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Zhuo Yichen hated Zhao Yuanzhou.

He really does or so he thought.

He felt annoyance bubbled in his chest whenever he sees Zhao Yuanzhou's face. He wanted to run Yún Guāng Sword through the monkey's face and end the hatred once for all.

But he didn't expect to have Zhao Yuanzhou lying underneath him, sprawled out with his hair laying around his head in long silver and black tresses.

Zhuo Yichen sat on Zhao Yuanzhou's abdomen, leaning down with Yún Guāng Sword pressed up against Zhao Yuanzhou's chest. The flat side of the sword laid heavily in between them but more so on the white ape yāo's chest.

Zhuo Yichen wasn't sure how they ended up like this. One moment they were walking down the hallways of Zhuo Yichen's home. The next moment, Zhao Yuanzhou had pulled Zhuo Yichen into a dark corridor, causing them to trip and fall into each other.

"Xiao Zhuo daren," Zhao Yuanzhou groaned, slowly blinking his almond shaped eyes with a teasing glint in them. "I didn't know you liked to have your prisoners in such a position."

"It was you who dragged me in here, you stupid monkey," Zhuo Yichen hissed. "I should skewer you with Yún Guāng right now."

"You can try. I do hope you would go through with your threat, Xiao Zhuo," Zhao Yuanzhou teased and Zhuo Yichen suddenly pressed Yún Guāng harder against Zhao Yuanzhou's chest.

The sudden low groan coming from Zhao Yuanzhou was surprising. Zhuo Yichen froze, glancing at the blade and up at Zhao Yuanzhou's face. The white ape yāo immediately clamped his mouth shut, eyes widening at his own escaped sound.

Zhuo Yichen dragged Yún Guāng across Zhao Yuanzhou's chest, letting the tip of the sword lightly nick Zhao Yuanzhou's clothes. The stiffness coming from Zhao Yuanzhou was unexpected.

A hidden deep feeling in Zhuo Yichen grew. It started from his abdomen and crept up to his chest. He wanted to see Zhao Yuanzhou come undone from just his sword dragging across naked flesh.

"Xiao Zhuo daren," Zhao Yuanzhou gasped out with a little tone of warning. "What are—"

Zhao Yuanzhou's mouth fell open when the tip of Yún Guāng Sword slit his clothes open. The sword was used to part Zhao Yuanzhou's clothes until his naked chest was seen.

"Zhuo Yichen," Zhao Yuanzhou hissed. He could have easily pushed Zhuo Yichen off but he didn't.

He watched Zhuo Yichen lay the cold sword on his chest. The low hum and blue glow glowed from the contact of Zhao Yuanzhou's skin.

Zhuo Yichen tipped the blade slightly, pressing it against Zhao Yuanzhou's chest. He dragged it across the skin, watching it dipped and formed an indentation on the skin. A strange feeling bloomed in Zhuo Yichen's chest. The need to see Zhao Yuanzhou suddenly marked in Yún Guāng's indentations all over his skin.

Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes fluttered close at the feeling. His lips parted open, letting out a soft groan. He breathed through his nose, letting his chest heaved with air and almost jolted when another drag of the blade was made. He shivered visibly, feeling the tip of Yún Guāng Sword dig into his skin. He paused, swallowing hard and made sure it didn't nick him.

Zhuo Yichen tilted his head to one side, observing Zhao Yuanzhou's expression.

Parted lips, a faint flush was growing on pale skin. Eyes that seemed to be glazing over with some kind of emotion. Chest heaving with air and Zhuo Yichen lightly dragged Yún Guāng over Zhao Yuanzhou's erect nipples.

He wasn't expecting a jolt. Hips bucking upwards and Zhao Yuanzhou threw his head back with a loud gasp.

Zhuo Yichen instinctively moved back, leaning away and lifted Yún Guāng Sword up. He froze. Something was poking him from behind and Zhao Yuanzhou's breathing was erratic.

Zhuo Yichen pressed back, feeling a hardness poking the dip of his ass. A red flush bloomed on his cheeks and Zhuo Yichen swallowed hard.

Zhao Yuanzhou was hard.

It was a foreign feeling for Zhuo Yichen. He knew what sexual feelings were but he wasn't expecting Zhao Yuanzhou to be hard from dragging his sword against Zhao Yuanzhou's body.

"Don't move," Zhuo Yichen shakily said, swallowing again and placed Yún Guāng Sword on Zhao Yuanzhou's collarbone. "If you do, there is no guarantee that I won't hurt you."

Zhao Yuanzhou chuckled. "Oh Xiao Zhuo. I might take a great delight if it was you hurting me."

Zhuo Yichen shifted, feeling his own cock slowly growing hard as well. But he ignored it, tilting Yún Guāng again. He dragged Yún Guāng down, making new indentations and lines on Zhao Yuanzhou's naked skin.

Curves and straight lines started to appear, like painting on a paper. It left marks that would fade over the hours but for now Zhuo Yichen started to like the sight of it.

Zhao Yuanzhou's breath was shaky. His eyes was closed and he bit his bottom lip hard.

The sensation was driving Zhao Yuanzhou in a different kind of madness. He can't buck his hips up either, feeling Zhuo Yichen's weight on his abdomen.

His nipples became perky. An obvious sign He was enjoying this. He almost flinched from the sudden coldness on one of his nipples.

The edge of Yún Guāng Sword pressed lightly onto one nipple. The pain Zhao Yuanzhou felt should have made him shiver in fright, for how dangerous it was but it only made him feel more excited.

The feeling of standing between life and death. One wrong move and blood would spill. His hard cock twitched in his pants. He felt his inner pants soaking whatever precum he was making.

Heavy and wet.

If Zhuo Yichen shift lower, he would feel how wet and hard Zhao Yuanzhou really is.

A soft whimper escaped Zhao Yuanzhou's lips when Yún Guāng Sword's coldness disappeared. He felt the blade rest across his upper abdomen.

A light press of the sword made his stomach flutter.

Zhao Yuanzhou almost arched his back when the sword moved across his skin. He moaned, swallowing hard when Zhuo Yichen repeated again.

His upper abdomen had a slightly deeper indentation. A line could be seen and Yún Guāng Sword shifted to run down from the middle of Zhao Yuanzhou's collarbone down to his chest.

It was following the path; a way to hurt him if Zhuo Yichen flip Yún Guāng to cut into him.

Zhao Yuanzhou clenched his hands into a tight fist. The more Zhuo Yichen dragged Yún Guāng over his body, the more Zhao Yuanzhou felt he was tipping over the edge.

The final drag of Yún Guāng Sword across Zhao Yuanzhou's throat; a show of slitting it, was the tipping point for them.

Zhao Yuanzhou arched his back, bucking his hips upwards and cried out with a low moan.

Zhuo Yichen pushed back, feeling a burst of wetness behind him. He could figure what it meant.

Another moan fell from Zhao Yuanzhou's lips and Zhuo Yichen pushed himself off from Zhao Yuanzhou's body.

He kept Yún Guāng Sword away, turning around with a flick of his hair. He shifted his clothes, hiding the obviousness in his pants. Zhuo Yichen wanted to lie to himself that he wasn't interested but he felt hard from watching Zhao Yuanzhou cum. He needed to cool off or tend to his situation in his pants.

"Don't let anyone see what a mess you are," Zhuo Yichen muttered, stomping away but Zhao Yuanzhou could see the stiffness in his walk.

Zhao Yuanzhou sighed, covering his face with one hand and chuckled lightly. He shifted, feeling his pants sticking to him and grimaced at the feeling.

Zhuo Yichen was right. He was a mess.

He pushed himself up, watching his half torn clothes fall from his arms.

"Xiao Zhuo, Xiao Zhuo," Zhao Yuanzhou whispered. "I liked this pair a lot," he pouted.

He got up, pulling his clothes over and quickly made his escape back to his borrowed room. He has a mess to clean up after all.

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Zhao Yuanzhou knew letting Li Lun live would be a bad idea. He knew letting Li Lun get close to Zhuo Yichen was also a bad idea.

He should have known that the two yāos getting together with him would be a very bad idea.

In other words, anything with Li Lun and Zhuo Yichen in the mix was a bad idea.

Like his current situation where all of them were in Peach Blossom House. In Zhao Yuanzhou's bedroom.

Zhao Yuanzhou sat in front of Li Lun with his back resting on the pagoda tree yāo's clothed chest. Zhuo Yichen sat in front of Zhao Yuanzhou, dressed completely in his clothes, and concentrated on forming a small water tower into ice.

Zhao Yuanzhou watched the water freeze over into a solid long and thick rod. The width of the rod was the size of Zhao Yuanzhou's forefinger.

"Why am I the only one naked between the two of you?" Zhao Yuanzhou complained, trying to close his legs but Li Lun gripped his thighs in a strong grip.

"You wanted to try a little test," Li Lun said, pulling Zhao Yuanzhou's thighs further apart. "It wasn't me who teased a certain someone for you to be punished like this."

"I only made a comment of how hot it was today," Zhao Yuanzhou said, eyeing the frozen rod of ice. "Xiao Zhuo, what are you going to do with that?"

Zhuo Yichen glanced up with a cool look in his eyes. He picked up a heated warm metal thin rod that was soaking in a bowl of hot water.

Zhao Yuanzhou leaned further back into Li Lun's chest, eyeing the rod with trepidation.

"Xiao Zhuo," Zhao Yuanzhou called out again and Zhuo Yichen sighed loudly. "I didn't mention anything about a test, so what are you both trying to—" Zhao Yuanzhou suddenly gasped when the warm metal touched his chest.

The heat transferred to his skin making it feel warm and gradually grew hot with each passing second. The metal was eventually pulled away and the ice rod was immediately placed on the same spot.

Zhao Yuanzhou cried out, pressing back into Li Lun from the sudden coldness.

"No! No, stop!" Zhao Yuanzhou cried out, trying to kick away but Li Lun's grip was strong.

"We haven't even started anything yet," Zhuo Yichen said, shifting to sit properly and nodded at Li Lun. "Will you be a good monkey for us?"

Zhao Yuanzhou refused to answer, waiting for either one of them to do something. He felt pagoda vines wrapping around his thighs and arms before spreading him wide open.

His limp cock was put on display and Zhao Yuanzhou did not like the feeling of being exposed like this. He felt it was unfair.

Zhuo Yichen handed the warm metal rod to Li Lun.

Zhao Yuanzhou's chin was grasped and his head was tilted up.

Li Lun captured Zhao Yuanzhou's lips in a kiss that was neither sweet or bruising. It felt like a moment of comfort until he gasped into the kiss. The sudden sensation of freezing cold touching his nipples made his mind froze over.

It was too cold and his nipples became erected and perky. He wanted to shy away but Li Lun's grip on his chin and his back to Li Lun's chest prevented him from escaping.

The cold was removed and warmth bloomed on his nipples. A whine, loud and painful, escaped from Zhao Yuanzhou's covered lips. He waned to move, to push away but he couldn't at all.

The warmth was dragged over to his chest, trailing down the middle. It left a trail of warmth. Coldness followed next, chasing after the warmth.

Li Lun pulled away from the kiss, dragging the warm rod further down until it touched Zhao Yuanzhou's abdomen. Zhuo Yichen wasn't far behind, concentrating in making a wet trail.

The warm rod was pulled away, leaving its cold twin behind until Zhuo Yichen carefully and lightly drew a wet cold trail on Zhao Yuanzhou's limp cock.

Zhao Yuanzhou cried out loudly. His voice bounced off his room walls. He bucked his hips upwards to push Zhuo Yichen away but Li Lun wrapped an arm around his waist to restrained him.

"It's cold," he whined.

"This will make you feel better," Li Lun said, dragging the warm rod over Zhao Yuanzhou's cock.

Zhao Yuanzhou's mind blanked further.

The two temperatures were a stark different. It made his body shiver from both the warmth and cold.

He took shaky breaths, letting both temperatures play with his cock. He moaned when his cock was grasped in a cold hand. The tip of his cock head was teased with the cold rod and the base of his cock was drawn with warmth.

Zhao Yuanzhou swallowed hard, feeling his body trying to adjust to the different temperature at the same time. His eyes fluttered closed when kisses were laid against his throat and a hand teased his nipples.

Sensations were growing over him and it made his cock grow hard. It plumped up nicely in Zhuo Yichen's hand.

The coldness was transferred to Zhao Yuanzhou's inner left thigh. It felt like a wet paintbrush was painting a picture using his skin as a canvas.

Li Lun did the same to his other thigh, pouring a bit of yāo energy into the rod to heat it up. It grew hotter and Zhao Yuanzhou was starting to feel dizzy from the temperature change.

Each drag of the rods on either of his thighs seemed to heightened his senses. Sparks of pleasure confused him and it made him harder than before.

He moaned loudly, titling his head back with each invisible pattern painted on his inner thighs.

It set his nerves on fire.

His hard cock throbbed in Zhuo Yichen's hand and the dragon yāo suddenly placed the cold rod onto Zhao Yuanzhou's hard cock.

It twitched visible.

Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes snapped open. He cried out with a startled cry, trying to scuttle away from the cold. It didn't work when Li Lun's arm stopped him again.

The heated rod was placed on the other side of Zhao Yuanzhou's cock, mirroring its twin. Wetness grew on Zhao Yuanzhou's cock as the heat from his body was slowly melting the ice.

Zhuo Yichen seemed unbothered by it. He ran the tip of the rod up and down on Zhao Yuanzhou's cock, driving the sensation to level where Zhao Yuanzhou was whining.

Only the room was their witness to this act.

Li Lun pulled the hot rod away, leaning back to let Zhuo Yichen play with their lover. He drew warm patterns on Zhao Yuanzhou's back, watching the skin slowly turned red from the temperature.

Zhuo Yichen leaned forward, taking Zhao Yuanzhou's lips in an apologetic kiss.

Zhao Yuanzhou kissed back, eager to savour Zhuo Yichen's kisses but his mind blanked out further when the cold rod continued to tease him.

The cold rod was switched to warm and Zhao Yuanzhou groaned loudly into the kiss. He tilted his head back, breaking the kiss. He fell backwards until his back hit Li Lun's chest.

Li Lun's scent of pagoda flowers drew Zhao Yuanzhou to bury his nose into Li Lun's neck. He was greedy, breathing in his scent to ground himself.

Zhuo Yichen kissed a trail up along Zhao Yuanzhou's chest, drawing wet cold lines over Zhao Yuanzhou's side.

Zhao Yuanzhou's cock twitched with precum pearling at the tip. A hot thumb swiped over the cock head and another pearlescent precum beaded again.

Li Lun tapped Zhuo Yichen's shoulder, halting the kisses and Zhao Yuanzhou whined at the loss. The two yāos spoke with their eyes.

Zhuo Yichen handed Li Lun the cold rod. With both rods in Li Lun's hand, he grinned at what he would do.

Li Lun wrapped his hand around Zhao Yuanzhou's hard cock with each rod on either side.

Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes snapped open. He choked on his voice when the first drag of Li Lun's hand on his cock made him buck.

The two different temperatures gather on his cock drove him to a sudden tipping point. Li Lun stroked him and Zhuo Yichen reached up to kiss Zhao Yuanzhou.

Each stroke with the rods made Zhao Yuanzhou's toes curl. The temperature pushed Zhao Yuanzhou to cum all over Li Lun's hand after a few strokes.

Zhao Yuanzhou cried out into the kiss, bucking upwards and Li Lun stroked him through his orgasm until Zhao Yuanzhou was pulling away from the kiss.

"Stop, stop!" Zhao Yuanzhou begged but Li Lun continued to stroke him furiously.

Zhuo Yichen pulled Zhao Yuanzhou's face back towards him. He kissed him furiously until the cold rod melted into cold water.

Zhao Yuanzhou cummed again with a force that made his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He slumped against Li Lun's chest and Li Lun caught him.

"Zhao Yuanzhou?" Zhuo Yichen called but received no response.

"We might have gone slightly overboard," Li Lun said, glancing at Zhao Yuanzhou.

Zhuo Yichen raised an eyebrow.

"Might? We probably did but we should clean him up." Zhuo Yichen was pulled up by the locks of his hair and he kissed Li Lun in greeting.

"I might just want to do this with you," Li Lun purred and Zhuo Yichen's eyes glowed with excitement.

"That can be done."

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Wen Xiao sat in the library, hiding from Zhao Yuanzhou's attempt to flirt with Zhuo Yichen. She felt second hand embarrassment from watching Zhao Yuanzhou but at least she wasn't his interest.

She touched her throat, rubbing it in hopes of soothing the dull ache. She remembered feeling Zhao Yuanzhou's fingers wrapped around her throat, squeezing it as he was controlled by the malicious energy on the day they performed the Star Formation ritual.

A few days later, Li Lun did the same thing to her too in Huaijing Valley.

She huffed, thinking the two Great Yāos have a thing for choking her.

Wen Xiao sighed, flipping open one of the books in front of her. She tried to read, to distract herself but the words seemed to not register into her mind. She stared at the page, rubbing her throat until a gentle touch touched her shoulder.

Wen Xiao jerked in her seat, banging her knees against the low edge of the table. She hissed in pain, glancing up and found Pei SiJing frowning at her in worry.

"Pei jiejie," Wen Xiao smiled, pain forgotten at the sight of the other woman. "What are you doing here?"

"A certain yāo is chasing a certain commander," Pei SiJing said, taking a seat next to Wen Xiao. "You've been staring at the same page for hours. Is there something on your mind?"

Wen Xiao blinked at few times. "Pei jiejie, have you been watching me?" She teased.

The tips of Pei SiJing's ears turned red. She looked away in slight embarrassment but said nothing.

Wen Xiao giggled and rubbed her throat again. It caught Pei SiJing's gaze and she narrowed her eyes. Pei SiJing gently grasped Wen Xiao's chin, tilting her head up to examine Wen Xiao's throat.

Wen Xiao obediently followed, waiting for Pei SiJing to finish her examination. She didn't expect to feel a brush of fingers against her throat.

A light touch of fingers trailed down the column of her throat. Wen Xiao shivered before she suddenly gasped quietly.

Pei SiJing pulled her fingers away, dropping Wen Xiao's chin.

"There's nothing wrong with your throat. Did Zhao Yuanzhou say something to you?" Pei SiJing asked and Wen Xiao shook her head.

"No, it's just that…I can't get the feeling of their fingers around my throat away. It felt like I was being choked by them," Wen Xiao explained, feeling the need to tell Pei SiJing.

A low hum.

"Maybe it's just them. What if it was someone else?" Pei SiJing asked and Wen Xiao looked curiously at her. "If you have a reaction to someone choking you, then we know but if you don't have a reaction then it's probably just them that is the issue."

"Zhao Yuanzhou is always the issue. Li Lun included."

Pei SiJing's lips quirked up in a small smile. "We can test the theory out."

Wen Xiao studied Pei SiJing. Her doe like eyes glanced at Pei SiJing's painted red lips before darting back up to meet her eyes. Wen Xiao felt a small bubble of excitement grow in her chest.

Unable to contain her excitement, she nodded and Pei SiJing surged up like the huntress she was.

Fingers, slender and long with rough callousness on the finger pads wrapped around Wen Xiao's throat. The action should have terrified Wen Xiao but it didn't.

The Baize Goddess glanced up to meet Pei SiJing's eyes, gazing into them with a deep trust.

Pei SiJing flexed her fingers, shifting until she found a comfortable grip. Her fingers felt the fluttering pulse and she pressed hard on it. She squeezed Wen Xiao's throat, making sure to gauge Wen Xiao's resistance but the Baize Goddess melted into her touch.

Wen Xiao's mouth parted slightly. Her breath was soft and light. She heard static filling her hearing and her vision tunnelled down to just Pei SiJing. Everything else seemed to melt away.

Wen Xiao took a sharp breath, feeling her lungs expand and Pei SiJing squeezed her throat again. It didn't cut her air off but it made something in her grow wet.

Pei SiJing released her throat, allowing Wen Xiao to suck air in greedily. Wen Xiao gulped air like a starving person and Pei SiJing repeated the process again.

Her breath was cut but still flowing.

Pei SiJing leaned closer, eyes darting to Wen Xiao's own pink lips. She shifted her grip, pressing on the pulse and felt it beat hard and fast.

"Wen Xiao," Pei SiJing softly called.

She released Wen Xiao's throat and Wen Xiao gasped again.

"Pei jiejie," Wen Xiao breathlessly said and Pei SiJing shivered from the sound. "Again, please."

A dark glint gleamed in Pei SiJing's eyes. She hummed and nodded. Her fingers eagerly wrapped around Wen Xiao's throat and she squeezed again. The pulse thundering beneath her touch made her feel in control and Wen Xiao's legs squeezed together.

Pei SiJing crowded Wen Xiao, pushing her against the low table. She forced the other woman to lie down, guiding her with her grip on her throat.

The sensation was gone and Wen Xiao breathed deep and heavy. She laid on top of the table with Pei SiJing hovering above her. Their eyes met, glazed with a deeper want and need.

"Will anyone come in?" Pei SiJing asked quietly and Wen Xiao shook her head.

"It's usually me in here," Wen Xiao answered and Pei SiJing nodded.

"Good."

Pei SiJing pressed her whole weight onto Wen Xiao. She caught Wen Xiao by her throat, squeezing it and captured Wen Xiao's lips in a deep searing kiss.

Wen Xiao's eyes fluttered close and she wrapped her arms around Pei SiJing's neck and shoulders. She pulled the other woman down and Pei SiJing had to release her grip on Wen Xiao's throat.

They kissed like nothing else mattered and Wen Xiao moaned into Pei SiJing's lips. When they pulled away, Pei SiJing saw her own lipstick staining Wen Xiao's lips. It painted a light red and Pei SiJing wanted to kiss her again.

"How did that feel?" Pei SiJing asked, still resting her weight on Wen Xiao and feeling Wen Xiao's breasts pressing against her own.

"Different," Wen Xiao answered honestly. "If it's you…"

"I know," Pei SiJing answered immediately and she kissed the woman below her.

"Pei jiejie, there's a hidden corner in the library that no one can see us…if we were to take it further." Wen Xiao hinted with a suggestive glint in her eyes.

Pei SiJing sighed through her nose but it did make her feel excited too. Her answer was to pull Wen Xiao up. The light giggle made her smile and Wen Xiao dragged Pei SiJing into a dark corner where they resumed their experiment.

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Bing Yi trailed fingers down Ying Long's naked back. His omega laid on top of his office table with legs parted open. He held Ying Long's nape, forcing him to lie still.

He teased Ying Long's cunt with a little dark blue device. The shape was an egg shape, the size of a quill's egg. A wire was attached to one end and the other end was a controller. The same controller that had a main controller sitting on Bing Yi's desk.

"You've been teasing me nearly all day, Ying Long," Bing Yi said, pushing the vibrator up into Ying Long's cunt. "Just because you are my mate, doesn't mean my patience with you won't run out."

Ying Long laughed but he choked a moan when Bing Yi finally pushed the egg vibrator deeper into his cunt.

"As punishment, you are going to wear that for the whole night," Bing Yi whispered into Ying Long's ear. "There's a gala we have to attend and I hoped you can remain compose for the entire time."

Ying Long shivered. "Bing Yi, my love," he purred, feeling his neck being released.

He pushed himself up, looking over his shoulder to smile sweetly at his mate.

"I don't think this is needed," Ying Long said, standing up and pulling his underwear up. "A vibrator, really?"

Bing Yi hummed and he smirked. "I do hope you can remain composed."

Ying Long raised an eyebrow. He pressed a kiss to Bing Yi's cheek, picking up his fallen shirt and headed to their bedroom through the joint door.

They have a gala to attend and they got ready for it. Ying Long carefully shifted the vibrator until he felt comfortable wearing it. He strapped the controller to his thigh with one of the garter belts and slipped his dress pants on.

He wore a black hanfu jacket over a crisp white silk button up shirt. He left a few buttons undone and wore one of the necklaces Bing Yi gifted him. He slipped on his favourite bracelet, the kind that can turn into a weapon. Earrings adorned his ears and he finally stepped out of the room.

Bing Yi waited for him, dressed in a crisp black and white suit. He offered his arm and Ying Long slipped his around it.

"You look lovely," Bing Yi commented and Ying Long pinched his side.

"Except for the vibrator in me. Are you seriously letting me wear it as we head out?"

"I told you. Punishment, my love."

"Let's go before I decide to just stay at home."

"I prefer that too."

Ying Long chuckled, pulling Bing Yi along.

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The gala was boring as ever, Bing Yi thought, nodding emptily at whoever was talking to him. His grey blue eyes gazed at his mate, listening to a group of omega mates in one corner.

Ying Long laughed softly at something, holding his champagne glass in one hand.

Bing Yi slipped his hand into his pants pocket, feeling his fingers brushed against the remote. He felt for the round button. He pressed it once and watched as Ying Long froze mid laugh.

Bing Yi almost smirked, nearly breaking his image but he hid it by sipping on his champagne. He quickly pressed the button once more, stopping the vibrator and Ying Long almost sagged.

"Are you alright, Mr Ying Long?" Someone asked, noticing his pinched expression.

"Oh, I'm quite alright. Just a little bubble caught in my throat," Ying Long lied and the others chuckled.

Bing Yi pressed the button again, watching how Ying Long suddenly tensed up. His mate was holding his fake smile, clutching tightly on the neck of his champagne glass.

Another click of the button and the vibrator was turned off.

Ying Long excused himself, handing his champagne glass to a passing waiter. Bing Yi's eyes followed after his mate and left the chatting group with a polite nod. He followed Ying Long like a shadow, keeping one hand in his pocket.

He watched Ying Long slipped into the bathroom and immediately pressed a long hold on the controller. He entered the bathroom casually, locking the door. He heard one of the stalls slamming shut suddenly.

A choked muffled sound came from behind the closed door.

Bing Yi leaned against the side with a lazy look in his eyes. "Ying Long," he called, tracing the button with a light touch. "Are you alright?"

"F-fine!" Ying Long stuttered.

"Really?" Bing Yi pressed the button with a longer hold and a low groan was heard. "Is your composure breaking?"

He pressed the button again, stopping it and a soft relieved sigh was heard. He grinned.

The door clicked open and Ying Long stepped out with a glare. Bing Yi took in his appearance. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes that seemed to have dilated a bit and Bing Yi glanced down. He could see a faint outline of Ying Long's cock hardening.

Bing Yi glanced up. Ying Long grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out.

"Stop it," Ying Long hissed. "I could hear the damn thing vibrating just now."

Bing Yi raised an eyebrow. "I did mentioned it was your punishment."

Ying Long rolled his eyes, pushing Bing Yi's hand away. "Fuck you. I haven't eaten yet and you're going to make me ruin my underwear." He adjusted his pants and headed for the sink.

He washed his hands before fixing his hair. He splashed some cold water to cool his flushed cheeks.

"It's a good excuse to leave," Bing Yi said, coming up to stand behind Ying Long. "I rather eat you as dessert."

"You're insufferable," Ying Long said, turning to face Bing Yi. "Horny alpha."

"Teasing omega. Think you can last until after dinner itself?"

"What are you doing to do?"

Bing Yi didn't say anything. He pressed a kiss to Ying Long's temple and pulled away. Ying Long quickly dried his hands and face. He chased after his mate. He doesn't trust what he would do and Bing Yi chuckled, feeling Ying Long loop his arm around his.

Bing Yi unlocked the door and their mask as the Zhuo family fell easily.

Dinner went well, as everyone would say, except for one person.

Ying Long was stiff in his seat. He chewed his food fast. His jaw was tensed. Bing Yi could see the tension in them. A vein was visible pulsing at the bottom of Ying Long's jaw.

Bing Yi ate his food, watching Ying Long with a knowing gaze. He had purposely pressed the vibrator on with a short press ever since Ying Long sat down and dinner was served.

Others chatted and laughed.

Ying Long had to maintain his composure and smile. He chuckled at whoever said something, reaching for his drink. His fingers tightened around the glass neck, almost breaking it.

Bing Yi took a slight mercy when he noticed Ying Long shifting in his seat. He pressed the button again, turning off the vibrator.

Ying Long's grip relaxed and he drank his champagne. He side eyed Bing Yi but chose not to comment.

The night progressed without any other event and Bing Yi was growing bored at each passing minute. Ying Long has not left Bing Yi's side, keeping a tight grip on Bing Yi's arm.

He knew Ying Long was just preventing Bing Yi from turning the vibrator on. It took a while for Ying Long to calm down and Bing Yi's scent was slowly turning to annoyance. Ying Long glanced at him.

Ying Long suddenly tugged on Bing Yi's arm, giving their current audience a small smile.

"Forgive us gentlemen, but we have to return home now. My mate has an important meeting tomorrow," Ying Long said and promptly dragged Bing Yi away without a look back.

Their car drove up and they quickly left. Bing Yi pulled on his tie, loosening it once they were in their room. He sighed in relief.

Ying Long headed for their dressing room, unclasping his necklace and kept it away along with the earrings and bracelet. At least there wasn't any bloodshed like every other gala. Ying Long was about to slip his jacket off when a sudden intense vibration was felt in his cunt.

He gasped out loud, jerking once before collapsing hard onto the floor. His limbs twitched and his cock was hard. Slick started to ooze from his cunt and Ying Long leaned forward to press his forehead against the cool glass of their wardrobe.

"Bing Yi!" Ying Long whined loudly, closing his eyes shut. "Stop it."

The vibration turned up even higher and Ying Long couldn't hold his voice back anymore. He cried out loud, arching his back just as he suddenly cummed. All the teasing, the build up of pleasure throughout the night came rushing all at once.

"Bing Yi," Ying Long moaned, shivering as his underwear grew wet with slick and cum.

Bing Yi finally appeared, holding the controller. He knelt beside Ying Long, tucking a lock of hair behind Ying Long's ear. He glanced at the large growing wet stain in Ying Long's pants and back up at Ying Long's flushed look.

"Your composure broke," Bing Yi said, turning the vibrator off and Ying Long slumped forward. "A pity."

Ying Long glared at him but he also saw the bulge in Bing Yi's pants. "I'm not the only one who lost composure," he pointed out and Bing Yi hummed.

Bing Yi leaned closer, nipping Ying Long's ear lobe. "I haven't had dessert yet. I've been waiting for a while to enjoy it."

Ying Long shivered from Bing Yi's low tone. He moaned and peered up through his eyelashes.

"Your dessert is waiting."

Bing Yi grinned, wrapping his fingers around the back of Ying Long's head and pulled him down for a deep and wet kiss. He was going to enjoy his dessert now and tossed the controller somewhere behind him.

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Zhuo Yichen discovered something about Zhao Yuanzhou he never expected to have. All the years he's been together with his boyfriend(s), he's never known of this particular side of Zhao Yuanzhou.

It was somewhat accidental—or not.

He watched their bedroom door slammed shut after Zhao Yuanzhou made his escape from Zhuo Yichen. Their milk tea drinks were forgotten on the table and Zhuo Yichen leaned back into his chair with a contemplated look.

He pulled his phone out and dialled a number on speed dial. It rang for two rings before the line was instantly picked up.

"Is the house burnt down?" Li Lun's voice came through the receiver, slightly sleepy sounding.

"Not yet," Zhuo Yichen replied, picking up his milk tea drink. "Did you know Zhao Yuanzhou has a thing for praises?"

There was a pause before Zhuo Yichen heard sheets rustling. He probably caught Li Lun lying in bed since he had gone overseas for a business meeting. His boyfriend was either taking a nap or it was night time at this hour. Somewhere between the two.

"Praises?" Li Lun asked, sounding more awake. "What kind of praises?"

Zhuo Yichen toyed with his straw. "Simple ones like 'Good boy' or something."

There's was a loud snort and Zhuo Yichen heard pillows being flattened. He could imagine Li Lun propping himself up on a multiple pile of pillows. He missed his boyfriend right now.

"Turn the video on. I want to see you."

Zhuo Yichen eagerly switched the call to a video call. Li Lun's face appeared, propped up against a stack of white pillows. It looked soft and Zhuo Yichen could guess it was one of those luxury hotels, Li Lun was staying in.

"So where is he now?" Li Lun asked, leaning his head in one hand and grinned at Zhuo Yichen in greeting.

"Hiding in our bedroom. Probably in the toilet," Zhuo Yichen glanced at the closed door before sipping on his drink. "He looked embarrassed about it."

"As far as I know, he usually deflects any type of praises. We both know how he really is," Li Lun commented. "What did you do exactly?"

Zhuo Yichen hesitated, chewing on his straw to avoid answering.

"Zhuo Yichen," Li Lun's voice sounded stern and Zhuo Yichen stopped chewing. "Don't ruin your pretty lips like that."

"I swear the two of you are ganging up on me when I do this."

Li Lun shrugged one sidedly. "So, the answer?"

"I may have…" Zhuo Yichen trailed off, trying to think of his answer, glancing once more at the closed door and back at Li Lun. "Said how good he was in completing a task."

"And? There's definitely more than just telling him that."

"…" Zhuo Yichen sighed, slumping into his seat and drank a long and hard sip of his drink. "I kissed him…" Li Lun raised an eyebrow. "On the back of his nape while saying that."

"And he bolted?" Li Lun sounded confused and Zhuo Yichen shook his head.

"I also told him I wanted to fuck him when he was good at taking all of me last night." Zhuo Yichen blushed, avoiding Li Lun's gaze.

Li Lun's other eyebrow joined with its twin. It was more surprising to hear Zhuo Yichen say that instead of Zhao Yuanzhou. Something flickered in Li Lun's gaze that wasn't seen before he hummed.

"Do it," Li Lun said. "I want to watch you praise him. I want to see his reaction."

Zhuo Yichen looked at the door, tapping his finger on the table top. "That can be done."

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Zhao Yuanzhou was definitely not hiding from Zhuo Yichen. No, he wasn't. He was just hiding on top of the bed with one of Li Lun's jacket covering his head.

He had a hand pressed to his mouth in an attempt to cover his voice. He glared at the erection he was sprouting by the obvious bulge in his pants. He couldn't believe he grew hard from Zhuo Yichen praising him.

For sucking him off the night before and how Zhuo Yichen wanted to fuck him too.

He let out an involuntarily muffled whine. He pressed his hand harder against his mouth, stopping himself.

The bedroom door opened. He froze, sinking further down to hide. The door closed quietly. There were some sounds of things being shifted on their shelf. The bed dipped and Zhao Yuanzhou heard the sheets rustling.

Li Lun's jacket was pulled off from his head. Zhao Yuanzhou scrambled to grab it. He glanced up to find Zhuo Yichen watching him with a light amusement in his eyes.

Zhao Yuanzhou looked away, avoiding his boyfriend's gaze when his chin was caught. His face was forced to turn, meeting Zhuo Yichen again until his lips were captured in a hard kiss.

Zhao Yuanzhou moaned into the kiss. Fingers trailed on his side, eliciting little twitches of Zhao Yuanzhou's muscles before palming Zhao Yuanzhou in his pants.

Zhuo Yichen broke the kiss to lay a trail of butterfly kisses. "You have no idea how beautiful you look," Zhuo Yichen whispered a praise, feeling Zhao Yuanzhou hardened beneath his palm.

"Xiao Zhuo…" Zhao Yuanzhou mumbled, shifting away but Zhuo Yichen's grip on his chin prevented him from moving.

"It's so easy to make you like this, my good little boy."

Zhao Yuanzhou moaned, shaking his head and dislodging Zhuo Yichen's grip. He shivered as more kisses were placed on his throat. He doesn't know why Zhuo Yichen started saying those things to him.

"You get so wet for me. You drive me mad and I'm fucking hard because of you."

A little gasp when Zhuo Yichen cupped Zhao Yuanzhou through his pants. The outline of his hard cock was visible. There was a faint wet spot growing at the top and Zhuo Yichen rubbed him.

"Look how wet you are. I could spend all day just fucking you in bed. Do you want that?" Zhuo Yichen whispered against Zhao Yuanzhou's collarbone and pulled on the shirt's collar with his teeth before dropping it.

Zhao Yuanzhou whimpered. The praises or whatever it is, is making him so hard and wet.

"Beautiful. Laid out like this for me to see. Only for me," Zhuo Yichen said, pressing his palm against Zhao Yuanzhou's erection before slipping his hand into Zhao Yuanzhou's pants.

"Xiao Zhuo," Zhao Yuanzhou moaned Zhuo Yichen's name.

"Whenever the sunlight hits you, you look so beautiful…like someone out of a xianxia show," Zhuo Yichen purred.

Zhao Yuanzhou bucked his hips upwards and into Zhuo Yichen's hand. He pressed his back against the soft pillows. His toes started to curl in when Zhuo Yichen stroked him slowly.

"You drive me mad, Zhao Yuanzhou," Zhuo Yichen whispered hotly into Zhao Yuanzhou's ear. "So damn sexy and I love how you taste…so good."

"Xiao Zhuo!" Zhao Yuanzhou cried out, arching his back and Zhuo Yichen kissed him hard just as he stroked Zhao Yuanzhou harder and faster.

"You did such a good job cleaning me up last night," Zhuo Yichen said against Zhao Yuanzhou's lips. "With your pretty little mouth."

What's with Xiao Zhuo today? Zhao Yuanzhou thought but his mind blanked out when Zhuo Yichen's thumb swiped against his cock head. Oh, that felt good.

"Xiao Zhuo," Zhao Yuanzhou whined needily, breaking the kiss. "Please."

"Do you want to cum?" Zhuo Yichen asked, slowing his pace to stroke Zhao Yuanzhou slowly.

He felt how much precum was spilling onto his hand. He's really wet.

"Please," Zhao Yuanzhou begged with tears in his eyes.

Oh, he's so pretty like this. Zhuo Yichen thought, giving in to bring Zhao Yuanzhou to a climax.

"If you cum when I tell you, you can ride me tonight while Li Lun watches us," Zhuo Yichen said and Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes widened. "Wouldn't you like that, my pretty needy boy."

Zhao Yuanzhou nodded immediately, unable to stop the need to obey Zhuo Yichen. His toes curled in tightly.

Zhuo Yichen hummed, stroking him faster until Zhao Yuanzhou was bucking his hips up. A sign he was very close.

"Cum for me, my pretty boy."

Zhao Yuanzhou screamed out in pleasure. He pressed his back against the pillows. Hips thrusted up into Zhuo Yichen's tight grip just as he cummed. A choked cry fell from his lips. He was shaking, limbs twitching when Zhuo Yichen slowly stroked him after his orgasm, milking him until his cock was sore and pulsing emptily.

Zhuo Yichen pulled his hand out, looking at his cum stained hand. He glanced at Zhao Yuanzhou sinking deeper onto their bed, legs falling open and blinking sleepily. His underwear was so wet, soaking his cum.

"What do you think?" Zhuo Yichen asked and Zhao Yuanzhou frowned.

Zhao Yuanzhou sluggishly looked up, spotting a white ear bud in one of Zhuo Yichen's ear. Zhuo Yichen wasn't looking at him but at the shelf next to Zhao Yuanzhou.

Zhao Yuanzhou followed Zhuo Yichen's line of sight. He froze at the video of Li Lun watching them through the phone. Their other lover waved at him and his mouth moved.

"Yea, he does have a praise kink," Zhuo Yichen said, rolling off from the bed. "Might be fun when you return home."

"You two…" Zhao Yuanzhou mumbled, glancing between them before groaning softly. "Fuck, you planned this?"

"No. It was just a little experiment."

"Then all those things you said…is from Li Lun?"

Zhuo Yichen shook his head. "A combination of us both. I only repeated what he told me to tell you."

"Which is yours?"

Zhuo Yichen smirked. "You'll find out tonight when you ride me. That's if you can last long enough without breaking from the praises."

Zhao Yuanzhou covered his face, feeling mortified and excited at the same time. With Li Lun watching them and him riding Zhuo Yichen, and praises whispered to him, he might not last long enough to know.

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Zhao Yuanzhou waved goodbye to Wen Xiao and the rest of their friends. He watched them leave, stumbling through his front door. They yelled out a chorus of happy birthday to him, giggling and waving enthusiastically.

He chuckled at them. As much as he loves them, he is exhausted from the surprised birthday party they threw for him.

He wanted to curl up in bed, snuggled up with his boyfriends and sleep for the whole day. But he has a mess to clean up.

The front door closed shut with the automatic lock locking. Zhao Yuanzhou headed back to the living room. There wasn't much of a mess to be honest. Just a simple sweep of the floor and fluffing the pillows up.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his waist and Zhao Yuanzhou giggled when a kiss was pressed to the side of his head. He turned to find Li Lun gazing at him.

"Happy birthday," Li Lun said and Zhao Yuanzhou kissed him again.

"Xiao Zhuo?" Zhao Yuanzhou asked, looking for their other lover.

"Washing the last few dishes. Leave the sweeping for the robot cleaner to do."

Zhao Yuanzhou contemplated on turning the robot cleaner on. He loves that little thing, always amused by how it would get stuck and beep loudly to alert them.

"There's still a present left for you to unwrap," Li Lun pointed out to a black box sitting innocently on the coffee table.

"I can open it tomorrow," Zhao Yuanzhou pointed out, kissing Li Lun's cheek. "I just want to lie in bed with you and Xiao Zhuo."

"Wen Xiao said to open it today," Zhuo Yichen said, coming out from the kitchen. "She was insistent that I remind you."

Zhao Yuanzhou was curious now. Any gift from Wen Xiao ranges from being considerate to pure shame. He's thinking his birthday present is swinging towards shameful more than considerate.

He nodded, feeling Li Lun releasing him. Li Lun left to start wiping the table and giving the floor one sweep over before they turn on the robot cleaner.

Zhao Yuanzhou sat on the sofa, examining his present. It was light and the wrapper felt expensive. He grew curious. Whenever Wen Xiao gifts them, it's usually something expensive in a way. He ran a hand over the wrapper before tearing it apart.

A white box sat on his lap with a card stuck to it.

Something to spice up your nights.

It was signed by Wen Xiao with an added little smiley face at the end.

Zhao Yuanzhou huffed an amused laugh. He knew it landed on indecency and flipped the cover open. He immediately slammed the cover back on and accidentally kicked the coffee table.

That woman! Zhao Yuanzhou's mind screamed as a red blush covered his cheeks.

"Zhao Yuanzhou?" Zhuo Yichen called, frowning in concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Zhao Yuanzhou's voice took a higher pitch and cracked at the end.

Li Lun eyed the box. He took in Zhao Yuanzhou's red cheeks, the crumpled form of the box cover and Wen Xiao's written message. Li Lun strode over, snatching the present despite Zhao Yuanzhou's loud whining.

He opened the cover, taking in the contents and closed it slowly. Zhuo Yichen couldn't even take a peek and eyed it with a narrowed gaze. Li Lun handed the present back.

"Put it on." Li Lun jerked his chin at the their bedroom. "All of it."

Zhao Yuanzhou gaped at him. "You're not serious?"

Li Lun nodded seriously. "All of it," then he grinned. "Zhuo Yichen and I will be waiting."

Li Lun shooed Zhao Yuanzhou away and Zhuo Yichen frowned at him. He looked confused and Li Lun kissed him sweetly.

"You and I might enjoy this," was Li Lun's answer and Zhuo Yichen was even more confused.

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Zhao Yuanzhou stared at the open box in the bathroom. He couldn't believe Wen Xiao got him this kind of gift. She actually bought him lingerie. Women's lingerie.

He felt it was a joke but Wen Xiao does take their jokes a little bit further when she knew she could make it happen.

He wonders how Pei Sijing copes with her wild girlfriend. He sighed, picking up the piece of clothing and even found a matching set of panties.

The material was light and hardly covered anything. Is this what women wear? He's beginning to think whoever designed it though it would be 'sexy'.

He held it by the garments straps, thin and ribbon like. Sheer clothing covered the front. It was purely see through despite the red colour. The front had twin ribbons stuck on the thin straps and a clip sat in the middle of the straps. An easier way to unclip the garment.

Li Lun would have a field time flipping the clip open.

Zhao Yuanzhou grimaced, rethinking he should throw it away but he remembered Li Lun's gaze was dark and heavy when he told him to wear it.

He sighed again, telling himself to just do it.

"Fuck it," he scolded himself, finally stripping from his clothes and stared at the lingerie.

He unclasped the clasp first, watching it fall open like a jacket. He slipped it on, feeling the soft material glide over his skin. He can understand slightly why women buy lingerie.

It was soft to touch. He tried to clip the clasp back on, finding the lingerie fitted him nicely. He suspected Wen Xiao had his measurements because the nightdress was tailored for him.

He picked up the lacy panties, fiddling with the silky material. It was hardly a panty with just a thin triangle shaped cloth with thin straps used to hold it.

The back wasn't even better. Just a thin strip of strap that doesn't cover anything but his butt line.

If he ever sees Wen Xiao, he would throttle her next time.

He slipped the thong on, finding it uncomfortable at first. The soft material was cool on his soft cock. He managed to tuck to his cock into the thong, fluffing up the front of the nightdress and fiddled with the bows.

He took a look at himself and blushed immediately.

He gave himself a silent pep talk and strode to the bathroom door. He hesitated, tightened his hand around the door handle. He took a deep breath, opening the door just enough to poke his head through.

He caught sight of Zhuo Yichen lying on their king size bed, typing on his phone. Probably texting Wen Xiao or his brother. Li Lun was nowhere in sight and that made Zhao Yuanzhou worried.

Zhuo Yichen glanced up by instinct, spotting Zhao Yuanzhou peeking through the door. He frowned in worry, pushing himself up from the bed.

"Zhao Yuanzhou, what's wrong?" Zhuo Yichen asked, about to head over when the bathroom door was wrenched open.

"Wait no!" Zhao Yuanzhou scrambled to grab the handle but Li Lun stood in front of him.

The older man was silent, staring down at Zhao Yuanzhou and the night dress. He smirked at the dark red nightdress, reaching up to run a finger over the ribbon strap.

Li Lun didn't say a word, stepping aside to let Zhuo Yichen see. Their younger lover's eyes widened in shock.

Zhao Yuanzhou tried to cover himself but the material was so transparent it hardly covered anything. He felt self conscious all of a sudden. The thong was bulging in front, trying to hide his cock and he shivered from the cold aircond.

"Wen Xiao does know how to pick the good stuff," Li Lun commented, heading over to their bed.

He peeled his shirt off, tossing it into the laundry basket.

Zhao Yuanzhou stepped out fully dressed in the lingerie. He stopped in front of Zhuo Yichen who was still silent.

"Xiao Zhuo, say something," Zhao Yuanzhou whined, feeling embarrassed.

"Can we fuck you in that?" Zhuo Yichen blurted out and Li Lun burst out laughing.

Zhao Yuanzhou gaped at him. "What? Why are you—" He glanced down to see Zhuo Yichen was hard. "Oh."

A red flush decorated Zhuo Yichen's cheeks. He closed his eyes, counted to ten but failed to calm himself when he opened his eyes. It wasn't just his imagination then, finding Zhao Yuanzhou was still dressed in that.

"Fuck it," Zhuo Yichen cursed, grabbing Zhao Yuanzhou's arm and dragged him to bed. "I owe Wen Xiao for this."

Zhao Yuanzhou was tossed haphazardly. He bounced once before being kissed hard all of a sudden. Zhuo Yichen was fierce in his kissing, grabbing hold of Zhao Yuanzhou's hips and dragged him down.

The see through material bunched up, parting away like a window curtain. Zhuo Yichen placed his hand against Zhao Yuanzhou's naked abdomen, rubbing a thumb against the skin.

Zhao Yuanzhou felt Li Lun shift to sit behind him. Li Lun pulled one side of the dress open, admiring the material.

An arm, thick and strong wrapped around Zhao Yuanzhou's waist and lifted him up to be seated in Li Lun's lap, breaking the kiss between Zhuo Yichen and him.

Zhao Yuanzhou felt Li Lun's hard cock rubbed against the thin strap of the thong. Ah, he's gotten both his lovers very aroused. He felt the wet cock head rest against the thin gutter strap.

Li Lun moved Zhao Yuanzhou and his cock slid up against Zhao Yuanzhou's clothed back. A streak of precum was left against the material. Shiny and obvious.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous in this," Li Lun whispered harshly and Zhuo Yichen stripped himself from his clothes. "You would look so good being fucked open by us in that."

Zhao Yuanzhou moaned. His cock hardened too until the tip was seen peeking through the top of the thong. He pushed back against Li Lun's cock and jolted when Zhuo Yichen touched him through the thong.

Zhao Yuanzhou gasped. His eyes fluttered closed. Li Lun rutted behind him before pulling a condom packet by his side. He ripped it open with his teeth, sliding the material out.

"Zhuo Yichen, here," Li Lun said, rolling the condom onto his cock and tossing a packet to him.

Zhuo Yichen shifted until he sat in front of Zhao Yuanzhou. His own hard cock was on display, dripping with precum, looking very eager to be used. He ripped the packet open and rolled the condom onto his own cock.

"You'll get your wish to sleep in tomorrow," Li Lun said, slicking his fingers up with their favourite lube.

Watery and smelt like cucumbers.

Zhao Yuanzhou could only nod, moving to present himself for Li Lun. He leaned forward, parting his legs open and lifted his hips up. He heard a low growl before he felt the thin strap was pushed aside and a finger slipped into his hole.

He moaned loudly, pressing his face into the bed. He shuddered when two more fingers were added in. Li Lun thrusted his fingers, stretching Zhao Yuanzhou open while Zhuo Yichen stroked himself and petted Zhao Yuanzhou's head.

Li Lun pulled his fingers out, nodding at Zhuo Yichen and tossed the lube at him. He slicked his own cock up, lifting Zhao Yuanzhou higher by his hips to align his cock to the slightly loose rim.

Li Lun pushed in easily, moaning at the tightness.

Zhao Yuanzhou cried out, pushing back to make Li Lun go faster. His head was tilted up. Zhuo Yichen kissed him in comfort until Li Lun fully bottomed out.

Li Lun started to thrust first, setting a hard pace. He pounded hard and deep. He liked how the sheer material fell over Zhao Yuanzhou's sides, framing his curves. It was a beautiful sight to see. He glanced up to find Zhao Yuanzhou's mouth was busy with Zhuo Yichen's cock.

Pretty slick lips wrapped around Zhuo Yichen's cock, sucking hard with Zhuo Yichen breathing out a soft moans.

Li Lun's thrusting made Zhao Yuanzhou's head bobbed on Zhuo Yichen's cock. It brought him deeper until his nose was buried in Zhuo Yichen's black curls.

Zhao Yuanzhou's moans was muffled but the groans and whispered, "Fuck, yes" and "shit," was Zhao Yuanzhou's indication the other two were enjoying it.

The panties were starting to feel wet. Zhao Yuanzhou reached down to feel the material soaking his precum. He slipped his hand into the panties, stroking himself and groaned in ecstasy that sent vibrations through Zhuo Yichen's cock.

"Ah, ah!" Zhuo Yichen cried out, grabbing Zhao Yuanzhou's head and thrust his hips up.

He cummed first, filling the condom with his cum. Zhao Yuanzhou was freed and his mouth fell open to voice out his pleasure.

Li Lun's pace flattered when he was close. He gave a few more deep thrusts. He pulled Zhao Yuanzhou, forcing him to arch against Li Lun's chest. His fingers found the clasp and like Zhao Yuanzhou predicted, Li Lun flicked it open easily.

The dress parted, falling from Zhao Yuanzhou's shoulders. The straps were caught against Zhao Yuanzhou's arms and stayed as Li Lun continued to pound into him.

Zhuo Yichen reached down to pull Zhao Yuanzhou's hand out from the panties and took over instead. He furiously stroked Zhao Yuanzhou.

"Gods, fuck, fuck!" Zhao Yuanzhou screamed out.

Zhao Yuanzhou shook his head, rutting into Zhuo Yichen's hand until a thumb swiped against his cock head. It was enough to make Zhao Yuanzhou cummed immediately.

Zhuo Yichen surged forward, devouring Zhao Yuanzhou's mouth with a deep and wet kiss. Zhao Yuanzhou's screams were muffled, being eaten like a sweet fruit. Li Lun groaned as he cummed into the condom. It filled with his cum and Zhao Yuanzhou wished they didn't wore it.

He wanted to feel Li Lun filling him up and Zhuo Yichen's salty cum on his tongue. Zhao Yuanzhou felt like a mess. His cum has started to soak the panties and it felt slippery and wet. He was slowly lowered own to the bed, gently laid down.

Li Lun pulled his cock out and released Zhao Yuanzhou. Zhuo Yichen also released Zhao Yuanzhou's cock before pressing one last kiss and getting off from the bed. He headed to their bathroom, retrieving a wet cloth and tossed the soiled condom away. Li Lun did the same, tossing it into the waste basket and laid back down.

Zhao Yuanzhou refused to move, twitching when he felt his cock throbbed slightly.

"If I had known this would turn you both on," Zhao Yuanzhou hoarsely said, jolting when Zhuo Yichen started to clean him up. "I should have told Wen Xiao to bought this years ago."

Zhuo Yichen sighed. "Don't give her any ideas," he warned and pulled Zhao Yuanzhou up to cuddle him underneath the blankets.

Zhao Yuanzhou whined about the dirty lingerie. Zhuo Yichen sighed, reaching down and peeled the wet panties off. A relief sigh and a clean underwear was given to him. Zhuo Yichen was meticulous in dressing him but they kept the nightdress on. Zhao Yuanzhou finally snuggled into Zhuo Yichen's hold.

Li Lun grabbed his phone, pulling up a private message with Wen Xiao.

'Devious woman,' he texted. Can't believe you bought him that. When did you even get his measurements?

I take it you enjoyed the gift? She texted back. You're welcome. It was Xiao Jiu actually. Remember that one time he used Zhao Yuanzhou for some body study when you didn't want to do it.

I remember. Li Lun remembered that day, opening his front door and finding Bai Jiu holding a measuring tape around Zhao Yuanzhou's half naked body.

Yup! I recorded it for Xiao Jiu. Wen Xiao replied and Li Lun can imagine her gleeful look.

Send me the site you bought it from and his measurements.

Wen Xiao sent a giggling emoji and a thumbs up. A link was sent along with some measurements.

Li Lun kept his phone away, already deciding to buy a few more lingerie sets. He's going to enjoy dressing Zhao Yuanzhou up in other designs and met Zhuo Yichen's knowing gaze from above Zhao Yuanzhou's head.

They probably won't be leaving the house when it happens. Maybe they could buy some accessories too.

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Zhuo Yichen gasped loudly before he lurched forward. The ropes tied around his arms in half knots and overhand knots were tight and felt right. Another rope was looped around his forearms, creating a crisscross section with a granny knot.

A half hitch knot was used to change the ropes direction, making a running line down his arms that ends with a full turn friction knot. It continued through, around his wrists that ends with a two half hitches knot.

He felt the knots and ropes dig into his skin but more so was the way his hole was being used.

Li Lun grunted loudly, pounding his hips in a fast pace. His cock kept knocking against Zhuo Yichen's prostate like an endless loop. It made Zhuo Yichen shiver and clenched around Li Lun's cock.

Zhuo Yichen's mind blanked out, feeling his body grow hotter with pleasure. He wanted to refuse this onslaught of pleasure but he grew hungry; begging for more.

He wanted it to continue but he also wanted to push Li Lun down. A hand snaked around his throat with two fingers splayed underneath his chin. They forced his head to tilt upwards, creating a curve for Li Lun's hand to rest on.

"Breathe."

Zhuo Yichen suddenly sucked in a deep breath. He didn't realized he was holding until Li Lun commanded him.

He moaned loudly. Li Lun's dominant command sank into him like what a submissive would feel. But Zhuo Yichen isn't a submissive.

"Such a needy dominant you are," Li Lun muttered, keeping his pace up. "With Zhu Yan out of the home, it's just you and me."

"Please," Zhuo Yichen begged.

His inner thighs were slicked with oil. His rim was drenched with it along with Li Lun's overflowing precum. His cock stood hard, dripping heavily with precum until a little puddle was forming below it.

He hasn't cummed in the last twenty minutes or so. It was driving him mad with the need for a release.

"Do you want to cum?" Li Lun asked, leaning down to nip on Zhuo Yichen's ear lobe. "Use your words."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

Zhuo Yichen whined. His weeping cock bounced with every hard thrust. A trail of precum smeared on his chest didn't help from the angle he was in. Hips propped up with his chest pressing down.

Li Lun holding onto the thick ropes in one hand and the other was on Zhuo Yichen's throat. The angle would have tire a normal human but they weren't human after all. Li Lun's roots had latched onto the ropes on Zhuo Yichen's body, leaving the dragon yāo half suspended in the air.

"Yes, please let me cum." Zhuo Yichen begged loudly, closing his eyes.

He felt his cock throbbed painfully and wept even more. A thin flow of precum dribbled down to the bed sheets again, joining the puddle and making it bigger.

Li Lun slowed his pace before halting. He breathed hard, staring down at Zhuo Yichen's back and ropes. A loud whine, needy and desperate, made Li Lun grinned.

He leaned down, pressing his chest against the warm back, feeling the ropes touch his skin. He released Zhuo Yichen's throat to grasp his hard cock. He was in a teasing mood. He glided his hand over the wet cock, slicking it up even more with Zhuo Yichen's precum.

"Are you close?" Li Lun asked, slowly stroking Zhuo Yichen.

The dominant dragon yāo nodded, pushing his hips forward to try and rut into Li Lun's hand. Li Lun hummed, stopping his ministrations and held Zhuo cock.

"Fuck into my hand," Li Lun commanded.

Zhuo Yichen moved as he was told. He fucked into Li Lun's hand, smearing precum and oil together. He mewled loudly. Eyes fluttering close when he hit his first orgasm since they started. Cum shot up high, splattering against Zhuo Yichen's chest and drenching Li Lun's hand.

Zhuo Yichen continued to fuck into Li Lun's loose curved hand. The wet slide made it pleasurable.

"Stop."

Zhuo Yichen stilled from the command. He shook his head, wanting to continue but he couldn't disobey the command. Li Lun pressed a kiss to his back.

"Stay still for me. I haven't cum yet," Li Lun muttered hotly against Zhuo Yichen's back. "I will fill you up."

Zhuo Yichen made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. He tried to hold himself still, wanting to please his dominant when Li Lun renewed his thrusting.

Slick sounds grew louder in the room. Zhuo Yichen's prostate was pounded into, shooting running sparks of pleasure up his spine. He panted against the sheets before biting into it. He thought he couldn't be hard but his cock became eager again. It grew plump in Li Lun's hand; he never took it off.

A tight squeeze encircled Zhuo Yichen's cock and in return, Zhuo Yichen clamped down on Li Lun's. They both moaned but Li Lun's moan was lower and longer. It sounded more of a guttural groan.

Zhuo Yichen was wet again. Even wetter than before. He was beginning to feel dizzy. The feeling of his prostate being abused and the tight grip on his cock almost made him cum again. He bit hard on the sheets, drooling too.

Li Lun's hard rhythm stuttered when he was close. He gave a few more thrusts, bringing himself to the edge and tipped over. He moaned when he spilled deep in Zhuo Yichen's hole. Hot and wet. It filled Zhuo Yichen with a warmth he hasn't felt in a while.

"Cum for me," Li Lun commanded and Zhuo Yichen's mind short circuited as he cummed on command.

Zhuo Yichen's orgasm ripped through his body for the second time. It came in waves. Ropes of semen that wouldn't stop coming. Each throb made more and more. He hasn't experienced this before and he didn't know if it would stop.

He kept cumming. It felt like an endless loop and Li Lun wasn't helping. He thrusted lazily into Zhuo Yichen's, tapping against his prostate that sent electricity pleasure through him.

Zhuo Yichen bit harder. He drooled even more. His cock wept until he stopped cumming. Each aftershock made his limbs shake but Li Lun didn't stop. The other dominant carried on, dragging another orgasm out from Zhuo Yichen.

"Can you cum for me again?" Li Lun asked, nipping against Zhuo Yichen's nape. "One more?"

Zhuo Yichen shook his head. He can't. He knew he couldn't but his body betrayed him with an eagerness it had. His cock was still hard. It continued to weep.

"I know you can." Li Lun stroked him.

Zhuo Yichen tugged hard on the ropes and bed sheets. He whined loudly, shivering with pain. Pleasure was slowly turning into pain and he wanted it to stop. But his cock refused to listen to his own mind, having a need of itself.

It drooled all over Li Lun's drenched hand. Each slide and a swipe of a thumb against his plumped cock head, Zhuo Yichen bucked hard. He whimpered.

His cock suddenly pulsed, as if cumming again but nothing came out. It wept even more of precum, dribbling white and transparent cum.

"Shhh, you can do it," Li Lun said, giving a few more lazy thrusts until he cummed too. "Fuck, you're squeezing me. Do you want to make me cum again?"

Zhuo Yichen's whole body was trembling. His cock was overstimulated for another orgasm. He couldn't do it. He felt he couldn't and he's going to disappoint his dominant.

"One more and I'll stop," Li Lun whispered. "Just breathe and cum."

Zhuo Yichen released his bite on the bedsheets. Li Lun suddenly lifted him up to his knees and pumped his cock hard and fast. Zhuo Yichen took in a large gulp of air before he screamed in ecstasy.

His third and last orgasm tore through his body. It rippled like water rippling on the surface. His cock painfully pulsed, shooting out a watery spray of cum. Zhuo Yichen arched his back, pushing against Li Lun's hold and thrusted his hips up.

A slow drag of Li Lun's hand on his cock; throbbing with each slide. Zhuo Yichen panted for air, gasping like a fish fighting for air on land.

"Zhuo Yichen," Li Lun murmured, kissing Zhuo Yichen's cheek. "You did so well for me. So very good."

The praise made Zhuo Yichen mewled weakly. Li Lun pulled his cock out and released Zhuo Yichen's aching and throbbing cock. His limbs twitched from the stimulation. His muscles felt tense but his cock still continued to twitch; an illusion of still cumming.

"Well done," Li Lun praised, tugging on a knot and the ropes came undone.

Zhuo Yichen's arms were free but he felt weak and wet. He collapsed into Li Lun's awaiting arms and closed his eyes.

He was exhausted.

Sleep sounded good, really good. And Zhuo Yichen sighed tiredly, feeling a faint kiss to the side of his head. His dominant instincts settled nicely.

He just hoped Zhao Yuanzhou doesn't find them in a mess like this. Their submissive would be displeased by it but Zhuo Yichen didn't care…for now.