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Like a rubber band stretched beyond limit, Xiao Xingchen lays limp on their shared bed, arms tied to the bed frame with his legs forcefully spread open by a pair of strong hands. Xue Yang is thrusting into him at a languid pace, obviously savouring the tight squeeze of Xiao Xingchen's asshole clenching around his cock and relishing in the near obedience displayed by Xiao Xingchen.
"Mmm," Xue Yang lets out a moan. Then thrusts. Slow but harsh, jolting Xiao Xingchen's body with the motion. "You should submit to me more often, Xingchen. You look so good like this- fuck-"
Xiao Xingchen is quiet—has been quiet for the past 20 minutes—but his breathing quickens and he trembles with every thrusts Xue Yang gives. It's Xue Yang's third round after Song Lan came the second time inside Xiao Xingchen, messing up his insides, making his hole all sloppy and wet. Loud squelches fill the room as Xue Yang moves.
Xiao Xingchen, however, has not been given the permission to come. His cock is dripping puddles onto his stomach, head turning into a dark shade of purple, twitching violently everytime Xue Yang fucking grinds on his prostate. He's so hard it fucking hurts and he wants to come so fucking bad but he will never, ever, beg.
Not ever, not in this life, not in the future, not even for his boyfriends to take the goddamn cock ring off so he could fucking come—
No. Never.
Xiao Xingchen nearly whimpers at a particularly hard thrust but he doesn’t. It takes all of his willpower to stop and if he nearly bit his tongue for it, Xue Yang and Song Lan doesn’t have to know.
Of course Xue Yang wouldn't let him go until Xiao Xingchen starts begging.
That's the whole point of tonight's session anyway—to let Xiao Xingchen submit himself completely to Xue Yang and Song Lan. Let them take care of him for once.
"But you both do take good care of me," Xiao Xingchen had said, smiling fondly while he strokes Xue Yang's hair.
"Yeah, by leaving us hard the entire week," Xue Yang pouted.
"Just you," Song Lan said. "I've been good,"
Xiao Xingchen laughed, but agreed anyway. If it's something that A-yang wants to try, then Xiao Xingchen is willing to indulge in it. He honestly didn't think his boyfriends could go this long just to hear him beg, but after four creampies in multiple positions and countless teasings, he's starting to get overwhelmed, stretched beyond limit and his control is slipping away bit by bit.
If he could hold on just a little bit longer...
Xiao Xingchen whimpers. It was soft, barely audible because he's been biting his lips it nearly bleeds but Xue Yang and Song Lan could hear it, could hear it coming deep from his throat—it almost sounds like a pained animal, slightly laced with pleasure when Xue Yang thrusts just right, hitting his prostate dead on and pushing in the sloppy mix of cum dripping out of him back into his hole.
Xue Yang beams.
"Look at you. All laid out and so fucking pretty for me," He thrusts again. His speed never changes—still slow and steady, yet hard and relentless. "You're so hard it looks like it hurts."
Xiao Xingchen whimpers again. He hates sounding so pathetic but he's so hard it really fucking hurts and Song Lan's finger teasing his cockhead isn't helping. At this point Xiao Xingchen might as well have a dry orgasm and pass out.
"Zichen, do you think we should let Xingchen come? Do you think he's earned it?"
"I thought you wanted to hear him beg," Song Lan says with a hint of amusement. His expression is calm but Xiao Xingchen could see the slight glint of lust and desire—to see Xiao Xingchen falling apart? Probably. He keeps giving feather-like touches to Xiao Xingchen's throbbing cock, making his thighs tremble.
"Mmm, you're right. He hasn't fully earned it, does he?" Xue Yang smirks before pulling out of Xiao Xingchen, then thrusts only the head in, pulls out, thrusts the head in again, then out, in, out, in—
Xiao Xingchen couldn't help it, couldn't even stop himself even if he wanted to—he lets out a long moan, a sound between desperate and arousal and 'oh my fucking God, please let me fucking come'. Xue Yang thinks he might cry from it. He keeps repeating the same motion, fucking Xiao Xingchen's sloppy hole but not exactly giving him what he wants.
Xue Yang is giddy all over.
Song Lan removes the ropes tying Xiao Xingchen's wrists before maneuvering him on his lap when Xue Yang pulls out yet again, a string of cum connects from his cock to Xiao Xingchen's dripping hole. What an obscene sight; his puffy rim twitches around nothing, swollen and slightly gaping and leaking cum onto the sheets. Xiao Xingchen feels so thoroughly used even if he has yet to beg Xue Yang and Song Lan to just fuck him like a cheap slut and letting him come.
Xiao Xingchen thinks he's above begging, but there are tears in his eyes and the words are right at the tip of his tongue.
He wants to come so fucking bad.
He could feel Song Lan's massive cock against his back as he kissed down his neck, leaving marks all over Xiao Xingchen's skin. Xiao Xingchen is so turned on and sensitive he started twitching even when Song Lan is just sucking a spot near his ear. His strong arms are holding his thighs apart for Xue Yang, making it easier for him to thrusts back into Xiao Xingchen's heat.
Xue Yang feels so much bigger and deeper from this angle Xiao Xingchen swears he could feel it deep in his throat. He is still tight-lipped though, only letting a few moans and whimpers slip out as he's sandwiched between his two boyfriends like he's nothing but a quiet fucktoy for them to use. Song Lan is touching him all over, everywhere but his cock and it's driving Xingchen crazy.
It very nearly made Xingchen beg.
Nearly because as soon as Song Lan turns his head to kiss him rough, Xiao Xingchen's orgasm hits him like a truck, like he's been punched in his gut and it fucking hurts and there's no relief because nothing is coming out of his dick. He came dry as Xue Yang keeps grinding against his prostate, like he's trying to milk Xiao Xingchen's orgasm in a near sadistic way, in a similar fashion Xiao Xingchen would always do towards him—it hurts so good but Xiao Xingchen is crying and panting and moaning and groaning into Song Lan's mouth.
All thoughts left his brain and he's wrung dry from his orgasm. Before he could do anything words start spilling out of his mouth like an open faucet.
"Hurts," He whimpers in a hoarse voice, "It hurts, Zichennnnn—ahh,"
Xue Yang looks psychotic. Like he's been waiting to see Xingchen falls apart right in front of his eyes, begging him and Song Lan for mercy. He could feel his own dick leaking precum inside of Xiao Xingchen. Xiao Xinhchen looks completely debauched as he lays limp in Song Lan's arms. His tear-stricken face is the prettiest sight Xue Yang has ever seen, eyes unfocused and staring beyond Xue Yang like he's too far gone. His lips are swollen from the biting and now it’s wet and red, panting harshly it nearly sounds like he's in pain.
Xue Yang kisses him like he's hungry, like he's devouring Xiao Xingchen alive.
"Please," Xiao Xingchen whimpers in between kisses, "A-Yang, please..."
"Please what, Princess?" Xue Yang licks his bloody lips clean. He could feel Xiao Xingchen's tight hole shuddering and clenching around him at the nickname.
Xiao Xingchen moans. "Fuck me, A-Yang. Please,"
"But I am fucking you," He thrusts again, slowly, so much slower than he's ever been tonight Xiao Xingchen could barely feel him move. He'd move his own hips if he could but Song Lan's grip on him is relentless.
"I am fucking you, Xingchen,"
"No," Xiao Xingchen slurs and shakes his head. He feels floaty, dizzy, like he's suddenly incapable of forming words. "Not like this..."
"Beg me, Xingchen. How do you want me to fuck you? Maybe if you beg me right I'll even let you come."
Xiao Xingchen whines. He hates begging. They've been together for 3 years and Song Lan has never heard Xiao Xingchen beg. It was always the other way around, and it still is even when they welcome Xue Yang into their relationship a year ago.
Xiao Xingchen never begs.
But when Xue Yang shrugs an "Oh well, guess you're not coming tonight" and starts pulling out, Xiao Xingchen is suddenly scrambling for him, trying to squirm to get Xue Yang deeper instead—
"Oh fuck, A-Yang, please. Please, please, please let me come on your cock. I will be so good for you and Zichen, just please—"
Xiao Xingchen screams when Xue Yang starts fucking him hard and fast. It's the hardest he or Song Lan has ever fucked him throughout the night and it makes Xiao Xingchen moan so loud they're pretty sure the neighbour could hear them. He's a blabbering mess in Song Lan's lap—if Song Lan's strong arms and chest are not there to hold him up, Xiao Xingchen is sure he would've hit his head against the bed frame with how fast Xue Yang is fucking into him.
Xue Yang groans filthy things into his ear, "Fuck, Xingchen, you're so fucking pretty like this. Your tight hole feels so good around my cock—oh fuck, I'm gonna come, fuck,"
Everything feels so intense. Xiao Xingchen is slipping away into unconsciousness despite the constant sounds of skin slapping against each other, the dim lights of the room, the constant sound of Xue Yang groaning into his ear, Song Lan's strong chest holding him up and grounding him to reality...
He feels like a sponge squeezed out and wrung dry, like he's been edged for eternity and it hurts but it also feels so fucking good he never wants Xue Yang to stop.
He faintly hears Song Lan telling Xue Yang to remove the cock ring, faintly hears Xue Yang coming before feeling wet warmth filling up his insides once again, faintly feels a hand (Song Lan's?) on his cock and stroking him to completion. His ears are buzzing, eyes barely opened as he faintly feels himself coming. Cum spurting out of his cock in pathetic little streaks, dribbling onto his stomach as the hand continues to help him through his orgasm, making sure that every drop is squeezed out of him. Another hand joins in to squeeze his balls, satisfied with the long whimper Xiao Xingchen lets out before it's scooping up his cum and smearing it across Xiao Xingchen's lip.
"You're so pretty like this, Xingchen." He hears Xue Yang say. "Our pretty little Princess,"
Xiao Xingchen huffs, and half wheezes. Princess. Xue Yang is getting too ahead of himself.
He feels Xue Yang pulling out of him. He had two fingers in Xiao Xingchen's hole immediately, spreading it open for both of them to see just how much cum is inside Xiao Xingchen's tiny hole. Xiao Xingchen moans when Xue Yang plays with the mess, coating his fingers in white, pulling out some of his cum only to push it back in with a squelch.
Xiao Xingchen is not the type to get embarrassed easily during sex, but after five creampies from his boyfriends and two intense orgasms, he suddenly feels filthy.
Not in a bad way, just. Filthy, and used. Like a cum dumpster.
He decides he doesn't hate the feeling.
"Mmm, you're still hard." Xue Yang trails a finger on Xiao Xingchen's cock. It twitches in interest but it also hurts and that makes Xiao Xingchen flinch. "Think you still have room for one more cumshot?"
Xiao Xingchen couldn't ignore Song Lan's erection even if he tried. His dick is massive and it's been pressed up hard against his back. It's impossible to mistake just how much this is turning him on too.
"It's okay if you're tired." Song Lan says. He had put down Xiao Xingchen's legs and is now holding him close against his chest.
But Xiao Xingchen shakes his head. "Let me lie down and you can fuck me again."
It doesn't take long before Song Lan is coming into Xiao Xingchen again and adding into the mess inside him. There's a slight bump on his belly but Xiao Xingchen doesn't care. He's beyond exhausted. Song Lan has to carry him to the bathroom and helps to clean up. Xue Yang helps with changing the sheets and making sure that Xiao Xingchen is all comfy and hydrated.
Song Lan is the last to join them in bed. When he tucks himself in, Xue Yang is snuggling close to Xiao Xingchen and kissing him all over—Song Lan almost thinks he's still unsatisfied but this is just Xue Yang being Xue Yang. He loves littering kisses all over Xiao Xingchen's face and invading his personal space.
And Xiao Xingchen is smitten.
"Thank you for doing this for me," Xue Yang says against Xiao Xingchen's lips, "I had so much fun. Xingchen is so cute~ He should let us take care of him more, right, Zichen?"
Song Lan doesn't say anything, instead he snuggles close to Xiao Xingchen's back, tucking his nose into his shoulder blades and inhaling his sweet scent. He smells like lavender, calming— Song Lan loves it.
Xue Yang pouts when he receives no reaction. Xiao Xingchen just smiles.
He has plans for both of them after all.