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Lan Xichen smiles a little when Huaisang's breathing picks up, at the way he squirms and the little muffled sound of pleasure.

"Good boy," he whispers into Huaisang's ear, rubbing little circles over his tiny caged cock. "Being so quiet for me. Doesn't that feel good?"

He gently loosens Huaisang's tie, undoing the knot and pulling it free from his collar. With the collar opened up a little, he can trail more kisses along his neck and throat, humming softly in contentment.

Then he takes Huaisang's hands, moving them behind his back and crossing them at the wrist so he can start tying them together with the tie - still under cover of the table, for now.

Huaisang struggles not to make any noise especially once the other comments on it, telling him he's a good boy. He nods at the question, swallowing heavily. He knows as the other pulls at his tie, exposing more of his skin that this won't be staying subtle. This must be... more. Huaisang feels himself flushing more than he was before.

"Xichen.." he whispers softly as his hands are tied behind him. He glances around again wondering if people knew what Xichen is doing. Were they all in on this?

Ah - he's so cute like this, flushing so endearingly, trying so hard to keep quiet and be a good boy. Lan Xichen has had other subs before - but none as long as he's had Huaisang, and none who have ever made him want as badly as he wants Huaisang.

None who have affected his heart so strongly, either.

"Huaisang," he murmurs, tipping his head in to kiss him. He cups Huaisang's face in one hand, stroking over his cheek, along his chin, his lower lip. "You are so pretty, how am I supposed to pay attention to anything other than you?"

With his other hand, he reaches for the coffee Huaisang'd brought for himself a little bit ago, bringing the cup up to his lips.

"Here," he says quietly, giving him a little sly smile. "Wouldn't want you to fall asleep on me."

Huaisang makes a quiet sound as they kiss. His eyes flutter shut as he gives into it, into the other's touch. It doesn't last long enough and yet when the other talks again he's very aware they're in a room full of people and how inappropriate it is and yet -- Xichen is the one that did it. He swallows heavily again and how could he be anything other than pleased with what Xichen says? He likes the attention, likes how the other wants him.

There's a blink of confusion for a moment as the other brought the coffee to his lips. His fingers curling into his palms.

"I won't fall asleep," he assures but he parts his lips anyway.

He loves this. Loves the reaction he gets from Huaisang, the way he seems to lose himself in the touch. It's the same for Lan Xichen - when he's with Huaisang, devoting his attention to him and just wanting to make him feel good, to show him what it means to be his sub and open up new experiences for him, he feels centered in a way he hardly ever feels anywhere else.

He knows Huaisang must be acutely aware of the others in the room, and how there's little chance they'll remain oblivious, but he also knows just how much Huaisang likes attention, likes that Lan Xichen wants him. He plans to use that, and he presses one more kiss against Huaisang's lips after he swallows.

Lan Xichen runs his hand through Huaisang's hair as he carefully helps him drink the coffee, fingertips scratching gently over his scalp. He pauses every so often to steal kisses - sometimes short and sweet, and sometimes long and lingering, licking into his mouth like he's trying to chase the taste of the coffee he'd just swallowed.

When all of the coffee is gone, he sets the cup down, and instead turns his attention back to Huaisang's little cock. He palms him through his pants again, rubbing back and forth, and with his other hand he unbuckles Huaisang's belt. The button's next, and then he slowly starts to unzip him.

It feels like the coffee is never-ending. It's a bit more awkward to drink it like this, to have the other holding the cup to his lips but he does it. The kisses are more than enough reward for him despite the fact people have to see them. He's sure at least a few are watching as Xichen kisses him more deeply. A soft moan slips against the older man's mouth, despite Huaisang's best efforts to keep quiet.

Finally, he's finished the coffee and he thinks there might be a reprieve but that's a foolish thought. And it's obvious the moment the other's hand presses over his tiny caged cock, teasing him that this is far from over.

Huaisang bites down on his lip to keep from making any noise, though he's aching to be free. He wiggles in Xichen's lap.

"Xichen," he gasps softly when the other starts unzipping him and he then has to look around to see how much attention he's brought to them.

Lan Xichen'd done it mostly because he wants to get Huaisang good and desperate before he gives in to putting on a show, but now that he's had a taste of hand feeding him, he finds he likes it. He wants more of it, he thinks, and he imagines having Huaisang bound in position, kneeling on the ground next to him on a soft pillow while he sits at the table or on the couch and hand feeds him.

Huaisang seems to enjoy it, too - or at least, he enjoys the kisses in between, which Lan Xichen is more than happy to give him, particularly when it makes him moan like that.

"You'd think you want them to look," he teases when Huaisang gasps his name. He jostles his tiny cage, just to see if he can get him to wriggle more, and then slips his other hand down the backside of his pants now that they've been loosened a little so he can give Huaisang's bare ass a little squeeze.

"I liked feeding you," he says, even softer than before - because that is just for him and Huaisang. "I'd like to do it again - will you let me treat you tonight? Order anything you want for dinner, and I can pet your hair and feed it to you?"

Huaisang shakes his head a little at the other's teasing and it's easy to make him wiggle and squirm on the other's lap. He can barely stop himself from moaning as his ass his squeezed and his hands tighten, struggling with the urge to want to grab onto something, anything but he can't.

His head tilts towards the soft voice and he had liked it but he'd been distracted by the people in the room, unable to focus on it. "Yes," he says softly, shifting again on the other's lap. Dinner feels so far away from now, though.

"I need to go to the bathroom," he whispers even softer.

His own pants are starting to feel a little tight as Huaisang squirms in his lap, and he lets himself roll his hips up a few times just to get some friction against his hardening cock. Fuck, he can't wait to be inside him, to fuck him in front of the whole board of directors, to show everyone how gorgeous Huaisang is when he's a total mess.

"Good," he murmurs, kissing Huaisang again. His lover is going to need aftercare after this, Lan Xichen knows that, and he's more than happy to give it to him.

Especially since it seems his plan with the coffee is starting to work.

"After the meeting's done," he says quietly. "I'll unplug you and let you go. Until then - you know, they say thinking about sex helps."

Which is absolutely true - or at least, it's true that Lan Xichen's read it. He hasn't tried it before, but they might as well start now. His hand on Huaisang's ass pushes lower, sliding between his cheeks so he can circle one finger around his hole before he pushes it inside.

Huaisang swallows a moan as he feels Xichen hard, rocking up against him. He tries to rock back into him but it's hard to do such an intentional movement and not have it obvious for everyone to catch what is happening. He's sure he can't hide it for much longer, maybe it's already completely obvious he feels flush.

Still, there's nothing he can really do to hide, he's settled into Xichen's lap and the other's in complete control of the situation. It's clear he has no intention of letting Huaisang free anytime soon.

The limits of his control had been fraying and as his body easily gives in to the pressure of the other's finger he moans, unable to stop it this time.

Still holding himself back, it seems - but that's fine with Lan Xichen. He's in no hurry, and as long as Huaisang has enough presence of mind to want to try to keep anyone from noticing them, he's fully prepared to continue to push his lover into forgetting about anything but wanting more pleasure.

There's a delighted grin when Huaisang can't keep back his moan. Lan Xichen doesn't have to look to know there's now more than a few people watching them, though the presentation still goes on.

His finger crooks to find Huaisang's prostate, pressing mercilessly against it before he starts thrusting in and out, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves every time. With his other hand, he still rubs over Huaisang's little caged cock, a mockery of the stimulation he usually does to make him come.

"Do you want to come, A-Sang?"

Huaisang is holding because he feels he has to. This is a business meeting after all he doesn't want to interrupt it -- in fact, he's sure this just might be a test to see how well behaved he can be. But he fails it again as the finger does him in. He can't stay silent and whimpers and strangled moans make their way out of his mouth and he's hyper-aware there are definitely people looking at him now. Are they disgusted with him? Do they think he's just a slut?

He presses against that finger inside him each time, tightening around it and his body aching and desperate for release of more than one kind. Xichen has made sure of that.

"Yes," the answer is a shameless moan and it's followed by a good amount of shame as Huaisang drops his head, biting down on his lip and refusing to glance to see how many eyes are on him.

He basks in those whimpers and strangled moans, the way he clenches around him, and he rewards him by slowly pushing a second finger in alongside the first.

It's only when Huaisang drops his head in shame that Lan Xichen fully realizes that it isn't that Huaisang still has too much presence of mind to let himself go - it's that he's trying so hard to do what Lan Xichen told him he was a good boy for, and keep quiet. His heart swells a little at just how wonderful his little sub is.

"I'm so proud of you." He nuzzles into Huaisang's neck, pressing soft kisses there for a moment before he nips at him, sucking a mark into his skin. "You're being so good and quiet for me. How did I get so lucky, to have such a good boy? But you don't have to hold back any more."

He pulls his hand away from his little cock, though he keeps plunging his fingers inside of him, so he can use his free hand to tip Huaisang's head up.

"Do you know how pretty you are, my A-Sang? How much everyone in here would love to see you?" He kisses him again, wet and messy and fierce. "You can come when you get everyone's eyes on you."

Huaisang bites back a moan when the other presses the second finger in, riding back against it as much as he can. The words of praise thrill him and he can't hold back a shuddered whimper at the marking always loving it, aroused by Xichen claiming him. That he's claiming him in this setting is even more so... He shouldn't be surprised as the other keeps going, making his intentions clear.

He moans into the kiss now, trying to ride the other's fingers so he can get them deeper, get them at just the right angle even though release wouldn't come from that.

"You want that?" he pants against the other's lips, turning his head to glance around the room once more.

It never stops pleasing him, that his Huaisang enjoys being praised. It's easy to praise him when he is so wonderful, when there are so many things about him that Lan Xichen adores.

He's aware he's enamored, far more than he's ever been, that he wants Huaisang in ways he never imagined, but as far as he's concerned, that's certainly not a bad thing.

There's a soft groan in response to Huaisang's moan, and he shifts his fingers a little so his lover can ride them harder, so they'll bump right up against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. He's already dent
Ying Huaisang enough right now, after all, he's not going to hold back on that manner of pleasure.

No, he wants Huaisang so desperate to come that he'll be utterly shameless in his attempt to get all of the board to look at him, not just the ones that are openly staring now.

"I do," he whispers back. "You're so perfect, how can I not want to show you off?"

Huaisang feels their eyes on him even when he's not looking. He can't hold back the noises of pleasure as he's able to ride the other's fingers and they hit him just the right way that they're putting pressure onto his prostate each time sending intense waves of pleasure. He's already desperate.

"Xichen, please," Huaisang begs, the words not quiet at all, even though he knows it's only going to draw more attention -- but even if it embarrasses him, humiliate him that's what Xichen wants isn't it?

"I'll do anything." He needs to come, he needs to use the restroom -- although he fears the latter won't be an option that every release he has need of will be on display if he's allowed it. He will never be able to look at anyone in this room the same again.

Perfect.

Lan Xichen drinks in those pleasured sounds, the desperation that gets louder and louder, the way he doesn't even try to be quiet as he begs him. He has eyes only for Huaisang, now - they're still seated at the table, blocking his lower body from view, but there's no doubt that anyone looking will be able to easily guess what's going on at the head of the table.

He honestly has no idea which of his directors have given in and are watching them, though, because he can't take his gaze from Huaisang.

There's a low hum of approval when Huaisang promises to do anything.

"I want to fuck you like this," he says, rubbing over Huaisang's little caged cock with his free hand. "Stand up for me, so I can get your pants all the way down?"

Huaisang is eager to be fucked by Xichen so the possibility has him obeying quickly. It’s a bit awkward for him to stand up but he does — unsteadily. His legs are shaky as if it is hard for him to keep himself upright as he stands. But he does it and he eagerly waits for the other to pull his pants down. He’s desperate for his cock to fill him up. He’s desperate to earn release.

He squeezes his eyes shut, bowing his head as for the moment the hungry eyes on him, the ones that look jealous that definitely want to take a piece of him too are just too much.

"Good boy," he whispers when Huaisang stands up so quickly, letting his hands settle on his hips so he can rub his thumbs over his hip bones.

He quickly tugs down his lover's pants, bending down as though he's going to tie his shoe - and untying Huaisang's shoes, so he can tug them off and completely remove his pants. Then he straightens, taking a moment just to look at Huaisang - still wearing his shirt and jacket, hands bound behind his back with his tie, already flushed and desperate, eyes squeezed shut and head bowed, and he gives a sigh of satisfaction.

"Gorgeous."

He unbuttons and unzips his own trousers, just enough to let his aching cock slip free. Then, with a sly little grin, he turns Huaisang around so his back is to Lan Xichen and he's facing the rest of the table before he lines up the head of his cock with his slick hole.

"You can sit back down now."

Huaisang enjoys the praise and he does his best to help the other removes his shoes and his pants. Huaisang is sure it must be obvious to everyone, He looks around and it's humiliating but he's also desperate for Xichen's cock, desperate to come. He shivers at the other calling him gorgeous, hands curling behind himself. He can hear the zipper and he looks down at the other's lap as the other pulls his large hard cock out. He licks his lips at the sight of it.

"Ah," Huaisang gasps softly when he's turned back around and now he's facing everyone else in the room. He can't grab onto anything as he's instructed to sit back down.

He lowers himself though, the other lining up his cock making it easy. "Mmmm," Huaisang moans and then whimpers as he presses himself down on the other's cock. He doesn't hold back the sounds, knowing he has to get everyone's attention if he's going to be allowed to come.

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