This dish is poisoned

“If you came to me, it means you’ve prepared. Show me your hole.” Jin Guangyao looks at him with his innocent gaze, which has already become a part of him, confusing everyone. Nie Mingjue seems to be immune to this look, preventing him from falling for the cunning trick. But somewhere deep inside his soul, something trembles. He was already used to this secret visits. Almost. Today, Jin Guangyao meets him right from the threshold of the guest quarters. He presents his thin but incredibly flexible body on silk sheets to him, like a dish at a recent feast his father gave. Nie Mingjue is in no hurry to start the banquet; he knows this dish is poisoned. Jin Guangyao rolls onto his stomach with the grace of a snake, his smooth movements mesmerizing. His knees slip on the silk, but he lifts his ass up to do what his da-ge demands. “Da-gee…” he draws, and there are weeping notes in his voice, as if such an order offends him. This infuriates Nie Mingjue so much, but it also makes him shudder in anticipation. He grabs Jin Guangyao’s thigh more roughly than he planned to pull him closer to him. He opens his ass cheeks, spreading them with his thumbs. The hole between them is already glistering with oil. Nie Mingjue wasn’t mistaken. This brat prepared himself, knowing his tough temper. Jin Guangyao looks over his shoulder at him, half of his face buried in the pillow. His visible eye already shines in the dark room, and his raised eyebrows slightly wrinkled his forehead. He looks innocent, like he was forced to do this, but his exposed hole is already quivering with anticipation. Nie Mingjue knows how greedily he can take his cock. He pulls aside the hem of his outer robes and lowers his pants from his hips to reveal only his cock. It is already half hard. A pleasant weight lies between the spread ass cheeks. Jin Guangyao’s hips thrust towards him, desiring to stab himself immediately on the hot flesh. But Nie Mingjue holds him tightly, his fingers squeezing his ass. Jin Guangyao whines under him. He was accustomed to Nie Mingjue taking him forcefully, driving into his ass in one thrust. But Nie Mingjue wants to teach him a lesson. His cock slides between the ass cheeks, teasing the thirsty hole with its tip. The hole shrinks from each movement, as if it wants to catch a cock in. Jin Guangyao is moaning into his pillow underneath him, as if crying from not being able to get what he wants. His thin body arches as he tries to free himself from the tight grip, but Nie Mingjue presses his palm between his shoulder blades, holding him still. “It’s obvious that you spent so many years in a brothel,” he says hoarsely, not embarrassed to touch on a sore subject. “You want so badly to be fucked.” Jin Guangyao’s fingers grip the sheets tighter. This is the only sign that the words hurt him. But his cock is still leaking, and the hole, red from the friction, opens up, beckoning to use it. Nie Mingjue is hard to resist. The large head presses on the loose muscles, but does not slip inside. Nie Mingjue holds Jin Guangyao on the tip of his cock, and Jin Guangyao impatiently squirms under his hand on the slippery silk, moaning his unchanging “da-ge”. This makes Nie Mingjue want to push into him roughly to turn this groan into a scream, and finally spill out tears in Jin Guangyao’s eyes. But the head slips between the ass cheeks, not bringing satisfaction to either of them. With this brat, Nie Mingjue turned into a masochist, too. His cock is already hard, and the swollen veins on it tease the sensitive hole. Nie Mingjue’s breath hitches at the mere sight of his cock peeking between the ass cheeks. Jin Guangyao arches under him, as if he was about to break. Nie Mingjue involuntarily releases the pressure of his palm between his shoulder blades. He had already broken him once while having rough sex. Now he’s more careful. “Da-ge, what did I do wrong this time that you are so cruel to me?” Jin Guangyao’s voice is pitiful, and Nie Mingjue’s cock twitches involuntarily. He falls for these intonations every time, and this time is no exception. The large head thrusts into the hole, slippery from oil and pre-come. Jin Guangyao arches, moans and squeezes the large cock tightly inside his hole, not wanting to let it go anymore. But Nie Mingjue no longer wants to indulge him. The tip leaves the hole, and it twitches desperately with a feeling of emptiness, as if trying to catch the elusive pleasure. Nie Mingjue torments Jin Guangyao, either giving him what he wants, thrusting inside with only a tip, or taking away the pleasure and pulling his cock out. “Please, da-ge,” Jin Guangyao moans, tears rolling down his cheek from his closed eye. His body is trembling with tension and the inability to get what he wants. He pleads, whimpering and writhing as he tries to push on the cock on his own. His pathetic appearance is out of sync with how perverted his body language is, but Nie Mingjue feels an incoming orgasm curling up in his lower abdomen. A sharp thrust with his hips causes Jin Guangyao to slide his chest across the sheets. Nie Mingjue cums deep inside and a broken scream cuts his stifled growl off. Jin Guangyao’s whole body trembles and his hole throbs with orgasm, squeezing the cock inside of him. Nie Mingjue loosens his grip, and Jin Guangyao slumps against the soiled sheets, falling his own mess, still lewdly exposed to his da-ge. Now it’s even more pleasant to look at his hole, dripping with seed. The slowly shrinking edges of the hole are covered in cum like icing, and now Nie Mingjue will not refuse to taste this dish.