CW: Consensual Non-con; Role Play; Public Sex
Mobei-jun was forced to take the train to go back home from work. Some idiot who couldn't drive correctly ended up hitting his car and it was now in repair for a couple of days. He could probably have rented another one, but it was too bothersome to do and the station was literally at five minutes of walk from his workplace and also rather close to his home.
Although he quickly started to think that maybe he should have because he remembered now why he hated taking the train. At the time he would finish it was rather full. Not quite the rush hour, as he was especially avoiding these hours, but still rather pack. Even in the farthest car, there were already many people, but at least this one still had room to move and breath.
He was standing near the door, standing back to everyone else as he was simply looking at the news on his phone. He couldn't wait to be back home and just relax in Shang Qinghua arm after a long day of everything not going well.
He clicked his tongue when he felt someone bumping against his back, a shy "sorry" mumbled quickly after as the person seemed to settle behind him. This was a new stop and many people were coming in, nearly trapping him in his corner, feeling the other person press a little more against him.
Mobei-jun was going to ask if he could just step back a little bit, so he wasn't all over his back when he suddenly felt a pair of hand on him. He tried to resonate that this was just the person losing balance and grab onto him because he was tall and right in front of him.
Yet the hand didn't leave, instead, they started to slowly slide down to go inside of his suit jacket, slowly roaming over his dark dress shirt. No, this person did not just lose their balance, he was intentionally being touched.
He quickly looked down, seeing two gloved hands exploring his torso, sending an involuntary shiver down his back as it went over more sensitive places of his skin. He was going to turn around and ask this molester to stop, but then he felt his finger brush against his nipple, making him bit down on his lower lips, eating back a weak moan.
His nipples were still so sensitive from their scene of the day before, where his fiance had decided that playing with his nipple would be fun. Mobei-jun had discovered that they were already a bit sensitive, but Shang Qinghua had just played with them to see how sensitive they could get. It had been a rather pleasant thing to explore with him.
Yet right now this is what made him shiver and a bit weak in the knees, the person behind it keeping on playing with it with his hand. He heard a low chuckle from behind him, the person clearly enjoying his reaction. "How surprising that such a big guy like you is so sensitive in a place like this" he whispered loud enough so only Mobei-jun could hear him.
"Fuck off" the tall man managed to say through greeted teeth, yet this only gained more chuckles from behind him. "But you seem to really enjoy it, look how hard you are right now" he heard, the other hand going south to rub over the growing erection in his pants, making him groan.
The shameless hands kept on playing and teasing with him, the person seemingly delighted by how he was trying to keep in all of his moans and groans in. This wasn't something he should be enjoying, even less in such a place. Yet he couldn't keep his body from reacting the way it did as the hand were touching over sensitive places of his body through his clothes, as if knowing where to touch exactly to make him react in such ways.
Then he saw a nice leather booth tapping against the side of his shoe, pushing his legs apart even more than what he had unconsciously done. The hands then both went to his belt buckle, making him suddenly grab at the man forearm, skin brushing against the smooth grey coat. It didn't really stop the person from undoing his belt, slowly opening the front of his pant.
Mobei-jun was breathing heavily at this point, looking around to make sure no one was looking in their direction. He didn't know what he would do if someone saw him like this, what could he say? He clearly had the strength to push the person away. Yet he was too embarrassed to make a scene here, not with that state he was in now, it wouldn't look too good.
He then felt the thin leather glove slide inside of his underwear, finally reaching his hard length, already dripping with precum from all the teasing of earlier, making it easier for the glove to slide. "Look at you, already leaking all over your underwear for me, are you really enjoying it this much?" he heard, the person cooing teasingly near his ear, body pressing harder against him as they clearly needed to raise themselves to be closer to his ear.
Then he felt it, the person behind him slowly grinding his own erection against his ass, making him shiver even more. He kept in a swear that wanted to escape his lips, only wanting to curled over himself in shame that he was enjoying it so much. Then he thought about Shang Qinghua and felt even more ashamed for enjoying someone else hand on him like this. What would his fiance say when he learns he had been molested with barely fighting back.
Then he felt his pant slide a bit more down, a warm hand creeping in and giving a firm squeeze to his ass, making him nearly moan. He was still sensitive from the spanking Shang Qinghua had given him, leaving his backside not painful enough to not be able to sit, but sensitive enough that he could enjoy it. It didn't help that the naked hand was much nicer to the touch than the leather glove who was still teasing his front with slow stroke and feather-like touches.
He tried moving away when he felt a slick finger tease his hole, probably still a bit swollen from the pounding he had received the night before. "I see you are already trained down there; do you like it when someone fucks you hard from behind? Didn't know such a tall and intimidating man could be this slutty".
He tried not to moan at the fingers entering him while the man was talking, trying not to move his hips backwards so they could go a bit deeper. Yet they never went too much deeper, only teasing him by staying a few centimetres in, lazily moving around as the other hand nearly stopped, not giving him what his body wanted right now.
"What is it? Do you want more?" he heard, he could hear the smirk in the man's voice, "You'll have to work a bit for it if you want more". Mobei-jun then shook his head, not wanting to listen to the man, which only receives a chuckle. "You don't want to, but your body seems to, look at how hard you are from a stranger touching you like this in public" he pointed out, a gloved finger running from the base to the head of his cock teasingly.
It made his breath hitch, realising that he was indeed wanting this more than he wanted to believe he did. The fingers were still lazily teasing him, barely moving around, as if waiting for him to "work for it". He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath as he rocked his hips a bit on his fingers, making them move deeper, his hand finally letting go of the man arm, going back to find the erection that was trapped in what he could only assume were now uncomfortable pants. A little something in him was satisfied to hear the man whisper "Fuck" under his breath at his sudden touch, probably not expecting it.
"I guess this is enough then" the man whispered, before starting to finger him more correctly, somehow finding his prostate really easily. His other hands went back to work, jerking him off more vigorously. All this sudden pleasure was too much for Mobei-jun, biting down hard on his lips not to let any sound escape him, feeling his legs going soft under him.
It wasn't very long until he ended up releasing in his pants, the hands finally letting go and leaving him with the uncomfortable and sticky feeling of his mess. The fingers that had been buried stay a bit longer, pressing hard against the bundle of nerve in him, keeping him like this a bit longer, before the slipped out. Mobei-jun thought it was finally done, that he would be free to just run away from the man when he suddenly felt something harder against his twitching hole, something cold.
He tried pushing the arm away, not wanting to know what he was trying to put in him, yet it was too late. What he assumed was a plug was pushed easily inside of him and the molester quickly zipped his pants up and did his belt.
"This is your stop, isn't it?" he heard whispered before the voice announcing the different stops confirmed that. It sent a fearful shiver down his back, wondering how this man knew this was his stop. When the door opened, he quickly stumbled out, looking frantically around to find someone in a grey coat wearing gloves, yet he didn't find anyone.
He ignored the people asking if he was alright, probably breathing heavily and still blushing from what had just happened. He simply glared at them, closing his jacket a bit more around him to hide his hardened nipples, using his briefcase to hide the front of his pants. Good thing he wasn't wearing one of his usually paler suites or the stain would probably have been more visible.
He quickly made his way back home, hoping no one would notice just what had happened earlier. All he wanted right now was to take a shower and forget about what had just happened. Forget about all the pleasure he had managed to get out of this.
He was just barely back home when Shang Qinghua also came back, kicking off his leather booth without much care. "My King I am home~" He called while taking off his gloves, unable to wait longer to see his fiance. He was shrugging off his dark grey coat when he finally caught signs of Mobei-jun, freezing a bit. "Is something wrong A-Jun?" he asked, throwing haphazardly his coat on the ground, joining the man in the living room.
Mobei-jun had tensed up, not daring to look his fiance in the eyes after what had just happened, feeling too anxious that he would push him away. He felt warm hands gently cup his face, making him look down to a worried Shang Qinghua. He only managed to nod as his breath hitch, looking back down his stained pants.
The writer followed his gaze, noticing the wet spot on his pants, finger brushing against it as if to confirm it. "Did you have an accident?" he tried asking teasingly, only to worry when Mobei-jun closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. He seemed to think about it more, trying to see what it could be with this kind of reaction.
"Did someone touch you?" he asked, not receiving an answer. Yet, with how tense the man suddenly became, looking even worse than before, it was enough of an answer. He was looking as if he expected for him to say how disgusting it was that he had let such a thing happened. "Oh no, A-Jun" he gently whispered, cupping his face again as he tried to reassure him. He then started whispering words of reassurance, trying to show him he didn't think less of him because of what had just happened, that it wasn't his fault someone decided to do that, nor if he wasn't able to fight back.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he ended up asking, knowing they could help him relax sometime. Yet he received again a shake of his head, the tall man finally opening his eyes. "What do you want to do then," he asked softly, waiting for him to tell him. "I-I want you to erase his touch" he heard said weakly, Mobei-jun looking unsure he would accept.
Shang Qinghua simply smiled, gently giving him a kiss. "If this is what my King wants, I will do it," he said, gently pushing him back so he would sit on the couch. "You will need to show me where they touched you, dear, or I won't know," he said when the man didn't say anymore.
This is how Mobei-jun started to guide his hands, the writer caressing over places that had been touched, kissing him at other places. It wasn't long before Mobei-jun was panting under him, hard again from the way his fiance was touching him, yet this time he was able to relax under the touch.
"Let's take off your pants, I am sure they must be uncomfortable by now," said Shang Qinghua, gently shooing away the hands that were going to do it. It wasn't long before the pants and underwear were gone, Shang Qinghua straddling his laps as he gently strokes his dick, kissing his chest and nipple, leaving little kiss marks behind.
"Did they touched you back there too?" he asked, going back up to kiss Mobei-jun lips. The man seemed hesitant, still feeling the toy buried in him. He wanted to say no, but he doubted he could really hide it from him, knowing Shang Qinghua wouldn't leave his side if he didn't ask so. He simply nodded, watching the writer hum a bit at his answer, sliding down from him to kneel on the ground.
Mobei-jun wouldn't open his legs at first, Shang Qinghua's hand gently resting on his knees, waiting for him to do it himself. "I cannot kiss it better if you don't let me access it," he said as he kissed the side of his knee, gently rubbing his thumb on his skin. The tall man finally ended up opening his legs, leaning a bit more on his back to show it better.
He didn't dare to look down, missing the surprised expression Shang Qinghua seemed to have, although he did hide it soon after. His finger went and gently pushed a bit on the head of the toy. "Look at it, this person must have liked you a lot, they left you a gift" he teased, "It's even has a dark blue glass heart at the end" he commented.
He teased a bit more with it until he heard the man whining his name, asking for him to take it out. So he did, replacing it with his fingers instead, moving around and teasing his prostate, enjoying how his fiance was squirming a bit on the couch. He went back to stroking his erection, lips soon joining his hand, satisfied by the moan he got from Mobei-jun.
He was letting himself be louder this time, enjoying how expertly his fiance was touching him, knowing every trick to make him feel good or on edge. Yet this time Shang Qinghua didn't seem like he wanted to edge him, only comforting him from what had happened earlier. It wasn't long before Mobei-jun came again, but this time from the hands of his fiance, replacing those of the person from earlier.
Shang Qinghua then climbed back up to him, giving him a kiss. "Do you want to take a bath now?" he only received a nod, giving him another kiss as he stood up to go and prepare a warm bath. Letting Mobei-jun come down from his second orgasm of the day.
Shang Qinghua was sitting between his legs, gently playing and massaging his fiance's hand. "Are you okay? Was doing it in public too much for you?" he asked, only to be answered by silence, the man probably thinking about it. "It was... okay" he heard as a reply, "But I am not sure if I want to do it again" he admitted.
He received a soft humming from the writer as he went and kissed his knuckles "Then we won't be doing any more public play like this if you are not comfortable with it" he stated, not really minding not doing them again. They were rather risky in the first place anyway. Sure, it had its own thrill, but if it wasn't enjoyable for Mobei-jun there was no point in doing them.
"I did like... the roleplay part" ended up admitting Mobei-jun, gaining a please chuckle from the smaller man. "Then I would love doing more of them with you if you like them" he cooed happily.
"Though I am surprised you kept the toy in you all the way home" Shang Qinghua admitted amused, "I thought you would have maybe taken it out at the station restroom".
It was Mobei-jun turned to 'mh' him, before saying "I was a bit surprised, I wasn't expecting you'd put something in me afterwards" he admitted.
"Sorry, I should have told you, I just wanted it to be a surprise" admitted the writer. "It's okay, I was just a bit surprise, I didn't hate it". This made Shang Qinghua smile a bit, turning around to kiss his fiance. "It was really cute how you were trying not to make a sound" he commented, only to see the man blush a bit at the comment. He only received a 'mh' again, Mobei-jun looking to the side, still not used to being called cute.
This only made Shang Qinghua laugh a bit, music to his ears. Well, if he could have him this happy, he wouldn't mind being called cute like this.