10. Chapter 10

The settee is set low enough that with Luo Fei on his knees, he is of a height with Xiaoman, and her feet touch the floor with ease. Ben has noticed, in his usual way of analyzing skeletal sizings of the people around him, that her feet rarely do when she sits in chairs. To see them planted on the ground now, firm and unshakeable, sends sparks down his spine.

Her thighs are splayed wide, Luo Fei comfortably trapped between her legs like a supplicant worshipping his master. His dress has hiked up so that the hem hangs just below the curve of his ass, displaying the sinful garter straps snaking down to his stockings. Ben has never seen his legs in this light, certainly never in stockings, and realizes that they are pale and trim and slender. He imagines them splayed wide for him, caging his hips.

Ben leans away to the small cupboard kept off to the side of the settee. It has been a long time since he was young and pretty enough to be invited into these rooms by men with rough hands and roving tongues, but nothing has changed. He finds the small, sealed bottle of oil easily enough. They are essentially single use lubricants and replaced once opened, so he has to fight the wax seal to break it.

Luo Fei is looking at him with pure displeasure. Xiaoman looks amused.

“You knew that was there! You knew—”

“Oh for pity’s sake, Luo Fei,” Xiaoman sighs, grabs his chin and yanks him into a kiss.

It is a head rush to watch her practically devour Luo Fei, diving into him straight on without an ounce of shame or teasing. Luo Fei is the one who has to tilt his head and soften his shoulders, curling into her, shuffling forward on his knees to get closer. He whimpers into her mouth and it does things to Ben, who has a sudden and irrepressible need to move.

It is a quick step to land on his own knees behind Luo Fei, shoving his legs apart to make room for himself. He sees the intake of breath Luo Fei takes, even while being kissed. Ben sets the little bottle safely aside and puts his hands upside down on the backs of Luo Fei’s thighs, wrapping his fingers around them, his palms resting just over the top edge of the stockings, his thumbs stroking the garter’s straps. He presses his palms against the pliant skin there and slowly drags them up, and up, turning them out only slightly to get a firm grip on Luo Fei’s ass. It occurs to him only then that Luo Fei, this whole damn time, has not been wearing underwear of any kind. His jaw drops.

He looks up, feeling the delight of it all over his face, to see Xiaoman gazing at him with a soft smile. She’s holding Luo Fei’s face to her neck with a hand firmly on the back of his head, and he is breathing heavily against her.

“We decided underwear would ruin the line of the dress,” she says, her pure, sweet voice laced with a touch of sin.

Ben laughs at that and trails his thumbs over and down into the crack to pull his cheeks apart just a little, just enough that he can see the puckered skin of Luo Fei’s asshole.

It should not arouse him, this coarse sight of a person’s most intimate, filthiest cavity but it does, almost beyond all reason. He stopped analyzing why many years ago, but it still shocks him sometimes. The fact that it is framed by his broad, sadly pale hands and the drape of the hunter green cheongsam is like lightning under his skin.

The fact that it is Luo Fei in his hands makes him dizzy.

Luo Fei’s hips are shifting with small, jerky movements, as if he cannot decide to push back against Ben’s hands or thrust forward. He would be humping against Xiaoman if he does. Ben smiles and tightens his grip on Luo Fei’s ass, leaning forward. Xiaoman has enough time to raise her eyebrows in surprise but her hands are full of Luo Fei so she lets him come at her. He gently kisses her lips at first, then slowly deepens it until their tongues are tangling together and they are both fighting for dominance. He feels Luo Fei squirming between them so Ben pulls away, however reluctantly. She raises her eyebrows in question.

He reaches out to grab Luo Fei’s hands, which have been restlessly moving from Xiaoman’s thighs to the settee to her waist. He moves them in and down until they are resting on the top of Xiaoman’s trousers. She looks up at him breathlessly with wide eyes, but then gives him a small, sharp nod.

“I know you’ve had your fair share of women, but have you ever presented yourself to any of them on your knees, in this dress, looking so lovely for their pleasure?” Ben whispers into Luo Fei’s ear, directing his fingers to the fastenings. Luo Fei shudders, his brightly painted eyelids fluttering. His hands, highlighted by the pearls on nearly every finger, are delicate looking as they work to set Xiaoman free.

Luo Fei’s is shaking, it’s taking him three tries with every button. Xiaoman leans back, her eyes flicking between them, a smile tugging at her lips.

Ben pulls the trousers down a little, and the pants underneath which hang a loose on her frame. “Are these Luo Fei’s?” He laughs.

“Ai!” Luo Fei suddenly speaks up with a toss of his head. “Yes! Verisimilitude in our characters was important! Psychologically speaking, such small—” He stops when Xiaoman slaps a hand over his mouth.

“Hush.”

Wide eyed in surprise and, if Ben is not mistaken, arousal, Luo Fei just nods. Xiaoman removes her hand and leans forward to kiss him, and Luo Fei’s eyes close softly as she lovingly teases at his lips.

Ben uses the distraction to tug her pants down just enough to expose her mound, which is trimmed but not naked, neatly kept up just like her. He grabs hold of one of Luo Fei’s hands again.

“Women get wet when they are aroused,” Ben whispers in his ear, urging Luo Fei’s hand toward her secrets. “I find that fascinating.”

Luo Fei can follow instructions when he wants, and with a sharp exhale he pushes his fingers into her folds, rubbing skillfully, if still a little nervously, at her. Ben can tell she’s already very wet, the pants damp from her leaking, with the sharp, salty smell of her arousal drifting up to his nose.

Luo Fei goes deeper, pushing a finger into Xiaoman who gasps and bows up. “Ah!” Xiaoman snarls and grabs one of Luo Fei’s arms, pulling him harder into their kiss, which has gone wet and sloppy.

Ben hums and leaves them to it, returning to his interest to Luo Fei’s ass. This time he grabs the bottle of oil and pours some on his fingers, then runs them lightly up and down his crack, fondling his balls for a moment before drifting back up. The hem of the cheongsam keeps falling — Luo Fei has a cute, pert ass but not one built for holding anything out of the way — but Ben enjoys watching the heavy silk hiding what he’s doing.

When he circles Luo Fei’s hole with one finger, Luo Fei shudders, drops the kiss with Xiaoman and grabs at her thighs.

“Shhhh, don’t worry. It will feel good,” Xaioman says, running her fingers through his curls. “You want to be good for us, don’t you? You want Ben to take you, don’t you?”

Luo Fei whimpers and nods. The show of submissiveness steals Ben’s breath away. The few times he’s seen Luo Fei this pliable was on the extreme edges of grief or exhaustion, or both. It somehow never occurred to him, in all his countless fantasies, that this is what would take Luo Fei’s biting words away and make him soft.

“I promise to take care of you, Luo Fei. Haven’t I always?” Just as he asks, he pushes his middle finger into him, up to the first knuckle. Luo Fei’s muscles clamp down for a moment, but Ben keeps a slow, steady rhythm to his massage. He tightens is other hand around Luo Fei’s hip to hold him still.

Luo Fei sighs at being held in place, something else Ben files away for later. He keeps working at opening Luo Fei up gently, first one finger, then two. He never, ever in his life would have guessed that he would be taking Luo Fei’s virginity in such a way, but it’s clear Luo Fei has never let anyone do this to him before. Ben feels honored and viciously possessive.

He belongs here, with them, and no one will ever tear him away if he can help it.