Jiang Cheng, a spy working under the Yunmeng police force, cautiously scanned the office before him. It was dark- luckily the spy had a small torch on him. Quickly switching the tool on, he used it to search the office for documents, photos- anything that could incriminate Lan Xichen, the wealthy CEO of Lan corporation, as the secret mafia boss he was rumoured to be.
As he searched through the drawers under the CEO’s desk, he heard something move behind him.
The lights flashed on.
“What do you think you’re doing, naughty kitty?” purred a velvety smooth voice from behind. Jiang Cheng whipped his head around, but before he could react, his arms were twisted around behind his back and he was shoved to the ground by a pair of strong hands. His eyes widened. ShitShitShit. He had been caught.
The man restraining him gave a laugh.
“My, my. I come back from my lovely business meeting to see a little kitten rummaging through my documents! Now that won’t do at all.”
Jiang Cheng turned his head towards the ground in an attempt to obscure his face- shit he should have brought a mask! - but noticing his actions, the man grabbed his chin, forcefully turning his face towards him. With his head tilted in an upwards direction, Jiang Cheng could finally see the face of his attacker.
“......”
His eyes widened as he looked upon the face of an extremely attractive and surprisingly young man. He wore a dark navy business suit of startlingly good quality (he had never seen such fine material before), and a lighter coloured tie paired with a white collar shirt. His long, dark hair was tied in a low ponytail and swept to the side.
This is the secret mafia boss and CEO, Lan Xichen? He was younger than he had imagined.
Lan Xichen upon seeing his face gave a sudden smirk, tilting his chin up more to get a better look. His eyes had grown dark. “Oh? Well you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?” he purred again, licking his lips seductively. Jiang Cheng’s eyes subconsciously followed his tongue.
“S-shut up!” he managed, silently cursing his stutter.
“Oh? Feisty as well.”
Jiang Cheng growled.
The other man’s eyes roamed the spy’s body, seeming to search for something… or was he checking him out? Jiang Cheng suddenly felt slightly self-conscious in his tight-fitting clothing.
“I know you have a weapon hidden somewhere, little kitten. You wouldn’t come into my den unarmed, would you? Unless… you wanted to be caught?” He whispered, his voice possessing a playful lilt at the end.
“What are you talking about- ” The spy’s breath hitched as he felt a hand firmly squeeze his ass. This bastard-
“Now where could it be, I wonder?” Lan Xichen asked innocently.
“Is it here?” A hand brushed against his thigh.
“Is it here?” A hand ran down his back.
“Or is it… here?” On the last word he grabbed Jiang Cheng’s cock, eliciting a gasp from the other.
He started to heatedly stroke Jiang Cheng’s cock through his pants, his long, slender fingers expertly hitting his sensitive areas. His movements turned the other into a writhing, moaning mess. Jiang Cheng’s body jolted with every skilful stroke the other man made.
Jiang Cheng cried out when Lan Xichen started rubbing his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. He had let go of both of Jiang Cheng’s arms by now to play with both his chest and his cock. Lan Xichen rubbed them in a circular motion, squeezing and pulling the now-erect nubs through the fabric. The pain mixed in with pleasure made Jiang Cheng moan louder than before.
Jiang Cheng’s arms were both free, but he made no move to retaliate, too swept away in the pleasure the man was giving him. Instead, his shaky hands clawed at the ground in search of support.
His loud gasps and moans echoed throughout the empty office, magnified by the sheer size of it. His face flushed- it was too humiliating, too sinful, that it was he himself who was making all those dirty noises, whilst the man doing these things to him kept up a nonchalant smile on his face.
He hated how casual Lan Xichen still looked, above him, while he was all dishevelled, his clothes in disarray, his face flushed bright red. He must look quite a sight.
Maybe it was the intensity of the situation. Maybe the adrenaline mixed with the dangers of lust had affected him. Whatever the reason, he didn’t care.
Without warning, Jiang Cheng fiercely pulled the man down by his tie and into a deep kiss, forcing his tongue through the Lan Xichen’s lips.
The other’s surprise showed on his face for a second, before reverting back to his usual, smirking look as he reciprocated the other’s kiss. “How bold of you, kitten,” he whispered seductively.
Jiang Cheng did not reply, instead opting to silence the man by kissing him further.
“I’m- mm- gonna fucking kill you…” he growled in between the rough kisses.
Lan Xichen smiled into the kiss. “You can certainly try.”
Jiang Cheng ended the kiss by fiercely biting the other’s bottom lip, causing it to bleed slightly.
The other only smiled, licking the blood off his lip sensuously. “I believe it is time we start our main course.”
With that final statement, Lan Xichen swiftly withdrew a knife from his sleeve, the blade glinting threateningly under the lights.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened. Is he planning to-
Lan Xichen smirked at the other's reaction.
“Oh? Has my knife gotten you scared, kitten? You tensed up when I took it out.”
The mafia boss started twirling the knife lazily between his fingers.
“But don’t worry. I won’t hurt you if you behave,” he said threateningly, as he stopped playing with his knife and brought it close to Jiang Cheng’s body.
Without warning, he started to skilfully slice through the spy’s clothing, the cool steel of the knife making Jiang Cheng gasp whenever it made contact with his too hot skin. Lan Xichen first cut through Jiang Cheng’s shirt, revealing his bright red nipples, still swollen from the rubbing earlier. He made sure to only cut bits and pieces- the small peeks that one could get of the spy’s pale, sweet flesh was enough to give make one extremely aroused.
Lan Xichen smirked before softly pressing his lips on a spot just below the other’s ear. Jiang Cheng’s breath hitched. Lan Xichen’s lips and teeth continued to taste every inch of his neck, leaving behind a small trail of bright red marks. He nibbled his way down till he reached Jiang Cheng’s collarbone which he bit a little bit harder than before, eliciting a loud moan from the spy. He continued to leave wet butterfly kisses until he got to the smaller man’s nipples. He blew some cold air on them, causing Jiang Cheng to shiver.
“D-don’t…” Jiang Cheng started to say. His eyes widened as he watched Lan Xichen’s smile grow. Without warning, the mafia boss started to play with his right nipple. He pinched it hard with his teeth, his smirk widening as he heard Jiang Cheng moan. He kept on sucking, biting and licking the small bud, before moving to the other one to apply the same treatment.
After having his fill of the spy’s chest, Lan Xichen moved onto the pants, swiftly cutting through the tight-fitting and thin material. He smirked when he saw the pants already soaked from precome. Jiang Cheng’s cheeks were aflame as he realised what the other was focusing on.
The slicing action revealed Jiang Cheng’s sweet ass that was just begging to be slapped. Jiang Cheng was spun roughly, his back now facing the taller man. The spy was ready to complain but his words got stuck in his throat. He gasped when he felt a hard smack land on his left cheek. He swallowed dryly, waiting for another slap. His blush deepened as he realized that he was looking forward to it. Lan Xichen seemed to notice too.
“I might be wrong, but does my kitten want to be spanked?” His voice had gone an octave deeper.
Another slap landed on Jiang Cheng’s right cheek. Lan Xichen took his time alternating the slaps from one cheek to another. The spy felt like his ass was burning. The flesh turned red and soon he started to feel uncomfortable. He tried to move, but Lan Xichen’s hands were keeping him in place. Without warning, the mafia boss lowered his head and bit one of the two burning red cheeks. Jiang Cheng cried out.
“Please.” The sound came out like a beg.
Lan Xichen licked his lips.
Jiang Cheng shivered at the other’s intense gaze- it was as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Finally, the man started to strip off his clothing. As if to tease him, Lan Xichen unzipped his suit pants at an extremely slow pace.
“Hurry up,” the spy growled.
“Such impatience.”
Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes passionately. “I can always find someone else to do this if you keep on playing like that. Hurry up and put your dick in already.” Lan Xichen gave him a look that caused Jiang Cheng to smile triumphantly.
"Uh-uh-uh," the man tutted. "If you want my dick, you'll have to beg for it."
Jiang Cheng clenched his teeth. Fucking asshole!
"Come now, be a good boy. All you'll have to say is 'please fuck me.' Quite simple, no?”
Jiang Cheng really did not have the patience for this. All he wanted to do right now was plunge himself onto Lan Xichen’s stupidly large dick.
Finally choosing his lust over his pride, Jiang Cheng steeled himself for the words he was going to say.
"P-please fuck me." he whispered.
"Louder."
"Please fuck me."
"My ears are currently not working."
"FUCK ME PLEASE.” Jiang Cheng choked in his beg.
The other smirked. “That’s a good boy.”
Without warning he pushed inside with one single hard thrust.
Jiang Cheng’s breath hitched at the sudden intrusion.
Lan Xichen was big, bigger than anyone he’s ever had.
“Ah, so tight down here- haven’t had anyone in a while, have you?” The dirty talk coming out of the other’s mouth only contributed in making Jiang Cheng harder.
It hurt like hell, having it raw, with no preparation . Lan Xichen was planting kisses on the smaller man’s tensed back. His hands found their way to the man’s chest and started playing again with his nipples.
“Relax kitten.” whispered the mafia boss.
Jiang Cheng tried his hardest to fight back tears. He bit his lower lip so hard it started bleeding. He inhaled and exhaled a few times trying to get used to the big length inside him. When Lan Xichen felt the tightness becoming looser he gave the man a last kiss on the shoulder before grabbing Jiang Cheng’s hips with both hands. He slowly started to pull back until only the tip was inside the spy. He licked his lips before finally thrusting in again, admiring how the muscles squeezed around him so tightly.
“You feel so good baby. So perfect,” he praised Jiang Cheng, drawing a moan from him. He continued to thrust hard, trying to find a specific spot inside the other. He knew he found it as soon as Jiang Cheng arched his back, screaming.
Lan Xichen began hitting his prostate with almost every thrust. Jiang Cheng was in bliss.
“There!” he screamed ferally. The spy was sure he was seeing stars whenever Lan Xichen hit that sweet spot. Not too long after, Jiang Cheng felt heat welling up in his lower abdomen. His mind was a mess as his body started to reach its peak.
“X-Xichen please, I’m coming.” He cried as Lan Xichen hurried his thrusts. It was a good thing that Lan Xichen was pressing so hard on him and holding him up because his legs collapsed as soon as he came, the white fluid spraying all over the floor beneath him.
Lan Xichen stopped moving but didn’t take his cock out. Jiang Cheng looked back at the man frowning. “Aren’t you going to….”
His eyes widened at the lust-filled look in the other’s eyes. “You may be done, but I am not,” the mafia boss growled. Jiang Cheng felt a shiver run down his spine. To his shock, Lan Xichen continued to thrust into him. Slowly at first but soon his pace increased.
“Wait, please I just came-” Jiang Cheng was screaming from oversensitivity. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” Lan Xichen bit hard on his neck, the pressure of his hands increased on his hips. Jiang Cheng was certain he would have some purple marks there in the morning as well.
Finally, Lan Xichen came inside Jiang Cheng, holding him so close that the other man could feel his fast heartbeat. After a few seconds he pulled out of him.
The mafia boss let out a deep sigh of satisfaction, wiping the sweat from his brow. He quickly moved to help the spy who still lay collapsed on the floor.
"...my ass hurts," Jiang Cheng groaned. The initially sensual mood had transitioned into a light-hearted one.
Lan Xichen stifled a laugh. "You were the one who suggested this in the first place."
"And I'm starting to have second thoughts about it."
The ‘mafia boss’ carefully picked up his boyfriend, bridal style, and carried him over to the bathroom. Setting Jiang Cheng down on a stool, he then started to adjust the temperature of the shower water. "You cannot deny that it was extremely enjoyable- we should do it again sometime."
After cleaning themselves up and changing into their nightwear, they quickly returned to their bedroom, settling themselves comfortably under the sheets. Jiang Cheng snuggled in close to Lan Xichen, his arms tightly wrapped around the other’s back. "Night, mister ceo," he whispered affectionately.
The other smiled lovingly, quickly giving Jiang Cheng a little kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, kitten.”
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