"Wha--" He looked down at himself and noticed that he was very obviously tenting in his pants. And now that he noticed, he felt it. He felt it surge through him. His face almost went entirely red as he tried to process this. He was all hard and turned on. But he wasn't a weirdo pervert so why was he? "It ain't my fault, you were all over me! You must have done something."
He tried to will it down but it wasn't going down. If anything, now he knew, it was getting harder. Go down! He tried to pull himself up and his jeans dragged against his cock, making him half wince, half whimper.
"Did you drug me?!" How? When? These things were not important. It just had to be Jonathan's fault.
"I did not." How and when indeed. Jonathan arched his eyebrows, his smirk softening a little into something resembling a genuine smile. "There is only one explanation. How flattering."
He sighed. "You must like me." It was obvious, after all. "Now wouldn't it be lucky for you if I actually was a pervert? I need to update your profile again. I didn't know you were quite that much of a bottom. Want to be taken."
"No! You do!" He wasn't some girl or something. He couldn't help it, his body was being weird. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to think of things that would turn him off but all he could see was Jonathan's abs! Stupid, handsome asshole. Wait, no, not handsome. Ugly. And weird.
"I don't get my ass fucked by anyone. Maybe you do. I only want women." And while he had yet to approach one, make a move or have sex, that didn't mean he wasn't interested. He loved girls, they had... legs and stuff.
"I prefer doing the fucking. Although I was all ready when you pretended to know what you were doing for a hot minute there." He doubted he would have ever let it go that way, but it was at least an interesting thought experiment. Right now, with that eager puppy before him, so desperately fighting his urges? No, he didn't see that ever going any other way than this.
"So, out of interest." He put a hand, lightly, against Xinjia's crotch, resting it there almost as if on accident. "What do you like about women?"
"Ah!" Xinjie whined in the back of his throat as the hand lay there and his hips jerked without any control. He forced himself to stay still now, solid like a rock, not sure what was going on. Maybe someone had spiked him or -- or there was something weird in the air like horny gas or something. Spy movies always had knock out gasses and stuff and this guy did look like a spy. A weird, horny spy!
"I like that they have like... legs. Long legs. And small waists. Big... tits." He was just trying to recall what the older men had said last time they were eyeing up girls to take him. "They have small hands." Why was the hand still there?! It was throwing him off.
"I have legs too." As did most people, he was sure had to be too obvious to point out. "Two of them. And my waist is small enough. Is that what has you so confused? Because I don't look much like a woman otherwise." He had never felt particularly feminine. It was certainly not what people tended to find attractive about him.
He moved one of his hand, the one not resting against that tent in his jeans, patting the top of Xinjia's head gently. "You are cute, puppy. I think you might be into men."
"Yeah but I said tits, moron. Didn't you hear me? You ain't go those, do you? Or a pussy. So why bother? I ain't got no pussy either." So he wasn't about to get fucked, he couldn't. He was a guy. Guys weren't supposed to do that. "I'm not gay. You're just pushing it cause you want it."
He moved his head away from the pet and he wanted to go for scary and angry but the expression came out more pouty and annoyed. "Stop touching my dick, salary man." Especially the way he was touching. Not quite there. Not enough to get anything good. Or to escape it, of course.
Jonathan ended up laughing, softly and not for long, but unmistakably. He kept amusing him, this weird wannabe gangster. "Change your career," he recommended, "And consider your sexuality."
That said he leaned forward and he kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but he deepened it. His eyes closed and he allowed himself to linger just a little, before he pulled back. He got off the bed smoothly, reaching for his shirt so he could start getting dressed. "If you can't get loose, they'll find you in the morning. Room service."
Woah. His first kiss. And it was with this dangerous pervert. It was a pretty good kiss, he tasted like whiskey. It was a nice taste, actually. Then he was pulling away and getting changed and things started to get panicked. "Hey! You can't leave me like this!"
He huffed and struggled, trying to reach the knot but he couldn't quite get there. He growled and snapped angrily at the salary man. "Oi! Give me my phone back!" Maybe he could call for help. Actually, no, horrible idea. "And at least give me my knife back too!"
"I'll leave your luxury phone on the nightstand, puppy. Relax. No need to yap." He put on his suit jacket and then, since Xinjia had brought it up, he bent down to pick up the knife. He closed and then opened it again with a practised move, reading the engraving. Engraved flip knife. Adorable.
He smiled to himself and then shook his head. "I'll keep this. After all, you get to keep the tie. A fair exchange."
Of sorts, anyway. "It's too bad you are not into men. We could have had some real fun."
"Yeah, well, I'm not and I don't want to have fun with you." He watched Jonathan take his knife and knew he would have to get it back. It was special. It had his name on it and everything. A gangster's first knife was special! That's what his older brothers said when they talked about gang stuff. It's about the first knife. The first kill. That was how someone made a statement.
"When I get out of here, I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna get you, salary man."
Jonathan closed the knife and put it into his inside pocket. Then he picked his glasses up off the nightstand and put them on. After adjusting them, he bowed politely, like a proper salary man. "I wish you luck with your endeavour."
He would most definitely need it. "See you around, Wang Xinjia. I'll be waiting."
He watched Jonathan bow and then leave, hearing the door shut and then trying to get himself free. It was impossible. He let his head hit the pillow in frustration. What an asshole.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
littlehusky) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fxxkit2025-04-25 05:49 pm
no subject
He tried to will it down but it wasn't going down. If anything, now he knew, it was getting harder. Go down! He tried to pull himself up and his jeans dragged against his cock, making him half wince, half whimper.
"Did you drug me?!" How? When? These things were not important. It just had to be Jonathan's fault.
no subject
He sighed. "You must like me." It was obvious, after all. "Now wouldn't it be lucky for you if I actually was a pervert? I need to update your profile again. I didn't know you were quite that much of a bottom. Want to be taken."
no subject
"I don't get my ass fucked by anyone. Maybe you do. I only want women." And while he had yet to approach one, make a move or have sex, that didn't mean he wasn't interested. He loved girls, they had... legs and stuff.
no subject
"So, out of interest." He put a hand, lightly, against Xinjia's crotch, resting it there almost as if on accident. "What do you like about women?"
no subject
"I like that they have like... legs. Long legs. And small waists. Big... tits." He was just trying to recall what the older men had said last time they were eyeing up girls to take him. "They have small hands." Why was the hand still there?! It was throwing him off.
no subject
He moved one of his hand, the one not resting against that tent in his jeans, patting the top of Xinjia's head gently. "You are cute, puppy. I think you might be into men."
no subject
He moved his head away from the pet and he wanted to go for scary and angry but the expression came out more pouty and annoyed. "Stop touching my dick, salary man." Especially the way he was touching. Not quite there. Not enough to get anything good. Or to escape it, of course.
no subject
That said he leaned forward and he kissed him. It was a soft kiss, but he deepened it. His eyes closed and he allowed himself to linger just a little, before he pulled back. He got off the bed smoothly, reaching for his shirt so he could start getting dressed. "If you can't get loose, they'll find you in the morning. Room service."
no subject
He huffed and struggled, trying to reach the knot but he couldn't quite get there. He growled and snapped angrily at the salary man. "Oi! Give me my phone back!" Maybe he could call for help. Actually, no, horrible idea. "And at least give me my knife back too!"
no subject
He smiled to himself and then shook his head. "I'll keep this. After all, you get to keep the tie. A fair exchange."
Of sorts, anyway. "It's too bad you are not into men. We could have had some real fun."
no subject
"When I get out of here, I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna get you, salary man."
Or, at least, he would try anyway.
no subject
He would most definitely need it. "See you around, Wang Xinjia. I'll be waiting."
no subject
He watched Jonathan bow and then leave, hearing the door shut and then trying to get himself free. It was impossible. He let his head hit the pillow in frustration. What an asshole.