"Aish! You with your whining when all you want is my cock." Xue Yang shook his head and tsked in disappointment. He thrust into him again, twice, before forcing himself to still, wanting to draw this out. Wanting his satisfaction. "Beg for what you really want, you thirsty bitch, or I'll never let you come."
Which had to be on the forefront of Xingchen's mind, no matter how much he was trying to pretend differently. He might look like a doll, but he was still a man.
Xiao Xingchen shook his head stubbornly as the other paused again. How long would this drag out? Why was he doing this? Would this just keep happening until he relented? He panted heavily, his hard cock standing to attention, as embarrassing and unwanted as it was. He didn't want this, he knew he didn't, it was just his body. "Will you not just do it? I can't-- I have a boyfriend."
He couldn't do this. He couldn't enjoy it. He just had to end it.
"Who cares about boyfriends when you are as drunk and horny as you are?" Xue Yang really had to question that lack of judgement. "I could make you see stars and here you are, whining about your relationship status. Sheesh."
What a drag. He rolled his eyes and then he got his hand onto Xingchen's cock. He started circling the tip with his thumb, while tightening and loosening his grip on him again and again.
"Tell me what you want~!" he sing-songed "Tell me or we'll go all night~..."
All night? In the back of the uber with a strange man fondling him. The idea made him feel like he couldn't breathe but if he asked for it, it was no longer assault. He was a cheater. What was he supposed to do? He whimpered pathetically and tried to move his numb hands but he had no purchase this time. No real grip.
He couldn't do this all night, no, he couldn't. He trembled and he tried to make himself but he couldn't get it out until Chengmei thumbed the slit of his cock and he practically bucked.
"Please, just do it." Xingchen tried, hoping that was enough. "Have what you want."
"Say that you want me, Xingchen. Say my name, I want to hear it from your lips." He was not letting this go easily, he wanted Xingchen to accept what this was, that he needed him, that he wanted to be fucked so roughly by no one other than him. The satisfaction this was giving him was almost enough to make him come just from the thought and it was getting difficult to hold back, yet Xue Yang was stubborn enough to manage.
What choice did he have? He would be trapped until he said it and he just wanted the Band-Aid ripped off. He was aware, embarrassing and with great mortification, that he couldn't remember ever being this hard before. He and Song Lan were not rough, there was no kink, no real passion - good passion or bad passion. There was just a friendly sort of love.
The thought made him sob before he finally said it. "I want you. Chengmei. Please." He was going to hell.
"That's right. You want me to fuck you so hard you'll never be able to forget." Xue Yang bragged, victoriously, and then he started moving again, at the same time jerking him off. Never in all his years of a very active sex life had he felt this way. And never, not once, had he experience what they did now, mutually reaching climax. He hadn't thought that happened outside of smutty movies.
He was out of breath when he collapsed on top of Xingchen, his lips against his collarbones so he could suck, so he could leave even more marks. "Sweet Xingchen. You taste so good."
There was some horrifying about that being so in sync, so fast and brutal but at the same time, the best orgasm he had ever had. The embarrassment and hurt made him want to be sick but he found himself just completely frozen, mortified. Then he shivered under Xue Yang, his body cold and overwhelmed. He swallowed hard and tried to calm himself.
"I want to go home." Xingchen insisted again, hoping this was over now. It was over and he didn't have to ever think of it again. "Please."
"Sure, sure. I bet Song Lan can't wait to see you," he said it cruelly and then he pulled out of Xingchen at long last, sitting next to him while he cleaned up and tucked himself away again. He turned his head to look at him from the side. Blindfolded, illuminated by moonlight. "I'll visit you in your dreams, Xingchen. I will be waiting there for you. Forever."
"I'm not yours." Xingchen insisted weakly because he didn't have the energy to fight him. He just lay there, very aware that he had the come of another man dripping out of him. How could he face Song Lan after this? He was shaking as he tried to pull himself up as well but it was hard, being so tangled in the stupid seatbelt and too dizzy and shaken.
"Why did you do this?" He just didn't understand. Why?
"Why wouldn't I?" Xue Yang laughed, shaking his head and moving back into the front seat. "You are the one to blame. Who passes out in an Uber alone, drunk like that, looking like you? You're lucky I'm not murdering you, really." What a whiny bitch he was. "You should thank me for that, anyway. I'm even driving you home, like a responsible Uber driver. You should give me a tip."
Oh God, he was going home. And all he wanted was to shower and go to bed but Song Lan was there. How could he ever look at him again? How could he face the man he had just cheated on and betrayed. He tried to untangle his wrists from the seat belt but it wasn't easy, his fingers were entirely numb. The car started moving and Xingchen almost slid off the seat, only caught by his hands. "Ah! Please be careful!"
"Remind me to gag you if we ever do this again," Xue Yang said with a somehow audible roll of his eyes, not worried about being seen as they were back in traffic. Not only was it late enough for mostly only shady people to be out and about anyway, but his windows were tinted. He wasn't an amateur. Making conversation, he figured he deserved a good Uber rating for this. He was going to use Xingchen's phone both for that and to tip himself before he left the app. "So, does your boyfriend not fuck you right? Such a waste."
He didn't want to hear Chengmei speak of his boyfriend, it soured him so much that he really did feel sick. He curled into himself, lying down in the back, wondering where his pants were. Maybe the floor of the car? He couldn't see. "I don't wish to talk to you." He didn't want to converse with the man who had raped him. Defiled him. "You're a monster."
"A monster that has made you come while you were begging for it," Xue Yang pointed out, not bothering to hide his satisfaction or amusement. "You shouldn't have drunk so much, you clearly can't hold it."
What a low tolerance he must have. He could not wait for tonight, when he could indulge himself in the memory of all this. "You were great, by the way. Thank you so much."
"You made me beg or you wouldn't let me go. It's not the same. I wasn't begging for it because I wanted it." Xingchen tried to justify, wanting to try and salvage some of his self esteem but even as he said it, it felt hollow and false. He had begged. He had sobbed with pleasure. He came. He enjoyed it. The rough thrusts, the teasing, the belt trapping him. He loved being bit on the neck and being pounded into painfully.
He was the real monster here. What was wrong with him? Why had he enjoyed any of this? "Are we nearly home?" He needed to be away from this man.
Annoyed with his stubborn insistence to deny what had happened, truly, Xue Yang turned on some music to drown out further whining. His mind was filled with Xiao Xingchen, as he stole glances back over his shoulder any chance he got. It was how he realised when Xingchen passed out again and it meant that when he reached his house, he could just drag his unconscious body to the front step.
What a nice house. Pristine. He hated that. Xue Yang kicked at the perfect lawn before he got into his car and drove away, taking Xingchen's underwear, pants and his phone with him.
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Which had to be on the forefront of Xingchen's mind, no matter how much he was trying to pretend differently. He might look like a doll, but he was still a man.
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He couldn't do this. He couldn't enjoy it. He just had to end it.
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What a drag. He rolled his eyes and then he got his hand onto Xingchen's cock. He started circling the tip with his thumb, while tightening and loosening his grip on him again and again.
"Tell me what you want~!" he sing-songed "Tell me or we'll go all night~..."
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He couldn't do this all night, no, he couldn't. He trembled and he tried to make himself but he couldn't get it out until Chengmei thumbed the slit of his cock and he practically bucked.
"Please, just do it." Xingchen tried, hoping that was enough. "Have what you want."
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The thought made him sob before he finally said it. "I want you. Chengmei. Please." He was going to hell.
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He was out of breath when he collapsed on top of Xingchen, his lips against his collarbones so he could suck, so he could leave even more marks. "Sweet Xingchen. You taste so good."
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"I want to go home." Xingchen insisted again, hoping this was over now. It was over and he didn't have to ever think of it again. "Please."
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His revenge, finally. "You are mine now, really."
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"Why did you do this?" He just didn't understand. Why?
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Oh God, he was going home. And all he wanted was to shower and go to bed but Song Lan was there. How could he ever look at him again? How could he face the man he had just cheated on and betrayed. He tried to untangle his wrists from the seat belt but it wasn't easy, his fingers were entirely numb. The car started moving and Xingchen almost slid off the seat, only caught by his hands. "Ah! Please be careful!"
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He didn't want to hear Chengmei speak of his boyfriend, it soured him so much that he really did feel sick. He curled into himself, lying down in the back, wondering where his pants were. Maybe the floor of the car? He couldn't see. "I don't wish to talk to you." He didn't want to converse with the man who had raped him. Defiled him. "You're a monster."
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What a low tolerance he must have. He could not wait for tonight, when he could indulge himself in the memory of all this. "You were great, by the way. Thank you so much."
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He was the real monster here. What was wrong with him? Why had he enjoyed any of this? "Are we nearly home?" He needed to be away from this man.
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Annoyed with his stubborn insistence to deny what had happened, truly, Xue Yang turned on some music to drown out further whining. His mind was filled with Xiao Xingchen, as he stole glances back over his shoulder any chance he got. It was how he realised when Xingchen passed out again and it meant that when he reached his house, he could just drag his unconscious body to the front step.
What a nice house. Pristine. He hated that. Xue Yang kicked at the perfect lawn before he got into his car and drove away, taking Xingchen's underwear, pants and his phone with him.