That Promise

Feng Xin said he'd take Mu Qing away only because he didn't want them to be there, with those people. He knew it wasn't their fault – Mu Qing said it himself: an open bar on a trendy club, nobody wanted to miss it. And the way he added nobody had come for him... Fuck.

Still, Feng Xin couldn't help but be pissed off: he suddenly realised he... cared about Mu Qing.

He wasn't sure where that confident, even flirty attitude came from, he usually wasn't like that at all. And now, should they go somewhere to have a drink and chat some more? His place? Huh, maybe Mu Qing would see it the wrong way, he didn't really know how far he wanted to go, or what he was thinking: it was hard to, with Mu Qing.

But as soon as they left the club, Mu Qing coolly hailed a taxi, giving an address – which Feng Xin guessed it was his, but thought it'd be better not to ask. Much better even not to comment on the location: a once up-and-coming area, these days more than gentrified.

Well, all about Mu Qing screamed expensive, he thought, starting with his skincare. He shot him a glance: it was fucking paying off, he looked so good – Feng Xin could feel his body warmth, his fresh scent, and felt kind of nervous. Play it cool, he told himself.

Arriving at that nice, modern building, they got the lift to the eight floor in an awkward silence – was this what they call sexual tension, Feng Xin asked himself. Huh, that was going to be hard.

He followed Mu Qing into that dark flat, and, suddenly, he was pinned against the door – rather aggressively – Mu Qing with both hands on his chest. He was startled, realising Mu Qing was close, too close: he felt his breath, his scent, and, huh, his whole body pressed against his tightly, specially... huh, certain body parts.

"Mu Qing? What – "

"Shut up", Mu Qing hissed, slowly wrapping his arms around his neck, touching Feng Xin's lips with his. Feng Xin was quick to react, opening his own lips, hooking Mu Qing's tongue with his, his arms wrapping around Mu Qing's waist tightly. They kissed with urgency and desperation.

What the fuck, that was so good, Feng Xin kept thinking, Mu Qing was so delicious – holding him by the waist, Feng Xin started to roam his hands up and down, and God, his body was hot. Slender and muscular, a slim waist with a nice, round ass... Feng Xin started to undress him in his mind and –

He smiled through their kiss: Mu Qing was going all out and he fucking loved it.

"No time to lose, I see", he couldn't help but tease Mu Qing, see what he'd say –

"Feng Xin, you're hard", he replied by his ear, pressing his body against Feng Xin tighter.

"Of course I am", he replied, nuzzling at Mu Qing's ear, biting his earlobe, "You're so fucking sexy – "

While kissing him, Mu Qing kept ruffling his hair at the neck, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, giving him goosebumps, driving him mad. He slid his hands inside Mu Qing's t-shirt, feeling his smooth, warm skin, his body jolting with his touches, while kissing Mu Qing's long, smooth neck slowly and deliberately, then mouthing at it, feeling it with his teeth –

Jolting and pushing him away, Mu Qing hissed, "Don't leave marks on my neck – "

Smiling wickedly, Feng Xin pulled him closer again, saying, "Right. Not on the neck, but I can leave marks on your whole body, is it what you're saying?"

"Are you a fucking dog or what?", Mu Qing replied, but even in that darkness Feng Xin could tell he wasn't pissed off at all: he liked it. He must be blushing like mad too, he thought. What a turn on.