Hypothetically…
When it comes to his older brother, WeiWei will do anything he says. It wasn’t because of fear, or because he was forced. To simply put it, he wants to be acknowledged by his gege. After months of their parents marrying, Chi Cheng had barely shown him a semblance of attention. He was silent at dinner. Avoidant around the house, always locked up in his room. If he wasn’t home he was out, participating in sins WeiWei’s simple mind could never think of. WeiWei could count on one hand the amount of times they accidentally made eye contact. He hated it. As a boy already lonely, being ignored by his new sibling made him feel as if he were a nuisance. Though, he swallowed those feelings down, even as the bitter taste of acid still clung to his tongue. He gave Chi Cheng the benefit of doubt. He is in college, juggling his fathers business, and even has friends who were there before him. Chi Cheng didn't need a pestilent little brother tugging at his shirt. All this abruptly changes one day. WeiWei is in his room, doodling on his notebook, when a soft, deliberate knock lands on his opened door. He turns, and by his shock - his gege is leaned against the entrance frame. WeiWei immediately props up, listening to every word that spills from his brother's lips. He thought he was dreaming for a moment, his fingers sweeping down to pinch his exposed thigh. For once, his gege had come to him, explaining how bored he is, and that maybe they should play together. By play, WeiWei expects it to be a game of tag, or hide-n-seek, maybe even one of his secretly stashed boardgames. Not for one second did he expect to be lying on his back - molding into his pallid pink bed clothing, while his arms are stretched above his head. He could feel his brother's idle fingers tracing over the silken ribbon binding his hands. Chi Cheng had carefully wrapped the ivory fabric around his wrists, before doing the same with his legs. The rivulets of ribbon bound from the tops of his thighs, down to his knees in a zigzag pattern. It isn’t uncomfortable, just odd. He even used a thin piece as a makeshift blindfold. WeiWei was utterly confused, especially since his gege explained it was a magic trick. There was no magic behind those large, veiny hands slinking up his bare, bound thighs, or mousing underneath his shirt to massage his slightly swollen chest. WeiWei’s whines didn’t go unnoticed, Chi Cheng shushed him, telling him everything was going to be okay. But, WeiWei couldn’t help but ask. “Gege…what's the trick?” He heard a huff of amusement, before the gravelly, timber of his brother's voice mumbled back. “Let’s see how many loads it takes before your little belly begins to swell…”