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Beer cans litter the cheap motel carpet, drenching the small room in the scent of fermented wheat.
Ethan doesn't make a habit of drinking, but he'd wanted to prove a point tonight. A very stupid point. He winces with a hiss, his cheek smooshed against the wooden table as a second digit slides in. Thick and slick with lube, it's still hard to take so quickly.
"Drink me under the table, he said," a voice mocks him from behind.
He can practically see the menacing grin on his boyfriend's face.... wait... are they boyfriends? Ethan can't remember. They made out plenty of times... but they fight even more than that. But now that guy's monstrous fingers are up his ass, so... maybe?
"What're you spacing out about?" Li Ling hums as he leans over, just enough to fall into Ethan's fuzzy vision.
"Cheater," Ethan mumbles against the table. His cheeks are flared up red and it's not just from the alcohol. He's the one who cheats--it shouldn't be the other way around. Dammit, so humiliating!
Li Ling's smug face more or less confirms his suspicions. "I don't think someone like you has room to complain."
Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Ethan furrows his brows and grits his teeth, a slurred retort on the tip of his tongue, but all that comes out is a strangled groan. A third finger--are you kidding me?! He presses his palms against the table, pushing himself up just enough to twist a bit and glare at Li Ling. "Are you t-trying to kill me?!"
"Hm?" Li Ling tilts his head, as if genuinely puzzled. "You can take this much, can't you?"
Without waiting for a reply, he gently presses a fourth finger to Ethan's twitching hole. It takes some effort, but with some persistence, he manages to squeeze right in. That's a pointer finger from all four arms, and Ethan has taken them all like a champ. It was worth it spending so much time clipping and filing those damned nails down. Ethan is squirming around more now, getting in the way of Li Ling's fun. He should know better.
"--G-ah!" Ethan chokes on air as he is shoved hard against the table again. There's a palm lying flat on his back, pressing down firmly.
"Quit struggling, ya sore loser."
"...F-fuck..." Ethan can't help moving his hips despite the warning. Those slimy, disgusting fingers are sliding in and out rhythmically, coating his walls with lube and pressing in strange places. Every other touch sends shockwaves up his spine, making his hooves bend back.
There's a quiet pause for a moment before the hand on his back slowly slides its way down. Casual as can be, Li Ling hooks a thumb inside that twitching hole, gently tugging upwards. Li Ling breathes out slowly, his own face and body warming to dangerous levels. He'd mostly done this just to fuck with Ethan... get him back for all the dirty tricks he's pulled... but right now? This right here is pretty fucking erotic. He'd never understood the pervy magazines Yun Chuan likes to pretend he didn't have and what about them appealed to folks so much but now? Now he kinda sorta gets it. Well... his dick certainly gets it.
He's rock fucking hard and it's hard to ignore with the damn thing stretching out his pants.
Licking his lips in anticipation, Li Ling's last free hand moves to release himself. His hard member feels so hot in his hand and seems to bulge even more as he strokes it. He hadn't been planning to. He really hadn't. This was all just a game at first, but when Ethan suddenly strains to look over his shoulder with that helpless expression, Li Ling just can't help himself.
The look in those dark eyes clouded over and subdued, as if to ask, "Are you going to...?"
Not a second later, Li Ling lines his cock up and thrusts inside, spearing through the ring of fingers. His dick reaches far deeper, sending Ethan into a whole new fit of jerks and stutters.
Ethan's words don't even make sense anymore. His nails are scraping against the surface of the table, as if trying to drag himself away from this. But Li Ling just holds him in place with one hand. Sweat tricks down his chest and back, and suddenly the room is so unbearably hot.
Moving on instinct alone, Li Ling pulls back, only to thrust in harder. Again, Ethan jumps and whines pathetically. It's soft and strangled and so, so sexy. He pulls out halfway this time, hurried and impatient, slamming back in again and again. It feels crazy good, and each thrust has Ethan's voice cracking and rising to this sweet pitch. He likes it. He definitely fucking likes it, Li Ling thinks to himself with a smug grin.
What a horny little slut.
Ethan's tail thrashes at Li Ling's side uncontrollably at first, before wrapping around the bigger male's waist, as if desperate to pull him even closer. And who is Li Ling to refuse? His pace turns brutal, pounding into that tight little hole until Ethan's moaning out loud, the sensuous sounds mixed in with the sloppy thrusts are intoxicating--even more than the hard liquor burning in their guts. Li Ling is panting hard, groaning with the effort to keep up with his own lust. His fingers dig into that slim waist, sure to leave bruises, as he fucks Ethan mercilessly. Gods, he wants to fill this man up--make him unusable and worthless to anyone else.
Stretched beyond belief and aching from the pressure, Ethan can barely breathe.
It's horrible--so horrible--and yet so... "U-Umph... H-ahh, Ling..." Gods, he's trying, but he just can't string two words together. Between the drunken haze and the constant bursts of pain and pleasure, it'd be a miracle if he ever talked again. Who is this monster? And how can he escape it?
Impossible.
Even if he wanted to, Ethan knows that he is utterly trapped at the mercy of the other esper. He moans out as another hard thrust lifts his knees off the floor. Ethan scrabble for any kind of leverage but there just isn't any. There's nothing he can do but get fucked, pushed, and pulled against the hard surface like a ragdoll. He should've listened to Emma--she warned him not to play stupid games.
"Almost," Li Ling grunts, leaning over his conquest. There's a pull in his stomach, sending him over the edge. His thrusts grow erratic, and beads of sweat dot Ethan's bare back.
If Ethan were in his right mind, he'd tell Li Ling not to cum inside--but he's not. At all. Ethan has been on the edge for some time now, his cock leaking cum. He'd already painted the table below him white and it feels like he'll come again. His eyes roll up halfway, drool trickling from his chin. Three more powerful thrusts and Li Ling explodes deep inside, filling him to the brim with heat. Ethan lets out a short cry, tears rolling down his cheeks as his arms shake to hold himself.
One by one, thick fingers slide out. Each one releasing such an immense amount of pressure, Ethan can't even comprehend how he'd held out. They pull out, until all that's left is Li Ling's warm cock, which the esper seems reluctant to pull out.
They take some time just to draw breath, their gasps ragged.
And then, blessedly... Li Ling pulls out entirely.
Ethan collapses onto the table, so boneless he nearly allows himself to slide down to the floor. He's too drunk to feel the full effects, but even in this foggy state, he knows he'll be metaphorically fucked in the morning. But he hasn't the time to worry about that. Not with the saliva pooling in his mouth. Sure enough, not a minute passes before all the dinner and booze he'd had that night comes right back up, spilling over all their empty dishes and all over his hand.
To his credit, Li Ling doesn't recoil from him at all, but Ethan can still hear the disgust in his voice. "Seriously?"
Ethan just coughs and wretches in response. If he could, he'd mockingly retort, What'd you expect? But right now, he's at the mercy of Li Ling's whims. So probably for the best that he can't speak. Ethan blinks in and out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of the hands quickly sopping up the mess of vomit around and on him. The last things he remembers are those massive hands picking him up so, so gently, before the darkness of sleep takes him.