"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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"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.