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When they landed in Italy, Wang Yibo was tired but glad he had been able to sleep on the plane since it was 9 AM in Florence, the sun shining bright on the cold December day. “We’ll nap in the afternoon, didi,” Xiao Zhan said, kissing his forehead before they exited the plane. “Better not to get over the jetlag immediately, though, because I think we’ll be up late tonight,” he said with a look that sent a thrill shooting through Yibo.

“I’ll see you three later tonight?” Xiao Zhan asked the flight attendant, personal assistant and pilot, and they nodded. Wang Yibo was standing several feet away where Xiao Zhan had left him, at a pickup point where fancy cars with suited drivers were flashing signs with names on them to identify their clients.

The group exchanged more words, but Yibo couldn’t make their conversation out over the airport noise as people passed in between him and the small enclave. He was tempted to move closer, but Xiao Zhan had told him to stay, so he stayed.

The three employees walked off to another car down the road with a driver, and Xiao Zhan sauntered back to Yibo. “Ready to go shopping, didi?” he asked with a sweet smile, grabbing Yibo’s hand and striding towards a waiting car, a man holding a sign reading “Xiao Zhan.”

“Sure, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said with an answering grin. “Where to?” Xiao Zhan just pulled him in for another fierce kiss as the car drove away.

The car pulled up outside an honest-to-god villa, and at this point, Wang Yibo had actually started to expect it.

“I thought we were shopping, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said quizzically, staring up at the expensive home as Xiao Zhan tugged him by the hand, bringing him into the ostentatious building.

“Like it?” Xiao Zhan chirped, ignoring Yibo’s question while Yibo let out a laugh. “Yes, it’s amazing, but I don’t think anything can beat the private jet,” he said with a cocky grin. “You might have peaked too soon,” Yibo said cheekily. Xiao Zhan’s eyes darkened in response and he yanked Yibo in towards him, grabbing his bruised hips in a tight grip.

“Is that so,” Xiao Zhan murmured, Yibo’s abdomen tightening deliciously at the possessive touch. He could barely breathe at the dark look in the tall man’s eyes, and he bit his lip, looking out from under his lashes at Xiao Zhan. Yibo entwined his long arms around Xiao Zhan’s neck, fingers stroking the soft hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m looking forward to anything gege wants to show me,” Yibo said coyly, Xiao Zhan’s lips curving into a sinful smile.

The doorbell rang, and Xiao Zhan ignored it, unbuttoning Yibo’s shirt and splaying his hands on Yibo’s chest, pushing him hard against a wall and taking his mouth into a bruising kiss. His fingers flexed on Yibo’s abdomen, digging in as the younger man moaned, the thrusting of Xiao Zhan’s tongue mingling with the feeling of his fingers tightening on the bruises he’d left all over Yibo’s pale skin, his nails digging in and making marks on Yibo’s back as he raked them down.

The doorbell rang again as Yibo let out a desperate noise, his hips grinding against Xiao Zhan, and the older man chuckled as he pulled away, pressing a finger on Yibo’s swollen lips and smiling sweetly.

“Time to shop,” Xiao Zhan chirped, “Answer the door and bring them to me,” he called out, walking off into the large house as Wang Yibo tried to gather his thoughts and put himself back together. “And don’t even think about buttoning up, didi,” Yibo heard in the distance, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he dropped his hands from his top button.

Wang Yibo steeled himself to answer the door looking like a rich man’s toy. “Not factually wrong,” he admitted, but couldn’t find himself feeling any shame about it. The sex was amazing, he was exploring a new side of himself, the man he was sleeping with was apparently wealthy beyond Yibo’s wildest dreams and was taking Yibo along for the ride, and so far, it had been a pretty exhilarating ride. He didn’t know how long it would last, but Yibo was ready to enjoy every minute of it. He started to pinch his wrist again but paused, pressing on a tender spot on one of his hips instead. Yibo bit his lip as he felt the sharp pain from a bruise and smiled to himself as he opened the door.

“Well, I can see why he’s so intrigued,” the beautiful woman on the other side of the door said, scanning her eyes up and down Yibo’s body. She snapped her fingers and two people walked quickly past her, ignoring Yibo and carrying several large cases.

“Wait, he asked me to…,” he called out after the disappearing people who continued off towards where Xiao Zhan had disappeared. Yibo huffed with frustration, eyes opening wide as the woman at the door waited, arms crossed.

“Any day now, boy toy,” the woman drawled, Yibo glaring at her. “Ooh, attitude,” she said with a sharp grin. “I like it.”

“Just what I’ve been hoping for,” Yibo said flatly, and she threw back her head and laughed. “Okay, fine, truce, you’re too beautiful for us to fight,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’m Xuan Lu,” she offered, extending a delicate hand which Yibo reluctantly shook. “Wang Yibo,” he replied, turning and walking towards where the others disappeared, Xuan Lu trailing behind.

“Zhanzhan!” Xuan Lu cried, walking quickly past Yibo as she entered the room, Xiao Zhan wrapping her in a giant hug. “Lulu!” he exclaimed. “I missed you!” They air kissed each other on the cheeks, grinning.

“I didn’t know you were going for models, Zhanzhan,” she said with a grin, elbowing Xiao Zhan as he smirked back at her. He walked over to a scowling Yibo, whose arms were crossed as he stood alone watching the scene from the doorway.

“Yibo is a very talented dancer, actually,” he said, pulling the stiff Yibo against him and kissing him on the neck. Yibo started to thaw with Xiao Zhan’s touch and leaned into him, wrapping an arm possessively around his waist.

“Don’t be jealous, didi,” Xiao Zhan murmured in his ear, stroking his side, “I promise I’m all yours.”

“Lulu and I have known each other for, how long has it been?” he called out to Xuan Lu, who was directing the man and woman who’d brought in the now-open cases, which were apparently full of assorted clothing pieces and a variety of tailoring supplies.

“College, so twelve years now I guess,” she said with a theatrical sigh. “Time flies, Zhanzhan.” They grinned at each other as Yibo started to relax into Xiao Zhan’s hold, finally noting that their close affection appeared familial.

“Time to get your new wardrobe started,” Xuan Lu said with glee, rubbing her hands together as her two assistants started fluttering over Xiao Zhan and Yibo, pulling them apart and taking a variety of measurements.

An hour later, Yibo was vibrating with impatience, Xiao Zhan and Xuan Lu drinking bellinis and chatting at a nearby table while the two assistants continued to fit him to an outfit, marking his measurements with chalk lines. Xiao Zhan pointed out items on a computer screen to Xuan Lu, who made approving noises with each choice. “Prioritize these?” Xiao Zhan asked, Xuan Lu agreeing. “You’ll have those two and those two available by the morning, and we’ll have you ready for tonight before you leave. The rest will be delivered throughout the week!” she said cheerfully.

“You’re the best, Lulu,” Xiao Zhan said, hugging her. “Well, you’re paying for it, Zhanzhan,” she shot back, smiling sunnily as he laughed.

Xiao Zhan stood up, stretching his long legs, and laughed again, noting the petulant look on Yibo’s face as he tried to stay still and not fidget as needles scraped lightly against his skin.

“Exciting world of fashion, hmm, Yibo?” he asked.

“There’s a reason I’m a dancer,” Yibo grumped as Xiao Zhan let out another melodic laugh.

“You’ll be moving again soon enough, didi,” Xiao Zhan promised. “Send him out when you’re done with him, please,” he instructed the tailors, who nodded, continuing their work as Yibo’s jaw dropped, watching Xiao Zhan stride out with Lulu.

Yibo was so bored that he wanted to cry, and he saw the male tailor shoot him a sympathetic look as he tried to struggled to stay still.

“Have you been here before?” he asked the workers nonchalantly, the woman ignoring him and the man nodding as he continued to pin. “Fitting Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked, trying to keep his voice impassive, the man looking up at him and nodding. He bit his lip and the two pulled away from him as he shuffled awkwardly.

The woman shot the man a warning look. “I’m going to get some water, and I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said, rolling her eyes but giving them a moment of privacy.

“Measuring others too?” he asked the man looking up at him, hating himself for having to ask but not being able to help himself. The man gave him a kind smile. “Honestly, kid, you’re the first person I’ve ever seen him do this for. Xuan Lu brings us every time her brother is in town, and it’s always just been to fit him, not anyone he brought with. She was pretty surprised to hear he wanted us to dress someone else when he called.” He paused, then looked up, his eyes having a mischievous glint in them. “She said it was about time.”

Yibo tried not to let it give him any hope that the trip meant anything to Xiao Zhan, but he couldn’t help but feel a small flutter inside at that information, steeling himself for more stillness as the woman came back in, picking up a needle and looking impatient.

Another hour later, Yibo finally emerged, dressed in a stylish new outfit, and slowly wandered around the villa to find where Xiao Zhan and Xuan Lu had disappeared.

He discovered them sitting out on a heated porch, opening the door to join them, but felt shy about interrupting the two laughing and drinking wine.

Xiao Zhan turned to look at him. “Breathtaking, as always, Xuan Lu,” he gushed, standing to pull Yibo towards him, spinning him around to take in his outfit and then pulling Yibo tightly against him, Yibo’s back to his chest. Xiao Zhan wrapped him in his arms and nuzzled into his neck as Yibo closed his eyes, leaning back into his embrace.

“You look delicious, didi,” Xiao Zhan whispered into his ear, and Yibo couldn’t help a shiver, Xuan Lu watching them both with a knowing smile.

“And with that, I’ll leave you two alone,” she giggled. Xiao Zhan and she air kissed again, promising breakfast later in the week, and she left, taking her employees with her.

“Her boutique is booked months out just to be able to view her selections from all the major houses,” Xiao Zhan mentioned offhandedly to Yibo. “She’s known for stocking only the best. What did you think?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

Yibo smirked, “I think you’ll like the other outfits, gege.”

Xiao Zhan’s lips curved, “Me too, didi. Want to shower after all that travel? Then get something to eat?”

“Something sweet, maybe?” Yibo asked, biting his lip, and Xiao Zhan’s eyes darkened.

They had a shower that was short but hot in every possible way. Xiao Zhan gently scrubbed Yibo down from head to toe, Yibo melting under his very thorough touches and then burning as Xiao Zhan fucked his mouth, Yibo on his hands and knees pressed against the cold tile taking gasping breaths in between Xiao Zhan’s hard thrusts and the hot water raining down around him.

After the shower, Xiao Zhan took Yibo by the hand, both wearing only towels wrapped around their waists, and brought him to the kitchen. Yibo burst into laughter at the containers lining the inside of the freezer, labelled various words in Italian with a local gelateria stamp on each one.

“You had someone get you a selection of gelato?” he exclaimed, cackling as Xiao Zhan smirked at him, gesturing with his chin at a closet in the next room.

“Grab a blanket, didi,” he instructed Yibo, the younger man pulling out one of the many fluffy blankets and padding back into the kitchen, curious.

Xiao Zhan spread the blanket on the ground of the kitchen. “Lay down, didi,” he said with a grin, “Towel off, palms up at your sides.”

Yibo dropped the towel, following instructions and staring up at Xiao Zhan, trying not to squirm as the tall man just looked down at him, a small smile on his face. The tall man took out a large mixing bowl, adding ice from the freezer and water and placing it in a nearby sink, then moving back to the freezer.

“There’s just so many flavors to try,” Xiao Zhan mused, opening the freezer and pulling a container out, putting it on the counter. He reached into a drawer, pulling out a silver utensil and stuck it in, eating a spoonful of pale green gelato. “Mmmm, pistachio’s pretty good,” he commented, sticking the spoon back in the cold dessert and leaving it on the counter, opening the freezer for another one.

“Lemon isn’t bad. They get the lemons from Sorrento, you know,” he hummed, doing the same thing with a dark yellow gelato, sticking the spoon back into the container and leaving it next to the pistachio on the granite kitchen top.

Xiao Zhan took out a third container, his back to Yibo, and put yet another metal spoon into his mouth. “Mmmm,” he said, closing his eyes and savoring the mouthful as Yibo felt himself shiver, starting to feel cold as he lay naked on the tiled floor of the kitchen despite the blanket underneath him. Xiao Zhan dipped the spoon back into the third container of gelato, then slowly walked over to the wide-eyed Yibo, squatting down on his heels and smiling at the trembling man laid out in front of him. “God, your body, didi,” Xiao Zhan exhaled, tracing Yibo’s chest with a finger, circling and then pinching a nipple, eyes smiling as Yibo squirmed, biting his lip and trying not to move his hands as his fingers twitched.

Yibo felt something cold dripping on his stomach and looked past Xiao Zhan’s hand playing with chest to see the other hand holding a spoon dripping something pink onto his abs. Yibo felt his abdominal muscles flex automatically as he tried to stay still. Xiao Zhan laughed at his struggle, leaning down and lazily licking up the drops, trailing his tongue along the contours and lines of Yibo’s stomach. Yibo sighed at the soft touch and then whimpered as Xiao Zhan trailed the cold spoon along his torso, licking in wide laps of his tongue after the wet and sticky trail he left behind. The gelato gone, Xiao Zhan pressed the cold metal against the soft skin of Yibo’s abdomen and he shivered again, relaxing as the metal quickly warmed.

Xiao Zhan walked back over to the container, put another spoonful in his mouth and stuck the spoon back in. He leaned over Yibo and pulled him into an icy kiss. A mouthful of sweet strawberry was pressed into his lips, Yibo eagerly licking the gelato out of Xiao Zhan’s mouth until all he could taste was him, Xiao Zhan chuckling as he pulled away. Yibo tried to chase after his mouth but laid back down at a look from Xiao Zhan, holding his palms up as he licked his lips.

“Stay still, didi,” Xiao Zhan said, reaching for the spoon that had been sitting in the middle container.

He pulled out a spoonful of the lemon and this time straddled Yibo, circling Yibo’s nipples with the frozen spoon and leaving lines of yellow in its wake. Goosebumps broke out all over his skin, Yibo moaning as Xiao Zhan licked and sucked in hot breaths against the cold left from the dessert, while holding the empty, icy spoon against the skin of Yibo’s neck. The distinct temperature contrast was confusing and leaving his nerves taut as Yibo wriggled his hips against Xiao Zhan. The man bit down cruelly on one of his nipples, eliciting a hiss from Yibo at the sharp pain on the sensitive skin.

Xiao Zhan pulled away the spoon from his neck and bit down on that spot, Yibo yelping into a moan as Xiao Zhan licked over the bite. Xiao Zhan continued in this way with the third icy cold spoon, trailing cold sweet pale green lines over Yibo’s groin, pressing the cold metal against the inside of his thigh and following up with his warm tongue while Yibo’s hips spasmed as he tried to stay still.

Xiao Zhan bit down and licked, eyes dancing with laughter as Yibo moaned and squirmed between the biting and sharp feelings of cold. He took another bite of the pistachio, swallowing, and then Yibo whimpered as Xiao Zhan’s cold mouth started moving up and down on his cock.

The sensation was amazing, Xiao Zhan’s mouth tight as he sucked on Yibo’s head, tongue caressing the slit. Yibo tried desperately not to move but his hips bucked into Xiao Zhan, unable to stop the involuntary movement thrusting deeper into Xiao Zhan’s mouth after all of the tormenting Xiao Zhan had done. He froze, Xiao Zhan pulling off and smiling sinfully at him.

“Bad didi,” he said in a teasing voice. “Turn over.” Yibo gulped and turned over gingerly, his hard cock pressing painfully against him as he laid stomach down on the blanket. “You can say stop anytime,” Xiao Zhan reminded him, and Yibo nodded.

The first spank was a sharp, sudden pain and Yibo ground his hips down, biting his lip as the heat seemed to travel in a direct line to his cock. The second impact did the same, and by the sixth hard slap of Xiao Zhan’s hand, he was moaning Xiao Zhan’s name and pleading. The impacts weren’t gentle but they weren’t very painful on their own. However, Yibo’s cock had gotten so hard from the rough treatment that it was pressing into him and he needed release, the warmth from his burning skin under Xiao Zhan’s hands just adding to the discomfort.

“Please, gege, I need you,” he begged, Xiao Zhan’s eyes dark as he watched Yibo shiver, sticky and hard, the skin on his ass bright red and hot from the spanking.

“I know you, do, didi,” Xiao Zhan said in a soothing tone. “And I have something for you.” He pressed a kiss to Yibo’s back as he stood up and walked over to the sink where he’d placed the bowl filled with ice. He pulled a curved metal object out of it, wiping it off in a towel and bringing it over with a bottle of lube.

Yibo’s jaw dropped as he looked at the curved metal wand. It looked about 20 centimeters with a small bulbous ending on one end the curve and a large one on the other.*

Xiao Zhan smirked at his expression, squeezing some lube into his hand and beginning to open Yibo up with a thrusting finger as the younger man gasped. He was fast to add a second, the burn of the stretch drawing a deep moan, Yibo grinding against the ground and Xiao Zhan stroking his back.

“Get on your hands and knees, didi,” Xiao Zhan directed, and Yibo propped himself up, pupils blown as he trembled, waiting for Xiao Zhan’s touch. Suddenly, the cold curved wand was thrust into him without any warning and he cried out at the sudden pain. The stretch of the ball on the end so quickly thrust in past his sensitive rim warred with the icy feeling of the metal plunged inside of him, and he quickly felt pushed past any rational thought as Xiao Zhan massaged his prostate, fucking him with the metal object, every movement pressing hard against him. Yibo felt dizzy, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold himself up under the overwhelming pressure. The sensations were all-encompassing, the thrusts inside of him so hard and fast and rough and cold while his skin still ached and burned from Xiao Zhan’s earlier attentions.

“Come for me, didi,” Xiao Zhan purred in his ear and Yibo sobbed, choking on Xiao Zhan’s name as he orgasmed, streams of white shooting onto his chest as Xiao Zhan kept piercing him with the metal wand as he stayed on all fours, panting and whining which each movement.

“You’re mine to play with, aren’t you, didi,” Xiao Zhan crooned into his ear and Yibo nodded frantically as tears ran down his cheeks while he bit his lip, trying to be able to breathe but feeling himself fall apart.

“Say it,” Xiao Zhan murmured in his ear, and Yibo tried not to sob as Xiao Zhan kept plunging the wand deep inside of him.

“Yes, gege,” he gasped, “All yours, please, gege.”

Yibo felt so raw and taken apart, so cold and hot all over, and his wrists were shaking as he kept trying to breathe through his moans with each thrust, trying not to cry out from the overstimulation but failing by the time Xiao Zhan fucked him with the wand through another orgasm.

He collapsed, his ass still in the air but unable to hold himself up on his wrists as Yibo trembled. Xiao Zhan pulled out the wand and stroked his back, pushing him onto his side and letting him lay down from the awkward kneeling position he’d fallen into. Yibo curled into himself, shaking from chills, and Xiao Zhan wiped him down with a cloth, cleaning him off, then carried him into a large bedroom, laying him on the bed and spooning in behind him, wrapping the shivering man in his warmth, blankets pulled over them both.

“We have a long night ahead of us, didi,” Xiao Zhan whispered in Yibo’s ear, the younger man unable to speak but feeling made whole within Xiao Zhan’s embrace. “Get some sleep.”

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This time, when Yibo woke up, Xiao Zhan was still there. Yibo grinned, snuggling into his chest as the handsome playboy smiled down at him. “Did you have fun, Yibo?” he asked, smiling wider as Yibo nodded emphatically, leaning up for a kiss.

Xiao Zhan captured his mouth with his soft lips, tongue insistent as he pressed into Yibo, fingers running through his hair. They kissed for some time, then Xiao Zhan tugged on his hair, breaking the kiss. Yibo pouted at him, Xiao Zhan’s eyes laughing.

Xiao Zhan ran a finger over Yibo’s lips but pulled it away when Yibo started to lick it. “Patience, didi,” he said with a small laugh. “We have things to talk about.”

Yibo perked up, leaning on his elbows to better see Xiao Zhan’s face. “I’m not sure if you heard at the airport, but I discussed meeting up with the others tonight. I hadn’t been planning on taking you with when I first invited you,” he paused, lips curving up as Yibo’s face fell, looking downcast. “But…” Xiao Zhan continued, lifting Yibo’s chin so he couldn’t avoid the tall man’s gaze, “You said you were interested in seeing where this could go, and I thought I would see if you’d like to join.”

“Yes,” Yibo said quickly, Xiao Zhan laughing and ruffling his hair, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“This is not a normal place, Yibo,” he said, “This is serious to me. While we’ve been playing, I don’t want to set you up to fail.”

Xiao Zhan paused, stroking Yibo’s cheek as the younger man looked at him nervously. “It’s a friend’s party, and it would be very important to me that you behave,” he said seriously, looking Yibo directly in the eyes. “You don’t have to come, but it would be very, very important that you not embarrass me.”

His voice was soft but his tone was steel, and Yibo felt a shiver of fear shoot through him at the same time that heat began to kindle in his core.

“I’ll obey your every word, gege,” Yibo promised, watching heat flare in Xiao Zhan’s eyes at his words.

“You are going to be the death of me, Wang Yibo,” he murmured, cupping the younger man’s cheek in his hand and pulling him in for another kiss.

Xiao Zhan stood up and walked over to the dresser. The empty boxes of outfits that’d been fitted to them were in a stack, the outfits hung up in the closet by the workers before they left, but Yibo noticed a few small boxes next to them that he hadn’t seen Xuan Lu display in the fitting room.

Xiao Zhan picked them up, weighing them in his hand contemplatively and then slowly returning to the bed, holding the three boxes out to Yibo. “You’d have to wear one of these,” he said, examining Yibo’s reaction as he opened the first box. It was a black leather collar with crystals on it shining like a starry night, and Yibo’s cock was immediately hard as he stared up at Xiao Zhan with dilated pupils.

“Well, I’m glad to see you don’t appear turned off by the prospect,” Xiao Zhan said mischievously as Yibo flushed. “You’ll look so hot in a collar, didi,” he murmured, pulling Yibo in for a thorough kiss. “I do like the idea of getting to show you off as mine,” he said with a smug smile, tugging lightly at Yibo’s hair as the younger man let out a sigh, leaning into him and reaching for the second box. It was silver and ornate, the filigree on the metal in art deco shapes and patterns.

The third collar was gold, and the intricate patterns were art nouveau. He looked up at Xiao Zhan through his lashes. “What would gege like me in tonight?” Yibo asked coyly, Xiao Zhan petting him.

“Let’s get ready first and then I’ll decide,” he said, stroking Yibo languidly and looking pleased.

They both showered and got dressed in the new outfits, Xiao Zhan’s eyes roaming over Yibo appreciatively.

“Definitely the gold, didi,” he said, picking it up and motioning for Yibo to turn around. This collar clasped in the back. It was a wide gold band with designs on the front, and the cool metal lay on Yibo’s neck, the feel of it pressing against his skin a sharp thrill down his spine as Xiao Zhan kissed his neck above where he fastened it.

Xiao Zhan spun him around, taking in Yibo in the suit and looked positively predatory as he yanked him in to press against him, taking his mouth in a rough kiss with a sharp bite at the end, Yibo moaning into his mouth, eyes dazed as Xiao Zhan pulled away, teeth tugging on Yibo’s lower lip before finally letting go.

“Fuck, didi,” Xiao Zhan murmured in Yibo’s ear and Yibo put his arms around his neck, pressing into him for another kiss, hot to touch the other man who looked utterly delicious, wearing a black scarf with his outfit.

“Is wearing something around your neck a dress code at this party, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked cheekily, and Xiao Zhan swatted at his ass.

“It was part of the outfit, and I can think of some uses for this scarf later, Yibo,” he said with a sinful smile. Yibo bit his lip and pressed into Xiao Zhan, his hardness rubbing against Xiao Zhan’s thigh. He knew the other man was going to make him wait for some time, which didn’t make him any less hard but rather exacerbated the problem.

“Ready to go, didi?” Xiao Zhan asked, holding out his arm, and Yibo nodded, taking it.

The car drove up to another villa that was even larger than the first. The driver let them out and Xiao Zhan escorted Yibo into a glittering foyer full of people. His jaw dropped as he took in the assorted outfits.

Lulu had outfitted Xiao Zhan and Yibo in beautiful suits. As Xiao Zhan seemed to prefer, Yibo was clad entirely in white, and he was sparkling in the gold collar Xiao Zhan fastened on him and gold shoes.

Xiao Zhan matched his white, but wearing black underneath. Yibo reflected it was a good illustration of how sweet he looked on the outside while he seemed to thrive on making Yibo cry... not that Yibo was complaining.

There were a variety of different people around them, but there was one common theme, and that was collars and leashes. Xiao Zhan led Yibo by the hand through the home, walking through a variety of rooms full of different lighting and performances.

“Ah, there you are,” he called out, Yibo trailing after him as Xiao Zhan strode towards a group of people at the side of a dimly lit room. There was a woman sitting on a velvet covered chair, two people kneeling on either side of her that were wearing leather collars attached to leashes that ran to her hand.

“Mistress,” Xiao Zhan said, nodding at her, and she nodded back, smiling with teeth, “Sir.”

Yibo choked and Xiao Zhan shot him an amused glance. He pulled Yibo against him tightly, murmuring in his ear, “Silent unless spoken to, didi,” and Yibo nodding abashedly in response, pressing his lips tightly together tightly.

Yibo couldn’t help it, he’d recognized that the Mistress was Xiao Zhan’s assistant, and the two on the floor were the pilot and flight attendant.

“Well, that explains why they didn’t seem phased by what Xiao Zhan was doing,” Yibo thought to himself, ears still turning red as he remembered the sushi lunch Xiao Zhan fed him. Xiao Zhan’s hand gripped Yibo’s hip tightly, and Yibo was pulled into his lap as Xiao Zhan took a seat near his assistant.

She looked at Yibo, her eyes glinting. “The flight back will be more fun now, at least. You were so cute when you blushed, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to keep a straight face.”

“They’ve been with me for five years now, and they’ve been a triad since before then. Normally Jessica is the one getting fed on the floor,” Xiao Zhan whispered into Yibo’s ear, Yibo flushing again as the assistant smirked at him, her hand stroking Jessica’s face. “But there’s room for both of you,” he murmured, biting Yibo’s neck. Yibo shivered, feeling Xiao Zhan moving slowly underneath him, his cock jutting into Yibo’s ass and grinding hard against him while Yibo was held in place on his lap.

“Having a good night so far?” Xiao Zhan asked the woman as if he wasn’t driving Yibo insane and she smiled, her face showing far more emotion now than it had when she was acting as his personal assistant. “Thank you,” Xiao Zhan said politely to a server dressed in fetish wear who was carrying a tray of drinks. He lifted two off and offered one to his assistant.

“Of course I am,” she replied, taking the glass. “Eden is such a lovely host, and I’m so happy to have my pets with me.”

She twitched the leashes and the two leaned in towards her as she stroked their hair. She was wearing a corset, miniskirt and stilettos, the two people she referred to as her pets both wearing sheer white shirts with nipple rings showing underneath. The woman was in tight black pants and the man in a long tight black skirt with a daring slit up the side. Their eyes were only on their mistress while she spoke with Xiao Zhan.

“Mmmm, I should find her at some point,” Xiao Zhan mused, stroking Yibo as he curled up against Xiao Zhan’s chest, head resting on his shoulder as he kissed along Xiao Zhan’s neck. Xiao Zhan had stopped moving and Yibo had calmed down, feeling drowsy and comfortable, like a cat curled up in front of a fireplace. Xiao Zhan took a sip from his cup and then offered it to Yibo, who took a sip, feeling a sweet burn as he swallowed.

Yibo could lay there forever, the cool metal of the collar lighting a fire in his skin that stayed at a simmer with Xiao Zhan’s constant touch on his chin, his neck, his waist. He tried listening to what the two were discussing but found himself too enthralled with tasting Xiao Zhan’s soft skin, head unable to hold onto a thought as he just felt the warmth of Xiao Zhan pressed against him as he sat on his lap and took sips from Xiao Zhan’s glass whenever it was offered to him.

“I think I saw Grace around here too,” the personal assistant said nonchalantly, Xiao Zhan growing still beneath Yibo.

“I didn’t realize she would be here,” Xiao Zhan said stiffly, Yibo darting a worried look at him as he watched the other man’s demeanor shift.

The personal assistant cocked her head, eying Xiao Zhan in a way completely at odds to the employee relationship they had only a few hours prior. “I don’t think she was going to, but she might have heard from Eden that you were bringing someone with,” she said innocently, her eyes glittering as she took a sip of her drink. She twisted the attendant’s hair in her fingers and gave a sharp pull, lifting her head so the assistant could pull her into a fierce kiss, the pilot ignored, staring down at the floor. Xiao Zhan took a sip of his own drink and appeared distracted, Yibo tracing a finger along his neck.

Xiao Zhan focused on him at Yibo’s touch, eyes dark, his hands gripping Yibo firmly around his ass and turning the younger man so that he straddled Xiao Zhan, facing him. He pulled Yibo against him, Yibo letting out a moan as he felt Xiao Zhan’s hard length pressing against his thigh, and possessively thrust his tongue in, stealing Yibo’s breath as he pulled at his hair. Xiao Zhan bit at him roughly as he kissed him, Yibo feeling the sting after a particularly sharp nip and tasting blood, and he couldn’t help grinding down against him, not caring who else saw, just caring that he belonged to Xiao Zhan, that he was the one who got to wear his collar.

“Found a new toy, Xiao Zhan?” Yibo heard off in the distance from a cool female voice with an edge. Xiao Zhan’s grip on his waist tightened and he gasped as Xiao Zhan dug into a bruise. “Stand, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan said in his ear, and he did, Xiao Zhan’s arms winding around him in a proprietary hold as the two faced a woman who had walked over.

The woman was blond, wearing a tiny black latex dress that she appeared to have been poured into, and she raked her eyes up and down Yibo’s body, sneering at him. “This your latest one-night stand, Zhanzhan?” she asked insolently, Xiao Zhan’s eyes going icy. “You’re always after a new pretty face,” she bit out, bitterness twisting her lovely features into something far less attractive.

“Grace, I didn’t invite you to cause trouble,” a lush voice came from the doorway, issuing from a woman clad in a long, gauzy dress colored in a variety of jewel tones. She walked into the room to join them, her movements elegant as she strode like a dancer, Yibo recognizing the sure step.

The assistant let out a scoff which everyone ignored. “Eden,” Xiao Zhan said politely, bowing his head as Yibo stood there, Xiao Zhan holding him in his embrace and unable to move. Eden examined the dancer and Yibo stared right back at her, not lowering his haughty gaze as she gave him an assessing look.

“And who are you?” Eden asked, tilting his chin up with a finger. “Wang Yibo,” he replied icily, pulling back from her touch as she gave him a wicked smile. “Only his, hmm?” she asked him softly, Yibo freezing and then giving a small nod, Xiao Zhan’s arms tightening around him as he leaned back into him.

“What do you think of my party, Wang Yibo?” she asked, and Yibo shrugged coolly, not willing to submit to anyone who wasn’t named Xiao Zhan. “I’m happy to be with gege,” he replied, and she threw head back and laughed.

“I have some performers starting soon,” Eden said to Yibo in a confidential tone. “Grace, you’ve been wanting to dance here, isn’t that right?” she asked, the other woman quickly nodding.

“Yes, Eden!” she said eagerly.

Xiao Zhan murmured in Yibo’s ear, “Eden lets attendees perform at her parties, but she’s selective about who she allows. She’s been turning Grace down for years.”

Yibo whispered back, “Is there a prize or something? Why would people do that?”

Xiao Zhan let out a soft laugh, “There are prizes of different kinds, I suppose. Pride for the person who won and who they’re with. There are many beautiful and talented people who attend, so those who make their mark on stage get quite a reputation. A favor from Eden, which can be very useful. And usually she gives something shiny.”

“Don’t worry though, didi,” he murmured, nuzzling into Yibo. “I can buy you anything shiny you want.”

Yibo almost purred as Xiao Zhan started kissing his neck, melting under his touch until he noticed Grace staring daggers at them both. Then he smirked, turning and pulling Xiao Zhan in for a filthy kiss as he ground his hips against the tall man, arms wound around his neck.

“How much did he cost, Zhanzhan?” the blond asked hatefully, Yibo rolling his eyes.

“Is this an ex or something?” he whispered to Xiao Zhan, Xiao Zhan looking guilty as Yibo laughed. “I didn’t think you were a virgin, Zhan-ge, but she has crazy eyes,” he said with a mischievous grin as Xiao Zhan snickered, his face brightening when Yibo didn’t get upset.

“It was only once,” he admitted. “But she wanted more than I was interested in.” He pulled Yibo closer, “More than I was interested with her, anyway,” Yibo sighing as Xiao Zhan stroked a finger along his collar.

“Are you going to come watch the performances, Xiao Zhan?” Eden inquired, “You and your friend can sit by me, if you like.”

She smiled at Yibo, “It’s the best seat in the house, I promise.”

She turned and swept off, Xiao Zhan and Yibo following behind. Grace walked quickly up to Eden, who dismissed her. “I’m sure you need to start getting ready for your performance, dear,” she said, waving her off as she exited the room.

Xiao Zhan sat in a chair next to Eden, Yibo at his feet, his head resting against Xiao Zhan as the tall man stroked his hair. They were in a large room with a stage and lighting, but the seating throughout was comprised of assorted chairs, couches and cushions, with people sprawled all around engaging in a variety of activities.

The spotlight focused on Eden, and because of their close proximity, Xiao Zhan and Yibo, and she waved regally, various applause and catcalls echoing throughout the room. The first performer took the stage and did a fan dance. It was beautiful, and Yibo and Xiao Zhan both clapped appreciatively. There were several more performances, some dances, some recitations. Xiao Zhan had been right, the performers were very skilled, and Yibo was beginning to feel a different kind of warmth inside him than the nonstop horniness he’d been feeling since Xiao Zhan’s first touch.

Yibo looked up at Eden, biting his lip but knowing he wasn’t supposed to talk. She looked at him with amusement, leaning down. “Something you need, pretty one?” she asked.

“Could I perform?” he asked her. “Depends, do you really want to make her mad?” she whispered back, and Yibo smirked.

“Are you fine with your friend performing in the contest, Xiao Zhan?” she asked politely, and Xiao Zhan lifted an eyebrow at Yibo. “Are you sure?” he mouthed to the younger man, who nodded quickly.

“We’ll all be lucky to get to see Yibo perform,” Xiao Zhan said with a grin, Yibo jumping to his feet and heading towards the DJ once Eden pointed the way.

Yibo went to a side room after giving the song request and lighting to the DJ, doing some stretches and quickly running through the routine he’d been supposed to perform later that week at a Microsoft holiday party. He couldn’t help letting out a laugh at the contrast between this audience and the corporate event, happy with the choice he’d made.

He went back out, the DJ indicating he’d be on next as he walked over towards the side of the stage, seeing Grace had just taken the center.

Middle eastern music began playing and the woman started doing some kind of belly dance, having changed into something resembling the clothing that would accompany such a dance, but all black and leather. Her dance wasn’t bad, per se, but Wang Yibo would have been unimpressed even if she didn’t annoy the hell out of him. There was no heart to it, she just danced as if trying to hurry through it so she could take off all her clothes.

Wang Yibo didn’t think there was anything wrong with the sentiment, but he preferred to dance in a way that made everyone else want to take off his clothes. And right now, he wanted to show off for his Zhan-ge.

Grace finished, face flushed, and took a deep bow to a smattering of applause, grinning and leaving the stage, smirking at Wang Yibo as she shoved past him rudely.

“Good luck keeping him,” she sneered.

“He seems interested in keeping me,” Yibo sneered back, tapping his neck and watching her turn a dark red.

He strode out into the spotlight, taking his position and waiting for the music to start.

As he moved fluidly to the vocals of Bruno Mars, he couldn’t see into the audience, the lights too bright, but as he lifted his head to kiss an imaginary partner, he tilted up for Xiao Zhan, and as he thrust his hips, Xiao Zhan was the only one he did it for.

Your eyes are where I'm lost in
Underneath the chandelier
We're dancin' all alone
There's no reason to hide
What we're feelin' inside
Right now

There was utter silence as the music played, and when he ripped off his jacket, twisting his body sinuously under the lights, he could hear the audience holding their breath.

While I kiss your neck and shoulders
No don't be afraid to show it off
I'll be right here ready to hold you

As the music ended and he turned his face to the side, showing his silhouette as the final notes faded, the lights dimmed and he was finally able to see into the audience as they cheered for him, louder than the response to any of the previous performances. He grinned, sketching a quick bow and jogging off the stage, returning to Xiao Zhan. Xiao Zhan’s eyes were dark as he stood, yanking Yibo in by his tie and smashing his lips against his.

“We’re leaving,” Xiao Zhan said in a voice thick with promise, but he stilled as Eden tapped on his wrist with a folded black lace fan.

“You can at least let me announce that your Yibo won the contest,” she said mildly. The elegant woman strode up to the stage, taking a microphone that seemed to appear out of thin air.

“Clearly, that last performance took our breath away,” Eden stated, “Xiao Zhan, thank you for bringing such a lovely gift.” Xiao Zhan bowed as the spotlight focused on him, gesturing to Yibo who preened at Xiao Zhan’s attention, his eyes glowing with pride. Both men couldn’t take their eyes off each other. “And the performance was by Wang Yibo, who I hope we all see more of,” she said. “Clearly he’s very talented.” There was more applause, and a man dressed in an exquisite silver vest and matching pants walked out, holding a box.

“Come here, please,” she beckoned to the two men, who finally broke their gaze, walking up to the stage hand in hand.

“I’m so pleased to give something so beautiful to someone so beautiful,” she said with a sweet smile, handing Yibo the box. He opened it and gasped. It was a black onyx ring shaped into a black lion head, holding an emerald in its mouth, and looked like more than Yibo would in make months. “Not even close to you,” Xiao Zhan murmured into his ear, his stomach tightening as the familiar heat returned. “I need you, Zhan-ge,” he whispered back in Xiao Zhan’s eyes, watching the man’s eyes heat as they both stood under the spotlight.

Xiao Zhan and Yibo both thanked Eden, walking off the stage with her and quickly giving their goodbyes under her knowing gaze. Xiao Zhan tugged Yibo as they both tried not to run, Xiao Zhan sending a quick message to his driver.

“You’re so fucking perfect, didi,” Xiao Zhan gasped, his nails raking lines down Yibo’s back as Yibo thrust into his tight heat in the back of the car during the ride home, the privacy window up between them and the driver.

“Only for you, gege,” Yibo panted, Xiao Zhan moaning as he bounced on Yibo’s cock. The younger man was absolutely wrecked under him, trying so hard to hold himself back.

“I’m not going to be able to let you go, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan warned, biting down hard on Yibo’s shoulder. Yibo cried out, thrusting harder and faster as Xiao Zhan did the same against him, them both wanting to leave their mark on the other while racing towards completion.

“Then don’t,” Yibo bit out, gasping as he felt Xiao Zhan’s muscles clench against him and warmth shoot over his chest from Xiao Zhan’s release. He finally was able to come with a shout, the orgasm ripping a sob from his swollen and wet lips as Yibo lost himself completely. He dropped his head against Xiao Zhan’s sweaty chest, spent.

Yibo felt something cool pushed onto his index finger and looked down at the ring he’d won. A sweet smile played on his lips as he yawned, surrendering in the struggle to keep his eyes open, the weight of Xiao Zhan’s hands on his back feeling like a comfortable blanket.

“Then I won’t,” Xiao Zhan murmured, Yibo already asleep in his arms as the car drove home.