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"Don't touch me!"
Xue Meng pushes Jiang Xi's hand away, and the simple contact of his own hand against the other man's skin is enough to make him flinch as a spark of something runs through his body.
He knows he shouldn't have touched that damn plant, shouldn’t have gone to ask Jiang Xi for help, but what was he supposed to do? Dealing with this sort of curse is the man's job! He hasn’t been able to find too much info about whatever that damn fern has infected him with, but all he’s read has been concerning enough for him to want to get rid of it by any means possible.
"What exactly do you want? This is the cure. If you don't need me then go away."
"I..." Xue Meng stammers, frozen in place despite how much he wants to leave and slam the door behind him.
Suddenly another wave of desire sets his belly on fire and his face flushes as he balls his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms.
He doesn't know why Jiang Xi is the first person he thought of, really- he's certainly not the only one capable of treating this sort of ailment, and he's the only one Xue Meng really shouldn't rely on to deal with that sort of curse.
Because he must have known deep down what the cure really entailed, what would happen if he came here.
Maybe he does know.
Maybe he just wants Jiang Xi to take care of him for once.
Jiang Xi watches the young man, his handsome face, strong jaw and phoenix eyes under dark brows, so much like him, and something deep inside him yearns, as if suddenly the curse is affecting him too, the thought of his own flesh, his own blood- he wants to claim him, to mark him deep, to be one with him. He feels desire burn deep within his gut, pictures him holding on to his shoulders as he whines and gasps and loses his mind on his cock, sobbing and begging.
He can tell that his eyes reflect his lust as Xue Meng's expression goes from angry to something between shock and desire. He takes a step forward and Xue Meng lifts a foot as if to step back but he doesn't, and he doesn't shake him off either when he grabs his wrist.
"Get out now if you don't want this."
Xue Meng looks at him defiantly, but he doesn't move, doesn't say anything.
"Strip."
--
As soon as he's naked Jiang Xi wastes no time, turning him around and manhandling him until he's on all fours on the bed.
"What - What are you doi- Ah!"
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Jiang Xi has coated his fingers with oil without him noticing and they're currently pressed up against his hole, and he gasps as Jiang Xi buries them inside to the last knuckle.
"You want that curse gone, yes? This is how it works, so once again, leave now or shut it."
Xue Meng doesn't say anything, and the next thing that spills from his mouth is an obscene moan as the fingers crook against his prostate, rubbing and pushing at it until he's panting into the pillow, drool staining the cloth.
"Can't, I can't, if you-"
Jiang Xi presses his fingers - three of them now - hard into his sweet spot and he wails as he comes, cum spurting on the bed under him.
"Was that enough? How do you feel?"
He barely registers the question but seconds only after he's come down from his climax he can feel his cock twitching again, and he raises his hips up shamelessly.
"A... Again..."
He hears a rustling of clothes behind him and suddenly something hard and hot, bigger than his fingers, presses against his hole.
He wants to protest, keep his dignity intact at least a little by pretending he doesn't want this, but then Jiang Xi pushes in and his eyes roll in his head as his mouth goed slack, and he clenches involuntarily around him as if to suck him in deeper.
It feels so good he thinks he might come on the spot again. He's so fucked up, but he doesn't care anymore, not when the hands holding his hips feel like they're setting him on fire, and the cock inside him makes him lose him mind with ecstasy.
He gives in to his brain's incessant litany of want want want and closes his eyes, gripping the sheets.
---
Xue Meng loses track of how many times his father fucks him. On his hands and knees, face to face bent in two with his knees resting on Jiang Xi's shoulders, lying on the bed while Jiang Xi stands between his legs holding them up...
He comes at least five times before he stops counting, nothing even coming out of his cock anymore as it twitches feebly.
Now, Xue Meng is sitting on his lap, his back against the other man's chest, and Jiang Xi is holding both of his thighs up as he fucks into him. The position allows him to penetrate him deep and it's good, so good, he can't take it anymore, pleasure bright and hot in his lower belly.
He shakes his head desperately, holding on to Jiang Xi's arms.
"I'm, I'm, I'm gonna, oh, I-I can't, I'm gonna-"
Jiang Xi frowns, grip tightening on his thighs.
"Again? Is it the curse or are you such a slut for cock?"
Xue Meng can't stop the whines spilling from his lips and he buries his face in his dad's neck, the stimulation too overwhelming, too much and not enough.
"I'm sorry, sorry, I'm- oh, OH!"
He sobs as the pleasure peaks and explodes throughout his whole body, and it keeps going and going as Jiang Xi doesn't stop fucking him, nails his prostate even harder as he leaves bruises into his thighs.
He wants to beg for him to keep going, the high is so good he's scared to come down, he wants to feel like this until he can't do anything but cry.
It's like Jiang Xi is reading his thoughts as he pounds him harder without giving him a second to recover, sending him tumbling down into another orgasm immediately after the first and he screams, or at least he thinks he does, his senses registering nothing but the cock pounding his prostate.
Jiang Xi's is clenching his teeth as he fucks his son harder, deeper, the way he squirms and sobs and clenches on his cock making him harder than he's ever been. He wants to make him lose it entirely, wants to make it so he'll never want anything else his life than getting fucked by him.
He wants to take care of his boy.
--
Xue Meng must have come at least ten times, and the curse is only now starting to show signs of receding.
His cock won't grow hard at all anymore, hanging uselessly between his legs, and his hole feels used and raw.
Jiang Xi has taken pity on him a little and has stopped fucking him, so instead his arms are wrapped around Xue Meng's thighs as he takes his cock all the way into his mouth. No matter how good it feels, his spent cock won't harden and it fits perfectly against his tongue, making it easy for Jiang Xi to swallow around him as his tongue teases him.
Xue Meng is whimpering in overstimulation as he buries his fingers in his hair, his hips bucking helplessly into his mouth.
Jiang Xi makes him come once like this, and then a second time, and finally, finally, the fire in his belly starts to mellow, clarity slowly returning to his mind.
He pushes Jiang Xi away weakly and he releases his cock, looking at him with piercing eyes as Xue Meng curls up on the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“... Fine…”
Xue Meng can barely find the energy to move his mouth, suddenly feeling like all his limbs are made of stone. He doesn't want to think about what just happened, happy to float on a cloud of warm satisfaction as he burrows further into the soft sheets. His eyes close down without him even noticing, and he mumbles something incomprehensible, but Jiang Xi could have sworn it sounded like “father”.
He sighs and tucks a strand of loose hair behind his son's ear. His face looks so much more youthful when he's asleep, brows finally relaxed, jaw unclenched.
“Sleep well, Meng-er.”