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Shen Yuan definitely doesn’t have a problem, okay? So, maybe he keeps thinking about the beautiful model who gave him a mind-blowing blowjob in the mall toilets when he was volunteering as a mall Santa. So what? Anyone would! Especially since that asshole just took off with only a look of disgust after he saw Shen Yuan take off the beard…
Fuck that guy anyway!
Shen Yuan absolutely doesn’t care! He’s just, you know, perfectly, reasonably, angry! What’s wrong with his face, huh? Sure, not everyone can be a super model like that guy, but Shen Yuan thinks he actually has a pretty decent face, okay?
So, maybe he used his family’s less than legal connections to find out where the guy lives. He wasn’t going to do anything with it, he just wanted to know so he could… avoid him! Obviously! But then he found out it was just a few blocks away from his place, so of course he had to go take a look and check out where super handsome supermodel lived! And then, maybe he followed him around a bit and found out the guy lived alone. That his name was Luo Binghe and that he had moved to the city recently and didn’t really know anyone. And maybe he was just a bit mad still and some perfectly innocent revenge sounded like the best thing, right then. And maybe he was back here, in the middle of the night, wearing his mall Santa costume because… it was the only thing he owned that concealed his identity, of course!
The point is! Standing in front of the Luo Binghe’s door, in the middle of the night, dressed in a mall Santa outfit, picking the lock with the skills he learned a few days ago after watching a series of lockpicking tutorial videos… All of that is perfectly normal and Shen Yuan definitely doesn’t have a problem!
He’s just going to, you know, scare this Luo Binghe a bit, make him regret making out with a random Santa and then dumping him without a care for the Santa’s feelings – which Shen Yuan definitely does not have, this is to protect future Santas that Luo Binghe might take advantage of.
Shen Yuan is being a good samaritan! Protecting poor innocent vulnerable old men that would be helplessly wooed by Luo Binghe’s perfect features and amazing abs.
He nods to himself as the pins catch and the door swings open softly. Soundlessly. He tiptoes in and finds himself in a nice, if impersonal, little entryway.
He wanders farther in, steps hesitant. He needs to… find the bedroom! Probably! Maybe just freak Luo Binghe out by waking him up with a creepy Santa standing over him with… with a knife! Shit, he should have brought a knife with him, he really didn’t think this through. Whatever, find the bedroom first, then look for a knife! And then… you know, don’t get caught in Luo Binghe’s well-muscled arms and escape! A flawless plan!
He walks down a hall with a series of closed doors and goes to try one at random when—
From the door opposite the one he’s chosen, he hears a low buzzing sound accompanied by muffled moans.
Shen Yuan’s mind goes blank. Luo Binghe… This guy couldn’t be… He’s not, right now…
As if hypnotized, Shen Yuan slowly turns toward the door the sound came from. He places his hand on the doorknob, turns it, and gently nudges the door open, staring through the gap and into what he now sees is a well-furnished bedroom.
Splayed out on the bed lays the handsome mall man, Luo Binghe. His head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes clenched shut, sweat trailing down his naked body. His wild mane of curly hair halos his head in a soft cushion of luscious curls. He visibly swallows another low moan; a quiet needy sound that almost has Shen Yuan answering in kind.
A soft light illuminates his honeyed skin and catches against stray drops of sweat.
Arms handcuffed around a headboard post, feet pressed into the mattress for whatever leverage he can get, he fucks himself faster onto the violently buzzing humongous vibrator that seems to be fixed to his bed. His dick stands tall, an almost identical copy of the dildo he’s fucking himself on, girthy, veiny, and flushed a deep purplish red. It bobs up and down, slapping against his flat, muscly stomach. Precum pools in the grooves.
His dick is almost the size of Shen Yuan’s forearm. How does this guy fit all of this in those skin tight little jeans he was wearing? Shen Yuan can feel saliva pooling in his mouth, heat building in his crotch. He wants…
Shen Yuan watches, fascinated, as Luo Binghe’s ass swallows the gigantic dildo all the way to the root, before pulling off in a swift, squelching motion, and devouring the dildo once more. It’s a mesmerizing sight, watching the dildo disappear, again and again, into the man’s body. How does it even fit? Some part of Shen Yuan wants to touch, wants to feel the dildo entering, wants to see if he could feel the shape of it through Luo Binghe’s marble sculpted chest.
He nudges the door opening wider and slips into the room, approaching the bed. He breathes shallowly, unwilling to disrupt the guy in his… um… this. Standing at the end of the bed, creepily staring down at the handsome, naked, masturbating man, he slowly reaches for the dildo and moves it around, fascinated, until he angles it just so, dragging a loud startled moan from those soft, shapely lips.
Luo Binghe’s eyes snap open and he stares directly into Shen Yuan’s eyes, panting growing ragged at the sudden surge of pleasure, hips still relentlessly thrusting up and down, the dildo now targeting his prostate.
“S-Santa…” Luo Binghe moans. “P-please, I’m so close…”
An irresistible urge to bully the man overtakes Shen Yuan and he angles the dildo away. Luo Binghe cries out in protest, tears building in his bright reddish-brown eyes, making him look exceedingly pitiful. It’s fine, Shen Yuan is here for revenge, isn’t he? He won’t let himself be swayed by something as simple as teary eyes and a pathetic-looking little pout. Not even if they make his heart itch with a desire to spoil this man rotten.
“Ah!” Luo Binghe’s cries increase in strength and he tries thrusting harder, tries to adjust himself, but he can’t seem to hit the right spot on his own. “Please! Please, Santa, I’ve been a good boy!”
A little rush of anger rises within Shen Yuan’s chest. A good boy? Who’s been a good boy exactly?
He quickly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between Luo Binghe’s legs, and knocks them out from under him, making him drop with a thump. The dildo slides out of his ass entirely, a wet, shiny pillar standing proud, right in front of Shen Yuan. Standing free, Shen Yuan can truly admire the massive size of the thing; kneeling in front of it, it practically reaches his belly button! Truly, a monstrous thing.
Luo Binghe cries out again and tries and fails to press down against the dildo. From Shen Yuan’s angle, he can see Luo Binghe’s hole gaping, trying to clench down on nothing. He begs, pulling roughly against the handcuffs.
Shen Yuan reaches out tentatively for the dildo – it’s fixed to a little pedestal on the bed – and what kind of freak has something like this built into their bed anyway – and holds it up. It’s heavy. Wide. Shen Yuan wraps one hand around the girth of it, marveling at how his hand barely reaches halfway around the widest part of it. How does something like this even fit?
The dildo itself is pretty simple; it seems to have buttons to increase and decrease the strength of the vibrations and little else.
He looks back at Luo Binghe, who is now staring directly at him again, teary eyes and all. But there is now a strange, hungry intensity in his eyes as he stares at Shen Yuan’s hand around the dildo. As if he might devour Shen Yuan whole, if only he were free.
The air between them is strangely charged.
Staring at each other, Luo Binghe whispers again: “I’ve been a good boy, Santa, I promise.”
“Have you been a good boy?” Shen Yuan grumbles, grabbing onto the dildo more firmly and moving himself closer to Luo Binghe. He stares at the spread legs, the gaping hungry hole, the monstrous twitching dick, the heavy hanging balls… It’s overwhelming. He… wants to touch. All of it. Everything. He settles for reaching for the man’s gaping asshole, stroking gently along the rim and watching it flutter open and closed.
“I-I have… Please…” Luo Binghe groans, head thrown back. Strands of his wild curls are plastered against his forehead with sweat.
“I think you’ve been a naughty boy.” He turns off the vibration and shoves it back into Luo Binghe’s ass, as deep as it can go, giving it a few shallow, teasing thrusts. Nowhere near as much stimulation as the man clearly needs.
“No…” Luo Binghe whines in response, humping desperately, tears streaming from his eyes.
Shen Yuan bends down and bites hard into the meat of Luo Binghe’s thighs, long white beard grazing the man’s sensitive skin.
A loud shout answers him and Luo Binghe bucks wildly, dick gushing with a fresh burst of precum.
With a little lick at the new bite mark, Shen Yuan pulls away.
“Santa remembers you being quite rude to an innocent mall volunteer a few days ago.”
“I… I didn’t mean—”
He cuts himself off when Shen Yuan bends down over his lower body and bites his stomach, giving in to the temptation of tasting those overly-defined abs. Who even needs abs like this, anyway? Who is he showing all this off to? A surge of irrational jealousy overtakes him. This time, his beard brushes against Luo Binghe’s ass and balls, teasing another soft moan from his throat.
“You didn’t mean to tease him and then leave him hanging?” Shen Yuan asks in an accusing tone, biting his other side and drawing more noises from Luo Binghe.
It’s… a strangely addicting sensation, pulling all these sounds from this Luo Binghe. The man had looked so perfectly composed and put together, blowing him in the mall toilet.
Shen Yuan stares down at the oversized dick. There is no way that thing is going to fit anywhere, he thinks. But he can at least give the man a taste of his own medicine, right? His mouth salivates at the thought. For revenge. Not because he just… wants a taste. Absolutely not.
He bends over, panting hard. He licks a long stripe along the underside of Luo Binghe’s dick, playing with the dildo in Luo Binghe’s ass with one hand and holding Luo Binghe’s dick with his other. It tastes… salty. He wants more of it. He drops an open-mouthed kiss against one of the thick veins running along the man’s dick, following it up to the tip of the dick.
It won’t fit. It definitely won’t fit. But… he can have a taste, right? Just a little taste. Just the tip. He can take a little bit of it.
Shen Yuan tongues at the slit and wraps his lips around the tip, gently lowering himself down onto the thick length, as far as he can go, before pulling back up. He doesn’t get far; a bare couple inches or so before his jaw starts aching. There is so much left of it. He marvels at the length.
He feels slight trembles running along Luo Binghe’s tense body under him, but he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a sound. Shen Yuan can almost feel his intense gaze on the crown of his head.
Only the sounds of panting fill the room.
He feels flushed, warm and over-heating. It’s… the thick Santa costume, it has to be. It’s not because he’s getting off on this, getting off on touching a man he barely knows in the man’s own home, in the middle of the night, after catching him in the throes of pleasure. It’s not because he has a dick in his mouth! Especially because Shen Yuan is definitely not gay! He’s only enjoying the satisfaction of well-served vengeance. He’s… sweating from righteous revenge! It’s… definitely not because he enjoys this, okay? The whole Santa roleplay and everything. Blowing the man. He just… it’s part of the whole revenge deal!
Yeah, so all of this is perfectly normal. Well within the bounds of his extremely well-defined revenge plot!
Distracted as he is, he doesn’t notice when his hand clenches down desperately around the vibrator in his hand and he accidentally presses a button, triggering a sudden flurry of vibrations. He definitely notices when Luo Binghe’s hips suddenly jump with a surprised shout, shoving his massive dick up and hitting the back of Shen Yuan’s mouth, choking him slightly. He also definitely notices when he gives out a loud muffled moan at the feel of the dick filling him so completely, a heavy weight on his tongue.
Shen Yuan pulls off entirely, with one final lick at the tip, gathering the beads of precum already pearling at the end. Luo Binghe stares up at him, eyes reddened and glistening with tears. He’s flushed all the way down to his chest now and he heaves desperate breaths. His wrists look raw where the handcuffs rub against skin. Painful. Yet he keeps pulling desperately against the headboard.
The man looks so beautifully undone. Wrecked. And Shen Yuan is the one who did this. He did this. Satisfaction wells within his chest. He wants more. He wants Luo Binghe begging for it to end. He wants Luo Binghe begging for more.
Viciously, Shen Yuan jams the button until the buzzing is clearly audible.
Luo Binghe’s cries grow in intensity, his entire body lifting off the bed, as he thrashes around on the bed, yanking at his handcuffs with maddened recklessness.
And then—
Shen Yuan jams the off button and pulls the dildo out entirely.
“NO!” Luo Binghe rages on the bed, humping uselessly, seeking any hint of friction. He stares up at Shen Yuan, nearly incoherent with need. “Aah! I need—Please! Please! I’ll—Santa—”
“Naughty boys don’t get to cum, do they, Binghe?” Shen Yuan speaks softly, cajoling. He rubs a hand along Luo Binghe’s inner thigh, right over the bite mark. A soothing touch. “And you’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”
“No… nonono, please, Santa!” He pleads.
Shen Yuan shakes his head.
“Tell me the truth, Binghe. Have you been naughty?” He asks again, kissing over the bite mark softly.
Luo Binghe shuts his eyes tight, tears beading his long, delicate lashes.
“Yes…” He finally whispers. “Yes, I’ve been naughty.”
He opens his eyes and stares straight into Shen Yuan’s. He looks absolutely pathetic like this. Shen Yuan grabs his chest and resists the urge to take a step back. Those big sad eyes could deal a critical blow all by themselves.
“Please, Santa… I’ll be good. I will. I won’t do it again. Please…”
“Hmm… Good boy.” Shen Yuan whispers back. He drops another kiss against Luo Binghe’s knee and shoves the dildo back into Luo Binghe’s ass. He turns it back on and onto the highest setting.
“Good boy, Binghe,” he repeats, “you can cum now.” He thrusts the dildo in and out of the loose hole, angling it until it hits the right spot.
With a shout, Luo Binghe cums, a long stream of cum shooting from his dick and hitting his chin.
Beautiful, Shen Yuan thinks again. So beautiful.
Luo Binghe is perfect.
Shen Yuan works Luo Binghe through his orgasm, fucking him with the dildo until he gives little over-sensitized cries, twitching and whimpering from the over-stimulation.
Then he finally pulls it out and sets it to the side, shiny and dripping.
Together, they sit in silence for a few moments.
Soft breaths fill the air between them.
It’s almost… comfortable.
Until Shen Yuan remembers with a start that he absolutely, 100% should not be here at all right now and he really should leave before Luo Binghe gathers his wits enough to be mad about him sneaking into his house.
Yeah.
Time to jet!
He stands in a hurry, quickly backing away to the wide-open door.
Wait. Should he uncuff Luo Binghe? Is he just going to be stuck there? How did he even cuff himself?
It’s fine, right? If he cuffed himself in, he can uncuff himself. Right? This isn’t Shen Yuan’s problem.
“Wait!” Luo Binghe calls out. He does something with the handcuffs and they slide open, just like that.
Shit.
Shen Yuan takes off running and he hears Luo Binghe stumbling behind him, slowed down by his recent orgasm and, hopefully, by the pain in his ass.
He… won’t follow Shen Yuan out of the house naked, will he?
If he can just get out the front door and to his car, he should be fine, right?
Shen Yuan picks up speed. Front door. He just needs to get to the front door.
“Wait, please!”
Hahah no way! What, do you think just because you’re insanely handsome that people will just stop when you say please? Not Shen Yuan, that’s for sure. He doesn’t feel guilty at all about leaving this Luo Binghe behind when he’s so pitifully asking him to wait. Nope. No guilt here.
He slams open the front door and sprints the few meters to his car, immediately starting it.
He throws one last glance back at Luo Binghe, naked, standing in his doorway and staring at Shen Yuan leave with a strangely forlorn expression on his face.
Nope. He’s not caving to those eyes. He’s not. He’s leaving. He’s going home, jacking off – definitely not to anything that happened tonight, just a healthy, purely heterosexual jack-off session – and then going to sleep.
He straps himself in, grabs the wheel. Looks toward the house again.
Luo Binghe hasn’t moved.
Yep. Definitely leaving. Right now.
Luo Binghe takes a step outside, completely ignoring his state of nakedness, and starts running straight for Shen Yuan’s car.
Shen Yuan’s heart jumps to his throat.
FUCK! LEAVING! NOW!
He slams the car into drive, slams the gas pedal, and slams his way onto the quiet street with a deafening roar of the motor.
His heart thunders the whole way home.
That night, he has the best orgasm of his life.
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“Excuse me, sir, I’m, um, going on break.” Shen Yuan stammers, sweating profusely at the sight of the handsome man sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around Shen Yuan’s shoulders. The thick beard and heavy Santa coat definitely don’t help his current overheating situation.
“Hm?” Luo Binghe smiles down at him, getting his face much closer than should be comfortable. “Santa doesn’t want my company for his break?” Somehow, Luo Binghe leans even closer.
Shen Yuan can feel Luo Binghe’s breath against his lips. His mouth opens and closes a few times; his brain seems completely unable to form words at the moment.
With a teasing smile, Luo Binghe drops a quick peck on his mouth.
“It’s okay, I just wanted to ask Santa to visit again.” Luo Binghe’s smile turns into a devastating pout. “Santa came to my house early this year, but he doesn’t seem to have left me any presents.”
He grinds down on Shen Yuan’s lap prompting a breathless gasp. Shen Yuan stares at him, mesmerized, unable to breathe.
“Maybe Santa should come by again?” Luo Binghe finishes with a charming wink, long lashes fanning his cheekbones.
“…Okay.” Shen Yuan whispers. “Um. Santa will try.”
Luo Binghe leans back in, mouth pressed right against Shen Yuan’s ear.
“I’ll look forward to Santa’s visit tonight, then.”
Before slipping away, as quietly as he came.
Still dazed, Shen Yuan sends a quick text to Shang Qinghua, telling him that he has to leave for the day due to a personal emergency.
The personal emergency being the unfortunate, not at all family-friendly, bulge at his crotch.
He also has things to prepare for his… date? Rendez-vous? Illicit sex affair?
Fuck.
Maybe he is gay.