"Because I want to destroy you above all. I want to corrupt you. You think you're so above it and it took nothing much to drag you down." Yet somehow in his mind, despite his best efforts, Xiao Xingchen remained pure and untouched. No matter how dishevelled he'd left him, no matter how he was squirming in his seat now, eager for his touch. Still that paragon of virtue and still he wanted to hurt him and be hated by him and still he wanted this love.
Xue Yang sped the car up, rolling his eyes. "Your boyfriend ain't shit."
"I don't think I'm above you. Or anyone. I just try to do my best." Xingchen confessed as he felt them speeding up. He was nervous now, terrified, but he didn't know what to do about any of it. He could probably run when they pulled over but he doubted he'd get far. Doubted he wanted to get far. He was a mess. He was a bad person. Song Lan would be repulsed by him, he just knew it.
"I'm truly pathetic. I am easily corrupted, apparently." Xiao Xingchen sounded slightly hysterical because it was true, he was a deviant, chasing only pleasure. Nothing else. "What is wrong with me?"
"Ah, don't be so dramatic. It's not like that. You are not. I'm the deviant. I've drugged you." He had blindfolded him, he was taking advantage of the fact that Xiao Xingchen was susceptible to this kind of corruption. That did not make Xiao Xingchen as bad as he was.
Not that he wasn't thrilled that the man felt like that. He wanted to have that kind of power over him, seeing that Xiao Xingchen had such a hold on him. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. If Xiao Xingchen made him feel love, he wanted to make Xiao Xingchen feel bad. Because that was what he was.
"I won't run. I can't. My body is on fire." Xingchen whispered as he squirmed a little in the car seat. Everything was aching, desperate to be touched. His legs felt weak and he was feeling pretty dizzy too. He felt if he tried, he'd fail anyway. Would Chengmei catch him? Would he pin him down, hold him close. Hold him tight. He shuddered at the idea. It was such a turn on.
"We're doing this. I'm yours tonight." Clearly or he wouldn't be here, blindfolded and heading somewhere. Another car park? No, he said home. Chengmei's home. That was nice. Safer. He didn't want to go to his home. The idea terrified him.
"Good. I'm yours every night." The words came out before he could think them through and then he frowned and said nothing until the car was parked. He got out, walked around and grabbed Xingchen from the passenger side. He led him along with a hand on his wrist, pulling him over to the lift. Pressing the button, he waited with him, his eyes on Xingchen's face. How was he somehow possibly even more beautiful with the blindfold on?
"You want me to be rough, don't you?" His smile was audible and then the lift doors opened and he pulled Xingchen inside. The moment they were in, the second he had hit the button for his floor, he had shoved Xingchen back against the wall. Two kicks to his legs to spread them apart and then he started kissing him. Kissing him fervently, with the fire that burned them both by now even though only one of them was drugged.
Xingchen nodded, not proud of himself but he wanted it. He wanted to be ravaged by Chengmei. And he wanted it to hurt. It shouldn't be too romantic or he truly was cheating. This wasn't cheating, it was a hook up and it was wrong but it wasn't emotional. Or, in his mind, it was how it worked.
Chengmei kicked his legs apart and he whined eagerly, kissing back eagerly, reaching out to put his hands on Chengmei's hips to steady himself. Maybe he was a sick sinner but at least he was a sick sinner about to have some amazing sex.
The lift stopped and the doors opened and he didn't notice. It wasn't until the doors started closing again that he realised and he pulled away from Xingchen, dragging him along. Out of the lift, to the door. He unlocked quickly and then stepped inside, calling out just in case. "I'm not alone!"
"You are home early. Must have found someone good," Wei Wuxian commented and then he watched as Xue Yang walked a very aroused blindfolded man past them to his room.
"Interrupt me and you're dead," Xue Yang promised his roommates, making no idle threat.
"Really not interested in knowing more! Have fun." Meng Yao dismissed but he did stare for a moment. Ah. He found him again. Xiao Xingchen. Well. This was getting intense. Meng Yao just went back to his laptop and tried not to think about it.
Xingchen was blushing bright red. People had seen him. Blindfolded, his dick hard against his pants and hurrying after Chengmei. They knew him, the real him, better than anyone who had known him for years. Better than Song Lan. This was what he was, he was a dirty slut.
He moved into Chengmei's room and then leaned against Chengmei suddenly, feeling light headed. "I don't feel good." The drugs were starting to get to him.
"Uh-huh. Let's get you on the bed, baby. Let's see if we can't make you feel worse." Xue Yang said it in a sweet tone, as he started to undo Xingchen's trousers. He had him halfway undressed by the time they hit the bed and then he was on top of him immediately. The sound of fabric against skin as he took off his own clothes. Then he flipped Xingchen around, moving him with ease, given how light he was.
Then he had him there. Naked, wanting, under him. He sat on Xingchen's thighs, his hands on Xingchen's back, the man lying on his stomach, pinned down by him completely. He bent forward, his own hard cock ever so obvious. Speaking by Xingchen's ear, he kept his voice low. "I'm going to rim you. Bet your prissy boyfriend's never done that. You need Chengmei to treat you the way you need it."
"Rim?" He didn't even know what that was but he was sure Song Lan didn't do it. Song Lan didn't like blowjobs and had little fondness for handjobs. They didn't often have sex, he had an aversion to touch and Xingchen didn't like to push. He only liked sexual contact with a condom and Xiao Xingchen had always just wanted him to throw caution to the wind and go without. To touch him. Feel him. Be against him.
He panted lightly, feeling Chengmei's breath on his ear. "He doesn't like to touch me." Was it his fault? Did Song Lan know? Was he too dirty to touch. "I want to be touched."
"Fucking waste. What's he have hands for, eh?" Xue Yang rolled his eyes and then he spoke again, a new intensity to his words. "I want to touch you all over, taste you all over, mark you all over, until all you know is me. Until you can't breathe without me."
Because that was how he felt. He had never known such craving. He had never needed anyone. Yet here he was now, running his tongue along Xingchen's spine. He had rimmed before, he had it done to him. It had never been like this because he had never been this eager. As he licked between Xingchen's cheeks, all he wanted was to hear his sounds and to make him squirm. He was going to make him come over and over tonight.
"Please. Please." Xingchen begged as he wondered how he had gotten in such a state. He had been such a good man just two weeks ago. Was he truly so simple to corrupt? He would have protested but there was a tongue where he had never expected one to be. And it felt good. He whined, high and eager, wriggling a little under Chengmei's touch.
"Gods, are you really...?" Xingchen trailed off. He was. So this was rimming.
The question made him laugh but an answer was not needed. Rather self-evident, he thought. He kept at it, getting the satisfaction from the way Xingchen tried to open up for him, from how he whimpered and panted, sounding more and more breathless. Finally he heard and felt him reach climax.
He wasted no time after that, pulling himself back up until he sat on Xingchen's lower back. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and found another hair band. He was appreciating his hairstyle more and more ever day. It only took him seconds to tie the cloth around Xingchen's wrists and cinch it off, less than that to attach it to the headboard. Then he slapped Xingchen's ass, resounding in the room. "Round one."
Xingchen grunted at the clap and jerked a little, still lost in a daze of his orgasm. The fire his body was under was quelled but not for long. The idea that this was round one seemed ridiculous to him but apparently, his dick very much disagreed. Trapped between his stomach and the bed, any movement made him whine needily.
He was breathing heavily, his legs weak from his orgasm and feeling very sticky and gross. "We're going again?" He sounded far away as he spoke, dazed and his brain not keeping up with his body. "Please be careful." It was beginning to feel too much.
"The fuck I'll be careful. You don't want that, so stop whining." Although he liked it, he liked the whining. He liked any reaction he got from Xingchen, positive or negative.
His fingers digging into Xingchen's hip, he lifted him up, positioned himself. He was slick from his tongue and Xue Yang had run out of patience. Without any more preparation, he pushed inside him, revelling at the pain that came with it. He moved into him as deep as he could, slow but persistent. Then he was still on top of him for a few heartbeats, a heavy weight pinning him down.
And then he started thrusting, fucking him hard and fast.
It hurt, of course it did, he cried out in pain and gasped as he adjusted to the heavy weight above him. It felt good. To be underneath someone, to be held down, to have someone take the choice from his hands. He was a bad person, yes, but he wasn't alone it in. They were bad people together. It felt less lonely in the sin.
The pace they were fucking was punishing and Xingchen whined and whimpered, jerking back into Chengmei automatically. This was going to hurt tomorrow.
It didn't take long for his over-sensitive body to come again, crying out and shaking as he did. "Ah, please!" His whole body was like a raw nerve and every touch was over-stimulating.
"Hush, baby. I'm not done with you." Although, for now, he pulled out just in time to come all over him, loving the sight so much that he knew it'd be burned into his mind. He ended up lying on his side, one leg over Xingchen, catching his breath and breathing hard. In a haze, he reached for his phone and started taking pictures.
Every moment of this he wanted to keep forever. "Round two," he finally said, when he could trust his own voice again. They were not done.
"I can't do any more, I'm tired." Xingchen confessed, every muscle hurt from strain, he was feeling a bit faint and he couldn't stop himself from shaking. He couldn't pretend any more, he had sex with Chengmei twice. Willingly. He was cheating on Song Lan. The thought made him nauseous and he started to struggle in blind panic.
"I need to stop! I need to shower, please, I need to." If he didn't clean off the evidence, Song Lan was going to know. "He's going to find out..."
Xue Yang rolled his eyes but he was ever so aware of his roommates outside - especially Wei Wuxian - and so he knew he had to be decisive. He got up to grab his discarded underwear off the floor, casually using them to wipe his cock before getting back on the bed.
He knelt next to Xingchen and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up off the mattress. He started pushing the balled up fabric into Xingchen's mouth, taking his time with it to make sure he was properly silenced. "I told you to hush, didn't I?"
Xingchen bit down on the fabric, it didn't taste very nice, it was a bit salty and sweaty. He whimpered behind it and then nodded his head because he did tell him to be quiet but he was scared, he was covered in another man and no thoughts seemed to be connecting any more.
He was crying but he wasn't sure why. He knew he was doing bad but that didn't make him want to stop, not really. All he wanted was for Chengmei to hold him and hurt him and make it all better again.
"What you're tasting is me. I'm all you should think about. So cry about me, nothing else." Whatever, he would take everything he could get. He placed two kisses on the blindfold, right above Xingchen's eyes, and then he tied a cloth over the gag, making sure Xingchen couldn't spit it out should he change his mind.
He turned him around onto his back and immediately twisted one of his nipples, licking and lightly nipping the other, testing his reaction. He wasn't thinking when he scratched across his chest, driven by the urge to leave his marks.
He was going to be covered in marks and another man's come. What was Song Lan going to think when he staggered home tomorrow? How would he hide from him for so long? Should he?
Xingchen cried out as he twisted his nipples and winced, biting into the fabric hard. It hurt, yes, but then his lips were against it and it made it all better. Those lips, kissing him, it was almost sweet. Soothing the wound. His cock twitched eager. He liked the pleasure as much as the pain.
He could get drunk on the knowledge that Xingchen wanted this as much as he did. He pulled away from him long enough to reach his phone, trying to get a somewhat all right angle and setting it to record, because he needed this. Then he stopped thinking very much at all, while he palmed himself and got between Xingchen's legs, while he took the man's hardening cock into his mouth.
He loved it, the feeling of him getting harder and harder, the direct feedback. He wanted to taste him, so he did not let up. Even if he had to suck him dry, he wanted it all.
It definitely worked. He was so overwhelmed by the touch, he practically screamed behind the gag and bucked away at the start. Even so, those steady hands and the inviting mouth, it melted his resolve and as overstimulated as he was, he still wanted it. He was crying and arching his back, covered in sweat and burning all over his inside. The room was getting fuzzy and he yelped behind the gag.
The last orgasm was enough. He came but little came out as he felt black spots cover his eyesight. The drugs were starting to pull him under.
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Xue Yang sped the car up, rolling his eyes. "Your boyfriend ain't shit."
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"I'm truly pathetic. I am easily corrupted, apparently." Xiao Xingchen sounded slightly hysterical because it was true, he was a deviant, chasing only pleasure. Nothing else. "What is wrong with me?"
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Not that he wasn't thrilled that the man felt like that. He wanted to have that kind of power over him, seeing that Xiao Xingchen had such a hold on him. It wouldn't be fair otherwise. If Xiao Xingchen made him feel love, he wanted to make Xiao Xingchen feel bad. Because that was what he was.
"We're almost there. Are you going to run?"
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"We're doing this. I'm yours tonight." Clearly or he wouldn't be here, blindfolded and heading somewhere. Another car park? No, he said home. Chengmei's home. That was nice. Safer. He didn't want to go to his home. The idea terrified him.
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"You want me to be rough, don't you?" His smile was audible and then the lift doors opened and he pulled Xingchen inside. The moment they were in, the second he had hit the button for his floor, he had shoved Xingchen back against the wall. Two kicks to his legs to spread them apart and then he started kissing him. Kissing him fervently, with the fire that burned them both by now even though only one of them was drugged.
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Chengmei kicked his legs apart and he whined eagerly, kissing back eagerly, reaching out to put his hands on Chengmei's hips to steady himself. Maybe he was a sick sinner but at least he was a sick sinner about to have some amazing sex.
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"You are home early. Must have found someone good," Wei Wuxian commented and then he watched as Xue Yang walked a very aroused blindfolded man past them to his room.
"Interrupt me and you're dead," Xue Yang promised his roommates, making no idle threat.
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Xingchen was blushing bright red. People had seen him. Blindfolded, his dick hard against his pants and hurrying after Chengmei. They knew him, the real him, better than anyone who had known him for years. Better than Song Lan. This was what he was, he was a dirty slut.
He moved into Chengmei's room and then leaned against Chengmei suddenly, feeling light headed. "I don't feel good." The drugs were starting to get to him.
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Then he had him there. Naked, wanting, under him. He sat on Xingchen's thighs, his hands on Xingchen's back, the man lying on his stomach, pinned down by him completely. He bent forward, his own hard cock ever so obvious. Speaking by Xingchen's ear, he kept his voice low. "I'm going to rim you. Bet your prissy boyfriend's never done that. You need Chengmei to treat you the way you need it."
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He panted lightly, feeling Chengmei's breath on his ear. "He doesn't like to touch me." Was it his fault? Did Song Lan know? Was he too dirty to touch. "I want to be touched."
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Because that was how he felt. He had never known such craving. He had never needed anyone. Yet here he was now, running his tongue along Xingchen's spine. He had rimmed before, he had it done to him. It had never been like this because he had never been this eager. As he licked between Xingchen's cheeks, all he wanted was to hear his sounds and to make him squirm. He was going to make him come over and over tonight.
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"Gods, are you really...?" Xingchen trailed off. He was. So this was rimming.
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He wasted no time after that, pulling himself back up until he sat on Xingchen's lower back. He opened the drawer of his nightstand and found another hair band. He was appreciating his hairstyle more and more ever day. It only took him seconds to tie the cloth around Xingchen's wrists and cinch it off, less than that to attach it to the headboard. Then he slapped Xingchen's ass, resounding in the room. "Round one."
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He was breathing heavily, his legs weak from his orgasm and feeling very sticky and gross. "We're going again?" He sounded far away as he spoke, dazed and his brain not keeping up with his body. "Please be careful." It was beginning to feel too much.
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His fingers digging into Xingchen's hip, he lifted him up, positioned himself. He was slick from his tongue and Xue Yang had run out of patience. Without any more preparation, he pushed inside him, revelling at the pain that came with it. He moved into him as deep as he could, slow but persistent. Then he was still on top of him for a few heartbeats, a heavy weight pinning him down.
And then he started thrusting, fucking him hard and fast.
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The pace they were fucking was punishing and Xingchen whined and whimpered, jerking back into Chengmei automatically. This was going to hurt tomorrow.
It didn't take long for his over-sensitive body to come again, crying out and shaking as he did. "Ah, please!" His whole body was like a raw nerve and every touch was over-stimulating.
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Every moment of this he wanted to keep forever. "Round two," he finally said, when he could trust his own voice again. They were not done.
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"I need to stop! I need to shower, please, I need to." If he didn't clean off the evidence, Song Lan was going to know. "He's going to find out..."
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He knelt next to Xingchen and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up off the mattress. He started pushing the balled up fabric into Xingchen's mouth, taking his time with it to make sure he was properly silenced. "I told you to hush, didn't I?"
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He was crying but he wasn't sure why. He knew he was doing bad but that didn't make him want to stop, not really. All he wanted was for Chengmei to hold him and hurt him and make it all better again.
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He turned him around onto his back and immediately twisted one of his nipples, licking and lightly nipping the other, testing his reaction. He wasn't thinking when he scratched across his chest, driven by the urge to leave his marks.
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Xingchen cried out as he twisted his nipples and winced, biting into the fabric hard. It hurt, yes, but then his lips were against it and it made it all better. Those lips, kissing him, it was almost sweet. Soothing the wound. His cock twitched eager. He liked the pleasure as much as the pain.
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He loved it, the feeling of him getting harder and harder, the direct feedback. He wanted to taste him, so he did not let up. Even if he had to suck him dry, he wanted it all.
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The last orgasm was enough. He came but little came out as he felt black spots cover his eyesight. The drugs were starting to pull him under.