Strings You Up (Tao/Zhou Mi)
strings you up | tao/zhou mi | nc-17 | 1,437 words | zhou mi and tao do beadplay
stadiumsea came up with the idea and I endorsed it and I don’t know if she’s writing it but I wanted to take a wild stab at it so. It might will be awkward
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Zhou Mi has Zi Tao lying on his stomach with his black T shirt bunched up and his pants and briefs down at his ankles. The hem of Zi Tao’s shirt is soaked with his saliva from chewing it in pent-up sexual frustration because Zhou Mi is calmly sitting next to him, slowly running a finger up and down his crack. Zi Tao cranes his neck to see a sort of a smirk on the older man’s lips, with an expression that looks like he’s reading a book and not stroking one of the most sensitive areas on his body. He’s been like this for three minutes and he’s already hard and his dick is pressed into his stomach, and all that from a touch. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle what’s next.
Zhou Mi senses Zi Tao is fit to burst already and leans over to whisper in his ear. “Hold on,” he murmurs. “We’re just getting started.” He applies more pressure, long fingers pressing near the younger boy’s entrance, but not enough to intrude. Zi Tao swallows a whimper and shifts slightly to ease the weight of his body off his erection.
Zi Tao has no idea what Zhou Mi has in store for him, and honestly the suspense and waiting and the touches are making him even more excited. His back muscles clench when Zhou Mi circles a finger around his entrance, wondering why he just won’t enter him or something because he’s getting impatient and he’d like to come now or something.
Then Zhou Mi stops suddenly, and the finger leaves and Zi Tao finds himself whining through his shirt, demanding more touches as Zhou Mi leans down into his bag to retrieve something. Here Zi Tao wonders why Zhou Mi is still fully clothed and here he is ¾ naked and spread out like a wanton whore in front of him. He wants to say “strip for me gege,” but he doesn’t want to take his shirt out of his mouth; he figures if he keeps it there he can concentrate on chewing on the fabric and not think about blowing his load. But seriously, he’s exposed; the air is stuffy and moist and it tickles his skin which makes him flush all over, and he’s starting to get self-conscious.
“Lovely skin,” Zhou Mi says suddenly, and Zi Tao’s face burns and he just buries his face into his pillow to hide it. “You’re so cute when you blush.” And his voice is so soothing, sweet and cheerful, as if they’re discussing a film they enjoyed and not the way Zi Tao’s skin reddened under pressure.
Then something smooth and bulbous hits the top of Zi Tao’s spine and the younger boy can’t help but jerk at the sensation. He tries to swivel his head to see what Zhou Mi has on his back but the older man pushes his head back to the pillow and Zi Tao just complies. He feels the object drag down his back slowly and from the texture it must be hard plastic, and it’s light as it trails against his skin. Is it a ball? It doesn’t register in Zi Tao’s mind even when Zhou Mi has the object to the curve of his ass and the object is resting between his cheeks. But then he hears the cap of a bottle of lubricant quickly open and hears Zhou mi squirt something in his palm, rubs the ball with the gel and takes the ball to his entrance.
Zi Tao quickly realizes; it’s not a ball.
His thighs quiver and his dick is already leaking as the hard plastic bead is pushed into his anus, and then he feels Zhou Mi pull at the bead lightly, but the pulling is ten times more intense when the bead is lodged in Zi Tao’s ass.
Anal beads, he almost breathes when Zhou Mi slowly pushes in another one, this one pushing the first one in and sliding up against Zi Tao’s inner walls and he’s gnawing on his shirt and clutching at sheets on the bed. Zi Tao has never had anything so hard inside him, and he can’t help but have his muscles clench around the hard plastic beads, mewling into his shirt when it sends this feeling mixed with discomfort and pleasure coursing up his spine and down his legs. He’s not prepared when Zhou Mi suddenly pushes two more beads at once, then he pulls one out, tugging at the string and it causes the three beads in him to shift, and Zi Tao can’t stop the canting of his hips and his mouth drops the hem of shirt and releases a full groans into the pillow. Zhou Mi continues this for several more times, push it in, tugging it out. Push and tug, push and tug, until Zi Tao loses count how many times he does push the bead back in and he thinks Zhou Mi has already inserted three more beads into him. His hand automatically reaches down to his cock and wraps his hand around himself, chafing his skin into the rough blanket. He’s moaning and chanting something unintelligible and he probably sounds incredibly right now but it doesn’t matter because Zhou Mi pushes one more bead into him and Zi Tao is over the edge right now.
“Not now,” Zhou Mi says quietly, one of his hands stilling Zi Tao’s hand. “You can’t come just yet.”
Zi Tao literally whines but Zhou Mi simply taps the back of his elbows, as if telling Zi Tao to get on his hands and knees. The younger boy complies, shakily propping himself on his elbows and panting hard.
“Look down.” Zhou Mi’s voice is soft but Zi Tao mechanically looks down between his legs.
One black bead hangs out of Zi Tao, dangling on a string and it almost looks comical. Every time Zi Tao moves he could feel the beads all bunched up inside him and he hisses.
“Pull them out,” the command comes out more like a whisper, but Zi Tao reaches down between his legs and experimentally tugs at the bead. Instantly the beads inside him shift once more and he keens at the sensation.
“One by one.” Zi Tao tugs harder, groaning breathlessly as one bead breaches out of his tightness, and then it slowly pops out of him and now two beads dangle below. The sight makes Zi Tao begin to reach for his cock once more but he fears his knees won’t support his weight if he doesn’t have at least one arm propping him up.
“Come on.” Zhou Mi speaks again, and Zi Tao can just see the slight grin on the older man’s face in his peripheral vision, and he tugs one the string again, moaning when another bead is pulled out and there’s three dangling. God, Zi Tao can barely take it anymore, his cock straining beneath him and leaking pre-cum from the red tip.
“Almost there.” Zi Tao sucks in a breath and tugs, this bead sliding out smoothly but it still doesn’t keep the moan from escaping his lips. He bites his lip and almost feels frustrated when he sees that there’s still another bead in him and god he’s not going to get release any time soon isn’t he?
“One more.” Zhou Mi’s voice melts in his ears and Zi Tao is already so close; to orgasm and to getting this damn bead out of him. He tugs once more and chances to move his free hand to stroke his cock, barely feeling the final bead slip out of him when after a few hard strokes he finally comes and he comes so hard he can feel something white-hot burn behind his eyelids. He groans hoarsely and slumps onto the bed, but not before looking down to see that he pulled four anal beads out of himself.
Zi Tao lies there, chest heaving and legs feeling like jelly. He almost forgets Zhou Mi is there until he feels that finger ghost over his entrance after a few minutes and he can’t help but moan.
“Let’s do that again, and this time, we’re going to keep them in.” Zi Tao can’t miss the unmistakable cheer in Zhou Mi’s voice.
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a/n- I'm going to assume this is how anal beads work idk I don't use them hell I don't understand sex toys in the first place
-why do they exist (so fangirls can write smutty stories and insert them into the orifices of boy band members)
-yes of course that's what it's for it's not for anything else
stadiumsea came up with the idea and I endorsed it and I don’t know if she’s writing it but I wanted to take a wild stab at it so. It might will be awkward
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Zhou Mi has Zi Tao lying on his stomach with his black T shirt bunched up and his pants and briefs down at his ankles. The hem of Zi Tao’s shirt is soaked with his saliva from chewing it in pent-up sexual frustration because Zhou Mi is calmly sitting next to him, slowly running a finger up and down his crack. Zi Tao cranes his neck to see a sort of a smirk on the older man’s lips, with an expression that looks like he’s reading a book and not stroking one of the most sensitive areas on his body. He’s been like this for three minutes and he’s already hard and his dick is pressed into his stomach, and all that from a touch. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle what’s next.
Zhou Mi senses Zi Tao is fit to burst already and leans over to whisper in his ear. “Hold on,” he murmurs. “We’re just getting started.” He applies more pressure, long fingers pressing near the younger boy’s entrance, but not enough to intrude. Zi Tao swallows a whimper and shifts slightly to ease the weight of his body off his erection.
Zi Tao has no idea what Zhou Mi has in store for him, and honestly the suspense and waiting and the touches are making him even more excited. His back muscles clench when Zhou Mi circles a finger around his entrance, wondering why he just won’t enter him or something because he’s getting impatient and he’d like to come now or something.
Then Zhou Mi stops suddenly, and the finger leaves and Zi Tao finds himself whining through his shirt, demanding more touches as Zhou Mi leans down into his bag to retrieve something. Here Zi Tao wonders why Zhou Mi is still fully clothed and here he is ¾ naked and spread out like a wanton whore in front of him. He wants to say “strip for me gege,” but he doesn’t want to take his shirt out of his mouth; he figures if he keeps it there he can concentrate on chewing on the fabric and not think about blowing his load. But seriously, he’s exposed; the air is stuffy and moist and it tickles his skin which makes him flush all over, and he’s starting to get self-conscious.
“Lovely skin,” Zhou Mi says suddenly, and Zi Tao’s face burns and he just buries his face into his pillow to hide it. “You’re so cute when you blush.” And his voice is so soothing, sweet and cheerful, as if they’re discussing a film they enjoyed and not the way Zi Tao’s skin reddened under pressure.
Then something smooth and bulbous hits the top of Zi Tao’s spine and the younger boy can’t help but jerk at the sensation. He tries to swivel his head to see what Zhou Mi has on his back but the older man pushes his head back to the pillow and Zi Tao just complies. He feels the object drag down his back slowly and from the texture it must be hard plastic, and it’s light as it trails against his skin. Is it a ball? It doesn’t register in Zi Tao’s mind even when Zhou Mi has the object to the curve of his ass and the object is resting between his cheeks. But then he hears the cap of a bottle of lubricant quickly open and hears Zhou mi squirt something in his palm, rubs the ball with the gel and takes the ball to his entrance.
Zi Tao quickly realizes; it’s not a ball.
His thighs quiver and his dick is already leaking as the hard plastic bead is pushed into his anus, and then he feels Zhou Mi pull at the bead lightly, but the pulling is ten times more intense when the bead is lodged in Zi Tao’s ass.
Anal beads, he almost breathes when Zhou Mi slowly pushes in another one, this one pushing the first one in and sliding up against Zi Tao’s inner walls and he’s gnawing on his shirt and clutching at sheets on the bed. Zi Tao has never had anything so hard inside him, and he can’t help but have his muscles clench around the hard plastic beads, mewling into his shirt when it sends this feeling mixed with discomfort and pleasure coursing up his spine and down his legs. He’s not prepared when Zhou Mi suddenly pushes two more beads at once, then he pulls one out, tugging at the string and it causes the three beads in him to shift, and Zi Tao can’t stop the canting of his hips and his mouth drops the hem of shirt and releases a full groans into the pillow. Zhou Mi continues this for several more times, push it in, tugging it out. Push and tug, push and tug, until Zi Tao loses count how many times he does push the bead back in and he thinks Zhou Mi has already inserted three more beads into him. His hand automatically reaches down to his cock and wraps his hand around himself, chafing his skin into the rough blanket. He’s moaning and chanting something unintelligible and he probably sounds incredibly right now but it doesn’t matter because Zhou Mi pushes one more bead into him and Zi Tao is over the edge right now.
“Not now,” Zhou Mi says quietly, one of his hands stilling Zi Tao’s hand. “You can’t come just yet.”
Zi Tao literally whines but Zhou Mi simply taps the back of his elbows, as if telling Zi Tao to get on his hands and knees. The younger boy complies, shakily propping himself on his elbows and panting hard.
“Look down.” Zhou Mi’s voice is soft but Zi Tao mechanically looks down between his legs.
One black bead hangs out of Zi Tao, dangling on a string and it almost looks comical. Every time Zi Tao moves he could feel the beads all bunched up inside him and he hisses.
“Pull them out,” the command comes out more like a whisper, but Zi Tao reaches down between his legs and experimentally tugs at the bead. Instantly the beads inside him shift once more and he keens at the sensation.
“One by one.” Zi Tao tugs harder, groaning breathlessly as one bead breaches out of his tightness, and then it slowly pops out of him and now two beads dangle below. The sight makes Zi Tao begin to reach for his cock once more but he fears his knees won’t support his weight if he doesn’t have at least one arm propping him up.
“Come on.” Zhou Mi speaks again, and Zi Tao can just see the slight grin on the older man’s face in his peripheral vision, and he tugs one the string again, moaning when another bead is pulled out and there’s three dangling. God, Zi Tao can barely take it anymore, his cock straining beneath him and leaking pre-cum from the red tip.
“Almost there.” Zi Tao sucks in a breath and tugs, this bead sliding out smoothly but it still doesn’t keep the moan from escaping his lips. He bites his lip and almost feels frustrated when he sees that there’s still another bead in him and god he’s not going to get release any time soon isn’t he?
“One more.” Zhou Mi’s voice melts in his ears and Zi Tao is already so close; to orgasm and to getting this damn bead out of him. He tugs once more and chances to move his free hand to stroke his cock, barely feeling the final bead slip out of him when after a few hard strokes he finally comes and he comes so hard he can feel something white-hot burn behind his eyelids. He groans hoarsely and slumps onto the bed, but not before looking down to see that he pulled four anal beads out of himself.
Zi Tao lies there, chest heaving and legs feeling like jelly. He almost forgets Zhou Mi is there until he feels that finger ghost over his entrance after a few minutes and he can’t help but moan.
“Let’s do that again, and this time, we’re going to keep them in.” Zi Tao can’t miss the unmistakable cheer in Zhou Mi’s voice.
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a/n- I'm going to assume this is how anal beads work idk I don't use them hell I don't understand sex toys in the first place
-why do they exist (so fangirls can write smutty stories and insert them into the orifices of boy band members)
-yes of course that's what it's for it's not for anything else