Zhang Han secretly brought his gaze to the supine and naked body lying below. Vaien was taller than him, and his tapered eyes currently had a faint want, the pupils contracting as they examined Zhang Han's expressions with intensity.
Always watching him with superiority, looking down on him. It would be gratifying if he could cover up his arrogant gaze, wipe that sneer off of his face.
...oh. Right. He could do that. That could be a good idea.
In the first place, Vaien had wanted to top him because he wanted to try something new, so he might as well suggest something different to satisfy him. In general though...Zhang Han had just also felt like it'd been a while since they did it, and sort of missed the feeling, so he...blurted out the words he did earlier. He did not know how.
"So..." Zhang Han began, then swallowed nervously. What he thought of wasn't even that crazy, but he felt his face heating up. "There's something we could try..."
"Oh?" said Vaien, curling up his neck and narrowing his gave on Zhang Han.
Zhang Han silently lifted up a scrap of cloth from their pack back, a piece he'd thought of using to tie up wounds, and brought it close to Vaien's face so it hovered in front of his eyes.
"It's only letting me tie this over your eyes, and then...well, just follow what I say. How about it?"
Zhang Han felt his throat turning a bit dry as he waited for an answer. Fuck. Why did he have to think up these things, why was it so arousing?
Vaien stared dumbstruck at the blindfold, then burst out laughing.
"If you stick it into me while I wear that, it'll suddenly become funner?" he laughed even harder until his bare chest heaved against the single animal pelt beneath them. Apparently he had no knowledge of the BDSM world of sex. Perhaps it was because he lived on this reclusive planet.
Zhang Han lifted up the blindfold and stared at it for a moment. He squeezed out, "Maybe." Then his mouth twisted down slightly. After all, Vaien was just ridiculing him...
Vaien was still chuckling, then noticed Zhang Han's discomfort.
He grinned and said in a low tone, "Sure. I'm willing to try anything you suggest."
Zhang Han's heart stuttered, a strange excitement overtaking him, then he took the blind fold and placed it over Vaien's golden eyes, veiling them along the bridge of his nose. He tied it into a bow behind his head, making sure not to yank the silky strands of red hair that were close to the knot.
Now the most prominent feature on Vaien's face was his pair of lips with a hint of red and the two extremely sharp canines that showed whenever he smiled. The crimson and orange tinted strands of hair fell over the dark blindfold, lighting up his face like a gentle glow, and the rest of his body was already unclothed…
Although, their surroundings were dim, besides the few embers left in the fire bit and starlight. Yet surprisingly this was enough to make out bare figures, the sky light alone.
With the addition of one blindfold, the man in his lap looked entirely powerless.
Zhang Han's dazed over as he thought about how he could touch him however he wanted. It was starting to get hot...no, no, he was just starting to get turned on. He almost wanted to slap himself in the face as he kept ogling at him. Get it together.
"So," Zhang Han spoke with a lot of restraint, "go on your hands and knees."
Vaien was still greatly amused by this kind of play and tilted his head. "What...like how wild cats and dogs do it? Haha..."
Well, people usually call it doggy style, but Vaien also didn't know this. Zhang Han was just gonna have to do it himself.
His fingers traced around the waist of Vaien, startling the other faintly. Zhang Han leaned over his body until they were pressed against each other, his chest flat against Vaien's back.
Then he wrapped an arm around his abdomen and lifted his waist upwards. His head was in the crook of Vaine's neck, his slightly fast breath tickling down his neck.
Vaien was kneeling with his backside in the air, the blindfold shrouding his vision. Cold air made his sensitive areas tingle.
He kept feeling Zhang Han's breath with its contrasting heat, the man's rapid heartbeat thrumming against his lower back. But he could not see Zhang Han's usually strained expression nor the rosy flush that would climb up his cheeks.
It was all blank and dark, creating exhilaration from the unknown.
With Vaien's sensitive hearing and smell, he was still confident that if any creature were to disturb them at this time he would still be aware of it, but more importantly...Zhang Han was going to penetrate him from behind like this? He felt his blood rush down slightly, his manhood in front began to perk up and swell, begging for attention.
Zhang Han first untied his own belt and trousers, letting them slide down to his knees. Then he trailed his fingers down Vaien's stomach and wrapped them around the hardening erection.
Vaien sucked in a breath at the contact. A flash of electricity jump through his skin. He could see nothing, so that simple action had surprised him.
Zhang Han stroked down Vaien's shaft. There was a slick noise as his palm brushed over precum.
"Mmm…" Vaien hummed in a low tone. "Faster…"
His knees unconsciously relaxed as that hand broke into a steady pace of ups and downs. Within his blank vision, for some reason, all he could focus on was that relaxed and gently stroking hand giving him pleasure. His breathing matched the same pace, growing hotter as time drew on.
He could only focus on what Zhang Han's next actions would be, where he would touch him next. The musky scent of sweat and cum that began to permeate the air.
Then a hard thing began to slide between his thighs, brushing up against his balls. Vaien gave a loud groan, his neck arched up and fingers clenched into the furs tightly, ripping out chunks of hair.
Zhang Han gave a soft moan as he moved his hips to thrust his erection between the gap of Vaien's legs. He'd gotten too impatient to wait any longer.
Vaien breathed, "Haah...you're doing good, the blindfold makes me feel it more..."
Zhang Han's hand suddenly tore away from Vaien's cock.
Vaien was shaken out of his stupor and immediately gnashed his teeth.
"Why did you-"
But before he could finish his complaint another hand came over and continued, pulling a groan out from his lips. His body loosened again as he was once again consoled. It was like an invisible and unpredictable force was thrumming along with Vaien's desires and bringing him towards climax. It made the blood rush down and pool in his lower abdomen even faster.
"Nnn..." That hand sped up, moving with forceful skill. Vaien gave a hoarse groan and began to roll his hips forwards to accompany it. "Good...don't fucking stop again…"
Vaien truly had no sense of shame. If he liked something he liked it. He was fine with doing any kind of activity anywhere. And even now he didn't care how saturated with lust his tone was.
Zhang Han had only paused for a split second earlier so that he could switch out hands. The one he'd been stroking with had fingers coated wet and slick with precum, and he slowly poked them into that soft ring of skin on Vaien's backside to stretch him out and prod around.
The outer ring of that place was naturally durable and flexible, but Zhang Han felt better if he took the time to do this each time.
Vaien had barely noted it happen as he drew closer toward climax from the pleasure of his cock being pumped, but felt more clearly when those long fingers poked inside him far enough to rub along a sensitive place.
A sharp burst of mind-numbing pleasure caused his waist to sink down and tremble.
"Agh…!" his cries were soft and husky as that spot was prodded.
In a calm tone, Zhang Han noted, "Seems right."
Although at first he'd been extremely flustered having sex with Vaien, he'd gotten used to it to some degree. Especially now when Vaien was at his mercy. His hand stroked Vaien's cock rapidly, teasing his tip, and the fingers inside of him followed suit, hitting his sweet spot repeatedly.
Intense sensations overwhelmed Vaien to the point that he gnawed his teeth into the furs with frustration. His hips could not grind fast enough into Vaien's palm, he was getting close.
The blindfold had hints of sweat and his eyebrows were furrowed helplessly. He arched up his hips and stiffened, ready and aching for his release.
"Are you ready?" asked Zhang Han, his own voice having taken on an airy tone. "I'm putting it in."