The denial, rejection, it was bad enough. But then to be sworn at? Xue Yang's face showed it quite openly. Surprise. Confusion. Hurt. Then, like a wall that hid anything more vulnerable, anger.
He got up, no more trace of a smile. "Fine!"
Xue Yang spat the word out, then he grabbed Meng Yao by his hair and used that to pull him forward. He looked into his eyes, his own fiery and narrowed. "Fine, you little shit. Then hang there until you rot, for all I care!"
He let go of him and shook his head, running a hand through his own hair. "Fuck off, yeah? You think I need you and your attitude? I can go out right now and get someone who'd beg me for a blowjob, you ungrateful asshole."
"You're mocking me! I know you are. You're just fucking laughing at me, you think I'm pathetic!" Meng Yao yelled back, lowering his head as he felt a sob come out of his mouth because he couldn't help himself. "I know you do, everyone does. Everyone is always laughing at me. It's pathetic. That I want. That I need."
He hated it. He hated himself. He wanted it but he couldn't handle it. He sobbed as he wished desperately he could stop himself, that he wasn't crying.
"Go on, go fuck someone. Go fuck anyone. I know you can, of course you can. You look like that and everyone throws themselves at you." So what did he matter? He was doomed no matter what. He was just a toy.
"The fuck are you even talking about?! I was gonna suck your dick, then you would get to suck mine. What's pathetic about wanting your dick sucked? It's fucking normal, you weirdo." Xue Yang rolled his eyes, then headed out of the room into his bedroom. He had meant to have a proper shower and everything after playing with Meng Yao, but now he just changed his shirt and tied his hair back.
Then he walked back into the room with Meng Yao, already holding duct tape in his hand. "Lips together, freak. I'm stashing you, don't need you dampening the mood."
"It's starting to hurt, please, don't leave me like this. I'm sorry. You were laughing, I'm sorry." Meng Yao begged, knowing he had panicked and ruined everything but he didn't know how to fix it. Was he really going to just leave him like this? He was all dressed up now, was he really going to fuck? Damn it.
"Please. I'm sorry." He tried once again, hopelessly, looking at Xue Yang for some kind of pity.
"You rejected me, you stupid bastard. Like you are too good for me, huh?" Xue Yang was clearly all out of pity, if he ever felt that emotion. He started wrapping the tape around Meng Yao's head and then smoothed it down over his lips, going several rounds. Not the most effective gag, but he liked the look of it and it would work for what he was doing.
"I'm gonna take someone home, so we'll be in the bedroom. That means you've gotta hush hush."
Meng Yao knew he had fucked up, there was no going back from this. He breathed heavily through his nose, angry and upset. Why did he reject him? Why did he panic? He was embarrassed, he was used to people humiliating him, he didn't think it was genuine. He was trembling now, his body already sore.
And now he was going to have to listen to Xue Yang fuck all night.
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He got up, no more trace of a smile. "Fine!"
Xue Yang spat the word out, then he grabbed Meng Yao by his hair and used that to pull him forward. He looked into his eyes, his own fiery and narrowed. "Fine, you little shit. Then hang there until you rot, for all I care!"
He let go of him and shook his head, running a hand through his own hair. "Fuck off, yeah? You think I need you and your attitude? I can go out right now and get someone who'd beg me for a blowjob, you ungrateful asshole."
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He hated it. He hated himself. He wanted it but he couldn't handle it. He sobbed as he wished desperately he could stop himself, that he wasn't crying.
"Go on, go fuck someone. Go fuck anyone. I know you can, of course you can. You look like that and everyone throws themselves at you." So what did he matter? He was doomed no matter what. He was just a toy.
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Then he walked back into the room with Meng Yao, already holding duct tape in his hand. "Lips together, freak. I'm stashing you, don't need you dampening the mood."
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"Please. I'm sorry." He tried once again, hopelessly, looking at Xue Yang for some kind of pity.
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"I'm gonna take someone home, so we'll be in the bedroom. That means you've gotta hush hush."
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And now he was going to have to listen to Xue Yang fuck all night.