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.
With a low chuckle, he whispered in his year, "Mu Qing. Take me to your bedroom".
•
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 – "
"Right. Well to be honest... I quite like you being a pervert. Mu Qing", Feng Xin replied, and the way he said his name... whispering it as if asking permission to –
He kissed Mu Qing's neck, then down his chest, playing with his nipples with his tongue – Mu Qing kept moaning softly, while Feng Xin gently took his trousers' off, and his underwear, looking at him hungrily, his hands roaming around Mu Qing's whole body. He felt hot all over as if he was running a fever, and he could hardly breathe. What – what was that –
"Take yours off too", he gasped, trying to push Feng Xin away, while Feng Xin finished his kiss with a nip on Mu Qing's lower lip, then quickly wriggled off his trousers and underwear too.
Then they looked down at each other, both of them naked, hard, leaking pre-cum, and Mu Qing just... held his breath for a second, trying not to think – huh, Feng Xin was big. They started kissing desperately again, hugging and rubbing their bodies together, never getting enough –
On all relationships Mu Qing had before, with both women and men, what really turned him on was... how into him the other person was, how they tried to please him. Maybe that was kind of self-absorbed, or maybe they never gave him time or space to really look at them.
Now with Feng Xin – he was all over him too, but in a kind of... teasing, wicked way. For the first time in his life, he felt into someone, and going for it. He wanted Feng Xin, badly.
"Fuck me", he replied breathlessly, then biting his ear lobe to show he meant it, "Fuck me, Feng Xin".
Feng Xin paused and smiled, looking all shy, even hiding his face in the crook of Mu Qing's neck. He said in a low voice, almost a whisper, "I'd love to, but, huh, we can't. We don't have – "
"You mean... huh, I do", he replied, reaching for the bedside drawer. He fetched a strip of condoms and lube, and, feeling his face burning again, added, "Not that I use these a lot – "
He just... didn't want Feng Xin to think he's bringing guys in every weekend or something.
Feng Xin just smiled, not seeming to care about it at all, "You're mine now, you know. And I – "
So pretentious, who he thinks he is, Mu Qing thought, being all possessive and domineering like that, but, at the same time... so cute, and sexy, and Mu Qing wanted him so very badly. He suddenly realised: yes, he was Feng Xin's, and that night, Feng Xin would make him forget everyone else.
"Well, what you're waiting for? Get ready", he said, pushing Feng Xin away and lying in bed.
•
Feng Xin couldn't believe how fucking sexy Mu Qing was, taking him to his bedroom and being all shy, then pretending he wasn't... The way he let Feng Xin handle him, making him sit on his lap, kissing and taking his t-shirt off, then lying down, pulling Feng Xin over him...
Not to mention he was crazy hot: his body, his skin so smooth, pale and beautiful, now glistening with sweat... and his handsome face all flushed, with glassy eyes and parted lips – when he asked Feng Xin to fuck him –
"You're bringing out something I didn't know I had in me", he said while biting Mu Qing nonstop, rubbing himself against him, both of them naked, sweaty, feeling all hot: Feng Xing was finding harder and harder to control himself.
He loved the way Mu Qing just got some condoms and lube, then suddenly getting all worried of what he would think... Fuck, who cares. I want him so badly, he thought, kind of laughing to himself at the way he said Mu Qing was his. So possessive –
As if to make sure Mu Qing wouldn't go anywhere, wouldn't run away from him.
"Well, what you're waiting for? Get ready", Mu Qing had said, pushing him away, lying in bed as if he didn't care at all, but burning with anticipation, Feng Xin just knew.
He quickly put the condom on, spread lube around his crotch and hands, then dragged himself to Mu Qing's side, resuming the hugging and kissing from before – was it his impression Mu Qing was... fucking wrapping his legs around him, rubbing himself against him, huh, desperate?
Kissing him deeply, Feng Xin slid his hand between Mu Qing's legs, between his buttcheeks, till he found his asshole, and started teasing, rubbing around its rim slowly, painfully slow. Mu Qing gasped and held him tighter, and after a while he stuck a finger on. Mu Qing tensed.
"This is just my finger, why you're so tense?", he teased, "Having second thoughts?"
Mu Qing bit his neck, and it hurt: apparently the agreement of not leaving marks on the neck wasn't for him... he understood that was Mu Qing saying less talk, more action. He kept sticking the finger in and out, and at some point, Mu Qing gasped and gave a long moan in his kiss. The fuck –
"Sweet spot, huh?", he smiled, and whispered in his ear, "Mu Qing, let me know, huh, when you want me to... Huh, I don't want to hurt you, you know – "
"Hurt me?", Mu Qing replied with half-closed eyes, as if in a trance, "Are you this clumsy? Come – "
Not clumsy, just... inexperienced, he thought. With guys anyway, but that didn't matter –
"I'll start rubbing it in, see if you, huh, like it. Tell me if you want me to stop – "
Mu Qing smiled and gave him a slow blink, "I won't ask you to stop. Feng Xin, come, fuck me – "
Feng Xin went between Mu Qing's legs and started rubbing his cock against his asshole – it felt so good, Feng Xin started to lose control of his own thrusts, with Mu Qing wrapping his legs around him, also rubbing himself against him. Then, before he knew –
Mu Qing jolted suddenly, having thrusted himself against Feng Xin, making him penetrate him slightly – Feng Xin froze, but Mu Qing held him at his arms, hissing, "Don't stop. Go on – "
Feng Xin kept forcing himself slowly, till he was all in, both of them moaning softly into each other's ears. He started to thrust, at first gently, then doing it faster, wanting to go deeper, and –
"That's so good, Feng Xin, ah, Feng Xin, fuck me – ", Mu Qing kept moaning incoherently, and he –
Couldn't stop really, couldn't control himself: Mu Qing felt amazing, hot, tight around his cock, his sweaty skin giving off a fresh scent that was making Feng Xin's mouth water, like physically, and they kept kissing deeply, smiling and moaning through the kisses, gasping, holding onto each other tightly, as if to melt into each other's arms.
After a while, he felt that tension that's been building up on his lower abs about to explode –
"Mu Qing, I'm fucking – ", he managed to say, between nonstop gasping.
"I'm coming too", Mu Qing gasped, then giving off a long, exhaled moan, his handsome face flushed, his whole body covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably. And the way his body clenched around Feng Xin's cock... if he wasn't already coming, he would have, straight away.
They held onto each other, breathlessly, still kissing or biting at each other sexily, exchanging shy smiles. After a moment, Feng Xin lifted his body slightly, ready to withdraw himself and –
"Feng Xin", Mu Qing gasped, with half-closed eyes, "Don't – ".
"I have to, otherwise I'll make a fucking mess in your bed", he said with a smile, kissing Mu Qing's neck then biting his earlobe, then adding, "Be back in a second – "
He went to the bathroom, taking the condom off, tying up and throwing it away in a little bin. Grabbing a towel, he wetted a corner to clean himself, then went to wipe Mu Qing's stomach, giving it a soft kiss afterwards. He tossed the towel aside to lie down with Mu Qing, his arms around him.
Mu Qing remained unmoving and silent, his face turned to the other side. Hope things won't be awkward now, Feng Xin thought, turning himself sideways to hug Mu Qing from behind.
"Mu Qing", he said by his ear, "I'm in trouble". Mu Qing tilted his head slightly, seemingly to listen, and he went on, "I won't be able to look at you and not... think of the face you do... Mu Qing, you never look as beautiful as when you're being fucked, you know?"
He meant it! But he didn't know if Mu Qing would be pissed off hearing that, or happy, or –
"We cannot meet anywhere public then", he replied, matter-of-factly. What the f –
"Meeting in public is fine", Feng Xin replied, smiling wickedly, adding, "As long as we go somewhere after, and fuck like crazy". He hugged Mu Qing tighter, rubbing himself against him teasingly.
Mu Qing shot him a glance, turning his face away again, seemingly smiling to himself.
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