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Abyss looks a bit like he’s pouting. He looks up at Wang Zixin from his place on the couch, crossing his arms.
Wang Zixin, on the other hand, is pretty pissed off at the moment.
“If you want to eat, you have to give me what I want in exchange,” he reminds Abyss, tossing the lunch box to him.
And there goes my food for today, he weeps internally.
“That being your undercover gains,” he adds, when Abyss stubbornly stays quiet.
“There are many convicts who’ve committed felonies,” Abyss starts, opening the lunchbox, “There’re also many who’ve organized inciteful acts.”
The food looks delicious and Wang Zixin is distracted for a second, looking at the fried rice, meat, and vegetables he had to give away.
“But I have yet to hear of anyone who’s thought of organizing a breakout.”
“Hmm…” Wang Zixin shakes his head, snapping back to focus. “Continue following up. If possible, ask in any strange things have happened in the cells recently.”
“Okay,” Abyss replies around a mouthful of rice. Wang Zixin has to bite his tongue not to scold him for it.
This is not your little A. This is Wang Ai. It’s not your job to raise him right now.
In the time he took to compose himself, almost half the food disappeared. This may not be my little A, but the appetite is certainly the same, he scoffs.
“Do you have drinks?” Abyss asks, chewing all the while.
Wang Zixin rolls his eyes.
“Look at how I’ve spoiled you!” He throws a bottle of milk in Abyss’s general direction. “And don’t talk with food in your mouth!” he blurts, unable to stop himself.
He sighs, leaning back in the chair.
“My Abyss is the best,” he complains. “He’s obedient and soft. He’d ever act cute whenever he wanted something.”
If he’s being honest, he misses his A. Wang Ai looks exactly like him, but acts so differently, it’s hard to look at him and inwardly call him Abyss.
Lost in thought, he fails to notice the flash of emotion is Abyss’s eyes, a little flicker of hurt that extinguishes too fast to be perceived.
“Oh…” Abyss murmurs, acting aloof. He clears his throat. "I'll take my afternoon nap then." He lies down on the couch, making a show of covering himself with Wang Zixin's coat. "Good night."
Wang Zixin gapes at him, shocked to the core. This is exactly why he misses his A. He jumps up from the chair.
"You rascal, don't push your luck, when I'm already giving in to you!" He leans over Abyss to yank the coat back. "Go back to your cell if you want to sleep!"
The next thing he knows, a hand grabs him by the tie and roughly pulls him closer. He feels something warm on his lips as he loses his balance and almost collapses on top of Abyss.
Abyss is staring at him when they separate. Without breaking eye contact, he licks his lips in an almost wolfish manner.
“Officer Wang...” he murmurs in a low voice. “If you wish to disturb me so badly…”
There's a hand on Wang Zixin's waist now, and before he can fully register the touch, they switch positions. Suddenly, he's looking up at Abyss with his chest pressed back into the couch, caged in by Abyss's arms.
“…why don't we do something more fun together?”
He lowers himself to steal another kiss, but Wang Zixin covers his mouth with his hand and tries to push him away.
Cringe! So cringy! He scowls.
“What do you mean, 'something more fun'? Get off of me!” It feels as if his blood is going to boil, from rage or something else he doesn’t understand. His heart is pounding for some reason, most likely anger.
(Right...)
He feels Abyss snicker behind his hand, and then something slick and warm brushes against his palm. He immediately pulls his hand back.
“Did you just lick me?” He shudders. From disgust, obviously.
(Obviously)
Abyss is still smirking menacingly and Wang Zixin’s stomach tenses.
They are both Abyss, so why are their personalities so different?
“You wanted information, didn't you?" He takes advantage of Wang Zixin's hand still being in the air and grabs it to pull it over the prison ward's head. "Cooperate and I'll give you something in return.”
He lowers himself and presses his lips against Wang Zixin's neck, mouthing at his racing pulse. Wang Zixin whole body jolts.
“You— know something?” He manages, sinking the fingers of his free hand into Abyss's shoulder in a weak attempt at resistance. Control yourself, Wang Zixin! You’re an adult!
He feels Abyss smile against his skin.
“Maybe, maybe not.” He bites down, and Wang Zixin yelps, his eyes watering from pain. “You'll have to find out.”
“You little— I am not doing this for a maybe!” he argues.
“So you are considering this?” Abyss sneaks one hand between them to unbutton Wang Zixin's uniform and his own prison shirt. Wang Zixin pushes him away with his free hand with all the strength he has, but this is still some form of Abyss, after all. He isn’t nearly strong enough.
Abyss catches his hand and pins it over his head with the other. There is something about the way he can hold both his wrists with one hand that causes a shiver to run down Wang Zixin’s back.
“I’m— I’m not…” Wang Zixin replies weakly. He himself isn’t sure what he’s replying to anymore.
Abyss presses their chests flush against each other, skin to skin. He's warm to the touch and Wang Zixin feels his face burning. He turns his head away to hide the blush.
“Mm, hiding something?” Abyss grabs him by the chin to pull him back.
“What are you- mhmm!” Wang Zixin's words are silenced as a tongue intrudes his mouth.
He has never been kissed like this. And however weird it is, it makes his insides twist with want as warmth pulls in his lower abdomen.
I can’t do this, he thinks. This is still Abyss.
“Let’s make a deal.” Abyss pulls back ever so slightly, his lips hovering just above Wang Zixin’s. They brush against him as Abyss talks. “I do now something important. Comply and I’ll tell you.”
I can’t. I can’t. I—
But as Wang Zixin’s mouth is being claimed by the prisoner above him, he finds himself kissing back, chasing those lips and touches.
He enjoys it, he realizes with terror.
This is for the plot he rationalizes. This might be crucial information to cracking the game.
And this is just Wang Ai, he convinces himself. Not my—
“You like this, little dianxia,” Wang Ai teases, breaking the kiss for a moment. He grinds his hips against Wang Zixin's to emphasize the visible proof of him 'liking this'. The movement rips a moan out of Wang Zixin before he can bite his lips to stop it.
“Shh...” Wang Ai presses a finger to Wang Zixin's just freed mouth. “We don't want officer Liu to hear you, little dianxia. I would have to break his neck.”
Those three sentences contain so much, Wang Zixin doesn't know what to focus on. His mind is muddled, his eyes already half-lidded.
Was he really so touch starved? How long was he single, exactly? When was the last time he kissed somebody?
(The answers are respectively: yes, forever, the last time you kissed Abyss, idk ¯\_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯)
Wang Ai's hand leaves his waist to coil around his throat, squeezing lightly, like he's demonstrating what he'd do to Liu, were he to overhear. Wang Zixin’s mind finally catches up.
“What... did you call— nghh!” Wang Zixin is forced to stop as those hips rub against him again. It's still clothes against clothes, but it already drives him to the edge. “What did you call me?” he chokes out.
“Little dianxia,” Wang Ai obediently repeats, dragging his teeth over Wang Zixin's earlobe.
“Wha- why?”
“Well, you are Prince, no?”
Wang Zixin closes his eyes, feeling his cheeks burning. He is Prince, that’s true. But still… the nickname makes him squirm, it's so cringy.
Or not really squirm, but shudder in anticipation of what's coming next, though he would rather die than admit it. He wishes he could just cover his face with his hands, but they are still above his head, in Wang Ai's tight grip.
He suddenly realizes his pants are already down his knees, and Wang Ai is caressing his inner thigh, goosebumps left in his wake.
“A- Ai,” he stops himself at the last moment, before blurting out Abyss's name. He doesn’t want it here. “Can you—”
Can you what? Stop? Not really, Wang Zixin needs that information. Slow down? Maybe? It is his first time, after all. The truth is, Wang Zixin himself doesn’t know what he wants.
“’A-Ai’?” Wang Ai repeats, teasing him. “As much as I like you giving me a pet name, this one sounds rather awkward.”
As he speaks, his mouth brushes lightly against Wang Zixin's throat. It’s merely a ghost of a touch, a promise of something more, but it makes Wang Zixin tug at his hands in another futile attempt at freedom. He feels he’s either going to die from rage or explode from pleasure, and he isn’t sure which yet.
“How about Ai-er?” He teases. “Or maybe... just A?”
That makes Wang Zixin go completely still.
“N-no,” he protests weakly, fighting against Wang Ai’s weight on him with his eyes shut tight. “Not A—”
“Fine, not A. I'll stop teasing you,” Wang Zixin doesn't see, but there's a menacing glint in Wang Ai's eyes, a clear sign he's about to do something not even remotely close to stopping teasing Wang Zixin. “Then you'll call me Wang-lang.”
Wang Zixin chokes, even without Wang Ai's hand on his throat and his eyes fly open.
“I will not—!” A hand covers his mouth. Soon after, a slender finger presses at his lips to pry them open.
“Take them, little dianxia,” Wang Ai orders, seemingly having liked the new nickname. “Be good.”
As if I'm a dog, Wang Zixin fumes inside. He is not one bit curious what Wang Ai is up to, but opens his mouth, allowing two fingers to slip inside. Watch me bite them off, you freak.
The fingers press his tongue down, intruding so deeply, Wang Zixin almost chokes again. The fingers withdraw before he can bite down, slick with spit. Panic-stricken, he tries to lick it off before it can drop everywhere, but Wang Ai is faster, moving them away. A trail of saliva falls onto Wang Zixin's chin.
Wang Zixin blushes all the way to his ears with embarrassment.
Wang Ai lowers his head to kiss it off, his tongue licking along Wang Zixin’s jaw in the process. He peppers kisses around Wang Zixin's mouth, never actually touching them.
Wang Zixin hates how this frustrates him. When did he start to yearn for this so much? He must have been more touch-starved then he realized.
(True)
“Kiss me, Wang Ai,” he demands, trying to sound stern.
Wang Ai smirks at the remark, but doesn’t comment on it.
“You know how to ask to make me obey,” he says instead playfully and plunges a finger slick with spit inside Wang Zixin without warning.
Wang Zixin jumps.
“What are you doing?!” He only has enough self-control to whisper while he shouts, resulting in a vicious hiss.
“You don't like it?” Wang Ai asks, trying to look innocent.
Innocent, my ass! Wang Zixin curses, which might have been a poor choice of words considering the position he's in.
“I don't,” he says out loud. “Pull out. I can blow you if you want, but keep your fingers to yourself,” he adds, a little pleading despite himself. He doesn’t really want to blow Wang Ai, but can it actually be worse than this?
It seems Wang Ai is going to obey, as his finger slowly starts to withdraw. Wang Zixin is just about to sigh with relief, when he sees the devilish grin appearing on Wang Ai's face. Instead of pulling out, Wang Ai adds a second finger while thrusting inside. Wang Zixin bites his lip to stop himself from screaming in surprise as his body moves a solid three inches up the couch.
Wang Ai finds a rhythm and moves his fingers in and out in a rather fast pace. Wang Zixin can’t even think. He isn’t entirely sure something inside him didn’t just tear.
“Stop that—” he orders, but the commanding tone is lost in the thrusts.
Wang Ai turns a deaf ear, now scissoring him open. Wang Zixin's legs jerk. He kicks, trying to hit Wang Ai, but only manages to throw his trousers on the floor.
“Oh? Undressing yourself?” Wang Ai seems pleased, despite obviously knowing the intent behind Wang Zixin’s movement. “You're so good for me, little dianxia.”
Like hell it's for you!, Wang Zixin scowls.
Wang Ai finally lets go of his hands to prop himself up as he works Wang Zixin on his fingers. Wang Zixin wastes no time; he braces one hand on Wang Ai’s shoulders and the other on his hand inside, trying to push him out and away.
Both his hands fail in their endeavors.
“Pull them— pull them out,” he begs. “Wang— nghh!” He grits his teeth to contain the moans that try to escape his throat. “Wang-lang! Wang-lang, pull out!”
How low have I fallen, he despaired inwardly.
( (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) )
The fingers stop moving.
“How could I refuse when you call me like this?” Wang Ai says innocently with a grin on his face. He slowly pulls out and grabs Wang Zixin's leg to secure it above his waist.
Don't act as if you didn't force me to say it, Wang Zixin thinks, inwardly sticking his tongue out at him.
(Don’t act like you didn’t like it)
“I'm going to put it in,” Wang Ai suddenly warns. “Don't jump this time.”
No more fingers!, Wang Zixin begs internally, and then something occurs to him.
Put what in?
He doesn’t have more time to ponder this as something presses slowly inside of him. It's scalding hot and thick, and Wang Zixin suddenly regrets asking Wang Ai to remove his fingers so soon. He doesn't feel even remotely close to stretched enough.
He tightens both his arms around Wang Ai, grabbing at his loose shirt and digging his fingers in his back.
Wang Ai grunts, shutting his eyes.
“You're so good, little dianxia. So tight.” He settles inside and looks at Wang Zixin from above. “Is this okay?”
Wang Zixin takes deep breaths, trying to relax and adapt to the new sensation of being full. He was aware of this kind of sex between men — but he never experienced it himself.
And never desired it, either!
(Sure (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) )
“It’s fine,” he finally answers. “It feels good,” he adds, not even knowing why.
“Then I'm going to move now,” Wang Ai says, bracing both his hands above Wang Zixin’s head.
“Wait—!”
He pays Wang Zixin no heed — he pulls out almost completely and thrusts back in, hard and unforgiving. Wang Zixin's whole body jerks, and he bites his lip so hard it bleeds. Wang Ai then settles for this relentless pace, fucking him in earnest.
Wang Zixin’s nail scratch along Wang Ai’s back, leaving behind five red marks. All of this feels wrong, in a way, but also so incredibly good Wang Zixin doesn’t try to stop it anymore.
(Not that he can stop it, anyway)
He has never felt this way in his life. He lifts his other leg and interlocks it with the other on Wang Ai's back to feel more secure. He’s basically clinging to the man right now, but he doesn’t really care, panting lightly.
What he doesn’t expect, is that this angle allows Wang Ai to hit a certain spot inside of him, striking his prostrate. Sparks flash in Wang Zixin's vision as he digs his heels into the body above him, biting his lip even harder to stay quiet. Tension builds up inside him, and he feels he's close.
Embarrassingly fast, he realizes and blushes a completely new shade of pink.
Wang Ai looks down to take in the face of the man below him. Features contorted with pleasure bordering on pain, adorably flushed cheeks and red hair strewn around like a flaming halo. He notices the blood trickling languidly down Wang Zixin's chin from the lip he still relentlessly bites into.
Wang Ai slows down just a bit and lowers himself to lick and kiss the blood off, sucking on the wounded lip. All that, combined with the vicious thrusts, makes Wang Zixin's head spin.
“A— Wang Ai, I'm— I'm close,” Wang Zixin warns. He can feel the approaching climax; it's like he's at the edge of a cliff, about to jump down and have his stomach push up to his throat in freefall.
But suddenly, Wang Ai stops. Whatever sweet release was waiting for Wang Zixin, it's taken away, leaving him incredibly frustrated.
“Hey!” Wang Zixin shots him a look orbiting between frustration and rage.
“On it, little dianxia,” Wang Ai smirks and obeys the plea, but this time, he moves painfully slow — too slow to give either of them any friction.
Wang Zixin thrusts his hips upwards, chasing the catharsis he was denied, but Wang Ai holds him down with one hand. No matter how much Wang Zixin wants, he cannot move.
“Wang Ai, please, let me—,” he cuts himself off. When did he fall so low as if to beg for permission to come?
He purses his lips in a tight line, ignoring the sting of pain from the open wound. He will not beg. Not in a million years.
Wang Ai sees his determination. He seems oddly amused by it. He dives in, trying to steal a kiss, forcefully prying Wang Zixin's lips open with his tongue. But Wang Zixin won't budge, grinding his teeth in silence, so Wang Ai’s tongue can only lick along those teeth, denied entrance after all.
Wang Ai seems to give up, because he adjust his position and picks up his pace, again hitting that sweet spot inside Wang Zixin, ripping an obscene moan out of him. Wang Zixin covers his mouth with one hand, still keeping one sliver of compassion for poor prison guard Liu. There is no doubt Wang Ai would realize his earlier threat.
Now, Wang Ai doesn’t need Wang Zixin to tell him when he's close — he can see it in the furrow of his brow, as his whole body tenses in anticipation. That's the exact moment he stops moving all together.
“Wang Ai!” Wang Zixin cries, voice bordering on a wail. Both of them are surprised by the sound that just ripped out of his throat. “I— I need to—”
“You know what to do,” Wang Ai murmurs in a husky voice. “Do it and I'll let you.”
Wang Zixin can't get the words out of his mouth. He can't bring himself to do what he's asked. Instead, he reaches down to take care of things himself. Wang Ai sees right through him. He once more grabs both of Wang Zixin's wrists and pins them above his head with both hands.
“No cheating,” he drawls languidly. At this moment, looking down at Wang Zixin, he looks like a predator, his red eyes glinting. With his hands restrained, Wang Zixin feels oddly vulnerable.
He swallows hard, acutely aware of the fact Wang Ai's eyes follow the movement of his throat.
“P-please,” he forces out. After the first word, it comes to him easier, and he continues: “Wang-lang, please, let me— I need to—”
His mind seems muddled, and he can barely gather his thoughts. He had never felt like that before, so on edge, so sensitive, so pathetic.
(He never knew he would like feeling so pathetic)
“If you're asking so nicely, how could I deny you?”
“You rascal, how did you not deny m— ahh!”
Wang Ai pulls almost completely out and draws back in with such force, the couch screeches against the wooden floor.
It doesn't take much to bring Wang Zixin's body, sensitive after almost coming two time, back over the edge. He pants, his cheeks flushed pink.
“Come for me, little dianxia,” Wang Ai whispers right next to his ear. Wang Ziin doesn’t have the mind capacity to comment on the cringiness of the line.
Two more thrusts, and he's there.
He clenches around Wang Ai, shuddering violently as his climax washes over him in waves like never before.
“Say my name,” Wang Ai pleads, and all of a sudden he sounds even more vulnerable then Wang Zixin, who's actively releasing on their chests. “Say it.”
“A-Abyss!” Wang Zixin blurts out, too drunk on pleasure to think. “Abyss, Abyss, you little rascal, you-“
Wang Ai grunts and comes.
They stay like this for a long time, boneless and unable to move, Wang Ai’s weight crushing Wang Zixin into the couch, the prison guard breathing heavily.
“You…” he stars finally, patting Wang Ai’s arm. “You promised me information. Move and start talking.”
Wang Ai hums as he buries his face in the crook of Wang Zixin’s neck.
“Later,” he murmurs. “Sleepy.”
“You rascal, get off before I drop you—!” A snore interrupts him and Wang Zixin is left with his mouth agape.
He sights and lies down, staring at the ceiling.
At least pull out before you fall asleep, you freak.