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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 3

wwx had been so beautiful up there, moaning and crying as he jerked himself off. Once, his eyes had closed and lwj had demanded he open them. Immediately, those beautiful, silver-grey eyes had been locked onto his once more—so obedient, so stunning as he tried to come, tears staining his cheeks.

There had been a few moments where lwj had considered stopping the scene and letting his sub fully rest, but then, he’d seen it: that flicker of light going out within his sub and leaving him a floating thing, only tethered by what he was doing, and what he was doing was being good for lwj. Had lwj ordered him to stop—to rest—he was almost positive the man would have dropped, hard and fast. All the other man would have known was that somewhere along the way he had done something wrong—had let lwj see that he was a little unbalanced, a lot pained, and that would have been bad within his sub’s mind. Down he would have crashed, and while he would have been fine, wwx didn’t deserve to crash when he was trying so hard to be a good boy.

Lyra, experienced as she was, had seen the cracks shattered through wwx’s subspace as well, he thought, giving him a gently disapproving look when they left because she could see that this had been too much; lwj never should have let wwx get back up there—probably, he shouldn’t even have brought him there in the first place, after his morning drop. It had ended fine, but even a single more moment of too much pressure might have sent wwx crashing.

It had been fine. It could have been terrible.

“Do you have any thoughts on lunch?” he asked, unsure whether he would get a real answer from his sub. At the least, he doubted the man would lie while so floaty, and when the name of a local store that sold all sorts of bread slipped off wwx’s tongue, lwj was sure that it was the truth—wwx wouldn’t be the first sub he’d had who desired carbs and sugar and comfort food while in subspace.

“And a Nutella pretzel,” he muttered, adding something on about lactose, and lwj was unsure of where to buy such a thing.

Unfortunately, wwx was so out of it that his subsequent inquires as to where to get said pretzel went unanswered. Apparently, he was going to be searching it up online… or requesting assistance from lhr. Chances were his cousin would know or wwx’s son would… although, Nutella pretzel’s sounded exceptionally messy, so perhaps not?

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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 7

It wasn’t exactly the best set up, but lwj was loath to remove his sleeping sub from his lap. There was a chance wwx wouldn’t notice or care; there was just as much of a chance that he would take it as a rejection.

In no world did lwj want to leave his sub feeling as though he were interfering with his work, nor as though he weren’t important enough for lwj to twist his body about for.

Even after so little time together, lwj knew what the other man would do: assuming he didn’t immediately drop, the man would grin and bear it, make a joke of it, make it seem like nothing while his heart cracked a little more. lwj didn’t want to be the cause of his heart breaking—no, he wanted to be the one to patch it back up. It would take work, but he would press a million new pieces into the shattered parts of his sub’s heart—would offer plaster and glue and bandaids and anything else, in order to fill those gaps.

By the time he was done, wwx’s heart would glitter with ribbons of gold.

All of the work he had to do was relatively easy. Mostly, it was checking documents, reading over various plans for expansions that might put them into conflict with other groups—lwj really didn’t care about that; the only group he didn’t particularly want to piss off the Nies, as he in no way wanted nhs coming after him. Minor things; the normal minutia of work.

There was, however, a note about how he needed to attend a meeting tomorrow afternoon—a rescheduling of the meeting he had run out of, apparently… and then some. A couple more issues had popped up since then—not surprising, given how expansive their operations were, and if they were meeting anyways, they might as well discuss everything important, but…

Why was Caroline, once again, not doing her paperwork? Hadn’t they sent her an assistant so that said assistant would do her paperwork? While the poor man had briefly threatened to quit if he weren’t immediately reassigned, after arriving at her office and finding months of paperwork in need of sorting, he had been working diligently since then.

So, what happened to him? Had Caroline killed him? Perhaps worse, had he disappeared and she’d only just noticed—or, whoever was dealing with her paperwork had finally reported that nothing had been coming in for the last two months? That wasn’t too terrible of a backlog—although, it certainly should have been flagged the moment anything was more than a few days later in being submitted—but considering the woman had someone who was supposed to be dedicated to managing all that paperwork…

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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 6

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Okay, so, perhaps, the part of him that was hoping the children asked about a sleepover was actually rather large, taking over his mind until he was fantasizing about spending the night with his sub as though it were a given.

The man in his arms shifted as the vehicle began to move, the driver having slid into the front seat and politely nodded at lwj before raising the divider. Once, a high-ranking member of a smaller group had been assassinated after their vehicle had been commandeered by a rival from another group. The divider had been up when the rival entered the vehicle; had it not, the man would have seen himself being kidnapped long before he stopped being able to recognize the scenery.

As someone who was already somewhat paranoid, lwj was not about to find himself killed due to such a stupid oversight.

“No,” his brain supplied, “you’re just going to get yourself and this adorable man killed by thinking with your cock, rather than your common sense.”

lwj would not argue with this part of himself, and he had already sent a message to his second to organize more security for him. This had, unfortunately, opened his second to sending him work things. Some of it could be ignored. Much of it had already gone too long without being dealt with. Between leaving his admittedly rather important meeting yesterday and never getting back to work—his brother had set him into the sort of mood that no one wanted him working in—and all his time with wwx today…

Well, to say he was lucky his second hadn’t started harassing him to handle a few matters until now was an understatement. The man could do some things by himself—what was the point of having a second if he was left responsible for everything, after all—but many more things required his sign-off, at the very least.

With wwx snoozing happily in his arms and the driver instructed to take them off to find that Nutella pretzel—something that was apparently only available in a mall in another area of the city—lwj set to work looking through various documents that required his attention. Fortunately, wwx was a moderately heavy sleeper—or was so tired that any disruption was quickly swept away as he fell back into heavy, even breathing. As a result, lwj was able to shuffle them around the back seat until he had his laptop out and set onto his lap desk, the lap desk itself set onto the seat beside him.

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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 5

His cousin had responded simply saying that he would keep that in mind. Mostly, lwj thought his cousin unlikely to mention the possibility of a sleepover to the children—apparently, only psychopaths suggested sleepovers to kids that young—but if the boys brought it up themselves, lhr wouldn’t immediately shoot it down; rather, he would say that he would talk to wwx about the possibility. It would be a long day for the small boys, and lwj was sure they would do better to have a little time apart, rather than oversaturate themselves with one another. At the same time, a small part of him hoped the boys would bring it up, that way, he and wwx could have a sleepover as well.

Spending the evening together, soft and snuggly on the couch. Eating a fancy dinner—one delivered, wwx giving all the energy of someone who was quite done being out and about, but would put up with it for a bit longer for lwj and a Nutella pretzel’s sake. Tangling together in bed. lwj would quite like to lay the man out on his bed and worship his body—it had been such a good body for him today. He would kiss and nip at every inch of wwx’s body before flipping him over and pulling his hips up and devouring his cute little hole.

The man had been so beautiful earlier, his cheeks burning bright when Lyra fulfilled his wish to have his hole measured as well. Despite it being his request, he had been so nervous, turning and leaning over, his hands shaking as they pulled his cheeks apart for Lyra. She had been good at her job—diligent in a way that lwj had been able to appreciate, caring for his sub in his place in a way that had settled into him.

Regardless, their care kit also contained the same set of measuring tools Lyra had used for that specific part of the scene. lwj wanted to eat his sub’s ass and see how loose it got before measuring it yet again. wwx had indicated he was open to fisting on his kink list, and while he obviously had no experience with it—little lying virgin that he was—eventually, lwj would fuck his entire arm into his beautiful hole if he could. With how wide his sub’s hips were, lwj was almost positive he would take to fisting beautifully.

They wouldn’t be able to do that tonight—not with how tired both of them were—but lwj would quite happily open the other man with his tongue before fucking into him, pressing kisses and praise into wwx while he squirmed and came. Perhaps he’d make him come untouched—start training him to come soft as well.

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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 4

A/N: We now enter le summer months, in which, my partner is visiting and updates might get a bit more sporadic. I shall, as always, try my best to stay consistent, but I think we all know my good intentions can sometimes die. At least I always come back, though!

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With wwx cradled in his arms, it was impossible for lwj to open his car door, and he had to wait a moment for his driver to come open it for them, the man having been busy opening the hatch for the staff. It was yet another reminder that he clearly needed to bring more staff with him on trips like this. wwx seemed the sort of person to always be falling into subspace and naps, and lwj never wanted to deny him a place in his arms simply because he would be unable to open the car door if an assassin appeared.

It took a little wiggling—lwj wasn’t used to such clingy subs, even if they were his favourite sort to have in his bed—to get into the vehicle, but he eventually managed it, accepting Lyra’s care package from Harold before the man bid them goodbye. The man silently closed the door, lwj watching the man’s retreating back through the tint of the windows as he waited for his driver to finish helping to load the vehicle with all his purchases—it really hadn’t been that much, but Harold had someone in training and had used the time lwj had spent with wwx snuggled into his lap as he happily existed in subspace to have the trainee practice packaging everything up. As a result, where a few bags and a little ironing would have sufficed, the back of the vehicle was now stuffed with bags and boxes, every item packaged in some mixture of perfect and disastrous.

lwj didn’t particularly care—Harold had been so accommodating to them and wwx would be enjoyably horrified when he took in the size of their haul, as Lyra had called it.

Tugging out his phone, lwj checked for any new messages from his cousin about the kids, finding a single picture of the boys, fast asleep on Jingyi’s bed, moved there after lhr had noticed his home had fallen suspiciously silent for a few minutes. The previous message was an apology and query to wwx about whether A-Yuan still napped or whether he needed to wake the boy, lest it completely fuck up his sleep schedule. As wwx had been deep in subspace at the time the message came through, the other man’s response had been somewhat… questionable.

From what lwj had been able to make of it, A-Yuan generally didn’t nap anymore, but since he was coming off of being sick, he had regressed a bit. This had been followed by wwx telling lhr he should have a sleepover, so that all the terror of an overly sleepified child can be his alone to deal with.

lwj didn’t think sleepified was a word, but he had understood enough of the implication in wwx’s words to trust his cousin would understand as well.

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The Damage You Do: ch 41, pt 1

A new chapter (I know, it's a bit of a jump, but we had to escape the store!)

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lwj brushed his fingers through his soft and melting sub’s hair, pushing errant strands away from where he had tucked himself after being dressed in new clothes. Behind him, staff from the store carried the many items lwj had purchased for his precious sub through the parking garage. He would buy more later—not from this store, but from others. Harold had already forwarded him wwx’s measurements—the normal ones, rather than the sexual ones that wwx had so happily let Lyra take from him—so he could send his personal shopper off to secure more clothing and accessories at stores that suited his sub’s style more.

Blacks, he thought—reds as well. Things that looked used but were good quality—the sort of style his uncle abhorred and lwj had always thought a little pointless. To craft beautiful clothing and then purposefully distress them seemed strange and excessive to him—homeless core, someone had once told him some people called it. lwj wouldn’t go as far as to buy wwx something that looked entirely ratty, nor anything that would inevitably remind him of the time he had spent on the streets—and how had the Jiangs let him live on the streets? It hadn’t been difficult to determine that the other man’s relationship with the Jiangs was fraught, but even from what little he had learned, both from the barest bit of information he and lhr were managing to find on wwx and his relationship with the Jiangs, as well as the occasional anecdote from wwx’s own mouth—the occasional flinch as well, when he inevitably thought of the Jiang siblings…

To say that lwj was confused would be an understatement. From what he could discern, wwx had viewed and been viewed by the Jiang siblings as a brother. Clearly, he hadn’t been brother enough for them to risk some amount of ire from their parents had they attempted to at least make his life on the street a little more comfortable. Housing was expensive where they lived, but surely, they could have at least gotten him clothing and food? Helped him find a job?

The way wwx had spoken of his time on the street, he had made it sound as though he were truly alone, neither of his siblings even showing up to let him sleep safely in their car for a bit, and lwj knew from his occasionally walks through Chinatown that, especially during the winter, the homeless slept during the day. It was too cold at night to sleep, after all; to do so was to risk hypothermia and death. In other words, there should have been nothing so important that it could have stopped the Jiang siblings from at least occasionally slipping their bodyguards and taking him for a ride—giving him the barest of peace and warmth, even for a few hours; a little balm to their souls to know that wwx was safe.

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The Damage You Do: ch 40, pt 33

“It does indeed seem purposeful at some points? Like, I get that there are so many needs and little money to go around—mostly because no one will tax the rich properly, but…” wwx trailed off, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Considering that lwj was, you know, absolutely loaded, this might not have been the best thing to bring up? It was basically like poking at the man who was paying him far too much for his, er, services, and screaming that he shouldn’t have the money that was going to be getting wwx out of debt and living a good life pretty fucking quickly.

Still, after a short moment, lwj simply hummed in agreement. While it was a short note of agreement, wwx did think it was sincere. Given they hadn’t explicitly discussed just how loaded the man was, it could easily have been that the other man didn’t want to get into the specifics of what sort of tax bracket he was in—not that wwx knew more than the basics of such things.

Regardless, wwx was happy to let the subject drop, mostly because they’d been heading into the doom of the school system. If wwx had his way—had the funds—he’d send A-Yuan off to private school simply because the public school system was collapsing in on itself, with no recovery in sight—there wasn’t funding to make sure the next generation of kids had critical thinking skills, didn’t you know? Was this all a lie and the governments and corporations were really evil entities, intent to turn the younger generation into empty-minded drones? Maybe; maybe it was a conspiracy theory that the government was purposefully fucking up the school system, so the next few generations would let them do whatever they wanted, their brains too rotted away for them to be able to form coherent thoughts.

Personally, wwx generally subscribed to a belief that most conspiracy theories were based in some amount of truth—not always, but often enough that he didn’t really want to trust his kid’s brain to anything the government held control over.

At the same time, he understood that the things he saw on social media, reflecting the absolute chaos and mismanagement of the public school system, weren’t completely relevant to the situation where they lived; yet, he did know their school system still had problems.

Ideally, wwx would make enough money working for lwj to send his kid to private school—although, that was so expensive that he’d have to be working for that for quite a while in order to make sure he had enough to support the kid all the way through university. The last thing he wanted was to set his kid up in a private school, only for him to have to be taken out in a few years.

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The Damage You Do: ch 40, pt 27

Okay… so, perhaps lwj’s kiss had only distracted him for a fraction of a second. The moment that kiss had broken? BOOM! Babbles—babbles about the shitty state of the available support services for, like, anyone, no less.

Personally, wwx was blaming the amount of sex hormones running through his body for he bursting-at-the-seams brain—that, and the hunger. There was definitely hunger, and would lwj be offended if he reached over and grabbed some of those snacks and ate while the man resisted mauling his neck? wwx could tell the man wanted to mark him up, and as he continued babbling about the pros and cons of some versions of insane asylums—psychiatric wards? That didn’t sound right either. While his fingers itched to pick lwj’s phone up and search for a better term—in-patient treatment? That didn’t sound quite right either, and somehow, he resisted grabbing the phone to search up a better term.

Regardless! wwx babbled about the pros and cons of more tangibly bringing something back where people with significant mental health concerns could actually get the care they needed easily, lwj adding in that while such places existed, they were often only for people who had been referred there—and the bar, according to the man, was quite high—or were extremely expensive, while the requirement for having people who perhaps should be involuntarily committed were significantly higher than they had once been.

“That isn’t bad,” lwj agreed when wwx noted that higher requirements should be a good thing, if all the media depictions of such places were to be trusted, his teeth dragging over wwx’s neck and while he had absolutely no experience with making out with someone, surely, talking about involuntary commitment must be up there in the weird conversations people had had while making out, right? “There was plenty of abuse in psychiatric facilities when they were more common, and in no world do I wish to return to a world where the smallest of things can lead to someone finding themself confined against their will—and to be sure, there are still cases where people are detained in psychiatric facilities due to overreach or unclear guidelines.”

“Previously, people were admitted for ridiculous reasons—especially women, who were often admitted for simply having an opinion. Terrible things happened to them. Medical experimentation, ranging from drugs to surgery to abusive treatments—and this is to say nothing of the more overt abuse that took place. The solution, in many places, was to do away with the majority of these places, rather than increase regulation and oversight. Now, parents are left caring for high-needs children and the adults they become, and there is little support for them and little oversight to make sure they aren’t abusing or neglecting those in their care. At the same time, there also remain allegations that scientists and government agents are regularly sent to such facilities for their own good, when in reality, it is the government trying to silence them.”