"Because you are fun to tease." That much was for sure. He pressed his lips against Xinjia's neck and kissed him, then whispered against his skin. "Say that you want this." He wasn't backing down from that, not after everything that had been said so far. There was a satisfaction in getting him to admit that he wanted him. Wanted him in a very gay way.
"If you ask for it, then I'll give." And he could feel the need coming off of him in waves.
"Why? Do I have to beg for it? Not that I even want it." He was trying to be cool about it and rapidly losing his ability to be. He was on fire, every part of him wanted to be touched and not by anyone. Not by a hot girl, not by a random hot dude either. No, he wanted to be felt up by the dickhead that stole his knife and hurt his shoulders.
And he didn't know why. "You're mean to me, why would I want you? How fucked up do you think I am?" Very. He was very fucked up. He wanted to beg but he was fighting himself, fighting his own stupid pride.
"I never asked you to beg. I just told you to say. But sure, beg." Why not? He wasn't about to complain. Instead he moved his hand out of where he had been teasing under the waistband, so that he could instead use his fingers to unzip his jeans. He opened them entirely and then there was only the boxers between his hand and what he was certain was what Xinjia wanted from him.
"Or am I going too slow? Would you rather I already drag you over to the bed?"
"Oh God." He shuddered hard as the hand palmed against his dick and he just wanted to beg right then and there. He gulped and the more the friction grew, the more he started to break. Suddenly, he cracked and almost sob with wanting. "Ah, why? Why are you teasing. Just do it! Do it. Touch me!"
He was not begging, he was demanding. He was still the man here, Jonathan wasn't going to make him his bitch or anything. "You got me horny, you have to fix it!"
"That's all I wanted. Clarity." With that clarity achieved, he got his hand into those boxers and started to deftly stroke him. Very far from his first time, after all. Besides, Xinjia was nothing if not vocal in showing what touch worked for him. It seemed to be just about any touch, especially when he moved faster and rougher. Good to know. Because this was not going to be the last time with him.
He moved his hand once Xinjia climaxed, wiping it clean against Xinjia's boxers. As he did so, he kissed along his neck. "Is that better, Wang Xinjia? Is that what you wanted?"
He felt sticky with shame and his legs were weak and weird. He slid down the pillar, unable to keep himself up. He closed his eyes for a moment and then shivered. He felt cold now the heat had finally left his body. He had gone from on fire to damp smoulders. Leaning his head against the pillar, he opened his eyes and looked up at Jonathan.
Then he nodded slowly. He guess it was what he wanted. He still didn't know, was he into him or was he just drunk or something? "My arms are killing me, you rotten bastard. Untie me."
"Please," Jonathan added for him, but he did mercifully uncuff him. And then, in a moment worthy of some drama music gently swelling up, he got his arms under his prone body and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing. He was light, perhaps even lighter than the little boss.
Jonathan carried him over to the bed, where he put him down gently. And then, as if they were a couple getting ready for bed, he stepped back and started to remove his own clothes. "You seem beat. Too much to drink and too much enjoyment. Get some rest."
"What are you doing?!" Panicked, he wanted to react in some way to prevent the carrying but it wasn't really possible without falling so he just clung to the older man, hoping he wasn't about to throw him out of the door. His legs were all jellified, he didn't want to walk home like this.
Once he was on the bed, he looked at Jonathan, utterly baffled by him. He just couldn't read him. Now he was just getting changed, all normal like. He kicked the blankets down and pulled them over himself, almost protectively, watching Jonathan undress. Damn. He was so hot.
"I'll get ready for bed," Jonathan told him, before vanishing into the bathroom. About ten minutes later, he returned. Freshly washed, teeth brushed, hair a little damp, and only a towel wrapped around his waist.
For Xinjia's sake, he kept the towel on as he got into the bed next to him, lifting the covers enough to slide under as well. And then, for both their sakes, he wrapped his arms around Xinjia and pulled him against himself, so he could hold him. Xinjia seemed like someone who'd want to cuddle. "Sleep well, puppy."
"Eh?" Was all that Xinjia responded with. Ten minutes was enough to relax, enough to feel tired and definitely enough to sleep. He was half out of it by the time he was pulled in to cuddle and he was practically drooling on Jonathan after another ten.
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"If you ask for it, then I'll give." And he could feel the need coming off of him in waves.
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And he didn't know why. "You're mean to me, why would I want you? How fucked up do you think I am?" Very. He was very fucked up. He wanted to beg but he was fighting himself, fighting his own stupid pride.
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"Or am I going too slow? Would you rather I already drag you over to the bed?"
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He was not begging, he was demanding. He was still the man here, Jonathan wasn't going to make him his bitch or anything. "You got me horny, you have to fix it!"
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He moved his hand once Xinjia climaxed, wiping it clean against Xinjia's boxers. As he did so, he kissed along his neck. "Is that better, Wang Xinjia? Is that what you wanted?"
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Then he nodded slowly. He guess it was what he wanted. He still didn't know, was he into him or was he just drunk or something? "My arms are killing me, you rotten bastard. Untie me."
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Jonathan carried him over to the bed, where he put him down gently. And then, as if they were a couple getting ready for bed, he stepped back and started to remove his own clothes. "You seem beat. Too much to drink and too much enjoyment. Get some rest."
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Once he was on the bed, he looked at Jonathan, utterly baffled by him. He just couldn't read him. Now he was just getting changed, all normal like. He kicked the blankets down and pulled them over himself, almost protectively, watching Jonathan undress. Damn. He was so hot.
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For Xinjia's sake, he kept the towel on as he got into the bed next to him, lifting the covers enough to slide under as well. And then, for both their sakes, he wrapped his arms around Xinjia and pulled him against himself, so he could hold him. Xinjia seemed like someone who'd want to cuddle. "Sleep well, puppy."
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Being gay was exhausting.