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Assistant: Title: in vino veritas
        Author: lusciniale lusciniale 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: But then, as Xia Fei thinks he’s going to have to force himself to come, Vein gets on his knees. Vein gets on his knees. In front of Xia Fei. Xia Fei’s never seen Vein in a position lower than when sitting down. And now here Vein was, his laoban, the head of Chinatown’s Commerce, on his knees in front of him.
There are two things Xia Fei doesn't like at this party.1. Being ignored by Vein.2. How touchy others are with Vein.And he's about to take both matters into his own hands.
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  But then, as Xia Fei thinks he’s going to have to force himself to come, Vein gets on his knees. Vein gets on his knees. In front of Xia Fei. Xia Fei’s never seen Vein in a position lower than when sitting down. And now here Vein was, his laoban, the head of Chinatown’s Commerce, on his knees in front of him.
There are two things Xia Fei doesn't like at this party.1. Being ignored by Vein.2. How touchy others are with Vein.And he's about to take both matters into his own hands.
            
        

        
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      For tessove.



    

    
      Happy birthday to my lovely Ohio Queen! Love you <3- Your ever faithful peasant
    




  





    
        
          Tuesday night in the middle of June in Bridon and Xia Fei stands in the middle of an extravagant c@cktail party he’s too broke for.He’s talking zero pounds in his bank account standing in a pool of other people whose net worths hold numbers larger than the ones he calculates in his physics exams. So Xia Fei stands in the middle, and he has no clue what to do because there are too many people and he’s alone in a fancy, tailored suit costing more than his entire life’s worth of tuition and he doesn’t know how to talk to these types of people and he’s on his nth glass of riesling kabinett and he’s tipsy and worst of all—He’s upset. Xia Fei’s upset because Vein chose him to be his plus one to this business party and Xia Fei had been so delighted when Vein handed him matching outfits and he got into Vein’s fancy ass car only to be left alone next to the hors d'oeuvres table as Vein left to talk to his business partners. Which, to Xia Fei, is the equivalent of ignoring him. Which, is also fine, because Xia Fei can’t tell Vein what to do and what not to do, but d@mn, this riesling is really good, so he takes another gulp of it and wishes he was back home eating instant ramen instead.He’s already half-drunk, half-sober, Xia Fei knows. The lights around him are blurring together like he has astigmatism, the light in the pool water a sharp blue that serrates his eyes and makes his head hurt. He knocks back another sip of his drink; his eyes wander. No one’s talking to him; he’s alone. Xia Fei finishes the rest of his glass, and now, that, too, is empty. F@ck.And then Xia Fei’s vision catches sight of a vibrant red among all the mellow yellows and dull whites in his peripheral near the entrance of the building. Though, to say his vision caught sight of the vibrant red would be a lie — he’s had his sights on the red ever since it left his side an hour ago and made him sulk like a kid throwing a silent temper tantrum outside a convenience store.Laoban, Xia Fei thinks wearily, and suddenly the riesling’s not enough. He needs the same sh@t he shotgunned while playing Beerio Kart with his apartment mates the first year he arrived in Bridon. That strong, bitter, pungent taste at the back of his throat that wiped his mind completely clean even after he chased it with mango Calpico. Or maybe he needs to go back to H-Mart and buy ten bottles of lychee soju and down them all after this party. Yeah, Xia Fei thinks wearily as he licks the rest of the expensive liquor off his teeth. Ten whole bottles of soju.Xia Fei lays his bleary eyes on Vein’s silhouette in the distance, watching as his braid sways slightly with every hand gesture he makes when he explains something to the other man in front of him. The fairy lights strung above him smudge a pale beige onto Vein’s crown in something akin to a halo, throwing a pure pearl white onto the sleek, dark black of his suit’s shoulders. It blurs him with an Orton Effect — film halation, dreamy glow. The same lighting Xia Fei’s seen used in many of those romance movies when the light hits just right through the sky, fuzzed over, smoothening Vein out at the edges.Beautiful, is the first thing Xia Fei’s mind comes up with. The light lays its hands on Vein like a vessel to be worshipped — like the area over an altar underneath the rose window. Xia Fei remembers how the pool’s livid white-blue light curled its body into the dip of Vein’s throat like hard seltzer when they passed by it toward the refreshments table earlier: the color touched him in a way that seemed to mean possession, etching across all of Vein’s edges and becoming the antithesis of his signature red. It coveted Vein like he was meant to be held, like the light was born for a reason named after Vein. And, at that moment, Xia Fei was not jealous, no. Even still, he’s not jealous. He’s not jealous. He’s absolutely, incredibly, undoubtedly not—Okay. Okay, maybe he is jealous. Maybe just a little. Only a little.Part of Xia Fei wants to take Vein from under those lights — hold Vein underneath him so the only light that could touch him was the one that spilled over Xia Fei’s back. The other part of Xia Fei — the more reasonable, sober part of him clinging onto rationality — decides against this because, no, Xia Fei can absolutely not hold down someone like Vein since Vein isn’t a person who is born to be held down. Or held at all, for that matter. Xia Fei lets out an exaggerated sigh and nearly startles the woman next to him.He wants more riesling. Xia Fei lazily lolls his head around to catch sight of the waiter he’d picked up the first glass of alcohol from, only to catch sight of nothing but rich people and the white light webbing itself across the swimming pool stairs. What a bummer. No alcohol, no company. God, Xia Fei is so f@ck@ng bored.That is, until he sees Vein again, his suit like glossamer under the lights as someone — someone Xia Fei doesn’t know — puts a hand on his shoulder. Xia Fei sees the crease in Vein’s outfit that the man leaves, watches as his thumb presses into the fabric, and Xia Fei feels the tension of his clenched jaw before he can even realize it.He shouldn’t intervene, the rational part of his brain says. But he should interfere, because Vein is clearly trying to shrug off that man’s hand and how did he even manage to touch Vein in the first place—Xia Fei throws every thought into the pool water and drowns them when he slams his empty wine glass on the refreshments table a little harder than he intends to. Luckily, it doesn’t break, but Xia Fei feels something shatter in him — something like his restraint — that has the same sound as glass fracturing.Before he knows it, Xia Fei’s behind Vein, hand on the stranger’s wrist, interrupting the conversation without an ounce of hesitation because he knows Vein’s alright with him doing whatever, and he can’t just stand by while someone tries to make Vein uncomfortable, can he?“Perhaps,” Xia Fei starts as the businessman looks at him with a mix of disdain and irritation when he removes the hand from Vein’s shoulder and stands in front of him to separate the two, “it’s better for you to keep your hands to yourself.”“And you are?” the man asks. He has this snide tone to his voice, one that Xia Fei’s heard from his coworkers many times before. That hot-edged snarl curling at the edges of his words. “It’s awfully rude of you to interject in a conversation that doesn’t concern you.”“Well, wouldn’t you say the same for keeping your hands off someone who doesn’t belong to you?” Xia Fei retorts. “It seems even far more rude to touch someone else without their permission.”“You—” The man starts, stepping forward, but before he can take another step farther, Vein interjects with a hand on Xia Fei’s shoulder.“Enough,” he states in a tone that stills the tension between Xia Fei and the businessman. “This boy is with me. I apologize for his words, but please do not provoke him any further.”“Laoban—” Xia Fei protests, but Vein tightens his grip on his shoulder. A sign of silence. Quiet. Xia Fei shuts his mouth.“Oh, my apologies, Vein,” the businessman laughs, as if there’s anything funny to laugh about when Xia Fei wants to smack the stupid sh@t-eating grin off his face. “I did not realize that he matched your attire. He must be your plus one, then, I assume? Well, you must forgive me for saying what must be said.”“It did not need to be said—” Xia Fei starts again, teeth biting together in a broken cage. With a harsh tug, Vein shoves Xia Fei behind him. Xia Fei nearly stumbles, is it not for Vein’s tight grip on his wrist.“Of course,” Vein responds smoothly. “And you must forgive my model for saying what also must be said. We will take our leave now.”He pivots on his heel and drags Xia Fei away from the businessman before any damage can be dealt, pulling him away from the crowds and into the host’s mansion. The dim lights fade away to make way for more glaring, livid fluorescent lights that hurt Xia Fei’s eyes while he stumbles along with Vein to wherever Vein’s taking him. But just because Vein’s removed him from the situation doesn’t mean Xia Fei’s forgiven the guy yet for laying his hand on Vein.“He touched you,” Xia Fei blurts out as Vein leads him into an empty storage room and deposits the both of them there with a halt that ends faster than any period to a sentence. “He was trying to provoke you—”“And you were trying to provoke him as well, Felix.” Vein taps his foot against the ground after he closes the door, removing his hold on Xia Fei’s wrist. “What did I tell you about controlling your temper? Not to mention, you acted rashly while you were drunk. What would you have done if I wasn’t here to clean up your mess?”Xia Fei opens his mouth. Closes it. Frowns at Vein like he’s being unjustly lectured for something he didn’t do.“I’m not drunk,” is all he says. Which is the truth. He’s not drunk. Well, not to the extent where he can’t think straight. There’s still some rationality left in this brain of his, so no, he’s not entirely drunk. He’s still sober. Somewhat.“You are. Incredibly drunk. Do not lie to me, Felix. You’ve made me cross enough as it is already.”Xia Fei hangs his head, dejected. He doesn’t meet Vein’s eyes. His shoes are much more interesting.After a short while, he hears Vein heave out a sigh. “What you did was not wrong. But you have to understand that these are not events where you can do where you want. I brought you here to make connections, not enemies, Felix. Now, learn your lesson here and don’t repeat it again.”“I’m sorry, laoban. I won’t do it again,” Xia Fei mumbles, fumbling with the hem of the suit that Vein bought for him specifically for this event. He’s taking advantage of Vein’s generosity again. Pushing past his boundaries because there hasn’t been once where Vein hasn’t stood up for him. He feels like sh@t.“Okay, okay. Don’t look so sad just because I’ve scolded you once. There’s still a whole night left to this party. Enjoy yourself. It’s not always that an opportunity this rare comes your way, hotshot.” Xia Fei feels Vein card his fingers through his hair: gentle behind his ears and massaging his scalp in a way to assuage his anxieties. All of the tension in his shoulders bleeds away as he reaches for that comfort, leaning into Vein’s touch until he’s fully leaning against him, unabashedly so. He places his head in the crook of Vein’s neck and stays there.“You left me alone,” Xia Fei mumbles against Vein’s throat. He presses in and feels Vein’s body tense as he tries to  shoulder Xia Fei’s weight. “I was so bored.”“Hah,” Vein laughs, but Xia Fei hears a faint hitch in his voice when he brushes his lips against Vein’s neck, mumbling more nonsense that doesn’t quite make its way into words. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t know you’d be that lonely without me, Felix.”“I’m lonely without you,” Xia Fei says, pressing into Vein’s body and hearing a grunt as his shoulder blades hit the wall. The liquor’s getting to his mind. Undoing every inch of inhibition, doing what the stupid, inebriated part of his mind has always done when he sees Vein under the lights. And when Xia Fei’s drunk, Vein looks even more beautiful than he usually does. It’s driving him mad. All of this is driving him mad. He inhales Vein’s warmth with the scent of lingering tobacco from a cigarette smoked and thinks he’s going crazy. “Always.”“Is that why you decided to interrupt my conversation?” Vein scolds, but there’s still an amused note to his voice, one that he seems to want Xia Fei to catch. Xia Fei drops his head fully into the crook of Vein’s neck. Breathes once. Lightly. Feels the sliver of a shudder of Vein’s body underneath, like it’s suppressing something.“‘M sorry, laoban,” Xia Fei apologizes, but it comes out more of a whine with how the riesling’s loosened his tongue. He can still think straight, he means, but he lets the liquor do its work slowly in his bloodstream, like something blood-borne and instinctual. “I didn’t mean to. Sorry. He just had his hand on you and you looked like you didn’t like it—”“Oh? And you think I couldn’t have handled it myself?” Vein shifts a little, accidentally destabilizing Xia Fei, whose knees now feel made of gelatin. Like his bone marrow’s taken hold of all structure in his body. He stumbles, knees knocking against Vein’s, hands stretching outward to balance himself. There’s a couple grunts and Xia Fei’s knee accidentally brushes against the innermost between Vein’s thigh and there’s a soft sound that Xia Fei’s never heard from Vein before—Xia Fei finds his hands next to Vein’s head, slightly paled over in a soft yellow from the light seeping underneath the storage room door. He finds his gaze trained straight into Vein’s eyes — those burning red, red eyes that Xia Fei dreamt of holding with his own — and he swallows. Thickly.There’s an uncomfortable heat between his legs, sweltering on his palms, the prickling of an uncontainable heat at the back of his neck. Xia Fei opens his mouth to say something, but his lips move wordlessly, silence a muzzle against his head.Vein looks at him like he’s stupid. Xia Fei looks back at him, face flushed with alcohol and a feeling he hasn’t experienced in a long time, and sh@t, his knee is still between Vein’s legs but Vein doesn’t seem to mind and, hold on, what was that noise from earlier—Xia Fei’s mind swirls. His heart beats a bruise into his ribcage; his throat’s dry; it’s supposed to be cool with the AC on in the storage room, but Xia Fei finds the summer heat simmering beneath his skin anyway. His eyes flicker to Vein’s again and then he knows — Vein also feels it. This insufferable summer heat in their limbs. June’s body a car crash wreckage in their bones. The insatiable warmth that visualizes on Vein’s cheekbones ever so slightly, and if it isn’t for the sliver of light that gilds his face, Xia Fei would have never recognized it.Xia Fei moves his knee. Presses up, testing. Vein doesn’t stop him. Vein lets Xia Fei do whatever he wants, after all. Xia Fei looks directly at Vein’s pinched brows, the rose dust on his face, the sharp curve of his brilliant eyeliner that’s become soft underneath Xia Fei’s hands. Xia Fei grinds up; Vein balks, shudders, lets out a small, low groan that fades into a gasp.“Laoban,” Xia Fei murmurs, more in a sign for permission than anything else. Vein looks at him once with half-lidded eyes glazed over with something akin to need, and that’s all it takes for Xia Fei to surrender.He surges forward, pressing their chests together in a way where it could be mistaken for trying to drive himself straight into Vein, to become one with him, and kisses him open-mouthed and wanting. It’s messy, it’s wet, it’s hot and it’s addicting. Xia Fei takes Vein’s mouth on his own, shoves his tongue into that wide, humid enclave, and swallows all the little sounds that leave Vein’s mouth with a primal hunger.Vein tastes like a type of wine that Xia Fei could never buy with his paycheck. Something expensive, bold, rich, striking on the tongue. Something like that one time Vein fed him cabernet sauvignon and Xia Fei couldn’t get the hints of tobacco off the roof of his mouth because it tasted so similar to what Vein smoked. And now it tastes the same way, too, in Vein’s mouth — the velvet of bold fruits melding into a smoky, heavy, ashy taste with an earthy undertone that reminds Xia Fei of Vein’s humanness. Xia Fei doesn’t think he can get enough of it.He licks over each and every one of Vein’s teeth, nearly manhandling him into the wall, hands pressing into the fabric trying to undo the creases that Vein’s business partner or whatever the f@ck his title was left on him. He digs his fingers into Vein’s waist, consuming the subtle twitches and shudders that course down Vein’s spine. Holds him there, against the wall, against his knee, grinding, pushing, pulling.And just as the laws of physics apply to all objects on Earth, Vein grinds and pushes and pulls back against Xia Fei with equal attention: hands tugging at Xia Fei’s hair, hips rutting against his knee, teeth gnawing at Xia Fei’s lips, claiming, claiming, desiring, wanting, needing.“Felix,” Vein moans, Xia Fei’s name a fleeting thing on his tongue like the aftertaste of wine. “A-Ah, stop—”Xia Fei trails kisses down his neck. Bites down on the skin there. Tugs away the expensive suit hiding the soft junction between his shoulder and his neck and devours that, too. Hickeys like a vine down Vein’s throat as Vein arches his back from the wall and whimpers, whimpers, when Xia Fei shoves his knee farther between his legs. So, so, so wet. Xia Fei marks the skin graced by the light and only finally does his jealousy subside.“Do-Don’t move,” Vein hisses as he jerks himself over Xia Fei’s knee, rolling his hips down. “F-F@ck.” And, oh, Xia Fei realizes after a long while of making out with Vein — Vein’s hard. His bulge is hot and throbbing against Xia Fei’s pants, and he’s gasping without knowing he’s gasping, meaning: hot and heavy pants that careen into whimpers and it hits Xia Fei then—“Laoban.” Xia Fei angles his leg and rubs deep into Vein’s crotch, watching with elation while Vein buckles and groans, head thrown back and bangs disheveled. Completely dependent on Xia Fei. “Have… Have you ever done this before?”“Shut—” Vein starts, but another moan wrecks his voice into a hoarse thing. His entire body spasms, like it’s never been used to this before. “Shut up and — ah — move.”“Have you?” Xia Fei presses, and the glare that Vein responds to him with is neither terrifying nor intimidating. Not when he’s on the verge of unraveling, unloosening, losing every part of himself to Xia Fei. Oh, Xia Fei thinks. Is this how it feels to break a god? “You haven’t, have you? Is that why your body’s so sensitive? I—” Xia Fei laughs, a shuddering thing that hitches when Vein lets out another moan that travels straight to his d@ck. “I’ve never been with someone who’s never done it before. It—It’s your first time, isn’t it, l-laoban? I get to be your first time? Am I the first one you—you’ve kissed?”Before Xia Fei can ask anything else, Vein seizes him by the head and mashes their mouths together again, and this time it’s messier, sloppier, all because Vein’s taking the lead and this is, for once, something he’s never done. He’s never done this, Xia Fei thinks giddily and bubbly like the wine he drank. Vein’s never done this before. Xia Fei’s the first person he’s done this with. Xia Fei might as well be the first person Vein’s kissed, too, for that matter. Holy sh@t, the thought crosses his mind a split second later, he’s going to take Vein’s V-card. Holy sh@t.Their teeth knock against each other, and somewhere along the way, Vein accidentally bites Xia Fei, but Xia Fei doesn’t mind, because there’s nothing Vein can do to hurt him. Not that he ever would, not when all Vein’s done is protect him from harm. So Xia Fei moans into it instead and tosses Vein’s tie onto the ground before fumbling open his suit labels to lay his hands on that marble-smooth skin, heated with a desire that Xia Fei wants to fulfill.Vein continues to dry-hump against Xia Fei’s leg; Xia Fei bites down on his collarbone. There’s moans, there’s gasps, there’s whimpers, and Xia Fei has a carnal urge to devour them all from Vein. Watch him crumble by his hands, lose sense of himself and his name. There’s no way someone outside the storage room can’t hear them, but that’s exactly what Xia Fei wants.“Laoban,” Xia Fei moans, breathing heavily into the dip of Vein’s neck. He drags a tongue down Vein’s Adam’s apple and relishes in how Vein’s c@ck twitches on his thigh. “Laoban, say my name, please. Please. Say it again. I want you to say it again.”Vein shuts his mouth as Xia Fei teeths at his shoulder, leaving a bite mark large enough to be mistaken for a dog’s maw. He doesn’t say it. He muffles himself instead by biting into the back of his hand when Xia Fei draws his mouth over a tender area on Vein’s neck. But Xia Fei can’t have that now, can he? Not when Vein was so pliant and different in front of him — softer, more willing, more vulnerable. Only Xia Fei could see this sight worth more than all those billionaires outside the mansion could, and he isn’t about to let it go that easily.At a hasty tempo, Xia Fei grinds hard and deep between Vein’s legs, chanting his name like a prayer. Vein doesn’t moan Xia Fei’s name, no, but he’s close to it. Xia Fei can tell. He can feel it. The tension in Vein’s shoulders and thighs and in the way he’s gripping the back of Xia Fei’s suit with a strength meant to tear the garment straight off.“F-Felix, fas—faster,” Vein croaks out, and who is Xia Fei not to oblige him?And then with a broken “Xia Fei” on his tongue, Vein comes hot and hurried into his pants, his entire body writhing in Xia Fei’s hold. He moans, high-pitched and needy, bangs matted to his forehead with sweat and the shoulder of his suit draping down his elbow — a mess. A beautiful mess. A beautiful mess that Xia Fei made him into with his very own two hands.There’s a sense of pride that washes over Xia Fei when he sees Vein panting hard and sweltering after his @rg@sm, leaning onto Xia Fei like he would lose his life if he doesn’t.“What did you do?!” Vein hisses in a biting tone once he’s regained his composure. Xia Fei ignores this, because the warmth on his knee is enough to make him ecstatic. His c@ck jumps in his own pants, and f@ck, he’s even more hard.“You came a lot,” Xia Fei remarks. Vein flushes with gritted teeth. “Laoban, I was the only one who’s ever made you do that, right, right?”Vein looks away, face shadowed by the darker parts of the storage room. Xia Fei whines, impatient from the high and the remaining riesling in his system. “Right?”He snakes a hand between Vein’s trembling legs and palms him through his pants, pressing into that warmth and dampness as he licks the last of Vein’s lipstick off his mouth lasciviously. Tempting. Seducing. Drags his tongue over the corner of his lips to taste that blunt sweetness Vein left on him in a mark. Vein moans, aftershocks of pleasure static through his body, and Xia Fei feels the tips of his ears burning.“Laoban, look at me, please,” Xia Fei breathes, cradling Vein’s face with two hands. And Vein, albeit irritated, lets him take his face into his hands. He stares at Xia Fei, and Xia Fei catches sight of the lingering haze in his eyes. Like he’s not quite awake yet. Like he hasn’t had enough yet. Like he’s not done yet. “Look what you did to me.”He presses himself against Vein, his c@ck rubbing past their layer of clothes. He sees the slight bob of Vein’s throat and the droplet of sweat under the curve of his chin. Vein closes his eyes, and when he opens them, there’s no more of that fuzzed over glaze in his expression.“I’m leaving,” Vein states more in an order than anything. But he’s weak from his @rg@sm, so Xia Fei pushes him back against the wall, and Vein grunts with an anger that Xia Fei’s faced many times before. “Felix,” he warns. Xia Fei ignores him.“At least stay here and look at me,” Xia Fei pants out as he unzips his pants, the metal groaning low and glinting under the light. Vein’s gaze drops to the hand that Xia Fei wraps around his throbbing length, stroking himself languidly up and down while keeping Vein pinned to the wall with one hand that might as well be nothing with how weak Xia Fei’s limbs are. “I like—I like being watched. When it’s you.”Half of him expects Vein to turn away and walk straight out that storage room door to leave Xia Fei to his sad jerk off session like the ones he does in his bathroom at two a.m. when no one’s around to hear his lame ass moans. But Vein, as usual, proves him wrong, because Xia Fei notices that he can’t stop staring. Vein’s eyes are half-lidded again, trained on Xia Fei’s fingers working up and down his length, his thumb rubbing against the tip of his c@ck slick with precum. Lips parted in a mix of bewilderment and l@st, both equally driving Xia Fei up the wall.With his other hand on the wall, Xia Fei presses a thumb against Vein’s lips, parting them and working his nail over the swollen lips from their previous make-out session. It’s plush, soft. Bruised, too, maybe. Xia Fei did that. He did that. He presses down on Vein’s bottom lip and earns a little gasp from him as a reward. “Do you,” Xia Fei asks right as he breaks off into a moan and his hips jerk uncontrollably into his hand. “Do you want to try? Sucking me?”The glare that Vein shoots him is enough for Xia Fei to laugh breathlessly. That’s a look that definitely hollers, “VEIN IS NOT SUCKING OFF XIA FEI TODAY. OR EVER.” So, Xia Fei gives up and starts working himself into his hand faster, eyebrows pinched together as he chases after the limited pleasure that the warmth of his palm can provide him.But then, as Xia Fei thinks he’s going to have to force himself to come, Vein gets on his knees. Vein gets on his knees. In front of Xia Fei. Xia Fei’s never seen Vein in a position lower than when sitting down. And now here Vein was, his laoban, the head of Chinatown’s Commerce, on his knees in front of him. Xia Fei flushes so pink he thinks his brain will fry like an overheated CPU chip. Oh, god, he thinks fleetingly while Vein opens his mouth shyly and licks the tip of Xia Fei’s d@ck. Oh god, oh sh@t, oh f@ck—Xia Fei moans so loud he thinks the sound of it is enough to reverberate through the halls outside of the room. His head swirls as he stares down at Vein; blood pumps straight to his brain, straight to his c@ck, and there’s no way he just got bigger. (There’s also no way that this is the exact scenario of every single one of his wet dreams. Not that he’d ever confess that he’s had wet dreams of Vein before. Or that he’s dreamed of sitting on Vein’s face and—)“Laoban,” Xia Fei whines, hands reaching for Vein’s head. And worst of all, Vein lets him. Oh, Xia Fei thinks dumbly. He wants it, too. Vein wants to suck Xia Fei off. He’s willing. How long has he been willing to? Xia Fei doesn’t even have time to think about it before Vein takes the tip of his head into his mouth and Xia Fei keens.He buckles his hips into Vein’s mouth, filling up the hot area with his d@ck faster than Vein can take it all in. Slips his c@ck past Vein’s lips like it was born to fit right into that tight, small mouth of his. Xia Fei hits the back of Vein’s throat and hears him gag. The flex of his throat, the bob of it, the stretch of Vein’s wet lips around the base of his d@ck, and if it sucks him in this sweetly, Xia Fei can only imagine how it would feel inside Vein.“S-So good,” Xia Fei sighs, jutting his hips deeper into Vein’s mouth. There’s an audible squelching noise followed by a whimper from the back of Vein’s throat whose vibrations hum down Xia Fei’s length and wrings a wet gasp from him. “Ah— Laoban—”Xia Fei arches his back and dips his head from all the pleasure that seizes him by the esophagus in an unruly form of asphyxiation. He nearly chokes on his own spit when his eyes flutter open to the sight in front of him: Vein on his knees, hands digging into the fabric at Xia Fei’s thighs, eyes blown wide open with dilated pupils in the muted darkness, tears glinting silver from the shattered light flitting over his cheekbones, face flushed a healthy brilliant baby pink, and cheeks puffed up with a bump against his left cheek where Xia Fei’s d@ck presses against the inside.Vein’s taking it so well Xia Fei’s eyes go wider than the space in Vein’s blown-open pupils. He’s breathing heavily through his nose, thumbs imprinting bruises into Xia Fei’s inner thighs trying to steady himself, trying to swallow and failing from how huge Xia Fei is in his mouth. And if Xia Fei didn’t think Vein could be even more beautiful than he was under those fairy lights, he might as well be completely wrong in the moment. Because Vein is ethereal with the majority of Xia Fei’s c@ck bulging against his cheek and splitting his lips wide open, drool collecting at the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.“Laoban,” Xia Fei gasps as Vein works his tongue underneath the base of his c@ck. The warmth. Oh god. Xia Fei thinks he’s going to die here. “Are you crying? Does—Does it hurt anywhere? I’m—I’m sorry. I can pull—I can pull out if it’s too much.”Xia Fei shifts his hips to remove himself from Vein a little, but just as he does, Vein hollows out his cheeks and Xia Fei lets out a broken moan that echoes through the storage room. To Xia Fei’s surprise, Vein bobs his head farther onto Xia Fei’s length with a whine crooning in his chest, and he takes Xia Fei wonderfully. Messily, too, but wonderfully nonetheless.It’s not the best bl@w j@b Xia Fei’s ever gotten, no, because Vein is inexperienced and it’s sloppy and he’s not doing it right because Vein’s not breathing properly enough so everything is fast and hurried, but Xia Fei loves it regardless because, his laoban is giving him head, for f@ck’s sake — how can he complain about that? There’s nothing to complain about when Xia Fei rubs the bump of his c@ck against Vein’s cheek and caresses the undulation of skin there with a thumb.Vein. Taking his d@ck so obediently. If Xia Fei was any less experienced, he would have come on the spot in Vein’s mouth without a warning. Except Xia Fei’s built his self-restraint enough, so he controls himself by cursing in lieu as Vein moans quietly, softly around his swelling c@ck. The room lapses into a silence made of Xia Fei’s panting and Vein’s half-cleaved whimpers muffled by his attempt to swallow Xia Fei’s d@ck entirely.“Ah,” Xia Fei groans, jerking his hips farther into Vein’s mouth until he’s taking Vein’s head and tugging at his hair to press them together closer, closer, until their breaths turn into the air they breathe. “Mmmn— L-Laoban, I’m close—”Maybe it was Vein’s delayed reaction, or maybe it was Xia Fei’s innermost desire to fulfill his wet dreams, but Vein doesn’t pull away fast enough, and so Xia Fei hits the back of Vein’s throat again, and this time, Vein convulses. His cheeks close around Xia Fei’s hot cock with a pressure that milks Xia Fei dry as he comes straight into Vein’s mouth.“Oh my god,” Xia Fei panics, immediately removing himself from Vein, who’s coughing and choking on Xia Fei’s come. The white strings out of his mouth, dripping onto the side of his chin and it’s the most obscene sight Xia Fei’s ever seen that it makes his heart rate accelerate in a way that could be mistaken for a heart attack. “Sh@t. Um. I’m sorry. I s-should’ve pulled out earlier. Oh my god, laoban, are you okay?”Xia Fei takes off his blazer and wipes at Vein’s mouth as best as he can, hands trembling at the thought of having accidentally pushed Vein too far. Vein shoves him away with a harsh gesture that nearly has Xia Fei stumbling as Vein wipes his mouth with a sleeve and coughs several times.“Felix,” he says, and. Xia Fei doesn’t even know what god to invoke at the sound of Vein’s voice. It’s hoarse, overused, overstimulated, absolutely done and f@ck@d. It’s hot. It might be the hottest thing Xia Fei’s ever heard come out of Vein’s mouth. And it was done by saying his name. Xia Fei is swooning. (Well, maybe literally, too, because his legs are weak as f@ck.)“Laoban?”“I’m deducting your pay for making me swallow.”Xia Fei freezes. Nervous smile, like he hasn’t just face f@ck@d his superior silly. “What?”Vein coughs again, doubling over, and Xia Fei’s frantic hands fly around his shoulders to try and help stabilize Vein again. But Vein swats him away, and Xia Fei laughs nervously at the glare that Vein shoots at him. Not that he can take Vein seriously, because even though his laoban can be menacing when someone presses his buttons, Vein’s too disheveled for Xia Fei to think straight. His hair is still matted to his forehead, clothes all over the place like a wild animal instead of a human had gotten to him, bites and bruises littered all over his neck and downward, faint lipstick smudged across his chin. Xia Fei unconsciously wets his lips.“You failed to pull out fast enough,” Vein puts it bluntly. Xia Fei can only flush out of embarrassment and shame like a high schooler being scolded when his parents found his s@x toy loot. He gives Vein a sheepish smile and rubs the back of his neck.“Um. I’m sorry…?”“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Felix,” Vein says, readjusting his clothes and running his hands through his hair. He doesn’t look mad, though. A little roughed up, but not. Mad. (Did he enjoy it, then? Xia Fei’s brain thinks for him, and the simple thought of it sends another bolt of arousal between his legs.) “What are you going to do about this? Are you expecting me to clean up your mess again?”Xia Fei picks at the hem of the blazer he took off. “Um.” But you are my mess, Xia Fei’s tempted to say, but he fears more for his life if he dares to flirt with Vein again when he’s mad, so he keeps his mouth shut instead. He drops his gaze to the floor as a scolded puppy would. Sulking again. Because Vein’s going to leave him alone again after the stunt he’s pulled, which is the opposite of what he wanted. Just as he dares to meet Vein’s stare again, he notices the bulge in Vein’s pants, and—“Are you going to clean it up for me this time?”Xia Fei balks. “Clean… what up?”Vein narrows his eyes and the ghost of a smile flits over his face, and, oh, Xia Fei lets out a squeak he doesn’t know he could produce. “You already see it, don’t you, Felix? You should take responsibility for the things you caused.” Vein advances toward him, cornering Xia Fei into the wall. Before Xia Fei has time to swallow, Vein grinds his hardon against Xia Fei’s half-hard d@ck. His breath is hot against Xia Fei’s ear. Needy, despite being so upfront and confident. Like he hasn’t quite rode off his high yet. Xia Fei presses a hand against Vein’s sweating bare chest and feels him shudder.“Come on,” Vein murmurs next to his ear. He’s already rubbing himself against Xia Fei again, the beginnings of a sweet moan on the tip of his tongue. And he is so, so, so hard. So desperate, so wanting. And who is Xia Fei to deny Vein anything? “Be a good boy and give me more.”Well.Xia Fei can’t say no to that, can he?'
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