Yangyang glanced at his reflection in the glass shop fronts as he walked down the street to Dong's Hotpot House, the name of Sicheng's family owned restaurant.

This would be his first time meeting Sicheng face to face and he was slightly nervous. He felt like Sicheng wasn't going to be as gentle and friendly as Kun.

He just had to do what Ten had told him, remain in control of the situation. Besides, Sicheng had agreed for a blow job and nothing more. He may be standoffish and a bit demanding but Yangyang was sure he would be satisfied with that, well Yangyang would make sure he was satisfied anyway. He wanted to make a good impression and hopefully keep Sicheng as one of his loyal clients.

Yangyang glanced down at his phone. He had his navigator app open, leading the way for him to the restaurant. The app indicated that Dong's Hotpot House was just a few more meters up the road.

As Yangyang looked back up at the street he noticed a man wearing a white t-shirt and a black apron, leaning outside a store front smoking. He was quite striking: tall with broad shoulders, dark reddish-brown hair, a strong jawline and defined Adam's apple. He looked up while he took a drag of his cigarette, making eye contact with Yangyang.

That was definitely Sicheng, Yangyang thought. He adjusted the collar of his t-shirt, suddenly feeling hot under Sicheng's intense gaze. As he continued to walk towards him he could feel lust and sexual energy radiating from Sicheng.

He pushed himself off the wall with his foot, dropped the cigarette butt to the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe, all while keeping his eyes on Yangyang.

Yangyang stopped in front of him and smiled politely up at him. "Hi, I'm Yangyang, it's good to finally meet you in person."

Sicheng's eyes slowly moved from his face and down his body and Yangyang practically felt him visually undressing him with his eyes. Then Sicheng's eyes snapped back up to Yangyang's.

"Sicheng. Follow me, Yangyang." He turned on his heel and rounded a corner down a small alleyway.

Yangyang hurried to keep pace with him and followed silently as Sicheng led him to warehouse door at the end of the alleyway. It was an old steel door with green paint peeling off it. Sicheng pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, stepping aside to usher Yangyang inside.

Sicheng followed him in and switched on the lights. As the luminescent lights flickered and buzzed into life Yangyang looked around. The small space appeared to be a storage area, with steel shelves along both sides of the walls stacked high with food ingredients.

Sicheng closed and locked the door behind him then turned to face Yangyang, his eyes settling once again on Yangyang's body.

"This is our storage room where we keep all our food stock, behind you is an office that my dad rarely uses anymore that we can use." He ran a hand through his hair as he took a step closer to Yangyang. "I've locked the door so no one will interrupt us."

He stopped in front of Yangyang and put his hands on him. With one hand he traced Yangyang's jaw with his fingers and his other hand travelled down his body to grope his arse.

Yangyang's breath hitched at how forward Sicheng was being, touching him so easily. He had a very different personality to Kun.

"You're cute." Sicheng stated, a small smile pulling at his lips.

He squeezed Yangyang's arse and then took his hand and pulled him towards a door at the end of the room that led to the office Sicheng mentioned. Sicheng rather roughly pulled him inside the tiny room and after shutting the door he yanked off his apron and pulled off his t-shirt, dropping them to the ground while he kept his intense gaze locked on Yangyang. Yangyang swallowed nervously, unable to look away. Sicheng then laid his hands back on Yangyang's body.

Yangyang was backed up against a desk as Sicheng swept his hands all over him. He effortlessly lifted Yangyang up and sat him on the desk, making room for himself between Yangyang's legs and before Yangyang had time to speak Sicheng's lips crashed down on his.

The kiss was rough and hungry, Sicheng forcing Yangyang's lips apart with his.

Yangyang placed his hands against Sicheng's bare chest and tried to push him away. This wasn't what he had arranged with Sicheng and he started to panic.

Sicheng ignored his efforts, brushing his hands away and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Sich...stop!" Yangyang muffled in protest against Sicheng's lips.

Then without warning, Sicheng slipped a hand down the back of Yangyang's pants. Yangyang flinched at his touch and pushed his body harder against Sicheng's, digging his fingernails into the older man's chest.

"That's it, I wanna hear you moan." Sicheng murmured against Yangyang's lips.

He lifted Yangyang slightly off the desk, shifting his hand deeper and squeezed Yangyang's arse before slipping a finger inside his hole.

Yangyang gasped at the unexpected sensation and latched his fingers onto Sicheng's shoulders as his body clamped up. He involuntarily bit Sicheng's tongue and the older male broke their kiss with a hiss.

"Get off me!" Yangyang yelled, finding his voice.

He grabbed hold of Sicheng's arm and tore it away from him, his body instantly relaxing when Sicheng's finger was no longer inside him. He tried to push him further away but Sicheng caught both his wrists and pinned them to the desk on either side of his legs.

"What?" Sicheng scoffed. His face was close enough for Yangyang to feel his hot breath on his face as he spoke. "I could feel you liked it, I felt you tighten around me."

Yangyang broke their eye contact as his cheeks heated up. It didn't exactly feel bad, what Sicheng had done, Yangyang just hadn't expected it. His heart was racing and the torrent of emotions that bombarded his mind were confusing him. He needed to stay in control of the situation or else Sicheng would probably end up doing whatever he wanted with him.

He gathered his confidence and lifted his face to stare purposefully into Sicheng's eyes. "You can't just do that, we agreed to a blow job only." Yangyang replied calmly.

"But I wanna fuck you so bad. I can pay for it, name your price, within reason of course." Sicheng replied.

He leaned in for a kiss but Yangyang pushed him away and shook his head.

"If you're not going to listen to me then you can pay me now and I'll just leave." He said.

Sicheng frowned, a dissatisfied look darkening his strong features.

"Okay fine, but as soon as you're available to fuck I want you." Sicheng replied, his tone gruff.

He softened his grip on Yangyang's wrists and pulled him off the table. He then sat down in the office chair next to the desk and yanked Yangyang down to the floor. Yangyang stumbled down onto his knees in front of Sicheng. He placed his hands on top of Sicheng's knees and stared up at him. Sicheng smiled and stroked a finger under Yangyang's chin.

"You look very adorable from that angle." Sicheng chuckled while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

He tangled his fingers into Yangyang's brown locks and roughly yanked his face forward, shoving his cock inside his mouth. Yangyang choked and gagged when he felt Sicheng's cock hit the back of his throat. He took a breath in through his nose, closed his eyes and settled his hands on Sicheng's thighs, closing his lips around his hot member, sliding his tongue up its length.

"That's it, swallow it all for me." Sicheng mumbled in a low voice, curling his fingers tighter in Yangyang's hair.

A/N: Sicheng has ARRIVED.... and he knows what he wants 😏

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