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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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[Huaisang's smile widens as his back hits the wall, offering no resistance as the vines start twining around his wrists and snaking up his arms. They tangle in his hair and coil around his waist and legs, threatening to overtake him just as they'd done the house. But still, Huaisang doesn't struggle or make any attempt to get away at all. He just leans into the vines' embrace, head tilting slightly as another vine starts to slither across his throat.]

I think they want to claim me.

[His tone's mock innocent, his eyes sharp and dark as he watches to see what Xue Yang does next.]

I won't let them. They're just holding you for me. You still belong to me.

[ He eyes that vine starting encroach on Nie Huaisang's neck, and for a moment, considers letting it.

But no. If Nie Huaisang is going to be choked, it will be with Xue Yang's own hands.

He knows how to coax the vine away, to convince it to lose interest and wait for a different target, but that's not good enough for it. Xue Yang pinches it, squeezing in on a particular point until there's the sound of plant matter giving way as his fingers dig in. The vine immediately goes slack from that point to the end, as if it were no different from a normal plant. ]

If I want you there, I'll put you there.

[ Then he leans in and bites Nie Huaisang's lower lip, then his neck, then down his chest among the vines, leaving a trail of marks as his mouth slowly makes its way lower along Nie Huaisang's body. At the same time his hands occupy themselves with the vines, a little haphazard in their work but still managing to mostly coax them away from the important places he still wants access to. ]

[Huaisang hums softly, satisfied with that response. Whether Xue Yang understands or acknowledges it, their ownership is mutual and he can live with that kind of arrangement. The vines are holding him fast so he can't move around too much but he can certainly let out sharp gasps and arch eagerly into those bites. The thought alone of being marked from head to toe by his new pet is an exciting one.]

Looking forward to it.

[If Huaisang had a hand free, he'd stroke Xue Yang's hair for being such a good dog.]

Later.

[ He clears Nie Huaisang's stomach and spends a while there, placing licks and bites all over the skin. Every so often his chin bumps against Nie Huaisang's cock, but he continues to ignore it until he's satisfied with the amount of red marks he's left behind on the skin.

Then he drifts lower still.

He has to gently tug part of Nie Huaisang's cock out from beneath some of the vines to get it fully free, but then he starts placing kisses along it. Several times it almost looks like he's going to take it into his mouth, but also several times it looks like he's about to bite. And yet each time, neither happens.

It's a promise and a threat, the paradox of getting involved with Xue Yang boiled down to teasing actions on one of the most sensitive parts of Nie Huaisang's body. ]

[A distant part of his brain, the part that still has some semblance of sense and self-preservation warns him against this. A dalliance with man like Xue Yang is inviting disaster into his life but what else does he have to call his own? Nothing. Just a position and responsibilities he never wanted in first place. Why not just enjoy this?

And enjoy it he does when Xue Yang pulls his cock free of the vines and starts kissing along its length. His head tosses from side to side as his breath becomes increasingly labored. His hips arch toward that teasing mouth. It's a struggle, he aches for so much more than just this but doesn't want to get bitten in such a delicate spot.]

Please. Just fuck me. I'm not going anywhere. I don't have anyone else I can turn to anyway.

[The words come out harshly and he's tried to endure but in the end, Huaisang's just too weak to say no to this. His claim might not completely true but it's not completely false either. And in the end, Huaisang just doesn't want to be alone.]

Of course you're not. That's why I can take my time with you.

[ He gives a slow, decadent lick to Nie Huaisang's tip, even dipping his tongue in the slit for a moment.

And then he pulls back entirely, and steps away from his captive.

But it's quickly apparent that he's not doing it just to leave Nie Huaisang hanging (if one pardons the expression). Xue Yang crosses the room to grab a nice, plump fruit from another plant growing near the window along that side, and then walks back over holding it with a grin. ]

Have you played with one of these yet?

[ He gives a slow, steady squeeze, letting the slick juices spill out and down his arm.

Then he reaches behind Nie Huaisang, tugging him against the vines a bit to do so, and pushes a finger inside of him. ]

[Huaisang makes a strangled noise as the teasing continues, suddenly straining against the vines. There's another growl when Xue Yang moves away. He's barely listening to what the other man's saying about the fruit, his breathing becoming erratic. Once it registers what Xue Yang's asking about, he shakes his head mutely.

He can guess though, especially when Xue Yang slicks his hand and pulls him away from the wall a bit to start working a finger inside him. Huaisang's read enough pornographic materials over the years to have a pretty good idea of how this part works. He just has to calm down, relax, and let the other man prepare him. He can do that.]

[ The first finger goes easily enough, and then he adds the second. He's gathered a basic idea of how this works, so once the two are inside Nie Huaisang's ass, he begins to slowly move them in and out. After a few seconds, Xue Yang goes back to giving teasing attention to Nie Huaisang's cock, then picks up the pace with his fingers.

As much as he wants to tease forever, now that he has fingers inside, he's realizing just how satisfying it is to be inside Nie Huaisang. After all, Nie Huaisang is his, right? It's not enough to have him here; Xue Yang needs to have him completely. And that means inside and out.

He starts to nudge a third finger in. ]

[Huaisang's breathing grows rough and ragged as Xue Yang works his fingers in and out. No one's ever touched him in such a way before but normally when he might feel shy, right now he just eager and excited. He grunts as they push into him, head bowed with wisps of hair falling forward, his cock twitching under each teasing touch.

He should probably be afraid but he's not, even when that third finger slips in and stretching him open wider. Tremors of anticipation travel through his body.]

I hope you're ready.

[ Because even though Xue Yang has only just gotten his third finger in, he's too eager to stop here. He presses the three fingers all the way in as deep as he can get them, then lets them slide out again.

He pulls back and with the plenty of excess lubrication still on his hand and arm, starts stroking himself to slick himself up. At the same time he crouches down and starts to slowly pick the vines off of Nie Huaisang's legs. It takes him a few tries, and he even nearly gets snagged himself once, but it doesn't take too long before he finally gets both sides free.

At which point he hooks his arms under Nie Huaisang's legs and lifts them as he stands back up, and then he's soon pushing himself inside that waiting ass, giving a loud hiss of pleasure. ]

[It's his first time being fucked like this by a man so it's a tight fit but not enough to hurt or even be uncomfortable. Maybe Huaisang's just over-eager or desperate but he groans out his pleasure. He pushes against vines in an attempt to lean forward enough to catch Xue Yang's mouth in a bruising kiss.

He wants this, wants him so much. His normal gift with words is nowhere present now in a mind gone blank with desire. He wraps legs around Xue Yang to pull him in deeper, clenching his bound hands.]

[ Meanwhile Xue Yang is just as eager (maybe even also desperate), so when he sees Nie Huaisang leaning forwards, he leans in as well to connect that kiss.

He doesn't start thrusting right away, instead letting himself settle deep inside Nie Huaisang. This feels right, claiming him like this. Being inside him like this. Using him like this.

So he presses their bodies together for several seconds, letting all the action come from their mouths together, tongues dancing, teeth nipping. It's warm even like this, so it satisfies for long enough to give them both some time to adjust.

Then Xue Yang is pulling back just enough to murmur against Nie Huaisang's lips. ]

I'm gonna fuck you as long as I can, and I'm not gonna stop. Think you can last?

[ But whether or not he does, for now he's tied up here, with Xue Yang in control. So Xue Yang pulls back out most of the way and pushes in again, savoring the wave of warmth even that single thrust sends through his whole body. ]

[Ironic how Huaisang's spent so much time afraid of losing control of the situation he's in only to give it up freely to a man who could kill him with ease if he put his mind to it. The poetry in his soul has vanished, leaving him at a loss for words to describe or define this feeling. Belonging, perhaps? But it satisfies a need in him that he never knew he had. He feels at peace, somehow, tangled up in these vines with Xue Yang buried deep inside him. He's relucant to end the kiss so he rests his forhead against the other man's briefly before nodding.]

I'll try. I'll try to last as long as I can. I don't want this to ever stop.

[He feels like a living, breathing person again in Xue Yang's arms]

I'll do whatever you want. Just keep going. Touch me how you want.

[Then Huaisang's kissing him again, sweet and tender, in these circumstances.]

[ Xue Yang kisses back, returning what's almost tenderness before he gives another nip. For all that he has his harsh edges, there's a fondness for things that are his. And when Nie Huaisang is cooperating, even begging for him to claim him however Xue Yang wants, it makes him want to keep from breaking him. After all, it's fun to break his toys once, but once they're broken, that's it. Much better to play with them beforehand, for as long as they're still amusing.

He shifts his grip to better hold Nie Huaisang's hips, and then he starts to do exactly as promised.

Xue Yang starts with a fast pace and holds that for a while. It's not his all, but it's strong, something to make sure the two of them are really enjoying this even from the start. He's still inexperienced with sex enough that he has little technique to speak of, but he can hold a steady rhythm. He keeps that pace until he feels himself starting to build towards orgasm, then he slows, letting his body back off while still keeping the motion between them.

Though he's not one to be considerate, he keeps an eye on Nie Huaisang as he goes. ]

[Technique and finess don't matter to him right now. Besides, it's not like Huaisang has much experience with sex or relationships either. His life's been reduced to a single, lonely road that he walked by himself for ten years now. Any reprieve at all, no matter how clumsy and grim is welcome.

And it's not as if the sensations he's experiencing for the first time right now aren't pleasurable. Huaisang had enjoyed sex the couple of times he's had it before this. He gasps or grunts with each thrust, hands writihing and clutching helplessly at the vines holding his wrists fast. A sheen of sweat surfaces on his wildly flushed face and body. His back arches away from the wall, the heels of his feet bumping into Xue Yang's backside as he writhes from the pleasure.

He's feeling the tension build up inside him and trying to hold on as long as he can but -]

...so good! It all feels so good..! Please don't stop... Harder... Give it to me.. I want more!

[He's panting out the words and claiming Xue Yang's mouth again in a messy kiss, moaning into it. His arms are starting to ache from hanging here like this as well as the need to hold him close and scratch him up as his own.

For now, Huaisang just nips his lower lip, another one of those little growls coming out.]

Not harder yet.

[ Xue Yang murmurs it quickly among his efforts to return the kiss, the biting, as if there could be one without the other like this... ]

But I'll give you more. Lots more.

[ And for now that means slowing down in an attempt to keep both of them from coming.

So slow down he does, backing down to let them both calm themselves a little bit without actually stopping. Xue Yang wants this to last, as long as he can or even longer. If the two of them could never stop fucking, that would be perfect. Why would they need to stop? Nie Huaisang is his, forever. No one needs to come between them. Nothing needs to separate them. ]

And I won't stop for a while.

[ He starts to pick up the pace a bit, trying to judge if Nie Huaisang is still wound up enough that there's a risk of him coming already. ]

[The switch to a slower pace brings Huaisang back from that edge. His hands continue to move restlessly in their restraints and he tries to even out his breathing again. Quieter moans still escape him as he leans his head forward to bury his face against Xue Yang's neck briefly before pulling back again. His eyes flutter half-closed, brow furrowing and he concentrates on the dick moving inside him. His own is leaking pre-come, enough that it's clear that even with the slower pace, he not going to last much longer.]

I want to touch you...

[His tone's plaintive, pleading.]

Please... Take me down so I can touch you... We can keep going then...

[He won't run. He couldn't even if he wanted to. But surely, there's a bed in this building somewhere to make completely theirs.]

... Alright. You've earned it.

[ He gives a slow kiss to Nie Huaisang's forehead, then pauses buried inside of him. He lets go with one hand, using his other to still help support Nie Huaisang's hips, and reaches for the vines capturing one of Nie Huiasang's wrists.

It takes him a bit of work, but finally the vines loosen to let him go. Xue Yang shifts his hands so he can reach the other, and after what still feels like too long despite how it isn't long at all, Nie Huaisang's other hand is also free.

Then Xue Yang presses in again, making up some of the distance he slipped out while working and possibly even more, and gives a bite to Nie Huaisang's lower lip before kissing him again. He pulls back with a soft inhale that isn't quite a gasp. ]

Wall, or find a bed?

[Now that Huaisang's hands are free, he doesn't waste any time in touching his beloved. One hand grabs Xue Yang's hair, winding it possessively around his hand while the other roughly rakes nails down his back Unhindered by the vines, Huaisang's free enough to lean forward to bite Xue Yang's shoulder hard, maybe even hard enough to break the skin just a fraction. Then he pulls back just enough to lick the marked skin.

After a few self-indulgent seconds, he answers decisively.]

Bed. I want you in bed.

[Then he'll make it so Xue Yang can never. The others will have go on without him. Xue Yang belongs to him and it's time he properly understood that.]

We'll bring those fruits.

[Another soft kiss to Xue Yang's lips as Huaisang stares at him intently.]

[ The nails and the bite combined pull a pleased hiss from Xue Yang's grinning mouth, and he presses harder against Nie Huaisang even when there isn't any deeper he can go.

Then he backs off a bit to let Nie Huaisang not be pressed so much against the wall. Instead Xue Yang shifts around, making sure this time to get a good grip on his hips, then carries him fully from the vine-covered wall over towards the window with the other fruit growing. ]

You'll have to pick it. My hands are full.

[Huaisang hisses, pleased by that hard movement, rewarding Xue Yang with another soft bite to his neck. He clings to his lover as he's carried over to the window, reaching out to pluck a fruit which he cradles to his chest. He also grabs a moderately long piece of old, fraying rope that looks weak enough to break in the middle that they'd missed in their earlier haste to reach the vibes. Huaisang clutches it close as well, leaning in to gently peck Xue Yang's lips.]

I'm ready now. Let's find a bedroom. There has to be one somewhere around here. And a bed.

[Hopefully, it'll have bed posts but if not, Huaisang can bind him in a different way.]

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Sure. I can do that.

[ After the small kiss, Xue Yang nips at Nie Huaisang's ear in return and chuckles. Without any signs of struggling with the task he continues to carry Nie Huaisang on his cock, back out the door and down a hallway.

It takes poking his head into several rooms, but finally they come across one with a bed inside. It's far from impressive: old, dusty, with rust on the frame, but Xue Yang gives it a shove with his leg and it seems sturdy enough. Most notably it has a headboard with metal bars and a footboard to match.

Xue Yang sits down on the bed with Nie Huaisang on top of him, and uses the fact that it allows him to use his hands again to grab his hair and initiate another rough kiss. ]

[Huaisang kisses back just as roughly, tossing the rope and fruit aside on the bed for the moment in favor of scratching his nails down Xue Yang's back again, his other hand tightly the other man's hair. He pulls it sharply, jerking the other man's head back to regain access to his neck. He's abandoned gentleness for now, the kisses replaced completely by stinging bites, as he proceeds to start riding Xue Yang's cock hard in his lap.

While Huaisang works on one side of his lover's neck, the hand on Xue Yang's back slides back around to rest over his throat instead, thumb pressing lightly against his windpipe.]

[ The roughness is all taken in stride and appreciated. Xue Yang responds with pleased gasps and jerks of his hips up against Nie Huaisang's body as each sensation just builds on top of the others in a way that doesn't really register as painful. Not even the rough motions up and down on his cock are enough to give him any more than the high he gets from feeling someone try to break past his tolerance and fail.

As someone with too many enemies, he should perhaps be more wary of someone pressing fingers against his throat. But the last time Xue Yang was being threatened by one of the Nie, it was with a saber to his neck, and even then he took it without flinching.

Considering everything else Nie Huaisang is doing to him, considering Xue Yang's possessiveness at the moment, he doesn't just accept but welcome the slight pressure. The hand in his hair already has his head pulled back but he lets his eyes slip half-shut and presses his throat into that touch, encouraging it. ]

Fuck. That's good.

[ It comes out slightly strained, but obviously aroused. ]

You're mine. I have to make sure you know it.

[Compulsively, Huaisang grips Xue Yang's neck in his hands as if he might wring it at any given moment but he doesn't, instead alternating between gentle caresses and steadily increase in pressure against that windpipe. He continues to work his hips, leaning down to kiss him deeply even as he slowly cuts off the other man's air supply.

He pulls back just a fraction to murmur.]

You need to understand that I own you now.

[His tone's mild and conversational, if a little breathless from exertion. Xue Yang's managed to overpower him through brute strength and Huaisang's wits are too dulled by sensation and need for him to be able properly outsmart him. So leaves making want to stay by edging out the competition and offering him experience he can't easily get from anyone else.]

But first, you're going to have make me come.

[His hands continue to tighten as Huaisang resumes the kiss.]

[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

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