And so, it doesn't take long for Jingyi make his way to Jiang Cheng. He's itching to try something new...and it'd been a while and Jiang Cheng certainly does need his servicing again, silly sext or not.
He already has his plans in mind and takes a seat on the edge of the bed while he waits. He looks very much like sect leader that makes so many uneasy. His eyes don't waver as Jingyi arrives. "Close the door and seal it. Then come over here."
Jingyi sees him and just the sight of him like that sends a thrill along his spine. He finds Jiang Cheng incredibly sexy when he looks like that, when he speaks to him like that. he doesn't want it all the time but there are sometimes where the mood is right and this is one of them.
So he quickly closes the door, sealing it. He could have moved to him wordlessly but he has to talk while he walks.
"Ready to prove it?" he asks, cheeky, of course, a small smirk on his lips as he stops in front of him. He knows exactly what he's doing, exactly what he wants.
Cheng smirks and leans forward, responding to the challenge with a low growl to his voice. "I will beat that brat out of you. Trousers off. Nothing more. Then lay over my lap."
There were several ways he could do this and he thinks this way would be the best. He wants to beat that brat until he was wailing. And thankfully, he had put up those silencing talismans earlier. "By the time I'm done, the Lan's will learn they should take a page out of my book to get you to behave."
Never in a million years would he want that to happen, but it added to the play.
Jingyi clearly enjoys the way the other's speaking and he obeys. He slips out of his trousers and kicks them away. He's nervous despite his desire and excited as he lays himself over his lover's lap. Sect Leader Jiang is not always who he is with, more often it is Jiang Cheng -- but there is a time and a mood to be at the mercy of the Sect Leader Jiang.
Jingyi is already hard and he squirms on the other's lap, as he contemplates where he should put his hands during this and he doesn't want to ask.
Jiang Cheng helps get Jingyi into position. One of his legs supports the young man's lower abdomen, positioning the hardening cock to remain flush with bare thighs. With a tiny hum of amusement, he gives a comforting pat to the balls and cock that look squished between Jingyi's legs. The man's chest is supported by his other leg and he directs his hands to hang down. Cheng is very particular on how the other is positioned and takes great care to pull back all of his hair and twist it to keep it out of the way. What he does ensure to be free are the ribbons to Jingyi's headband. Those, he winds into one fist as the other hand takes care to part the robes and reveal round buttocks that had yet to be marked.
"They are clearly lacking in their disciplinary measures," he mused, rubbing his hand on each globe of muscle. "So pristine." He gives a light tap, just to see what the reaction would be. "So mine," he growls a bit and then gives a firm slap that sounds worse than it was.
Jingyi whines at the way the other positions him. His cock and balls uncomfortably pressed and not in a good position to really be able to rut while he's being spanked. "A-Cheng," he whines as if that would help him in this moment, when it's Sect Leader Jiang and not just Jiang Cheng but that's part of the fun, whining or begging for things that won't change. His breathing is heavy as the other continues, though, wiggling as the other takes care of his hair and he tries to look at the other as his ribbons are wound around the other's fist, trying to figure out exactly what is going through his lover's head.
The young man squirms across the Sect Leader's lap, feeling the anticipation as the other rubs at him and there's the anxiety of not knowing when the rubbing is going to turn into a hit. But it's just a tap, one that startles him, jumping forward a tiny amount.
The second one makes him jump forward more and yelp -- mostly in surprise and being startled by the sound of it. It doesn't particularly hurt, though, but he's sure it's not going to stay that way.
"Yours," he exhales and he loves that, he loves the other even if such exchange of words isn't really something they've done but he does.
Jingyi can't see him, but his expression softens. Yes, he does love this man. And he shows it with a smart slap across the left cheek. His strikes become harder and softer, varied to keep the other guessing where and how hard he hits. The pale skin blushed red and warmed under his touch and before it became too much, he would gently circle his palm on the heated, reddened flesh. Every so often, he gently brushed his fingers over Jingyi's balls and tapped a raindrop pattern over the length of his dick.
He pauses in the treatment of his lover, letting his hand rest over hot flesh. "Was that enough, A-Yi?"
As Jingyi's ass gets redder it hurts more and more even the softer smacks hurt but he loves it and he's uncomfortably hard. He lifts into the other's touch, toes curled and gasps at some of the harsher hits or cries of the other's name. When the hits subside he whimpers when fingers tease over his balls and dick making him squirm, trying to rise some and it was tortuous in how unsatisfying and yet tempting the light touches were. He nearly lets out a sob.
"I think I'll still be able to walk just fine," Jingyi manages nonchalantly after a few seconds to gather himself.
"Hmmm." His cheeky lover. In more ways than one this time around! After the caress, he simply rested his hand over the reddened ass, knowing that the simple pressure could sting.
"I'm more than perfectly content to leave you walking. It's sitting that I'm making certain you'll remember me every time you try." His words were quiet and husky before he decided another session of spanking to ensure the lesson sunk in was needed.
Jingyi shivers at the other's hand on his ass and had to fight the urge to squirm away from it. He wouldn't complain about the other going for another round of spanking, enjoying each connection of the other's hand even as tears ran down his cheeks by the end and he was just gasping out and whimpering. He knows that his ass will be thoroughly bruised for a while. His cock is achingly hard and he squirms on the other's lap even so.
"Mm, I'll remember." he pants when the other stops.
He smiled, lightly stroking Jingyi's thigh. He enjoyed feeling how hard and needy his lover felt. "Want me to fuck you?" he asked lightly, purring into Jingyi's ear in the process.
"Yes, please, yes," Jingyi begs as the other strokes his thigh, sending tingling pleasure straight to his cock and he tries to rut against Jiang Cheng but he can't quite get a good angle. His ear burns with the other's breath against it, the purring so incredibly sexy. "Sect Leader Jiang, please."
"This will be so good, A-Yi," he continues to purr, pulling the vial of oil out of its hiding spot so he could drizzle it on the reddened, heated skin. "Not unlike the spanking, because you'll feel every time I push into you, all over here," Cheng added, running his hand over the abused flesh before sliding his finger along the crack of flesh to find puckered muscle.
Jingyi inhales sharply when the other when the oil is drizzled onto his skin and it makes him squirm on the other's lap again. The words make him ache with desire as he feels for the other man, the promise of all his words. His skin is so sensitive to the touch, aching and riding the line of pleasure and pain. He raises his hips up as the finger slides between his cheeks. He groans softly as the finger teases his entrance.
Cheng groaned softly, taking one oiled finger and working him open. He slowly pulled on the man's hair, admiring how Jingyi reacted. "So beautiful like this. Blushed red, on the edge of cramping." A second finger joins the first, showing how tenuous his control was.
"I'm going to sit you on my cock and you're going to fuck it all out of me, my Lan. You're going to work out every single drop while I sit here and watch you bounce."
"Mmm," he whimpers, his head pulled in the direction of the other's hand
and it send a chill through him. His muscles were aching and as he stayed
in the position lower but he enjoys the burn of it. He's pleased when Jiang
Cheng doesn't tease him and opens him up further with a second finger.
"Yes, Sect Leader Jiang," Jingyi says, even though he could go back to
referring to him more casually he likes it sometimes leaning into a bit of
power dynamic play even if usually he is treated as an equal by the other
man. And he's excited to pleasure Jiang Cheng to ride his cock even if he's
already sore and his skin overly tender and sensitive even to slighter
movements.
"I wonder how that would look," he mused calmly as if he were in the middle of a conference, discussing what to feed silk worms if mulberry trees weren't available. "How would they take to you riding my cock, your ribbon twisted in my hand and the look of utter debauchery on your face?"
Cheng's voice was throaty and hungry as he finally got Jingyi standing. "I think it would make you a Jiang, this day." A few tugs on his own clothing and his cock was free, hard and pulsing with his own excitement. Cheng isn't really careful about the oil he slicks on at this point and is only focused on what was coming next. He seats himself carefully and then goes to help guide him back. "You're going to feel so good on my cock."
It's incredibly sexy to hear Jiang Cheng be so calm while they're doing this, while he's pulling Jingyi apart, his words leaving the younger man trembling and desperate. He couldn't help but imagine being seen like this and instead of being trouble it's arousing, he moans, eyes falling shut. He's panting and pliant to the other as he was brought to his feet.
Jingyi's eyes are a bit glazed as the other readies his cock. "Make me a Jiang?" he says, blinking a moment and then he's happily pulled back onto the other's lap, shifting to work with the other.
"Sect leader," he whimpers, rocking his hips forward just to feel some friction as he rubs against him, even if he's still clothed, another layer of power over Jingyi that Jingyi is feeding off of.
He has to use his hands to spread the reddened cheeks apart as he sinks the younger down onto him. A breathy groan leaves his lips when he feels the tightness around him. "Make you mine in every way," he purrs softly, dropping a few kisses on Jingyi's back as he waits for the other to adjust. Then gently, he takes the ribbon that hangs down Jingyi's back and winds it across the other's throat before curling the ends in his fingers. Another kiss is dropped on a shoulder.
"Make me come inside you, disciple Lan. You need to be marked well from the inside out, just who you belong to."
Jingyi whimpers as the tender cheeks are spread apart by the other's hands, sinking down onto his cock. He shudders at the full feeling. His eyes are glazed with pleasure, with need as the other's lips press to his skin. The muscles inside of him tremble slightly but he starts to relax, to adjust around the other's cock, still tight.
His eyes widen for a moment at the feeling of the soft ribbon being wrapped around his throat, the ends held by Jiang Cheng. It's another feeling of being possessed by the other and he relishes it. Just as he relishes the words that border on humiliating but really just egg him on.
The redden skin aches and burns and worsens when Jingyi starts to move. He lifts himself up only to drop down hard on the other's cock, setting a harsh pace as he rides him. Each movement draws whimpers, twisted between pain and pleasure as he struggles to keep the same pace to please Sect Leader Jiang. He still has the image of others seeing him this way and his cock is hard and aching once more.
"Look at you," he cooed roughly, using his free hand to lightly caress Jingyi's side and pecs, tweaking lightly. "All wanton. So needy. And you feel like you really," he whispered close to the bobbing ear, "really... need me to fill your ass." Cheng groaned softly to accentuate the tone of his voice and purred again.
"You'll make them feel so jealous. No one else can render you like this. You look so good."
Jingyi whimpers as the other tweaks him and his back arching as he does. The words make him ache so much just as much as the other's cock inside of him. He's coming undone in the way that truly no one else would be capable of doing to him. He still feels the ribbon around his throat, the feeling of it pressing if only because of how aware he is of what it is, of how inappropriate it is to use it that way but that just makes him like it more.
"Sect Leader, please," Jingyi whimpers, riding the other's cock, making sure to take him as deep as he can but still keep a fast pace. Panting and covered in sweat his backside throbbing with pain but he works through it to try and please Jiang Cheng. And it feels so fucking good anyway.
He takes pity after a few moments. After all, Jingyi had taken so much already. Winding one arm around the younger man's waist, his free hand wrapped around the hard, frustrated-looking cock. "You gunna come for me?" he growled softly, stroking slowly at first, but making certain that it was unmistakable that he wasn't teasing anymore.
Cheng was worked up even if it didn't seem like it. His pulse was ringing in his ears as he graveled out words of encouragement, adding to the fantasy of someone opening the door and witnessing them. How he wouldn't stop even if the sect leader himself walked in on them, not until Jingyi was spilling his load over Cheng's hand. And it was a description that was making him swell his need, teetering on that edge as he waited for the other's release to drag him over.
Jingyi tenses at first, as the other’s hand wraps around his cock — he’s
painfully hard, aching for release. “Yes, yes,” he whimpers, his hips
bucking into the other’s touch even as he tries to stay still. Even if the
stroking is slow, it still is powerful for Jingyi. He clings to the older
man, feeling his orgasm coming and quickly he’s coming, shouting the
other’s name as he does. As the pleasure runs over him his passage tightens
and spasms around Jiang Cheng’s cock. He drags his nails into Jiang
Cheng’s shoulder’s, dragging down .
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So he quickly closes the door, sealing it. He could have moved to him wordlessly but he has to talk while he walks.
"Ready to prove it?" he asks, cheeky, of course, a small smirk on his lips as he stops in front of him. He knows exactly what he's doing, exactly what he wants.
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There were several ways he could do this and he thinks this way would be the best. He wants to beat that brat until he was wailing. And thankfully, he had put up those silencing talismans earlier. "By the time I'm done, the Lan's will learn they should take a page out of my book to get you to behave."
Never in a million years would he want that to happen, but it added to the play.
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Jingyi is already hard and he squirms on the other's lap, as he contemplates where he should put his hands during this and he doesn't want to ask.
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"They are clearly lacking in their disciplinary measures," he mused, rubbing his hand on each globe of muscle. "So pristine." He gives a light tap, just to see what the reaction would be. "So mine," he growls a bit and then gives a firm slap that sounds worse than it was.
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The young man squirms across the Sect Leader's lap, feeling the anticipation as the other rubs at him and there's the anxiety of not knowing when the rubbing is going to turn into a hit. But it's just a tap, one that startles him, jumping forward a tiny amount.
The second one makes him jump forward more and yelp -- mostly in surprise and being startled by the sound of it. It doesn't particularly hurt, though, but he's sure it's not going to stay that way.
"Yours," he exhales and he loves that, he loves the other even if such exchange of words isn't really something they've done but he does.
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He pauses in the treatment of his lover, letting his hand rest over hot flesh. "Was that enough, A-Yi?"
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"I think I'll still be able to walk just fine," Jingyi manages nonchalantly after a few seconds to gather himself.
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"I'm more than perfectly content to leave you walking. It's sitting that I'm making certain you'll remember me every time you try." His words were quiet and husky before he decided another session of spanking to ensure the lesson sunk in was needed.
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"Mm, I'll remember." he pants when the other stops.
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"Please," he begs softly.
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"I'm going to sit you on my cock and you're going to fuck it all out of me, my Lan. You're going to work out every single drop while I sit here and watch you bounce."
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"Mmm," he whimpers, his head pulled in the direction of the other's hand and it send a chill through him. His muscles were aching and as he stayed in the position lower but he enjoys the burn of it. He's pleased when Jiang Cheng doesn't tease him and opens him up further with a second finger.
"Yes, Sect Leader Jiang," Jingyi says, even though he could go back to referring to him more casually he likes it sometimes leaning into a bit of power dynamic play even if usually he is treated as an equal by the other man. And he's excited to pleasure Jiang Cheng to ride his cock even if he's already sore and his skin overly tender and sensitive even to slighter movements.
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Cheng's voice was throaty and hungry as he finally got Jingyi standing. "I think it would make you a Jiang, this day." A few tugs on his own clothing and his cock was free, hard and pulsing with his own excitement. Cheng isn't really careful about the oil he slicks on at this point and is only focused on what was coming next. He seats himself carefully and then goes to help guide him back. "You're going to feel so good on my cock."
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Jingyi's eyes are a bit glazed as the other readies his cock. "Make me a Jiang?" he says, blinking a moment and then he's happily pulled back onto the other's lap, shifting to work with the other.
"Sect leader," he whimpers, rocking his hips forward just to feel some friction as he rubs against him, even if he's still clothed, another layer of power over Jingyi that Jingyi is feeding off of.
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"Make me come inside you, disciple Lan. You need to be marked well from the inside out, just who you belong to."
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His eyes widen for a moment at the feeling of the soft ribbon being wrapped around his throat, the ends held by Jiang Cheng. It's another feeling of being possessed by the other and he relishes it. Just as he relishes the words that border on humiliating but really just egg him on.
The redden skin aches and burns and worsens when Jingyi starts to move. He lifts himself up only to drop down hard on the other's cock, setting a harsh pace as he rides him. Each movement draws whimpers, twisted between pain and pleasure as he struggles to keep the same pace to please Sect Leader Jiang. He still has the image of others seeing him this way and his cock is hard and aching once more.
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"You'll make them feel so jealous. No one else can render you like this. You look so good."
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"Sect Leader, please," Jingyi whimpers, riding the other's cock, making sure to take him as deep as he can but still keep a fast pace. Panting and covered in sweat his backside throbbing with pain but he works through it to try and please Jiang Cheng. And it feels so fucking good anyway.
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Cheng was worked up even if it didn't seem like it. His pulse was ringing in his ears as he graveled out words of encouragement, adding to the fantasy of someone opening the door and witnessing them. How he wouldn't stop even if the sect leader himself walked in on them, not until Jingyi was spilling his load over Cheng's hand. And it was a description that was making him swell his need, teetering on that edge as he waited for the other's release to drag him over.
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Jingyi tenses at first, as the other’s hand wraps around his cock — he’s painfully hard, aching for release. “Yes, yes,” he whimpers, his hips bucking into the other’s touch even as he tries to stay still. Even if the stroking is slow, it still is powerful for Jingyi. He clings to the older man, feeling his orgasm coming and quickly he’s coming, shouting the other’s name as he does. As the pleasure runs over him his passage tightens and spasms around Jiang Cheng’s cock. He drags his nails into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder’s, dragging down .
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