Sex Toys 101 [Prompt #197] (1/2)
Title: Sex Toys 101
Rating: NC-17
Length: 14.4k
Summary: Yifan works part-time in a sex shop and he might have his eyes on that cute guy who comes by every week to buy a new toy. He doesn’t expect to one day be confronted with the very same customer asking him innocently whether the shop also offers help with trying the toys out.
Warning/s: use of a lot of sex toys, body worship, nipple play, daddy kink, bondage, rimming, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, barebacking, obscene language, breathplay, gold color kink
Notes: All my love to K for being my beta, even if this is heavily daddy kink >,< I hope you still love me. Enjoy! ;)
It is half past eleven already and Yifan is down to counting the minutes until the chimes will ring, indicating the arrival of a new customer. A new old customer. 11:45PM marks the entrance of a certain young male brunette who always comes in on one night of the weekend during Yifan’s shift. He already asked his fellow part-timers who work the day and the weekday shifts if they have come across said brunette as well, but they all drew a blank whenever he described the smaller male.
It began just a few days after Yifan started his new, decent part-time job at what most people would think to be an indecent place, Sex-O-Philia, the only sex shop that was brave enough to open downtown. He would have chosen a different place to work at but his flat is two floors above the shop and they offer hours that work well with his university schedule. Also, the job pays well. Being a university student, Yifan needs more than what his scholarship can provide. If he wants to be able to hang out with his friends on certain days when he needs alcohol in his system, then he will have to provide the money himself. And picking up a part-time job seems to be the only solution. He had inquired inside the shop just to try his luck, not really expecting to get the job but it seems that luck had been in his favor. Since the owner wanted to extend the shop’s opening hours on the weekend he was in need of someone to be able to fill in for those extended four hours, so Yifan got hired immediately. The student didn’t think twice about accepting the offer. With his shift being from eight to twelve, he still has enough time to do school work before coming down to the shop.
And then the cute brunet started coming in on his shift, a week after Yifan had begun his new work.
At first, he didn’t think anything of it. The other was just another customer after all.
He assumes the boy to be younger than him, based on his looks, but he still addresses him as Sir, showing courtesy like he does to any other customer. The first purchase was simple, a flesh light. Yifan didn’t think of it as a big deal, seeing as this might be the easiest and probably every male’s first toy to purchase for themselves. The customer didn’t meet his eyes when he came up to the cashier and the faint dusting of pink on the apples of his ivory cheeks had Yifan chuckling to himself. The boy looked as if he was embarrassed and it confirmed Yifan’s assumptions - that it was his first purchase ever. Yifan told him to enjoy his new purchase, out of habit, and the pink on the customer’s cheeks turned into a full blush. The younger man thanked him and bowed, almost hitting the counter that was separating him from the store employee before rushing out.
“Cute.” Yifan whispered to himself, shaking his head and watching through the store window how the brunet hastily pushed his purchase into the depths of his back pack.
That was a Sunday and Yifan didn’t expect to see this particular customer again the week after at almost the same time. The employee assumed that the younger man must have either clocked out from school or his own part-time job at around that time and thus is only able to come to the sex shop late at night. Either way, Yifan got to see him again, giving him the chance to muse about the other’s adorable clumsiness.
The second purchase took longer to choose than the first, turning out to be a vibrator, the small kind.
The younger boy kept picking up the different types of vibrators and at the end settled for the small one, purple in color, battery-operated. And just as he had before, he ambled up to the cashier clumsily, almost toppling over a sex doll on his way.
“S-sorry.” He muttered when Yifan caught the doll midair. That was the first time the employee heard his voice and since then the brunet talks to Yifan from time to time, although the part-timer is the one who always opens the conversation.
Things started to change a little bit on the boy’s fifth time in the store.
Yifan was at the back, trying to find the new items to refill their shelves when his regular customer came in. The employee didn’t even realize it but he instantly smiled when he heard the chimes and the image of the young brunet popped up in his mind.
He found the younger, Yixing (as he had discovered on the younger’s third time in the store), in the bondage aisle, looking at ball gags. The younger startled when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Yifan was already standing behind him, eyeing the ball gags as well. He himself has never used one before, his previous sexual relationships never really went that far, so that he hasn’t even come the littlest bit close to any form of bondage so far.
“Experimenting with your girlfriend?” Yifan asked and Yixing immediately tore his eyes away from the taller. If his head didn’t shake, Yifan would not have known the younger’s answer.
“Your boyfriend then?” Yifan asked, carefully this time, not wanting to sound like the homophobes he has come across before.
“I don’t…” Yixing shook his head again and returned the package of a purple and black ball gag to the shelf. Before the meaning of the few syllables could even register with Yifan, Yixing added: “I…I’ll go now.” Then he turned briskly towards the direction of the exit.
“I’m sorry.” Yifan instinctively reached out and caught Yixing’s wrist, effectively making the younger freeze in his spot. When he felt the other shake under his hold, Yifan instantaneously let go, muttering apologies, not meaning to hurt or scare him. “I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll leave you to choose.”
And with that, the elder walked away, not waiting for another word from the younger, his earlier answers slowly dawning on Yifan.
He must be using those toys on himself. Yifan bit his bottom lip as a flood of thoughts came rushing in as if the dam that had held them back had broken. The employee had to shake his head and slap himself to focus, doing more work than usual to distract himself from thoughts of Yixing using the flesh light by himself. Scissoring himself open and pleasuring himself with the vibrator inserted into his hole or tied around his cock or how the cock ring would shine gold at the base as his erection stands proudly with his stomach as the backdrop. Yifan felt a growing tent in his jeans, a very unwelcome one, most especially because he still had to face the cause of his problem in a few minutes, maybe even seconds, once the younger finished choosing his purchase for the night.
Yifan multitasked, ringing Yixing’s purchase in and willing his boner to go away. He tried his best to look anywhere but Yixing while they only had the counter to separate them. However, he made the mistake of looking at the younger when he handed back his purchase, neatly placed inside a pink gaudy paper bag. Yixing’s eyes were looking at him in askance and Yifan thought he might want another apology for making the situation awkward but for the fear of potentially worsening the atmosphere even further he just bit his tongue, refraining himself from saying anything. When he looked up again, Yixing had his mouth slightly open and Yifan couldn’t help but think of how perfect the ball gag would fit into his mouth, stretching his lips open, drool dribbling down his chin and pooling at his collarbones. His cock twitched at the thought and he worked hard to suppress the groan that was about to escape his lips. Thankfully, Yixing closed his mouth, placed his purchase in his backpack and left. If he had stayed any longer, there was a high chance that Yifan would have wanted to see how the ball gag would actually look like if placed into Yixing’s, the purple ball nestled between the younger’s plump lips. Yifan is sure he’s never shook his head more valiantly than he did then, but that’s all he could do to hopefully erase all the lewd thoughts with his favorite customer as the main star.
No matter how hard Yifan tries though, every time Yixing comes in, his eyes always fall on the customer. He doesn’t even notice that he watches the younger’s every move until his eyes meet Yixing’s while the brunet is a few aisles away from him. Yifan just smiles and plays it cool, slowly looking away as if he is just scanning the area even if there is no need to since Yixing is the only customer at the moment, as every other weekend.
That night, Yixing’s purchase was simple: a dildo of medium size, condoms and a bottle of lube. Simple and common. But it pushed Yifan to the edge. It had him tossing and turning on his bed even hours after he had closed the shop, trying to erase the lascivious thoughts of Yixing on a bed in a dark room with his back cushioned by pillows, legs spread wide and body arched away from the mattress. Yifan, for some reason, could clearly visualize it, Yixing with one hand of his rubbing and pinching his nipples, moaning incoherently at every touch to his erect nubs. His other hand would be thrusting the dildo in and out of his hungry hole, slow at first then fast before going back to a slow rhythm, teasing himself with the silicone toy. At one point his breath would hitch and he would keep the angle of the toy before thrusting it deeper, his body arching even farther away from the bed as his other hand would abandon his chest to reach down for his cock instead. Yifan, instinctively took a hold of his own, freeing his throbbing boner from the confines of his boxers and stroking in time with his imaginary Yixing’s thrust. He could almost hear Yixing panting and moaning, Yifan’s name leaving the younger’s lips from time to time, sometimes complete, most often garbled but it was enough to cause him to shoot white strings of cum on his hands and his beddings. In his mind, Yixing climaxed as well, fist flicking at a faster rate as he buried the dildo deep inside his ass to rub his prostate with it. What had pushed Yifan to empty himself with a grunt of Yixing’s name was the way he imagined the younger scream his name before Yixing convulsed, waves of pleasure traveling up and down his body, his cum spurting hot and white onto his stomach, his hand never ceasing to move until he was dry from his orgasm.
Yifan drifted away to sleep with his hand and linens soiled but he couldn’t be bothered when there were more pressing matters: he had come with thoughts of his customer.
-///-
Yifan finds himself in trouble when Yixing comes back the week after. He knows it is bound to happen, that he will have to face the star of his daily fantasies and wet dreams again. Ever since that night when he first jerked off to thoughts of Yixing pleasuring himself, his own need to satisfy himself has been growing and he can’t seem to reach his peak anymore without thinking of Yixing.
He feels bad for doing this to someone who looks far too innocent. After all, what does he know, maybe Yixing is just buying these toys for his friends. However, it is his instincts that tell him to grab his crotch when Yixing comes in with his innocent eyes and a shy smile, either to tame his awakening cock or to relieve it of its need for contact.
A groan unwittingly passes through his throat and leaves his mouth when he sees Yixing bend over. Yifan might have been able to suppress it if it hadn’t come so suddenly. He only wishes his customer didn’t hear it.
Yixing’s ass is perfect, his jeans are hugging his thighs and the skinny fit is doing nothing but accentuate the way the swell of his ass curves so enticingly. Not only that, the younger is wearing a low cut tank top with loose arm holes that reveal more of his sides than they hide, giving Yifan a good view of the younger’s nipples standing out from his pale chest. Yifan instantly looks away when he sees Yixing take an upright position, his hands that were formerly squeezing his half-hard member skitter away and fiddle with the loops of his jeans instead to give them something to do and yet still be close to his crotch if need be.
Yixing’s choice of sex toy for that night doesn’t help in willing Yifan’s boner away.
Nipple clamps.
Gold like the cock ring Yixing bought in the first few weeks of his visits to the sex shop. With Yixing’s revealing clothing that day, Yifan’s brain immediately jumps to creating another scenario of Yixing wearing the golden accessories, his rosy nipples looking all the more desirable with the clamps pinching them to full erection. In his mental image, Yixing is wearing both the cock ring and the nipple clamps, shining gold against Yixing’s pale, white skin. The younger reaches for ice cubes to rub against his chest, the heat radiating from his body quickly melting them away. Yet the temperature difference is still enough to pull moans from Yixing whenever the remains of the ice touch his nipples.
Yifan snaps back to attention when he hears a gentle voice call his name. Yixing is looking at him with wide eyes and a finger pointed at the taller. Seconds pass before he belatedly realizes that there is drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He hastily wipes it away with the back of his hand before taking the nipple clamps in their packaging and accepting the due payment from Yixing. The employee is so out of it that he almost forgets to put Yixing’s purchase in a bag before giving it back to the customer. The younger only gives him a slight nod before leaving, the pink on his cheeks not registering with Yifan’s unfocused eyes.
Needless to say, Yifan has to take a cold shower that night as well, with his fingers tightly wrapped around his cock. The earlier interrupted image of Yixing wearing the cock ring and nipple clamps takes form in his muddled mind again. He eventually comes with a violent shudder, Yixing’s name oozing past his lips as the pale blue tiles of his shower are bathed with his semen.
-///-
The following week passes by in the same manner, Yifan’s day filled to the brim with his classes and basketball practices and his night filled with thoughts of Yixing spread out on the bed, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he abuses his body with the different toys he has accumulated. Yifan tries, tries his very best to forget the mental image and not give in, but it proves to be harder than expected. Somehow the idea of Yixing pleasuring himself is too tempting to give up on, his brain arguing that it is harmless. It’s not as if he is doing anything to hurt Yixing after all.
His daily jerk off routine has turned into him finding his hands cradling his dick as soon as he wakes up, what with his dreamland also being filled with a naked Yixing calling out to him, to play with him and make him feel good. In addition, the day also doesn’t end without Yifan doing the same thing again, either on his bed before he goes to sleep or in the shower where he lets his imagination stray even further sometimes, imagining Yixing giving him mind-blowing head. With every flick of his wrist, the image becomes more vivid; the younger’s hair is damp from the spray of the shower, his eyes watery as tear tracks are concealed by the cooling water on his cheeks. If Yifan tries hard enough, he can even imagine the outline of Yixing’s dick, hard and leaking pre-ejaculate as he takes the elder’s cock deeper into his throat.
There are times when the image is so clear that he has to jerk off once again when he is back in bed, eyes instantly closing, hands moving energetically along his shaft as he fucks Yixing’s mouth in his mind.
There are also days like today, when Yifan is in the middle of revising his lessons when he suddenly feels the need to touch himself. Apparently his neighbor is watching porn and they seem to have forgotten that the walls in their apartment building are thin; the volume of the speakers must be close to maximum. Yifan likens the moaning he hears to the way his imaginary Yixing moans, high-pitched and broken by pants. In order to continue his studying in peace, he reaches for his earphones and decides to listen to his favorite songs at full volume but even that turns out to be useless; the moaning and screaming sound as if they are being played right next to him. Without even meaning to, his hands slide his basketball shorts down mid-thigh, just enough to reveal his already half-hard erection. He hisses at the contact of his cold hand to his heated member. As if his brain knows nothing but Yixing, an image of the younger kneeling on the floor under his desk instantly pops up. He groans in pleasure, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as his hand works himself to full erection, imagining the woman from the porn to be Yixing. The younger’s gentle voice panting softly, telling him he’s so big, that his cock tastes so good and that he can’t wait to have the elder’s dick deep inside of him. Yifan concludes, as he jerks off the remaining seminal fluid in his body, that probably just the image of a naked Yixing is enough already to get him off.
-///-
The next day is a Saturday and every nerve in Yifan’s body is thrumming with excitement as to what kind of toy he will have to imagine lodged up Yixing’s ass this time.
Sexual frustration proves to be a strong opponent when Yixing comes into the shop at the usual time in a get up quite similar to the one he wore the week before. This time though his tank top hugs his torso, the same way his skinny jeans wrap perfectly around his ass and lower limbs. The material is white too, leaving Yifan no room for imagination when he sees the younger’s nipples poking through the thin layer of fabric. Yixing nods towards Yifan as usual before scurrying off to find a new item.
The elder’s eyes follow Yixing around as he surveys each aisle for something that catches his interest. The brunet bends down from time to time and sticks to that position for a long period, perhaps slightly longer than necessary, before rising again. Every time he does that, Yifan thinks a part of his soul dies. When Yixing moves to the shelf right in front of the cashier where Yifan is frozen in place, his face is as blank yet as cute as it always is and the elder fights the thoughts of dressing Yixing up in a high school girl’s uniform just to test out his cuteness in bed.
These inappropriate thoughts are only fueled when Yixing bends down again. He seems to be doing that a lot, and Yifan is not sure if the younger does it with the full knowledge of how the action makes Yifan’s throat go drier than the Sahara desert. Now that he is closer, Yifan can see the way the younger’s top rides up to show a sliver of skin of his lower back and a thin grey line of the waistband of his underpants. And as before, Yifan fights to suppress the groan that catches in his throat as Yixing’s rear wiggles whenever he moves to check different items. Eventually the younger straightens up, having made his choice between two items. He turns around with a hum before going straight to the counter. Yifan is not sure whether Yixing noticed how embarrassingly red he is (which seems to be his permanent color whenever the younger is around) or whether the younger just decided to not comment on it.
Yixing’s purchase is anal beads this time. Yifan has been wondering why Yixing started with the dildo without trying out the anal beads first but it is a matter of preference and it does help better with Yifan’s imagination; hoping the younger is thinking that it is Yifan’s dick and not the dildo that he has up his ass. The younger’s anal beads of choice are silicone and unsurprisingly purple as well. They don’t exchange any words this time, Yixing only giving Yifan a shy smile, the adorable dimple that the elder has been wanting to poke ever since he first saw it slightly visible on the younger’s right cheek.
“Thank you.” Yifan clears his throat as his words come sounding hoarse, probably the fault of Yixing’s bending skills. “Enjoy your purchase.” Yixing looks at the bag for some time, so long that Yifan almost expects him to exchange the anal beads for something else but he doesn’t, he just takes them with a blink before walking away with a whispered good bye.
Yifan reaches for his water bottle, gripping it tightly as he watches Yixing’s ass sway while the younger moves towards the exit. But the younger stops before actually leaving, turning back around. Yifan frantically looks away, afraid he might get caught before taking a chug of his water.
Yixing hesitates for a moment, then comes back up to the counter, his eyes imploring albeit shy and innocent, his voice low when he speaks. Since Yifan prefers the shop to be quiet at this time he hears the other loud and clear despite his hushed tone.
“D-do you offer h-help?”
When Yifan gulps down more water and looks at him confusedly, Yixing repeats his question but this time with a shade of confidence: “Do you offer help with…trying out the toys?”
Yifan instantly chokes on his drink, his airways burning for oxygen with every cough as a heavy weight settles on his chest.
How? He wants to shout. Yixing looks too innocent, too unknowing to be asking him something like this, something close to asking someone for sexual favors. Wait, he is. Yifan splutters, remembering the anal beads the younger bought mere minutes ago. An image of himself thrusting the beads one by one into Yixing’s needy hole has him wanting to say, no, shout yes, yes, I’ll teach you, teach you very thoroughly.
But he doesn’t want to sound too eager and he also doesn’t want to take advantage of Yixing’s innocence. A part of his conscience is telling him to behave, that this is not the right way to Yixing’s ass but a part of his brain has him nearly shouting out of joy, what an opportunity.
A cold, sweaty palm placed on the back of his hand jolts Yifan back to reality. Yixing himself is obviously nervous, this is a leap for him to ask someone for help. It’s out of the ordinary for someone so innocent like him to plead with gentle squeezes and beseeching eyes for such a request.
“Please,” the younger looks like he is about to cry, tears rimming his eyes as he looks up at Yifan, repeating the same word, heavier than before.
Yifan can’t say no.
He looks up at the wall clock and it tells him he has less than five minutes left to his shift and because of the CCTV around he can’t just close up for Yixing. So he places his hand over Yixing’s and instructs for him to wait outside until it’s time to lock the shop. Yixing, on the other hand, thanks him and walks away to wait outside, his silhouette watched over by Yifan’s eyes.
-///-
Yifan doesn’t think he has ever closed the shop this fast; his hand almost gets caught at the bottom of the roll up door when he pulls it down to lock up for the night. Yixing watches him with curious eyes as he moves around in his usual routine. When the elder meets his eyes, Yixing looks down. Yifan lifts his chin up with a gentle touch and tells him: “Let’s go to my place.”
The elder reaches for Yixing’s hand, afraid that if he doesn’t hold on to him, the smaller male might change his mind and run away. But with the way Yixing has a skip in his steps, a hum just below his breath and his hand squeezing the elder’s tightly, Yifan doesn’t think he needs to worry.
They arrive at Yifan’s apartment minutes later, taking their time when walking up the three flights of stairs in comfortable silence, only exchanging glances every now and then. Yixing bites his lips when Yifan lets go of his hand to open the door to his flat. It is littered everywhere with books, takeout fliers and trash of every kind, evidently a bachelor’s place. But Yixing doesn’t seem to mind, looking around the tiny space as if it is some heavily decorated mansion.
“Sorry, I haven’t been able to clean up.” Yifan apologizes, throwing his duffel bag haphazardly on the floor beside the couch, hands wringing as he thinks of the next step. It’s not like Yixing is here as a friend who came over just for a simple visit.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Yixing just nods, watching Yifan with an amused smile as the elder flies around his apartment, ushering Yixing to the couch before he goes off to inspect what he has in his fridge. Unfortunately he only has water to offer Yixing but he serves it to him anyway, chilled.
He sits down beside Yixing after placing the water on the coffee table. The younger smiles and thanks him before taking the offered glass. Yifan instantly falls back into watching him, mesmerized by the way Yixing’s adam’s apple bobs up and down when he drinks.
“You look thirsty too.” Yixing comments and Yifan would like to think he means it the literal way but he knows better. Yixing takes another gulp of his drink, almost downing the remaining water before moving closer to Yifan and kneeling on the couch. The elder looks up, watching intently as Yixing’s face draws closer and closer, eyes fluttering shut before their lips meet.
The first brush of their lips is light and cold, courtesy of Yixing, then Yifan feels the younger’s thumb pulling down his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and instantly the cool water passes down to him from the younger, some of it slipping past his lips and leaking down to his neck. The brunet only barely gives him the time to swallow before Yifan’s lips are being moved again by the gentle caresses of Yixing’s own. The elder’s hands that were formerly tightly closed and placed on his own lap are now on Yixing’s waist and back, rubbing up and down as they kiss. The languid kisses suddenly take a turn when Yixing swipes his tongue over Yifan’s bottom lip, the elder pulling him close by the waist in reaction and Yixing’s smaller hands angling Yifan’s head. Yifan eventually gives in and opens up after Yixing nibbles at his bottom lip. The wet muscle prods at his own, inviting him into Yixing’s warm mouth. He doesn’t turn down the offer, gliding this tongue past his own lips to Yixing’s, exploring the wet cavern with expert strokes. While he does so, one of his hands travels underneath Yixing’s top, hiking up the tight fabric to reveal the younger’s chest. His fingers expertly pinch and roll the nipples he has only dared to dream of touching and adoring. Yixing moans deliciously against his mouth when Yifan’s fingers twist the younger’s nipple.
“Yifan…” Yixing pulls away, completely taken over by the stimulation of his nipples. Yifan takes this time to revel in the body that is being offered to him. He kisses every inch of exposed skin, neck, shoulder, arms, chest;, taking particular note of how Yixing’s moans grow a pitch higher when he is leaving hickeys on the younger’s neck. Yixing completely removes his top and discards it to a far corner of Yifan’s studio apartment. And he loves the way Yifan’s eyes instantly glaze over with lust at the sight of his half-naked body. The younger cups Yifan’s face again before asking, in a low hushed whisper as if he is still shy to ask even after they’ve eaten each other’s face already: “Can I call you daddy?” Yifan feels his cock twitch; he has never really considered himself to have such a kink but if it was Yixing calling him daddy, he probably wouldn’t mind, “I promise I’ll be a good-” Yixing pauses, face bunching up as if to reconsider his words, “I’ll be your good baby boy.”
Yifan lets out a shuddering breath, nuzzling Yixing’s neck as he lets the idea sink in. He peppers kisses on Yixing’s neck before instructing the younger: “Say it. Out loud, Yixing.”
Yixing straightens up, Yifan’s deep commanding voice exciting every nerve in his body. He leans forward and despite Yifan telling him to say it out loud, he knows the elder will like it whispered directly to his ears as well: “Daddy.”
Yixing hears the older man groan, feels the sound vibrate against his chest as the elder noses on his neck. Yifan’s lips slowly trek down the column of his neck to his collarbones where Yifan tongues the deeply carved clavicles, Yixing’s salty sweat mixing with the earlier sweetness of his mouth.
“I-mmnnn-” Yixing is interrupted by his own moans, Yifan’s hands coming up to play with his nipples again, “l brought the t-toys with me.”
“All of them?” Yifan asks, never moving away from Yixing’s chest as his face goes dangerously close to the erect rosy nubs that stand hard against the younger’s pale chest.
“Y-yes daddy.” Yixing answers, trying to stay in character because he doesn’t know if he has a gentle or a rough daddy.
“Show me, baby boy.” Yifan whispers against Yixing’s shoulder and the nickname does nothing to ease the younger’s trembling. And Yifan loves it.
Yixing wobbles as he stands up but Yifan is there to steady him before Yixing darts off, retrieving his backpack from what he can only deduce to be the elder’s dining table. Yifan moves to wait for the brunet in bed, patting the space beside him when he sees the other return.
Yixing unzips his backpack and unceremoniously dumps all of the sex toys in his bag onto the mattress, including the anal beads he purchased that night. Yifan doesn’t even try to hide his shock.
How is Yixing able to just carry all of these around? He manages to spot the bottle of lube still unopened and the box of condoms in the same condition as when Yixing bought them. All of the toys are in the same state, to be exact, untouched and in their vacuumed packages. And all this time, Yifan kept imagining Yixing using all of these on himself, not knowing that one day he will be the one to use them on the younger’s innocently sinful body.
Snapping out of his reverie, Yifan looks back up at Yixing, his eyes in askance.
“I-” Yixing falters in his words again, only encouraged by the hand Yifan places on his hip, drawing soothing circles on his back, “I waited until I could get help from you.”
He waited, is all Yifan can think of as his face flushes a mad red. He wonders if the younger withheld pleasure from himself for the last two months just to wait for this night, this moment.
So with a determined expression, Yifan looks up at Yixing again and asks: “Which one do you want to learn tonight, baby?”
“A-All of them.” Yixing eyes the toys on the bed, there’s not many of them but they’re still a plenty lot compared to normal standards and the brunet wants to try all of them, with Yifan.
“Are you sure?” There is doubt in Yifan’s voice, hesitance and fear that Yixing might not be able to take it if they try everything in one night. But Yixing looks determined, squeezing Yifan’s shoulder and nodding in affirmation.
“If you can’t take it anymore just tell me and we will stop, okay?” Yifan uses his normal voice, lust evidently stripped out of it and this is just him, talking as a friend. And Yixing finds that even more arousing because he knows that the elder cares.
“I can take it,” Yixing is unwavering and with a gentler voice he adds, “daddy.”
“But you’ll be a good baby boy and tell daddy when it hurts too much, okay?” Even if he doesn’t want to show weakness, Yixing nods because he knows he needs to follow his daddy; he wants to be a good baby boy.
{part 2}
Rating: NC-17
Length: 14.4k
Summary: Yifan works part-time in a sex shop and he might have his eyes on that cute guy who comes by every week to buy a new toy. He doesn’t expect to one day be confronted with the very same customer asking him innocently whether the shop also offers help with trying the toys out.
Warning/s: use of a lot of sex toys, body worship, nipple play, daddy kink, bondage, rimming, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, barebacking, obscene language, breathplay, gold color kink
Notes: All my love to K for being my beta, even if this is heavily daddy kink >,< I hope you still love me. Enjoy! ;)
It is half past eleven already and Yifan is down to counting the minutes until the chimes will ring, indicating the arrival of a new customer. A new old customer. 11:45PM marks the entrance of a certain young male brunette who always comes in on one night of the weekend during Yifan’s shift. He already asked his fellow part-timers who work the day and the weekday shifts if they have come across said brunette as well, but they all drew a blank whenever he described the smaller male.
It began just a few days after Yifan started his new, decent part-time job at what most people would think to be an indecent place, Sex-O-Philia, the only sex shop that was brave enough to open downtown. He would have chosen a different place to work at but his flat is two floors above the shop and they offer hours that work well with his university schedule. Also, the job pays well. Being a university student, Yifan needs more than what his scholarship can provide. If he wants to be able to hang out with his friends on certain days when he needs alcohol in his system, then he will have to provide the money himself. And picking up a part-time job seems to be the only solution. He had inquired inside the shop just to try his luck, not really expecting to get the job but it seems that luck had been in his favor. Since the owner wanted to extend the shop’s opening hours on the weekend he was in need of someone to be able to fill in for those extended four hours, so Yifan got hired immediately. The student didn’t think twice about accepting the offer. With his shift being from eight to twelve, he still has enough time to do school work before coming down to the shop.
And then the cute brunet started coming in on his shift, a week after Yifan had begun his new work.
At first, he didn’t think anything of it. The other was just another customer after all.
He assumes the boy to be younger than him, based on his looks, but he still addresses him as Sir, showing courtesy like he does to any other customer. The first purchase was simple, a flesh light. Yifan didn’t think of it as a big deal, seeing as this might be the easiest and probably every male’s first toy to purchase for themselves. The customer didn’t meet his eyes when he came up to the cashier and the faint dusting of pink on the apples of his ivory cheeks had Yifan chuckling to himself. The boy looked as if he was embarrassed and it confirmed Yifan’s assumptions - that it was his first purchase ever. Yifan told him to enjoy his new purchase, out of habit, and the pink on the customer’s cheeks turned into a full blush. The younger man thanked him and bowed, almost hitting the counter that was separating him from the store employee before rushing out.
“Cute.” Yifan whispered to himself, shaking his head and watching through the store window how the brunet hastily pushed his purchase into the depths of his back pack.
That was a Sunday and Yifan didn’t expect to see this particular customer again the week after at almost the same time. The employee assumed that the younger man must have either clocked out from school or his own part-time job at around that time and thus is only able to come to the sex shop late at night. Either way, Yifan got to see him again, giving him the chance to muse about the other’s adorable clumsiness.
The second purchase took longer to choose than the first, turning out to be a vibrator, the small kind.
The younger boy kept picking up the different types of vibrators and at the end settled for the small one, purple in color, battery-operated. And just as he had before, he ambled up to the cashier clumsily, almost toppling over a sex doll on his way.
“S-sorry.” He muttered when Yifan caught the doll midair. That was the first time the employee heard his voice and since then the brunet talks to Yifan from time to time, although the part-timer is the one who always opens the conversation.
Things started to change a little bit on the boy’s fifth time in the store.
Yifan was at the back, trying to find the new items to refill their shelves when his regular customer came in. The employee didn’t even realize it but he instantly smiled when he heard the chimes and the image of the young brunet popped up in his mind.
He found the younger, Yixing (as he had discovered on the younger’s third time in the store), in the bondage aisle, looking at ball gags. The younger startled when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Yifan was already standing behind him, eyeing the ball gags as well. He himself has never used one before, his previous sexual relationships never really went that far, so that he hasn’t even come the littlest bit close to any form of bondage so far.
“Experimenting with your girlfriend?” Yifan asked and Yixing immediately tore his eyes away from the taller. If his head didn’t shake, Yifan would not have known the younger’s answer.
“Your boyfriend then?” Yifan asked, carefully this time, not wanting to sound like the homophobes he has come across before.
“I don’t…” Yixing shook his head again and returned the package of a purple and black ball gag to the shelf. Before the meaning of the few syllables could even register with Yifan, Yixing added: “I…I’ll go now.” Then he turned briskly towards the direction of the exit.
“I’m sorry.” Yifan instinctively reached out and caught Yixing’s wrist, effectively making the younger freeze in his spot. When he felt the other shake under his hold, Yifan instantaneously let go, muttering apologies, not meaning to hurt or scare him. “I didn’t mean to pry. I’ll leave you to choose.”
And with that, the elder walked away, not waiting for another word from the younger, his earlier answers slowly dawning on Yifan.
He must be using those toys on himself. Yifan bit his bottom lip as a flood of thoughts came rushing in as if the dam that had held them back had broken. The employee had to shake his head and slap himself to focus, doing more work than usual to distract himself from thoughts of Yixing using the flesh light by himself. Scissoring himself open and pleasuring himself with the vibrator inserted into his hole or tied around his cock or how the cock ring would shine gold at the base as his erection stands proudly with his stomach as the backdrop. Yifan felt a growing tent in his jeans, a very unwelcome one, most especially because he still had to face the cause of his problem in a few minutes, maybe even seconds, once the younger finished choosing his purchase for the night.
Yifan multitasked, ringing Yixing’s purchase in and willing his boner to go away. He tried his best to look anywhere but Yixing while they only had the counter to separate them. However, he made the mistake of looking at the younger when he handed back his purchase, neatly placed inside a pink gaudy paper bag. Yixing’s eyes were looking at him in askance and Yifan thought he might want another apology for making the situation awkward but for the fear of potentially worsening the atmosphere even further he just bit his tongue, refraining himself from saying anything. When he looked up again, Yixing had his mouth slightly open and Yifan couldn’t help but think of how perfect the ball gag would fit into his mouth, stretching his lips open, drool dribbling down his chin and pooling at his collarbones. His cock twitched at the thought and he worked hard to suppress the groan that was about to escape his lips. Thankfully, Yixing closed his mouth, placed his purchase in his backpack and left. If he had stayed any longer, there was a high chance that Yifan would have wanted to see how the ball gag would actually look like if placed into Yixing’s, the purple ball nestled between the younger’s plump lips. Yifan is sure he’s never shook his head more valiantly than he did then, but that’s all he could do to hopefully erase all the lewd thoughts with his favorite customer as the main star.
No matter how hard Yifan tries though, every time Yixing comes in, his eyes always fall on the customer. He doesn’t even notice that he watches the younger’s every move until his eyes meet Yixing’s while the brunet is a few aisles away from him. Yifan just smiles and plays it cool, slowly looking away as if he is just scanning the area even if there is no need to since Yixing is the only customer at the moment, as every other weekend.
That night, Yixing’s purchase was simple: a dildo of medium size, condoms and a bottle of lube. Simple and common. But it pushed Yifan to the edge. It had him tossing and turning on his bed even hours after he had closed the shop, trying to erase the lascivious thoughts of Yixing on a bed in a dark room with his back cushioned by pillows, legs spread wide and body arched away from the mattress. Yifan, for some reason, could clearly visualize it, Yixing with one hand of his rubbing and pinching his nipples, moaning incoherently at every touch to his erect nubs. His other hand would be thrusting the dildo in and out of his hungry hole, slow at first then fast before going back to a slow rhythm, teasing himself with the silicone toy. At one point his breath would hitch and he would keep the angle of the toy before thrusting it deeper, his body arching even farther away from the bed as his other hand would abandon his chest to reach down for his cock instead. Yifan, instinctively took a hold of his own, freeing his throbbing boner from the confines of his boxers and stroking in time with his imaginary Yixing’s thrust. He could almost hear Yixing panting and moaning, Yifan’s name leaving the younger’s lips from time to time, sometimes complete, most often garbled but it was enough to cause him to shoot white strings of cum on his hands and his beddings. In his mind, Yixing climaxed as well, fist flicking at a faster rate as he buried the dildo deep inside his ass to rub his prostate with it. What had pushed Yifan to empty himself with a grunt of Yixing’s name was the way he imagined the younger scream his name before Yixing convulsed, waves of pleasure traveling up and down his body, his cum spurting hot and white onto his stomach, his hand never ceasing to move until he was dry from his orgasm.
Yifan drifted away to sleep with his hand and linens soiled but he couldn’t be bothered when there were more pressing matters: he had come with thoughts of his customer.
-///-
Yifan finds himself in trouble when Yixing comes back the week after. He knows it is bound to happen, that he will have to face the star of his daily fantasies and wet dreams again. Ever since that night when he first jerked off to thoughts of Yixing pleasuring himself, his own need to satisfy himself has been growing and he can’t seem to reach his peak anymore without thinking of Yixing.
He feels bad for doing this to someone who looks far too innocent. After all, what does he know, maybe Yixing is just buying these toys for his friends. However, it is his instincts that tell him to grab his crotch when Yixing comes in with his innocent eyes and a shy smile, either to tame his awakening cock or to relieve it of its need for contact.
A groan unwittingly passes through his throat and leaves his mouth when he sees Yixing bend over. Yifan might have been able to suppress it if it hadn’t come so suddenly. He only wishes his customer didn’t hear it.
Yixing’s ass is perfect, his jeans are hugging his thighs and the skinny fit is doing nothing but accentuate the way the swell of his ass curves so enticingly. Not only that, the younger is wearing a low cut tank top with loose arm holes that reveal more of his sides than they hide, giving Yifan a good view of the younger’s nipples standing out from his pale chest. Yifan instantly looks away when he sees Yixing take an upright position, his hands that were formerly squeezing his half-hard member skitter away and fiddle with the loops of his jeans instead to give them something to do and yet still be close to his crotch if need be.
Yixing’s choice of sex toy for that night doesn’t help in willing Yifan’s boner away.
Nipple clamps.
Gold like the cock ring Yixing bought in the first few weeks of his visits to the sex shop. With Yixing’s revealing clothing that day, Yifan’s brain immediately jumps to creating another scenario of Yixing wearing the golden accessories, his rosy nipples looking all the more desirable with the clamps pinching them to full erection. In his mental image, Yixing is wearing both the cock ring and the nipple clamps, shining gold against Yixing’s pale, white skin. The younger reaches for ice cubes to rub against his chest, the heat radiating from his body quickly melting them away. Yet the temperature difference is still enough to pull moans from Yixing whenever the remains of the ice touch his nipples.
Yifan snaps back to attention when he hears a gentle voice call his name. Yixing is looking at him with wide eyes and a finger pointed at the taller. Seconds pass before he belatedly realizes that there is drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. He hastily wipes it away with the back of his hand before taking the nipple clamps in their packaging and accepting the due payment from Yixing. The employee is so out of it that he almost forgets to put Yixing’s purchase in a bag before giving it back to the customer. The younger only gives him a slight nod before leaving, the pink on his cheeks not registering with Yifan’s unfocused eyes.
Needless to say, Yifan has to take a cold shower that night as well, with his fingers tightly wrapped around his cock. The earlier interrupted image of Yixing wearing the cock ring and nipple clamps takes form in his muddled mind again. He eventually comes with a violent shudder, Yixing’s name oozing past his lips as the pale blue tiles of his shower are bathed with his semen.
-///-
The following week passes by in the same manner, Yifan’s day filled to the brim with his classes and basketball practices and his night filled with thoughts of Yixing spread out on the bed, eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he abuses his body with the different toys he has accumulated. Yifan tries, tries his very best to forget the mental image and not give in, but it proves to be harder than expected. Somehow the idea of Yixing pleasuring himself is too tempting to give up on, his brain arguing that it is harmless. It’s not as if he is doing anything to hurt Yixing after all.
His daily jerk off routine has turned into him finding his hands cradling his dick as soon as he wakes up, what with his dreamland also being filled with a naked Yixing calling out to him, to play with him and make him feel good. In addition, the day also doesn’t end without Yifan doing the same thing again, either on his bed before he goes to sleep or in the shower where he lets his imagination stray even further sometimes, imagining Yixing giving him mind-blowing head. With every flick of his wrist, the image becomes more vivid; the younger’s hair is damp from the spray of the shower, his eyes watery as tear tracks are concealed by the cooling water on his cheeks. If Yifan tries hard enough, he can even imagine the outline of Yixing’s dick, hard and leaking pre-ejaculate as he takes the elder’s cock deeper into his throat.
There are times when the image is so clear that he has to jerk off once again when he is back in bed, eyes instantly closing, hands moving energetically along his shaft as he fucks Yixing’s mouth in his mind.
There are also days like today, when Yifan is in the middle of revising his lessons when he suddenly feels the need to touch himself. Apparently his neighbor is watching porn and they seem to have forgotten that the walls in their apartment building are thin; the volume of the speakers must be close to maximum. Yifan likens the moaning he hears to the way his imaginary Yixing moans, high-pitched and broken by pants. In order to continue his studying in peace, he reaches for his earphones and decides to listen to his favorite songs at full volume but even that turns out to be useless; the moaning and screaming sound as if they are being played right next to him. Without even meaning to, his hands slide his basketball shorts down mid-thigh, just enough to reveal his already half-hard erection. He hisses at the contact of his cold hand to his heated member. As if his brain knows nothing but Yixing, an image of the younger kneeling on the floor under his desk instantly pops up. He groans in pleasure, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as his hand works himself to full erection, imagining the woman from the porn to be Yixing. The younger’s gentle voice panting softly, telling him he’s so big, that his cock tastes so good and that he can’t wait to have the elder’s dick deep inside of him. Yifan concludes, as he jerks off the remaining seminal fluid in his body, that probably just the image of a naked Yixing is enough already to get him off.
-///-
The next day is a Saturday and every nerve in Yifan’s body is thrumming with excitement as to what kind of toy he will have to imagine lodged up Yixing’s ass this time.
Sexual frustration proves to be a strong opponent when Yixing comes into the shop at the usual time in a get up quite similar to the one he wore the week before. This time though his tank top hugs his torso, the same way his skinny jeans wrap perfectly around his ass and lower limbs. The material is white too, leaving Yifan no room for imagination when he sees the younger’s nipples poking through the thin layer of fabric. Yixing nods towards Yifan as usual before scurrying off to find a new item.
The elder’s eyes follow Yixing around as he surveys each aisle for something that catches his interest. The brunet bends down from time to time and sticks to that position for a long period, perhaps slightly longer than necessary, before rising again. Every time he does that, Yifan thinks a part of his soul dies. When Yixing moves to the shelf right in front of the cashier where Yifan is frozen in place, his face is as blank yet as cute as it always is and the elder fights the thoughts of dressing Yixing up in a high school girl’s uniform just to test out his cuteness in bed.
These inappropriate thoughts are only fueled when Yixing bends down again. He seems to be doing that a lot, and Yifan is not sure if the younger does it with the full knowledge of how the action makes Yifan’s throat go drier than the Sahara desert. Now that he is closer, Yifan can see the way the younger’s top rides up to show a sliver of skin of his lower back and a thin grey line of the waistband of his underpants. And as before, Yifan fights to suppress the groan that catches in his throat as Yixing’s rear wiggles whenever he moves to check different items. Eventually the younger straightens up, having made his choice between two items. He turns around with a hum before going straight to the counter. Yifan is not sure whether Yixing noticed how embarrassingly red he is (which seems to be his permanent color whenever the younger is around) or whether the younger just decided to not comment on it.
Yixing’s purchase is anal beads this time. Yifan has been wondering why Yixing started with the dildo without trying out the anal beads first but it is a matter of preference and it does help better with Yifan’s imagination; hoping the younger is thinking that it is Yifan’s dick and not the dildo that he has up his ass. The younger’s anal beads of choice are silicone and unsurprisingly purple as well. They don’t exchange any words this time, Yixing only giving Yifan a shy smile, the adorable dimple that the elder has been wanting to poke ever since he first saw it slightly visible on the younger’s right cheek.
“Thank you.” Yifan clears his throat as his words come sounding hoarse, probably the fault of Yixing’s bending skills. “Enjoy your purchase.” Yixing looks at the bag for some time, so long that Yifan almost expects him to exchange the anal beads for something else but he doesn’t, he just takes them with a blink before walking away with a whispered good bye.
Yifan reaches for his water bottle, gripping it tightly as he watches Yixing’s ass sway while the younger moves towards the exit. But the younger stops before actually leaving, turning back around. Yifan frantically looks away, afraid he might get caught before taking a chug of his water.
Yixing hesitates for a moment, then comes back up to the counter, his eyes imploring albeit shy and innocent, his voice low when he speaks. Since Yifan prefers the shop to be quiet at this time he hears the other loud and clear despite his hushed tone.
“D-do you offer h-help?”
When Yifan gulps down more water and looks at him confusedly, Yixing repeats his question but this time with a shade of confidence: “Do you offer help with…trying out the toys?”
Yifan instantly chokes on his drink, his airways burning for oxygen with every cough as a heavy weight settles on his chest.
How? He wants to shout. Yixing looks too innocent, too unknowing to be asking him something like this, something close to asking someone for sexual favors. Wait, he is. Yifan splutters, remembering the anal beads the younger bought mere minutes ago. An image of himself thrusting the beads one by one into Yixing’s needy hole has him wanting to say, no, shout yes, yes, I’ll teach you, teach you very thoroughly.
But he doesn’t want to sound too eager and he also doesn’t want to take advantage of Yixing’s innocence. A part of his conscience is telling him to behave, that this is not the right way to Yixing’s ass but a part of his brain has him nearly shouting out of joy, what an opportunity.
A cold, sweaty palm placed on the back of his hand jolts Yifan back to reality. Yixing himself is obviously nervous, this is a leap for him to ask someone for help. It’s out of the ordinary for someone so innocent like him to plead with gentle squeezes and beseeching eyes for such a request.
“Please,” the younger looks like he is about to cry, tears rimming his eyes as he looks up at Yifan, repeating the same word, heavier than before.
Yifan can’t say no.
He looks up at the wall clock and it tells him he has less than five minutes left to his shift and because of the CCTV around he can’t just close up for Yixing. So he places his hand over Yixing’s and instructs for him to wait outside until it’s time to lock the shop. Yixing, on the other hand, thanks him and walks away to wait outside, his silhouette watched over by Yifan’s eyes.
-///-
Yifan doesn’t think he has ever closed the shop this fast; his hand almost gets caught at the bottom of the roll up door when he pulls it down to lock up for the night. Yixing watches him with curious eyes as he moves around in his usual routine. When the elder meets his eyes, Yixing looks down. Yifan lifts his chin up with a gentle touch and tells him: “Let’s go to my place.”
The elder reaches for Yixing’s hand, afraid that if he doesn’t hold on to him, the smaller male might change his mind and run away. But with the way Yixing has a skip in his steps, a hum just below his breath and his hand squeezing the elder’s tightly, Yifan doesn’t think he needs to worry.
They arrive at Yifan’s apartment minutes later, taking their time when walking up the three flights of stairs in comfortable silence, only exchanging glances every now and then. Yixing bites his lips when Yifan lets go of his hand to open the door to his flat. It is littered everywhere with books, takeout fliers and trash of every kind, evidently a bachelor’s place. But Yixing doesn’t seem to mind, looking around the tiny space as if it is some heavily decorated mansion.
“Sorry, I haven’t been able to clean up.” Yifan apologizes, throwing his duffel bag haphazardly on the floor beside the couch, hands wringing as he thinks of the next step. It’s not like Yixing is here as a friend who came over just for a simple visit.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
Yixing just nods, watching Yifan with an amused smile as the elder flies around his apartment, ushering Yixing to the couch before he goes off to inspect what he has in his fridge. Unfortunately he only has water to offer Yixing but he serves it to him anyway, chilled.
He sits down beside Yixing after placing the water on the coffee table. The younger smiles and thanks him before taking the offered glass. Yifan instantly falls back into watching him, mesmerized by the way Yixing’s adam’s apple bobs up and down when he drinks.
“You look thirsty too.” Yixing comments and Yifan would like to think he means it the literal way but he knows better. Yixing takes another gulp of his drink, almost downing the remaining water before moving closer to Yifan and kneeling on the couch. The elder looks up, watching intently as Yixing’s face draws closer and closer, eyes fluttering shut before their lips meet.
The first brush of their lips is light and cold, courtesy of Yixing, then Yifan feels the younger’s thumb pulling down his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and instantly the cool water passes down to him from the younger, some of it slipping past his lips and leaking down to his neck. The brunet only barely gives him the time to swallow before Yifan’s lips are being moved again by the gentle caresses of Yixing’s own. The elder’s hands that were formerly tightly closed and placed on his own lap are now on Yixing’s waist and back, rubbing up and down as they kiss. The languid kisses suddenly take a turn when Yixing swipes his tongue over Yifan’s bottom lip, the elder pulling him close by the waist in reaction and Yixing’s smaller hands angling Yifan’s head. Yifan eventually gives in and opens up after Yixing nibbles at his bottom lip. The wet muscle prods at his own, inviting him into Yixing’s warm mouth. He doesn’t turn down the offer, gliding this tongue past his own lips to Yixing’s, exploring the wet cavern with expert strokes. While he does so, one of his hands travels underneath Yixing’s top, hiking up the tight fabric to reveal the younger’s chest. His fingers expertly pinch and roll the nipples he has only dared to dream of touching and adoring. Yixing moans deliciously against his mouth when Yifan’s fingers twist the younger’s nipple.
“Yifan…” Yixing pulls away, completely taken over by the stimulation of his nipples. Yifan takes this time to revel in the body that is being offered to him. He kisses every inch of exposed skin, neck, shoulder, arms, chest;, taking particular note of how Yixing’s moans grow a pitch higher when he is leaving hickeys on the younger’s neck. Yixing completely removes his top and discards it to a far corner of Yifan’s studio apartment. And he loves the way Yifan’s eyes instantly glaze over with lust at the sight of his half-naked body. The younger cups Yifan’s face again before asking, in a low hushed whisper as if he is still shy to ask even after they’ve eaten each other’s face already: “Can I call you daddy?” Yifan feels his cock twitch; he has never really considered himself to have such a kink but if it was Yixing calling him daddy, he probably wouldn’t mind, “I promise I’ll be a good-” Yixing pauses, face bunching up as if to reconsider his words, “I’ll be your good baby boy.”
Yifan lets out a shuddering breath, nuzzling Yixing’s neck as he lets the idea sink in. He peppers kisses on Yixing’s neck before instructing the younger: “Say it. Out loud, Yixing.”
Yixing straightens up, Yifan’s deep commanding voice exciting every nerve in his body. He leans forward and despite Yifan telling him to say it out loud, he knows the elder will like it whispered directly to his ears as well: “Daddy.”
Yixing hears the older man groan, feels the sound vibrate against his chest as the elder noses on his neck. Yifan’s lips slowly trek down the column of his neck to his collarbones where Yifan tongues the deeply carved clavicles, Yixing’s salty sweat mixing with the earlier sweetness of his mouth.
“I-mmnnn-” Yixing is interrupted by his own moans, Yifan’s hands coming up to play with his nipples again, “l brought the t-toys with me.”
“All of them?” Yifan asks, never moving away from Yixing’s chest as his face goes dangerously close to the erect rosy nubs that stand hard against the younger’s pale chest.
“Y-yes daddy.” Yixing answers, trying to stay in character because he doesn’t know if he has a gentle or a rough daddy.
“Show me, baby boy.” Yifan whispers against Yixing’s shoulder and the nickname does nothing to ease the younger’s trembling. And Yifan loves it.
Yixing wobbles as he stands up but Yifan is there to steady him before Yixing darts off, retrieving his backpack from what he can only deduce to be the elder’s dining table. Yifan moves to wait for the brunet in bed, patting the space beside him when he sees the other return.
Yixing unzips his backpack and unceremoniously dumps all of the sex toys in his bag onto the mattress, including the anal beads he purchased that night. Yifan doesn’t even try to hide his shock.
How is Yixing able to just carry all of these around? He manages to spot the bottle of lube still unopened and the box of condoms in the same condition as when Yixing bought them. All of the toys are in the same state, to be exact, untouched and in their vacuumed packages. And all this time, Yifan kept imagining Yixing using all of these on himself, not knowing that one day he will be the one to use them on the younger’s innocently sinful body.
Snapping out of his reverie, Yifan looks back up at Yixing, his eyes in askance.
“I-” Yixing falters in his words again, only encouraged by the hand Yifan places on his hip, drawing soothing circles on his back, “I waited until I could get help from you.”
He waited, is all Yifan can think of as his face flushes a mad red. He wonders if the younger withheld pleasure from himself for the last two months just to wait for this night, this moment.
So with a determined expression, Yifan looks up at Yixing again and asks: “Which one do you want to learn tonight, baby?”
“A-All of them.” Yixing eyes the toys on the bed, there’s not many of them but they’re still a plenty lot compared to normal standards and the brunet wants to try all of them, with Yifan.
“Are you sure?” There is doubt in Yifan’s voice, hesitance and fear that Yixing might not be able to take it if they try everything in one night. But Yixing looks determined, squeezing Yifan’s shoulder and nodding in affirmation.
“If you can’t take it anymore just tell me and we will stop, okay?” Yifan uses his normal voice, lust evidently stripped out of it and this is just him, talking as a friend. And Yixing finds that even more arousing because he knows that the elder cares.
“I can take it,” Yixing is unwavering and with a gentler voice he adds, “daddy.”
“But you’ll be a good baby boy and tell daddy when it hurts too much, okay?” Even if he doesn’t want to show weakness, Yixing nods because he knows he needs to follow his daddy; he wants to be a good baby boy.
{part 2}