"Please," Haoyu whispered, his voice still thick with sleep as he arched his back slightly, feeling the familiar pressure against him. "Just once—let me."
Jordan exhaled through his nose, gripping Haoyu's hips tighter. "You know the answer to that," he murmured, voice deep and unhurried. His cock pressed insistently at Haoyu's asshole, hot and heavy, already slick with precum. There was no preamble—Jordan never needed one—and Haoyu gasped as he was filled in one smooth, relentless push.
Haoyu bit his lip as Jordan rocked into him, the stretch still overwhelming even after all this time. Jordan's hands dwarfed his waist, fingers pressing bruises into pale skin—not cruel, just inevitable, like the way Jordan's hips moved with the same steady rhythm as his breathing. The bedframe creaked softly. Haoyu clutched at the sheets, toes curling, heat pooling low in his belly. He loved this, loved being taken apart by Jordan's body, loved the way Jordan's sweat dripped onto his back, the way his husband's breath hitched when he was close.
"Still want to try?" Jordan rumbled against his ear, amused, as he thrust harder. Haoyu whimpered, shaking his head. Right now, like this, he couldn't imagine being the one in control. Jordan chuckled, nuzzling the nape of Haoyu's neck before biting down gently. Haoyu came with a broken cry, untouched, just from the sheer force of Jordan inside him. Jordan followed soon after, groaning as he spilled deep, hips stuttering.
Jordan pulled out with a wet sound, leaving Haoyu panting and boneless against the sheets. He swatted Haoyu's ass playfully—a heavy, stinging slap that made Haoyu twitch—before rolling off the bed. "Shower," Jordan announced, stretching his massive ebony arms overhead, muscles flexing. Haoyu watched his husband pad toward the bathroom, still half-dazed, his own cock already stirring again at the sight of Jordan's retreating form.
One of their slaves was waiting, as always, kneeling beside the bed with its head bowed, collar gleaming in the morning light. Haoyu reached out, fingers brushing its shoulder, and it lifted its gaze obediently. There was something almost soothing about its silence, the way it anticipated his needs without a word. Haoyu pushed himself up, wincing slightly at the ache in his ass, and guided the slave onto the bed. It went easily, limbs arranged just so, and Haoyu let out a shaky breath as he slicked himself up.
Haoyu pushed into the slave with a sigh, the tight heat a poor substitute for what he truly wanted, but better than nothing. The slave took him without a sound, its lean body pliant beneath his smaller frame, its breathing steady and controlled. Haoyu gripped its hips, fingers digging into flesh, imagining for a fleeting second that they were broader and darker, that the muscles beneath his palms were Jordan's. But the illusion shattered as soon as he glanced down at the slave's narrow waist, the smooth, unmarked skin nothing like his husband's. Still, he fucked it with a quiet desperation, chasing his own release with more urgency than usual.
The bathroom door creaked open sooner than expected, steam billowing out into the bedroom. Jordan stood in the doorway, water glistening on his dark skin, towel slung low around his hips. His gaze locked onto the scene—Haoyu straddling the slave, his slender body flushed with exertion, the slave's face pressed into the mattress. Something flickered in Jordan's eyes, something hungry and possessive. Haoyu froze mid-thrust, pulse leaping at the raw intensity of that look.
Jordan's towel hit the floor with a soft thud. He crossed the room in three strides, his cock already half-hard again, swaying thick and heavy between his thighs. Haoyu didn't move—couldn't move—not with Jordan's presence filling the room like a thunderstorm. The slave stayed perfectly still beneath him, its breath hitching just once when Jordan's shadow fell over them both.
"You look good like this," Jordan murmured, voice rough, one large hand settling on Haoyu's hip, fingers overlapping where he'd already left bruises earlier. His thumb stroked the dip of Haoyu's waist absently, possessive. "Taking what you need."
Jordan's grip tightened slightly, pulling Haoyu backward until his spine met Jordan's chest, still damp from the shower. Haoyu gasped as Jordan's other hand slid between them, fingers wrapping around the slave's throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a silent claim. Jordan's breath was hot against Haoyu's ear. "But you still want more, don't you?" he murmured, and Haoyu shuddered, nodding before he could stop himself.
The slave remained motionless beneath them, eyes lowered, as Jordan guided Haoyu's hips forward again—slower this time, deliberate. Jordan's own cock pressed against the small of his husband's back, thick and insistent, and Haoyu whimpered as he felt Jordan's precum smear across his skin. "Watch," Jordan ordered. His chuckle vibrated against Haoyu's back, low and rich, as he guided Haoyu's thrusts with a firm grip on his hips. "See how it takes you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Like it was made for you." The slave's heat clenched around Haoyu's cock as if on cue, and he couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through him. Jordan's fingers dug into his skin, possessive, and Haoyu knew there was no escaping this—not that he wanted to.
The slave's breath hitched again, barely audible, as Jordan's grip on its throat tightened fractionally. Jordan leaned down, his lips brushing Haoyu's ear. "You're still thinking about me, aren't you?" he breathed, and Haoyu's hips stuttered, his cock twitching inside the slave. Jordan laughed, the sound warm and knowing, and Haoyu flushed, embarrassed by how easily he was read. Jordan lingered there for another moment, watching the flush spread across Haoyu's face with quiet satisfaction, before his expression darkened with sudden intent. His hand moved from the slave's throat to Haoyu's waist, firm and possessive, as if the sight of him straddling someone else had stirred something sharper underneath the amusement.
Jordan's hands slid under Haoyu's thighs, lifting him effortlessly off the slave as if he weighed nothing. Haoyu gasped at the sudden loss of warmth around his cock, legs instinctively wrapping around Jordan's waist as he was maneuvered onto his back beside the slave. The mattress dipped under Jordan's weight as he settled between the slave's thighs, his cock glistening in the morning light. Haoyu watched, pulse hammering in his throat, as Jordan pressed forward in one smooth, inexorable motion—no hesitation, no pause—filling the slave completely. The slave's breath hitched, its fingers twitching against the sheets, but it made no sound, its body arching slightly to accommodate Jordan's girth.
Jordan's groan was low and satisfied, his hips rolling in that familiar, deliberate rhythm that always made Haoyu's toes curl. But this time, Haoyu wasn't the one being split open—he was just a spectator, his own aching cock still hard and dripping against his stomach. He reached down to stroke himself absently, eyes fixed on where Jordan's cock disappeared into the slave, the way its stomach quivered with each thrust. Jordan's muscles flexed under his skin, sweat beading along his shoulders, and Haoyu licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.
Jordan's hips stuttered, his breath catching in his throat as he buried himself to the hilt inside the slave, his fingers digging into its thighs. The slave took it silently, its body trembling minutely beneath him, but Jordan's gaze was fixed on Haoyu—watching as Haoyu stroked himself with desperate, jerky motions. Jordan's groan was low and guttural when he came, spilling deep inside the slave, his cock pulsing visibly with each thick pulse. He stayed there for a long moment, catching his breath, before pulling out with a wet sound, his spend dripping obscenely from the slave's well-used hole.
"Lick me clean," Jordan ordered, voice rough, his fingers tangling in the slave's hair to guide its head toward his softening cock. The slave obeyed without hesitation, its tongue dragging efficiently along Jordan's imposing length, lapping up the mess with quiet reverence. Haoyu watched, transfixed, his own hand stilling on his cock as Jordan's dark eyes flicked to him, heavy-lidded and smug. "You too," Jordan murmured, and Haoyu didn't need to be told twice.
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