the encouragement of revenge
the encouragement of revenge
Lay/Luhan
PWP; NC-17
1,904 words.
Yixing wakes up tied to the bed-frame one morning. Luhan waltzes in and has his revenge.
Inspired by this gif.
Yixing can’t feel his arms. Or his legs.
This is not a good way to wake up, he thinks to himself, and cracks open his eyes to see exactly why he can’t feel his appendages. It takes a while to sink in, but when it does, Yixing groans and glances down his body - yup, he’s naked.
Naked and tied to the bedframe, with his arms raised above his head and his legs splayed open, morning erection rather embarrassingly obvious to the first person who walks in the door.
He’s tugging at his wrist restraints, hoping the cloth will give way, when Luhan slips inside and clicks the door shut. Luhan’s wearing a small, secret smile by the time he arrives next to Yixing’s bed, and Yixing’s suspicions come into full bloom. “Luhan,” he says, exasperated. “Why’d you tie me up?”
“Good morning to you too,” Luhan coos. “Did you like my surprise?”
The fact that Luhan very obviously ignored his question does not escape Yixing; rather, it makes him laugh. How like him. “Okay, yes, it was nice, very surprising. But you can untie me now, right? I’m sure you took some pictures already. You can blackmail me into doing your chores later, but just let me up.”
“Nope! Not letting you go just yet. I’m not finished with you.” Luhan smiles, and for the first time, Yixing notices a chair next to the bed, and his laptop turned on and opened to a paused porn video on top of the nightstand near his head. He’s distracted by Luhan’s erection when Luhan decides to take off his clothes - so much so that when Luhan plops down into the chair, he’s confused.
But then Luhan turns to give him a radiant smile, and Yixing feels his cock being teased by one light finger. Oh. So that’s what it’s going to be this morning.
His hopes are dashed, and he’s left even more confused when Luhan settles comfortably back into his chair, angles the laptop so that both he and Yixing can see the screen, and props his feet on top of the nightstand. “I hope you like the video,” Luhan says, sweetly.
The porn video just so happens to star his favorite actress and his favorite kink. Wielding natural, well-shaped boobs that were made for being decorated with come, she arouses Yixing to the point of pain every time he watches something she’s in, and Luhan knows that, knows it as well as he knows his own favorites.
Clearly, Luhan is exacting some sort of revenge by refusing to let Yixing jerk himself off.
Because he’s having no such compunction about jerking himself off, and the sight of Luhan working his cock, bottom lip clamped between his teeth and cheeks slowly reddening as the video winds to a close, tantalizes Yixing so much that he finds himself trying to pull his legs close together enough that he could touch his balls with his thighs, giving himself just a little bit of friction.
Luhan suddenly stops and glances over at Yixing; he laughs to himself before moving down to tighten the shoelaces tying his feet to the bedposts. “That’s not happening, Yixing,” he chides. “Where’s the fun in letting you come now?”
“Oh, so I will come?” Yixing drolly asks. “And here I thought I would be forced to watch you masturbate.”
Once again, Luhan just simply smiles. “No, you’ll come.” Reaching down to thumb the drops of precome leaking from Yixing’s cock - making his hips arch in the process - he softly adds, “Eventually.”
“Luhan.”
“Hm?”
“Please let me go. It’s almost been two hours now.”
“No.”
They’re watching the fourth video in Yixing’s collection now, and Luhan has migrated from the chair to between Yixing’s legs, occasionally either trailing his fingers up Yixing’s leg to the bottom of his cock and down again, or reaching over to play with Yixing’s nipples. Whatever he ends up doing, Luhan makes sure he doesn’t brush against Yixing’s cock in any way.
“Please?” Yixing wheedles. He’s about to start panting, and a light sheen of sweat has covered his body. Luhan is faring little better, as he hasn’t touched himself at all either since they first started.
Shaking his head, Luhan withdraws his hand from Yixing’s balls and moves off the bed; Yixing can feel a groan about to come out of his mouth when Luhan lies down next to him, fitting his body to Yixing’s, and rests his head on his chest. When Luhan’s tongue darts out to trace around his nipple, Yixing groans.
Luhan looks up. “You’re too loud.” He shifts his body and leans up enough to cover Yixing’s mouth with his.
It’s a welcome relief from the pounding in his cock, and so Yixing focuses fully on Luhan’s mouth, tongue outlining the outside of Luhan’s lips, playing with the slight scar on the bottom. He’s always liked the scar, and the first time he’d asked Luhan where he’d gotten it, he hadn’t believed his explanation of a fight. But then he saw how fiercely Luhan could fight when provoked enough, and he’d believed it.
The scar was the most sensitive part of Luhan’s lips, and every time they kissed, Yixing would focus the majority of his attention there, causing Luhan to ramp up the kissing, the foreplay. This time though, Luhan just laughs against his mouth and draws away, whispering, “Watch the video, Yixing.”
“Why should I?” Yixing whines. “I’m aroused enough, please stop torturing me.”
Luhan hums a refusal against Yixing’s jaw as he slowly works his way across to Yixing’s ear.
“No, Luhan, no no no, don’t -”
Too late.
Luhan’s tongue licks the cartilage, and Yixing can feel his toes curling, back arching, moan ripping from his throat - his cock gets even harder than it’d been, and he’d thought there was no way he could have gotten any harder. Luhan draws his earlobe into his mouth, breathing hotly into his ear, and Yixing goes silent. He knows where Luhan’s going, and he’s simultaneously dreading it and wishing Luhan would go faster.
The soft kiss against his throat makes Yixing curl into himself, arousal and adrenaline threading together to drive him crazy, and when Luhan trails his tongue down to his collarbone, laving the hollow with several sweeps of his tongue, Yixing starts panting.
Lifting his head, Luhan contemplates Yixing for a second before he starts laughing, eyes crinkling and his entire body shaking the bed. “I’m sorry about what I’m going to do next,” he teases, “but not really. Not sorry enough to change my mind, at least.”
For the next half hour, Luhan traces his way across Yixing’s body with his tongue, stopping here and there to pump Yixing’s cock once or twice before returning to his neck or the inside of his elbow. Luhan covers his fingers in lube before he begins to play with Yixing’s ass, and when he decides to do so, he’s lightly biting Yixing’s neck, right hand toying with his earlobe, his body lying heavily on top of Yixing’s to keep him from bucking.
Yixing closes his eyes and moans at the first touch, and he welcomes the stretch of Luhan’s forefinger, the slight pain mixing together with the sensations of Luhan’s mouth and right hand on his body to form a heady cloud of arousal, blurring his mind until he no longer knows what’s going on. He suddenly feels his hips being tilted up with a pillow, and he arches his hips, ass pulling Luhan’s finger deeper into his body. He whines when Luhan’s finger withdraws.
A soft chuckle drifts into his mind before it’s completely wiped blank: Luhan’s mouth finally covers his cock, and the heat and suction cause him to buck wildly before Luhan releases him with a pop and says, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.”
There is no way Yixing will remain sane if Luhan stops, so he tenses himself, forcing his body into a quivering mass of arousal. He’s rewarded when Luhan closes his hand around the bottom of his cock, lips at the crown - one swift motion, and most of his cock is in Luhan’s mouth. The combined feelings of Luhan’s throat swallowing him and his hands playing with his balls are enough to draw a loud groan from him.
Suddenly, Luhan stops. Yixing’s eyes pop open, and he looks incredulously at him. “Luhan?”
“Yep, I’m stopping,” Luhan says breathlessly. He gets up, eases the chair over, and sits down quite heavily. His face is red, temples damp from sweat, cock leaking precome. “Let’s continue watching, shall we?”
Yixing hadn’t even noticed that the video had finished.
Nothing on his laptop screen is registering in his brain. All he knows is Luhan’s hand, pumping up and down on his own cock, and the sporadic swear words dropping from his lips as he begs Luhan to give him just one last suck. Just one, and it’ll be enough for him to come.
“Fucking hell, Luhan, please -” Yixing strains at the bindings, pulling with all the strength left in his body, hoping they will finally break.
“No, Yixing. No.” Luhan’s words come out as grunts, his hand moving faster now that he’s turned away from the screen to watch Yixing. From the way his hips are lifting, breaths coming in pants, cheeks completely red and sweaty, Luhan is about to come.
Yixing moans when he sees Luhan’s eyes focus on his cock, tongue coming out to lick his scar as Luhan’s left hand drifts down to cup his own balls, right hand still working. “Luhan - fuck - please - let me -”
Luhan abruptly cries out, and his body shudders as he finally comes all over his hand. Some of his come land on Yixing’s chest, and the spots of warmth just draws Yixing’s arousal even tighter, until he thinks he might just explode with just one touch.
When Luhan eventually comes down from his high, he opens his eyes and smiles lazily at Yixing. “I guess it’s your turn now.”
After a little over three hours, Yixing really has to fucking agree.
Yixing is right on the edge of orgasm by the time Luhan slowly, taking his time, sits back down between his legs. At the touch of one light nail, Yixing can’t help but grit out, “Come on, Luhan, hurry the fuck up.”
“Hmm…” Luhan draws out the sound and doesn’t do anything more. “I’ll finish you if you say you understand that from now on, under no circumstances whatsoever, will you steal my phone and delete the pictures.”
Ah. So that’s what he’s done.
“I understand, I’ll never do it again, I swear I was drunk last night when I decided to do it,” Yixing babbles. “Never again, never never never -”
One swallow, and he’s coming. When he comes back to reality, he’s untied, and Luhan is resting next to him on his pillow, a smile playing with his lips. Yixing rolls over and mimics Luhan’s posture: hands folded and pressed under his cheeks, knees tucked in, and neck curved inwards, to face the other person. “I will never, ever,” Yixing emphasizes, “ever do that again.”
“Really?”
Yixing pauses. “…No. Not if this is the way you get revenge.”
“Oh my fucking god, you asshole, next time it’s going to be for six fucking hours instead of three -”
Lay/Luhan
PWP; NC-17
1,904 words.
Yixing wakes up tied to the bed-frame one morning. Luhan waltzes in and has his revenge.
Inspired by this gif.
Yixing can’t feel his arms. Or his legs.
This is not a good way to wake up, he thinks to himself, and cracks open his eyes to see exactly why he can’t feel his appendages. It takes a while to sink in, but when it does, Yixing groans and glances down his body - yup, he’s naked.
Naked and tied to the bedframe, with his arms raised above his head and his legs splayed open, morning erection rather embarrassingly obvious to the first person who walks in the door.
He’s tugging at his wrist restraints, hoping the cloth will give way, when Luhan slips inside and clicks the door shut. Luhan’s wearing a small, secret smile by the time he arrives next to Yixing’s bed, and Yixing’s suspicions come into full bloom. “Luhan,” he says, exasperated. “Why’d you tie me up?”
“Good morning to you too,” Luhan coos. “Did you like my surprise?”
The fact that Luhan very obviously ignored his question does not escape Yixing; rather, it makes him laugh. How like him. “Okay, yes, it was nice, very surprising. But you can untie me now, right? I’m sure you took some pictures already. You can blackmail me into doing your chores later, but just let me up.”
“Nope! Not letting you go just yet. I’m not finished with you.” Luhan smiles, and for the first time, Yixing notices a chair next to the bed, and his laptop turned on and opened to a paused porn video on top of the nightstand near his head. He’s distracted by Luhan’s erection when Luhan decides to take off his clothes - so much so that when Luhan plops down into the chair, he’s confused.
But then Luhan turns to give him a radiant smile, and Yixing feels his cock being teased by one light finger. Oh. So that’s what it’s going to be this morning.
His hopes are dashed, and he’s left even more confused when Luhan settles comfortably back into his chair, angles the laptop so that both he and Yixing can see the screen, and props his feet on top of the nightstand. “I hope you like the video,” Luhan says, sweetly.
The porn video just so happens to star his favorite actress and his favorite kink. Wielding natural, well-shaped boobs that were made for being decorated with come, she arouses Yixing to the point of pain every time he watches something she’s in, and Luhan knows that, knows it as well as he knows his own favorites.
Clearly, Luhan is exacting some sort of revenge by refusing to let Yixing jerk himself off.
Because he’s having no such compunction about jerking himself off, and the sight of Luhan working his cock, bottom lip clamped between his teeth and cheeks slowly reddening as the video winds to a close, tantalizes Yixing so much that he finds himself trying to pull his legs close together enough that he could touch his balls with his thighs, giving himself just a little bit of friction.
Luhan suddenly stops and glances over at Yixing; he laughs to himself before moving down to tighten the shoelaces tying his feet to the bedposts. “That’s not happening, Yixing,” he chides. “Where’s the fun in letting you come now?”
“Oh, so I will come?” Yixing drolly asks. “And here I thought I would be forced to watch you masturbate.”
Once again, Luhan just simply smiles. “No, you’ll come.” Reaching down to thumb the drops of precome leaking from Yixing’s cock - making his hips arch in the process - he softly adds, “Eventually.”
“Luhan.”
“Hm?”
“Please let me go. It’s almost been two hours now.”
“No.”
They’re watching the fourth video in Yixing’s collection now, and Luhan has migrated from the chair to between Yixing’s legs, occasionally either trailing his fingers up Yixing’s leg to the bottom of his cock and down again, or reaching over to play with Yixing’s nipples. Whatever he ends up doing, Luhan makes sure he doesn’t brush against Yixing’s cock in any way.
“Please?” Yixing wheedles. He’s about to start panting, and a light sheen of sweat has covered his body. Luhan is faring little better, as he hasn’t touched himself at all either since they first started.
Shaking his head, Luhan withdraws his hand from Yixing’s balls and moves off the bed; Yixing can feel a groan about to come out of his mouth when Luhan lies down next to him, fitting his body to Yixing’s, and rests his head on his chest. When Luhan’s tongue darts out to trace around his nipple, Yixing groans.
Luhan looks up. “You’re too loud.” He shifts his body and leans up enough to cover Yixing’s mouth with his.
It’s a welcome relief from the pounding in his cock, and so Yixing focuses fully on Luhan’s mouth, tongue outlining the outside of Luhan’s lips, playing with the slight scar on the bottom. He’s always liked the scar, and the first time he’d asked Luhan where he’d gotten it, he hadn’t believed his explanation of a fight. But then he saw how fiercely Luhan could fight when provoked enough, and he’d believed it.
The scar was the most sensitive part of Luhan’s lips, and every time they kissed, Yixing would focus the majority of his attention there, causing Luhan to ramp up the kissing, the foreplay. This time though, Luhan just laughs against his mouth and draws away, whispering, “Watch the video, Yixing.”
“Why should I?” Yixing whines. “I’m aroused enough, please stop torturing me.”
Luhan hums a refusal against Yixing’s jaw as he slowly works his way across to Yixing’s ear.
“No, Luhan, no no no, don’t -”
Too late.
Luhan’s tongue licks the cartilage, and Yixing can feel his toes curling, back arching, moan ripping from his throat - his cock gets even harder than it’d been, and he’d thought there was no way he could have gotten any harder. Luhan draws his earlobe into his mouth, breathing hotly into his ear, and Yixing goes silent. He knows where Luhan’s going, and he’s simultaneously dreading it and wishing Luhan would go faster.
The soft kiss against his throat makes Yixing curl into himself, arousal and adrenaline threading together to drive him crazy, and when Luhan trails his tongue down to his collarbone, laving the hollow with several sweeps of his tongue, Yixing starts panting.
Lifting his head, Luhan contemplates Yixing for a second before he starts laughing, eyes crinkling and his entire body shaking the bed. “I’m sorry about what I’m going to do next,” he teases, “but not really. Not sorry enough to change my mind, at least.”
For the next half hour, Luhan traces his way across Yixing’s body with his tongue, stopping here and there to pump Yixing’s cock once or twice before returning to his neck or the inside of his elbow. Luhan covers his fingers in lube before he begins to play with Yixing’s ass, and when he decides to do so, he’s lightly biting Yixing’s neck, right hand toying with his earlobe, his body lying heavily on top of Yixing’s to keep him from bucking.
Yixing closes his eyes and moans at the first touch, and he welcomes the stretch of Luhan’s forefinger, the slight pain mixing together with the sensations of Luhan’s mouth and right hand on his body to form a heady cloud of arousal, blurring his mind until he no longer knows what’s going on. He suddenly feels his hips being tilted up with a pillow, and he arches his hips, ass pulling Luhan’s finger deeper into his body. He whines when Luhan’s finger withdraws.
A soft chuckle drifts into his mind before it’s completely wiped blank: Luhan’s mouth finally covers his cock, and the heat and suction cause him to buck wildly before Luhan releases him with a pop and says, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.”
There is no way Yixing will remain sane if Luhan stops, so he tenses himself, forcing his body into a quivering mass of arousal. He’s rewarded when Luhan closes his hand around the bottom of his cock, lips at the crown - one swift motion, and most of his cock is in Luhan’s mouth. The combined feelings of Luhan’s throat swallowing him and his hands playing with his balls are enough to draw a loud groan from him.
Suddenly, Luhan stops. Yixing’s eyes pop open, and he looks incredulously at him. “Luhan?”
“Yep, I’m stopping,” Luhan says breathlessly. He gets up, eases the chair over, and sits down quite heavily. His face is red, temples damp from sweat, cock leaking precome. “Let’s continue watching, shall we?”
Yixing hadn’t even noticed that the video had finished.
Nothing on his laptop screen is registering in his brain. All he knows is Luhan’s hand, pumping up and down on his own cock, and the sporadic swear words dropping from his lips as he begs Luhan to give him just one last suck. Just one, and it’ll be enough for him to come.
“Fucking hell, Luhan, please -” Yixing strains at the bindings, pulling with all the strength left in his body, hoping they will finally break.
“No, Yixing. No.” Luhan’s words come out as grunts, his hand moving faster now that he’s turned away from the screen to watch Yixing. From the way his hips are lifting, breaths coming in pants, cheeks completely red and sweaty, Luhan is about to come.
Yixing moans when he sees Luhan’s eyes focus on his cock, tongue coming out to lick his scar as Luhan’s left hand drifts down to cup his own balls, right hand still working. “Luhan - fuck - please - let me -”
Luhan abruptly cries out, and his body shudders as he finally comes all over his hand. Some of his come land on Yixing’s chest, and the spots of warmth just draws Yixing’s arousal even tighter, until he thinks he might just explode with just one touch.
When Luhan eventually comes down from his high, he opens his eyes and smiles lazily at Yixing. “I guess it’s your turn now.”
After a little over three hours, Yixing really has to fucking agree.
Yixing is right on the edge of orgasm by the time Luhan slowly, taking his time, sits back down between his legs. At the touch of one light nail, Yixing can’t help but grit out, “Come on, Luhan, hurry the fuck up.”
“Hmm…” Luhan draws out the sound and doesn’t do anything more. “I’ll finish you if you say you understand that from now on, under no circumstances whatsoever, will you steal my phone and delete the pictures.”
Ah. So that’s what he’s done.
“I understand, I’ll never do it again, I swear I was drunk last night when I decided to do it,” Yixing babbles. “Never again, never never never -”
One swallow, and he’s coming. When he comes back to reality, he’s untied, and Luhan is resting next to him on his pillow, a smile playing with his lips. Yixing rolls over and mimics Luhan’s posture: hands folded and pressed under his cheeks, knees tucked in, and neck curved inwards, to face the other person. “I will never, ever,” Yixing emphasizes, “ever do that again.”
“Really?”
Yixing pauses. “…No. Not if this is the way you get revenge.”
“Oh my fucking god, you asshole, next time it’s going to be for six fucking hours instead of three -”