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Zhuo Yi is at the Heavenly Paradise, the amusement park that Sun Rong’s grandfather had built for her, as a form of protection from the assassins they know to be hunting the young heiress. As it stands Yi has little actual concern for Miss Sun’s safety, not while she’s with Wang Ling. But he does have something else, a bone deep cold jealousy rests over him as he spends hours watching Wang Ling and Sun Rong. Sees how much of his master’s attention goes to Miss Sun, and it angers him in a way he has no right to feel.
For all that he may wish it, his master is not wholly his.
Zhuo Yi has no real claim to Wang Ling, not any that another would acknowledge properly. He thinks that, even if he did have something that would tie his master to him, it wouldn’t stop Miss Sun. The only thing that could really stop her from claiming Master as hers would be if Wang Ling himself put a proper stop to it. And Zhuo Yi’s honestly not sure if he really wants to find out how close his master will become with Miss Sun.
So Zhuo Yi keeps watch as Wang Ling takes care of the assassination attempts on Sun Rong. And when the end of the night comes he take credit for it, just how his master wants him to. But moments before, seeing his master alone in that ferris wheel compartment with Miss Sun makes something change within him. He needs to talk to Wang Ling. Needs to know how much his heart is going to have to break in the coming months as Sun Rong gets what she wants, what they both want. Wang Ling.
Zhuo Yi manages to get Wang Ling to himself as Miss Sun is swarmed by her guards to be checked over and escorted home. He takes them back to his apartment under the pretense of discussing what had happened tonight, and that it was already so late that Wang Ling might as well just stay for the night, he had a spare bedroom his master could use.
It doesn’t take long fore them to arrive. The ride there being quiet, Zhuo Yi deep in thought and Wang Ling seemingly oblivious to his distress. Zhuo Yi enters his apartment with Wang Ling behind him. It’s dim without the overhead light but, between the moon and city lights coming in through his large windows and the lamp left on next to his couch, he doesn’t feel the need to turn it on.
“Have a seat master, anywhere is fine. Would you like something to drink?” Zhuo Yi asks as he makes his way to the kitchen, flipping on the light and further illuminating the connecting rooms.
“Ah, no I’m alright.” Wang Ling responds as he makes his way to the small couch behind a dark wood coffee table. Sitting down on one side leaves him facing away from Zhuo Yi, but Wang Ling hears him fill a glass with water. Zhuo Yi makes his way around to sit across from him on the other side of the couch, maybe a foot between them, and sets the cup on a coaster already laid out on the coffee table. They watch each other for a moment. Wang Ling calm without much outward expression but eyes sharp as they watch Zhuo Yi shift in his spot, avoiding eye contact for a moment before steadying himself and turning to fully look at Wang Ling.
“To be honest, Master, I didn’t really bring you here to talk about what happened tonight. At least not about the assassination attempts.” Zhuo Yi says, breaking the silence.
“Oh, I know. Anything like that could have been done where we were. What is it you wanted to talk with me about?” Wang Ling responds. Zhuo Yi feels a little like he’s being hunted, a little like he’s being saved, as ruby reds stare him down.
“You seemed like you had a good time tonight, despite the interruptions. Is that something you’d like to do again?” Zhuo Yi wants to throw up just asking the question.
“That?” Wang Ling says, prompting Zhuo Yi to elaborate.
“Dates, with Miss Sun.” Zhuo Yi forces out. ‘This was such a bad idea.’ runs through his head. ‘What is wrong with me, we could have just gone on like things were. But noo, I had to be a desperate, jealous, old man in love with a boy 12 years younger than me.’ He thinks about jumping out the window for a fleeting moment.
“I wouldn’t have called it a date, Sun Rong is a friend at best and not one I would date.” Wang Ling doesn’t even look like he considered the idea. Zhuo Yi signs in relief before he can stop himself, he so desperately wants to kiss him. Wang Ling raises an eyebrow at Zhuo Yi reaction and his mouth quirks up at the side.
“Oh~ That’s an interesting reaction, Yi, any particular reason you ask?” Wang Ling teases. The use of his given name is enough to captivate Zhuo Yi, before the rest of Wang Ling’s sentence catches up with him. Zhuo Yi flails a bit as he realizes the corner he’s backed himself into.
“No, no, I was just wondering. It’s just that you and Miss Sun would make a rather beautiful couple.” he needs to stop talking, “Rather, you’d be beautiful in any relationship.” Zhuo Yi is spiraling, he knows it, this is going to end so badly. “By that I mean Master’s happiness from being in a relationship.” someone needs to put him out of his misery, please. Zhuo Yi just stops talking, anything else that comes out of his mouth now would only dig his grave deeper. He leans back on the couch and covers his face with his hands. ‘It’s hot.’ Zhuo Yi thinks as he feels movement at his side. Dread and acceptance tie knots in his stomach as Wang Ling gets up from his place next to Zhuo Yi. ‘I’m never going to see him again. He must be disgusted with me, he should be.’
Zhuo Yi is so caught up in his emotions that he doesn’t realize that Wang Ling isn’t leaving. Instead He’s made his way to stand right in front of Zhuo Yi. It takes him grabbing a hold of Zhuo Yi’s wrists and sitting himself on his lap for Zhuo Yi to snap back to the moment. His heart gives a hard stutter and his breath catches in his lungs. ‘I've doomed myself.’ Zhuo Yi thinks as he looks up into the his master's gleaming eye's set in an otherwise expressionless face.
“Is there something Yi would like to tell me?” Wang Ling prods his pretty disciple, the ghost of a smile on his lips and hungry amusement in his eyes.
“I’m in love with you, Master.” It slips past Zhuo Yi’s lips before he can stop himself. He’s a little ashamed he admitted it so quickly but not surprised, not when it came from his master’s request.
“Ah,” the noise half an acknowledgment and half a contented sigh, “thank you for your honesty, Yi.” Wang Ling praises. He lets go of Zhuo Yi’s wrists to hold his face instead. Wang Ling's thumbs rest just in front of Zhuo Yi’s ears as his fingers thread into his hair to cradle his head. Zhuo Yi lets out a near whimper as his head is tilted up by soft hands and his eyes meet with his master’s.
“Master?” It’s the only think Zhuo Yi can seem to force out. Wang Ling's weight on Zhuo Yi’s lap is a grounding presences, his thighs spread on either side of Zhuo Yi’s lap as he sits pretty. He alows himself to relaxe back a bit and rest his hands at the jut of Wang Ling's hips.
“You’re cute, Yi. I could feel it today, how jealous you got over me spending time with Sun Rong.” Wang Ling looks pleased, like the idea of Zhuo Yi wanting Wang Ling to be only his is something to be happy about and not something shameful that Zhuo Yi tried to keep buried deep within himself.
“What is it Yi wants from me?” Wang Ling asks, and Zhuo Yi doesn’t have to think about his response.
“Everything. Anything you’ll give me, Master.” Is Zhuo Yi near beg of an answer.
“Hm~” Wang Ling's sounds rather pleased with him, “Okay, I just need one thing from you.”
“Anything.” There’s no doubt in Zhuo Yi’s mind, he would do anything for this boy in his lap.
“Call be by my name. No more Master, not while we’re like this.” The idea of calling Master by his given name leaves Zhuo Yi light headed, but he agrees regardless. He’s relived beyond measure that he’ll still be allowed to call Wang Ling his master, and the phrasing of his demand sends him spinning that much more. While we’re like this. Makes it seem like this, whatever it may be, will happen again. That he’ll get to be with Master, Ling, again.
And then all thoughts leave Zhuo Yi’s mind as Wang Ling leans down and kisses him. He leans up into it without thought, his hands grip tighter on Wang Ling’s hips. He thinks he might leave bruises, he hopes he leaves bruises. Zhuo Yi wants to mark Wang Ling in any way he would allow. Wang Ling makes a happy little noise in that back of his throat and opens his mouth for Zhuo Yi.
‘Sweet, he tastes sweet.’ Zhuo Yi thinks as he pushes his tongue into Wang Ling's welcoming mouth, running his along every bit of the younger he can. Coaxing Wang Ling’s inexperienced kiss into something heavier, hotter. Zhuo Yi keeps kissing Wang Ling as he lets his hands wander, slipping them under the boy’s shirt and along his bare sides, causing Wang Ling to shudder and let out a light moan that Yi greedily swallows up. He moves a bit to remove Wang Ling’s top, then his own, breaking their kiss only when he lifts Wang Ling’s hoodie and under shirt over his head. Zhuo Yi dips down a bit, kissing along Wang Ling’s neck as his hand rises to play with the hard pink bud of Wang Ling’s nipple.
Wang Ling's hands move from cupping Zhuo Yi’s face to trailing along his upper back over his shoulder and through his soft blond hair. Ling tips back to lay on the couch, bringing Zhuo Yi down with him leaving him kneeling with Wang Ling’s thighs slung over his hips. The new position spurs Zhuo Yi on further, biting licking and sucking along Wang Ling’s neck and shoulders, dragging out more pretty little sounds from the body under him, leaving blooming red marks behinds while occasionally coming up to ravage Wang Ling’s mouth again. He’s careful, at least, to leave the marks were they’ll be hidden by the collar of Wang Ling’s uniform shirt. It’s quiet in Zhuo Yi’s apartment the only sounds being the soft flow of traffic down bellow, fabric shifting, and the contented sounds of Yi and Wang Ling’s moans and sighs as they explore each other’s bodies.
“Let’s head to the bedroom, yeah?” Wang Ling says more than asks, taking Yi’s attention away from the bud in between his teeth, he gives a light tug before running his tongue over it to sooth the sting.
“Yes, please.” Zhuo Yi responds as he makes his way up, getting a firm grip on Wang Ling’s ass and lower back before lifting him up and making his way to his bedroom. Wang Ling allows the move, wrapping his legs around Zhuo Yi and ducking down to leave marks of his own along his neck. Feeling particularly possessive when sucking one on the underside of Zhuo Yi’s jaw were it’ll be hard to hide.
They get to the bedroom and Zhuo Yi lays Wang Ling down softly onto the middle of the bed before stripping his remaining clothes. He can feel Wang Ling's piercing gaze from where he props himself up on his elbows, running appraising eyes over Zhuo Yi’s exposed body and lingering on his hard cock. It’s bigger than he was expecting it to be, bigger than his for sure, about eight inches long and think enough Wang Ling would be just barely able to close his fingers around it with them touching. He gives a moment to think about what it would feel like in his hands, in his mouth. Wang Ling licks his lips and thinks, ‘Another time, for sure.’
As Zhuo Yi reaches to his bedside table to grab lube and a condom he flicks on the lamp resting there. It’s half luck that he even has both, Zhuo Yi’s not one for casual sex, or dating for that matter. He’s never really had the time outside of work, and any he did have was spent looking into his little master. What he has now is from his friends’ last attempt at setting him up on a blind date, it hadn’t ended well for either of them. He wants to be able to clearly see his master, to see Wang Ling. To have a clear view to remember, if nothing else he will have tonight. He leaves the condom and lube within reach as he makes his way back between Wang Ling legs. Wang Ling lifts his hips as Zhuo Yi undoes his pants and slides them and his boxers off, tossing them to the side off the bed.
“Stop me if I do anything you don’t like, Ling, please.” Zhuo Yi near begs. It’s the first time he’s used his master name tonight, and that alone gives him a head rush, but he needs Wang Ling to know that they can stop at any time. That throughout this Wang Ling has first and final say in what they do tonight, and any time after.
“Don’t worry, I will.” Wang Ling says mostly just to ease Zhuo Yi’s concerns. “But I know Yi will treat me well.” he finishes, looking oh so pleased with the situation.
“Thank you, Ling.” Zhuo Yi mutters into Wang Ling’s hairline before leaving a kiss there as he reaches for one of the thick pillows at the top of the bed. He leans back and props the pillow under Wang Ling for suport as he lifts Ling’s legs over his shoulders and dips down. Zhuo Yi wraps his arms around Wang Ling’s legs and spreading them, giving himself plenty of room to work. And for the first time that night, the first time ever probably, Wang Ling is truly caught off guard as Zhuo Yi runs his tongue, long and hot, against the dusty pink of his asshole. He lets out a noise he didn’t think he could make, high and desperate, asking for more.
“Yi, need you, please. More, Yi.” It’s the most out of it Zhuo Yi has ever heard him, he wants to hear it again. For the rest of his life preferably. Zhuo Yi doesn’t give a verbal response, just dives right in. Licking, sucking, and pushing into the tight ring of mussel bellow him, loosening Wang Ling up and getting him used to the feeling of something foreign, warm and wet, inside of him. Spread out under him, Wang Ling makes fucked out little sounds as his ass is ravished. High whines and soft moans fall from his mouth in a near babble as he experiences a totally new feeling. Wang Ling thinks he may be in over his head, just a bit, and gets that much more exited.
Ones Zhuo Yi thinks Wang Ling is relaxed enough and used to the new feeling, he grabs the lube and lowers Wang Ling to rest more in his lap. Wang Ling makes a small disappointed noise in the back of his throat as Zhuo Yi pulls his head away and lowers him. Zhuo Yi rubs Wang Ling’s sides with one hand in comfort as he warms the lube with the other.
“It’s alright, love. We’re not done yet.” Zhuo Yi reassures, the endearment slips past him unintentionally.
“Come on, Yi, need you in me. Want to feel you in me, please.” Wang Ling sounds desperate even to his own ears, but he doesn’t care. He knows Zhuo Yi won’t judge him, not when he’s just as desperate to be inside him. The first finger inside him is odd but not unpleasant. Zhuo Yi thrusts it in and out slowly allowing him to get used to it, before adding another and starting to stretch him in earnest.
The rest of the world is lost on Zhuo Yi, the only thing he can give any attention to is the feel of Wang Ling’s tight hole wrapped around his fingers, hot and wet, as he prods his insides for his prostate. And the sounds coming from Wang Ling, the moans and whimpers from his mouth and wet squelches from his hole as he fucks himself back on Zhuo Yi’s fingers. He’s up to four fingers now and he’s trying his best to look at both Wang Ling’s face and ass at the same time. Wang Ling’s eyes are half lidded and bright, red a sharp thin line around blown wide pupils, and his ass is stretched wide over Zhuo Yi’s long fingers, wet from an abundance of lube and spit, as he plays with Wang Ling’s prostate.
“I think you’re ready, Ling.” Zhuo Yi tells him as he reaches for the condom. Wang Ling grabs his wrist before he can grab it though.
“Leave it. Want to really feel you, want you to come inside.” Wang Ling’s eyes could tempt a saint, Yi thinks as he moves his hand back to the boy’s waist.
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you want, baby.” Zhuo Yi doesn’t even put up a token protest, not when they both want this so much. He grabs the bottle of lube again and gets more than really needed over his hard cock before lining himself up with the pretty little hole in front of him.
“I’m gonna push in now. Tell me to stop at any point, okay? For any reason.” Zhuo Yi warns Wang Ling
“Yes, please, Yi. Need you.” Wang Ling has never been so desperate in his life. He needs this man’s, his loyal disciple’s, cock in him. Stretching him wide even with the loving prep given by hand and mouth. The feeling is intense and Zhuo Yi seems to go on forever as inch by inch is pushed into his virgin hole. When he’s finally in to the base he stills to give them both a moment to get used to the new feeling. Wang Ling can feel the weight and heat of the cock inside him, he thinks a bit hysteric, that he might just get addicted to this feeling of powerless pleasure.
For Zhuo Yi, the feeling is like nothing he’s ever experienced before. After this his hand will never be enough to satisfy his needs, he’ll be forever hooked on the body under him, on Ling. And then he starts to move and both of them are gone. The drag of Zhuo Yi’s dick inside of Wang Ling is maddening, and all they can focus on is each other’s bodies. Wang Ling’s nails drag down Zhuo Yi’s back, leaving red lines and raised skin behind, as he hides hid face in the older man’s shoulder and bites any part with in reach. Leaving his mark on the man fucking into him, on the man he’s more than a little in love with.
Zhuo Yi feels as if he has found salvation as he carves the shape of himself into the young body below him. His hands a have a bruising grip on the hip and shoulder of the lovely boy under him, his nails sharp crescents in soft skin. He forces himself hard and steady into Wang Ling’s willing body, makes a home for himself in his hole and heart. His movements fuck out cute little sounds from his sweet boy. Unashamed little ‘ah~, ah~, ah~’s in time with his thrusts.
He can feel himself getting closer, a tight hot knot building behind his navel, growing as he speeds up his movements. The change draws out more noise from Wang Ling, deeper moans, higher whines, and an encouraging plea of ‘More Yi, deeper, mark me, cum in me, Yi please, in me’ that sends his head and heart spinning. And Zhuo Yi isn’t quiet either, low groans and soft praise fall from his lips and right into Wang Ling’s ear ‘So good for me, so tight around me, such a good boy, my good boy, Wang Ling, need you, love you,’ Zhuo Yi has doomed himself, might have doomed both of them, because there’s no way he’s letting Wang Ling go now, not when he’s already had his bite of the forbidden fruit that is his master.
“I’m close,” he warns Wang Ling “are you sure you want it inside?” he has to make sure.
“Yes, yes, please. Yi, cum in me. Claim me, mark me up inside.” Wang Ling is near delirious with how much he wants it. Zhuo Yi doesn’t, can’t, respond properly to Wang Ling's pleas. So instead he wraps a still slick had abound Wang Ling's smaller cock and jerks him off to the rhythm of his thrusts. And at that point it’s over for the both of them. Zhuo Yi cums deep inside this little master and Wang Ling cums to the feeling of hot spunk being fucked deep inside him and his disciple’s hand around his dick slick with lube and his own cum.
When Zhuo Yi comes back to himself Wang Ling is asleep and he doesn’t have the heart to wake him. He pulls out carefully and makes his way to his connecting bathroom to run a hand towel under worm water. He gives himself a quick wipe down before rewetting the towel and going back to his master’s sleeping form. Gently he cleans him as best he can without waking Wang Ling up before leaving the rag to be washed in his laundry basket. Zhuo Yi gets back into bed with Wang Ling turn off the bedside lamp, moves the soiled pillow to the floor, and curls up under the covers with his little master tucked into his side. Anything else can wait until tomorrow. So they sleep curled around each other, thoroughly marked by the other, with matching content expression.