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Shen Yuan stands over a wriggling pretty boy, with his hands on his hips, and says, “Binghe, get up.”
Luo Binghe, rather than getting up and going home like any respectable human being would, shoves his head under the loose flapping edge of Shen Yuan’s shirt, pressing a messy nose and sweaty forehead against his stomach. Undeterred by smacking hands, Luo Binghe rubs his face into the flat stomach, hands wrapping firmly around Shen Yuan’s thighs to keep him close.
“Gross! Stop!”
“But Yuan-ge-e-e-e…” Luo Binghe whines. “I’m too drunk to drive home!”
Shen Yuan scoffs coldly, his back crawling and stomach twitching at the feeling of such a pretty boy’s face rubbing all over him, even creeping up far enough that he can feel lashes fluttering on his chest. He pushes both hands on the intruding lump, trying and failing to remove Luo Binghe. “You had one beer! Just one! I had to finish the rest of the pack by myself!”
“So you want me to crash and die?!” Luo Binghe wails, crying into the little cleft between Shen Yuan’s pecs. “Yuan-ge is so cruel! Yuan-ge doesn’t love me!”
Shen Yuan rolls his eyes and throws his hands up. “Oh, for– fine. You know what? Fine. Sleep on the floor for all I care.”
Grumbling to himself, he still goes to his closet to dig out a futon and spare sheets and allows Luo Binghe to steal one of his pillows. A spoiled child will always remain a spoiled child… And Shen Yuan has certainly spoiled him enough!
Shen Yuan lays down, thankful he has a double bed which is much too small to comfortably house two fully grown men else Luo Binghe would surely be pawing at him to sleep in bed with him too.
A hand starts patting at his hip a few moments later. He heaves a sigh, refusing to open his eyes. “Go to bed, Binghe.”
“... mmph.”
The intruding hand pulls away, and Shen Yuan sleeps.
In the middle of the night, Shen Yuan slowly drifts out of sleep. Some small, suspicious sounds are audible in the quiet of his room, and a dim light filters through his closed eyelids. He doesn’t want to, but he opens his eyes and puts on his glasses. At his desk, hunched over, is Luo Binghe, watching something.
Voice slurred with sleep, Shen Yuan asks, “Binghe?”
Luo Binghe turns and blinks at him with bloodshot eyes, clearly not having slept.
On the laptop screen, glowing a blue-green in the dark of his room, only a single thing can be made out – it’s a rectangular video player where half a dozen men are on a bed together, one being fucked relentlessly and coming all over himself, only the small sounds of him moaning coming from a nearly muted speaker. The title of the video is Straight College Stud gets fucked on Hazing night. Shen Yuan recognizes it on sight as he’s watched it about fifteen times.
“Binghe, what are you doing?” Shen Yuan blinks wildly, the sleep vanishing from his eyes. “Are you looking through my bookmarks?”
Looking completely unashamed at being caught snooping, Luo Binghe earnestly asks, “Yuan-ge also watches this type of thing?”
Somehow that wording steamrolls right over his normal prickly reluctance, and that is what Shen Yuan latches onto. It’s not that Shen Yuan watches this type of porn, it’s that he also watches it. That can only mean that Luo Binghe must watch it too. This makes sense! Absolute, utter sense!
Sitting up with the type of fire in his heart that usually only ignites when he meets a fellow weeb who is as invested in the minutiae of anime power scaling as he is, Shen Yuan sits up and turns to look at Luo Binghe. “I do, I do. Binghe, you’ve seen this video too?”
Luo Binghe watches him for a moment. Then he smiles. “Yuan-ge is so intelligent. Very astute. I was unable to sleep and got bored. When I opened your browser to occupy myself, I recognized the title and became overwhelmed with curiosity. Yuan-ge, you don’t hate me for looking at your computer, do you?”
Shen Yuan rolls his eyes. Drama queen. “No, of course not.”
“Then, Yuan-ge, won’t you please tell me why you watch gay adult videos?”
“It’s not gay,” Shen Yuan defends automatically. He knows he’s normal! He’s seen reddit posts about it! Straight men watch male-on-male porn all the time, not just him! “I admire the male form! Usual porn focuses too much on the girls, you know? Any straight guy can appreciate a strong, muscular, good looking dude, right? I mean, what do you watch it for?”
Luo Binghe stares. Shen Yuan catches the tiniest little twitch in his brow. Then he smiles wider, all pearly teeth. “I… ‘admire’… the ‘plots’. Don’t you find them so interesting? The many ways a virtuous, straight man can be lured into depravity.”
On the screen behind him, one man finishes inside the writhing hazed pledge. The cameraman gets in-between two other gangbang participants to zoom in on the creampie slowly oozing out as the softened dick slips out. The pledge is rolled over and has his hips hiked up, another participant immediately climbing onto him and fucking in. A faint guttural moan is audible through the speakers.
“Look, Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe says, gesturing at the laptop monitor. A hazing member has turned the pledges face and pushed his cock between his lips, a bit forceful, even as he’s still being fucked from behind by another faceless member of the throng. “He’s straight too. Like you. But he’s being made to take man after man, and he likes it.”
Watching the pledge buck his hips as he comes, face screwed up in red, humiliated pleasure, Shen Yuan considers it. There is something appealing about taboo. “But, it’s not really gay as long as you’re being forced.”
Luo Binghe lurches forward with a burning, intense expression. His one hand white knuckles on his knee, the other falling limply from where it had been gesturing. “Yuan-ge…!” Luo Binghe groans, then rapidly pulls himself back together. “Ah, Yuan-ge. Won’t you watch some with me? You must have good recommendations.”
“... What?”
“Haven’t you watched a lot?” Luo Binghe asks innocently. “There were so many bookmarks…”
Shen Yuan, who is quite accustomed to Luo Binghe snooping through his phone, is totally unsurprised his internet history has been plumbed. “Having bookmarks and wanting to watch porn with someone else are not related.”
“Why? What’s different? Men watch stuff like this together all the time,” Luo Binghe immediately argues. Then the puppy dog eyes get brought out in full force. “Is Yuan-ge… saying he doesn’t feel close enough with me to watch?”
“Well, no, but…”
Shen Yuan shifts uncomfortably. Isn’t it obvious that being friends, and watching porn together, are two entirely different things? No matter how close two men are together, can it be as simple as sitting down to watch an episode of television?! Isn’t he forgetting a very particular activity one normally does while watching porn that one wouldn’t do in front of friends?!
How does he expect Shen Yuan to respond when he’s basically asking to masturbate together!!
Without waiting for a response, Luo Binghe takes the laptop and hurriedly scrambles onto the bed, knocking their knees together. The sheets bunch under him twisting to find a good seat, his back to the wall and the laptop settled between them.
“Please, Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe pleads, eyes wide. There’s something suspiciously shiny lingering in the corners of his eyes. Are those tears?!
If there is only one thing that Shen Yuan is weak to in this world, it’s cute people shooting him puppy dog eyes. Only two people have mastered them to such a high degree: his sister, and Luo Binghe.
He tries to hold out. Luo Binghe leans forward with an even more pitiful expression somehow, like a kicked dog, striking directly into his heart with the precision of a knife. “Yuan-ge, you’re already hard, right?”
Shen Yuan’s entire body prickles with fright. He’s right. Seeing that familiar video that’s accompanied him so often during his masturbation sessions, his cock had gotten perked up right away. It’s been annoyingly pulsing against his thigh for the last minute or so now.
“Me too,” Luo Binghe adds shyly, spreading his thighs. Pressing up against his pants, a very large bulge is obvious. Something about it makes Shen Yuan feel a dozen times more embarrassed, his face going hot, and his heart thumping. “So… Can’t we? Please?”
“... Fuck! Fine!”
Luo Binghe looks as if he’s hung the moon for him, grinning happily and making himself comfortable.
Shen Yuan looks at the laptop, closing the video and opening a new tab. “What do you even want to… Um… You know.”
“Yuan-ge is my senior; I’ll happily watch anything he likes,” Luo Binghe responds like a respectful junior, which he clearly is not. “Yuan-ge, pick your favourite!”
Shen Yuan’s neck crawls under Luo Binghe’s heavy gaze. He scrolls through his various bookmarks, all separated into individual folders: frat hazing, massage parlors, stepbrothers, doctors and patients, and drunken victims, among others. He pauses over the ‘drunken victims’ folder he’s curated, searching it for a particular link: I get my stupid straight roommate drunk. It’s one of his favourites to jerk off to.
He clicks on it and full screens it before sitting back, conscious not to sit close enough to knock elbows with Luo Binghe. His effort is then trampled as Luo Binghe scoots closer, half-leaning into him, close enough that his long hair tickles Shen Yuan’s collar.
“Binghe, back up.”
“Yuan-ge…”
He shoots a dirty look at him, steeling himself against the nuclear weapons known as puppy dog eyes. “It’s too gay if we’re touching like that. Just sit on your own side of the bed, alright?”
“... tsk.”
Luo Binghe slowly slinks back.
Earnestly fighting back embarrassment, Shen Yuan tugs his pajama pants down enough to pull his dick out.
On the laptop screen, the person recording the video starts it on the face of his roommate, a well built young man with dark hair and a friendly face. He’s slumped on his bed with a dizzy smile, giggling about something. The camera pulls out to show a multitude of beer cans and even some wine bottles littered around the room. In terms of storytelling, it’s not bad. Not that you can expect much more than this from porn.
Sternly focusing only on the laptop and not on the person beside him, Shen Yuan falls into familiarity. This video has accompanied him and his lonely right hand many nights. He manages to relax enough to start stroking himself.
He’d already been a bit turned on, and now it surges into full hardness. He leisurely touches himself, watching the person recording the video approach the bed. The drunken roommate looks up at him with a loopy smile, and a hand urges his mouth open, saliva-covered lips slack. It’s the perfect opening for the uploader to shove his cock down the roommate’s throat.
“Hey, Yuan-ge.”
Shen Yuan’s gut swoops at his voice. In his hand, his dick twitches and stiffens. He tries not to show anything on his face, slowly stroking himself. “What?”
“Yuan-ge, don’t you like strong, muscular, good looking men, like me?” Luo Binghe asks.
Shen Yuan peeks at him from the corner of his eyes. Leisurely leaning back against the wall, Luo Binghe runs a splayed hand up his chest, pushing his shirt up as he does, until almost all of his stomach and pecs are bare. The tip of one of his fingers brushes against the pebbled, brown peak of one of his nipples. With his shirt up and pants down, there is an indecently long stretch of naked skin.
It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but in this context, with Luo Binghe’s right hand curled around the base of his erection, it feels dirty.
Shen Yuan’s mouth abruptly feels dry. He swallows around a cottony feeling. His gaze jerks down to the laptop screen, refusing to glance back.
“It’s alright, Yuan-ge. It’s only admiration. You can look as much as you’d like. Here,” Luo Binghe says, reaching out to Shen Yuan with the hand that had just been stroking himself. There’s a dampness to his palm that Shen Yuan tries not to think about. “You can touch, too. Weren’t you ever curious, watching all of these? What a body like that feels like to touch?”
Luo Binghe places Shen Yuan’s hand on his right pec, gently squeezing. Shen Yuan’s fingers curl, fitting over the curve of his chest, skin warm. In between two of his fingers, one of those brown nipples is pert and hard.
“I… I… Uh.” Shen Yuan’s tongue twists up. His brain sparks like an outlet with a plug roughly yanked out of it. On screen, the drunk roommate is sloppily blowing the top, camera zoomed close on his bleary gaze that can’t seem to focus. “That’s not. Um. I’m…”
Luo Binghe’s palm squeezes tighter, just barely to the point of discomfort. When Shen Yuan tugs, his hand doesn’t budge an inch. Binghe hums thoughtfully. “Maybe Yuan-ge wants to touch somewhere else.”
Slowly, inch by inch, his hand is guided down the rolling curves of muscles, over the flat plane of stomach, until it’s pressed against the length of Luo Binghe’s cock. Shen Yuan’s stomach flips inside out and he nearly comes. His thighs twitch and balls ache, drawn tight to his body. His hand doesn’t quite know what to do, frozen in place, neither pulling away nor properly grabbing on.
“Hold it.”
Shen Yuan slowly closes his fingers around the thick length. He isn’t able to fully close his hand. It’s an intimidating size that he rarely ever sees even in porn, so thick and long it would put any normal man to shame. It’s easily twice as thick and nearly twice as long as Shen Yuan’s own dick.
Luo Binghe leans into him then, putting his mouth to Shen Yuan’s ear. His breath is warm and hot, humid. “Make me feel good, Yuan-ge.”
A faint white noise buzzes in Shen Yuan’s skull. “Uh.”
“You know how,” Luo Binghe teases, still speaking directly into his ear, so close he can hear the wet sounds his mouth makes when his lips part and feel the vibrations of his voice in the shell of his ear. Something about it makes his toes curl, his dick weeping with how close he is. “Touch me exactly like you touch yourself.”
Shen Yuan’s throat clicks when he swallows again. His brain is a slurry of confused, horny thoughts, so mixed up and hot he can’t think of anything to say. His hands have never serviced another person, it’s entirely new to him. The weight of Luo Binghe too is new. And its size, and weight, and the feeling of the bulging veins under velvet skin. But, he obeys.
Both of his hands stroke upwards in tandem. His cock is so sensitive that he’s amazed he doesn’t orgasm right then, the reddened head dripping and sticky with precome. He curls his hand at the tip of his dick, rubbing his palm there as he continues drawing his other hand up Luo Binghe, so much longer that he can’t keep pace with himself. He could tell from sight alone that this massive thing is beyond normal, a fearsome size that even the greatest porn star would pray to be gifted with, but touching it?
It’s filthy and perverted and so – so–
Shen Yuan’s stomach clenches tight, his legs shivering. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to think.
“Don’t shut your eyes, Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe pleads, nuzzling his temple. He sounds as if one refusal from Shen Yuan would send him into a teary fit.
Fuck, Shen Yuan thinks sincerely, and opens his eyes to watch the video again, still masturbating them both. A trickle of hot liquid spills onto his hand from Luo Binghe, but the massive weight in his hand doesn’t soften and Luo Binghe doesn’t pull away, so Shen Yuan squeezes tighter and keeps stroking.
“Ah – oh, oh, gege, feels good…”
“Shut up,” Shen Yuan mutters, jerking them off faster.
The man on screen, being recorded by his assaulter – his friend – is hard despite being blacked out drunk. After being forced to suck his friend’s cock, he’s been pushed onto his back and had his legs spread. All you see from the person holding the camera is his erect cock pushing between those open legs, plunging into his hole without care. No preparation, no condom, nothing, not even a kind word. In fact, the person holding the camera is laughing at how easy it is. How his stupid slut of a roommate can be fucked like a whore after a few drinks, and won’t even remember a thing.
The drunken roommate doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. He just feels good, even when being fucked raw, like he’s just a sex toy to be used and discarded.
It’s just porn. It isn’t real. But the idea still presents itself: how many times has this happened before? How many times has he been… raped? And liked it? That’s what Shen Yuan thinks about every time he watches this video. He even thinks about it when he goes drinking with his friends.
He thinks about it when he has Luo Binghe stay the night after some shared beers.
A heavy palm strokes up the inside of his thigh, fingers edging towards his sac. A shivery sensation crawls up and down his spine. In his ear, Luo Binghe murmurs, “Doesn’t that look like it feels good? … Hey, Yuan-ge, you want to try it?”
An anxious thrill curls in his stomach. His fingers idly rest on both of their dicks, not moving. He feels vaguely nauseous but he hasn’t gone soft. If anything, he can feel his pounding heartbeat in his dick as it stiffens more, the vein running along the underside throbbing.
“I’m… I can't… I can’t,” Shen Yuan rasps, eyes trembling as he watches the drunken roommate on screen panting and moaning raggedly. “Binghe…”
Luo Binghe smiles; Shen Yuan can feel the upturn in his lips against the shell of his ear.
Then in a disorienting swoop, Shen Yuan is turned and thrown onto his back, his legs spread open for Luo Binghe to slot himself between them. The laptop is pushed up the bed near his head, the video now obscured from sight but the audio still clear, all wet plap plap plap.
“You drank too much earlier, didn’t you? You don’t even know what’s happening right now, do you?” Luo Binghe says sweetly into his hairline.
The pack of beer they’d bought and shared had only been a 6-pack, though Luo Binghe had just had one of them. Five beers isn’t enough to get blacked out like that. Even if so, he’d have slept it off by now.
But he says nothing as his pants are pulled all the way off and thrown to the side. Luo Binghe leans over him and rustles in the side table, pulling out a half-used bottle of lotion. The cap pops off with a loud sound. Shen Yuan’s stomach twists again, his breath hitching, dick pulsing against his stomach and smearing clear precome all over it.
His lips brush Shen Yuan’s forehead in a facsimile of a kiss, and he breathes out, “Don’t worry, Yuan-ge. I won’t ask you anymore.”
Luo Binghe parts his legs with a heavy hand. The expression on his face is dark and hungry. His gaze is lidded, long lashes shadowing his black eyes, fluttering over the top of his cheek. He looks like he wants to eat Shen Yuan alive. It’s electrifying. It’s frightening.
He holds up his hands, lightly pushing at Luo Binghe’s chest. “Binghe, wait, wait–”
Luo Binghe acts as if he can’t hear him, and pushes the bottle of lotion between Shen Yuan’s legs until the raised opening of it is pressed against his rim. His dick spurts an anxious stripe across the flat of his stomach as Luo Binghe squeezes the bottle and lotion squirts inside him. It’s cold, and thick.
“Binghe , ah–ah, wait–!” Shen Yuan cries, pushing a bit harder.
Luo Binghe doesn’t move an inch.
He licks his lips in a slow and sensual motion, squeezing more lotion in before pulling the bottle away and tossing it aside. All of Shen Yuan’s body feels electrified, skin too tight to contain him, twitching and shivering, like a live wire stripped down. The coldness of the lotion inside of him is stark compared to the sweaty heat all over the rest of his body. His pajama shirt and bed sheets stick to his back, suddenly coarse and rough against his sensitive skin.
“Binghe, I’m– I – I can’t,” he tries again.
“Shh, Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe soothes. He kisses Shen Yuan’s forehead to pacify him. “I told you already, I won’t ask you,” he says warmly, lovingly. “I’ll just take you.”
Between his legs, a thick, turgid roundness nudges at his rim. It’s hot and swollen, slick, and thick as a fist. Shen Yuan knows it intimately already, having just stroked it with his hand. The taste of it would be on his palm.
Just as promised, without asking him, Luo Binghe presses against his entrance. Slowly and relentlessly, Shen Yuan is opened up around that incomparable cock.
Even urged along with lotion, the girth of Luo Binghe is simply too much. It’s painful, overwhelming, seemingly unending as it pushes past the entrance and into him. Shen Yuan squeezes down hard, his legs involuntarily kicking out with spasms. Those same spasms shoot up his spine, into the base of his skull, his scalp going numb and sparks brightly flaring in his vision.
His stomach feels stuffed, heavy, his breathing coming strained and shallow, as if Luo Binghe had pierced so deeply that it crushed his lungs. His tongue feels tied into knots. “Binghe, ahh… Ahh…”
“It’s only halfway,” Luo Binghe mumbles to himself. Shen Yuan’s stomach drops. Halfway? “I need to be deeper.”
Putting his full weight into the next thrust, Luo Binghe fucks in – again, then again, easing another inch in with each push. He wasn’t lying; it feels as if Luo Binghe pushes a large iron rod into the pit of his stomach. It’s molten hot inside him and scrapes against every crease and pleasurable bump inside him. It knocks against something inside of him, something firm and resisting, like another entrance.
“Gege…” Luo Binghe groans, panting heavily. His eyes are almost shut with pleasure, brows pinched and cheeks red. “I need to be deeper.”
“What deeper?!” Shen Yuan tries to scold. It comes out as a pitiful whimper.
Luo Binghe starts fucking him properly then, pushing harder and harder at that resisting spot. He puts his hands behind Shen Yuan’s knees and pushes them back, angling himself to spear down into Shen Yuan’s stomach with every thrust. His stinging opening slowly loosens with every vicious thrust, pitiful moans spilling out as every pleasurable spot inside of him is ground against by Luo Binghe’s massive cock working in and out.
His hips and legs feel numb. His back rubs against the bed, sweat beading all over his face and neck and back, hands scrambling to hold onto Luo Binghe’s shoulders to keep himself somewhat still as he’s ruthlessly fucked. Like this, with Luo Binghe’s expression screwed shut with focus, his lips bitten shut, the audio of porn playing in the background, it almost feels like he’s just… just some hole for Luo Binghe to get off in.
Shen Yuan’s eyes water. Everything feels tight and hot and he’s so, so close. “Fuck, fuck, nn, fuck, Binghe–”
Luo Binghe finally, finally, bottoms out inside of him, his cockhead pushing beyond that part inside, where it feels like he’s pierced through into the depths of his guts.
Shen Yuan orgasms untouched. His stomach shivers, clutching tightly around Luo Binghe’s full length, coaxing it deeper as he comes messily over himself.
Luo Binghe’s hips draw back. The pressure against his inner walls eases, until the fist-like head tugs at his strained opening. The flared tip is like a hook, drawing his insides out, his rim twitching as it’s stretched. It’s a frightening sensation; he clamps down until his innards tremble from the strain, just trying to keep Luo Binghe from pulling out.
Shen Yuan whimpers, bearing lightly down, sliding Luo Binghe back into himself, just enough to ease the pressure tugging on his rim. “Wait, ahh, ah, fuck, wait! Don’t – Don’t pull out yet.”
Luo Binghe’s nostrils flare and his gaze burns, icy and black. He pushes Shen Yuan’s knees down until they’re beside his head, fully pushed in half. “Of course, gege. I’ll keep fucking you until you’re satisfied.”
“No, no–” Shen Yuan tries to say, but Luo Binghe fucks the rest of his words out of his brain with the next thrust. Bent completely in half like this, Luo Binghe bearing down fully onto him, he’s been pushed into a mating position.
His body shivers and twitches, overstimulated and unable to escape. Luo Binghe watches him with a frantic, dark fervour, a sort of glee shining in his eyes.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, gege?”
“It’s too–too mu-uch!” Shen Yuan cries, nails scraping down Luo Binghe’s back, dragging down his shirt. His voice hiccups with every thrust into the depths of his stomach. “Pl-ease, stop, stop!”
“I’ll stop fucking you if you kiss me,” Luo Binghe promises, tongue lolling out, wet with saliva.
Shen Yuan opens his mouth. In the next breath that long tongue is shoved between his lips, licking like a wild dog all over the inside of his mouth, over the roof of his tongue, curling to trace over the backs of his teeth. He can taste Binghe’s drool coating every inch of his mouth, feels the rough drag of his tongue on his own that stays inert and passive.
Luo Binghe’s lips are soft and plump compared to Shen Yuan’s own thin ones. His hair tickles Shen Yuan’s temples and ears, curtaining around his face. With those two things alone, one could almost think of him as girlish, or feminine.
His kiss is anything but. It’s domineering and hungry. Teeth press against his mouth, sharp canines threatening to split his lip, and Luo Binghe’s tongue fucks in over and over, lapping up every bit of Shen Yuan’s saliva. He truly seems to want to devour Shen Yuan.
Between his legs, Shen Yuan feels the intruding length grow thicker. It pauses for a moment, then increases in speed, slamming to the depths of him. The thick head is relentless, striking into the part when his guts curl that makes his brain feel hot and his legs spasm, the entire length of him thrusting in and out with filthy, wet sounds. His stomach feels bruised from the inside.
Shen Yuan clings onto Luo Binghe’s shoulders, eyes dripping with tears and jaw hung open around Luo Binghe’s eager, forceful tongue. He manages to wrench his head away, wailing, “You s-said – you said you’d stop!”
One of Luo Binghe’s palms clasps heavily over his mouth. His eyes are black voids, full of some frightening, intense emotion, the only glints of light in them coming from the laptop screen where the straight, drunk, stupid roommate is sobbing through a dry orgasm. It happens at the twenty-three minute mark; Shen Yuan remembers it distinctly. He’s watched the video so many times the expression on his pathetic cockdrunk face is clear in his memory.
“Yuan-ge, if you’re too loud, won’t everyone know exactly what’s happening to you right now?” Luo Binghe asks. He’s breathless, voice rough. “If you’re too loud, won’t everyone know you spread your legs and let me fuck you?”
Shen Yuan’s stomach violently inverts and he comes all over himself again, stomach twitching and aching as his balls empty out. His vision goes white and his hearing dulls into a distant buzzing sound, only his rapid heartbeat audible. He’s melting everywhere – skin sweaty and sticky, dick spilling so much it feels like it’s broken, his hole fucked loose and wet with lotion and Luo Binghe’s come, eyes hot with tears, and brain fucked senseless and stupid.
He’s drifting and hazy by the time he comes back to himself. He really feels drunk then, limbs all gone limp and numb, and his head dizzy from Luo Binghe’s hand cutting off his air.
“Mmph… Mn, mm…” Shen Yuan moans behind Luo Binghe’s palm. He lays there, ankles by Luo Binghe’s ears, his knees pressed into the bed, and his hole fucked like a cocksleeve, wet and sloppy.
“Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe happily says, licking over the back of his own hand, acting as if he’s still kissing Shen Yuan. “Yuan-ge, I’m going to fuck you like this from now on, okay?”
Silenced under Luo Binghe’s heavy hand, Shen Yuan cannot respond. Even if he could speak he doesn’t know what he would say in response. His exhausted dick gives a small, pained twitch, dribbling weakly.
“You don’t have to say yes. You’ll be innocent. As long as you’re being forced, it’s fine, right?” Luo Binghe says. “So I’ll fuck you like this whenever I want. You can say no if you want. But it won’t matter. Okay?”
Shen Yuan whimpers, eyes rolling back. His stomach clenches hard. It feels like he’s coming, but his dick is soft and nothing more comes out.
Luo Binghe fucks him a few minutes more until he stiffens. Inside Shen Yuan his cock jerks hard enough to tug on his guts, pulling them out of shape with the force of it, and it comes. It comes and comes and comes, long, hot, thick, filling him until he swears that if he looks down between their bodies he can see the gentle swell of it all distending in his stomach.
When Luo Binghe pulls out, a thick stream of come spills out after him. Shen Yuan vainly tries to clench shut, a bizarre worry about his ruined sheets crossing his mind, but his body has been fucked into Luo Binghe’s shape, stretched out and loose, unable to close.
Deep in his body is a heavy weight from semen packed inside him, and it feels filthy as it drips slowly from his ruined hole. His hips ache, rim stinging, and his stomach twinging with bruises from inside. He feels exhausted, both numb and overloaded with sensation.
Somehow, Shen Yuan… doesn’t mind it that much.
“Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe purrs. He crawls up the bed over Shen Yuan’s body and puts his sticky, messy dick to Shen Yuan’s lips. Shen Yuan opens his mouth before he can think, and that musky cock is pressed inside. “Lick me until I’m clean.”
Shen Yuan blinks up through tears. The taste is salty and bitter, the smell strong and almost earthy. It makes his mouth water, saliva pooling in his mouth as he sucks lightly on the softening head. The slit drips onto his tongue and the rest of the semen inside is slowly urged out by his sucking. The taste is stronger, more bitter, but he swallows it down obediently.
He curls his tongue on the underside, tracing the ridges of veins, up to the hood. Still dizzy from being fucked and half-suffocated, the heady smell and taste of sex makes him feel twice as lightheaded.
Relaxing, doing nothing but enjoying Shen Yuan’s mouth on him, Luo Binghe eventually leans forward to grab the laptop.
As he leans forward, his dick presses deeper, almost into Shen Yuan’s throat. He gags wetly, saliva pooling in his mouth. It seems to spur Luo Binghe to rock his hips forward and actually press his cockhead into the fluttering apex of Shen Yuan’s throat, past his gag reflex. He chokes, sucking and swallowing reflexively around the intrusion.
“Good, ahh, ah, so good,” Luo Binghe moans, gently humping his face.
With the immense length of it, it doesn’t quite fit into his mouth, even when his jaw opens to its fullest, straining wide. Luo Binghe ruts in and out for a while, sighing happily. Each wet gag makes his eyes water and nose drip. He feels disgusting and debauched, too weak to push away, and jaw strained open so wide he can’t shut it even if he wanted to.
Whatever few remaining brain cells he had functioning, they are well and truly shut off now. A heat burns in his spine, slowly simmering. His throat twinges in pain, and his vision crosses, blurry through tears. Every bit of him is wet and ruined, fucked until it’s left just a mess.
“That was a good video, Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe says absent-mindedly, slowing his thrusting as he looks at the screen.
Brain too full of cotton to feel like responding, Shen Yuan just hums in response without Binghe’s cock stuffed down his throat anymore. As he sucks and licks Luo Binghe clean, he hears the laptop keys clack. The video pauses and he listens as he can only assume Luo Binghe looks through the rest of his bookmarks.
Luo Binghe leans back and smiles at him. He runs a hand over Shen Yuan’s hair and gently down his cheek, through sweat and tears and snot and drool. “Which one should we watch next?”