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San let out a giggle as he held hands with the pretty boy in front of him, leaning into his figure and kissing him sweetly. He had gotten completely wasted, letting the smaller one buy him as many drinks as his pockets could go. The loud music blasted into his ears, amplifying the headache he had gotten about three drinks in. But he figured, the more he ignored it, the less it would hurt. The slightly shorter, platinum haired boy smiled up at him and held him close, protecting him from harm. He led the other to a seat, sitting him down and ordering him a glass of water. His arms remained around San, caressing his arms and kissing his head. Snuggling the younger close, he brought a hand up to the back of his head, petting his messy hair and staring into the distance, blocking out the loud noise of the club. His thoughts took over his head, swarming his conscience with intrusive thoughts, mainly about the tired and drunk boy in front of him. How he wanted badly to force him into the bathroom and claim him, gobble him up, and lure him into his darkness. How he wanted to corrupt the underage one. Choke him and tie him up and take every drop of innocence from him. Bring him home and go to town on his body, using him like nothing but a c-
"Hongjoongieeee...~" San whined, grabbing the glass of water with both hands and gulping it down, the water coating his top lip and dripping down the sides of his mouth, putting the glass down and then looking up at him with big eyes, giggling and hiccuping. "I'm doneeee drinking, are you happy?" He slurred out, bringing unstable hands to his cheeks and pinching them as gently as his uncoordinated hands could muster.
Hongjoong was brought out of his thoughts, smiling down at him and nodding. His slim fingers wiped the excess liquid on his mouth, scrunching his nose up and kissing his forehead. He then smeared the liquid on his pants, sliding two $100 bills onto the counter. Turning around and lifting San's feeble body up on his back, he carried him out of the bar and into the coolness of the night. San whined at the cold, hiccuping and clinging onto Hongjoong. "Joong... Where are you taking me?" He mumbled to the other, only getting shushed in response. San huffed and rested his cheek against Hongjoong's shoulder, kissing his back. "I love you..." He purred, smiling and nuzzling into him.
Hongjoong's hands begun to shake, bringing him to the large SUV that had been parked down the block. He opened the door with one hand, the other one still holding onto San tightly. He climbed into the car, already feeling the older one's eyes burning into his body. He laid San down in the second row of seats and closed the door, climbing up on his knees and leaning over the first row. Smiling, he kissed his fingers and pushed it into the drivers cheek, too lazy to climb over the seats entirely to kiss his cheek. "God, you're amazing." He said, earning a light chuckle from the other, who now began to drive out of the parking space.
"Am I?" He inquired, looking in the rearview mirror to see what boy he had picked up from the bar. "Who's this?" He then asked, looking back to the road in due time.
Hongjoong looked to the boy, now curled up on his side, drifting off to sleep. He dug into the boy's pockets, finding his wallet and taking his ID. He carefully read the information on it, examining it all, then taking out his other cards and reading them.
Name: Choi San.
Date of Birth: 2002-07-10.
Sex: M.
Height: 175 CM.
Weight: 51 KG.
As he read the information out to the older, he crawled over the row of seats and kneeled in between the two front seats, showing the driver the ID. He smiled softly and nodded, taking in his looks and the information. "He's pretty, and young. Only 18." He thought out loud, earning a giggle from Hongjoong. "I know, I have good taste right?" He asked for praise, sitting in between the two front seats, back facing away from the headboard. "He must have been going through something, 'cause he was easy." Hongjoong mumbled, looking over at the raven haired one.
The driver glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Easy?" Hongjoong nodded, smiling once more. "I approached him, we became friendly surprisingly fast. He let me keep buying him a bunch of drinks. He got completely wasted..." Hongjoong drifted off, looking through his wallet for anything else before tossing it onto the seat once more and glancing at the driver, but quickly looking away.
"Maybe he was. But don't sympathise, Hongjoong. It doesn't look good on you." He said, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "We had one job, to get a boy and bring him home, and we did just that. Nothing more."
Hongjoong felt a small pang in his heart, pouting. "I know, hyung..."
As the car pulled up to a red light, the older grabbed Hongjoong by his jaw and pulled his face forward, landing a hard kiss on his lips. The sweetness of him, and his cherry lip-balm stained lips, was enough to make Kim Hongjoong fall in love. He eagerly kissed back, holding onto his wrist as his face heated up uncontrollably. The driver then smirked, pushing him away and patting his back. "Now, now. Go back there. Do your thing." He said, earning a nod from Hongjoong as he quietly crawled back over the seats to the now sleeping boy, smiling down at him.
He gripped his jaw tightly, turning his head to face him as he got a good look at his face. "Sannie," He spoke, smiling as he slapped his cheek a few times, waking him up. Hongjoong giggled at his sleepy state, his hands moving down to his waistband and pulling his pants off, tossing them back into the third row of seats. San whined and weakly tried to push Hongjoong away, shaking his head. "Stop it, I'm not in the mood to mess around..." He whined out, turning his head to the side and reaching up to stop him. Hongjoong continued, though, grabbing his ankles and pulling them apart. He lifted San's light hips up and pressed them against his crotch, grinding lightly on him. "Oh shush, baby. If you comply with me, I'll consider going gentle on you."
Hongjoong leaned down and began to suck marks on his neck, earning soft whines and moans in return. San furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed onto Hongjoong's hair, pushing his head away with all of his strength. Hongjoong then grabbed San by his neck, choking him and pinning his body down.
"Stop."
His voice was stern, palm pressing into his windpipe and cutting off his breathing. Hongjoong leaned in close to his face, now scrunched up with tears burning in his eyes due to lack of oxygen. San squirmed underneath him, letting out a soft cry, clawing at Hongjoong's smooth hands.
"I don't care if you want it or not. You're mine now and I'm not going to take no for an answer. Got it?" Hongjoong spat out at him, nails clawing into the sides of his neck.
San nodded, then gasped for air as Hongjoong let go of him.
Hongjoong then sat up, pulling off San's shirt and underwear, tossing them aside. He let his hands wander across his body, pinching at his soft skin and exploring every curve of his body. San badly wanted to shove him off and crawl out of the car, but at this point, that wasn't an option. A sickening feeling settled in his stomach, feeling Hongjoong pull his pants and underwear down as well. He didn't dare to look, turning his face away and gripping onto the sides of the seat. A wave of nausea overcame him, and he almost began to cry, the realisation that he was being taken advantage of finally hitting him like a rock.
He let out a loud whine as he felt Hongjoong's length enter him, the tip struggling to get in. San let out a cry and tried to close his legs, pain overcoming him in a harsh wave. He began to dissociate, his consciousness leaving his body and ascending to another plane, unable to feel or see anything. He found himself in another world, a world where this wasn't happening. Where he was at home, with his family, with his pets, with a warm plate of food and a warm blankie wrapped around him.
Hongjoong grunted lightly the first few thrusts, getting himself all in to begin with. As soon as he was, though, he began to use the others body forcefully, thrusting in and out of him like his body wasn't even there. He groaned softly a few times, panting oh-so-lightly and holding onto San's hips so tightly that bruises would be left behind on his skin. San's body jolted with every thrust, earning soft whines and noises of pain, his body burning hot as sobs wracked his frail frame. Tears burned down his cheeks, unable to stop the older from taking everything from him. He began to writhe underneath Hongjoong, trying to sit up and push him away.
Hongjoong shoved him down again, this time holding his neck and head still against the seat. San cried out, shutting his legs and trying to writhe away. It was only to his dismay though, as the older slowly began to get more agitated. "Stop it!" He growled, slamming his head back roughly and fingers clasping down on his neck veins, immobilizing him. San froze still and simply panted hard.
"Good." He heard Hongjoong mutter, thrusting even harder into him, earning hushed moans from the smaller one under him. His tip pushed into his prostate with every thrust, making blood rush to San's face, his body responding to the stimulation with moans that forced their way out of his mouth. San wriggled underneath him once more, panting and crying as he felt a small knot begin to tie in his stomach. Hongjoong surely felt it as well, groaning softly and thrusting even harder into him, hands releasing his body and instead gripping his thighs. He leaned over San's shaking body and panted, groaning in his ear and picking up his pace, feeling the younger one's frame move against him with every thrust. He let out moans and whines, arms then wrapping around Hongjoong's shoulders and clawing at his back, burning nausea festering in him. San muttered curses under his breath, toes curling and biting down on Hongjoong's shoulder hard as he came involuntarily all over his chest and stomach, crying out once more. Hongjoong hadn't stopped for even a moment, if anything, he had picked up the pace. His hands cupped San's ass and pulled his hips into his length, letting out long strings of moans.
"S-stop, please, I'm going to be sick!" San cried out, desperately trying to kick and shove Hongjoong off. But by that time Hongjoong had finished inside of him, finishing off with one last grunt and staying still in him, the both of them trying to catch their breath. San continued to cry, tears stained white with tears, lips now shaking and purple. His hair was disheveled, lipstick smeared on his chin and eyeliner dried up down his cheeks. As for the rest of his body, he was pale and burning hot, legs sore and stomach doing flips in his torso. His abdomen was covered in hot, sticky cum, chest and back sweating.
Hongjoong thought he was beautiful.
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When San woke up, he was curled up on a cozy bed, in a silk robe tied loosely around his frame. A heating pad was pressed to his abdomen and legs, and a glass of room temperature water and an apple sat on the bedside table next to him. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes slowly and looking around. The room was nice, the walls painted a nice soft pink, the sheets white satin with fluffy pillows. The windows were slightly opened, letting the cool breeze in and blow the sheer curtains around. He groaned softly as he felt the pain from his hangover, and his legs throbbing painfully from the pain of being raped by the man he couldn't even remember the name of.
San laid back into the bed, wrapping himself in the warm blankets. He sighed contently, rolling on his side and drinking some of the water. His body was exhausted. He didn't want to move, he just wanted to lay in bed all day. Yawning softly, he closed his eyes and slowly began to drift off to sleep, gripping onto the soft pillows tightly.
That is, until he felt someone else climb on the bed with him, and he instantly woke up, heart now rushing in his chest. A pair of warm arms encased him in a hug, holding his warm body close. San could feel that the other was bigger than him, more muscular. He could feel that the other wasn't wearing much, just a shirt and pants. His breathing quickened, and he turned around to look at the other, edging himself away from him.
The other smiled at him, caressing his cheek. "Don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you." He had dark brown hair, and matching brown almond shaped slightly down-turned eyes. He had round cheeks, a beauty mark to the right of his right eye, a small button nose and pink lips, his top lip smaller than his bottom one. His neck was slim and smooth, a mole dotting the left side of it. A black t-shirt loosely stuck onto his torso, grey sweatpants loose around his legs. Needless to say, he had a very nice body. He was gorgeous. San blushed a little bit, feeling the other's hands creeping onto his body. He made eye contact with the other, gulping and staying silent.
"You're nervous." He remarked, pulling the smaller boy into his embrace, though San tried to push him away lightly. "Don't be scared, doll. I don't want to hurt you." He said gently, caressing the back of his head and lightening his grip on his skin. "See?" He then added, lifting the smaller up and pulling him on his chest, rolling on his back and cradling the other like a kitten.
San whined softly, his legs feeling sore and swollen. Handprints bruised into the sides of his hips, his butt and thighs incredibly tender from the previous night's events. Jongho's heard his hisses in pain, pouting a little and moving his hands down to caress his legs, earning a flinch from the smaller and making him pull away. "Please don't touch me." He spat out, crawling away from him and melting into tears, face scrunching up. He curled into a small ball, hiding his face and shaking. Jongho sat up and shushed him softly, petting his hair and caressing him softly. "I know, I know... It's okay, I won't hurt you..." He said softly, standing and getting a fleece blanket, wrapping it around the frail boy. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I don't want to hurt you." He then sat down next to the black haired boy, reaching over and getting a glass of room temperature water.
He offered it to San, only getting a judgy look from the smaller. He placed a hand gingerly on his back, caressing it. "It's not laced with anything," He then said, taking a sip of the water to show him. "See? You can trust me." He smiled, getting a small nod from San as he took the glass. "I won't hurt you. Do you remember anything?" He asked, watching him slowly sip at the water. "It's just gonna be you and I today, you don't need to be afraid. I'm going to take care of you." San nodded, moving closer to him. Jongho took this as incredibly endearing, this small boy already beginning to trust him, despite him having no reason to.
San looked at Jongho and moved closer, letting the other hold him gently. His cheeks were still wet with tears, his face burning red. He cried into Jongho's arm, the younger caressing the back of his head sweetly and letting him cry. San, though obviously distraught, opened his mouth to speak, looking up at him. "They... He got me drunk... And he put me in his car... And..." He said through hiccups and sobs, Jongho listening intently and petting his back soothingly.
"And what, darling?" He inquired, wiping away his tears and snot. "You're so pretty, angel. What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" He continued, taking his glass and putting it aside so they could lay down together. San nodded at his question, unable to continue speaking anymore.
"Okay, baby. Well, let's start from the beginning, hm? I don't even know your name yet..." Jongho joked, lifting the light boy and sitting back, holding him against his body. "What's your name?"
San hugged Jongho close, frail arms encasing him in a warm hug. "San..." He mumbled, getting comfortable with him. "What's yours?"
"Jongho."
San nodded, sighing gently. "How old are you?"
"18."
"You're as old as me, then."
Jongho nodded, kissing his head.
"When's your birthday?" San asked.
"October 12th."
San smiled a little bit, "I'm older, I'm July 10th."
"Mm, you're cuter than me though, and prettier." Jongho complimented the older, smiling down at him. He reached over and took the heating pad, placing it in between them. "Keep it on your abdomen, it helps. With the pain."
San began to trust him now, holding onto him tightly and resting his head in his shoulder. "You won't hurt me?" Jongho shook his head in response, kissing his temple and holding the back of his head. "I promise."
The two took a gentle moment for themselves, letting Jongho embrace the small boy. San, although they had only been around each other for a short time, was letting himself trust the younger. His warm arms, and gentle voice, and trusting eyes... Everything about him made San just want to trust him even more. San wanted to throw caution to the wind and trust him. Trust Jongho not to hurt him, not to betray him. Trust Jongho to take care of him like he said he would. Something told San that he shouldn't, that he couldn't. So many questions still lingered in his head, like, why was Jongho here? Where was he? Why was it him? He needed answers, he needed to get a grip on the world.
But until then, everything melted away in Jongho's sweet, big arms. His heartbeat, his chest rising and falling as he breathed, his hands caressing San's thin arms, it all made the world obscene. Nothing mattered anymore, and he felt himself get attached. It was wrong, to get attached to someone he just met. For all he knew, he didn't know when he would see the outside world again. He didn't know what was going to come tomorrow, or the day after, or if he would even make it out alive. As those thoughts clouded his mind for a moment, he began to become aware of everything around him. His breathing, his heart, the sweaty palms against the silk of the robe that covered his bruised, violated skin. The muscle groups that burned and ached relentlessly under the heat of the heating pad. The eyes that were swollen, bloodshot and dry from crying non-stop. The vocal chords that only let out soft, raspy noises from whining and screaming. The disheveled hair that stuck out every which way on his head, his scalp greasy.
He was vividly aware of the boy in front of him, who had coaxed him into loving despite his vulnerability. He was aware of him, and himself, and for a split second, he was no longer himself, viewing everything from a third person. His breaths got shallow, and a falling sensation took over him, making his hands subconsciously grip onto Jongho even tighter. Jongho, though half-asleep, nodded and caressed San's hair, bringing him back to the real world. "Shhh..." He mumbled, bringing the smaller back to reality. San nodded and let out a mumble, closing his eyes and relaxing into Jongho.
Jongho pulled the light comforter over his body, nuzzling him close. "Rest well, Sannie." He said, the warmth and gentle nature of the younger letting him slip into a peaceful sleep, where he stayed for hours, even after Jongho had awaken.
But as fast as he had fallen asleep, he would be in for a rude awakening.
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To be continued...
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