"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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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.