AN: So sorry for the late upload. Had a busy day yesterday. Happy reading. I will see you in the comments later.
The sight of Jian Rui, bent over and ready for him, sent a fresh jolt of pure lust through Stannis. He had known the moment Jian Rui walked in that this was the goal, but seeing the preparation, the sheer intent, made his heart hammer against his ribs. The thought that Jian Rui wanted him, needed him, even just to vent, was intoxicating. He rolled the condom on with practiced speed.
Jian Rui turned his head, glancing over his shoulder. "Why are you in a daze? You better not be thinking of some other bitch."
"Rui," Stannis breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He moved closer, placing one possessive hand on Jian Rui’s throat, his touch gentle but undeniably firm. He leaned down and bit down on the muscle of Jian Rui’s shoulder, right through his shirt. "In this life and the next, you are the only one for me."
Jian Rui winced at the sharp sting. "Are you a dog?"
Stannis soothed the bite with a wet, open-mouthed lick. "I am your dog. I am only loyal to you, Rui. Let me love you." His other hand pulled Jian Rui’s pants down further, exposing him completely. He spat into his palm, wetting his fingers, and pressed one against Jian Rui’s entrance, rubbing slow circles. "Let me love you."
He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against that tight, perfect ring of muscle. He pushed, just an inch, and they both groaned at the sensation. "I will never leave you." He pushed again, another inch, the stretch burning so good. "You feel like heaven. My heaven." He leaned over him, his chest pressed against Jian Rui’s back, his mouth at his ear. "I will make you feel good and forget your troubles." He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
Jian Rui’s world dissolved into a white-hot point of sensation. A groan was torn from his throat, his eyes squeezing shut so tightly he saw stars behind his eyelids. The polished wood of the desk was cool and unyielding beneath his splayed fingers, a stark contrast to the fire raging through his veins.
Pain. Pleasure. They were a twisted, inseparable braid, each brutal thrust from the man behind him sending a fresh, electric shock through his system.
"Let me be your man," Stannis whispered, his voice a low, silken thread in the heated air. It was a promise, a threat, a seduction. His lips brushed the shell of Jian Rui’s ear, his breath hot. "I promise I will make you happy."
The words coiled around Jian Rui’s will, a serpent’s gentle hiss offering a poisoned apple he was desperate to taste. He could only press his forehead harder against the desk, a low sound of surrender rumbling in his chest.
Stannis’s free hand, which had been splayed possessively on Jian Rui’s hip, slid up. The fabric of Jian Rui’s shirt was a frustrating barrier. With a low, impatient growl, Stannis’s fingers slipped beneath the material, finding the tight, peaked nub of a nipple. He caressed and pinched it.
Jian Rui cried out, his back arching as he got up from the desk. The sharp, bright sting was a lightning strike, immediately followed by a deep, throbbing ache of need. Fuck. It was exactly what he didn’t know he wanted.
"You like that, huh?" Stannis murmured, his voice thick with approval. He began to move again, his thrusts changing from a merciless pace to something deeper, more measured. Each drive of his hips was a deliberate, soul-scorching plunge... long, hard and Perfect. Jian Rui could feel every inch of him, a devastatingly thick stretch that burned so good.
He pushed back, meeting Stannis’s rhythm, his ass clenching around the delicious intrusion. The movement drew a ragged sound from Stannis, a crack in his controlled exterior. His hands became more urgent, roaming Jian Rui’s skin as if memorizing the landscape of him. His fingers returned to Jian Rui’s nipples, twisting and toying with them through the thin cotton of his shirt until the fabric was damp with sweat and the nubs were painfully, exquisitely sensitive.
Stannis leaned over him, his broad chest a furnace against Jian Rui’s back. He enveloped him, his scent, clean sweat and expensive cologne, filling Jian Rui’s lungs. It was more than physical; it felt like Stannis was covering him with his very aura, a claiming so potent it felt like it was staining his skin, branding him for anyone to see.
Jian Rui’s cries grew more frantic, his voice climbing higher with every relentless snap of Stannis’s hips. He was teetering on a precipice, the coil of pleasure in his gut wound impossibly tight.
Suddenly, Stannis stilled. In one fluid, powerful motion, he spun Jian Rui around. The world tilted. Jian Rui’s back hit the desk, everything scattering. Stannis’s eyes were black with hunger, fixed on him. He made quick work of Jian Rui’s pants, yanking them and his underwear down his thighs in one rough, eager pull.
Before Jian Rui could even process the cooler air on his heated skin, Stannis had hooked his hands under his knees, lifting his legs and draping them over his broad shoulders. The position bent Jian Rui almost in half, exposing him completely, making him feel utterly vulnerable and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.
Stannis’s own pants were riding low on his hips, showcasing the sharp cut of them, the powerful flex of his abdomen as he positioned himself. It was an alluring, raw image of pure masculine need.
He didn’t hesitate. He thrusted hard.
"Fuck!" The angle was different, deeper, hitting a spot inside Jian Rui that made his vision blur. A broken sob escaped his lips. Stannis set a punishing rhythm, each movement jolting through Jian Rui’s entire body.
"Look at you," Stannis gritted out, his voice rough. "Taking me so fucking deep. You feel incredible." His hand snaked between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around Jian Rui’s leaking cock. The touch was electric, a direct line to the nuclear reactor threatening to melt down in Jian Rui’s core.
Stannis stroked him in time with his thrusts, a perfect, filthy rhythm. Up. In. Down. Deep. The pressure built, a screaming tidal wave of sensation. Jian Rui could feel his own control shredding, his mind emptying of everything but the feel of this man—his grip, his cock, his overwhelming presence.
"I’m gonna... Stannis, I’m..." he gasped, his hips stuttering.
"Come for me," Stannis commanded, his rhythm never faltering. "Let me feel it. Shoot that hot fucking load all over my hand."