That Promise

Part 4

With a low chuckle, he whispered in his year, "Mu Qing. Take me to your bedroom".

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Mu Qing hailed a taxi as soon as they left the club, giving his address, to kind of... get control over the situation. At his place they could have a drink, chat, and... see what would happen. He didn't know what Feng Xin really wanted, and, huh, nor that he could be like this.

The way he behaved at the club, getting behind him with both hands on the balustrade, encaging him, talking by his ear. And the things he said. Fuck, he's hot, all of him, Mu Qing thought.

Then that taxi ride – with Feng Xin sitting by his side, their legs touching, not saying anything, just... following him silently, and into the lift, that tension between them... Mu Qing had never felt like that, so into someone, and he wasn't sure how long he could –

As soon as they walked into the flat he impulsively pinned Feng Xin against the door, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. His face was burning, his heart pounding in his chest, but Feng Xin kissed him back and held onto his waist... huh, being quite naughty too, roaming his hands up and down, squeezing his ass.

"No time to lose, I see", he teased, but it wasn't as if Mu Qing was the only one wanting –

"Feng Xin, you're hard", he pointed out, well of course he was more than hard too, pressing his body against Feng Xin's, feeling his big, manly hands sliding into his t-shirt – they felt scorching hot, and strong, but at the same time caressing him ever so gently... this was driving him mad.

He took Feng Xin by the hand into his bedroom, lighting a bedside lamp, suddenly stopping in his tracks – Feng Xin hugged him from behind, nuzzling his lips at his nape and giving him goosebumps.

Biting his earlobe, he said by his ear, "Why being shy all of a sudden now? Come here".

"Shut up, Feng Xin, I'm not shy", he said, pushing him away, but Feng Xin only smiled and, sitting on the bed, he pulled Mu Qing to sit on his lap, straddling him. Mu Qing looked away stubbornly.

"Mu Qing, you know", he whispered against Mu Qing's lips, "It's such a turn on when you act all mean like that. I love it", and before Mu Qing knew they started kissing again: at first soft and gently, then, well... Feng Xin gently took Mu Qing's t-shirt off, stroking his back up and down so softly –

Mu Qing held Feng Xin's wrists, lying down in bed and pulling Feng Xin to hover over him, gently tugging at his shirt while looking at him with glassy eyes, blushing face and parted lips.

"Take it off", he demanded, and Feng Xin just pulled his shirt over his head together with his white t-shirt, tossing them aside, in his turn unable to take his eyes off Mu Qing.

His tanned skin was irresistible, and he had a wide, muscled chest, strong arms and the most perfect abs – defined, but not too much. Mu Qing reached out to feel his chest, gasping and pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, rubbing his whole body against Feng Xin's and feeling him, so big and muscled, all over him. They started kissing urgently again.

"Your Instagram... you only post boring stuff...", Mu Qing whispered with half-closed eyes, "You should post those gym pics, showing off your abs, or shirtless, hot..."

Feng Xin pffted a laugh between kisses, "I see you're secretly a pervert".

"Not so secretly", he replied, stroking Feng Xin's muscled backs while giving him a slow blink, not guilty at all – rather proud of it in fact – "Otherwise I wouldn't be telling you that – "