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Huaisang gasps loudly when the vibration is turned up and it's a fine line of pleasure and pain that he revels in, sensitive nubs slowly becoming overstimulated by the the vibration, eventually would be too sensitive to touch and yet touched they would be.

His eyes follow Xichen and he hisses as the hand in his hair tugs hard enough to feel the prick of pain pulling against his scalp. His eyes are own the other as the hand presses around his throat and he parts his lips at the pressure. The sensation makes Huaisang squirm in his restraints.

Huaisang can't really see the crowd but he can hear them. He can hear the bids. He feels like in the bids he's hearing a voice that's very familiar and he looks at Xichen questioningly even as the pressure is still on his throat and he leans forward into it as if daring Xichen to tighten the grip more.

His smile grows, the soft curve of it something sweet and fond, even though his eyes are sharp and hungry when they meet Huaisang's.

"If you think he's pretty when he's tied down and squirming, wait until you see him desperate and wanting," he says, without taking his eyes off of him.

He finally looks away at the question in Huaisang's eyes, scanning the crowd. There's a soft intake of breath when Xichen spots a very familiar face indeed, but he doesn't look back down to answer Huaisang's silent question.

Instead, his eyes are locked with those of Huaisang's brother, standing in the crowd and watching them both with a desire that Xichen hadn't ever expected to see. Xichen's eyes flick towards the exit, a silent question on if he wants to leave before it goes further - Mingjue knows about him and Huaisang by now, but he can't have known they were going to be here. He must have come on his own interest, and Xichen feels a sharp flare of arousal despite himself.

But Mingjue stays right where he is, even when Xichen quirks one eyebrow at him, and Xichen's breath catches again. He glances down at Huaisang and back up at Mingjue, a silent offer, but Mingjue gives his head a soft shake.

Not yet.

When Mingjue does the same, dropping his gaze down to Huaisang and then back up, a silent question about whether he should be told, Xichen shakes his head as well.

Not yet.

Someone else wins the bid, and Xichen runs his fingers reassuringly through Huaisang's hair again before he steps back again.

It's a woman this time, who goes right for the selection of sex toys, examining them. "Which one is your favorite?" she asks, looking at Huaisang.

Huaisang knows there is something going on that he doesn't know but he can't figure what it is -- just enough to know there's something. He leans into the other's hand in his hair and it calms him a little. He doesn't always like not knowing something but he also trusts Xichen so he doesn't say a word. He continues to behave.

As the woman comes up, Huaisang licks his lips as she looks over the toys. He knows from memory what all is there. Xichen had taken his input, although, Xichen had included things Huaisang hadn't been for and excluded some things he had wanted. For certain, his real favorites had been left at home and there were some toys here that generally leaned more toward punishment than enjoyment.

However, there were still ones that he loved and he answers her. "The black vibrator." Or prostate massager, Xichen has used that to torture him for hours before and it always felt so good.

He checks in with Huaisang again before he completely moves out of the way, maintaining eye contact for a long moment to make sure that Huaisang is all right with not knowing for the moment. It never fails to send a thrill through him - how much Huaisang trusts him, and how much he trusts Huaisang in return. The reminder soothes the possessive side of him that he wrestles with, when it comes to sharing Huaisang or allowing others to use him.

And he wonders, briefly, how it might come into play when Mingjue finally steps on stage, but his love for both brothers makes it feel... different. He has always been aware that they come first in each other's hearts, and has never cared as long as they have enough room for him as well. It seems that translates to the idea of Mingjue joining them as well, and he's already thinking of a half-formed plan.

But that's for later - for now it seems as though the woman has a much stronger interest in the challenge of making Huaisang break his training. She pats his hip in thanks when he tells her which is his favorite, immediately selecting it to push inside him before she looks at the remote.

She selects a vibration pattern at random for the moment, setting it for the lowest speed, then strokes one hand over his hip and up his back.

"He must be awfully confident in you," she says, sliding her hand under his chest so she can tug at one of the clamps.

Huaisang gasps as she shoves the toy inside of him. It slips in easily and he mewls as it's turned on and there's a low thrum of constant pleasure and stimulation just in the right spot.

"I'm a good boy," Huaisang says, loud enough for everyone to hear, the words falter as she tugs at the clamp and he hisses, ass clenching.

Her smile is smug when Huaisang's words falter, and she tugs at the clamp again before removing it entirely. She gives no time for the sensitive bud to rest, though, immediately giving it a sharp pinch. Her fingers circle around his areola, pressing firmly in a pseudo massage.

"We'll see about that."

She clicks the vibration up to the next speed, and switches to running her elegantly manicured nails around and over his nipple, so lightly that it's more a tease than anything else.

Huaisang manages to bite back a sound as she tugs again but the accomplishment ends quickly when the clamps removed and suddenly the flesh is throbbing and a whimper escapes him. The whimper turns into a cry and he tries to arch away from the attention.

The throbbing is slow to ebb and the continued attention keeps him on edge, too stimulated and not stimulated enough as the toy vibrates more intensely and presses against just the right spot.

The touch to his nipple gets lighter and yet it keeps his attention, drawing sounds from him continually. It's still an intense feeling just as everything is and if he weren't trying so hard not to come it would be the end of him certainly.

This is certainly not her first time doing something like this. She's merciless in her attention to his nipple, but she's also very clearly watching him, eyes sharp as she takes in his reactions - the way he cries and squirms away, the little breathless sounds as she increases the stimulation, the clenching and tightening of his muscles. He's holding back admirably, and she sets the remote aside for a moment so she can run her other hand over his spine, giving an approving pat to the swell of his backside - the way one might pet a dog who's behaving well.

"You are being a good boy." Her nails press in harder, dragging the side of her thumbnail over the little nub.

Xichen had been splitting his attention between Huaisang and Mingjue, taking in his best friend's reaction as he watches his little brother like this - but he starts to linger longer and longer on Huaisang when it becomes evident that this one is attempting to be a challenge, that his A-Sang is actually having to try to hold back this time.

Huaisang knew that Xichen's attention hadn't fully been on him and he still doesn't understand why -- it probably has something to do with what the other wouldn't explain to him just a few minutes before. But that didn't mean that Huaisang isn't doing his best to be good for Xichen, to put on a good show for the crowd that's watching. He strains against the ropes that held him in place, pressing up into her other hand and the pat because he knew quite well it's not a gesture typically used on a human but he also relished it because it was a sort of praise and only confirmed when she said it as well.

"Mmph," Huaisang groans when her nails dig against the abused skin, muscles tensing and his body was spasming around the toy inside of him, struggling to maintain control but he's still far from breaking it just takes effort now.

It's with a little surge of guilt that he realizes that of course Huaisang would notice that he doesn't have his full attention - this is supposed to be for him, for them both, and under normal circumstances Xichen would have no interest in anything else other than watching Huaisang's reactions and seeing how it affects him.

He casts one last look at Mingue, meeting his eyes for a long moment and then turning away. His fingers comb through Huaisang's hair as he passes, unable to resist a small apology even though he hadn't planned on touching him when someone else was working on him, then he resettles in a chair right in front of Huaisang, so the other can see him watching him.

There's a small, heady thrill of satisfaction when he notices the woman stopped while he was moving, and is looking at him as though waiting for confirmation. He nods at her, giving her a little smile, and she returns it with a grin before turning her attention back to Huaisang.

As soon as she does, she reaches for the remote and clicks the vibration up to its second highest speed, selecting a different vibration pattern to change things up.

Huaisang might say something to Xichen about it later but not now. Now is not the time for it. He wouldn’t have even been able to concentrate on a conversation at all, as it is he barely even notices the subtle communication between the other two people on stage. He just leans into Xichen’s brief touch.

However, everything continues to get more intense. The new vibration has him squirming, achingly hard and his cock weeping but he won’t come. He does let out a frustrated sob, muscles tensing and his entire body aching to let go.

He leans forward a little, forearm resting on his knee as he allows himself to focus entirely on Huaisang. He can just barely see the other's cock from this angle, but he's dripping enough that he can tell how badly he probably wants to come. That frustrated sob makes his own cock twitch a little, and his hands briefly clench as he resists the urge to touch him, to tell him what a good boy he's being.

Instead, he looks over at the woman.

"Five more minutes," he alerts her.

It's a few more minutes than she technically has left in her alloted time, but since she respectfully stopped for him while his attention was elsewhere, he's happy to give her the extra time back.

She nods at him, and leans over to tug one more time on Huaisang's nipple before fastening the clamp back over the abused nub. In a last ditch attempt, she ups the vibration to the highest speed, and then steps back just to watch him.

Huaisang feels a little more controlled when he's able to see Xichen, when the other's eyes are on him and an added silent command for obedience than simply knowing the other is there expecting it of him. He drops his head when the speed is turned up higher and his hips rut uselessly, unable to get real friction on his length and managing to press against his prostate in ways that had him spasming and thighs shaking.

But he didn't come.

The woman gives a little parting stroke over Huaisang's ass before she turns off the vibrator and heads back down - despite the fact that she didn't get him to come, she looks satisfied with the experience, and she shoots Xichen a little wink as she leaves.

He grins at her in return before turning his attention back on Huaisang. He lets one of the club staff handle the bids this time, too absorbed in running his fingers through Huaisang's hair and leaning down to kiss him.

"I'm so proud of you," he tells him softly. "You're being so good for me."

It isn't long before the next winner is climbing up onto the stage, and Xichen kisses him one last time before he leans back in his chair.

It's another man this time, and he whistles appreciatively as he walks around Huaisang, examining him as though he was a store window display.

"The kind of slut who loves something like this isn't going to get off from some fake dick," the man scoffs, pulling the prostrate massager out and tossing it aside. He runs his thumb over the furl of Huaisang's entrance, pressing easily in. "Look at that. No, this pussy needs the real thing."

Huaisang keeps his eyes on Xichen the entire time the other is touching him and kisses him back earnestly. He doesn't dare say anything as he takes the time to catch his breath and get ready for the next winning bidder but the other's attention has him ready by the time the man comes on stage.

His eyes search out the man before returning to Xichen and he's admittedly taken off guard by the way the other man whistled, the way he talked but there's a shift in his hips that shows that it was arousing him. He bit down on a whimper as the massager was pulled out, the ring of muscle spasming a little as the other's thumb touched it, grasping at the tip as it pressed into his well stretched entrance.

Huaisang moans as the other calls his entrance a pussy, head dropping as his hips rocked back. Yeah, he definitely liked that.

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