wangxian pet play ! (visuals mostly based on moose's subxian art <3)

it's already an arrangement between them. they often do it on weekends. this time, wei ying wishes to wear a collar and to be put on a leash.

and he's in luck--lan zhan has bought him a brand new set.

they start with undressing wwx, because pets don't wear clothes.

lwj gives him the command and makes sure the apartment heating is on, the air inside warm and nice, and the windows and their balcony door closed. (this is also a reason for their big, white faux fur mat.)

lwj goes to change as well. he puts on some black slacks and a white dress shirt. as a last minute touch up he wears a pair of black faux-leather half-gloves. he takes the leash and the collar with him and finds wwx who has undressed and is waiting for him in the living room.

he's sits cross legged on the floor. when lwj walks in, his eyes perk up and he meets lwj's with a smile.

he is so excited. he loves this bit--loves to be leashed by lwj. he's not in the headspace yet, really, but he'll get there. he's feeling so warm already.

when he sees the set lwj is holding he gets a bit surprised. he notices it's white. he hasn't seen that one before. is it new?

his heart beats a tad faster as lwj tightens the collar around his throat and adjusts it. he looks pleased when he's done, and wwx beams at him.

the fact that he'll be commanded, treated like a house pet is enough to make him get a little more than lightheaded.

"is it alright?" lwj asks, and wwx nods.

"mm-hm. very comfy."

lwj acknowledges this with a nod as well. "it's new. i bought it just for you. what do you think?"

wwx looks down at it. he touches the material of the leash with his hand and rubs his thumb against it. it makes a tiny noise, leather against finger. it's white, and he knows white is lwj's colour. he loves wearing anything that's lwj's.

"i like it---it reminds me of you."

"mn." lwj holds the other end, curls it around his finger. "do you know why it is white?"

he's standing in front of wwx, looking all tall and serious. it's the height difference that is slowly creating the imbalance between them--the hierarchy, if you may.

wwx shakes his head.

he asks, "why?"

"it means that you are mine."

wwx's breath stutters a little at the declaration. he trembles as he nods. "i understand."

that pleases him a lot. that is what he wants, to be his--for lwj to fulfill his fantasy of being owned. he will gladly let lwj do that.

when he moves his head around he feels the collar's steady strain. it's very thick, perfectly fitting around his throat. it's probably hand made. usually his collars are--lwj will accept nothing less, since he cares about quality, safety and comfort. only the best for his pet.

that level of care and adoration makes him feel fuzzy inside.

"how do you want to start?" asks lwj. it's the pressure around his throat that wwx likes, the way lwj tugs on the leash gently and pulls him a bit towards him. wwx goes, his position changing to being on all fours.

he looks up.

"t-the sofa. scratches." that's what he usually wants to help him go under. it's a sign that his sentences have turned shorter and words simple.

"mn."

lwj guides him to the couch and sits down. with the way he sits, legs wide (hello, this man knows how to spread), wwx is given a good view of his crotch. lwj gestures him to come closer, pats his thigh for wwx to lay his head down on it.

"come here."

wwx follows his lead, already feeling the rush of blood in his dilated veins. especially at his ears and the sides of his face. his hair is tied into a ponytail with the red scrunchie. lwj looks at him tenderly as his hand finds the back of his neck. wwx relaxes to the touch.

he rests his head on the firm thigh, bringing his hands to the edge of the couch as well. he closes his eyes--lets himself drift. lwj's fingers feel amazing.

he's aware of the gloves on his hands. wwx wonders how they'd feel against his skin, how they'd feel in his mouth.

a small smile escapes lwj's serious pet owner facade. wwx is so cute, so very adorable. his.

"mine," he says then, very softly, and wwx imagines himself purring. he tilts his head a bit to give lwj better access at his neck.

the leather covered fingers come to play with his baby hairs. they curl around and press down.

"what are you?" asks lwj.

he wonders. he's wei ying, but he's also a pet. he doesn't want to be a dog, and he's not really feeling like being a cat either. maybe a little bit of both?

"a little fox," he answers eventually.

"alright. my little pet fox. will you be a good little fox tonight?"

"mm."

and it's the names that really, really get him. he feels smaller, his mind floaty. he nuzzles his face better against the warm thigh, letting out a sigh.

lwj reaches over to the living room table to pick up the book he's currently reading.

while lwj reads, wwx loses himself in it, fully, and they let the time pass. as wwx rests against his leg, lwj continues reading the book, one hand holding it and the other hand in wwx's hair.

he's a master at page turning one handed at this point. the gloves help with the grip.

lwj keeps giving him scratches. it's comforting.

when lwj's hand movement stops, wwx stirs. he opens his eyes and a displeased expression takes over his features. why has he stopped rubbing?

he tilts his head a few times to give him the sign to continue. lwj does, but does not spare him a glance. he knows wwx is frowning.

his attention stays on the book. lwj knows this will make wwx frustrated.

he's right.

wwx tries to fight it, to behave, but the lack of attention gets to him eventually. he wants lwj to look at him, to pay attention to him. his hand has slowed down too.

human's are always like this, not giving their pets enough attention.

they'd rather do boring things that animals do not understand. that is very unfair.

lwj makes it seem like the movement of his hand only slows down...until it stops again.

wwx lets out a huff. no, he can't stop! he nudges his hand, the leather making contact with his cheek.

lwj doesn't look at him as he speaks. "mm-m. behave. good behavior will be rewarded."

the promise of a reward motivates wwx. hm, he wonders, what will the reward be? play time? treats? he tilts his head, feeling a lot more awake now. he wants a treat. will lwj give him a treat?

lwj ignores the curious eyes looking up at him and turns a page. his other hand leaves the back of wwx's neck and grabs onto the end of the leash again. he loops it around his wrist.

wwx wants to do something--to have something in his mouth. he bites on the leash and tugs.

at that, lwj finally turns to look at him. he tells him, "no."

the single word makes wwx stop in an instant. he lets it go. he might be pouting. a whine comes out through his nose as he keeps his mouth closed. they look at each other for a moment.

without a word, lwj goes back to his book. riling wwx up is what wwx always wants, and so lwj makes sure to not even touch wwx this time. he only keeps a hold of the leash.

wwx wants to bite the book into pieces. he holds back on that urge, for now at least.

wwx has a history with poor impulse control. they both know this. so it is no surprise when lwj stays quiet long enough that wwx moves and goes to sit between lwj's legs. he leans forward to place his head right on where lwj's cock is resting. he closes his eyes as he nuzzles it.

he does it slowly, daringly, but affectionately too. a treat.

wwx wants it so bad. he wants. his treat. he wants to have a taste, to use his tongue, to have something in his mouth. he wants it soft and he wants to lap at it until it hardens. he's had it before. he knows how to.

it's only when wwx starts openly mouthing it that lwj suddenly tightens his grip at where the leash it attached to the collar and pulls his head back. the look he holds is disapproving, to say the least. where's that good behavior now?

wwx does not feel apologetic.

instead, wwx tests the limits. he pushes forward again and whines when the collar tightens around his throat, on the verge of being uncomfortable.

lwj looks at him as he sets down the book. nothing is verbal between them anymore, only their locked gazes and their movements.

lwj lifts an eyebrow. he fakes an expression of realization.

he decides to let go of the leash and collar. right as wwx is being allowed, he goes right back to nuzzling his cock. a treat--his treat. please. give.

it's still not allowed though, so lwj's hand comes to press against wwx's forehead. he pushes his head away, gently, and when he stops wwx stares at him.

hand, no hand. wwx decides to lean back in, and that's when lwj pushes him away again.

a game!

wwx's face lights up. every time he gets closer to lwj's crotch, the latter's hand comes to lay flat on his face and it pushes him away. it's fun.

they play around like that a little while, going back and forth, back and forth. lwj keeps his amusement hidden.

he lets wwx believe that he'll get it, only to be denied and pushed away every single time.

lwj has his palm against his nose, forehead, eyes, and he pushes many times, and wwx tries different angles, too. it's all very controlled and gentle--no hurt.

a smile makes wwx's mouth widen. he does it again and again, and at one point he tries to open his mouth so he can mimic taking a bite.

that is what makes lwj frown and he grabs wwx by the ponytail, looking at him in the eyes caringly but seriously.

he holds him in place, his hold pulling at his scalp. the leather glove makes it so that his grip on the hair is much harder.

it's still fun to wwx, so he merely smiles up at him. lwj is playing with him! of course it's nice.

their lasting eye contact equals to a moment of silent, nonverbal communication.

wwx wants to go again. he writhes in lwj's hold.

lwj releases his ponytail and this time he presses his palm on wwx's forehead. he pushes, and the force of it makes wwx's head tilt back.

that and the covering of his eyes almost causes him to lose his sense of balance and to land on his back.

it looks a bit funny, but lwj won't blame him. wwx loves to be moved around. he is so easy when he is like this. he thrives on being pushed away and guided by his owner.

when lwj's hand retreats and comes back into his view, wwx tries to take a playful bite of it. lwj dodges it and raises his hand up, out from his reach. quickly, he brings it to wwx's mouth to block it, a thumb on his cheek and the other four fingers on his other.

he usually doesn't have to hold him tightly, because wwx is often very well behaved and he doesn't bite. now though, lwj notices that he has a bit too much enthusiasm, especially when wwx tries to lick the surface of the glove. it doesn't do anything though.

it merely has lwj putting a little more strength into his hold. "no," he tells wwx, "no licking. that is messy, wei ying."

his hold seems to slip so he adjusts it a bit, covers wwx's mouth a little tighter and looks at him as he says it. "bad."

all movement stops. wwx feels a bit startled. he only wanted to play..!

lwj, who definitely knows about wwx's oral fixation, seems to think about something for a while as he holds him in place.

"hm..." he uses his free hand to detach the leash.

he lets go of his face, letting wwx breathe through his mouth again. "go fetch your toy."

wwx cheers up. play time! now, where is his favourite toy, exactly? (the soft, very gnaw-able dog toy). it's blue and bone shaped, and there are little rubbery dots on the surface of it.

wwx looks at lwj, eyes questioning. he's waiting for permission. is it really okay? can he go?

lwj hums, a bit higher pitched, "hmm-m." it means that wwx can go. "go find it. bring it to me."

and wwx goes, excited. where has lwj hidden it?

earlier, when lwj had changed, he had taken it out and simply left it on the floor of their bedroom. wwx moves on all fours around the flat as he looks for it. he eventually finds the toy and brings it in his mouth to lwj like he has been told.

he doesn't let lwj take it though.

lwj tries to grab the toy but wwx holds onto it with his teeth. lwj stills until he grabs the other end of it and tries to pull it away from his hold.

once again, he doesn't pull with too much force (because wwx's teeth aren't wolf teeth). it turns into a gentle tug of war.

there's drool on the toy and lwj twists it around a bit. it's stimulating wwx's mouth. the movement makes wwx's head move too, and he doesn't want to let go of the toy so soon.

wwx is very occupied. he's content when lwj holds the toy and plays with him.

"let go," lwj tells him when he's had enough. wwx does.

lwj holds the toy in his hand. "fetch," he says and then throws it across the room.

wwx goes to get it, bringing it back happily. his imaginary tail wags, he's sure of it. he hands over the toy to lwj. again!

"good boy. what a good little fox you are."

hearing that feels so nice.

lwj throws it a few more times. after throwing for the fourth time he abruptly gets up. wwx is on his way back, so lwj tells him, "stay," before wwx can follow him all the way to the kitchen.(he wants to!)

wwx sits with the toy in his mouth, bare limbs against the fluffy carpet, and waits. he's well-behaved, stays right by the couch. he tilts his head when lwj disappears behind the corner.

what will lwj bring from the kitchen?

wwx becomes more aware of the air in the room that surrounds his skin. now that he's alone, it's much more noticeable. he's lonely.

he hears the sound of their kitchen drawer being opened and closed. he doesn't know what lwj has taken out, but then a cutting board noise follows.

he plays with the possibilities--lwj is cutting something--and abandons the blue toy. he eyes it and nudges it with his hand (paw), rolling it underneath the couch with a pout. he misses his owner.

he knows he has to wait. he stays rooted in his place. the waiting is bearable.

a small ache threatens to creep up his lower back, so he decides to lay down sideways on the carpet. while the floor is hard against the arches of his body, the mat is still soft to the touch. he kneads his hand into it, mindful to not rip out any of the hairs.

he sighs and waits, his field of vision of the kitchen doorway tilted. his mind is fairly empty from mundane thoughts--he's only focusing on the sounds--and then he hears the steps of lwj's socked feet.

his imagined fox ears perk up.

when lwj emerges he has a plate in his hand. it's a white porcelain plate with a gorgeous pattern; blue and golden strings, forming traditional-like cloud swirls. he brings it in front of wwx, places it down on the floor next to the mat. lwj also sits down, cross legged.

the slacks on his legs travel up, creasing at his groin.

the plate has been filled with fruit. wwx likes fruit. there's some kiwi, oranges, a few grapes and some neatly cut cubes of pitaya. wwx's tongue darts out to lick his lips. will he be fed? or will he eat from the floor?

the fresh smell of citrus soon invades his nostrils, strongest of all of the fruits there.

lwj reaches out to pats his head. "good. you know to stay when i tell you to."

although he wants to, wwx doesn't lean into the touch. he's waiting for the next command.

lwj's hand retreats. wwx follows it with interest: the gloves are still on him and he picks up one of the slices of kiwi with his thumb and index finger.

"lay down on your back," instructs lwj and waits for wwx to move while holding the piece of fruit in the air.

so, feeding!

wwx situates himself closer to lwj, his side meeting his knees. lwj approves of this and gives him the first slice.

the taste of it is soft and sweet. it's a bit hard to swallow while laying down, but the slices are small and juicy, and wwx is well trained.

after he's eaten, lwj offers him another.

they go in order. first, he feeds him the kiwis and pitaya pieces. one by one he takes them with his gloved fingers and brings them to wwx's lips for him to take into his mouth.

the pitayas are easier to eat because they are smaller, looking like little dice, and the taste is similar to the kiwis. wwx smiles at lwj when he thinks about how his owner is taking such good care of him. the atmosphere around them feels loving and domestic.

though, when lwj happens to glance at his (soft) cock, he seems to be thinking about something. he likes seeing wwx naked, they both know this, and earlier wwx had been eager..

lwj's golden eyes find wwx's gray ones again. now, wwx has a small blush on his cheeks. he feels seen.

lwj is about to open his mouth to speak, but then stops himself. he takes a green grape and feeds it to wwx. it bursts open as wwx bites down on it and a sweetness takes over his mouth. it's very good.

the next grape lwj holds between his fingers for a little longer.

he looks intently at wwx as he tells him, "this one--you are not allowed to bite."

wwx eyes the grape, then focuses his gaze on lwj again.

"you cannot break it until i say so. nod if you understand."

wwx nods. what is he going to do?

lwj waits for a while, dragging out the silence.

with a neutral expression he puts the grape between his own lips, very gently, and leans down, bringing it right above wwx's mouth. their lips brush as wwx accepts it between his front teeth. he feels a shudder go down his spine.

his owner is so close. his body must be so warm, his presence is already making him feel so hot.

lwj retreats. "good. you will keep it there until i say or do otherwise. nod again if you understand."

wwx nods.

"if you break it, drop it or lose it, there will be punishment."

another nod, and a little more blushing. he's ready.

"then, we can start." lwj licks the remnants of fruit juice from his gloves as he looks at wwx in the eyes.

he brings his hand to wwx's lower belly and holds it there, palm flat against his skin. it's warm, moves a bit every time wwx breathes. wwx feels like melting under his owner's hand.

lwj slides it lower, and lower, and lower. he starts carefully--teasingly--rubbing his cock.

sometimes he drags his fingers against it, sometimes presses with his whole palm. wwx sighs. with his fingertips lwj teases the tip, circling around and just barely touching the skin as he strokes the underside.

he's intent on watching how he grows harder, how it gets stiffer.

at least a minute or two go past as he fondles with it. it's still quite dry, so he wets the tips of his gloves with a dip into his own mouth.

he looks at wwx as he does it. "you are allowed to make sounds," he says, voice low, because he loves hearing them.

despite lwj's encouragement, wwx is silent the whole time.

now fully hard, he has closed his eyes and kept his elbows bent on the sides of his body, wrists resting against his ribs and hands in a paw-like position on his sternum. his knees are bent upwards too.

lwj holds his cock with care and teases the frenulum with his index finger.

wwx lets out a whiny noise. the grape stays intact between his teeth.

lwj leans down to whisper to his ear, "you will come like this. then, i will make you clean it all up."

wwx /whimpers.

lwj's fingers seem to know all of his sensitive spots. in wwx's mind it's good and bad at the same time, because it means he knows where to rub fast and also when to slow down to make wwx writhe.

lwj holds breaks in between, not entirely edging him, but slowly getting to that.

he repeats this action a few times. when wwx can't hold back the shy moans anymore, lwj removes his hand completely.

while wwx is left whining, sounds muffled because of his pursed lips and the grape, lwj takes two slices of orange into his fist.

he brings that hand on top of wwx's lower belly. he doesn't warn him when he squeezes the oranges, releasing the juice and letting it drop from between his fingers on wwx's skin.

the smell of citrus becomes stronger when he drops the ruined slices on top of wwx's abdomen.

the next thing wwx knows is lwj's fist, now wetter, giving his cock tentative strokes.

wwx lets out a gasp. he wants more, he wants to thrust up into his hold, but can he? he's allowed, isn't he? his owner has said so. he will come like this, as long as the grape stays, right?

the smell of citrus has become so strong.

lwj diligently watches his reactions. he feels fond and aroused at the same time. he loves seeing wwx like this. he's gorgeous when his thighs twitch and he is gasping for breath.

wwx is so responsive. just for him, for his eyes.

wwx is barely aware of the fact that he's even laying down on the floor at that point. the hardness of the surface doesn't bother him anymore, although it digs into the protruding bones at his back. his only focus is lwj's hand, and he's taking in everything it's giving to him.

it's not enough.

there's a louder moan when the build-up comes. and then, just like before, lwj stops. wwx lets out a a desperate mewl, and his hips move upwards without even trying. he's chasing what lwj has let him have a taste of.

not enough, not enough--

lwj's fist has stilled. for a second wwx is afraid that he's going to be disciplined, but then lwj gives him the encouragement he so desperately wants to hear.

"yes. keep going. fuck into my fist. like the animal you are."

that almost makes wwx bite the grape. almost.

lwj makes sure he's keeping the juice out of the hole at his tip. he stops the actions of stroking itself and lets wwx do the rest of the work, making sure his fist is aligned properly.

wwx's pace starts slow. lwj feels the need to remind him.

"don't be shy. fuck."

he keeps his fist snugly on the length itself and two of his fingers at the sweet spot right under the cockhead. that's just what wwx needs, just what he's after. it's so good.

and he fucks.

he thrusts up as commanded, and shudders when the pleasure threatens to spill out.

his hips come up off the mat every time, and this has lwj paying attention the juice droplets that are threatening to move and escape from his navel.

ah. he figures he could still save the mat. "slow down."

wwx lets out a rebellious cry. he doesn't want to. why so soon?

it pains him to obey, but he forces himself to. think about the reward, yes, the reward. do as your owner says, and you will get what you want. yes.

his hips still and he pants. his owner is so unfair. he's was close.

lwj knows his mind is floating. "well done."

it's not even an exaggeration to say that when lwj leans down to lick the juice away, all of his movements become even slower. it's actually torturous. wwx feels like he's going crazy. the sensations at his skin are magnified.

while lwj hovers there, his hot breaths land on wet skin and the tip of his tongue collects the juice. he swallows once, starts leaving kisses right under the belly button. he sucks a few marks there, going lower, and then up.

his fist stays tight around wwx's cock, unmoving.

he brings out his tongue again. he licks a stripe across his belly and when he comes back, dips it into his belly button.

wwx /squirms/.

it's dizzying, and he's really getting short on breath, being able to only breathe through his nose. he wants to open his mouth and cry.

that almot does it, but still not quite. lwj stops the action way too soon, murmuring against the skin there, "you are so beautiful like this, wei ying. you can come for me whenever you want."

that is illegally sweet.

then, he kisses his way up wwx's abdomen and chest and throat, gently gnawing right under his jaw and eventually reaching his mouth. he drags his tongue against the skin of his cheek and makes his way to his lips. his only intention is to tease him, and that's for sure effective.

he licks around his mouth, tongue quite wet with spit. it's so hot--wwx feels like he could choke. it feels like lwj is stealing his breath away.

as lwj finds the corner of his mouth, he presses his tongue there, and then moves to the middle and closes his lips around the grape.

it's a kiss, somewhat, with added tongue, and wwx is so gone. he's so gone. he's so going to come. it's incredible, unfair, the best thing ever, all of that at the same time.

he wants to kiss him back, but he can't. he wants to moan into his mouth, but he can't.

this is why he loves it--the restrain. this is why he loves to be treated like this by lwj, who knows how to make him practically immobile and still make it seem like it's about self restraint.

he can't hold his hips still any longer.

desperate for a release, he thrusts back up into lwj's fist. it only requires a few erratic ones and then he comes. finally. with a few buck ups of his hips and his abdomen flexing he releases himself.

lwj's leather glove is the receiver, curled around the tip to catch it.

wwx moans, the sound coming out more through his nose than anything.

then, as if any of that hasn't been enough, lwj bites down on the grape and eats it out of wwx's mouth.

with the grape suddenly gone, wwx becomes startled. for a second he thinks he has dropped it.

lwj sits up straight, watching as wwx tries to understand what he has done.

as realization slowly comes to wwx, his jaw eventually falls slack and then he's free to pant, open mouthed. his eyes go half lidded again, and there are tears threatening to spill out. he had thought--

he had really thought he had dropped it, and then his stomach had sank, and he had thought that lwj would punish him, and--

lwj bends down to kiss him on the lips once. "you did so well."

even with the praise, wwx still cries. just a bit. which makes lwj kiss his eyelids.

//and i will end it here for now
thanks for reading! i am absolutely exhausted after writing all that and i'm hitting my own limits here.
surely there is aftercare, and surely, altho lwj threatened to make him clean up he won't bc he was a bit mean already and baby got scared

//tropes and details i wanted to highlight; the whole pet ownership fantasy, the collar, wwx being naked while lwj is clothed. wwx's oral fixation. lwj's gloves. fluids.
very featherlight touches and caresses. playfulness. ummm yeah and references to citrus and pp soft.