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The bar was slow for a late night Saturday. Shen Jiu perched on his stool at the bar, idly swirling his drink and contemplating leaving for better hunting grounds. The men here tonight were either put off by his aura, as they should be, or the type that thought his lithe frame meant he was looking for something he wasn't. As a personal rule, Shen Jiu had a strict anti-bottom policy. That seemingly flew over most men's heads or they somehow thought they would magically be an exception to the rule because of their rippling pectorals or stupid haircuts. The ice in his glass melted slow and easy, clinking together as it settled. He sipped at its contents, content to let the burn slide down his throat to his belly and warm him from the inside out. It wasn't enough to get him drunk by any means but it was enough to ease the constant tension of his shoulders and permanent look of disdain on his face. A former lover had told him once that he only looked approachable when he was drinking. The relationship, such as it was, hadn't lasted long after that. Shen Jiu didn't particularly care about being approachable. In fact, he rather preferred the effort made to pursue him rather than the expectation that he was an easy fuck. Nothing about Shen Jiu was easy and he liked it that way.
A throng of men approached the bar to order another round of cheap, foamy beers from the tap. Uninterested, Shen Jiu pulled out his phone to scroll through a hook up app. If the bar was a bust, he'd scratch the itch another way.
"Excuse me," came a voice to his right, "your drink looks low, can I get you another?"
Shen Jiu looked up from his phone and assessed. Tall, broad shouldered, well-built. A handsome if brotherly face. Thick brows over kind eyes that grew pinched.
"Xiao Jiu…" The man looked like he'd been suckered punched.
"Do I know you?" Shen Jiu drawled, trying to place the man's face. He didn't look like the type Shen Jiu normally hooked up with but that also meant very little. He was known to be capricious in his tastes when the mood struck.
"Xiao Jiu…" the man started.
Did he know how to say anything else? The man flinched. Shen Jiu must have said it out loud. Oh well.
"It's me, Yue Qingyuan— Yue Qi, we grew up together."
It could be a lie, or the truth. Shen Jiu had no way of knowing. Back in university there'd been an accident, followed by an intense bought of illness, and everything before he turned 23 was blank. No family, no friends, no teachers. He remembered what he'd learned but people, specifically, were a gaping chasm in his mind full of nothingness.
"I have no memories of childhood so you'll have to introduce yourself properly. And stop calling me that."
The name Xiao Jiu grated on him for reasons he didn't understand and wasn't about to unpack in bar on a Saturday night. The man straightened to his full height and fished in his pocket for a business card.
"My name is Yue Qingyuan," he cleared his throat before continuing with a slightly nervous energy, "and I would still very much like to buy you that drink."
**
The metal stall door clanged against the wall as Shen Jiu herded Yue Qingyuan into the bathroom stall. Not that it took much convincing for the taller man to follow where Shen Jiu led. As far as Shen Jiu was concerned, he'd known this man less than an hour and already he looked at Shen Jiu as though he'd strung the stars up in the sky. It was heady and dangerous; how much would he yield to Shen Jiu's whims?
"Hands behind your back, you're not to touch me."
Yue Qingyuan gave a shaky gulp and obediently tucked his arms behind his back, pinning them to the cool metal of the stall wall.
"I can take whatever you give me." Yue Qingyuan said, quiet and sure.
"We'll see about that."
Shen Jiu attacked his neck with biting kisses sure to leave marks. When Yue Qingyuan's shirt collar got in the way, Shen Jiu snarled and began unbuttoning. There was still the undershirt to contend with but Shen Jiu didn't want him to move. The cramped little stall didn't leave much room to work with besides. Instead, he settled for hiking Yue Qingyuan's shirt from his waistband, pulling it up high enough for Yue Qingyuan to hold the hem in his teeth as Shen Jiu raked his nails across the soft but strongly built belly. Yue Qingyuan hissed and said nothing around the fabric in his mouth.
"You're going to be good and stay still for me, aren't you?" Shen Jiu looked up alluring through his lashes as he gripped the taller man's hips, thumbs skating back and forth over flesh and dipping beneath the waistband of Yue Qingyuan's slacks.
Yue Qingyuan nodded enthusiastically, his belly tensing and trembling with each touch. He was more than willing to be putty in Shen Jiu's hands.
"You're even going to let me play with you in a filthy bathroom stall like the desperate slut you are."
Yue Qingyuan's cheeks flushed and he looked down at where Shen Jiu's hands had wandered to the button of his pants. On instinct he bared his neck for the smaller man, body sinking into submission. Shen Jiu hummed his approval and pressed close so he could lick up Yue Qingyuan's neck and catch his earlobe in his teeth. Unable to help himself, Yue Qingyuan's hips jerked.
"There you are," Shen Jiu purred, "so eager for me."
Yue Qingyuan whimpered and his breath came faster through his nose, chest beginning to heave as he fought the urge to press closer until there was no space between them at all. Touch me, his eyes pleaded, use me. Shen Jiu obliged, sliding down the zipper of Yue Qingyuan's slacks and shoving them down his muscular thighs to bare the outline of a thick cock in gray boxer briefs. He was still soft when Shen Jiu cupped his dick possessively.
"This is mine, you don't get to use it unless I say so."
Yue Qingyuan shuddered and nodded as Shen Jiu explored the clothed shape under his hand. He gave it a pat before pulling down the briefs too. Exposed like this, Yue Qingyuan whimpered again. His large cock lay heavy and thick between his thighs, the head hidden inside its sheath even as wetness was beginning to form at the tip. Still, he stayed flaccid.
"What, is this not doing it for you?" Shen Jiu hissed as he wrapped a hand around soft and tender skin, pumping just enough for the tip to peek from its hood.
Yue Qingyuan frantically shook his head, spitting out the shirt in his mouth.
"No, not at all, I'm enjoying this very much. I—"
"Then prove it. Get hard for me." Shen Jiu's hand worked faster as the man above him shook.
"I— I can't."
Shen Jiu raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
Yue Qingyuan closed his eyes and tipped his back, breathing heavy as Shen Jiu's hand worked.
"I can't get hard. My therapist calls it— ha— a psychological block. Nothing's worked."
Shen Jiu hummed and slid his hand to the base of Yue Qingyuan's cock, pulling at the foreskin to expose a rosy leaking tip before removing his hand.
"Wait! Don't stop, please." Yue Qingyuan pleaded.
Shen Jiu's shoulders tightened and he raised to his full height, eyes venomous.
"You don't get to dictate that. You take only what I give you. Is that understood?"
"I— Yes, I understand."
The taller man bit his lip to muffle a moan as Shen Jiu cruelly pinched his foreskin and spread his thighs wider, offering himself up. Shen Jiu patted his thigh before sliding his hand from tip to base, exposing the reddening tip.
"Look at that," Shen Jiu murmured. "Even this big useless cock is still drooling."
As though to prove a point, Shen Jiu flicked the leaking head of his cock with a nail. Yue Qingyuan writhed beneath him, hips bucking as he panted through the spike of pleasurable pain. Shen Jiu smiled, a slight upturn of his lips, in satisfaction.
"So you're a masochist then. Good, I like to play with my toys before I break them. Tell me Yue Qingyuan, can this filthy thing still come?"
Yue Qingyuan's chest heaved as he struggled for breath. He nodded, eyes closed and face flushed cherry red.
"I can, I can still come. I'll be good for you, I swear it."
I swear it, sent something rippling through Shen Jiu's psyche, a pebble dropped in a long, dark pond. He ignored it for now, focusing back on the man under his hands. He played with the cock in his hand; short strokes to make the tip just peek from its shell, long and hard strokes that bordered on too tight and painful. Yue Qingyuan took it beautifully, offering his chest up and splaying his thighs to give Shen Jiu anything he wanted. It fed a dark and growing satisfaction in Shen Jiu as the cock in his hand gave a weak kick despite it's softened state.
"Let's make a deal then," Shen Jiu said darkly. "If you come, I'll fuck that little hole of yours."
His hand traveled down over Yue Qingyuan's sac, fondling it for a moment before continuing down between strong thighs to press two fingers over furled muscle. He tested the give with a finger tip as Yue Qingyuan bore down, trying to hold himself open for whatever Shen Jiu wanted from him. Yue Qingyuan trembled as he spoke.
"While my cock may be useless, I've been told m-my hole is worthwhile."
Shen Jiu's free hand came to grip the base of the man's cock in a tight ring as he wiggled his finger tip inside Yue Qingyuan's hole.
"Oh? And what makes you think I want other people's leftovers? Don't get ahead of yourself Yue Qingyuan. Now suck."
He removed his fingers from the hole clenching around them to a warmer, wetter hole. Dutifully, Yue Qingyuan explored the three fingers in his mouth with his tongue, soaking them in spit. Shen Jiu's hand around his cock picked up speed, a rhythmic pace aided by the copious amounts of precome drooling from the tip. The fingers in his mouth pressed down on his tongue before sliding back into his throat. Yue Qi gagged and valiantly tried to swallow. Any piece of Xiao Jiu inside him was a blessing he was loathe to give up. However his body may protest, his will would succeed and there was nothing he wanted more than to give the man working over his body anything. Anything at all. He wanted to explain, to express his conviction over the fingers in his mouth, but his mind was going hazy around the edges. The world was shrinking down to nothing but Xiao Jiu.
At some point, Shen Jiu decided his fingers were wet enough. Drool poured down Yue Qingyuan's chin, and his lips glistened in the low light. His eyes were soft, unfocused, as he kept his mouth open and waiting to be used. Satisfaction churned low in Shen Jiu's gut, and an aching throbbing in his pants answered.
"You're so good for me aren't you baby," he cooed as slid a spit-soaked finger back inside Yue Qingyuan to the second knuckle.
Yue Qingyuan panted and whined, not registering the words. Just how Shen Jiu liked his men, biddable and submissive. He rewarded good behavior with a second finger as the flaccid cock in his hand dribbled and gave an aborted twitch.
"Do you want to come from your ass or your cock?"
Yue Qingyuan spread his legs wider, bringing him down to Shen Jiu's height even as his thighs trembled with the effort of holding himself up. Shen Jiu leaned forward, trapping Yue Qingyuan's cock between them even as his hand still rhythmically pumped through the squelching. He caught the still proffered tongue between his teeth, sucking on the appendage in a way that made Yue Qingyuan gasp and whine. When Shen Jiu pulled away, a thread of saliva connected them, pulling taut with a snap. He licked his lips and stayed close enough that his breath ghosted over Yue Qingyuan's face.
"I asked you a question, Yue Qi."
Yue Qingyuan clenched tightly around his fingers, eyes rolling back in his head from the stimulation.
"If you won't give me an answer sweetheart, I guess you don't want to come at all. I'm feeling generous tonight though."
Whatever answer Yue Qingyuan might have given had he enough sense left to answer was swallowed up in another kiss. Shen Jiu's hands worked faster, wrists cramping but not stopping. The tension in Yue Qingyuan's body built and built, trembling and shaking and whimpering. At last, he came with a whine as Shen Jiu had his tongue halfway down the man's throat. Shen Jiu pulled back to watch as he milked the dribbling, drooling mess of Yue Qingyuan's cock. It gushed then leaked in a slow spurt until the flaccid cock drooped in his hand. Still, Shen Jiu kept stroking, his fingers plundering. Yue Qingyuan writhed in overstimulation, tongue lolling out and eyes rolled back in his head in an obscene expression.
"Haaa haaa too much! Ahh!"
"This is what happens when you don't follow my instructions. Have you learned your lesson?"
"Please, yes, yes" cried Yue Qingyuan, tears streaming from his eyes at the painful pleasure.
"I don't think you have. Not yet at least. You're going to come again because I said you will." Shen Jiu smirked and added a third finger then a fourth to Yue Qingyuan's hole. The larger man's body seized, writhing up the wall and pulling his mouth away from Shen Jiu as he tried his best to take too much too soon.
"Now now, is that any way to treat a gift?"
Yue Qingyuan shook his head and bore himself back down onto Shen Jiu's fingers with a whine. The hand on his cock slowed then gradually stopped until it was merely petting its prize.
"There we are, there's my good boy."
All at once Yue Qingyuan clamped down on his fingers, a second wave of blissful pain overwhelming him in the wake of orgasming again so soon. Shen Jiu stroked a finger up and down the twitching member, providing constant stimulation as Yue Qingyuan quaked in his hold.
"Please— it's too much," Yue Qingyuan's voice was rough and fucked out as he cried.
Shen Jiu freed his fingers with a pop and stepped back.
"On your knees then."
Yue Qingyuan slumped down to the floor and looked up, teary eyed. Shen Jiu finally freed himself from the confines of his tight pants, stroking himself vigorously as he took in the pretty picture before him. Yue Qi was covered in his own spend, spit, and tears but he was on his knees, arms still behind his back, looking up with his tongue out. Eager, waiting, overstimulated and still asking for more. Shen Jiu would give it to him. He slammed a hand against the wall for support as his pace picked up. The wave rushed over him like the tide, painting Yue Qingyuan's face in spurts of white.
"That's it, take all of it."
Come clung in strings and globules across his cheeks and eye lashes, making Yue Qingyuan blink rapidly. Still, his arms stayed behind his back.
"Now suck me clean."
Yue Qingyuan scrambled to comply, at first licking then sucking Shen Jiu down to the root as he chased the flavor of Shen Jiu's seed, heedless of the mess his face was making of Shen Jiu's pants. Once his mouth and throat were full, he swallowed, holding that precious cock in his mouth until it softened and slipped back out of his throat. Yue Qingyuan hummed and blinked owlishly when Shen Jiu pulled him off. He would have been happy to stay like that forever. Shen Jiu pulled a wad of toilet paper from the dispenser and tossed it at him.
"Clean yourself up. You're making a mess."
Finally, Yue Qingyuan released his arms, rolling his stiff shoulders to ease the discomfort. He wiped his face carefully and strongly considered whether or not he could stuff the used tissue into his pants pocket to keep. When else would he possibly get the chance to be this close to Xiao Jiu again? Shen Jiu finished tucking himself away after wiping down.
"Yue Qi, don't you dare," the name felt right on his tongue. Familiar.
Shamefaced, Yue Qingyuan relinquished his prize to the toilet bowl and rose to put himself back to rights. Shen Jiu opened the stall door after his underwear was back in place.
"Come back next week. Same time. I'll be here."