of Suowei’s cock. It wasn't gentle; it was a sharp, focused pressure that bordered on painful, a spark of near-unbearable sensation that shot straight to Suowei’s gut and made his hips jerk off the mattress with a choked cry.
That was Chi Cheng when he had Suowei like this: a little mean, thoroughly in control, relishing every twitch and whimper he elicited. Suowei’s body was a traitorous instrument played solely by Chi Cheng’s demanding hands, responding violently even as his mind begged for mercy, for a second to breathe.
Leaning down, Chi Cheng captured Suowei’s parted lips in a deep, consuming kiss. It was less affection and more ownership, his tongue sliding against Suowei’s as his hand continued its ruthless pace. The combination — the claiming kiss, the sharp pressure on his tip, the rhythmic friction — shattered the last of Suowei’s resistance.
His orgasm crashed over him like a rogue wave, sudden and violent. It wasn't the full-body convulsion of earlier releases; this was smaller, tighter, spurting thin, pearly ropes weakly onto his own stomach and chest in pathetic little pulses, his spent cock twitching pitifully against Chi Cheng’s still-moving fist.
Chi Cheng broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch. A low laugh escaped him, rich with amusement and undisguised satisfaction. "Look at you," he drawled, his voice laced with mocking tenderness. "Spent yourself again already? Barely touched you proper." He released Suowei’s cock abruptly, letting it fall heavily against the sticky mess on Suowei’s belly.
The sudden lack of contact was its own kind of torment. Suowei whimpered, his body instinctively arching, seeking the friction that had just been ripped away, squirming in the cooling aftermath. Chi Cheng simply watched him for a moment, that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, before pushing himself fluidly off the bed.
Suowei’s hazy gaze followed him, blinking sluggishly. Where…? The question formed sluggishly in his overloaded brain. Exhaustion pulled at him like lead weights, but a thread of bewildered panic tightened in his chest. This wasn’t how the day was supposed to go. He had planned it meticulously: an ambitious hike up the sun-baked trails outside the city, followed by an early dinner at that new, notoriously spicy hotpot place Chi Cheng loved, maybe even catching a late movie.
A whole day designed to tire Chi Cheng out, to leave him pleasantly sated and ready for an early night — a night where Suowei might finally feel like he had some semblance of control. Instead, the moment the front door had clicked shut behind them mere hours ago, Chi Cheng had pinned him against the wall in the entryway with intent. Suowei’s carefully packed hiking gear was still discarded on the floor where Chi Cheng had torn it off him with impatient hands before practically carrying him to the bedroom. So much for exhausting the man.
Chi Cheng returned swiftly. The soft click of the bedside drawer closing registered faintly in Suowei’s awareness before his eyes focused on what Chi Cheng held. It wasn't subtle: a sleek, black silicone vibrator, thicker than two fingers and curved suggestively, its smooth surface gleaming under the low lamplight. A small remote dangled from Chi Cheng’s other hand. The sight cut through Suowei’s post-orgasmic fog like ice water.
A fresh wave of shivering anticipation washed over him, mixed with undeniable dread. Chi Cheng’s expression was pure, predatory intent. He ran his thumb over the toy’s broad tip, then slicked it liberally with the bottle of lube he’d also grabbed. The quiet snick of the cap opening was obscenely loud in the heavy silence.
"Oh no," Suowei breathed, the first coherent words he’d managed in what felt like hours. His voice was a ragged whisper.
"Oh yes," Chi Cheng corrected smoothly, his gaze locking onto Suowei’s wide eyes. He placed one knee firmly on the mattress between Suowei’s spread thighs. "Thought you were done?" He leaned forward, his free hand gripping Suowei’s hipbone hard enough to bruise, holding him immobile against the sheets still damp with his own release. "You made plans for me today." The cool, slippery tip of the vibrator pressed insistently against Suowei’s entrance — a shock after the heat of Chi Cheng’s hand. "Now," Chi Cheng murmured, his breath hot on Suowei’s ear as he applied steady, inexorable pressure, "it’s my turn to make plans for you."
The thick head began to breach him, stretching him open with deliberate slowness. Suowei cried out, back bowing, his exhausted body clenching fiercely around the intrusion even as Chi Cheng pushed deeper. The low hum of satisfaction that vibrated in Chi Cheng’s chest told Suowei exactly how long and how filthy this night was going to be. The toy sank deeper, filling him impossibly, and Chi Cheng hadn't even turned it on yet.
The thick silicone intruder sank deeper, stretching Wu Suowei open with an obscene, slick glide. Chi Cheng worked it slowly, relentlessly, his eyes locked on the flushed, straining rim being forced to accommodate the girth. A low, persistent vibration suddenly buzzed to life within the toy, humming directly against Suowei’s prostate. The younger man gasped, back arching off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as pure, electric sensation detonated deep inside him.
"Call me hubby," Chi Cheng demanded again, his voice rough against Suowei’s ear. He twisted the toy slightly, grinding the vibrating head mercilessly against that bundle of nerves. Suowei choked, shaking his head frantically against the pillow, sweat plastering dark strands to his temples. Defiance flickered in his hazy eyes, quickly drowned out by overwhelming pleasure.
Chi Cheng chuckled darkly. "Stubborn boy. That's alright. Got all night." He increased the vibration setting. The buzz became a punishing thrum that seemed to vibrate Suowei’s very bones. His cock, already spent and sensitive, gave a painful twitch against his belly. "Who does this belong to?" Chi Cheng asked, punctuating the question with a sharp upward thrust of the toy.
"Y-you!" Suowei gasped out, his hips stuttering helplessly. "Yours!"
"Who makes you feel like this?" Another grind, deeper, harder. The vibration climbed higher.
"You! Chi Cheng!" Suowei sobbed, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. The stimulation was too much, bordering on agony yet fused inextricably with ecstasy.
"And what do you call me?" Chi Cheng pressed, his breath hot and demanding. He leaned down, nipping at Suowei’s earlobe. The toy pulsed inside him.
Suowei writhed, trapped between the relentless internal assault and the command he couldn't bring himself to obey. His cock leaked a pathetic dribble of pre-cum onto the mess already cooling on his stomach. Chi Cheng watched him struggle, a predator savoring the fight before the kill. He kept the vibrator buried deep, humming against that sensitive spot, watching as Suowei’s thighs trembled violently, his knuckles white where they clutched the sheets.
The orgasm hit Suowei like a physical blow. It wasn't pleasure; it was a convulsive seizure of overstimulated nerves. His cock jerked, spilling nothing but thin fluid in weak spurts, while deep inside, his body clenched and spasmed violently around the invading toy. A raw, broken cry tore from his throat, tears spilling freely now, tracing hot paths down his temples. It was too much, too soon after everything else. His entire body felt flayed open and hypersensitive.
Chi Cheng didn’t stop immediately. He let Suowei ride out the brutal crest, the vibrator still pulsing until Suowei’s cries dissolved into shuddering whimpers. Only then did he slowly withdraw the slick toy, the sudden emptiness almost as shocking as its presence. Suowei sagged, utterly spent, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Chi Cheng leaned over him, his broad frame blocking the light, casting Suowei in shadow. His lips brushed the shell of Suowei’s ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper soaked in promise. "Call me hubby… and I’ll fuck you."
The words hit Suowei like a physical force. He felt impossibly empty, aching for filling, yet terrified of more. His exhausted body clenched involuntarily around nothing, a silent plea. Defiance was ash in his mouth. He needed it. He craved the stretch only Chi Cheng could give him. "Hubby," he breathed, the word ragged and raw, barely audible. "Please… hubby."
A low, primal moan rumbled from Chi Cheng’s chest above him, a sound of pure, possessive satisfaction. "Good boy." He didn’t hesitate. One hand pinned Suowei’s hip hard against the mattress, fingers digging in possessively. The other guided the thick, flushed head of his cock against Suowei’s slicked, stretched entrance.
Chi Cheng pushed in without preamble. There was no slow accommodation this time. He was big, impossibly thick after the toy, and Suowei’s oversensitive body instinctively recoiled. A hoarse cry ripped from his throat as he tried to twist away from the sudden, searing fullness.
"None of that," Chi Cheng growled, his voice laced with a cruel edge. His grip on Suowei’s hip tightened like a vice, nails biting into flesh as he hauled him back down onto his cock in one brutal thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt in that tight, clenching heat.
Suowei screamed. The stretch was agony and ecstasy fused together, tearing another wave of hot tears from his eyes. Chi Cheng didn’t pause. He pulled back almost completely, leaving only the thick head stretching him open, before slamming back in with punishing force. His rhythm was relentless from the start — deep, hard thrusts that drove the breath from Suowei’s lungs and jolted his entire body up the bed with each impact.
He fucked him like he owned him.
Because he did.
Chi Cheng watched Wu Suowei beneath him with dark, hungry eyes. Watched the tears stream down his face, the sweat glistening on his heaving chest, watched his own thick cock disappear again and again into that flushed, yielding entrance. The sight was obscenely erotic — the perfect pink furl stretched taut around his girth, glistening with lube and Suowei’s own slickness, taking every brutal inch he gave it.
He leaned down as he moved into him, his thrusts never faltering in their hard pace. His thumb brushed roughly across Suowei’s wet cheekbone, smearing tears. The tenderness in his voice is a stark contrast to the savage rhythm of his hips. "You’re doing so good, WeiWei. Taking me so deep. Taking your hubby’s cock so perfectly."
Suowei could only sob, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations — the rough possession tearing him apart, the unexpected gentleness wiping away tears born of overstimulation and sheer intensity. His body betrayed him utterly. Despite the ache, despite the tears, despite feeling utterly shattered, his traitorous cock twitched back to life against his belly, stiffening obscenely as Chi Cheng hammered into his prostate with unerring accuracy.
Another orgasm built — not from pleasure alone, but from sheer nerve-shattering overload. It crashed over him violently, ripping through him with brutal force. His cock pulsed wildly, spilling streaks of white across his heaving stomach and chest once more in weak spurts while deep inside he clenched and spasmed helplessly around Chi Cheng’s driving cock.
Chi Cheng hissed at the sudden tightness but didn’t slow. If anything, his thrusts became more powerful, more demanding, driving into Suowei’s convulsing channel as if trying to burrow deeper still. He watched Wu Suowei come apart beneath him — tears streaming, cum painting his stomach, body wracked by aftershocks — and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
"Look at you," Chi Cheng groaned, his voice thick with lust and awe. His pace remained punishingly hard. He leaned close again, his lips brushing Suowei’s ear as his hips snapped forward with bruising force. "Ask me," he commanded, his breath hot and ragged. "Ask your hubby to cum inside you."
Suowei was beyond thought, beyond resistance. He was a raw nerve ending pulsating with overstimulation and aching need. Chi Cheng’s cock filled him completely, owned him utterly. The words spilled out on a broken sob choked with tears and desperate longing. "Come inside me… please…" he whimpered, his voice cracking. "Hubby… please… fill me…"
The desperate plea was Chi Cheng’s undoing. A guttural groan tore from his throat — raw and primal. His rhythm fractured for a moment before he slammed home one last time, burying himself impossibly deep. He held himself there, hips grinding hard against Suowei’s ass as his cock pulsed violently inside him, flooding that tight heat with wave after wave of scalding release. He shuddered violently above him, muscles straining, head thrown back as he emptied himself completely into Suowei’s trembling body.
The wet heat spilling deep inside was an intensely intimate counterpoint to the brutal force of his possession just moments before. He stayed buried deep for long moments, breathing harshly, riding out the last tremors of his climax within Suowei’s exhausted embrace.
The harsh rasp of Chi Cheng’s breathing gradually eased, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sound of Wu Suowei’s exhausted, near-silent sobs. Chi Cheng remained buried deep within him for a long moment, the heat of his release a molten counterpoint to Suowei’s trembling exhaustion.
Slowly, carefully, he withdrew, the slide slick and intimate. Suowei whimpered at the loss, a hollow ache replacing the intense fullness, his body limp and utterly spent on the damp, tangled sheets.
Chi Cheng didn’t speak immediately. He moved with a surprising gentleness now, the predator sated, the possessiveness shifting into protective care. His large hands slid beneath Suowei’s sweat-slicked back and trembling knees, lifting him effortlessly from the wreckage of the bed. Suowei offered no resistance, his head lolling against Chi Cheng’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, tear tracks drying on his flushed cheeks.
The bathroom was warm, steam already curling from the large, sunken tub Chi Cheng had begun filling before carrying him in. Soft, golden light glowed from sconces, casting gentle shadows. The scent of lavender and chamomile bath oil filled the humid air, a soothing balm after the earlier intensity of sweat and sex.
Chi Cheng lowered Suowei carefully into the steaming water, supporting his weight until he was settled, the heat instantly enveloping his aching muscles. A soft sigh escaped Suowei’s lips as the warmth seeped into his bones, easing the tremors that had wracked him. He sank lower, the water lapping at his chest, closing his eyes as the comforting heat began to work its magic on his overstimulated nerves.
Chi Cheng knelt beside the tub. He dipped a large, soft sponge into the fragrant water, wringing it out before bringing it to Suowei’s skin. He started with Suowei’s face, wiping away the remnants of tears, sweat, and the sticky trails of his own releases with infinite care before giving him a kiss. The sponge moved in slow, gentle circles, over his forehead, down his temples, along the sharp line of his jaw where Chi Cheng’s teeth had left faint marks, and finally over his parted lips.
"Easy now," Chi Cheng murmured, his voice a low rumble, stripped of its earlier demanding edge, thick with a drowsy tenderness. "Just relax. Let me take care of you." His thumb brushed lightly over the delicate skin beneath Suowei’s eye.
Suowei hummed softly in response, a sound of pure surrender to the care. He leaned his head back against the cool porcelain rim, letting Chi Cheng minister to him. The sponge moved down his neck, over the constellation of possessive bruises Chi Cheng had sucked into his skin earlier, then across his shoulders, washing away the tension knotting his muscles.
Chi Cheng’s touch was deliberate, reverent even, as he cleaned Suowei’s chest and stomach, carefully wiping away the evidence of his repeated surrenders. He paid special attention to Suowei’s spent cock, the touch so light it was barely there, just cleansing without any expectation of further arousal.
He lifted Suowei’s arm, supporting it as he washed the length of it, his fingers tracing the delicate bones of Suowei’s wrist. Then the other arm. Each movement was slow, methodical, a silent ritual of care. He dipped the sponge again and guided Suowei to lean forward slightly so he could wash his back, his large hand splayed warmly between Suowei’s shoulder blades for support. The water sluiced away the sweat and the faint stickiness, leaving clean, flushed skin.
Chi Cheng’s hand slid lower, beneath the water, smoothing the sponge over Suowei’s hips, his thighs, and finally, with the utmost care, between his legs. He cleansed the tender flesh there gently, his touch acknowledging the rough use it had endured without causing any further discomfort. Suowei sighed again, a deep, contented sound this time, his body melting further into the water’s embrace and Chi Cheng’s attentive hands.
Once Suowei was clean, Chi Cheng set the sponge aside. He cupped warm water in his hands and poured it slowly over Suowei’s hair, careful to avoid his eyes. He massaged a dollop of mild shampoo into the dark strands, his fingertips working in soothing circles on Suowei’s scalp. Suowei’s eyes drifted fully shut, a soft moan of pure relief escaping him as the tension bled away under Chi Cheng’s skilled fingers. Rinsing was just as gentle, the water cascading like a warm rain.
Silence settled comfortably between them, broken only by the soft lapping of water and their breathing. Chi Cheng reached for a large, fluffy towel, warming it briefly under the tap’s hot water. When the water in the tub began to cool, Chi Cheng stood. "Alright, up we go," he said softly, his voice a gentle command.
He lifted Suowei effortlessly from the water, wrapping him immediately in the warmed towel, cocooning him in softness and warmth. Suowei leaned heavily against him, his legs still feeling unsteady. Chi Cheng carried him back to the bedroom, which he’d swiftly tidied — fresh sheets smelling faintly of clean linen replaced the damp, rumpled ones.
He sat Suowei on the edge of the bed, keeping him bundled in the towel while he efficiently dried him. He rubbed a soothing, unscented lotion into Suowei’s skin, his hands warm and sure, massaging the lavender-infused cream into shoulders, arms, and down his back, easing any lingering stiffness. He dressed Suowei in soft, clean sleep pants and a loose t-shirt — Chi Cheng’s own, swallowing Suowei’s smaller frame.
Finally, Chi Cheng pulled back the fresh sheets. He guided Suowei down, tucking the covers around him with a tenderness that felt almost jarring after the earlier intensity. He brushed a stray, damp strand of hair from Suowei’s forehead, his thumb lingering on his temple.
"Better?" Chi Cheng asked, his voice barely above a whisper now, thick with an emotion deeper than satisfaction.
Suowei nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded, already drifting towards sleep. "Mmm," he managed, the sound muffled by the pillow. He turned his face slightly, nuzzling unconsciously against the hand Chi Cheng still rested near his cheek. The defiance, the struggle, the overstimulation — all were washed away, leaving only bone-deep exhaustion and a profound sense of safety.
Chi Cheng watched him for a moment longer, the fierce protectiveness softening the hard lines of his face. He leaned down and pressed a kiss, impossibly soft and lingering, to Suowei’s forehead. "Sleep, WeiWei," he murmured, the words a warm breath against his skin. "I’ve got you." He turned off the lamp, plunging the room into soft darkness, and slid into bed beside him, pulling Suowei close against his chest, one strong arm draped possessively, protectively, over his waist. The only sound was Suowei’s steady, deep breathing as sleep claimed him, nestled securely against the heat and strength of the man who had shattered him and then, with equal care, put him back together.