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Mornings like these, Jing Yuan only wishes he were not a working man. A general tasked with endless responsibilities. Never granted a moment's relaxation or peace. But like many others he must, unfortunately, get out of bed and start his day. It's just that the pair of arms wrapped snugly around his waist won't allow that.
Blade makes some sort of rumbling noise, voice gravelly and filled either the grogginess of sleep. "Stay." He rests his chin there on Jing Yuan's shoulder, chest pressed up against the general's back.
A soft chuckle. "There are things that require my attention. I've a need for a shower and-"
"I require your attention, Jing Yuan."
Jing Yuan smiles. He places his hand over Blade's, where it clings to his own stomach. "I apologize. But really, I need to-"
Blade cuts him off, suddenly biting down on Jing Yuan's shoulder. It isn't hard enough to draw blood, but Jing Yuan gasps in surprise. He feels Blade grind up a bit aggressively against him, something hard poking his back.
"Mm...Blade-"
"Off. Take these off. They're in the way," Blade whispers, fingers curling around Jing Yuan's waistband. The general simply allows himself to be stripped from the waist down, making no such effort to protest. Still, he sighs, and insists they don't have time.
But Blade is stubborn. He will make time for them.
Jing Yuan bites his lip when Blade's warm, calloused hand curls around his cock. It strokes him, encouraging the shaft to stand at attention. Blade keeps kissing the general's exposed shoulder all the while, until that thick cock fills out in his palm.
That gravelly voice comes as a whisper to the general's ear. "Your responsibilities can wait, Jing Yuan. Focus on me now. Focus on...this feeling."
He thumbs over Jing Yuan's slit to punctuate his point, causing the general to shudder in his arms. A few beads of precum dribble forth, easing the glide of Blade's hand when he gathers the slick substance.
It nearly escapes Jing Yuan's notice that his hips are moving, that he's fucking into Blade's hand. He could care less though. The friction is delicious. It feels good. His hand clasps around Blade's as he shuts his eyes and sinks into the feeling. "Mnngh...you're always so...so- so- ngh...stubborn."
Blade's other hand moves to cup Jing Yuan's chest. He thumbs over one of those nipples, broad and pink, rubbing the bud until it grows hard from his touch. Pinching it, he manages to rip a hushed groan from Jing Yuan's throat.
The general feels the hairs on his neck stand up, a chill running down his spine. Blade is behaving...well, he's behaving rather kindly. Docile, almost. He's a rather aggressive lover more often than not, always teasing and always pushing Jing Yuan to his limits. But now he is slow, soft, gentle. Unbearably gentle. Each movement is precise and calculated, smooth and languid.
Blade's grinding his hips against the curve of Jing Yuan's ass, his own erection straining against its fabric cage. "A-Yuan," he whispers, pressing a kiss to Jing Yuan's ear, "I need you."
The general laughs. "I'm right here, aren't I?"
Blade's eyes grow a little darker. "I want to..." His voice trails off, and the general is left wondering. Blade lets go of Jing Yuan's cock and lifts off of the bed. He moves to the corner of the room, leaving Jing Yuan a tad confused, until he rolls the general's golden-framed mirror — a gift from long ago — to the foot of the bed.
"I want you to watch," says Blade, practically hissing, taking hold of Jing Yuan's hand and guiding him onto all fours. Jing Yuan stares ahead into the mirror, looking into his own golden eyes, as Blade kneels behind him.
Blade's hand cups his chin. His index finger swipes across Jing Yuan's lip until the general understands. He lets that finger part his lips, swipe across his teeth, before sinking further in to gather saliva.
"I want you to watch," Blade repeats, ensuring Jing Yuan doesn't take his eyes off himself. He retrieves his spit-soaked finger and presses it against Jing Yuan's hole — still soft from last night's activities. Then, slowly, he works the appendage inside, further testing the give of that puffy rim.
Jing Yuan takes a handful of the sheets, a gasp parting his lips. Not a second later Blade decides he's already loose enough for another finger, and pushes both digits in to the knuckle. He curls them, the pads searching for something...he knows exactly where to find it, too.
Ah, there. Jing Yuan groans, eyes squeezing shut until Blade hisses in his ear again. "I want you to watch, Jing Yuan," he snarls, hunched over the general's body as he stares at their reflections. Jing Yuan opens his eyes again to see his debauched expression. Blade wears a smirk. "I want you to watch me fuck you."
He easily slips in a third finger, and Jing Yuan struggles to keep his eyes open. The sheets give him no purchase, and the way Blade breathes against his neck has him trembling. The soft groans that rumble from his throat are rather unbefitting of a powerful general. Nonetheless, he moans quietly the whole time Blade stretches him open.
Blade's lips meet his neck again, his pulse point, mouthing over the spot to leave a bruise for tomorrow. And that man's free hand grips his chin again, forcing him to look at himself in the mirror when his head starts to drop.
"Ah- haah...Bla-ade — !" he cries out, when Blade's fingers press his prostate again. He reaches back blindly for Blade's wrist, but those fingers leave him empty, and he clenches around nothing.
Blade's chuckling in his ear, so smug as he drags his knuckles down Jing Yuan's spine. Jing Yuan shivers at the gentle caress, eyes fluttering slightly. "Don't worry, Jing Yuan. I won't keep you empty for long."
Blade pulls his own cock free from his loose sleep pants, pumping it a few times to take the edge off. His free hand smoothes over Jing Yuan's ass, spreading it.
Jing Yuan's breath hitches when Blade's tip breaches his rim, sliding in with little effort. Blade doesn't waste any time, bottoming out in one solid motion, a hand still wrapped around Jing Yuan's neck.
The general swallows a breath, sighing heavily when Blade pulls his hips back. But that breath is stolen again when Blade rams into him forcefully. Blade fucks him with heavy, staccato thrusts, grunting nice and low with every one.
Jing Yuan watches himself in the mirror. A few beads of saliva escape his lips. His eyes grow glassy. There's a mark on his waist from how tightly Blade grips it. His cock swings with each movement.
Jing Yuan’s face looks so pitiful. What happened to Blade being gentle this morning? He's as rough as usual now. His pace is slow but it's punishing nonetheless.
Blade’s eyes are narrowed, focused on how Jing Yuan’s hole stretches taut around his girth, sucking him in as if afraid to be left empty. It’s an addicting sight, paired with an even more addicting, wet sound.
He notices Jing Yuan’s head has started to droop again, and tugs harshly on his hair to get his attention. “Look at you, Jing Yuan,” rasps Blade, “look at how much of a slut you are.”
Jing Yuan shifts his weight to one hand and his two knees, using his newly freed palm to stroke his cock. He keens, barely able to keep his eyes open. The slap of his fist against his groin with each downstroke is just as loud as the collision of his ass and Blade’s hips.
“Blade- I’m- I’m going to-“
“Go on then. Come for me, A-Yuan.”
Jing Yuan tightens around the cock lodged in his ass, feeling it in his throat as he strokes himself to completion. He comes in thick spurts onto the sheets, watching himself in the mirror the entire time. When it’s over, when that blissful high starts to fade away, he nearly collapses.
But Blade catches him under his arms. He sits back on his knees, pulling Jing Yuan into his lap as he keeps going. His hips buck upwards — he carves Jing Yuan deep like this, pulling him down onto his cock and spearing him further.
His hand wraps around Jing Yuan’s flagging cock to jerk him off again. “Another. Give me another.”
“N-No- I- Blade…ca-an’t — !”
Blade’s nose is buried in his shoulder.“Just- hnngh- a little more,” he grunts against Jing Yuan’s skin.
Jing Yuan’s pleasure-pain bleeds into comfort when something wet and warm fills him up. He realizes Blade’s coming inside him, holding him close against him to not waste a single drop. In the afterglow, Blade finally releases Jing Yuan’s oversensitive dick, content despite having not ripped another orgasm from him.
With some of his breath caught, Jing Yuan dons a weak smile. “So,” he says, turning his head to the side to glance back at Blade, “might I take my shower now?”
Blade hums. “Only if I can join you.” And needless to say, they don’t leave that shower without having another round.