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Feng Xin had long since lost count of how many times that exact scene had repeated itself in his life: a girl between his knees, her mouth around his dick, his hand in her hair, his orgasm just a heartbeat away, when suddenly, looking down in search of a satisfaction as genuine as his own, he would find nothing but… emptiness. It was as if the person’s eyes were communicating: hurry up and finish, I can’t take sucking you off anymore, or: why haven’t you come yet? Am I doing it wrong?, or even: I’d rather be doing literally anything else right now than being here.
He would try to ignore it when he realized the person wasn't as into it as he was, but it was impossible. Feng Xin wasn't an asshole. Even if he was the one getting sucked, he wanted whoever was with him to enjoy it too. He had tried everything: praising their movements, moaning louder, pulling their hair a bit harder. He had even tried resorting to porn-style dirty talk. But while things improved sometimes, he could never get a girl completely in sync with him.
It was frustrating. He had even started pondering if the problem was entirely him. Was he really that bad in bed? Still, from the gossip that occasionally reached his ears, he knew that shouldn't be the case. Therefore, he concluded: finding a girl who liked giving a blowjob as much as he liked getting one was impossible.
He even tried to bypass the problem by following the famous saying "what the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel": if he didn't make eye contact, he wouldn't notice any distaste, and he could enjoy it guilt-free. That actually worked a few times, until he realized it just wasn't the same without the visual—without the sensation of watching his dick sink into someone’s mouth. It was like eating your favorite meal while having a cold: you’re glad you know it tastes good, but without fully tasting it, it’s just not the same.
With so many failed experiences and imperfect blowjobs, Feng Xin was feeling very, very frustrated, and it was affecting not only his sex life but his day-to-day mood. It was getting harder and harder to stay composed. Everything seemed to irritate him a hundred times more. He had even needed to bite his own tongue when he felt it intensely tingling with the urge to tell his asshole boss to go fuck himself.
And now, to make matters even worse, Xie Lian, his best friend, had asked him to hang out and forgot to mention they would also be in the illustrious company of Mu Qing.
Mu Qing and Feng Xin's relationship was very easy to explain: if Feng Xin was the flame, Mu Qing was the gasoline. Whenever they were in the same room, chaos was guaranteed. That's why, ever since Feng Xin started feeling sexually frustrated, he avoided being around Mu Qing at all costs; he knew Mu Qing would end up triggering the anger he was trying so hard to keep under control.
Everyone had their kryptonite, their Achilles' heel, and Mu Qing was Feng Xin's. All of Feng Xin's rationality would drain away at the very first eye-roll from that long-haired brunette, who had arms covered in tattoos and a waist as slim as a Victoria’s Secret model's. Not that Feng Xin paid too much attention to him, or his body. Some details, however, were impossible to ignore—like the fact that Mu Qing had arrived at the bar wearing a white shirt with a few buttons undone and black pants so tight that Feng Xin wouldn't doubt it if they ripped at the thighs at any moment.
As soon as their eyes met, Mu Qing rolled his eyes. Apparently, he didn't know they would be in each other's presence either.
"Everyone's here! We can order now," Xie Lian announced excitedly, raising his hand to call the waiter.
Xie Lian, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin had known each other for many years. Their families lived in the same building, and as kids, they used to play together at the playground. Despite this, Feng Xin never exactly saw Mu Qing as a friend. Ever since they were little, Mu Qing seemed to harbor an inexplicable anger toward him—always complaining, rolling his eyes, or whispering insults whenever Feng Xin said or did something he didn't like, which was, apparently, all the time. At first, Feng Xin even tried to please him, but when he realized the task was harder than he imagined, he decided to return the anger he received.
Xie Lian was the only one completely oblivious to the static electricity threatening to crackle between the two people sitting at the table with him.
"A portion of fries and a bottle of beer to start," Xie Lian smiled as the waiter took down the orders. When he left, Xie Lian tucked his hair behind his ear. "It's been so long since the three of us sat down together. I heard your routines have been crazy."
"Yeah, it would be a lot better if I could enjoy my day off without looking at certain people," Mu Qing shot back, his voice soft but sharp as a blade. He crossed his legs, and Feng Xin couldn't help but notice how the fabric of the black pants stretched even tighter against his thigh. What a fucking nightmare.
"I could say the same," Feng Xin countered, crossing his arms and digging his back into the chair. "If I knew my work stress was going to bleed into my day off, I would've stayed home."
"Oh, please, Feng Xin, as if you do anything highly productive with your free time besides scratching your balls and playing video games," Mu Qing let out a soft scoff through his nose, propping his chin on his palm and flashing that disdainful look that made Feng Xin's blood boil.
Feng Xin's jaw clenched. At any other time, he would just shoot back with a standard insult and tell Mu Qing to go fuck himself. But in his current state? With his cortisol levels through the roof and a sexual frustration that felt like an unbearable weight accumulating in his lower belly, that provocation hit differently.
He leaned forward, propping his elbows on the table, invading Mu Qing's personal space.
"You talk a lot about what I do or don't do with my free time, Mu Qing. Are you lacking things to do in your life? If you want, I can give you a list of more interesting things to focus that attention of yours on."
Mu Qing blinked, caught off guard by the sudden intensity in Feng Xin's voice. What did he mean by that? His eyes flicked down to Feng Xin's lips for a millisecond before focusing back on his pupils. A crease formed between his perfect eyebrows.
"I don't have the slightest curiosity about anything that comes from you," Mu Qing hissed, though his tone dropped an octave, becoming deeper, almost private.
"Guys, please..." Xie Lian tried to intervene, laughing nervously as the waiter left the bottle of beer on the table. "Let's toast to... friendship?"
Neither of them broke eye contact to look at the waiter or Xie Lian. The air between them felt like it had gotten ten degrees hotter. Feng Xin felt like every word from Mu Qing was a direct challenge, and his mind, already warped by the lack of an escape valve, began making dangerous connections.
He looked at Mu Qing's mouth. A beautiful, well-defined mouth that was now slightly open in indignation.
At least he isn't too lazy to use his tongue to make my life hell, an intrusive and utterly bizarre thought crossed Feng Xin's mind, making him grip his beer glass so hard his knuckles turned white.
"You're really pissed off today. What's wrong?" Mu Qing narrowed his eyes, adopting an almost analytical stance, which was even more irritating. He leaned in too, his citrus perfume hitting Feng Xin's nose like a punch. "What's going on, Feng Xin? Did your boss chew you out, or did your hand get tired?"
That was the breaking point. The thud of the glass hitting the wooden table made Xie Lian jolt slightly in his chair. Feng Xin felt the blood rush straight to his head, his cheeks burning with pure rage.
"My hand is fine, Mu Qing, mind your own fucking business," Feng Xin growled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "You're a massive pain in the ass, aren't you? You can't go five minutes without trying to get under my skin. What kind of fucking obsession is this?"
Mu Qing let out a mocking, scoffing laugh and leaned back against his chair, crossing his legs with an affected elegance that only served to make Feng Xin even madder. He ran his eyes over his neatly trimmed nails before focusing his sharp gaze back on the other man.
"Me? Obsessed with you? Please, Feng Xin, don't flatter yourself," Mu Qing disdained, rolling his eyes with that fake boredom that was his trademark. "It's just that it's simply too easy to rattle you. You look like a ticking time bomb ready to explode over any little thing. Do you need to get laid, is that it? Though, with how rough you are, I doubt any girl has the patience to put up with you for more than five minutes."
Feng Xin clenched his jaw so hard his back teeth actually ached. That hit painfully close to his current problem. If Mu Qing knew just how frustrated he really was, he would use it as ammunition for the rest of his life.
He opened his mouth to tell Mu Qing to go to hell, but the words died in his throat when a tall, imposing shadow loomed over their table.
"Am I interrupting?" The deep, drawling voice, loaded with a dangerous mockery, made both Feng Xin and Mu Qing freeze instantly. The surrounding atmosphere seemed to grow heavy, and a shiver ran down their spines.
Hua Cheng was standing right behind Xie Lian's chair, wearing a black jacket that highlighted his intimidating physique. The eyepatch covering his right eye and that smirk, which looked like it knew every single one of your darkest secrets, were enough to make anyone think twice before breathing too loudly around him.
Feng Xin swallowed hard. Mu Qing straightened his posture in the blink of an eye, losing half of that attitude from seconds ago. Neither of them was stupid: they could fight each other until they threw punches, but they knew very well that annoying Xie Lian's boyfriend was a terrible idea.
"San Lang!" Xie Lian flashed a radiant smile, all previous tension vanishing from his face as he turned to look at his boyfriend. "I thought you weren't going to make it! Sit here with us."
"I always make time to see you, gege," Hua Cheng replied, his voice instantly shifting to an absurdly soft and affectionate tone as he planted a tender kiss on the top of Xie Lian's head.
As he pulled up a chair to sit beside his boyfriend, Hua Cheng's visible eye swept over Feng Xin and then Mu Qing, narrowing. His smile turned a bit sharper.
"I thought I heard you two shouting all the way from the entrance. Any problem?" Hua Cheng asked, leaning his chin on his hand, his tone casual but carrying a clear, implicit warning: if you ruin Xie Lian's night, I will end you.
"No problem," Feng Xin rushed to say, clearing his throat and picking up his beer glass to hide his discomfort.
"Yeah, everything's great," Mu Qing completed right after, his voice a bit more subdued than usual, adjusting the collar of his white shirt with slightly tense fingers.
The two shut up, sealing a temporary and purely diplomatic truce in the name of self-preservation. However, beneath the surface, the atmosphere was still boiling. Feng Xin locked his eyes on Mu Qing, mentally promising that this conversation wasn't over, while Mu Qing sustained the gaze with the same intensity, like a silent, sharp challenge across the space between them.
Two hours and three bottles of beer later, the table no longer had the same vibe as the beginning, though the tension between Feng Xin and Mu Qing hadn't diminished one bit. They had spent the rest of the time in almost absolute silence, limiting themselves to answering Xie Lian only when directly questioned, while Hua Cheng alternated between showering his boyfriend with affection and casting looks of pure boredom at the other two.
That was when Hua Cheng pointedly looked at his wristwatch and let out a long sigh, wrapping his arm around Xie Lian's shoulders and pulling him closer.
"Gege, it's getting pretty late..." Hua Cheng commented, his voice soft, but his eyes fixed on Feng Xin and Mu Qing with the subtlety of a military tank. "And the bar is starting to get way too crowded. I think some people should already be heading home to rest, don't you think?"
The message wasn't just delivered; it was written, drawn, and rubbed right in Mu Qing and Feng Xin's faces.
Feng Xin, who wasn't an idiot, understood right away that Hua Cheng's quota of patience for sharing his “gege’s” attention had already run out. Mu Qing, beside him, straightened up immediately, catching the implicit threat that if they didn't clear the area, Hua Cheng would find a way to ship them off by force.
"Yeah... I have to wake up early tomorrow to hit the gym," Feng Xin lied bluntly, already pulling his wallet from his pocket.
"I was about to ask for the check too," Mu Qing chimed in quickly, adjusting his white shirt with nervous haste. "Tonight has already given me all it had to offer."
Xie Lian looked at them, a bit disappointed, but smiled understandingly. "Ah, what a shame... but that's okay! Let's do this again more often, alright?"
Absolutely not!, both Feng Xin and Mu Qing thought, saying their goodbyes to Xie Lian and nodding warily to Hua Cheng, who looked quite satisfied to have successfully gotten rid of the two.
After paying their shares of the bill, Feng Xin and Mu Qing gathered their things and left the bar, nearly running into each other at the door without properly saying goodbye.
The cool night air hit Feng Xin's face, bringing immediate relief from the stifling heat of the establishment, but the alcohol in his bloodstream still kept his irritation on a low simmer. He walked to his car, which was parked half a block away, pretending Mu Qing didn't exist.
Mu Qing, for his part, stopped right on the sidewalk outside, under the yellowish light of a lamppost.
Feng Xin was already unlocking his car with the key fob when he looked in the rearview mirror and saw the brunette with his arms crossed, his body slightly huddled against the cold wind, staring at his phone screen with a look of pure rage.
"What a fucking nightmare..." Mu Qing cursed quietly, his voice echoing in the deserted street. He huffed, stomped his foot, and started refreshing the ride-hailing app repeatedly. "No way. Not a single car in this shitty city?"
Feng Xin paused with his hand on the door handle. He looked at his own car and then at Mu Qing, who looked like a grumpy runway model with those tight pants and his tattooed arms covered in goosebumps from the cold.
A part of Feng Xin—the largest part, honestly—just wanted to get in the car, drive off, and leave that idiot to rot on the sidewalk until dawn. But the problem was that, deep down, Feng Xin still maintained that damn sense of moral obligation that kept him from being a complete asshole. They had known each other since they were kids, after all. If something happened to Mu Qing in the middle of the night, Xie Lian would never forgive him, and his own conscience would weigh heavily.
Letting out a heavy sigh that carried all of his frustration from the night, Feng Xin turned around. He walked over to the edge of the sidewalk and stopped a few paces away from Mu Qing, keeping his hands shoved in his jacket pockets.
"No Uber?" Feng Xin asked, his tone dry and out of patience.
Mu Qing jolted, clearly not expecting him to still be there. He quickly slid his phone into his back pocket, lifting his chin to regain his defensive posture. "None of your business," Mu Qing snapped coldly.
"Stop being so proud, Mu Qing, I could hear you cursing from over there," Feng Xin rolled his eyes, taking a step forward. "This area is terrible for cars at this hour, especially on a Saturday. You're gonna freeze out here."
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "And why do you care?"
Feng Xin huffed, running a hand over his face, hating himself for doing this. "Get in the car. I'll give you a ride."
Mu Qing looked at Feng Xin as if he had just suggested they jump off a bridge together. His dark eyes narrowed, inspecting the taller man's face for any sign of a prank or mockery.
"I don't need your charity, Feng Xin," Mu Qing spat the words out, though the slight tremble in his shoulders from the cold night wind gave away that he was lying. "I can wait just fine. A car will accept eventually."
"Oh, sure. You're gonna stand here waiting until you freeze or get robbed, just so you don't have to swallow your pride?" Feng Xin took another step forward, what little patience he had left evaporating completely. "Stop being childish, for fuck's sake. I live in the building next to yours, it's the exact same way. Just get in the fucking car before I change my mind and leave you here."
Mu Qing opened his mouth to shoot back, indignation written all over his face, but he glanced at his phone screen, which vibrated in his pocket, warning him that the search for drivers had failed yet again. He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders dropping slightly in a sign of defeat—a truly rare sight.
"If you say a single stupid word on the way, I'm jumping out while the car is moving," Mu Qing threatened, storming past Feng Xin, his citrus perfume drifting through the cold air.
Feng Xin just huffed and followed him to the vehicle.
The sound of the alarm echoed through the deserted street, and soon they were both inside the car. The enclosed space instantly felt way too small for the size of both their egos. Mu Qing slammed the door a bit harder than necessary, making Feng Xin grit his teeth, and immediately pressed his body against the passenger window, staring out at the street as if the seat upholstery were contaminated.
Feng Xin started the engine, turning on the heater right after. The motor hummed low as he pulled away from the curb, plunging the car into the quiet city streets.
The silence inside the vehicle was thick, almost suffocating. The only illumination came from the streetlights passing by the windshield, cutting through the darkness and lighting up, second by second, the tattoos on Mu Qing's arms and the contour of his serious profile.
Feng Xin tried to concentrate on the road, but his thoughts seemed to have a mind of their own. Being there in the silence only made the fatigue and sexual frustration from earlier in the night start throbbing again. He glanced sideways at his passenger. Mu Qing had his arms crossed, his black pants even tighter in the sitting position, and his mouth... that damn mouth was pressed into a thin, grumpy line.
"You drive like an old man," Mu Qing broke the silence suddenly, his voice drawling and full of boredom, breaking the silence agreement he himself had imposed.
"I drive within the speed limit, you dumbass," Feng Xin shot back instantly, gripping the steering wheel a bit harder. "If you don't like it, you can get out and walk."
"At least on foot I'd get there faster," Mu Qing provoked, turning his face slightly toward him, a smirk starting to trace his lips. "Seriously, Feng Xin. You're so uptight. At work, driving... I bet you do everything by some lame little manual."
The word uptight echoed in Feng Xin's mind. All the irritation from not being able to relax in bed, from feeling inadequate, and from having to hear that exact thing from the guy who knew best how to make his life hell accumulated on the tip of his tongue.
"You don't know shit about me, Mu Qing," Feng Xin let out, his voice coming out lower, huskier, and more dangerous than usual, making Mu Qing's mocking smirk falter for a millisecond.
Mu Qing blinked, slightly caught off guard by Feng Xin's tone. But his pride would never let him back down. He let out a nasal chuckle, tilting his head to the side and resting it against the seatback, facing Feng Xin.
"Oh, I don't?" Mu Qing narrowed his eyes, his gaze gleaming with that sharp mockery under the dim light of the dashboard. "Feng Xin, I've known you since we were kids. You're so predictable. You're so straight-laced, so square, you explode over any little thing that goes out of your control... It's sad, honestly."
Feng Xin kept his eyes fixed on the deserted avenue, but his knuckles were completely white around the steering wheel.
"You don't know what you are saying," Feng Xin hissed, his jaw clenched so tight the words barely came out.
"Really? Look at you right now," Mu Qing continued, his voice soft, almost a poisonous whisper filling the confined space of the car. He was loving seeing that he had touched a raw nerve, though he still had no idea which one it was. "You've been a bundle of nerves ever since you stepped into that bar. You spent the whole night brooding, looking like you were seething with rage. What's wrong? Did the manual you follow fail you? Did some girl finally realize you're too boring and left you hanging?"
That was it. He had crossed the line.
The mention of his sex life, even if just a pure guess to irritate him, was the final blow to what little sanity Feng Xin had left. That image of the girls with bored expressions, the accumulated frustration of weeks... it all exploded inside his head at once.
Feng Xin slammed on the brakes.
The tires screeched slightly on the asphalt of the deserted late-night street. The impact threw both their bodies forward, held back only by their seatbelts. The car stopped abruptly on the road shoulder, under the shadow of a leafy tree that blocked out the streetlight.
"What the fuck?! Are you crazy?!" Mu Qing yelled, his hand slammed against the dashboard, his heart racing from the fright.
Feng Xin didn't answer right away. He shifted into park, turned off the headlights—leaving the interior of the car in a thick, sharp darkness—and turned completely toward Mu Qing. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling sharply.
"Shut up, Mu Qing," Feng Xin growled. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward the passenger side, invading his space in a way he never had before. "You don't know shit. You think you're the master of truth, you think you can read everyone, but you don't know anything about me. Any-fucking-thing."
Mu Qing swallowed hard, his back pressed against the car door. The shock from the braking gave way to a completely different kind of tension. He looked at Feng Xin's proximity, at the size of that body nearly trapping him against the seat, and his eyes dropped for a second to the taller man's chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.
Instead of cowering, the shock on Mu Qing's face slowly transformed into an expression of pure realization. His lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes gleaming in the dimness of the car as if he had just unraveled the world's greatest mystery.
"Wait a second..." Mu Qing let out a soft chuckle, his voice dropping to a tone so mocking it was almost melodic. "I got it right, didn't I? That's it. You're actually in a dry spell, Feng Xin."
"Shut the fuck up, Mu Qing, I already told you to—"
"No, no, no, it all makes sense now!" Mu Qing interrupted him, leaning his face forward, millimeters from Feng Xin's, utterly fearless. "All this irritation, the bad mood, the even shorter fuse... You are absurdly frustrated. What's wrong? Did the girls finally get tired of pretending they can stand you? Or are you just bad in bed?"
"I don't need to prove shit to you, you prick," Feng Xin growled, his face burning with embarrassment and rage. The fact that Mu Qing was so close, with that citrus perfume filling the air and that mouth moving with such arrogance, was making his brain short-circuit. "Unlike you, who probably spends the weekends locked in your room judging everyone else's lives, I know exactly what I'm doing. And how to do it."
"Oh, do you? Doesn't look like it," Mu Qing countered instantly, his eyes narrowed, focused on Feng Xin's mouth for a brief moment before snapping back to his pupils. "From what people are saying around, you've been pretty demanding lately. Complaining about everything. Tell me, Feng Xin... is the problem that no girl has the patience anymore to get on her knees and swallow that bad attitude of yours? Do they just get tired of you too fast?"
Feng Xin clenched his jaw. That hit painfully close to home. The bored look from the girls, the feeling of emptiness when looking down... Mu Qing was throwing right in his face the exact thing that had been haunting him.
"You don't know shit about what happens when someone gets on their knees for me," Feng Xin hissed, his voice dropping lower and rougher, trying to regain control of the situation. "No one has ever complained about my dick, quite the opposite."
"Of course not. They probably just showered you with compliments to get rid of you faster," Mu Qing bluffed, his voice dropping to a dangerously soft tone, almost a whisper that sent a shiver down Feng Xin's neck.
Mu Qing ran his eyes over Feng Xin's tense jaw, tracing down his neck before locking eyes with him again, his gaze sharp and intensely focused.
"It's a shame, really," Mu Qing continued, his voice smooth, the mockery now giving way to a cold, calculated provocation. "A guy like you spending his days stressed out just because he can't find someone who actually knows what they're doing. Someone who isn't in a rush, you know? Someone who knows how to use their tongue right and make you forget all about that bad mood in an instant."
Feng Xin froze. His mind, already operating at its limit due to the alcohol and abstinence, took a few seconds to process the weight of that insinuation.
He looked at Mu Qing’s well-defined lips, which were now holding a barely perceptible smirk. That mouth... The exact same mouth that spent the whole day making his life hell with insults and complaints.
"What are you implying by that?" Feng Xin asked, his voice coming out deeper and rougher than usual, his body tensing even more over the passenger seat.
Mu Qing didn't answer right away. He just sustained the gaze, a mysterious and challenging gleam in his dark eyes, leaving the implicit suggestion floating in the cramped, silent space of the car.
Feng Xin let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. The initial shock quickly gave way to his standard defense mechanism, but now mixed with a malice he didn't even know where he was pulling from. He leaned his body even further forward, nearly trapping Mu Qing against the car door.
"You're kidding me, right?" Feng Xin scoffed, his eyes locked onto Mu Qing's, gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "What is this, Mu Qing? Do you want to suck my dick that bad? Aren't you ashamed to say that kind of stuff right to my face? You're acting like a desperate little whore."
The word hit Mu Qing like a physical slap. Feng Xin saw the exact moment the brunette’s cheeks flushed a bright red, the embarrassment rising up his tattooed neck all the way to the roots of his long hair. Mu Qing opened his mouth, his eyes widening for a millisecond, clearly rattled by the crude vocabulary and the aggressiveness of the response.
But backing down in front of Feng Xin simply wasn't in his nature.
He swallowed his shame dry, forcing his chin up and holding the gaze with even more fury, his dark eyes sparking in the dimness of the car. He gave a venomous, proud smirk. "I just know I'm good, and I know exactly what to do. It wouldn't be the first dick I suck. If you've only had shitty experiences with girls up until today, maybe the problem is that you're looking in the wrong place. Maybe you should try something else."
Feng Xin felt his stomach tie itself in a knot. The air inside the car seemed to be running out.
"Something else?" Feng Xin repeated, his voice coming out in a low growl.
"Yeah. Something else," Mu Qing continued, leaning his face forward, challenging the space Feng Xin was trying to dominate. The mockery returned full force to his voice, mixed with an absurd audacity. "But you'd never do that, would you? You're scared to death. Scared that if you try something actually done right, you'll end up liking it and that ridiculous straight-guy act of yours will go down the drain. That you'll get so obsessed you won't even be able to..." Mu Qing dropped his eyes, stopping between Feng Xin's legs. "...control yourself."
Every single one of Feng Xin's boundaries was crossed at that moment. Mu Qing had already filled his head with too many ideas. He took a deep breath and, with his heart in his throat, looked away from him and started the car.
Mu Qing pulled back too, leaning against the seat again, a victorious smile plastered on his face. Feng Xin was a coward. So predictable.
"What's wrong, Feng Xin?" Mu Qing mocked, his voice soft and triumphant. "Already scared?"
"I'm not taking you home anymore, Mu Qing," Feng Xin cut in, his voice frighteningly calm, without taking his eyes off the empty road.
Mu Qing let out a short laugh, finding it funny. "Oh, really? You're throwing a tantrum now? Are you seriously going to dump me in the middle of the street in the dead of night? How childish."
Feng Xin didn't answer with words. Instead, he slammed it into first gear, pulled the car off, and started driving back toward the main avenue. It was then that, keeping only his left hand firm on the steering wheel, he brought his right hand down to his own lap.
Mu Qing caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, the laughter dying instantly in his throat when he saw Feng Xin unzipping his pants.
There, under the dimness cut by the streetlights, Feng Xin freed his own dick, completely erect and throbbing with accumulated frustration. Without taking his eyes off the road for a single second, he closed his fingers around the hot length and started jerking off right then and there, taking slow, heavy, firm strokes while controlling the car with his other hand.
Mu Qing froze in the passenger seat, his entire body tensing up as if he had been hit by an electric shock. His eyes widened, fixed on Feng Xin's large hand moving up and down with determination, and on the low sound of the fabric of his pants rubbing against his skin. Mu Qing's chest began to rise and fall at an alarming rate and he swallowed hard, a violent shiver running all the way down his spine.
Watching that scene, in the silence of the moving car, made Mu Qing's heart beat so hard he could hear it in his ears. All of his arrogance from seconds ago vanished, giving way to an overwhelming realization: there was no going back now. He had poked a cornered animal, and the animal had just broken its leash.
Feng Xin stepped on the gas, making the car engine roar loudly in the deserted night, completely changing the route that would have taken them to Mu Qing's apartment. "I'm taking you to my place," Feng Xin warned, his voice coming out in a husky growl, the knuckles of his steering hand white from tension. He gave one last sideways glance at Mu Qing, focusing straight on that well-defined mouth that was now perfectly static with shock. "And you're going to get the chance to prove to me that you're really that good. I'm going to make sure that mouth of yours stays wide open and busy all night long."
The door to Feng Xin's apartment had barely closed when the lock clicked and the outside world simply disappeared.
There was no room for hesitation, questions, or regrets. Feng Xin dropped his keys anywhere and, in one rough movement, pinned Mu Qing against the firm wood of the door. The muffled impact knocked a surprised groan from Mu Qing's throat, but before he could utter any insult or mockery, Feng Xin's mouth fell over his.
The kiss was a violent collision. There was nothing gentle or romantic about it; it was pure urgency, the result of weeks of chewed-up and swallowed sexual frustration, now mixed with the taste of beer and the audacity of the man in his arms. Feng Xin dictated the rhythm, invading Mu Qing's mouth with his tongue, mapping every corner with a possessiveness that made the other man's legs go weak.
Mu Qing, far from being easily commanded, fought right back. His hands went straight to the hair at the nape of Feng Xin's neck, pulling the strands hard to glue their lips even closer while their bodies crashed together. Mu Qing's slim waist was completely pressed against Feng Xin's hips, and it was impossible to ignore the rigid, pulsing length crushing him through the fabric of their clothes.
"Fuck, Mu Qing..." Feng Xin panted against his lips, breaking the kiss only to bite the brunette's bottom lip hard, tearing another breathless sound from him. A string of slick saliva connected their lips, and Feng Xin licked through it, making Mu Qing moan. "You talk too much... you talk way too fucking much."
"And you're... too slow," Mu Qing provoked back, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper, yet loaded with that enticing venom. He scratched Feng Xin's back over his jacket, his dark eyes gleaming in the dimness of the apartment, lit only by the moonlight shining beyond the window. "Are you just gonna keep kissing me, or are you gonna show me if that massive size of yours is actually good for something?"
Feng Xin let out a low growl, his sanity evaporating completely. He grabbed Mu Qing by the thighs, lifting him off the ground for a second to pin him even higher against the door. His hands moved fast, eager fingers yanking Mu Qing's white shirt out of his pants, sliding up the hot, goosebump-covered skin of his ribs, dragging across the tattoos on his arms. Every touch was rough, urgent, starved.
They went back to kissing, a messy tangle of tongues, teeth, and clipped breaths. Mu Qing's citrus perfume was now mixed with the sweaty heat of their skin. Feng Xin dragged his kisses down the brunette's sharp jawline, biting the side of his neck, right on top of one of his tattoos, yanking a loud gasp from him that echoed through the apartment. "Why are you in such a fucking rush?" Feng Xin hissed against his skin, his hands moving roughly down to the fly of those tight black pants, popping the button open with a sharp snap. "You pushed me way too far. Now take it."
Feng Xin took a step back, letting go of Mu Qing's body, which slid back down against the door, slightly breathless, with flushed cheeks and his black hair beautifully messed up.
Keeping his eyes locked on Mu Qing's, Feng Xin opened his own pants once more, freeing his fully erect cock, which projected forward, rigid and aggressive. The sight made Mu Qing's pupils dilate instantly.
Feng Xin gave a sharp smirk, his ego stroked by the other man's obvious reaction. He took a step forward, stopping right in front of Mu Qing, and palmed his heavy hand over the top of Mu Qing's head, pulling his hair slightly while exerting firm, deliberate pressure around his length.
"You said you knew exactly what to do down here, didn't you?" Feng Xin provoked, his voice coming out extremely deep, vibrating in his chest. He pushed Mu Qing's head down, dictating the command with no room for argument. "Get on your knees."
Mu Qing swallowed hard, looking from Feng Xin's open fly to those brown eyes staring down at him, full of a starved expectation. Mu Qing's pride tried to scream, but the accumulated desire and the lust commanding his body spoke much louder.
With slow, almost theatrical movements, keeping his gaze fixed on Feng Xin's in a mute challenge, Mu Qing bent his knees. He slid his back down the wood of the door until his kneecaps hit the cold floor.
There, between Feng Xin's legs, with his face perfectly aligned with the other man's throbbing dick, Mu Qing lifted his chin, letting out a cynical, irresistible smile. "I hope you can handle what I can do, Feng Xin," Mu Qing whispered, bringing his face close slowly, letting his hot breath hit right against the tip. "I won't go easy on you."
The air between the two of them seemed to vanish completely as Mu Qing's mouth drew near. Feng Xin buried his fingers into his long black hair, tightly at first, but his knuckles relaxed slightly when the tip of Mu Qing's tongue made the first contact, tracing the length of his manhood from bottom to top with an agonizing slowness.
Taking his time, enjoying the control he thought he had, Mu Qing opened his mouth and took the head of Feng Xin's cock in all at once.
The contrast of the hot, wet, and absurdly soft mouth against his sensitive skin made Feng Xin's legs shake. He caught his breath as Mu Qing began to slide down, dragging his tight lips down the length, sucking with a firm, calculated pressure.
However, Mu Qing's annoying stubbornness didn't disappear easily. Wanting to test the other man's limits and show he wouldn't be submissive, he scraped the tips of his teeth slightly, almost imperceptibly, against the sensitive length, following it with a harder suck right after that made Feng Xin's body jolt with a sharp pang.
The warning was clear: I can bite if I want to.
That audacity snapped Feng Xin's very last line of patience. The adrenaline and his wounded ego spoke louder, turning into a genuine, violent irritation.
"Oh, you want to play like that?" Feng Xin growled, his voice extremely deep and sharp. In a rough movement, he gripped the hair at the nape of Mu Qing's neck with total force, yanking his head back with zero gentleness, ripping a choking gasp from Mu Qing as he dislodged him from there. Before Mu Qing could protest or curse, Feng Xin grabbed his own dick and started rubbing it roughly against his face.
The rigid, hot cock slid up Mu Qing's jaw, pressed against his pale cheek, and went all the way up to his watering eyes, smearing his skin with spit and the pre-come that was already dripping.
"Look at me," Feng Xin hissed, keeping the pressure of his dick against Mu Qing's face, forcing him to look up from below. "Did you really think you were gonna dictate all the rules here? You're on the floor of my house, on your knees for me. Bring that ego of yours down before I do it for you."
Mu Qing's face was turned sideways by the force of Feng Xin against his cheek, his eyes wide with the shock of the humiliation and the sudden aggressiveness. The contrast of the pulsing cock on his skin made him pant, and the glimpse of pure dominance in Feng Xin's eyes threatened any rebellion on his part. He realized right then that Feng Xin had more than enough strength to do whatever the hell he wanted with him. And while it pissed him off, it also turned him on immensely.
Feng Xin dragged his dick down the corner of Mu Qing's mouth, forcing the head against his closed lips, smearing them. Feng Xin let out a long sigh, dragging it over his mouth. He gripped Mu Qing's hair a bit harder, pulling his head back again, and slowly pushed his dick into his mouth, forcing him to take it.
"You think you're hot shit, don't you?" Feng Xin hissed, his voice incredibly deep and raspy. He looked down at Mu Qing, whose eyes were wet and face was flushed, and gave a cruel smile. "But the way you got on your knees... how fast you were to put my dick in your mouth... Just tell me one thing: you've always wanted to do this, haven't you?"
Mu Qing tried to pull his head back, indignant, but Feng Xin's grip on his hair kept him pinned in place.
"Tell me, Mu Qing," Feng Xin continued, leaning his face down, cornering him. "How many times did you think about this when you were home alone, with your hand shoved between your legs? You jerked off thinking about my dick, didn't you? Thinking about what it would be like to choke that dirty mouth of yours on it? About screwing me... about getting fucked by me?"
Mu Qing's cheeks burned a scarlet red, his eyes wide at the audacity of Feng Xin's words. He tried to spit out an insult, but Feng Xin didn't even give him room. He thrust his hips forward, bottoming out right against the back of his throat.
"You know what I think?" Feng Xin whispered, malice dripping from his voice. His hips picked up speed, not caring in the slightest if he ended up choking Mu Qing with it. He was too mesmerized by the sight of that mouth trapped around his length. "If your mouth is this tight, you must be way tighter down there. Tell me... if I took you to bed after this, would you let me fuck you the same way I'm fucking your mouth right now?"
Mu Qing let out a muffled sound, a mix of fury and pure lust that he could barely process. Those raw words were destroying whatever shred of sanity he had left. In response, to shut Feng Xin up and prove he wasn't intimidated, Mu Qing lunged forward on his own, swallowing Feng Xin's member all the way to the hilt, hitting his crotch sooner than expected.
Feng Xin let out a low roar. What the fuck. "How did I never think of this before? And here I was wasting my breath arguing with you. It would've been so much easier if, from the very first time, I had just shoved my dick in your mouth. You're a lot less annoying like this, nice and quiet."
Mu Qing began to move frantically, his eyes tearing up from the effort of swallowing the entire length, but refusing to break eye contact. He used his tongue on the base, sucking with an almost desperate force, as if trying to suck Feng Xin's very soul out through there.
"Yes... fuck, swallow it," Feng Xin groaned, his hips moving in firm thrusts against his mouth, dictating a rough pace. That sight—Mu Qing completely dominated, face flushed, long hair tangled between his fingers, and lips stretched around his dick—was everything Feng Xin needed to unleash weeks of frustration.
The pleasure surged like an overwhelming wave through his lower belly. Feng Xin tightened his fingers in Mu Qing's dark hair, burying himself deep inside him.
"I'm gonna... fuck, I'm gonna cum, Mu Qing. God, open your mouth wider, I want to cum down your throat, right there," he announced, his voice breaking completely.
Mu Qing dug his nails into Feng Xin's thighs and sucked even harder, locking his dick in place and taking all of it. In a few seconds, he felt the hot, thick liquid shoot straight down his throat, leaving him no choice. He forced himself to relax so he wouldn't gag, while Feng Xin still pressed the tip of his nose into his crotch, messing his mouth with cum.
Feng Xin never imagined that the most intense orgasm he'd ever have would be caused by the exact person who irritated him the most. It was almost ironic, if it wasn't also slightly predictable. It was obvious that all that accumulated rage with a dash of desire was going to culminate in something like this sooner or later.
When Mu Qing felt Feng Xin's hand loosen its grip on his hair, he pulled away slowly, letting the dick slide out of his mouth and leaning his back against the door, completely out of breath. Feng Xin leaned against the wood, still standing with his pants pushed down.
They had actually done it. And worse: Feng Xin had to admit that Mu Qing was right. It had been really fucking good. All the accumulated sexual frustration from bad experiences went right out the window, leaving room only for the memories of Mu Qing sucking him off, which he was certain would be the stars of all his next jack-off sessions.
When both of them caught their breath, Feng Xin reached out to Mu Qing and pulled him to his feet. Mu Qing was panting, but more composed than before. His gaze, too, seemed tamer, as if he had been broken in by the act. Feng Xin laughed mentally at the thought.
"I..." Mu Qing cleared his throat. His voice came out raspy from being handled so rough, and he scratched the back of his neck with his fingertips. "...should go."
Feng Xin arched his eyebrows. Go? Feng Xin crossed his arms, checking Mu Qing out from head to toe, devouring him with his eyes.
"Are you running away from me?"
Mu Qing snapped his eyes away immediately, his jaw tight as a new wave of redness rushed up his cheeks. He tried to fix his shirt with trembling fingers, adopting a defensive posture to camouflage the embarrassment that overwhelmed him for having been so submissive moments before.
"I'm not running away from anything," Mu Qing snapped back, his voice coming out sharper than intended. "I already did what I came here to do. You got what you wanted, didn't you? Now let me through."
He moved his hand to the side, trying to reach the doorknob, but Feng Xin moved faster. With a firm step, he grabbed Mu Qing by the wrist, pinning him back into his own space.
Mu Qing huffed, irritation snapping in his dark eyes as he pushed Feng Xin's chest with his free hand. "What the fuck are you doing? Let me go, Feng Xin! What else do you want from me?"
"Everything."
The answer came without hesitation, firm, heavy, and dead honest.
Mu Qing froze. His hand stayed flat against Feng Xin's chest, but the strength drained from his fingers. He blinked, the shock disarming his irritated expression as he stared into the other man's dark, intense pupils. "Wh... what?"
"I mean it, Mu Qing," Feng Xin continued, leaning his face forward, his hot breath hitting the brunette's skin again. He moved his mouth to Mu Qing's neck, while the hand that wasn't holding his wrist moved to grab the fabric of his open pants with a blind possessiveness. "I want everything. And now I want to fuck you."
Mu Qing let out a nervous, incredulous laugh, trying to push him away again, even though his own heart was beating like a drum inside his chest. "You're delusional, you don't know what you're asking for."
"I'm not fucking delusional," Feng Xin growled, tightening his fingers even more against his hip, slamming their bodies together in a way that left zero doubt about his intentions. "I've never been this lucid in my life."
"Let me go," Mu Qing asked, his voice wavering, losing the imposing tone from before, almost like a plea to save the little bit of control he had left. "Feng Xin, seriously. Stop. Let me out."
"No."
Mu Qing lifted his chin, his eyes flashing with a mix of desperation and contained fury. "Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound right now? Begging like this? Where is your pride?"
Feng Xin gave a sharp smirk, completely surrendered to what he was feeling. He brought his lips right to Mu Qing's ear, whispering against his goosebump-covered skin: "I know. I know exactly how pathetic I'm being, Mu Qing. But I don't care. I don't give a single fuck. I want more."
"You don't know what you want," Mu Qing mocked. "You've only ever been with women. Fucking a man is completely different. You wouldn't..." His eyes flicked down Feng Xin's face. A scornful smile formed. "...you wouldn't know what to do, or how to."
Feng Xin clenched his jaw, feeling the provocation burn right into his pride. A sting of offense rose in his chest, as if Mu Qing were calling him incompetent right to his face. However, as much as his first reaction was to curse him out, deep down—in the loudest, most honest corner of his mind—Feng Xin knew he was right about one thing: he really had never been with a man before. He had never touched a dick that wasn't his own, and he had never fucked a man. This was completely new, dark, and uncharted territory. He swallowed hard, holding Mu Qing's gaze. But Mu Qing was also wrong about something else: he knew exactly what he wanted.
"Then teach me," Feng Xin let out, his voice coming out in a husky whisper, stripped of any mockery. He let go of Mu Qing's wrist to grab him by the waist, pulling him flush against himself. "Teach me what I have to do to make you feel good."
Hearing that was the breaking point for Mu Qing to lose his mind. The sheer audacity of that request, coming from that exact man, made his brain short-circuit. The shock gave way to desire, and, desperate, Mu Qing shoved Feng Xin's chest hard and violently, using all the strength he had to break free. The impact made the taller man take two stumbling steps back, breaking the hold.
Feng Xin blinked, regaining his balance, and tensed his shoulders. For a moment, he thought that meant he had gone too far. He thought Mu Qing was just going to open the door, stomp out, and vanish into the night, leaving him alone in that state.
But Mu Qing didn't move toward the exit. He kept standing there against the door, his chest rising and falling at an alarming speed, his dark eyes flashing with an almost tangible rage. Without taking his pupils off Feng Xin's, Mu Qing brought his trembling hands to his chest and began unbuttoning his white shirt, one by one, with an irritated, aggressive haste.
Feng Xin froze, the air dying in his lungs as he watched the scene play out. The white fabric opened up, sliding off Mu Qing's slim shoulders and revealing pale skin, decorated by the sharp black lines of the tattoos that cascaded down from his neck and covered his arms. His torso was lean but perfectly toned, his collarbones prominent and sharp. When the shirt finally hit the floor with a silent thud, Mu Qing brought his hands to the waistband of his black pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, stripping completely bare under the other man's starved, obsessed gaze.
His body was a flawless work of art in the dim light. The slim waist, the thighs, the erection... everything was laid bare.
Mu Qing didn't try to hide; instead, he struck a posture of pure defiance. He looked at Feng Xin from under his lashes, his face flushed with shame, but his expression consumed by a burning anger, as if challenging Feng Xin to desire him, to handle him, to endure him.
"You want everything, Feng Xin?" Mu Qing hissed, his voice trembling with pure rage and accumulated lust. "Fine, I'll give it to you. But I don't want any whining, I don't want to hear any bullshit. I don't want to see a single drop of regret plastered on that fucking idiot face of yours." Mu Qing's eyes were blazing. Feng Xin was paralyzed. "You're going to fuck me, and you're only stopping when I tell you to stop. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," Feng Xin replied, not letting go of the provocation entirely. He took two steps forward and grabbed Mu Qing's waist again. "Any other demands?"
"Yeah," Mu Qing whispered. He slid his hand up Feng Xin's chest, covered by his shirt. "First... I'm sitting on your face."
If Mu Qing's intention was to shatter whatever shred of sanity Feng Xin had left, he succeeded. He froze, his brain processing the information in slow motion while his brown eyes blinked, shocked. He wasn't asking. He was letting him know. I'm sitting on your face.
Feng Xin wondered in his mind, in a mix of panic and disbelief, what the fuck that even meant. What did Mu Qing mean by that? And why did that idea, as abstract as it still was to him, sound so absurdly hot? Before he could find a logical answer, he felt his dick twitch violently, swelling up again, even harder and more throbbing than before.
Mu Qing, who didn't miss a single detail, caught the exact moment Feng Xin's eyes widened slightly and his breath hitched. A cynical, victorious smirk returned to trace his lips. He pressed the provocation, taking a short step forward.
"It's exactly what you heard, Feng Xin," Mu Qing whispered, his voice soft, dripping with malice. "I want your tongue on my ass. I want it inside me. I want to choke you with my weight while I ride your fucking face until you can't even breathe." Mu Qing tilted his face, his eyes flashing with mockery and lust. "What's wrong? Does that scare you?"
Feng Xin didn't answer with words. He simply couldn't stand hearing that mouth drop so much arrogance without being able to do anything about it.
In one rough movement, Feng Xin lunged forward and shut Mu Qing's mouth with a starved, violent kiss. There was no room for talking. He invaded the brunette's mouth with his tongue, sucking him in with an almost desperate urgency. While he kissed him, Feng Xin's mind kept racing; he couldn't comprehend how an image so obscene and degrading could get him so ridiculously turned on, making his blood boil like that.
Without completely breaking the kiss, only trailing rough, breathless pecks over Mu Qing’s lips and jaw, Feng Xin wrapped his arms around him. Practically carrying the naked, light body against his own, he moved through the dark hallway, guiding them to the bedroom.
As they walked in, Feng Xin kicked the door shut and went straight for the bed. He threw himself onto his back on the mattress but didn't allow Mu Qing to pull away. With a firm tug on his thighs, Feng Xin settled Mu Qing directly onto his lap, making the other man sit astride his hips.
Finally free from his pushed-down pants, Feng Xin's cock clashed directly against Mu Qing’s entrance, yanking a sharp moan from him.
Now, with the pace a bit more controlled but the intensity at an all-time high, Feng Xin began to explore Mu Qing’s body with hands that were heavy and trembling with lust. He squeezed the firm thighs hard, sliding his large fingers up the side of his hips until digging his nails into Mu Qing’s arched ass, pulling it against himself, testing the weight and softness that would soon be on his face. His hands kept moving up, mapping the pale, tattooed skin, squeezing Mu Qing’s biceps as the brunette braced his hands on Feng Xin's chest for balance, both bodies sweaty and completely surrendered to the beginning of that madness.
"Fuck, why are you so hot, huh?" Feng Xin uttered. "Saying all that shit to me... Fuck you, Mu Qing."
"That's exactly what I intend to do," he replied shamelessly, and Feng Xin let out a low, dragging laugh, his chest vibrating against the palms of Mu Qing's hands.
Mu Qing wasted no time and took the reins of the situation once and for all. Taking his time, he began to move his hips in slow, heavy circles over Feng Xin's lap, making his own length and the other man's rub together in a torturous way. Feng Xin threw his head back on the pillow, his fingers digging hard into the thighs of the man on top of him as Mu Qing leaned forward, attacking his neck with starved kisses and rough hickeys, leaving marks that would last for days.
In the middle of a breathless kiss, Mu Qing pulled his face back just enough to look at him, his hot breath hitting Feng Xin's cheeks.
"Do you have lube?" Mu Qing asked, his voice coming out in a whisper, yet firm.
It took Feng Xin a second to process it, his mind dizzy from the heat of the other man's skin. He stretched his arm blindly toward the nightstand, yanking the drawer open with a strong pull. His fingers fumbled around for the plastic bottle he used to slick his hand before jerking off and handed it straight to Mu Qing, keeping his eyes locked on his.
Mu Qing took the object and poured a generous amount of the cold liquid onto his hand. Under Feng Xin's attentive, starved, and completely obsessed gaze, he brought his index and middle fingers together, coating them with the gel. Mu Qing reached behind his own body, arching his spine slightly, and began to touch his own entrance with his fingertips.
Feng Xin watched it all in a state of pure trance. When he pressed and penetrated both fingers at once inside himself, a sibilant sigh escaped Mu Qing’s lips, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, his head falling slightly back from the shock of the sensation. Seeing Mu Qing right there, riding his lap, moving his hand between his own cheeks and basically sitting on his own fingers was the most obscene and exciting scene Feng Xin had ever witnessed.
Instinctively, Feng Xin's large hands came up and gripped the sides of Mu Qing’s waist. He felt the other man's body tremble slightly, as if he needed that firm support to hold himself up while he opened himself up. Sensing the rough touch of Feng Xin's palms against his naked skin, Mu Qing let out a sharp, breathless moan, his entire body becoming even more sensitive.
Mu Qing lowered his face, looking straight into Feng Xin's eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, his gaze clouded with pleasure and effort, but that posture of someone who knew exactly what he was doing was still there. His lips moved slowly, dripping the words with a wicked slowness: "Did you know, Feng Xin?" Mu Qing whispered, his voice wavering slightly as he pushed his fingers a bit deeper inside himself, yanking a wet squelch from the lube. "Before you fuck a man, you need to do this... put your fingers inside him and prep him. It's too tight if you go straight in."
Feng Xin swallowed hard, his cock throbbing so much he could feel the blood pulsing in his ears. He couldn't look away from Mu Qing's body moving up and down, stretching the very entrance he wanted to fuck more than anything.
"And if you do it right..." Mu Qing continued, giving a cynical, breathless smile, his fingers pressing a specific spot inside that made him jolt on Feng Xin's lap. "You can even make him cum just with them. You can't have any mercy. Once the body relaxes, you can't stop... you have to shove them deeper, harder."
Feng Xin felt a violent shiver run through his entire body as Mu Qing taught him. Hearing those instructions come out so raw and explicit from Mu Qing's mouth was the fuel needed to incinerate the rest of his self-control, but he stayed there, paralyzed on the bed, unable to move a single muscle unless it was to squeeze the brunette's waist. He was completely hypnotized. Watching Mu Qing open himself up like that, with two fingers shoved all the way to the hilt inside himself and his eyes clouded with lust, was insane.
"It's good watching me, isn't it?" Mu Qing hissed, his voice drawing out. He gave a cynical smile, even though his cheeks were burning. "Look at me. Pay attention to what I'm doing. Pay attention to me."
Feng Xin swallowed hard, his cock throbbing so, so much. As if it were possible not to.
Mu Qing moaned louder as he curved his fingers slightly upward inside himself. His body jolted once more, and he leaned his torso forward, bringing their faces close, dripping the venom right onto Feng Xin's lips: "It's right here..." Mu Qing panted, intensifying the rhythm of his own fingers. "It's right here that your cock is gonna hit when you fuck me. And if you're not completely incompetent... you're gonna hear me scream your name while you crush me against this mattress."
"Fuck, Mu Qing..." Feng Xin uttered through his teeth, his voice coming out almost like a pleading growl. His hands dug into the brunette's slim waist, his knuckles white from the restraint of not being able to take him in his arms just yet.
"Eyes on the ceiling, now," Mu Qing said, and Feng Xin didn't dare disobey. Very reluctantly, he relaxed his head on the pillow, staring at the white ceiling of his room. He licked his lips involuntarily. He knew what was coming, and that only made the situation even more thrilling.
The few times Feng Xin had put his mouth on a girl's pussy, he had his head between her legs, her thighs on his shoulders, and slim, delicate fingers messing up his hair. He didn't have a history of getting involved with very bold women—he hadn't had the chance to sleep with someone who had such explicit requests. Mu Qing was a novelty to him in many ways.
Mu Qing’s body moved on top of him, and soon enough, pressure formed on his chest with the weight of Mu Qing’s thighs resting there.
"Open your mouth," Mu Qing ordered, and Feng Xin smiled wide before doing exactly that, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out. Before he knew it, the taste of strawberry lube invaded his palate and he let out a choked sigh, squeezing Mu Qing’s buttocks, which were now pressed against his cheeks.
The full weight of Mu Qing's hips crashed against Feng Xin's face, knocking out any leftover air still trapped in his lungs. Losing his breath bit by bit like that was a violent, claustrophobic, and incredibly exciting feeling. Feng Xin dug his short nails into the soft flesh of that ass, pulling it against his own face to fill every empty space, while his tongue worked desperately at the entrance.
The taste of the strawberry lube mixed with the salty heat of Mu Qing's skin. With his eyelids closed now, unable to see what was happening, Feng Xin's hearing became his sharpest sense: he could hear Mu Qing's heavy breathing right above him and the wet squelches his own tongue caused as it invaded his intimacy.
Mu Qing moaned even louder, bracing his hands on Feng Xin's knees to keep his balance. Feeling that thick, hot tongue invading him with force, without the slightest gentleness, made his entrance pulse frantically.
"Oh, my God..." Mu Qing murmured, his voice coming out broken and trembling. He began to move his hips, grinding his ass hard against Feng Xin's mouth, rubbing himself mercilessly against his lips, nose, and chin. "More, more..."
Feng Xin let out a muffled growl against his skin, his mouth completely full. He obeyed the command with a renewed aggressiveness, stretching his tongue to the max, shoving it into Mu Qing’s tight canal and mimicking the motion of a real penetration. With every heavy grind Mu Qing gave against his face, pinning him against the mattress, Feng Xin responded by sucking the sensitive skin there, delighting in the tremors that shook Mu Qing's thighs with every well-aimed touch.
Mu Qing was losing his mind. The contrast of Feng Xin's always so proper and arrogant posture, now reduced to a tool for his pleasure, buried between his legs, was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He accelerated the pace, his hips moving in a desperate, wet back-and-forth against Feng Xin's face, his eyes rolling back, and his sanity slipping away.
"You... hmmpf... were right before... when you said that..." Mu Qing spoke from above, his breathing completely erratic while his own erection swung and dripped on top of Feng Xin's chest. He dug his fingers into Feng Xin's thighs to steady himself, feeling his entire body burn. "That I-I think about you when I touch myself. That I... think about you... fucking me."
Feng Xin's eyes widened, his own cock twitching. He never imagined Mu Qing would say that, in such an obscene and direct tone of voice. He squeezed Mu Qing’s ass so hard his knuckles popped, and suddenly, something wet touched the slit of his glans. Mu Qing was all over him again. Feng Xin felt tears form in the corners of his eyes from the insanity and sheer amount of stimuli at that moment, and without waiting, he bucked his hips upward, wanting even more. Mu Qing kissed the length of Feng Xin's shaft, still speaking: "I think about you in my bed, at night, when I'm alone. I masturbate imagining it's your hands on me. I..." Mu Qing's face flushed even redder before he spoke. "I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time. I've wanted you to fuck me for a long, long time, Feng Xin."
Since when?, Feng Xin wanted to ask, but it was impossible with his mouth so busy, so he could only imagine an answer to that. Since he lost his virginity? But if it was for that long, then... since they were teenagers? Since Mu Qing came out as gay?
Did that mean that every single time they argued, fought, or hit each other, deep down, Mu Qing was imagining Feng Xin between his legs, his dick deep inside him, fucking him to the limit?
How long was a "long" time?
He felt Mu Qing's weight leave his face, and he took a deep breath, coughing a little as a flood of oxygen entered his chest all at once. His mouth was red from the effort, his heart racing, and his thoughts a mess.
What was Feng Xin supposed to do with that information?
The answer was clear. The moment Mu Qing stood completely up on top of him, on his knees on the bed, Feng Xin shoved him forward, making him fall with his hands propped on the mattress. His cock was too hard and aching, and he wasted no time as he got on his knees behind him, pulling him by the waist with one hand while holding the base of his length with the other, pressing the tip against Mu Qing's entrance.
Mu Qing turned his head back, a desperate look on his face. "W-Wait, Feng Xin, don't—"
"I can't." He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock sink slowly inside Mu Qing. "Why did you tell me all that? Isn't this what it's for?" Now that his cock was already shoved in enough that he didn't need to support it anymore, he withdrew his hand from there and rested it on the base of Mu Qing's spine. "Isn't it so I would fuck you knowing you've wanted this for a long, long time?"
"Ahh..." Mu Qing felt the slightly painful penetration invade him, but he could only spread his legs further and lower his arms, pressing his chest into the bed. Feng Xin squeezed the ass that was previously on his mouth around his cock and groaned, thrusting forward and penetrating the rest, until his balls collided with Mu Qing's buttocks.
The sight was absurd. Feng Xin's deep groan filled the room, and he didn't even give Mu Qing time to relax before he initiated a fast pace, hammering his cock inside him with the force of someone who had been kept waiting for this for a long time too.
"F-Feng Xin..." Mu Qing gripped the sheets, his body rocking with the thrusts, making the bed creak as it hit against the wall.
The echo of Mu Qing's confession still reverberated in his thoughts, messing with his certainties and turning the raw lust into something much denser, almost possessive. He leaned his body forward, gluing his sweaty chest against Mu Qing's bare back, feeling his heart racing. His hands flattened against his ribs, guiding his hips in slower, deeper, and more dragging movements.
"You caught me by surprise, you know?" Feng Xin whispered right near his ear, his voice raspy, stripped of that previous rawness, becoming dangerously suggestive. He gave a firm thrust, feeling Mu Qing contract entirely around him. "Saying you think about me... that you wanted me like this. Tell me... is it how you imagined it would be? Is this dick the best you've ever had?"
Mu Qing let out a breathless groan, hiding his face in the pillow. The vulnerability of his own surrender seemed to burn more than the friction of their bodies. He tried to draw air, his entire body trembling as Feng Xin's hips pressed into his.
"The only one," Mu Qing confessed in a thread of a voice, his pride finally giving way to honesty. "It's the only one I've ever had."
Feng Xin froze in that exact second. His cock remained buried all the way to the hilt inside Mu Qing, but he stopped moving entirely, the muscles of his back tensing under his sweaty skin.
He blinked, processing the information in a state of absolute shock. The only one. He had never, even in his wildest thoughts, imagined that Mu Qing had never gone that far with anyone else. Mu Qing always carried an arrogant pose, absolute control over everything, and up until minutes ago was dictating the rules and explaining how to prep a man's body with an authority that oozed experience. Knowing that, in reality, he was the first to desbrave that territory made Feng Xin's stomach flip.
For a brief moment, Feng Xin's protective instinct tried to take over. He questioned himself mentally if he should go slower, if he should be gentler and pull back the force to make Mu Qing's first experience a little less aggressive, less painful. He looked down, observing the line of tattoos on the other man's back, his turned-up ass, and the way his entrance hugged him with an absurd force.
But then, the realization hit. Mu Qing hadn't told him he was a virgin before everything started. He hid that on purpose.
And Feng Xin, knowing him the way he did, understood why: it was exactly like that, in that rough and overwhelming way, that Mu Qing wanted it to be. That was why he had chosen Feng Xin, and no one else. Only Feng Xin had the capability to drive him crazy in the right way, to push him to the brink of sanity. Mu Qing didn't want affection and gentleness; he wanted to be dominated by the only man who could shake his very foundations.
A rough smirk, yet loaded with a twisted and possessive affection, appeared on Feng Xin's lips. He went back to moving, but this time with a torturous slowness, pulling his member nearly all the way out before plunging it back in with force, delighting in the wet squelch and the sharp moan that echoed through the room.
"The only one..." Feng Xin repeated, savoring Mu Qing's words. "So while I was out there sleeping around, you saved yourself all this time just for me, waiting for the day I'd finally give you attention?" Feng Xin rolled his hips inside Mu Qing, his glans hitting right against his swollen prostate, making the man beneath him shiver. "Ah, Mu Qing... I never imagined that you from all people would be this faithful to me."
"W-Who said I saved myself for you, you idiot?! And I never said I've never slept with anyone! I've just never bottomed."
"I don't believe you." Feng Xin increased the speed, and as his thoughts piled up, the more his desire grew. "The way you're fucking yourself on me, so vulnerable... I'd say you don't even think about being on top. That you like exactly this." He gave a deep thrust to prove his point, and Mu Qing, unable to contain himself, let out a muffled groan, burying his face in the pillow. "You like a good cock in your ass and being well-fucked."
Mu Qing tried to reply, but his fury was completely swallowed by a sharp moan when Feng Xin moved his free hand downward. For the first time that night, Feng Xin's large, calloused fingers wrapped around Mu Qing's erection. The direct, rough touch made Mu Qing give a violent jolt on the bed.
"F-Feng Xin... ahn!" Mu Qing begged, his voice completely fragmented, the sheets crumpled between his fingers.
Feng Xin growled against his ear, his breath burning the sensitive skin there. In total synchronization, Feng Xin began to dictate the final rhythm. He slammed his hips hard and fast against that ass, shoving his cock all the way to the hilt, while his hand moved up and down the man's length in a swift, implacable caress. The double stimulus on Mu Qing was overwhelming. The room was taken over by the slapping sound of bodies colliding, muffled gasps, and wet friction.
Mu Qing completely lost his grip on sanity. He grinded frantically against Feng Xin's hand and cock, his head thrown back, his open, watering eyes staring at nothing while pleasure broke him from the inside out. He could no longer formulate words, only focus on the feeling of that man filling him completely, taking him to a limit he had never experienced before.
"Look at you..." Feng Xin hissed, feeling his own climax rise like an incandescent wave through his lower belly. Mu Qing's internal walls began to pulse around his member, trapping it in violent spasms that announced the end. "You're almost there, aren't you? Come on, cum for me, Mu Qing. Cum in my hand."
With one final, brutal thrust that hit his deepest point dead-on, Mu Qing screamed, his entire body tensing before collapsing. His cum spurted between Feng Xin's fingers, messing up the sheet and Mu Qing's own abdomen as he rode an orgasm so intense it made him sob, his entrance squeezing Feng Xin's cock with an almost painful force. That desperate squeeze was the final trigger for Feng Xin. He let out a low roar, digging his nails into Mu Qing's hips and driving his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could.
It was a relief when he finally came inside him. A wave of hot and sticky cum filled Mu Qing up, making Feng Xin pant heavily, his head falling against the other's back while his body gave the last spasms of the most violent orgasm of his life.
They stayed there for a few seconds, only the sound of their erratic breathing echoing in the bedroom. When Feng Xin finally caught his breath a bit, he didn't pull back. He stayed connected to Mu Qing, enjoying the feeling of pulsing inside him.
With a corner smirk, exhausted but completely victorious, he trailed a wet kiss on Mu Qing's sweaty nape and whispered wickedly: "There... now you're nice and full of my cum, just the way you wanted for a long, long time."
Mu Qing turned his face to him. There was a sort of amusement in his gaze, along with embarrassment that Feng Xin was still teasing him: "You're never going to leave me alone about this, are you?"
"Never," Feng Xin replied, and leaned in to seal his lips with a long, intense peck.
When he pulled out of him, he saw his liquid dripping down his thighs and grabbed the sheet to clean Mu Qing up. Mu Qing made a face of disgust that Feng Xin had chosen the bedding for that instead of something more hygienic, but didn't say much. "Well... now, I'm actually going home. I need to feed my cat."
Feng Xin threw himself beside him on the bed and watched Mu Qing stretch. When he sat up on the bed, a groan of discomfort escaped his lips, and Feng Xin caressed his waist. "Does it hurt?"
Mu Qing stared at his face and rolled his eyes. "How funny. Now you care about that?" He got out of bed, limping a little. "Yes, but it'll pass. It's no big deal."
Feng Xin held back a laugh at the deplorable state he was in, receiving a death glare as a response. Mu Qing went to the living room, and a few seconds later, Feng Xin followed him, still wearing only his shirt.
"We... should talk," he said. Involuntarily, his cheeks warmed up, and he scratched the back of his neck, completely embarrassed. "It doesn't have to be today, just..."
"I like you."
Feng Xin stopped. The words floated in the living room air, heavy and definitive. Feng Xin froze mid-gesture while scratching the back of his neck, his hand locked in his hair. He blinked, feeling his heart give a jolt that had nothing to do with the physical effort from before. Hearing Mu Qing say that with such simplicity, after years of fights and misunderstandings, was like taking a punch straight to the stomach.
Mu Qing sustained his gaze for a few seconds, but the prolonged silence from Feng Xin began to weigh heavy. The gleam of expectation in his dark eyes slowly faded, replaced by a defensive rigidity. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as the shame and regret of exposing himself so much began to suffocate him.
Lowering his head, Mu Qing let out a rough, humorless laugh, and took a step back, turning toward the door. "Forget it," he murmured, his voice coming out cold, trying to recover his usual armor. "I shouldn't have said anything. Pretend I didn't—"
"Hey, wait!" Feng Xin reacted, his body moving before his brain could process.
He took two quick steps and caught Mu Qing by the wrist, stopping him from reaching the doorknob. Mu Qing tried to pull his arm back, irritated, but Feng Xin's grip was firm, though not aggressive.
"Let me go, Feng Xin. I get it," Mu Qing hissed, refusing to look at him, his cheeks burning with pure humiliation.
"No, you don't get a fucking thing!" Feng Xin exclaimed, forcing Mu Qing to turn to him. His cheeks were also red, and confusion was written on every line of his face. He let out a heavy sigh, trying to organize the whirlwind inside his head. "I'm not rejecting you, Mu Qing. It's just that... I don't know."
Mu Qing frowned, his gaze confused and still hurt. "Don't know what?"
"I don't know what I feel," Feng Xin confessed all at once, the raw honesty making his voice waver slightly. He let go of Mu Qing's wrist but stayed close to him. "Up until a few hours ago, I thought you hated me. And now... this. I'm confused, but still, I don't see what we just did as something as simple as casual fuck. It wasn't just that for me." He paused, swallowing hard, feeling the weight of admitting his own limitations. "But I need some time to think, okay?" Feng Xin continued, looking fixedly into Mu Qing's eyes, silently begging for a vote of confidence. "To get my head straight... This was the first time I've been with a man, Mu Qing, and I... I didn't think I'd like it so much. So my mind is a complete mess right now. I just need to sort out my thoughts before I tell you anything definitive. Do you understand me?"
Mu Qing stayed silent, processing Feng Xin's words. The rigidity in his shoulders slowly began to give way as he realized he hadn't been rejected, just that he had rushed the pace. He looked down and then back at the taller man's tense face.
Letting out a long, heavy sigh, Mu Qing relaxed his posture. "All right," Mu Qing agreed, his voice much softer and tired, devoid of any sharpness. "I understand. You're right."
Feng Xin smiled, this time genuinely. Mu Qing, as if caught up in it, copied the gesture, leaving Feng Xin surprised. Mu Qing never smiled at him. Never smiled like that at him. It was a light, almost timid smile that completely softened that harsh expression he usually carried as a shield.
Feng Xin felt his chest warm up in an unprecedented way, a feeling that went way beyond the lust they shared in the bedroom.
"Well..." Mu Qing cleared his throat, breaking the spell and looking away, his defensive pose trying to resurface as he adjusted his shirt collar. "I really need to go now. My cat must be tearing the apartment apart by this hour."
He took a step toward the exit door, but Feng Xin wasn't ready to let him go just yet. Not without carving one last memory of that night into the other man's mind.
Before Mu Qing could grip the doorknob, Feng Xin pulled him lightly by the waist, closing the distance and stealing one last kiss. This time, there was none of the aggressiveness from the living room or the starved urgency from the bed; the kiss was slow, intimate, and incredibly soft. Their mouths slotted together with such an absurd naturalness that it didn't even seem like they had kissed for the first time in their lives just a few hours ago. It was the kiss of two people who had, finally, found each other.
When Feng Xin pulled back, his lips brushed lightly against Mu Qing's flushed cheek.
"Good night, Mu Qing," Feng Xin whispered, his voice soft and loaded with a silent promise.
Mu Qing blinked, his pupils a bit dilated, clearly no longer knowing what to do with the amount of embarrassment and affection overwhelming him at that moment. Unable to handle his own sentimentality, he scoffed and clicked his tongue.
"Idiot," Mu Qing muttered, though there was no anger at all in the word. He opened the door quickly and stepped out, closing it right behind him. The sound of the lock clicking decreed the end of that insane dawn.
Feng Xin stood at the entrance for a long minute, staring at the wood of the door with his fingertips touching his own lips, where the taste and warmth of Mu Qing still lingered. A breathy laugh escaped his nose. He was completely fucked.
He turned around and walked slowly back to the bedroom, throwing himself carelessly onto the messy bed. The sheet still had Mu Qing's scent clinging to it, and the mess around was the witness of what had transpired. Feng Xin covered his eyes with his forearm, staring into the dimness, letting the gears of his mind work.
It was his first time with a man. It was Mu Qing, the guy he spent years bickering with. But lying there in the solitude of the room, Feng Xin realized that the mess in his head was starting to make a terrifying amount of sense.
With a fixed smirk on his face, he promised himself that he wouldn't make Mu Qing wait too long for an answer.