When Xing Han Finally Tops Nitocris

There came a day when it finally hit Xing Han with realization.

After day after day where he woke up feeling sore all over, it finally hits him over the head. Why was he the only one who had to feel sore!? He wanted to do things to his lover as well!

It wasn't like he was a virgin that no longer knew what he had to do to please his partner. Why was he always on the bottom, huh?!

Despite whatever insinuations that Nitocris might make that Xing Han would be a terrible top, Xing Han knew that he could do it! He just had to practice!

He'd asked his BFF for his suggestions, but he'd only laughed at him, saying that there were things that he shouldn't stick his nose into.

Fine. To be fair, that did seem like good advice, but Xing Han really wanted to top!

So, what did Xing Han do, you might ask?

Well, he consulted the internet, of course!

And boy, did he regret it. He felt like he'd gone blind from all those images! Whenever someone told him that the internet was a dark place, he'd never make fun of them again! He'd had to comfort himself with some food to bleach the images from his brain.

Still, he had a good enough idea of what to do now.

Xing Han impatiently waited for the day to end so that he could head home and carry out his plan. The time ticked by slowly, and Xing Han felt his nerves acting up.

The only reason why he hadn't already lost his mind was that Kyle was keeping him calm through various texts throughout the day.

The longer it went on, the more he felt like he was unsure of himself. Xing Han lightly touched his pants pocket, feeling the warmed metal through the fabric. This was the solution to his problem.

Since Nitocris always turned the tables on him whenever he tried to make any moves, this was the only way he had left!

The moment the workday ended; Xing Han rushed back home to lie in ambush for his lover.

His cookie was running a bit late today – almost as if he knew that Xing Han had things planned for him.

Still, the time ticked on before he heard the front door open. Xing Han's palms sweated slightly as he waited for Nitocris to approach their bedroom. He'd deliberately left only the bedroom lights on.

The bedroom door creaked open, revealing Nitocris' chiselled form.

"Puppy," the man greeted, shrugging off his outer jacket. He made quick work of his remaining buttons, hanging up his shirt.

Nitocris approached Xing Han, who was nervously fingering the metal in his hands where Nitocris couldn't see it.

"Cookie," Xing Han said, perfectly concealing the tremor that would have appeared in his voice a few years ago.

Nitocris' muscled form leaned over Xing Han's position on the bed, light strands of his hair brushing against Xing Han's face. Xing Han felt like his heart had been brushed with a feather, tickling him.

The form-fitting pants that Nitocris wore everyday hung low on his hips, where the v-line dipped low, leaving much to the imagination.

Nitocris brought up his hand, brushing against Xing Han's face as he tilted his chin up.

Warm lips melded against slightly dry ones, the lovers stealing kisses from each other. Xing Han felt like his breath was being stolen straight out from his lungs. His heart shuddered in his chest – bump, badump.

No one but Nitocris could make him feel this way with just a simple kiss.

The way the man laid affection onto him made Xing Han feel like he was the only one that remained in Nitocris' world – something that was just as dangerous as it was thrilling. It was times like this that he felt the depths of the other man's deep affections for him, threatening to scorch him to mere cinders.

Nitocris nipped Xing Han's lips lightly, where they were parted to allow admission.

The slick muscle brushed against the insides of Xing Han's mouth, mapping out a cave that the other had explored countless number of times. Sometimes with urgency, sometimes slow and coaxing.

And Xing Han – Xing Han gladly drowned in his passion – he gave just as good as he got. He groaned when the low spark of arousal burned in his belly, his hands running up and caressing Nitocris' defined muscles and abs.

When Nitocris' hand returned the favour and trailed up to his side, lightly squeezing, Xing Han snapped out of it, suddenly remembering his goals for tonight.

Ah, seriously! The man was seriously too good at throwing him for a loop. Just a kiss could make Xing Han lose his mind and gladly submit, but no. Not tonight. Tonight, he was going to show his cookie just how much he meant to him!

Before Nitocris could react, Xing Han pushed the other down onto the bed, exchanging positions with him. He then pulled out the handcuffs that had accompanied him for the day, slapping them on his lover's right wrist before attaching the other one to the bars of their headboard.

They were lined with sleek black padding, with a single streak of silver. Just like his cookie's hair.

There was a lull in the room, where Xing Han caught sight of Nitocris' steadily darkening eyes. "Puppy?" the man drawled. His voice was low and slightly hoarse, but he still managed to sound dangerous.

"I did it!" Xing Han cheered, not at all threatened by the voice that Nitocris was using on him. After all, he always used the same tone whenever Xing Han had too much skin ship with Kyle.

Before Nitocris could react, Xing Han disposed of the simple shirt and shorts that he'd been sporting as he waited for his lover to return home, dropping them on the floor.

Xing Han's completely unabashed actions caused Nitocris' eyes to linger as inch after inch of skin was revealed. He could never get enough, and his puppy was being particularly active today.

Xing Han crawled up the bed, trapping Nitocris under his arms.

The man tensed lightly before relaxing into the mattress, non-vocally admitting his surrender for the night.

Xing Han's warm fingers traces lines on Nitocris' skin, his mouth following as he left a trail of hickeys down unblemished skin.

He licked and sucked on the man's neck, his collarbones and finally made his way down to Nitocris' nipple.

Tweaking it, Xing Han was rewarded with a slight jerk from his lover, who was uncharacteristically silent, attaching his mouth to the other.

Working for a while, Xing Han still hadn't heard any sounds coming out of Nitocris' mouth. Looking at the Nitocris from beneath his eyelashes, Xing Han could see that Nitocris had turned his head into the crook of his elbow, hiding his face from him.

Xing Han's eyes glinted as a bad idea occurred to him. He circled his index finger over Nitocris' left nipple, licking the right one. When Nitocris' slightly tensed form relaxed however minutely, Xing Han scraped his teeth over the nub, finally drawing out a cry from the silent man as the chains from the handcuff rattled.

Nitocris finally lifted his face from where he had hidden it, glaring at him, and Xing Han immediately realized why.

The man's face was painted a light blush of pink that he'd never seen before, and instantly, Xing Han was harder than he'd ever been. The thought that he was the one to put that expression on Nitocris' face caused the arousal that had been burning at a low flame to kick up a notch until it felt like he was about to be scorched from inside out.

Suddenly, the man's various phrases about wanting to hide 'his puppy' away made a lot more sense. If he looked anything like how Nitocris looked right now, then Xing Han understood his desire a lot more.

"No hiding," Xing Han said, his voice dropping to a tone that it only ever took on when they were in the bedroom. He was almost purring, with how satisfied he felt right now.

Nitocris stubbornly remained silent, his glare not abating at all.

Xing Han just teasingly scraped his teeth over the other neglected nipple, drawing a harsh breath from the man.

"Puppy," Nitocris growled, but the tone of his voice gave away how breathless he really felt. His thought process was jumbling together with the things that Xing Han continuously inflicted onto his body.

It just encouraged Xing Han more to work harder and draw out more of those filthy sounds from him.

By the time Xing Han made his way down to the man's well-defined abs, Xing Han flicked open the button that was keeping Nitocris' pants closed, pulling them off without any fight on Nitocris' part.

Xing Han made a sound of amusement when he realized that Nitocris had gone commando under the pants, his erection springing free.

Xing Han gave the man's erection two pumps before pulling his hand away. Nitocris' erection was already leaking a substantial amount of precum.

Xing Han grabbed the lube from their bedside drawer. While he warmed up the lube on his fingers, he licked a stripe up Nirocris' sizable erection, making sure to look him straight in the eyes.

After having slept together so many times, Xing Han already knew all the things that got his lover hotter than usual.

Sure enough, Nitocris made another audible sound as he saw Xing Han's lips wrap around his erection, his eyes looking at him from under his eyelashes.

Nitocris' felt himself twitch when Xing Han stared at him with such sultry eyes. He didn't think he could ever get used to the change that the no-longer-innocent puppy underwent as long as they were in the bedroom.

His mind was steadily going hazy under the puppy's ministrations to his body, but it wasn't something that he was fighting even while it scared him slightly. He trusted his puppy, just like his puppy trusted him.

Which was why, despite Xing Han's clearly suspicious actions when he had returned home, he still allowed it to happen. The other man was clearly about to make his move – at long last. Nitocris had not been subtle with the hints he dropped, challenging Xing Han's 'prowess' as a top.

While Nitocris was distracted by the wet suction on his dick, Xing Han's hand wasn't being idle. By the time Nitocris realized what was happening, Xing Han had already pressed a slick digit into his warm heat, pulling a hitch in the man's breath.

Before Nitocris had a chance to get used to the intruding appendage, Xing Han pressed another one in, causing his head to fall back onto the mattress, a groan pulled out from his lips.

The flush on his face grew darker, spreading down from his cheeks to a lovely flush on his neck, down to his shoulders.

Xing Han could have watched on for eternity as his lover fell apart because of his actions.

He was right. Nitocris definitely preferred it rough. While the teasing licks and sucks did get him hot, what really set him off was the nips and bites.

Right now, Nitocris was clenching down on his fingers, and his breathing had become unsteady and breathless.

Nitocris was indeed steadily losing his mind as Xing Han played around with his body's reactions – he had inadvertently discovered that Nitocris just about lost his mind whenever there was a tinge of pain mixed with pleasure.

It was the reason why Nitocris always came harder whenever Xing Han raked his nails down his back during their lovemaking.

Thinking up to this point, Xing Han didn't give his lover a third finger.

When he pulled out, Nitocris' entrance fluttered, like he wanted more.

Xing Han pulled off his erection with a pop, the trail of saliva linking his pink lips to Nitocris' erection.

Nitocris' eyes were hazy and unfocused, a far cry from its usual sharp and clear state, a testament to Xing Han's growing prowess. The more Xing Han experimented and touched him, the more Nitocris felt like he was losing his mind. His thoughts were already foggy and disjointed; his entire world narrowing down to Xing Han's presence and his touch alone.

Xing Han coated his erection with an ample amount of lube since his lover definitely wasn't stretched out enough for this to be entirely painless. He didn't want to make it overly painful, even if his cookie did seem to enjoy it so far.

Xing Han moved further up the bed, tangling his hand in Nitocris' slightly messy hair. The sight was another turn on for him since his hair was usually immaculate and styled to perfection.

Tugging lightly on the strands, Nitocris arched his head into the grip, letting out an obscene groan, his neck a siren's song for Xing Han to bite him.

And bite him he did. The moment Xing Han bit at the neck that he'd marked with a few hickeys, he entered his lover with a single thrust before he could clench down, burying himself fully until his balls met Nitocris' fluttering hole.

When he was fully seated, Nitocris clenched down on Xing Han's large cock in a moment of delayed reaction – and it was definitely above average – it was even slightly bigger than his own.

The combined assault of pain and pleasure pulled a scream out of Nitocris, the loudest sound he'd made yet tonight. Xing Han made an answering groan as Nitocris' entrance fluttered around his dick, tightly squeezing and letting go the next moment in a filthy chain of actions.

Nitocris' eyes fluttered, and Xing Han brushed his lips against his fluttering lids even when he started thrusting without giving the other time to adjust.

There was an answering chorus of muffled moans and cries that he ripped out from Nitocris' mouth, and the man's lashes were wet with unshed tears. He still had the presence of mind to censor himself from making those embarrassing sounds.

The pain and pleasure that mixed together was an exquisite cocktail that sent Nitocris on a high that he'd never experienced before – he didn't even know what side was up. He didn't even remember his own name as he clung onto Xing Han's shoulder with his free arm.

The chain that kept his right hand captured continued to rattle in time to Xing Han's powerful thrusts.

Xing Han changed the angle he was thrusting and was rewarded when Nitocris didn't even have the forethought to try and muffle himself. Instead, the sounds that left Nitocris' mouth were uncensored and enthralling.

Xing Han couldn't get enough.

The squeeze around his dick was wet and tight, but it was really the sight of Nitocris' tears that clung to his lashes like crystalline tears that really got him going. He'd never seen Nitocris make these kinds of expressions before, and his heart sung seeing the new sides of his lover.

Xing Han never thought he might share Nitocris' slightly nasty streak in bed, but if he reacted like Nitocris was, then he really could understand the appeal of it.

Xing Han incessantly hammered the spot that was causing Nitocris to see stars. Forget his name, he could only recall Xing Han's name, saying it in broken syllables as they were punctuated with his moans.

"X- ah, Xing Hahn," Nitocris tried to growl out, but with the way he looked and the way his voice was completely breathless, it had little to no threat to it.

Had it been anyone else, Nitocris would never have let them see him this vulnerable, but it was his puppy, and he couldn't even put up a modicum of defence up against his lover.

Xing Han was slowly but steadily driving him insane with the repeated thrusts onto the spot that was causing his mind to slip further under the wave of pleasant and overwhelming emotions.

Nitocris tried to scramble away from the overwhelming amounts of pleasure that the other was inflicting him with, but because he was chained to the headboard, there was nothing that he could do except take it.

Xing Han pressed their lips together, exchanging a sloppy kiss. Neither of them was in the right state of mind to have a battle of dominance at this point in time.

When Nitocris' hole started clenching around him harder, Xing Han knew that he was getting close, and so was he.

Xing Han brought his free hand down to pump Nitocris' leaking erection, drawing a gasp from him as he buried his head into the mattress. His hand jerked on the chain as they reflexively wanted to clutch at Xing Han, only to be thwarted.

Xing Han growled, seeing all of his reflexive actions. The thought that Nitocris was here at his mercy almost sent him over the edge.

Speeding up the hand that was pumping Nitocris' erection in time with his thrusts, Xing Han leaned down to whisper in his ears.

"Cum for me, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. He lightly scraped the side of his nail against the head of Nitocris' dick, and the effects were instantaneous.

The words barely registered in Nitocris' mind before he came explosively, the tide crashing over him without anything to stop it together with the pain and pleasure from everywhere. He clenched down hard on Xing Han's dick as his back arched off the bed, cumming.

Xing Han buried himself to the hilt one last time before he came inside his lover, continuing with shallow thrusts as he elongated the pleasure that both of them were feeling.

Both men were breathless from their activity, the flush remaining on both of their faces.

The blush from Nitocris' face finally started receding as he caught his breath and regained his mind. The various actions that he'd allowed himself to make embarrassed him greatly, but seeing Xing Han's glow, he could hardly bring himself to wish he'd done it differently.

Nitocris pressed his foot against Xing Han lightly. "Get out already, puppy." Right now, all he wanted to do was shower and go to bed, never mind his rumbling stomach.

Then, horrifyingly, he felt Xing Han's dick twitch inside him, growing bigger again.

Nitocris' eyes widened slightly. "Wait-" only to be cut off with a groan that Xing Han drew out from him as he thrusted.

"One more time…"

-

The next morning, Nitocris was sore all over. No wonder Xing Han always complained that he had to go a bit easier on him. He definitely knew why now. The other man hadn't let him off until the wee hours of the morning, and he was feeling it now.

His entire body ached in unknown places, but it was a pleasant ache that lingered. Nitocris clenched down slightly, feeling an answering burst of pain and pleasure that reminded him of their lovemaking.

Still, there was work to be done today that could not be put off.

He made to get off the bed, but his lip twitched slightly when he realized that he was still connected to the handcuffs. His face darkened slightly.

"Puppy, wake up," he said, poking at his sleeping lover.

"Mmh," Xing Han murmured, wrapping his arms around Nitocris' waist in a move that spoke of the casual claim that he was staking over the man. At any other time, his heart would have done flipflops in his chest, but not right now – even if they did, he wasn't admitting it right now.

"Puppy. The handcuffs," Nitocris said, his voice low and threatening. It was not comfortable to continue lying here with one arm trapped above his head – a testament to how his puppy had completely worn him out the night before that he managed to sleep so soundly.

Xing Han rubbed his eyes, rolling out of bed. He dug around in the clothes that were strewn onto the floor, only to freeze.

Nitocris had a bad feeling.

"Erm… I… lost it?"

"You lost the key?" Nitocris said slowly. He didn't know what expression on was on his face, but Xing Han paled and scrambled around.

"Wait, wait, wait. I should have an extra somewhere. I remember it came with two!"

There was the sound of Xing Han scrambling as he searched high and low outside of their room.

Nitocris silently closed his eyes.

-

Nitocris worked silently in his office, away from the prying eyes of his subordinates. While they shouldn't have the foggiest idea of what had actually happened, he knew that they must have realized that something was off with his normal gait.

Even though they didn't know what happened, that didn't mean that it didn't feel like they did anyway.

It made him feel like killing someone.

His office door burst open, and Nitocris' glare would have sent the person six feet under if it was able to kill, but then softened when he realized that it was Xing Han who had intruded, which was about right.

After all, who else would dare to so brazenly intrude into his office that way? Even his self-proclaimed little brother Kyle knocked even if he never waited for an answer.

Xing Han shut the door behind him and locked it, causing Nitocris' brows to rise.

He held up a small, white bag, making a beeline towards Nitocris.

"Cookie, I brought help!"

"Help?"

"Yes, help!"

"Stop. What are you going to do with that ointment?"

"Why, apply it of course?"

There were the sounds of bitten off curses and groans – Nitocris' subordinates all paled and evacuated themselves from the floor. Who knew what the boss would do to them if he saw them?!

The next day, Nitocris got his office soundproofed, both frightening and relieving his subordinates at the same time.