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To be fair, he'd asked for it.
It wasn't often they got this leisurely of an afternoon, and seeing nobody to mess around with and nothing to help let off steam, Hong Lu decided to ask Meursault to have sex. Meursault accepted without hesitation; stoic as always, but maybe he wanted something to let off steam too.
Chipper and encouraged, he led Meursault to his room, where they wasted no time in shedding off their clothes between kisses—Meursault was a wonderful kisser, exceeding all of Hong Lu's expectations—and that brought them to this current situation.
He'd laid Hong Lu down on the bed, hands grabbing each of his thighs and easing them apart. Hong Lu was no stranger to this; he's had his fair share of cocks in all shapes and sizes throughout his life.
He stared up at Meursault with a smile as the latter unbuckled his belt, mind wandering. Meursault was the biggest among all of them, in height and build, so it was nice to imagine him being well-endowed. He'd also slept with plenty of big guys who were small down there, though. He was curious, and really wanted a change in routine, more than anything.
He was not prepared to see Meursault's monster of a length looming over him. The light filtering through the curtains no longer reached his eyes.
Hong Lu's jaw dropped, eyes widening slightly. That had to be at least twelve inches. Meursault shifted closer between Hong Lu's legs, his cock lightly brushing Hong Lu's and making him shiver pleasantly as he grabbed his hips to steady himself. He was tiny compared to this man.
“Wow~ I don't think this is going to fit, ehe…"
“It will."
Hong Lu's pulse picked up slightly, in both anticipation and awe, as Meursault let go of one hip to line himself up. Meursault spoke matter-of-factly, as always; it could fit, but was it going to? Humanely, that is? He wasn't really looking forward to torturing Dante the way he did the last time he'd had sex with Ryōshū.
Then Meursault's tip grazed his entrance, bringing him back to reality with a soft shudder. "I suggest you relax. I'll put it in now."
Before he could question him further, Meursault pushed in. Hong Lu gasped, a groan tearing out of his throat as his back arched. So it seemed, despite everything, he was truly lacking in experience.
It was just the tip, maybe a couple inches or so, but it stretched him out like nothing he'd ever felt. Hong Lu remained agape, thighs already trembling; he'd never felt this full from this little length before.
For all his bluntness, Meursault wasn't oblivious; he picked up on Hong Lu's struggle, and paused to let him adjust. Maybe he was used to others struggling with his impressive size, too. It's not like Hong Lu was small at all.
Hong Lu could only pant, both excited to get filled up and slightly terrified of how it would feel when Meursault pushed in further (or bottomed out, even). But it was already happening, and he did ask for it. Meursault was arguably gentler than any of his previous partners…
“Keep going," he whimpered, body immediately locking up again when Meursault slowly slid in further. His cock—what had entered, that is—left no inch of Hong Lu's rectum untouched, throbbing delightfully against his prostate, stretching him out as if trying to tear him in half; it made tears prick at the corners of Hong Lu's eyes.
A full fledged moan spilled from his lips as Meursault pushed in another inch, and he found himself clawing at his chest with a hand, the other fisting the sheets. He was almost convinced he couldn't take it now.
He was given another few moments to breathe and adjust, during which Meursault quietly instructed, “Take deep breaths. It will help you get used to it."
So Hong Lu did; something that he didn't have to do in a really long time. The sharp pain from being stretched way beyond what he'd prepared for was slowly easing into a pleasant ache for more.
He looked up through his haze of sensation, eyes not really focused till they landed on Meursault's face. His collected expression had twisted slightly; a faint crease formed between his brows, a few strands of hair had fallen out of his perfect slickback, sticking to his forehead where sweat was collecting, a couple drops running down over his flushed cheeks—flushed, a sight Hong Lu wouldn't have expected on Meursault's face. It was almost like Hong Lu's body had wrecked him just as Meursault's was wrecking his. The sight was undeniably beautiful, and Hong Lu felt something strange, being stared at like that. He couldn't name it, but he wanted more.
He smiled faintly, his hands moving up to cup Meursault's face and tug him downwards. Meursault shifted to hover over him, propped up by his elbows on either side of Hong Lu's head. The slight change in position had him sliding just a touch deeper, easily making Hong Lu whimper again.
"Are you alright?" Meursault rasped, the unfamiliarity in his tone so pleasant to Hong Lu's ears.
"Mm, yes… please continue," Hong Lu whispered, and Meursault needed no further prompting than Hong Lu's dreamy gaze to lean in and kiss him again, more passionate than before. Or perhaps he wanted to do that out of his own accord; perhaps he was just as affected by seeing and feeling Hong Lu like this. Whatever it was, it made desire simmer hotter, low and deep in Hong Lu's body.
His arms wrapped around his shoulders as Meursault started to thrust readily, the intensity of every drive in and every pull out making Hong Lu's eyes flutter. It was quickly too much to keep kissing; Meursault buried his face against Hong Lu's neck, picking up pace, and Hong Lu's hands firmly grasped onto Meursault's back, little whines escaping him before he could think about exactly what Meursault liked to hear.
Hong Lu got so lost in his own growing pleasure he didn't even notice Meursault getting more desperate by the minute. He gasped as he suddenly found two strong hands gripping his thighs, pulling him up by the legs, then pushing them apart to ram in deeper. Meursault pulled out all the way, not giving Hong Lu a chance to feel empty before he slammed his cock back in, bottoming out in one go, drawing out an ecstatic cry from Hong Lu.
He couldn't help it after being attacked by pleasure like this; he clenched hard around Meursault, and heard him groan in response. His hips stuttered, and that's when Hong Lu realized.
Desperate, he was purely desperate, and Hong Lu felt surprised to see this in Meursault's gaze—not that it was any less surprising than at least half of this encounter. But it made warmth bloom everywhere in Hong Lu's body, and he threw his head back, letting whatever sounds of pleasure fall out of him unfiltered.
"Don't stop," Hong Lu moaned, and Meursault obeyed; he held Hong Lu's legs down to anchor himself (and probably Hong Lu too), thrusting relentlessly into the tight warmth that gripped him perfectly.
Before he knew it, he was coming, deep inside Hong Lu's body. Hong Lu whimpered, his own cock twitching as he felt Meursault's pulsing steadily within.
"Please," he murmured, to which Meursault wrapped a warm, strong hand around his own length, bobbing and aching against his stomach no more. Hong Lu gasped; Meursault's grip was almost too much, and it wasn't long before his eyes were rolling back as he spilled all over Meursault's hand.
Their shared panting slowly evened out, and Hong Lu couldn't help but stare. Meursault met his gaze, and his was clearing up already… he kind of wanted to bask in this foreign feeling a little longer.
Then Meursault looked down, pulling out gently, and that reminded Hong Lu of the fact that he had just experienced the thickest cock he'd ever seen (and felt), as his hole ached, gaping wide. Hong Lu hissed softly—he needed a way to avoid sitting at dinner tonight.
"Does it hurt?" Meursault asked, and Hong Lu smiled, shaking his head.
"It's fine… it's just a little sore."
Hong Lu's suspicious lingering in his room for the rest of the day didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the Sinners, but he wasn't sure just how far down the hallway he could even limp like this. He just hoped it would be better by tomorrow… or the end of the week, maybe… shit.