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Wangji saw his lovers off and waited around until the shuttle bus had completely vanished out of sight, leaving him by himself. He took a deep steadying breath and reminded himself again that, as soon as he’d stepped out of the plane in Beijing, he’d be on the first possible route to Baixue to see Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan again. Now, he just had some more time to himself. Time to explore. Time to think, perhaps, even.

He used his keycard to get back into the Rainbow Resort and to his own bungalow, number twenty-three. As he did, he kept an eye open for Rude and Polite: the two men who’d abused him two days prior and which he hadn’t had the heart to tell Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan about. Now, if he saw either of their faces, he would be more than prepared to confront them and show them what it felt like to have something foreign shoved up their asses. But he didn't see them.

And come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd seen them before either: not during the pool gangbang, anyway. Had someone jabbered about him, about how they’d fucked a willing bunny over at the Rainbow Resort, and those two assholes had made their way in from the outside? It could be: they could have just casually followed someone inside the resort; people seemed to do that around here all the time. Damnit. So much for security.

Jiang Fengmian was lounging by the pool. As he saw Wangji approach, he lifted his sunglasses and sat up.

'Hey,’ he said. ‘You’re still here.’

'Hey. You too. I’m glad.' Wangji stopped and paused. He’d been wanting to thank the man for helping him out, and now that his lovers – the only other two people he knew – had gone back home, it suddenly felt very good to know there was someone left he knew he could rely on. Especially with two possible predators around. 'Do you want to talk, a moment? At my place?'

Fengmian nodded and grabbed his things, followed Wangji back to his bungalow. Fengmian closed the door behind them, and as soon as he turned back, Wangji pushed himself up against him and pressed a hard kiss on the other man's mouth. Fengmian made a surprised sound, but didn't draw back.

'Thank you,' Wangji breathed, between eager kisses. 'Thank you, daddy, for taking care of me the other day.' He plastered himself against Fengmian's front and he could feel something quiver in the man's trunks as he spoke those words. Keeping his lips and tongue occupied, Wangji walked backwards into the bedroom, leading Fengmian along. The rope, cuffs and leash had neatly been placed on the bed side table by the cleaning lady and Wangji saw Fengmian eye them. He broke the kiss and whispered huskily: 'Daddy. I want you to take whatever you want. I want to thank you for what you did for me, in the best way I can.'

Fengmian seemed a bit hesitant. 'You're alright then? Wen Ning managed to help you?'

Wangji nodded. 'He did. I feel infinitely better. Do you need me to prove it to you?'

'You're not in any medication now, are you?'

Wangji laughed. 'No, dad. Just happy to no longer be in a painful and awkward position, and honestly, I feel a little bit lonely.' He pouted. 'Unless daddy doesn't want me anymore?'

Fengmian swallowed visibly. He stepped a little closer – Wangji could feel his body heat – and eyed Wangji. Slowly, he said: 'You want to thank me by having sex with me?'

Wangji nodded.

'And you're up for anything?'

'Err… If you're into weird kinks, now would be a great time to put them out on the table.'

Fengmian still hesitated. In a lowered voice, he said: 'I want you to keep calling me daddy. I want to...' He paused. 'I want to blindfold you, and call you son. Is that okay?'

Oh. So he didn't have just a daddy kink: Fengmian was into incest. Wangji wasn’t sure how he felt about that, generally speaking. He considered it a moment and surmised: 'You want to blindfold me and call me son, and for me to call you dad or daddy, yes? Then what?'

'Then I wanna fuck your face, bent you over and use your ass until I come.'

'And do you want me to enthusiastically consent, or do you want to force me?'

'I want you to want me too.'

Okay, so no rapey incest. That he could definitely consent to. 'I can do that, I guess. If that's what you want.' He opened the closet and searched for something he could use for a blindfold that hadn't been in his mouth before, and threw the other toys inside before shutting the door. He held up a clean pillow case. 'Will this work?'

Fengmian folded it double a few times, then bound it around Wangji's face, leaving only the bottom of his nose and his mouth free. 'Perfect,' Wangji heard the man say. 'Kneel for me.'

Wangji did as he was told, reached for Fengmian and shuffled towards him, them mouthed at his cock through his swimming trunks.

'How old do you want me to be?' he asked.

'No younger than you are now.' Fengmian fisted his hair. 'Do you want to please me?'

'I want to please you.'

'Who am I?'

'Mn.' Wangji wriggled a little. 'Daddy.'

'Call me A-die.'

They hadn't agreed to that, but Wangji did it anyway. 'A-die.'

'Do you want to be a good boy for A-die and suck my cock?'

'Yes,' Wangji said. 'Please show this one how to be a filial son.'

He could hear Jiang Fengmian pull his swimwear down, and a moment later his hard dick poked against Wangji’s cheek. Wangji opened his mouth invitingly and let Fengmian push himself inside. The older man went slowly, teasing him with the tip of his cock.

'Have you sucked a man before?' he asked. 'Have you ever knelt in worship in front of anyone else but your father, boy?'

Wangji guessed at what Fengmian wanted to hear. 'No, A-die, never. I only ever wanted you.' He heard Fengmian keen and thought to himself: Jackpot. This man wants to imagine himself fucking his virginal son, to teach him how to be a man, or something. Weird fetish, but okay.

The hand in his hair started stroking him. 'You only ever wanted A-die?' Fengmian repeated, voice soft. 'Did you save yourself just for me?'

'I always admired A-die,' Wangji said. 'I wanted A-die to be proud of his boy.'

'A-die is proud, sweetheart. Very, very proud.' Finally, Fengmian nudged his cock-head between Wangji's lips, and he closed his mouth around it, caressing the slit with his tongue.

The man groaned: 'Hmm, you're doing so well…'

Wangji keened a little. Apparently, Fengmian wanted him to be inexperienced – again, weird, but he could manage – and so he acted clumsily, drooling around the man’s erection and producing throaty moans, as if he couldn’t really take it. When Fengmian jerked his hips forward and pushed in a little further, he pretended to gag on the length.

‘Ssh…’ Fengmian soothed him, and he grabbed Wangji’s hair, pulling him off. ‘Take it easy. You should enjoy your first time with A-die.’

Wangji nodded and let his mouth hang open, inviting the man’s flesh back in. This time he eagerly hollowed his cheeks and let his tongue swirl all over the head and shaft already inside his mouth.

‘You look so gorgeous on your knees, baby.’ Despite the fact that Fengmian was still holding his hair, he let Wangji set the pace. Wangji bobbed his head slowly back and forth, taking him a little bit deeper, millimetre by millimetre, and taking his time adjusting to the other man’s girth where normally, he would have had him banging his tonsils by now. There was a different kind of electricity to this, to taking it slow and letting himself drown in all the little sensations. He was starting to feel deliciously hazy again and his neglected cock strained enthusiastically against the front of his shorts.

‘You like this, huh? You like being a slut for daddy. You make me so proud, sweetheart, you have no idea how long daddy has wanted you like this…’

Wangji moaned again, trying to sound both wanting and helpless. Something about this, the utter wrongness of it, no doubt, was causing shivers to run down his spine. Wangji’d never known any other father figure than his uncle, who seemed to him the epitome of sexlessness: a man incapable of so much as hugging, let alone get lost in acts as carnal as these. The idea was tantalizing and he sort of got Fengmian’s attraction to it.

Fengmian’s hand sank a little tighter into his hair and made him hold still. Wangji was breathing heavily around the heavy length on his tongue, and despite the blindfold he tilted his head a little, as if to look at the other man.

‘I wanna fuck your mouth,’ Fengmian said, breath deep and voice dark with want. ‘Can you do it, baby? Can you take A-die’s cock deeper into your lovely mouth, all the way into your throat?’

He drew out far enough for Wangji to open his mouth and gurgle: ‘Yes, A-die!’ before shoving back in, making him gag for real. Wangji tried to adjust himself – Fengmian was holding him a little too tightly – and take him in, felt the fat cock-head brush against his tonsils.

‘Come on sweetheart, you can do it. Relax for daddy.’

Okay then. At his command, Wangji lowered his tongue, helping his throat to open up and relax, and allowing the other man push past the tightness. But instead of taking the invitation, Fengmian held himself there, maybe just to tease Wangji, letting him choke around him. Wangji wriggled in his grip, caught between wanting to impale himself on Fengmian’s flesh and letting him strangulate him: the lack of oxygen was making him feel headier and blurred his already impaired vision. Just as he was starting to tremble, Fengmian drew him off, and Wangji coughed hard, barely catching himself with both hands as he fell forward. Fuck, that was hot !

‘I’m sorry, baby,’ Fengmian groaned. He lowered himself next to Wangji and stroked his hair. ‘You’re so good, you were gonna make daddy come…’

Wangji took a few deep breaths, swallowed hard before lifting his face and whispered, voice croaking: ‘Doesn’t A-die want to come down his boy’s throat?’

He could read his answer in the way Fengmian’s voice stuttered: ‘Do you want me to?’

Wangji shuffled a little closer. ‘I want everything A-die has to give,’ he panted, reaching for the other man with one hand and finding his knee, and holding it to steady himself. ‘I want A- d ie all over me and in me. Please, daddy, show me how much you love me and use me properly.’

‘You want daddy’s come inside of you?’ Fengmian’s voice trembled lightly.

‘Yes. Fuck, yes. Do it, A-die, make me yours.’

Wordlessly, Fengmian rose. Wangji swallowed once more before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue a little, inviting Fengmian’s cock back in. The man guided his sex with his hand, tapping Wangji’s tongue a few times with the head before digging into his hair once again and shoving himself back into Wangji’s mouth. He choked a little, but managed to relax his throat with relative ease as Fengmian sank into it, and his jaw as well, allowing the man to push in all the way and fuck into him with short thrusts. Fengmian was breathing heavily at the rhythm of his movements, whereas Wangji hardly got any oxygen at all: he tried to breathe fast through his nose, but couldn’t get enough air in his lungs to keep himself from slowly becoming asphyxiated. Everything became blurry: his sight, his hearing, his feelings… All he still felt was how fucking aroused he was, how every part of him seemed to swim with want, how his own cock throbbed between his legs… All of his muscles went slack and his mind zeroed in on the sensation of a hard cock working its way up and down his tight throat, completely ignoring the wet plunge between his lips, the saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, the moans of pleasure of the man standing over him and the harsh grip in his hair, pulling at the roots...

Suddenly, Fengmian drew him off again, and kept Wangji from collapsing by holding him up by his hair. Tears jumped into Wangji’s eyes: both from coughing hard and from being jerked out of the delicious haze so rudely. He panted for breath and only now realised how close to passing out he’d gotten. Okay, fuck, maybe he should be thanking the other guy, but he couldn’t help feeling pissed off instead.

‘More?’ Fengmian was breathing as heavily as he was, even though Wangji was the one doing the hard work. ‘If I’m getting back in that delectable throat of yours, I won’t be able to hold back…’

‘Fill me,’ was all Wangji managed to gasp. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the man’s cock-head brush against his lips, and he parted them willingly, so fucking willingly, nearly smothering himself in his haste to swallow it down. His nose hit the other man’s groin, groomed pubes scratched the skin of his face, and Wangji hummed around Fengmian’s flesh contentedly, earning him a loud hiss.

‘Fuck, baby, fuck…! Daddy’s gonna fill you, daddy’s gonna fucking flood you with come…’ Both of Fengmian’s hands grabbed Wangji’s hair, holding him in place as he attacked his throat, pounding roughly, deeply, fast. Again, Wangji felt like all of his senses were leaving him, until he was reduced to a tight tunnel, a sleeve for another to fuck. He couldn’t even try to breathe anymore and the lack of oxygen caused him to tremble in Fengmian’s grip, then spasm. His eyes rolled back into their sockets and Wangji felt a spurt of come soak his shorts, just as warm, salty and bitter seed flooded his throat. The muscles of his trachea moved reflexively, making him swallow it down, wave after wave, before he could actually choke on it, and he felt it land in his stomach.

So fucking dirty.

Fengmian pulled out about half-way, giving Wangji the opportunity to finally breathe again. He did, then swirled his tongue around the man’s cock, trying to catch as much of his discharge as possible and guzzling it all down.

‘Fuck,’ Fengmian said, emphatically. ‘Fuck, boy…’

‘Daddy,’ Wangji croaked. ‘Do you love me?’

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He wasn’t sure if Fengmian ever gave him an answer: all he did know was he was being picked up, lifted and lowered onto the bed, face-down. Exhausted, Wangji dug his hands into the sheets and lay down, still heaving with the power of his own orgasm. Slowly, the heavy haze was beginning to lift at the edges of his consciousness until he could almost think again, except that he chose not to. He didn’t want to think, only wanted to be this pulsing body, high on sex.

Fengmian’s warm hand stroked his back, from his shoulder blades all the way to his arse, and Wangji thought he could hear the other man mutter: ‘You look so much like him, like this.’

‘Like who, daddy?’ he breathed. Fengmian didn’t answer.

‘I wanna fuck you.’ The man let his fingers sink between Wangji’s cheeks and laughed a little breathlessly. ‘But you did quite a number on me there, sweetheart.’

‘We can take a break,’ Wangji panted. Fengmian lowered himself next to him on the other bed and kept stroking Wangji.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ the other man whispered. ‘You have no idea what you do to your A-die, do you?’

Wangji pricked up his ears. He had a sinking feeling the man wasn’t actually talking about him, but about the person he was pretending to be: the man’s son. Curiosity got the better of him and he replied: ‘No. I’m sorry, A-die, I never realised.’

‘It’s alright. I never wanted you to know.’ Fengmian pulled back his hand.

‘Why not?’

The man huffed. ‘Seriously? What boy would want to know his own father desired him carnally?’

‘Mn.’ Wangji could imagine that putting a strain on the relationship. ‘Do you think of your boy all the time, while you fuck others his age?’ Fengmian didn’t reply, and Wangji realised it might have something to do with his harsh phrasing. So he turned towards the other man, laying down on his side, and reached out to him, finding his abdomen and stroking it. ‘Tell me, daddy. Do you think of your boy all the time?’

Fengmian still didn’t reply right away. ‘Yes.’

‘Do you want to fuck him the way you fuck me?’ The man stayed quiet again. ‘Come on, A-die. I don’t judge. I just want to know.’ Still nothing. Wangji lowered his tone of voice and said gently: ‘Don’t you want to tell someone? I’d never tell: how could I? Your secret would be safe with me.’

That seemed to do the trick. Fengmian grabbed Wangji’s hand and lowered it to his cock, half-hard between his legs, pressing the palm against it. ‘Yes. I think of him all the time.’

‘Since when?’

‘Since he was a teenager. When, during puberty, he stopped looking like a kid and turned into a young man.’

‘A beautiful young man, no doubt.’

‘Like you.’ Fengmian’s other hand caressed Wangji’s hair. ‘You look a lot alike.’

‘Mn.’ Wangji wound his fingers around Fengmian’s cock and stroked him slowly, up and down. ‘Do you want to call me by his name? You could, if you want to.’

‘I… I don’t know.’

‘That’s okay.’ His cock seemed to know damn well: Wangji could feel it grow in his palm. ‘So, do you fuck other boys to keep yourself from desiring him, or to indulge in your want for him?’

He could hear Fengmian swallow. ‘Both,’ the man admitted. ‘I take trips to this place twice a year – I pretend it’s for work. When I’m home, I keep my distance from my son: he would be disgusted if he knew, and rightly so. And I’m not sure that if I ever pressed him close, I’d be able to stop myself.’

‘Hey.’ Wangji moved a little closer still and placed a delicate kiss on the other man’s mouth. ‘Like I said: I don’t judge.’ In fact, if this was Fengmian’s way of keeping himself from molesting his son, kudos on him. ‘You can have me in his stead, A-die. You can do everything to me you want to do to him, and I’ll thank you for it, like a good, good boy.’

Fengmian kissed him back: gently first, then deepening the kiss by pressing his tongue into Wangji’s mouth. Wangji moaned softly and canted his hips, trying to get a little friction on his own, steadily out-filling cock. The inside of his shorts was sticky though, so he moved his hands to his flanks to strip himself out of them. As soon as he bared himself, Fengmian’s hand landed on him and stroked him roughly.

‘I thought I felt you explode underneath me. You liked it so much, huh? Being a sleeve for daddy.’

Wangji moaned against his mouth. Yes, he thought to himself, yes, I love being a sleeve. I wish I could be someone’s plaything all the fucking time. No more responsibilities, no more needing to think for myself; just being made to serve and being taking care of because of it…

He couldn’t voice any of that, though. Fengmian kept his mouth occupied and pushed himself between Wangji’s legs, rubbed himself against his front, hard lengths prodding between their bellies.

Fengmian broke the kisses and heaved: ‘ Are you going to let me fuck you? Are you going to let me fill your hole like I did your throat, baby?’

As a response, Wangji spread his legs wide. ‘Take anything you want,’ he replied. ‘Anything you’ve ever wanted, daddy.’

Fengmian groaned, lined himself up with Wangji’s hole and shoved inside with one brutal slide, making Wangji moan underneath him.

Fengmian alone wasn’t enough to satisfy him anymore, Wangji contemplated as he lay on the bed by himself, a little later. He carefully touched his stinging hole and closed his eyes, revelling in the memory of getting fucked into the mattress by the older man, who’d kept calling him ‘son’, ‘baby’ or ‘ boy’ as he bruised Wangji’s insides. The edge of pleasure-pain swarming his senses hadn’t been enough to drag him under like before, although he had loved the feeling of a wave of hot seed flooding his insides. That had been what got him to come, after all: the idea of being unsafe, of surrendering his body completely to a man he barely knew. The wrongness of it.

Or had it been that name he’d moaned – ‘Wanyin’ – and the sudden realisation that Fengmian – Jiang Fengmian – had to be Jiang Wanyin’s father? Part of Wangji felt stupid for not having seen it sooner: the two men looked so much alike it was obvious they were related. But then again: what were the chances both men had travelled all across the world only for both of them to end up fucking the same man? There was something unspeakably dirty and wrong about that too.

At least the younger didn’t seem to have a daddy kink. Had he any idea why his father always travelled to the same destination? Was that why he’d followed him, to catch a glimpse of what his dad was up to? Would he have found out by now his father liked fucking boys his age? Wangji had a feeling Jiang junior wasn’t going to cope well with that discovery.

He hadn’t told Jiang Fengmian his son was on the island too. That wasn’t his business, was it? He didn’t mean to get caught up in anyone’s drama as he was trying to escape his own.

He sighed out and eyed the alarm clock on one of the bedside tables. Xingchen and Song Lan had probably landed in Madrid by now, and transferred to the other plane. Barely half a day without them and he was already coping badly, and trying to fill the hole in his heart with casual, unprotected sex.

He turned over on his back, stared at the ceiling. Tried to tell himself he didn’t have to feel so bad about losing them, because he hadn’t lost them, really. They’d be reunited again soon enough. He closed his eyes, tried to focus on other things and after a while, he managed to fall asleep.

He woke in the early evening, not feeling very hungry but knowing he’d have to go out to grab something. Reluctantly, he took a shower and, uninspired, put on the first clothes he found in his closet: which were a white shirt and a pair of jeans. He combed his hair back and decided, in honour of his two friends, to go grab take-out from General Tso’s Kitchen at the boulevard.

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He was sitting at the boulevard, eating his take-out on a wooden bench by the water fountain, between the bus stop slash taxi stand and the main walkway to the beach. He’d taken a spicier option this time, the one Song Lan had ordered the last time they went to General Tso’s, and found it was a mistake: it was too much for his palate. The bell pepper sauce was tasty, though.

There was a faint breeze coming from the sea, blowing his hair back, which was nice. After he’d finished his meal, Wangji tossed the carton and chopsticks and sat back down, people-watching. There was a large English-speaking crowd, he’d already noticed: many Europeans in general. But age-wise, it was a true mix: families, older people, teenagers moving in flocks the way teenagers do, and plenty of singles Wangji’s own age looking for companionship.

He sighed out. Was this next week going to be a lonely endeavour, without Xingchen and Song Lan? Was he just going to wait around for the day he could leave this island, filling the gaps in between with whoever he could get his hands on?

Don’t be stupid, a little voice in the back of his mind said. Enjoy yourself. They’ll be waiting for you, and they made you promise to have fun. So let go, and have fun.

He licked his lips. He’d had no trouble finding a lover coming here, had he? There had to be someone else, at the Rainbow Resort or elsewhere, who he could enjoy spending the next week with. Maybe not someone he’d fall head-or-heels in love with, but someone good enough, at least.

He had just about resolved himself to get up and walk back home when a young man approached him, and he froze.

Wei Ying!

For a second, he dared to believe that his ex had come to Gran Canaria to find him, to tell him everything had been a stupid mistake and that he wanted him back. Then the bubble burst. The man walking up to him looked like Wei Ying, but it wasn’t him. He was smaller, slimmer. At least five years younger.

And he wore sparkling eye make-up. Wei Ying would never.

Or well, he would, if it wouldn’t get him arrested. Maybe.

‘Hey handsome,’ the man said. ‘What on earth is a pretty one like you doing all by his lonesome?’ He sat down next to Wangji and jovially placed a hand on his thigh. ‘Don’t tell me you’re single, because I’ll die.’

Damn. Even here it seemed brave to approach another man so overtly. Wangji looked at him and almost stammered: ‘Are you hitting on me?’

The man – boy? Was he even eighteen? – laughed. ‘Well, obviously.’ He brushed his hair back. He was pretty, and he knew it. ‘Do you like it?’

Wangji couldn’t help but smirk. ‘What if I do?’

‘You could come home with me? You’re a tourist, right? I’d know if you weren’t, I’ve never seen you on my turf before.’

‘Turf?’

He leaned in closer as if to tell Wangji a secret. ‘I’m a pro,’ he said. ‘As in: professional. And in the other word.’

A male prostitute? For a second Wangji was shocked, but then again: if not here, then where? He eyed the young man next to him, who leaned back as if to give him a better view. He was dressed in very short shorts, his tank top barely covered his mid-riff. He had pretty ankles: dainty and slim, like those of a girl. It made sense for him to look for clients at the boulevard, Wangji realised.

‘And what if I do?’

‘We can just go for a quickie,’ the young man said, speaking soft and huskily. ‘In and out, so to speak. For thirty bucks.’

‘I don’t like quickies,’ Wangji said.

‘I was hoping you’d say that. You know what, stallion, you can have me for an hour for fifty…’

‘What about a full night?’

Now the other man raised his brows. ‘A full night?’

‘Yeah. We fuck, I sleep over. Maybe fuck some more, and I don’t leave until the morning.’

The young man looked incredulous and laughed. ‘You do know you’ll be paying me for the hours you spent sleeping, right? Because I won’t be able to find another client.’

‘I know. How about five hundred? Will that do?’

He could see the greed in the young man’s eyes, but he was a professional indeed, because he said: ‘Make it six and you have yourself a deal, lovely.’

He and Wangji walked over to an ATM, where Wangji made a withdrawal. He put it in the man’s hand right away.

‘Are you sure about that?’ he said, half-joking. ‘What if I decide to bail on you?’

‘You’re not,’ Wangji said. ‘I just made your night, didn’t I? I doubt you manage to find six clients a night, normally, let alone as many as you’d need to make six hundred in quickies. And you know that if you treat me right, I might come back.’

The young man laughed again: he had a high-pitched laugh. ‘You’re smart. I like that. What’s your name, smart one?’

‘It’s Lan Zhan.

‘Hmm, love it. Mine’s Mo Xuanyu, but you can call me Mo.’

‘Isn’t Mo your family name?’ Wangji walked next to him, to wherever Mo Xuanyu’s home was.

‘Yeah. But you know, these fucking tourists couldn’t pronounce my actual name if it could save their life.’

‘Understandable, yes.’

‘So how long are you going to be here for?’ Xuanyu asked.

‘A week.’

‘Just a week? You’re European then? Your Mandarin is so good, I had you figured for a mainlander!’

‘I am a mainlander. I’ve been here for a week already.’

‘Ah, apologies! I figured, no mainlander comes all the way around the world for as little as a week…’

‘Are you from Hong-Kong?’

‘Macau, originally. But my family moved to Portugal when I was four. This way.’ Mo Xuanyu indicated a staircase, leading upwards. A few more meandering alleyways until he stopped in front of an innocuous, green door, and took a single key from his back pocket. He opened the door, hit a light button. ‘Come on in. It’s small, but it’s home.’

The hallway was pretty narrow. Wangji took his shoes off on the door mat before stepping into the hallway and placing them on a little rack, next to Xuanyu’s slippers, before following him to a room on the far side. It was an empty looking bedroom: just a bed – a large, comfy looking one, admittedly – with a night stand and a couple of curtains.

‘This is my work-room,’ Xuanyu joked. ‘If you’re nice, I might show you my living room.’ He tumbled onto the bed and tapped the sheets. ‘So, tell me, handsome. What would you like? Fuck or get fucked?’

‘What would you like?’ Wangji brought his hands to his jeans and unbuttoned them, pulled his underwear down with his pants to reveal his dick. He saw Xuanyu’s eyes widen.

‘Ngh. I wanna ride that.’ He got off the bed, crawled over to Wangji, swaying his ass from side to side. He had a sinfully small waist and a big ass, just like Wei Ying. And just like that, Wangji decided he wanted to fuck Xuanyu the way he’d fuck Wei Ying now, having gathered so much more knowledge about how to treat him.

‘Do you have toys?’ he asked, as Xuanyu rose on his knees, mouthing at his dick.

‘A drawer full.’

‘Do you mind if I treat you? Made you feel good?’

‘Do I mind being paid to get treated?’ Xuanyu laughed. ‘Aren’t you a giver! You like playing the devoted boyfriend, hmm?’ He licked a line up Wangji’s dick, from balls to crown, keeping his eyes locked with his. ‘I’d love that, Lan Zhan.’

Wangji reached out and dug his hair in Xuanyu’s hair. ‘Do you mind if I play a little rough?’

‘Oh my god, you are perfect!’ He squealed enthusiastically. ‘By all means, be a little mean to me. Choke me on your dick, baby, pump your big shaft into my little rabbit hole until I’m sore…’

Wangji jerked his hair a little. ‘Less talking, more sucking,’ he demanded, even though Xuanyu’s words riled him up. The other man smacked his lips before taking him in and bobbing up and down Wangji’s length, letting the crown hit his tonsils every time he took him deep. He was good: he sucked his cheeks in to make his mouth feel tight and kept an even pace, so that Wangji could get lost in the feeling of a wet, hot hole surrounding his mouth. And he didn’t drool, only blinked his eyes up at Wangji every now and then.

‘You’re doing great,’ Wangji said, encouraging him even though a professional like Xuanyu probably didn’t need encouraging. ‘You look really pretty on your knees.’

And he looked a lot like Wei Ying, with his big grey eyes staring up at him. If he were to put his hair up in a ponytail… Fuck. Wangji closed his eyes momentarily so he could try and focus on a scenario where he was with Wei Ying and they had ended up in this little beach house. The idea roused him even more, making his dick jerk in Xuanyu’s mouth. The other man gurgled, setting his hair on end, and he drew him off by his hair.

‘Tell me you love me,’ he demanded.

‘I fucking love you,’ Mo Xuanyu whispered, rubbing his hand over Wangji’s length. ‘I love you, Lan Zhan.’

Lan Zhan moaned.

‘I wanna fuck you so much. I want to take your glorious dick in my ass and bounce on it, Lan Zhan. I wanna suck your cock until your trembling and moaning my name.’

Wangji swallowed hard. ‘Wei Ying…’ he whispered.

‘If that’s what you want.’ Mo Xuanyu pushed his hair out of his own face. ‘I can be whoever you need me to be, baby.’

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Once Mo Xuanyu released his dick and got up off the floor, Wangji asked him to remove his make-up and put his hair up . Mo Xuanyu disappeared into the bath room while Wangji undressed and when the other man returned, he looked like Wei Ying even more, especially in the half dark room. Wangji gasped, feeling his mouth go ash-dry.

‘Do you like it?’ Mo Xuanyu asked, turning around and pulling his own hair.

‘You’re perfect.’ Wangji lowered himself on the bed, Mo Xuanyu immediately lowered himself next to him, leaned back to grab a condom from the night stand drawer and diligently rolled it over Wangji’s dick. Then he crawled over, to sit on Wangji’s lap. His lower body – clean shaven, which Wei Ying had never – pressed against Wangji’s rock hard erection, and he wriggled his ass a bit just to make Wangji’s face tear. Wangji reached out and folded his hands around Mo Xuanyu’s back, just above his ass.

‘So. Fuck first?’

‘Yes please.’

‘I love a man who asks nicely.’ Mo Xuanyu leaned over and kissed Wangji, using a lot of tongue, then reached back to grab his dick and lower himself onto it. He must have prepped himself in the bathroom, because he took Wangji’s cock all the way to the hilt in a single, divine slide that made Wangji’s eyes roll back in their sockets. He gasped and Mo Xuanyu laughed. He rose on his knees and bounced himself onto Wangji’s lap, their bodies meeting with a series of loud slaps. Wangji bit hit jaws together: he had a feeling he was going to come already, which was insane; plus, he didn’t want to because he was feeling far too good. For a few moments, he seriously questioned why on earth he’d spent so much time getting his ass fucked when being buried inside someone else body could feel this amazing. He tried to shift his focus from his loins to his breathing and that helped; he was getting used to the feeling of Mo Xuanyu’s hole sliding over his dick. He breathed out and opened his eyes, not realising he had kept them closed.

And oh fuck, the vision of Wei Ying was back. They just looked to eerily alike: Mo Xuanyu was just like Wei Ying had been when they first met. He even moaned softly every time he took Wangji’s dick deep, just like Wei Ying had. Experimentally, Wangji moved his left hand to the base of the ponytail and pulled lightly, making Mo Xuanyu croon, then pulled his legs up, dug his heels in the soft bedding and thrust upward when the other man came down. He squealed – and again, and again.

‘Oh fuck, Lan Zhan, you’re murdering me with your dick…!’

He was even a talker, just like Wei Ying!

Wangji pulled his hair harder, dug his fingers in the soft flesh of Mo Xuanyu’s hip and held onto him as he slammed upwards, wanting to hear more from him. And Mo Xuanyu delivered:

‘Oh fuck, fuck! Lan Zhan – oh my god, Lan Zhan, yes! Yes, fuck me hard! Drill me with your amazing dick, Lan Zhan…!’

Wangji didn’t even really hear what he said: he was too lost in his fantasy of having his lover on his lap again, of getting to be intimate with the man who still held his heart… But when that overwhelming surge of love faded, all he felt was anger. Anger that Wei Ying had left him without so much as an explanation, that he’d not just broken his heart but stepped on it and crushed it underneath his heel…

A sob rattled in his throat. The last person on earth he wanted to think of right now was his ex! Or was it? Oh fuck him, that was the only person he wanted to think about… He tugged on Mo Xuanyu’s ponytail and growled.

‘Ow!’ Mo Xuanyu jolted on his lap and arched backwards when Wangji sat up still holding on to his hair. For a moment, Wangji realised that this was not Wei Ying, and that he didn’t want to hurt an innocent sex worker who just happened to look maddeningly like his ex. Then again, Mo Xuanyu had also enthusiastically consented when he asked it he could be a little rough, and even though this was a transaction he could still say no. He breathed out – he was breathing heavily, loosened his grip on the Mo Xuanyu’s hair and asked: ‘Are you still okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Mo Xuanyu breathed back. ‘Is it weird if I say I actually really like what you’re doing?’

‘You do?’

‘Yeah.’ He wriggled a little. ‘Take it out on me, precious. I can take it. I can do a little roleplay.’ Wangji curled his fingers into the silken black strands before pulling out halfway, then thrusting back in. Mo Xuanyu moaned: ‘Oh shit yeah…’

‘Say you’re sorry,’ Wangji demanded, in between thrusts.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Like you mean it!’

‘I’m sorry! I’m so freaking sorry, Lan Zhan…!’

‘You don’t deserve my dick up your ass.’

‘I don’t deserve your – ah! - dick up my ass! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!’

Tears began clouding Wangji’s vision. He knew this wasn’t real, but he wanted it to be real – needed it to be real. He needed to hear Wei Ying say he didn’t mean for what had happened to happen; wanted to hear him snivel and beg and moan…

‘Lan Zhan, ngh! I don’t fucking deserve you…! Ah!’ Mo Xuanyu reached back, grabbed hold of Wangji’s knees. Wangji could feel his cock hit him in the pleasure spot as much as he could hear it in Mo Xuanyu’s high pitched cries. He’d made Wei Ying come like this, and he wondered – he hoped – Mo Xuanyu would too. He snarled and directed all of his energy towards snapping his hips up, hitting the curved body on top of him as deep and as hard as he could.

‘Oh fuck!’ Mo Xuanyu cried out. One of his hands released Wangji’s knees and came to rest on his abdomen instead, and he shivered violently. Wangji could feel his body contract on top of him, hugging and squeezing around his dick, but even though Xuanyu’s dick twitched like the rest of him, he wasn’t coming. Once he realised that, he froze and eyed the other man curiously.

Mo Xuanyu breathed out hard, a satisfied smile spread over his face. ‘Hot damn, Lan Zhan, that was good!’

‘What was that?’

‘Huh? I orgasmed, silly!’

‘No, you didn’t!’

‘It’s called ‘coming dry’.’ Mo Xuanyu sounded proud. ‘And the best part is, I can do it several times in a row.’

Wangji blinked. ‘I’ve never heard of that before.’

‘I admit, it’s a skill…’

‘Can it be learned?’

Now he laughed. ‘Yes, but not overnight. Hm..’ He wriggled again on Wangji’s lap. ‘You’re still so hard. Wanna keep pounding me, or do you want a change of pace?’

Huh. Well, maybe a chance of pace wasn’t a bad idea. Wangji nodded at the night stand. ‘You said you had toys, right?’

‘Sure do. Which one do you want to try first?’

‘Which one do you like the most?’

‘Oh my god, Lan Zhan, you really are a gentleman!’

Several hours later, Wangji was laying on his front, arms folded around Mo Xuanyu’s ass, and was eating him out while the other man shivered and whined. He hadn’t come yet – he’d asked to borrow a cock ring from Mo Xuanyu to keep him from doing so – but the spitting image of his lover had. He’d made him come on his fingers, on several toys, on his dick again and now he was making him have his fifth consecutive climax on his tongue. Mo Xuanyu was a sobbing mess, and once his body had stopped shaking and gone lax, Wangji let him go. He wiped his face on his arm, reached up to untie Xuanyu’s wrists from the headboard – they were caught in buttery soft, pink leather cuffs – and pressed him to his chest. It had gone dark outside and neither of them had bothered to turn a light on in the bed chamber. Wangji kissed his lover on his cheek and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and Wei Ying rested his head in the nape of his neck and peacefully fell asleep.

Hours later, Wangji woke because of a very serious case of blue balls. He pushed the body on top of him aside so he could reach down, and drowsily realised he was still wearing the cock ring, and he was still hard as a result. Ouch. As he was fumbling to get it off, the man next to him woke with a sigh.

‘Oh, hi,’ he said, sounding equally drowsy. ‘Need a hand?’

‘Mn.’

Mo Xuanyu reached out, but instead of trying to get the cock ring off, he began stroking Wangji’s dick. Wangji groaned softly and closed his eyes.

‘Whoever this Wei Ying is, he must be a really lucky man.’

Well, if that weren’t a mood killer. Wangji’s eyes flew open and he stared at Mo Xuanyu. ‘He’s my ex. He dumped me shortly before this vacation.’

‘Oh shit, sorry. Me and my big mouth…’ Mo Xuanyu didn’t stop stroking him. ‘I hope you don’t mind me saying, but he must have been a real idiot to let you go.’

‘Wei Ying isn’t an idiot.’ Wangji remained silent for a moment, surprised that he was defending him. ‘But he did break my heart.’

‘I suppose I should be grateful. He did bring you to my bed.’

Wangji looked at the other man. He had half a mind to kiss him and half a mind to push him away, pick his clothes off the floor and bolt. If Mo Xuanyu noticed, it didn’t make him stop.

‘You said you were here for another week, yeah? Does that mean you’ll be coming back?’

Wangji didn’t answer. Despite his dick being rock-hard, he wasn’t really feeling it anymore.

‘I don’t know. Maybe I should just go.’

‘Aww, but you paid for a couple more hours!’

‘Keep the money.’ Wangji pushed the hand away and went looking for his clothes. By the time he’d put his shirt, socks and pants back on, his dick had gone soft enough for him to take the cock ring off. He tossed it on the bed. ‘Thanks, Mo Xuanyu. I had a good time.’

Mo Xuanyu was laying down on the bed, looking at him. ‘Is there something I can do to change your mind? I could make you something to eat?’

‘No thanks.’ Wangji zipped his fly up and raised a hand in greeting, then left.

It took him a while to get back to the boulevard: he couldn’t find his way out of the little alleyways all that easily. Once the sea breeze hit him in the face, he took a deep breath. He hadn’t lied; it wasn’t in his nature to lie. He really did have a good time.

But now he just wanted to forget all about it.

Oh fuck, he was going to cry. He didn’t want to cry. He brushed his hands over his cheeks, cursed. He wasn’t going to have a fucking breakdown on the boulevard in the middle of the fucking night!

In an attempt to fight off his emotions, he started running. Jogging, over the asphalt, back to the Rainbow Resort.

On his way back to his bungalow, he passed the Fire Palace. Loud music emerged from the doorways: pumping beats and grinding noise. Despite himself, Wangji stopped.

And went inside.