Imprints on my Conscience (Tao/Kris) ch. 2
Title: Imprints on my Conscience
Rating: NC17
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Length: 7.8k
[ previous chapter]
'Are you okay?'
Wu Fan snapped out of his trance at the sound of the voice and he looked up from his computer to find Yixing standing over him looking concerned. The young man had just started work at the firm a month ago, but everyone had warmed up to him very quickly due to his kind personality and his enthusiastic attitude. Wu Fan thought he must have spoken to Yixing a total of three times the entire time the other had been employed and he wasn't sure why Yixing was suddenly checking on him.
'I'm fine.' he replied without much conviction, wondering what might have implied otherwise.
'You look like you haven't been sleeping very well.'
Ah. 'Is it that obvious?'
Yixing gestured to eyes and frowned slightly. 'You have dark circles. I've never seen you look so tired before, and you were absent the other day. I hope it's nothing serious.' he leaned over and placed a steaming mug on Wu Fan's desk. 'I made some tea. It's quite soothing, it should help a little, regardless of what the problem might be.'
Wu Fan resisted the urge to reply that he highly doubted that, but the tea smelled fragrant and Yixing's gesture was a kind one so instead he curtly thanked him, very aware of every pair of eyes in the office being trained on the two of them. No one ever really came to talk to him unless they absolutely had to, and he wondered what had prompted the newbie to do so.
Thankfully Yixing could sense that he wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation and retreated soon after, leaving Wu Fan to his work, although Wu Fan wasn't sure he'd gotten anything productive done all day, or any day since he'd seen Tao for the second time.
He constantly recalled the pain he'd felt when Tao had... done whatever it was that he'd done. He'd put on a brave front, but it certainly wasn't something he was in any hurry to feel again any time soon and he knew Tao had intended for him to feel that way. He was torn as to what to do; Tao had told him to forget, but there was just no feasible way for Wu Fan to do that, and discomfort aside, it wasn't the last time that he wanted to see the other.
He stared into the cup of tea on his desk and tried not to sigh.
The tea was nice, he thought as he sipped it carefully-sweet but not overbearingly so. A bit like Yixing, Wu Fan thought wryly as he remembered how the coffee, dark and bitter, had reminded him of Tao.
He couldn't keep Tao out of his thoughts, no matter what. Now that he knew that the other was aware of this whether he liked it or not, he didn't actually try that hard, hoping that it might drive the man to come and see him again.
Wu Fan knew he was being selfish, but he had never wanted something so badly in his life. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted Tao all to himself-although the thought made his heart stutter in a way that was entirely too worrying to dwell on for too long-but rather he wanted to feel the things that the other had brought up in him, things he had never before realised he wanted.
You know what's nice about leader-types? They so often secretly wish that they weren't the ones in control.
He put the tea down and buried his face in his hands, not bothering to stifle his shaky sigh this time and not caring who was watching.
-
It was two days later that Wu Fan woke up in the middle of the night with strong hands wrapped around his throat.
That evening he had been particularly melancholy. Unable to focus on his work he had left early and had spent the evening with a glass of wine and his thoughts. Despite the other's wishes, he had been unable to do anything but think of Tao, of the man's dark eyes and golden skin, of the unique curve to his lips.
He'd closed his eyes, had pictured him the way he'd been seated on Wu Fan's couch, oozing self-confidence. He'd imagined the way things may have gone had he moved over to join him on that couch, had moved to kiss him, to whisper against the other's lips all the things he actually couldn't bring himself to say.
He had awoken choking for the air that couldn't reach his lungs and he reached up and clawed at the fingers pressing into his flesh, the thumbs digging in against his windpipe. His chest burned and as he thrashed around he realised he could feel the pressure of another person straddling his waist, leaning over him, breaths harsh and heavy with exertion.
He reached up, found a face in the dark, pressed his palms against smooth cheeks and desperately mouthed Tao's name in a silent plea.
The reaction was instantaneous; the hands vanished from his neck and Wu Fan drew a desperate, rattling breath that broke into harsh coughing as oxygen rushed back into him. The pressure lifted off him and there was nothing beneath his hands anymore, no warmth of another body. His hands grasped desperately at the air, trying to find contact again before he rolled over to reach for the light of his bedside lamp, still heaving in deep breaths.
When the light flooded his room there was no one there, leaving Wu Fan wondering if it hadn't been a particularly vivid dream.
Or perhaps a warning.
-
Wu Fan continued to visit the club where he'd first met Tao on the same nights of the week he always had, maintaining his stubborn resolve to seek him out. He didn't drink to excess the way he had that one night though; he had considered it briefly, since it had been the one night that Tao had shown himself again, but he had absolutely no desire to go through that mess again.
Not to mention if he was going to allow himself to keep crawling back to a man who didn't want him, the least he could do was maintain whatever scraps of his dignity he had left.
Minseok had eyed him warily on his return, and had served him his drinks with some reluctance, obviously not willing to have a repeat of Wu Fan's drunken evening. When Wu Fan had quizzed him on who had seen him into the taxi that night Minseok had shrugged and said that he'd turned away for a second and the next thing Wu Fan had been gone, so he'd figured Wu Fan had made it out himself.
The bartender relaxed as Wu Fan nursed the one drink instead of ordering several and left him to his own devices after a while, but Wu Fan didn't watch the front entrance anymore like he had always used to.
After all, Tao had gone so long without letting himself be found while he watched Wu Fan from the shadows, he knew that if Tao didn't want to be spotted, he wouldn't let it happen.
So it surprised him when on that night, the first night he'd visited the club since Tao had taken him home drunk, he felt a hand on his shoulder as he sat at the bar and turned to find himself staring up into those smouldering black eyes again.
The thudding music of the club dulled in Wu Fan's ears as his focus suddenly centred solely on the man in front of him and he didn't even realise what he was doing as he raised shaky hands up to Tao's face, sliding his fingers over the other's cheeks as if to convince himself that what he was seeing was real.
Tao watched him with an unreadable expression but didn't pull back; instead he took a step closer, pressing between Wu Fan's thighs as the man looked up at him from the barstool, one hand remaining on Wu Fan's shoulder while the other mirrored the gesture of the other's hands, running along his cheek in an almost tender manner, although his expression didn't change.
Wu Fan's hands dropped to Tao's hips and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the other's chest, feeling something like relief wash over him as he breathed in Tao's scent, warmth and spices, revelling in the closeness of him, not truly having realised how badly he wanted him until that very moment.
That's crazy, he thought to himself, I barely know anything about him.
Regardless, the ache in his chest at simply seeing Tao again was undeniable and he wound his arms around the man's waist beneath the warm black coat, fingers curling into his shirt as he breathed him in as he felt fingers wind into his hair, running in soothing strokes against his scalp.
Never before had Wu Fan felt so unstable, and he held onto Tao as if he were drowning, as if Tao was the only safety he had.
Later they stood outside together, Tao leaning against a wall as he lit up a cigarette, the flame casting a glow over his face before he inhaled deeply, snapping the lighter shut as he regarded Wu Fan. Taking the cigarette from his lips he exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him in the still night air.
'You didn't try to forget me.' his voice was low, his tone matter-of-fact.
'I can't.'
Tao was silent for a long moment, cigarette dangling between his fingers before he finally took another drag from it, speaking with the exhale. 'I still don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into.'
'I've had a lot of time to think about it. I'm quite sure that I do.'
Pursing his lips in thought, Tao took a few slow, lazy steps towards Wu Fan until he stopped right in front of him, bare inches separating them, the smell of the cigarette smoke acrid in Wu Fan's nose. 'You want to be mine.' it wasn't a question, so Wu Fan didn't respond. 'But I've told you I don't do give and take, I only take.'
'I'll give.' Wu Fan replied quietly. 'As much as you need.'
Tao sneered. 'That's very selfless of you.'
Wu Fan didn't want to correct him and say that, no, he had been nothing but selfish about this from the start. He remained silent and tried not to think about the way that Tao was looking at him and how it made his stomach feel like it was doing flips, especially when Tao closed the distance between them to press a tender kiss against Wu Fan's lips.
He tasted of smoke, and spices, and lust and desire and everything positively sinful that Wu Fan had been craving so desperately without even realising it. The kiss lasted a bare few seconds and was no more than a light press but it left Wu Fan weak at the knees and he reached out to take a hold of the other... to find that Tao was already stepping out of his reach.
'Tonight,' Tao murmured as he drew back. 'Like every other night, think of me.'
Wu Fan tried to ignore how his heart raced as he nodded, and it felt a bit like making a deal with the devil.
-
Wu Fan wondered if he'd begun to fall in love with Tao from the moment he had laid eyes on him in the club.
He wondered if it had been the moment he had found Tao in his room, or the moment Tao had made him beg. He wondered if it was happening even now, as strong fingers buried into his hair, as he heard his name uttered in a sigh that fell from Tao's lips.
Now, Tao was sprawled across Wu Fan's leather couch much in the same way he had been the second time he'd appeared before him, only this time Wu Fan kneeled between his legs, hands keeping the other's thighs spread as he let the other's cock slide along his tongue with every bob of his head.
Tao groaned and shifted beneath him, hips moving to fuck Wu Fan's mouth slowly, tongue dragging out to wet his lips as he gazed down on the older man with half-closed eyes. 'Deeper.' he murmured, fingers tightening slightly in the other's hair as he pushed him down, sighing as he slid in to the back of Wu Fan's throat. 'Mh... yes, like that.'
Wu Fan wasn't prepared for it and couldn't relax in time so he choked, drawing back slightly to breathe. Tao, however, barely gave him time to recover, fisting both hands into the others hair and allowing him only a short breath before he pushed down again, hissing in approval as Wu Fan's fingers curled against his inner thighs in response, nails digging in, harmless against black leather. Wu Fan sucked in a deep breath through his nose and released it in a groan that ran vibrations through the length in his mouth, leaving Tao gasping in delight.
'Good,' he continued to whisper encouragements to him, easing up the hold on Wu Fan's hair to soothingly caress it instead. 'Now put that tongue of yours to use.'
He did as he was told, pressing his tongue against the underside of Tao's cock and dragging it slowly along the vein there as he drew back. As he closed his lips around the head and sucked heavily for a moment, adjusting to the taste of the other's precome as the tip of his tongue laved at the slit, he felt Tao's thighs shudder beneath his hands. He glanced up to see the other biting down on his lip to smother his moans, approval sparkling in the black depths of his eyes.
That look was the one Wu Fan had been craving and his heart stilled for a moment, immediately distracted from what he was doing until insistent fingers in his hair gave a demanding tug.
'You're not done yet.'
It was messy because this wasn't something Wu Fan as experienced in and he was trying to be careful with teeth but Tao was impatient and handled him roughly, biting his lip and growling in frustration when Wu Fan didn't move fast enough or didn't quite do what Tao wanted of him. Gripping the base of the other's cock with one hand and stroking in short, twisting motions there he instead focused on the head with lips and tongue, hollowing his cheeks around it briefly and feeling some satisfaction as he heard Tao gasp again.
Tao grew a little less demanding as Wu Fan slowly but surely figured out what he liked best, and settled for simply rolling his hips shallowly up into Wu Fan's hand and mouth, his breaths short and erratic, punctuated by moans and breathless whispers of yes and again whenever Wu Fan did something particularly pleasing.
Wu Fan worked hard for those whispers. He felt a hot thrill run through him every time Tao responded with encouragement.
He winced when Tao's fingers dug in against his scalp, pulling painfully on his hair as he was forced back, a string of saliva remaining between them, running from his lips to the other's cock. He swallowed thickly as he gazed up at the other man, licking his lips and feeling oddly nervous, unsure of where this was going or why Tao had made him stop so suddenly. That in itself sent a thrill through him; the uncertainty was so new to him, so alien, he was so used to knowing how everything went because usually he was the one who was instigating everything-not just with sex but in all aspects of his life.
Tao had taken away that sureness, that predictability.
The man had a sly smirk on his lips, a flush of pleasure evident on his face as he observed the sight before him; Wu Fan, still in a crisp, buttoned shirt and neatly pressed pants that were wrinkling from the way he was kneeling on the floor, his hair messy and lips reddened and slightly swollen.
Wu Fan's height and usually-powerful glare meant nothing in this position; there was no intimidation in the way he looked up with a hint of hopefulness and trepidation. With Tao, Wu Fan was not at all in control. With Tao, that was exactly the way that he wanted it to be, and it still scared him a little as he tried to come to terms with that.
'Mm... it's easy to see you're inexperienced.' Tao chuckled at the blush that crawled over Wu Fan's face and the way the man's eyes narrowed slightly at the jibe. 'Not that it's a bad thing... you're quite good, but I can make you better.' he reached down with one hand to swipe his thumb along the corner of the other man's lips to catch a streak of saliva Wu Fan's tongue had missed, before he raised it to his own and licked it clean.
After he and Tao had spoken at the club, Wu Fan had gone straight home. He had asked why Tao couldn't simply come with him, but the other had smiled and refused to answer, essentially cutting any further conversation short, so Wu Fan had eventually left him behind.
He had been too full of conflicting emotion to go to bed. He'd paced his lounge room, had downed a glass of wine with a shaky hand-not his best idea as it clashed with both the scotch he'd drunk before, and with his nerves, leaving him feeling queasy-and he had thought of Tao, oh he had thought of Tao.
Had thought of the press of his hands and the touch of his lips, the way his voice slid like silk through Wu Fan's mind, the way it sounded when he spoke Wu Fan's name and made him weak at the knees.
He'd collapsed onto the couch and had closed his eyes, tilting his head back and wishing desperately for sleep, somehow certain that Tao wouldn't come if he didn't. It took a long, frustrating hour but with the aid of the alcohol, Wu Fan had eventually fallen into a restless doze and his last thoughts had been; What if he doesn't come at all?
He had been awoken by eager lips pressing to his throat, hair tickling his cheek and nimble fingers working open the top few buttons on his shirt, the smell of Tao's cologne warm and familiar, and he wondered then why he had worried at all.
Now, Tao reached down and grabbed a handful of Wu Fan's neatly pressed shirt and Wu Fan almost winced as he thought of the fabric creasing in the other's grip, but that thought was swiftly abandoned as he found himself being hauled to his feet with a strength that still surprised him; he knew Tao was strong, could feel it in every touch, every bruising press of the other's fingers, but Wu Fan was still not used to being manhandled quite so easily.
'Careful, that shirt's...' the words died in his throat at the amused look in Tao's eyes. He swallowed down the rest of the complaint as he realised how ridiculous he sounded.
'Your shirt?' Tao was standing too, and his fingers curled tighter in the fabric as he yanked Wu Fan close, his nose almost touching the other's, mirth in his eyes and a taunt in his smile. 'Worried about your clothes, Wu Fan?'
Two fingers of his free hand curled over one of Wu Fan's fastened buttons at his throat, and with a sudden, abrupt downward pull Tao ripped Wu Fan's shirt partway open, the top several buttons popping off easily and scattering noisily across the hardwood floor.
As Wu Fan's mouth opened to protest the grave mishandling of a shirt that would cost some people a month's wage he was suddenly thrown off balance; Tao's fingers had twisted in the fabric and yanked to the side, pulling it back to expose one of Wu Fan's shoulders as the man suddenly felt an impact to the back of one knee that sent him staggering.
He wasn't sure what happened next, he didn't even see Tao move but suddenly the other way behind him, both hands pulling his shirt back off Wu Fan's shoulders as he tried to regain his balance. Another shove against the backs of his legs-Tao's knees nudging his own out from under him, he realised-destroyed any control he'd managed to regain in that half-second and his knees hit the edge of the couch's seat.
His arms pinned helplessly behind him, trapped in the sleeves of his abused shirt, Wu Fan braced himself as he fell forward, for an impact against the back of the couch.
It never came.
Tao, with his hands twisted in the shirt that was currently ensuring Wu Fan's arms were rendered useless, held him firmly up. Wu Fan blinked, his face inches away from the smooth leather, before he craned his neck to try and look back at the man behind him.
'Eyes forward.'
Breath hitching in his throat, Wu Fan stared at the expanse of cream leather in front of his nose again. He was kneeling on the very edge of the seat cushions, balanced precariously with his legs apart and his shirt pulled taut around his elbows, digging almost painfully into the flesh. Carefully he flexed the fingers of both hands and gave a half-hearted tug to test his bonds, but unless Tao let up his grip Wu Fan realised that he was pretty much helpless like this.
There was silence. Wu Fan waited, but Tao didn't seem to move or speak.
He went to turn his head again when there was a sharp slap against his thigh and the other's voice, suddenly right by his ear and quiet but heavy with threat, hissed; 'I said, eyes forward.'
Wishing his heartbeat would slow down from its suddenly erratic pace, Wu Fan kept his gaze firmly focused on the pattern in the leather as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. There was a sudden dip in the couch cushion between his legs and he held his breath again as he felt the brush of one of Tao's thighs against his own, the other leaning forward behind him.
Lips pressed against the junction of his neck and shoulder, a tender kiss that was followed by a light graze of teeth and the trail of a warm tongue along the curve of his neck to his ear. The fabric bonds were twisted tighter and Wu Fan winced at the painful pressure, gritting his teeth.
The hand that had smacked against his thigh was now warmly pressed against it and he realised Tao was holding him captive with only one hand while he was free to use the other as he wished. Tao gave his thigh a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand further around to the front and higher, though he didn't quite reach up to touch Wu Fan's swiftly growing erection, instead letting his fingers brush maddeningly close while he sucked firmly at a spot just below Wu Fan's jaw to leave a mark.
Wu Fan gasped when Tao pressed forward with his hips; he could feel the other's arousal against him, even through the fabric of his pants, and he felt Tao's breath shudder out against his neck at the friction.
'You like this, don't you, Wu Fan?' the other murmured against his ear.
'Y... Yes...' Wu Fan was sure the question was a trap, but he couldn't help himself and answered honestly, a tremor in his voice as he tried to keep his body as still as possible in the carefully balanced position.
'What else do you like?'
Definitely a trap. Wu Fan's mouth opened soundlessly for a moment as he tried to think of a way to respond that didn't spell trouble for him, but the way Tao was slowly grinding up against him from behind, soft gasps exhaling against Wu Fan's shoulder, was making it hard to think at all.
'I...' he'd only just begun to speak when the hand on his thigh moved up to cup him firmly through his pants and the sound tapered off into a strangled groan. 'Nhh...'
There was a tingle in his fingers as they started to go numb from the fabric cutting the circulation off in his arms and he tried to move them again with no luck. His thighs twitched as Tao squeezed teasingly through the front of his pants and he grunted as he was suddenly yanked upright, no longer hanging over the back of the couch, instead pressed back against the other. Tao's hand slid up along his bare stomach, his arm then winding around Wu Fan's waist. His tongue flicked out along the shell of Wu Fan's ear.
'I asked you a question.' he murmured. 'Don't make me repeat myself.'
'I like-' Wu Fan's sentence was cut short as his breath hitched; Tao had chosen that moment to firmly grind against him from behind, he was doing this on purpose. Gritting his teeth and continuing to stare straight ahead, he tried again. '...I like it when you take over... like this.'
The soft, impatient huff from behind him made him realise he hadn't given Tao the answer he'd wanted and he quickly ran through his options for a follow-up answer that might gain Tao's approval, but before he could speak the other abruptly moved back away from him.
Wu Fan was left off balance and teetered awkwardly for a moment before a hand on his shoulder yanked him around and he fell backward onto the couch instead. His hands, still tangled hopelessly in his shirt, were now pinned beneath him and he realised he probably looked ridiculous. He lay half undressed, one leg up on the couch, the other dangling off it, pants tented with his obvious arousal.
Tao followed him down quickly, laughing softly as Wu Fan twisted beneath him to try and ease the soreness in his still-bound arms and he settled between the man's thighs, leaning over to distract him with a deep kiss. Wu Fan groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around the other and completely unable to do so.
Tao took his time. His hands pressed down on Wu Fan's biceps, keeping his arms effectively immobile so he couldn't struggle enough to escape from his makeshift bonds, while he delved his tongue eagerly into Wu Fan's mouth. Wu Fan moaned against his lips and kissed him back eagerly, fighting Tao's tongue with his own, but from this angle he wasn't in much of a position to take control.
Which, he supposed, was sort of the point.
He choked when Tao pressed firmly down between his legs and ground slowly, deliberately against him, moaning into the kiss. Hooking one leg around the other to keep him close, he pressed up-not caring how eager it might make him seem-desperate for friction.
Wu Fan wasn't at all surprised when Tao pulled back almost immediately from their kiss, hands moving down to Wu Fan's thighs and spreading them wide, licking his lips as he stared down at the other man. He seemed to simply take a moment to drink in the sight of the other, eyes roaming slowly down over Wu Fan's chest and stomach in a way that made Wu Fan feel completely exposed, wishing that he could will away the flush creeping up along his neck and over his face.
'Well don't just stare.' he growled, sounding a lot braver than he felt.
Tao's gaze went back up to his face again and an eyebrow arched up under the dark hair. Wu Fan expected a sarcastic quip but instead Tao raked his nails down the man's torso, eliciting a startled yelp from him that Wu Fan instantly regretted because of the self-satisfied smirk it brought to Tao's lips.
His hands moved lower, unfastening Wu Fan's pants with a businesslike swiftness, fingers curling in the waistband and yanking them down off his hips along with his underwear as Tao moved back so he could get rid of them completely. Sitting back, he pulled his own shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor, obviously a lot less concerned than Wu Fan was about his own clothing. The room was a lot more brightly lit that the last time they had done this and Wu Fan took a moment to admire the lean, muscled torso, the broad shoulders and strong arms.
'Well don't just stare.' Tao mocked him, and Wu Fan almost dislocated his shoulder in his haste to reach up to touch him, quickly remembering again that he was unable to. Tao simply laughed at his distress, shifting closer and hooking his arms in beneath Wu Fan's legs, hoisting them up as he leaned over him, bending the other man almost double.
With all his weight bearing down on his trapped arms now and his body curled in on itself in a way that left his chest unable to expand for a proper breath, Wu Fan felt completely helpless and a little bit light-headed. His limbs were long and usually he easily dwarfed most others, but Tao's lithe body was just the right size to pin him with minimum effort.
'I could just fuck you like this,' Tao breathed, lips hovering tantalizingly close to Wu Fan's own, breath hot against him. 'Fuck you hard until you spill your load all over this expensive leather setting of yours. Would you like that?' Wu Fan tried to rise up enough to catch his lips in a kiss, if only to just make him stop talking but the way he was bent over there was no way he could move an inch. He both hated and loved how his cock twitched at the other's words, lying hard against his stomach and desperately needing contact.
'Stop talking,' he hissed, squirming uncomfortably beneath Tao's weight. 'and just do it.'
'Mmm, I'm having a slight sense of déja vu from our first time together.' Tao pressed a kiss to the line of Wu Fan's jaw before he suddenly drew back and some of the pressure in Wu Fan's chest lifted as he found himself no longer doubled over. 'Which began with you challenging me, and then ended up with you begging me to fuck you. I wonder if history will repeat itself.'
Wu Fan abruptly twisted and one arm finally slipped out of one of the sleeves that had been keeping him trapped. Pain shot through his shoulder at the sudden change in position, but he ignored it and scrambled up, taking advantage of Tao's surprise to shove him back.
He followed through with the weight of his body and suddenly their positions were reversed, Tao flat on his back, pinned by Wu Fan's hands on his shoulders. Pushing in between the other's thighs, Wu Fan glared down at him and ground firmly against him with his hips, biting back the groan at the welcome friction it caused between them.
'Since you won't stop talking, ' he growled, 'How about I fuck you instead.'
The smirk that spread over Tao's features at those words only provoked Wu Fan further and he pressed a bruising kiss to the other's lips that quickly gave way to a clash of tongue and teeth as Tao's long fingers curled into his hair. He rocked forward against him again and while his threat had been mostly false bravado, the image of seeing Tao pant and moan beneath him while he fucked him was suddenly vivid in his mind.
Wu Fan's hands left Tao's shoulders and slid down to the other's hips, hoisting them up against his own as he straightened up so he could look down at him. He felt the muscles of Tao's thighs tense briefly as he found himself in territory that Wu Fan knew the other wasn’t comfortable with; he saw it in the dark look Tao shot him, though it was brief and quickly replaced by lust.
Legs tightening around Wu Fan's waist, abdominal muscles flexed as Tao pulled himself upright in the man's lap, hooking an arm around Wu Fan's neck and twisting around, sending them both toppling off the couch. Wu Fan yelped as his shoulder hit the edge of the coffee table, which clattered away from the two struggling men at the impact, and he immediately began fighting the other to try and retain control. Tao, however, was having none of it. The fall had left Wu Fan beneath him and even as the taller of the two dug fingers into Tao's shoulders to try and shove him off to the side, he grabbed the wrist in a vice-like grip and twisted. The pain jammed Wu Fan's breath in his throat and in the moment of startled distraction, Tao pressed his forearm firmly over the man's throat and straddled his waist comfortably.
'Not yet.' the youth whispered with a low chuckle, and Wu Fan couldn't help but shiver at the unspoken promise in those two simple words.
Lifting his arm just long enough to instead wrap strong fingers around Wu Fan's throat and hoisting him up off the floor, Tao reached for his jacket to fish around in the pocket, retrieving the items he needed. Wu Fan was barely resisting him now; his fingers dug into the man's throat and he was having trouble breathing, gasping shallow breaths. It only took minimal effort for Tao to manoeuvre him over the table, Wu Fan's hands scrabbling weakly against the polished wood, and only when Tao was certain there would be little to no further resistance did the hand around Wu Fan's throat let go.
Moments later, leather-clad knees nudged Wu Fan's legs apart and slick fingers coaxed him open, meeting little resistance and working swiftly until they had their victim squirming helplessly, torn between begging the other to go faster, to give him more, while at the same time not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Tao was methodical, well-practiced, knowing exactly how to drive the other man crazy. He stretched Wu Fan further, sliding three fingers in deep and enjoying the needy moan he got in response as the man's fingers curled desperately against the table.
The pace was different this time. The first time it had been quick and rough, but this time Tao had all the time in the world and he used it to his advantage, working Wu Fan to an absolute mess beneath him. Crooking his fingers to find the sensitive spot inside him, the kiss he was pressing into the small of Wu Fan's back curved into a smile as he found it and the other shuddered with a choked cry.
'Z-Zitao...' Wu Fan's voice was strained. Tao waited but the other seemed reluctant to continue, so he pushed in deep and rubbed slow circles against the bundle of nerves within him until Wu Fan was gasping desperately with every breath, one arm curled in under his head as he panted against it, while the other continued to paw helplessly at the tabletop. 'Stop o-or I'm...' he trailed off into another strangled groan.
Tao didn't stop. If anything, Wu Fan's plea drove him to push deeper, firmer, stretching him open and keeping up the constant pressure. The muscles in Wu Fan's thighs were tense, shuddering at the onslaught of sensations and Tao's name was uttered through clenched teeth once, twice, before he sank his teeth into the flesh of his hand to smother the sounds he was making.
Tao didn't seem to mind as he grazed teeth along the swell of Wu Fan's backside, his free hand scraping blunt nails teasingly along the sensitive inner thighs, carefully avoiding his cock even as Wu Fan desperately pressed down to drive the other's fingers in deeper, aching for more contact.
'Tao, please...!'
The orgasm took Wu Fan by surprise, washing over him in a sudden flood that tensed his muscles and had him biting down on his hand so hard it would leave bruises later. Tao smirked and pressed firm against the sweet spot, delighting in the other's hitched, erratic gasps as Wu Fan squirmed to try and relieve the wonderfully torturous pressure that was making it hard for him to think. Tao's name fell constantly from his lips like a mantra, and it was only when he was almost incoherent that Tao finally withdrew, taking something with him as he did so-Wu Fan felt the familiar pull from his core but instead of unpleasant, as it had been during Tao's demonstration the last time, it added a dizzying high to the pleasure he already felt and left him light-headed.
Wu Fan's eyes were half-open, but unfocused as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat stuck him to the table's surface but he didn't feel the discomfort, still floating in a haze. He realised the air was cool against his skin... he couldn't feel another warm body against his own and struggled to sit up so he could turn and see the other, ignoring the sticky mess left behind.
Tao surprised him by meeting him halfway with a bruising kiss. Wu Fan groaned against his lips, easily parting his own for the other's access as strong hands on his shoulders shoved him back down again, stealing the breath that was forced out of him when his back hit the tabletop, the wood creaking ominously but holding steady. He felt overwhelmed as Tao was suddenly on top of him, pressing him firmly down.
Tao growled into the kiss, tugging briefly at Wu Fan's lip with his teeth before possessively delving in his tongue again, and then-just as suddenly- Wu Fan found himself gasping for air as the other pulled away, his fingertips sliding slick with sweat against the smooth surface beneath him as he desperately sought a decent grip on something, anything.
Tao's careful, measured motions from before had been replaced by the same forcefulness from that first night. Wu Fan felt fingers in his hair and he arched up in response with a choked moan as Tao's other hand pulled one leg up and pressed bruises into his thigh. He was still buzzing from the afterglow and it left him feeling extra sensitive, each of Tao's touches leaving his skin tingling, the graze of teeth against the side of his neck raising goosebumps as he felt Tao above him, his body curving perfectly over Wu Fan's own as he hooked Wu Fan's leg over his shoulder.
When Tao easily slid into him, Wu Fan still pliant in the wake of his previous orgasm, a shudder ran right up along his spine and left him shaking slightly as he tried to prop himself up on arms that didn't feel like they could hold his weight. He gave up on this quickly, and his breath hitched in his throat as the other rocked forward. Tao's body was fiery hot against him, almost impossibly so, his hands sliding up along Wu Fan's sides. Wu Fan felt feverish from it and as Tao set the pace, firm and deep, he uttered a wordless plea, a shaky sound of want and need and probably conveying more than he could put into words.
He was already hard again and almost sobbed with relief as he felt the other's fingers curl around his cock, stroking in tandem with his thrusts. Wu Fan was beyond maintaining appearances; he had already come to terms with the fact that Tao was going to be able to break the walls of his facade no matter what he did.
He didn't care. He just wanted him, wanted more of him.
Nails dragged along the curves of Wu Fan's ribs, causing him to shudder, and over his hip, making him gasp again. His toes curled as he tried to adjust to the firm, deep rhythm of the other man, trying to meet his thrusts while also wanting to push forward into his grip, the indecision simply leaving him writhing helplessly between the two. One of his hands found the table's edge and clung desperately to it, the muscles in his thighs tense.
Tao slowed abruptly. Wu Fan almost whined in disappointment but bit his lip hard instead, breathing sharply through his nose as he opened his eyes to see what had stopped him. Tao was watching him, dark eyes shining with... something in their depths, and Wu Fan was pretty damn sure it was mischief.
'Zitao...!' he squeezed out through gritted teeth, and it was a complaint, a question, a plea all at once.
The other leaned down over him, pressing his lips to the crook of Wu Fan's neck as he exhaled warmly across his skin. 'Mmm?'
Suddenly what Wu Fan had initially seen as the other being a horrible tease seemed instead entirely too intimate for comfort. Wu Fan felt his cheeks burn as the other nuzzled in against his neck and sucked bruises into his skin, one of Tao's hands sliding flat against his stomach while the other continued to stroke at him. He could easily deal with being fucked fast and hard-it was what he expected-but this was not something he was prepared for, and he felt his pulse quicken as he squirmed, trying to ignore how each warm, gentle touch made his heart stutter.
'Come for me.' Tao murmured against his ear, his voice running like silk through Wu Fan's mind. The hand around Wu Fan's cock squeezed and stroked a little more firmly and the man groaned as his eyes fluttered closed.
Tao kept the pace like that, deep and slow, Wu Fan's body burning hotter with each thrust. He felt it building up and his breaths became more erratic as he tried to keep himself under control, wanting it to last longer, but as if sensing his resolve Tao whispered more to him, filthy words and promises that fired off Wu Fan's imagination and disabled any self-control he had.
When he came the second time it was different to the sudden orgasm from earlier, it was a slow buildup, a steady burn of pleasure that left his vision blurry for a moment and his breath leaving him in a shaky sigh. His muscles tightened around the other and Tao moaned low and deep against Wu Fan's ear, remaining buried deep inside him as Wu Fan shuddered through his release.
He hissed softly in discomfort when Tao withdrew and when he had taken a moment to recover he sat himself up with a little difficulty, regarding the other with a measure of frustration. 'You... I don't...' he couldn't even form a coherent sentence and grimaced for a moment still a little breathless. 'You love to see me squirm, don't you?'
Tao seemed unruffled, a thin sheen of sweat on his smooth skin the only indication that he had exerted himself at all. He laughed, reaching out to cup Wu Fan's cheek in one hand, drawing him in for a sweet kiss. Wu Fan wished he wouldn't, he felt dizzy and light-headed and the more that Tao touched him the worse the feelings got.
'If I didn't change things up a little, how would it remain interesting?' the other teased.
Wu Fan uttered a short, sharp laugh that was only a little bitter as he weakly pulled himself up from the table teetering on his feet only long enough to collapse into the comforting embrace of the couch cushions, deciding to ignore the mess he had made on the floor and part of the coffee table. He wasn't sure he'd easily be able to have guests seated around it for a while without being haunted by the memory of this moment.
'You orchestrate everything between us just the way you like it, don't you?' he murmured, wishing he didn't feel so exhausted. His eyelids felt heavy and while he was proud not to have passed out this time, he wished he didn't feel like he was going to fall asleep. He wanted this to last.
'I would have thought that was obvious.' Tao drawled as he slid down beside him and lazily slung a leg over one of Wu Fan's knees, dragging a fingernail slowly over the man's ribs hard enough to elicit a hiss of discomfort.
'No, I mean... I mean really, everything. Like me taking over, even if it was just briefly.' Wu Fan let his head roll against the headrest of the couch to face the other man, marveling quietly how gorgeous he looked, especially in the haziness of the afterglow. 'I know you enough already, I think. You wouldn't have let it happen if it wasn't exactly what you wanted.'
Tao watched him with the calculating gaze that made Wu Fan feel like the man was somehow able to look straight into his soul. He seemed unfazed by the question. 'Is that a problem?'
Wu Fan laughed and rolled his head back again to gaze listlessly up at the ceiling while his fingers traced idly along Tao's thigh. 'It's... well, no. I suppose I just wanted to know if I was right.'
A silence settled between them and he could feel Tao's curious gaze on him for a long moment before he stretched and shifted position, slowly straightening before shifting in closer to Wu Fan's side to lean in, his arm draping over the man's waist.
He really does remind me of a cat, Wu Fan thought to himself, all grace and elegance until you touch it the wrong way and then it's likely to claw your eyes out.
'I like obedience.' Tao murmured as he leaned in to press the words into Wu Fan's skin with idle kisses. 'But I don't like cute little pets that roll over at the smallest provocation. I was wrong about you, Wu Fan, you're no mouse... but it doesn't hurt to test that every so often. To try convince myself that I'm not making a big mistake.'
Wu Fan tilted his head to look down at the other and his heart stuttered traitorously at the way Tao looked, caramel skin standing out against the light cream leather of his couch, eyes gazing up at him from beneath soft lashes and a fringe of dark hair.
He had to look away again. 'Is that what you think I am? A mistake?'
He felt Tao shift beside him, pulling back with a sigh, and he knew the other was tired of the topic. 'I don't know yet.'
Wu Fan knew he had no right to feel hurt by those words, yet that didn't soothe the sting.
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Rating: NC17
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Tao/Kris
Length: 7.8k
[ previous chapter]
'Are you okay?'
Wu Fan snapped out of his trance at the sound of the voice and he looked up from his computer to find Yixing standing over him looking concerned. The young man had just started work at the firm a month ago, but everyone had warmed up to him very quickly due to his kind personality and his enthusiastic attitude. Wu Fan thought he must have spoken to Yixing a total of three times the entire time the other had been employed and he wasn't sure why Yixing was suddenly checking on him.
'I'm fine.' he replied without much conviction, wondering what might have implied otherwise.
'You look like you haven't been sleeping very well.'
Ah. 'Is it that obvious?'
Yixing gestured to eyes and frowned slightly. 'You have dark circles. I've never seen you look so tired before, and you were absent the other day. I hope it's nothing serious.' he leaned over and placed a steaming mug on Wu Fan's desk. 'I made some tea. It's quite soothing, it should help a little, regardless of what the problem might be.'
Wu Fan resisted the urge to reply that he highly doubted that, but the tea smelled fragrant and Yixing's gesture was a kind one so instead he curtly thanked him, very aware of every pair of eyes in the office being trained on the two of them. No one ever really came to talk to him unless they absolutely had to, and he wondered what had prompted the newbie to do so.
Thankfully Yixing could sense that he wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation and retreated soon after, leaving Wu Fan to his work, although Wu Fan wasn't sure he'd gotten anything productive done all day, or any day since he'd seen Tao for the second time.
He constantly recalled the pain he'd felt when Tao had... done whatever it was that he'd done. He'd put on a brave front, but it certainly wasn't something he was in any hurry to feel again any time soon and he knew Tao had intended for him to feel that way. He was torn as to what to do; Tao had told him to forget, but there was just no feasible way for Wu Fan to do that, and discomfort aside, it wasn't the last time that he wanted to see the other.
He stared into the cup of tea on his desk and tried not to sigh.
The tea was nice, he thought as he sipped it carefully-sweet but not overbearingly so. A bit like Yixing, Wu Fan thought wryly as he remembered how the coffee, dark and bitter, had reminded him of Tao.
He couldn't keep Tao out of his thoughts, no matter what. Now that he knew that the other was aware of this whether he liked it or not, he didn't actually try that hard, hoping that it might drive the man to come and see him again.
Wu Fan knew he was being selfish, but he had never wanted something so badly in his life. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted Tao all to himself-although the thought made his heart stutter in a way that was entirely too worrying to dwell on for too long-but rather he wanted to feel the things that the other had brought up in him, things he had never before realised he wanted.
You know what's nice about leader-types? They so often secretly wish that they weren't the ones in control.
He put the tea down and buried his face in his hands, not bothering to stifle his shaky sigh this time and not caring who was watching.
-
It was two days later that Wu Fan woke up in the middle of the night with strong hands wrapped around his throat.
That evening he had been particularly melancholy. Unable to focus on his work he had left early and had spent the evening with a glass of wine and his thoughts. Despite the other's wishes, he had been unable to do anything but think of Tao, of the man's dark eyes and golden skin, of the unique curve to his lips.
He'd closed his eyes, had pictured him the way he'd been seated on Wu Fan's couch, oozing self-confidence. He'd imagined the way things may have gone had he moved over to join him on that couch, had moved to kiss him, to whisper against the other's lips all the things he actually couldn't bring himself to say.
He had awoken choking for the air that couldn't reach his lungs and he reached up and clawed at the fingers pressing into his flesh, the thumbs digging in against his windpipe. His chest burned and as he thrashed around he realised he could feel the pressure of another person straddling his waist, leaning over him, breaths harsh and heavy with exertion.
He reached up, found a face in the dark, pressed his palms against smooth cheeks and desperately mouthed Tao's name in a silent plea.
The reaction was instantaneous; the hands vanished from his neck and Wu Fan drew a desperate, rattling breath that broke into harsh coughing as oxygen rushed back into him. The pressure lifted off him and there was nothing beneath his hands anymore, no warmth of another body. His hands grasped desperately at the air, trying to find contact again before he rolled over to reach for the light of his bedside lamp, still heaving in deep breaths.
When the light flooded his room there was no one there, leaving Wu Fan wondering if it hadn't been a particularly vivid dream.
Or perhaps a warning.
-
Wu Fan continued to visit the club where he'd first met Tao on the same nights of the week he always had, maintaining his stubborn resolve to seek him out. He didn't drink to excess the way he had that one night though; he had considered it briefly, since it had been the one night that Tao had shown himself again, but he had absolutely no desire to go through that mess again.
Not to mention if he was going to allow himself to keep crawling back to a man who didn't want him, the least he could do was maintain whatever scraps of his dignity he had left.
Minseok had eyed him warily on his return, and had served him his drinks with some reluctance, obviously not willing to have a repeat of Wu Fan's drunken evening. When Wu Fan had quizzed him on who had seen him into the taxi that night Minseok had shrugged and said that he'd turned away for a second and the next thing Wu Fan had been gone, so he'd figured Wu Fan had made it out himself.
The bartender relaxed as Wu Fan nursed the one drink instead of ordering several and left him to his own devices after a while, but Wu Fan didn't watch the front entrance anymore like he had always used to.
After all, Tao had gone so long without letting himself be found while he watched Wu Fan from the shadows, he knew that if Tao didn't want to be spotted, he wouldn't let it happen.
So it surprised him when on that night, the first night he'd visited the club since Tao had taken him home drunk, he felt a hand on his shoulder as he sat at the bar and turned to find himself staring up into those smouldering black eyes again.
The thudding music of the club dulled in Wu Fan's ears as his focus suddenly centred solely on the man in front of him and he didn't even realise what he was doing as he raised shaky hands up to Tao's face, sliding his fingers over the other's cheeks as if to convince himself that what he was seeing was real.
Tao watched him with an unreadable expression but didn't pull back; instead he took a step closer, pressing between Wu Fan's thighs as the man looked up at him from the barstool, one hand remaining on Wu Fan's shoulder while the other mirrored the gesture of the other's hands, running along his cheek in an almost tender manner, although his expression didn't change.
Wu Fan's hands dropped to Tao's hips and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the other's chest, feeling something like relief wash over him as he breathed in Tao's scent, warmth and spices, revelling in the closeness of him, not truly having realised how badly he wanted him until that very moment.
That's crazy, he thought to himself, I barely know anything about him.
Regardless, the ache in his chest at simply seeing Tao again was undeniable and he wound his arms around the man's waist beneath the warm black coat, fingers curling into his shirt as he breathed him in as he felt fingers wind into his hair, running in soothing strokes against his scalp.
Never before had Wu Fan felt so unstable, and he held onto Tao as if he were drowning, as if Tao was the only safety he had.
Later they stood outside together, Tao leaning against a wall as he lit up a cigarette, the flame casting a glow over his face before he inhaled deeply, snapping the lighter shut as he regarded Wu Fan. Taking the cigarette from his lips he exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around him in the still night air.
'You didn't try to forget me.' his voice was low, his tone matter-of-fact.
'I can't.'
Tao was silent for a long moment, cigarette dangling between his fingers before he finally took another drag from it, speaking with the exhale. 'I still don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into.'
'I've had a lot of time to think about it. I'm quite sure that I do.'
Pursing his lips in thought, Tao took a few slow, lazy steps towards Wu Fan until he stopped right in front of him, bare inches separating them, the smell of the cigarette smoke acrid in Wu Fan's nose. 'You want to be mine.' it wasn't a question, so Wu Fan didn't respond. 'But I've told you I don't do give and take, I only take.'
'I'll give.' Wu Fan replied quietly. 'As much as you need.'
Tao sneered. 'That's very selfless of you.'
Wu Fan didn't want to correct him and say that, no, he had been nothing but selfish about this from the start. He remained silent and tried not to think about the way that Tao was looking at him and how it made his stomach feel like it was doing flips, especially when Tao closed the distance between them to press a tender kiss against Wu Fan's lips.
He tasted of smoke, and spices, and lust and desire and everything positively sinful that Wu Fan had been craving so desperately without even realising it. The kiss lasted a bare few seconds and was no more than a light press but it left Wu Fan weak at the knees and he reached out to take a hold of the other... to find that Tao was already stepping out of his reach.
'Tonight,' Tao murmured as he drew back. 'Like every other night, think of me.'
Wu Fan tried to ignore how his heart raced as he nodded, and it felt a bit like making a deal with the devil.
-
Wu Fan wondered if he'd begun to fall in love with Tao from the moment he had laid eyes on him in the club.
He wondered if it had been the moment he had found Tao in his room, or the moment Tao had made him beg. He wondered if it was happening even now, as strong fingers buried into his hair, as he heard his name uttered in a sigh that fell from Tao's lips.
Now, Tao was sprawled across Wu Fan's leather couch much in the same way he had been the second time he'd appeared before him, only this time Wu Fan kneeled between his legs, hands keeping the other's thighs spread as he let the other's cock slide along his tongue with every bob of his head.
Tao groaned and shifted beneath him, hips moving to fuck Wu Fan's mouth slowly, tongue dragging out to wet his lips as he gazed down on the older man with half-closed eyes. 'Deeper.' he murmured, fingers tightening slightly in the other's hair as he pushed him down, sighing as he slid in to the back of Wu Fan's throat. 'Mh... yes, like that.'
Wu Fan wasn't prepared for it and couldn't relax in time so he choked, drawing back slightly to breathe. Tao, however, barely gave him time to recover, fisting both hands into the others hair and allowing him only a short breath before he pushed down again, hissing in approval as Wu Fan's fingers curled against his inner thighs in response, nails digging in, harmless against black leather. Wu Fan sucked in a deep breath through his nose and released it in a groan that ran vibrations through the length in his mouth, leaving Tao gasping in delight.
'Good,' he continued to whisper encouragements to him, easing up the hold on Wu Fan's hair to soothingly caress it instead. 'Now put that tongue of yours to use.'
He did as he was told, pressing his tongue against the underside of Tao's cock and dragging it slowly along the vein there as he drew back. As he closed his lips around the head and sucked heavily for a moment, adjusting to the taste of the other's precome as the tip of his tongue laved at the slit, he felt Tao's thighs shudder beneath his hands. He glanced up to see the other biting down on his lip to smother his moans, approval sparkling in the black depths of his eyes.
That look was the one Wu Fan had been craving and his heart stilled for a moment, immediately distracted from what he was doing until insistent fingers in his hair gave a demanding tug.
'You're not done yet.'
It was messy because this wasn't something Wu Fan as experienced in and he was trying to be careful with teeth but Tao was impatient and handled him roughly, biting his lip and growling in frustration when Wu Fan didn't move fast enough or didn't quite do what Tao wanted of him. Gripping the base of the other's cock with one hand and stroking in short, twisting motions there he instead focused on the head with lips and tongue, hollowing his cheeks around it briefly and feeling some satisfaction as he heard Tao gasp again.
Tao grew a little less demanding as Wu Fan slowly but surely figured out what he liked best, and settled for simply rolling his hips shallowly up into Wu Fan's hand and mouth, his breaths short and erratic, punctuated by moans and breathless whispers of yes and again whenever Wu Fan did something particularly pleasing.
Wu Fan worked hard for those whispers. He felt a hot thrill run through him every time Tao responded with encouragement.
He winced when Tao's fingers dug in against his scalp, pulling painfully on his hair as he was forced back, a string of saliva remaining between them, running from his lips to the other's cock. He swallowed thickly as he gazed up at the other man, licking his lips and feeling oddly nervous, unsure of where this was going or why Tao had made him stop so suddenly. That in itself sent a thrill through him; the uncertainty was so new to him, so alien, he was so used to knowing how everything went because usually he was the one who was instigating everything-not just with sex but in all aspects of his life.
Tao had taken away that sureness, that predictability.
The man had a sly smirk on his lips, a flush of pleasure evident on his face as he observed the sight before him; Wu Fan, still in a crisp, buttoned shirt and neatly pressed pants that were wrinkling from the way he was kneeling on the floor, his hair messy and lips reddened and slightly swollen.
Wu Fan's height and usually-powerful glare meant nothing in this position; there was no intimidation in the way he looked up with a hint of hopefulness and trepidation. With Tao, Wu Fan was not at all in control. With Tao, that was exactly the way that he wanted it to be, and it still scared him a little as he tried to come to terms with that.
'Mm... it's easy to see you're inexperienced.' Tao chuckled at the blush that crawled over Wu Fan's face and the way the man's eyes narrowed slightly at the jibe. 'Not that it's a bad thing... you're quite good, but I can make you better.' he reached down with one hand to swipe his thumb along the corner of the other man's lips to catch a streak of saliva Wu Fan's tongue had missed, before he raised it to his own and licked it clean.
After he and Tao had spoken at the club, Wu Fan had gone straight home. He had asked why Tao couldn't simply come with him, but the other had smiled and refused to answer, essentially cutting any further conversation short, so Wu Fan had eventually left him behind.
He had been too full of conflicting emotion to go to bed. He'd paced his lounge room, had downed a glass of wine with a shaky hand-not his best idea as it clashed with both the scotch he'd drunk before, and with his nerves, leaving him feeling queasy-and he had thought of Tao, oh he had thought of Tao.
Had thought of the press of his hands and the touch of his lips, the way his voice slid like silk through Wu Fan's mind, the way it sounded when he spoke Wu Fan's name and made him weak at the knees.
He'd collapsed onto the couch and had closed his eyes, tilting his head back and wishing desperately for sleep, somehow certain that Tao wouldn't come if he didn't. It took a long, frustrating hour but with the aid of the alcohol, Wu Fan had eventually fallen into a restless doze and his last thoughts had been; What if he doesn't come at all?
He had been awoken by eager lips pressing to his throat, hair tickling his cheek and nimble fingers working open the top few buttons on his shirt, the smell of Tao's cologne warm and familiar, and he wondered then why he had worried at all.
Now, Tao reached down and grabbed a handful of Wu Fan's neatly pressed shirt and Wu Fan almost winced as he thought of the fabric creasing in the other's grip, but that thought was swiftly abandoned as he found himself being hauled to his feet with a strength that still surprised him; he knew Tao was strong, could feel it in every touch, every bruising press of the other's fingers, but Wu Fan was still not used to being manhandled quite so easily.
'Careful, that shirt's...' the words died in his throat at the amused look in Tao's eyes. He swallowed down the rest of the complaint as he realised how ridiculous he sounded.
'Your shirt?' Tao was standing too, and his fingers curled tighter in the fabric as he yanked Wu Fan close, his nose almost touching the other's, mirth in his eyes and a taunt in his smile. 'Worried about your clothes, Wu Fan?'
Two fingers of his free hand curled over one of Wu Fan's fastened buttons at his throat, and with a sudden, abrupt downward pull Tao ripped Wu Fan's shirt partway open, the top several buttons popping off easily and scattering noisily across the hardwood floor.
As Wu Fan's mouth opened to protest the grave mishandling of a shirt that would cost some people a month's wage he was suddenly thrown off balance; Tao's fingers had twisted in the fabric and yanked to the side, pulling it back to expose one of Wu Fan's shoulders as the man suddenly felt an impact to the back of one knee that sent him staggering.
He wasn't sure what happened next, he didn't even see Tao move but suddenly the other way behind him, both hands pulling his shirt back off Wu Fan's shoulders as he tried to regain his balance. Another shove against the backs of his legs-Tao's knees nudging his own out from under him, he realised-destroyed any control he'd managed to regain in that half-second and his knees hit the edge of the couch's seat.
His arms pinned helplessly behind him, trapped in the sleeves of his abused shirt, Wu Fan braced himself as he fell forward, for an impact against the back of the couch.
It never came.
Tao, with his hands twisted in the shirt that was currently ensuring Wu Fan's arms were rendered useless, held him firmly up. Wu Fan blinked, his face inches away from the smooth leather, before he craned his neck to try and look back at the man behind him.
'Eyes forward.'
Breath hitching in his throat, Wu Fan stared at the expanse of cream leather in front of his nose again. He was kneeling on the very edge of the seat cushions, balanced precariously with his legs apart and his shirt pulled taut around his elbows, digging almost painfully into the flesh. Carefully he flexed the fingers of both hands and gave a half-hearted tug to test his bonds, but unless Tao let up his grip Wu Fan realised that he was pretty much helpless like this.
There was silence. Wu Fan waited, but Tao didn't seem to move or speak.
He went to turn his head again when there was a sharp slap against his thigh and the other's voice, suddenly right by his ear and quiet but heavy with threat, hissed; 'I said, eyes forward.'
Wishing his heartbeat would slow down from its suddenly erratic pace, Wu Fan kept his gaze firmly focused on the pattern in the leather as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. There was a sudden dip in the couch cushion between his legs and he held his breath again as he felt the brush of one of Tao's thighs against his own, the other leaning forward behind him.
Lips pressed against the junction of his neck and shoulder, a tender kiss that was followed by a light graze of teeth and the trail of a warm tongue along the curve of his neck to his ear. The fabric bonds were twisted tighter and Wu Fan winced at the painful pressure, gritting his teeth.
The hand that had smacked against his thigh was now warmly pressed against it and he realised Tao was holding him captive with only one hand while he was free to use the other as he wished. Tao gave his thigh a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand further around to the front and higher, though he didn't quite reach up to touch Wu Fan's swiftly growing erection, instead letting his fingers brush maddeningly close while he sucked firmly at a spot just below Wu Fan's jaw to leave a mark.
Wu Fan gasped when Tao pressed forward with his hips; he could feel the other's arousal against him, even through the fabric of his pants, and he felt Tao's breath shudder out against his neck at the friction.
'You like this, don't you, Wu Fan?' the other murmured against his ear.
'Y... Yes...' Wu Fan was sure the question was a trap, but he couldn't help himself and answered honestly, a tremor in his voice as he tried to keep his body as still as possible in the carefully balanced position.
'What else do you like?'
Definitely a trap. Wu Fan's mouth opened soundlessly for a moment as he tried to think of a way to respond that didn't spell trouble for him, but the way Tao was slowly grinding up against him from behind, soft gasps exhaling against Wu Fan's shoulder, was making it hard to think at all.
'I...' he'd only just begun to speak when the hand on his thigh moved up to cup him firmly through his pants and the sound tapered off into a strangled groan. 'Nhh...'
There was a tingle in his fingers as they started to go numb from the fabric cutting the circulation off in his arms and he tried to move them again with no luck. His thighs twitched as Tao squeezed teasingly through the front of his pants and he grunted as he was suddenly yanked upright, no longer hanging over the back of the couch, instead pressed back against the other. Tao's hand slid up along his bare stomach, his arm then winding around Wu Fan's waist. His tongue flicked out along the shell of Wu Fan's ear.
'I asked you a question.' he murmured. 'Don't make me repeat myself.'
'I like-' Wu Fan's sentence was cut short as his breath hitched; Tao had chosen that moment to firmly grind against him from behind, he was doing this on purpose. Gritting his teeth and continuing to stare straight ahead, he tried again. '...I like it when you take over... like this.'
The soft, impatient huff from behind him made him realise he hadn't given Tao the answer he'd wanted and he quickly ran through his options for a follow-up answer that might gain Tao's approval, but before he could speak the other abruptly moved back away from him.
Wu Fan was left off balance and teetered awkwardly for a moment before a hand on his shoulder yanked him around and he fell backward onto the couch instead. His hands, still tangled hopelessly in his shirt, were now pinned beneath him and he realised he probably looked ridiculous. He lay half undressed, one leg up on the couch, the other dangling off it, pants tented with his obvious arousal.
Tao followed him down quickly, laughing softly as Wu Fan twisted beneath him to try and ease the soreness in his still-bound arms and he settled between the man's thighs, leaning over to distract him with a deep kiss. Wu Fan groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around the other and completely unable to do so.
Tao took his time. His hands pressed down on Wu Fan's biceps, keeping his arms effectively immobile so he couldn't struggle enough to escape from his makeshift bonds, while he delved his tongue eagerly into Wu Fan's mouth. Wu Fan moaned against his lips and kissed him back eagerly, fighting Tao's tongue with his own, but from this angle he wasn't in much of a position to take control.
Which, he supposed, was sort of the point.
He choked when Tao pressed firmly down between his legs and ground slowly, deliberately against him, moaning into the kiss. Hooking one leg around the other to keep him close, he pressed up-not caring how eager it might make him seem-desperate for friction.
Wu Fan wasn't at all surprised when Tao pulled back almost immediately from their kiss, hands moving down to Wu Fan's thighs and spreading them wide, licking his lips as he stared down at the other man. He seemed to simply take a moment to drink in the sight of the other, eyes roaming slowly down over Wu Fan's chest and stomach in a way that made Wu Fan feel completely exposed, wishing that he could will away the flush creeping up along his neck and over his face.
'Well don't just stare.' he growled, sounding a lot braver than he felt.
Tao's gaze went back up to his face again and an eyebrow arched up under the dark hair. Wu Fan expected a sarcastic quip but instead Tao raked his nails down the man's torso, eliciting a startled yelp from him that Wu Fan instantly regretted because of the self-satisfied smirk it brought to Tao's lips.
His hands moved lower, unfastening Wu Fan's pants with a businesslike swiftness, fingers curling in the waistband and yanking them down off his hips along with his underwear as Tao moved back so he could get rid of them completely. Sitting back, he pulled his own shirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor, obviously a lot less concerned than Wu Fan was about his own clothing. The room was a lot more brightly lit that the last time they had done this and Wu Fan took a moment to admire the lean, muscled torso, the broad shoulders and strong arms.
'Well don't just stare.' Tao mocked him, and Wu Fan almost dislocated his shoulder in his haste to reach up to touch him, quickly remembering again that he was unable to. Tao simply laughed at his distress, shifting closer and hooking his arms in beneath Wu Fan's legs, hoisting them up as he leaned over him, bending the other man almost double.
With all his weight bearing down on his trapped arms now and his body curled in on itself in a way that left his chest unable to expand for a proper breath, Wu Fan felt completely helpless and a little bit light-headed. His limbs were long and usually he easily dwarfed most others, but Tao's lithe body was just the right size to pin him with minimum effort.
'I could just fuck you like this,' Tao breathed, lips hovering tantalizingly close to Wu Fan's own, breath hot against him. 'Fuck you hard until you spill your load all over this expensive leather setting of yours. Would you like that?' Wu Fan tried to rise up enough to catch his lips in a kiss, if only to just make him stop talking but the way he was bent over there was no way he could move an inch. He both hated and loved how his cock twitched at the other's words, lying hard against his stomach and desperately needing contact.
'Stop talking,' he hissed, squirming uncomfortably beneath Tao's weight. 'and just do it.'
'Mmm, I'm having a slight sense of déja vu from our first time together.' Tao pressed a kiss to the line of Wu Fan's jaw before he suddenly drew back and some of the pressure in Wu Fan's chest lifted as he found himself no longer doubled over. 'Which began with you challenging me, and then ended up with you begging me to fuck you. I wonder if history will repeat itself.'
Wu Fan abruptly twisted and one arm finally slipped out of one of the sleeves that had been keeping him trapped. Pain shot through his shoulder at the sudden change in position, but he ignored it and scrambled up, taking advantage of Tao's surprise to shove him back.
He followed through with the weight of his body and suddenly their positions were reversed, Tao flat on his back, pinned by Wu Fan's hands on his shoulders. Pushing in between the other's thighs, Wu Fan glared down at him and ground firmly against him with his hips, biting back the groan at the welcome friction it caused between them.
'Since you won't stop talking, ' he growled, 'How about I fuck you instead.'
The smirk that spread over Tao's features at those words only provoked Wu Fan further and he pressed a bruising kiss to the other's lips that quickly gave way to a clash of tongue and teeth as Tao's long fingers curled into his hair. He rocked forward against him again and while his threat had been mostly false bravado, the image of seeing Tao pant and moan beneath him while he fucked him was suddenly vivid in his mind.
Wu Fan's hands left Tao's shoulders and slid down to the other's hips, hoisting them up against his own as he straightened up so he could look down at him. He felt the muscles of Tao's thighs tense briefly as he found himself in territory that Wu Fan knew the other wasn’t comfortable with; he saw it in the dark look Tao shot him, though it was brief and quickly replaced by lust.
Legs tightening around Wu Fan's waist, abdominal muscles flexed as Tao pulled himself upright in the man's lap, hooking an arm around Wu Fan's neck and twisting around, sending them both toppling off the couch. Wu Fan yelped as his shoulder hit the edge of the coffee table, which clattered away from the two struggling men at the impact, and he immediately began fighting the other to try and retain control. Tao, however, was having none of it. The fall had left Wu Fan beneath him and even as the taller of the two dug fingers into Tao's shoulders to try and shove him off to the side, he grabbed the wrist in a vice-like grip and twisted. The pain jammed Wu Fan's breath in his throat and in the moment of startled distraction, Tao pressed his forearm firmly over the man's throat and straddled his waist comfortably.
'Not yet.' the youth whispered with a low chuckle, and Wu Fan couldn't help but shiver at the unspoken promise in those two simple words.
Lifting his arm just long enough to instead wrap strong fingers around Wu Fan's throat and hoisting him up off the floor, Tao reached for his jacket to fish around in the pocket, retrieving the items he needed. Wu Fan was barely resisting him now; his fingers dug into the man's throat and he was having trouble breathing, gasping shallow breaths. It only took minimal effort for Tao to manoeuvre him over the table, Wu Fan's hands scrabbling weakly against the polished wood, and only when Tao was certain there would be little to no further resistance did the hand around Wu Fan's throat let go.
Moments later, leather-clad knees nudged Wu Fan's legs apart and slick fingers coaxed him open, meeting little resistance and working swiftly until they had their victim squirming helplessly, torn between begging the other to go faster, to give him more, while at the same time not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Tao was methodical, well-practiced, knowing exactly how to drive the other man crazy. He stretched Wu Fan further, sliding three fingers in deep and enjoying the needy moan he got in response as the man's fingers curled desperately against the table.
The pace was different this time. The first time it had been quick and rough, but this time Tao had all the time in the world and he used it to his advantage, working Wu Fan to an absolute mess beneath him. Crooking his fingers to find the sensitive spot inside him, the kiss he was pressing into the small of Wu Fan's back curved into a smile as he found it and the other shuddered with a choked cry.
'Z-Zitao...' Wu Fan's voice was strained. Tao waited but the other seemed reluctant to continue, so he pushed in deep and rubbed slow circles against the bundle of nerves within him until Wu Fan was gasping desperately with every breath, one arm curled in under his head as he panted against it, while the other continued to paw helplessly at the tabletop. 'Stop o-or I'm...' he trailed off into another strangled groan.
Tao didn't stop. If anything, Wu Fan's plea drove him to push deeper, firmer, stretching him open and keeping up the constant pressure. The muscles in Wu Fan's thighs were tense, shuddering at the onslaught of sensations and Tao's name was uttered through clenched teeth once, twice, before he sank his teeth into the flesh of his hand to smother the sounds he was making.
Tao didn't seem to mind as he grazed teeth along the swell of Wu Fan's backside, his free hand scraping blunt nails teasingly along the sensitive inner thighs, carefully avoiding his cock even as Wu Fan desperately pressed down to drive the other's fingers in deeper, aching for more contact.
'Tao, please...!'
The orgasm took Wu Fan by surprise, washing over him in a sudden flood that tensed his muscles and had him biting down on his hand so hard it would leave bruises later. Tao smirked and pressed firm against the sweet spot, delighting in the other's hitched, erratic gasps as Wu Fan squirmed to try and relieve the wonderfully torturous pressure that was making it hard for him to think. Tao's name fell constantly from his lips like a mantra, and it was only when he was almost incoherent that Tao finally withdrew, taking something with him as he did so-Wu Fan felt the familiar pull from his core but instead of unpleasant, as it had been during Tao's demonstration the last time, it added a dizzying high to the pleasure he already felt and left him light-headed.
Wu Fan's eyes were half-open, but unfocused as he tried to catch his breath. Sweat stuck him to the table's surface but he didn't feel the discomfort, still floating in a haze. He realised the air was cool against his skin... he couldn't feel another warm body against his own and struggled to sit up so he could turn and see the other, ignoring the sticky mess left behind.
Tao surprised him by meeting him halfway with a bruising kiss. Wu Fan groaned against his lips, easily parting his own for the other's access as strong hands on his shoulders shoved him back down again, stealing the breath that was forced out of him when his back hit the tabletop, the wood creaking ominously but holding steady. He felt overwhelmed as Tao was suddenly on top of him, pressing him firmly down.
Tao growled into the kiss, tugging briefly at Wu Fan's lip with his teeth before possessively delving in his tongue again, and then-just as suddenly- Wu Fan found himself gasping for air as the other pulled away, his fingertips sliding slick with sweat against the smooth surface beneath him as he desperately sought a decent grip on something, anything.
Tao's careful, measured motions from before had been replaced by the same forcefulness from that first night. Wu Fan felt fingers in his hair and he arched up in response with a choked moan as Tao's other hand pulled one leg up and pressed bruises into his thigh. He was still buzzing from the afterglow and it left him feeling extra sensitive, each of Tao's touches leaving his skin tingling, the graze of teeth against the side of his neck raising goosebumps as he felt Tao above him, his body curving perfectly over Wu Fan's own as he hooked Wu Fan's leg over his shoulder.
When Tao easily slid into him, Wu Fan still pliant in the wake of his previous orgasm, a shudder ran right up along his spine and left him shaking slightly as he tried to prop himself up on arms that didn't feel like they could hold his weight. He gave up on this quickly, and his breath hitched in his throat as the other rocked forward. Tao's body was fiery hot against him, almost impossibly so, his hands sliding up along Wu Fan's sides. Wu Fan felt feverish from it and as Tao set the pace, firm and deep, he uttered a wordless plea, a shaky sound of want and need and probably conveying more than he could put into words.
He was already hard again and almost sobbed with relief as he felt the other's fingers curl around his cock, stroking in tandem with his thrusts. Wu Fan was beyond maintaining appearances; he had already come to terms with the fact that Tao was going to be able to break the walls of his facade no matter what he did.
He didn't care. He just wanted him, wanted more of him.
Nails dragged along the curves of Wu Fan's ribs, causing him to shudder, and over his hip, making him gasp again. His toes curled as he tried to adjust to the firm, deep rhythm of the other man, trying to meet his thrusts while also wanting to push forward into his grip, the indecision simply leaving him writhing helplessly between the two. One of his hands found the table's edge and clung desperately to it, the muscles in his thighs tense.
Tao slowed abruptly. Wu Fan almost whined in disappointment but bit his lip hard instead, breathing sharply through his nose as he opened his eyes to see what had stopped him. Tao was watching him, dark eyes shining with... something in their depths, and Wu Fan was pretty damn sure it was mischief.
'Zitao...!' he squeezed out through gritted teeth, and it was a complaint, a question, a plea all at once.
The other leaned down over him, pressing his lips to the crook of Wu Fan's neck as he exhaled warmly across his skin. 'Mmm?'
Suddenly what Wu Fan had initially seen as the other being a horrible tease seemed instead entirely too intimate for comfort. Wu Fan felt his cheeks burn as the other nuzzled in against his neck and sucked bruises into his skin, one of Tao's hands sliding flat against his stomach while the other continued to stroke at him. He could easily deal with being fucked fast and hard-it was what he expected-but this was not something he was prepared for, and he felt his pulse quicken as he squirmed, trying to ignore how each warm, gentle touch made his heart stutter.
'Come for me.' Tao murmured against his ear, his voice running like silk through Wu Fan's mind. The hand around Wu Fan's cock squeezed and stroked a little more firmly and the man groaned as his eyes fluttered closed.
Tao kept the pace like that, deep and slow, Wu Fan's body burning hotter with each thrust. He felt it building up and his breaths became more erratic as he tried to keep himself under control, wanting it to last longer, but as if sensing his resolve Tao whispered more to him, filthy words and promises that fired off Wu Fan's imagination and disabled any self-control he had.
When he came the second time it was different to the sudden orgasm from earlier, it was a slow buildup, a steady burn of pleasure that left his vision blurry for a moment and his breath leaving him in a shaky sigh. His muscles tightened around the other and Tao moaned low and deep against Wu Fan's ear, remaining buried deep inside him as Wu Fan shuddered through his release.
He hissed softly in discomfort when Tao withdrew and when he had taken a moment to recover he sat himself up with a little difficulty, regarding the other with a measure of frustration. 'You... I don't...' he couldn't even form a coherent sentence and grimaced for a moment still a little breathless. 'You love to see me squirm, don't you?'
Tao seemed unruffled, a thin sheen of sweat on his smooth skin the only indication that he had exerted himself at all. He laughed, reaching out to cup Wu Fan's cheek in one hand, drawing him in for a sweet kiss. Wu Fan wished he wouldn't, he felt dizzy and light-headed and the more that Tao touched him the worse the feelings got.
'If I didn't change things up a little, how would it remain interesting?' the other teased.
Wu Fan uttered a short, sharp laugh that was only a little bitter as he weakly pulled himself up from the table teetering on his feet only long enough to collapse into the comforting embrace of the couch cushions, deciding to ignore the mess he had made on the floor and part of the coffee table. He wasn't sure he'd easily be able to have guests seated around it for a while without being haunted by the memory of this moment.
'You orchestrate everything between us just the way you like it, don't you?' he murmured, wishing he didn't feel so exhausted. His eyelids felt heavy and while he was proud not to have passed out this time, he wished he didn't feel like he was going to fall asleep. He wanted this to last.
'I would have thought that was obvious.' Tao drawled as he slid down beside him and lazily slung a leg over one of Wu Fan's knees, dragging a fingernail slowly over the man's ribs hard enough to elicit a hiss of discomfort.
'No, I mean... I mean really, everything. Like me taking over, even if it was just briefly.' Wu Fan let his head roll against the headrest of the couch to face the other man, marveling quietly how gorgeous he looked, especially in the haziness of the afterglow. 'I know you enough already, I think. You wouldn't have let it happen if it wasn't exactly what you wanted.'
Tao watched him with the calculating gaze that made Wu Fan feel like the man was somehow able to look straight into his soul. He seemed unfazed by the question. 'Is that a problem?'
Wu Fan laughed and rolled his head back again to gaze listlessly up at the ceiling while his fingers traced idly along Tao's thigh. 'It's... well, no. I suppose I just wanted to know if I was right.'
A silence settled between them and he could feel Tao's curious gaze on him for a long moment before he stretched and shifted position, slowly straightening before shifting in closer to Wu Fan's side to lean in, his arm draping over the man's waist.
He really does remind me of a cat, Wu Fan thought to himself, all grace and elegance until you touch it the wrong way and then it's likely to claw your eyes out.
'I like obedience.' Tao murmured as he leaned in to press the words into Wu Fan's skin with idle kisses. 'But I don't like cute little pets that roll over at the smallest provocation. I was wrong about you, Wu Fan, you're no mouse... but it doesn't hurt to test that every so often. To try convince myself that I'm not making a big mistake.'
Wu Fan tilted his head to look down at the other and his heart stuttered traitorously at the way Tao looked, caramel skin standing out against the light cream leather of his couch, eyes gazing up at him from beneath soft lashes and a fringe of dark hair.
He had to look away again. 'Is that what you think I am? A mistake?'
He felt Tao shift beside him, pulling back with a sigh, and he knew the other was tired of the topic. 'I don't know yet.'
Wu Fan knew he had no right to feel hurt by those words, yet that didn't soothe the sting.
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