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[personal profile] fanoperator 2024-03-25 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huaisang moans as James' hand curls over the back of his neck. His cock throbs and his hole clenches around James' shaft. It's one of his most sensitive spots, and he loves being grabbed or bitten at the back of his neck. This is his favorite position, being pinned down and fucked from behind, and the firm grip on his neck sends his primal brain all the cues that turn him on most: trapped, claimed, desired. It frees him of his insecurities and lets him just surrender to the pleasure of what he wants.

He ruts back against James as best he can, straining a little against James' hand pinning him down, resisting that grip only in his greed for more of James, resisting in order to enjoy how firmly he's pinned.]
Harder, please, sir. Tell me I'm your bitch, your toy.
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[personal profile] fanoperator 2024-03-30 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huaisang cries out with each of those pounding thrusts, bucking against James as he gets closer. It's much harder to think when James is fucking him rough and fast like this, and Huaisang wants to just revel in those filthy words, the bite to his neck. He's been given a command and he tries to focus on it, tries to form words in reply.]

Please, sir, [he begs, even though he's lost all sense of what he's begging for other than more.] Fill me up. Claim me. [His cries are rising quickly in pitch, and he bucks again and again as he gets closer, struggling blindly against James' grip until he comes with a scream, body clenching hard around James' cock.]
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[personal profile] fanoperator 2024-04-07 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huaisang cries out at each thrust as James drives into him, drawing out the length of his orgasm until the intensity of it is almost painful, and his struggling increases, trying to ease the overwhelming sensations.

When James finishes, Huaisang melts against the ottoman, limp and panting. His mind feels like it's floating on a haze of pleasure, and he can't put any of his thoughts together. He doesn't yet remember what the plan is or what they're doing next. He's pleasantly dazed, enjoying the warmth of their bodies together and the feel of James still inside him.]
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[personal profile] fanoperator 2024-04-15 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Huaisang gives a little whimper as James pulls out, leaving him empty, sore, and clenching around nothing, but a moment later he yelps as the plug settles inside him, slick and hard. He shifts a little, groaning softly as his body adjusts, muscles tightening down against the base of the plug.

Lifting himself up on his elbows, Huaisang looks over his shoulder, studying James for a moment as he decides whether he's going to stay put on the ottoman until instructed otherwise or if he's going to take the initiative to seek further contact. He decides quickly enough that he prefers the role of spoiled pet more than obedient slave, so he crawls up onto the couch, intending to lounge across James' lap so that he can be petted and toyed with while they watch the movie.]