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One day there was a festival happening at the ghost city. It was the lantern festival. Lanterns hung above them, already lit for when the sun completely disappears behind mountains in the distance. It was suggested by the crown prince Xie Lian himself to the all mighty demon king Hua Cheng. And of course Hua Cheng agreed and had his loyal ghost people prepare things for this extravagant festival, hosted by Hua Cheng himself.
Xie Lian contacted both Feng Xin as well as Mu Qing, to be invited to attend this festival as well as a few other heavenly officials that were fine being around this many ghosts and not feel threatened by Hua Cheng.
Mu Qing arrived along with Feng Xin and met up with Xie Lian, who was of course accompanied by Hua Cheng.
Xie Lian spoke, “Feng Xin, Mu Qing! I’m glad you both are here; you guys could really use a break.”
Feng Xin smiled at the crown prince, “Of course your highness, we are glad to be invited.”
Mu Qing rolled his eyes, but not for the reason you would think he is. He saw how Feng Xin smiled at Xie Lian, but he only ever sees him smile for him and never at Mu Qing.
Hua Cheng smirked at Xie Lian, “How about we head to the paradise manor for a while?”
Xie Lian blushed, “San Lang! Hahaha… please ignore him. Go ahead and enjoy the festival you two. Haha…”
With that Xie Lian dragged Hua Cheng away, he was too embarrassed by what he said and although he did want to go, he just didn’t want the others to know about it, even though it was obvious.
And so the two were left by themselves. Mu Qing crossed his arms unsure of what to do and waited for Feng Xin to say something. But when he never heard anything he glanced back at Feng Xin and saw that he was just looking at some of the stalls available with all the different games to be played. Feng Xin started drifting around the festival and Mu Qing followed unsure of what to do there other than to follow along with Feng Xin. Mu Qing even thought that maybe this was his chance to get Feng Xin to smile at him the way he does with Xie Lian. So he avoided saying anything that could cause a fight for now.
Mu Qing spotted a game where you shoot targets with a bow and the targets were fairly far but none the less easy for Feng Xin to hit, and if you hit that target you win a prize of anything available there that interest you. So Mu Qing waited for Feng Xin to finish eating the oddly shaped meat on a stick he had just bought.
Mu Qing casually said, “How about we try that out?” as he pointed in the direction of the target game.
Feng Xin looked shocked to see Mu Qing suggest something like that, “Really? You know I’ll beat you right?”
Mu Qing tried hard to suppress his competitive side to try and have fun, but Feng Xin’s reckless comment is really pushing Mu Qing to his limits.
Mu Qing rolled his eyes, “Whatever! Plus it’s just a game idiot! I just wanted to try it out.”
Mu Qing then headed over to the booth and paid for the both of them to shoot. Feng Xin was confused, Mu Qing really said it was just a game. Mu Qing the one that is the most competitive compared to Feng Xin. Feng Xin thinks this is the calmest he had seen Mu Qing ever be, but maybe it was because of the festival. Either of them hadn’t been to one is so many years, at least in the mortal realm that is. Especially with each other without Xie Lian being nearby to break up the fights.
Once at the target game booth, they both were handed a cheap looking bow along with some flimsy arrows.
Feng Xin stared blankly at these, “Is this some kind of fucking joke?”
Mu Qing side looked at Feng Xin, encouraging the battle to show off skills “If anyone used a real bow this would be easy for people like us so of course they make it harder like this. So it takes real skill to win at this.”
Feng Xin took back what he had thought earlier about Mu Qing being less competitive. This is the Mu Qing he knows, one that always had the need to show off or pose a challenge to see who the better one is. And this is only the beginning. There were tons of different games to test the other’s skills.
Feng Xin held the bow with much elegance and Mu Qing was lesser elegant but anyone who doesn’t do archery couldn’t tell the different between the two of them.
Of course Feng Xin won this round of games, he chose to get the demon mask as his prize. Many others were also wearing similar masks and thought it funny for him to wear one too. It also helps get into the festival spirt.
After playing a few more games, Feng Xin thought it strange that he was winning every game they played and still no hand at his throat. Feng Xin noticed that Mu Qing wasn’t talking back at every word Feng Xin said during their games, yet it’s a new side of Mu Qing he hasn’t seen and frankly enjoys not bickering at every turn.
Feng Xin was looking at Mu Qing with a gentle smile and just at the same time Mu Qing turned toward him and saw that sweet smile upon Feng Xin’s face and Mu Qing froze. The light was hitting Mu Qing’s face perfectly and Feng Xin saw just how truly beautiful Mu Qing’s eyes were when he wasn’t furrowing his brows or scrunching his face. He even saw Mu Qing’s eyes shine with something new as well, like he was happy about something, but he wasn’t sure what it was that made him happy like this.
Feng Xin still smiled, “I can’t believe either of us started killing each other today. I think his highness will be proud of us.”
Mu Qing was hesitant at the sound of the crown prince but all the while soaking in Feng Xin’s smile. Yet he couldn’t help a light blush spread across his face which alarmed the other.
Feng Xin walked up to Mu Qing with a sudden expression of concern, “What’s wrong with you? Is it because you feel ill that you’ve been acting this way? Why didn’t you say something, you fucking idiot?!”
Feng Xin placed a hand on Mu Qing’s forehead and Mu Qing was still frozen but wasn’t at all making eye contact with Feng Xin. When Feng Xin didn’t feel anything was wrong with Mu Qing, he backed up a bit, pondering at what could be causing Mu Qing to be so odd today. Maybe the festival was a bit too much for him, after all it was the first one in a long time and with this many games to be played and food to eat, maybe he’s worn out from all this. But he lasted much longer in fights with Feng Xin so why is he acting this strange?
Just then a few heavens officials showed up, thus interrupting the moment Mu Qing thought they were having. There were two female officials and they approached Feng Xin. They clearly saw Mu Qing was with Feng Xin but ignored him completely.
One of the women said blushing and fidgeting with her hands, “Um Feng Xin do you want to hang out with us?”
Mu Qing was watching them, he backed away, not wanting to get involved. However Feng Xin looked like he was panicking again if any female gets near him. Mu Qing wasn’t sure what to do since he was also neutrally bad with women but not quite like how Feng Xin was.
Mu Qing was angerly watching the women as they got closer to him, seeing that Feng Xin was backing away slowly unsure of what to do and he rejected their offers, but they wouldn’t stop insisting they hang out.
Mu Qing thought glaring daggers at the girls, “Fuck off! He’s mine!”
When the three people standing there, turned their heads toward him, he froze. Suddenly realizing he had said those words out loud! He Quickly covered his mouth and if it wasn’t for his hand covering most of his face, there would be a visibly bright blushing red covering from ear to ear. This was not what he had in mind for a confession, he wasn’t ready for a rejection. It accidently slipped out and now he can’t take it back no matter what, he wished he could just disappear!
Mu Qing started sprinting in a random direction. He was too embarrassed to even notice Feng Xin was calling after him multiple times, trying to get him to stop. Of course he wasn’t going to stop, too many things ran through his head, trying to forget what just happened and wishing Feng Xin would ignore him like he always does when he says things that don’t make sense.
After running for a while he slowed down just outside the ghost city to catch his breath and prosses the major error he had just made. He let himself get jealous of those women and let his thoughts go wild with curses on those shitty women interrupting them. He needed to be ready for that rejection, but he couldn’t steady himself at the thought. Never being able to be near Feng Xin really will end him.
Suddenly a hand had grabbed his. Mu Qing turned to see it was Feng Xin that was behind him! He avoided eye contact and looked the other way, down at his feet. His face was very red and his hands shaky with nervousness that he had never felt before. Feng Xin was sure to tell him off or start beating him up for all the bullshit he had said in front of those girls.
Feng Xin felt how shaky Mu Qing was and this was defiantly different from the usual Mu Qing. A new side of Mu Qing Feng Xin never thought he could ever witness. Because Mu Qing wasn’t looking at Feng Xin, he couldn’t tell what face he was making or why he hadn’t started beating him senseless.
Feng Xin spoke softly, “Why did you run away like that?”
Mu Qing could only feel that hand on him grow tighter, yet he didn’t want to reply. He thought whatever he would say would only ruin their, well what he thought was friendship but maybe Feng Xin never had considered them friends at all. Mu Qing was just about ready to cry with tears forming in his eyes. All this doubt going through his heart making it ache with new pains he had never experienced before. This is his first love and for some reason the thought of being pushed away wasn’t one of his options.
Feng Xin said in his deep voice, sweet to Mu Qing’s ears, “We really are very similar as they say.”
Mu Qing couldn’t quite understand why he’s bringing up that crap now. What does that have anything to do this what’s happening now?
Mu Qing still didn’t turn around and said with a shaky voice, “What the fuck, just let me go! Forget it!”
Feng Xin wasn’t loosening his grip anytime soon, “We are fucking similar! So fucking similar that I wanted to claim you a long time ago! I had no idea that we had the same feelings…”
Mu Qing was shocked by those words. He slowly turned his head facing Feng Xin, directly looking in his eyes. With one simple tug from Mu Qing, he removed his hand from Feng Xin’s and used both of his hands to now cup Feng Xin’s face. Forcing their lips to collide.
Mu Qing was pleased with how things turned out. How in the world could he have ever guessed that Feng Xin could ever like him back? How was it that he only ever thought Feng Xin hated his guts and wished him dead? He had thought Feng Xin wanted Mu Qing gone for how much trouble he caused and how much they argued. To argue with Feng Xin was the only way to get his attention and Mu Qing was quite good at provoking him too, he knew how to yank Feng Xin’s chain, pissing him off. He had always watched Feng Xin and if he like Mu Qing back then why had he never smiled at him and why did he never show any signs of affection toward him at all. Only aggression and anger laced his voice every time they talked to each other. Leading Mu Qing to think Feng Xin never liked him and maybe thought he had liked Xie Lian instead.
Mu Qing was aggressively and hungerly kissing Feng Xin, who had taken a step back from Mu Qing throwing himself at him. He had longed for this flavor, the sweet taste of Feng Xin’s lips. Mu Qing licked at Feng Xin’s lips as if asking for entry. Feng Xin allowed Mu Qing’s tongue through his lips and let it explore his mouth freely. Feng Xin didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he lightly placed them on Mu Qing’s waist. This kiss was only getting deeper, saliva escaping from the corners of their mouths in a hungry battle of tongues.
When Mu Qing left Feng Xin’s lips, he was staring at Feng Xin. Feng Xin’s face was blushing a peach color and his lips already swollen.
“I always hated it when you smiled at his highness and never at me. I want to call you mine!”
Mu Qing crashed their lips together again still as aggressive but more lovingly than before and Mu Qing’s hand where sliding into Feng Xin’s robes, running his hands all over his chest just to find his nipple and used his thumb to toy at that little round thing on his chest. A moan escaped Feng Xin’s throat and Feng Xin could feel Mu Qing’s lips curve upward at the embarrassing sound he had just made. Feng Xin was blushing as red as he can, loving the attention Mu Qing was giving him, his pulse rising as he felt his body heat up with every touch of Mu Qing’s callused fingertips brush against his ever heating skin.
Their lips barely parted this entire time, only for gasps of air. Mu Qing’s hands where mapping Feng Xin’s body, learning all the ins and outs of the toned muscles on his torso. While Feng Xin’s hands stayed stationary on Mu Qing’s waist, focusing on their tongues rotating around one another.
At some point Feng Xin was pushed against a tree trunk, leaning into it by the weight of Mu Qing on him.
When they separated Mu Qing smiled coyly at him, a fire burning in his eyes that Feng Xin had seen before but not quite this intense as when they fight. If Feng Xin wasn’t in this position with Mu Qing on him, he would have thought this look was going to take him over in battle. Feng Xin wasn’t sure why he was making this face then suddenly, he felt Mu Qing’s hands tugging at his belt, loosening it while letting it fall to the ground.
Feng Xin was shocked, “Mu Qing! Are you sure you want to do that?!”
Mu Qing smiled, giving Feng Xin a seductive glare, “I’ve wanted this since our first fight!”
Feng Xin with half lidded eyes said, “Fuck! We really are the same.”
Once Feng Xin’s pants were fully on the ground, Mu Qing soaked in the sight of Feng Xin’s entire length. Mu Qing looked up at Feng Xin again, “Fuck you’re so big!”
Mu Qing placed his hand on Feng Xin’s member and brought his mouth to his abdomen, kissing around his length while his hand slowly strokes him.
Feng Xin’s cock was hardening real quick, Mu Qing licked the tip tasting a bit of precum. Feng Xin grabbed on to some of Mu Qing’s beautiful long silvery hair in his fist.
Feng Xin called out, “Mu Qing!”
Mu Qing got shivers run down his spin and straight to his dick. That cry was all too sexy and with Feng Xin’s voice hitching on the last sound, Mu Qing almost came at that.
How many times has Mu Qing dreamed of this to happen in real life? This is really happening, he’s with Feng Xin, doing shameless things. Feng Xin has such a nice body; the last time Mu Qing fully saw Feng Xin’s body was when they were still bodyguards of the crown prince and after training, they would go bathe together. It was a public bath after all, not really anything they could do about it anyway. But the hard part was trying not to think about Feng Xin’s toned hard muscles and how it would feel under his fingers.
Mu Qing looked up at Feng Xin, wanting to see the expression he would make the moment he put his length in his watering mouth. Feng Xin threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hand trying not to let moans escape from those delicious lips. They were still just outside the ghost city after all, there could be people approaching any second. However Mu Qing has amazing hearing so he would be able to tell if anyone should be within the perimeter of where they were.
Just as Mu Qing was starting to get the hang of blowing Feng Xin in the way he likes, a sudden ringing runs through their ears, “Feng Xin? Mu Qing? Where are you two? The fireworks will be starting soon, and the food will be cold.”
It was Xie Lian. Of fucking course Xie Lian would interrupt them. Mu Qing was forced to stop by Feng Xin lightly pulling Mu Qing’s head back.
Feng Xin placed two fingers on his temple and replied, “We will be there shortly your highness.”
Feng Xin saw the disappointment on Mu Qing’s face, hearing him curse under his breath. Feng Xin readjusted his clothing back to its proper state.
“We really should be going…” Even though he himself really didn’t want to and wanted to keep this intimate feeling they had going on.
Mu Qing stood up, clearly chanting sutras to calm his erected penis. Feng Xin simply thought of something different to distract himself.
Once the two calmed down enough, they headed over to a spacious open field with a crowd of people and ghosts spread across this field and happily chatting while enjoying the food provided, made by some of the heaven officials, so it was safe to eat.
Just before they made themselves known to the others; Mu Qing quickly looked around making sure no one was around to see them. He then pulled at Feng Xin’s collar and tugged him in for a quick but deep kiss. Once he released Feng Xin Mu Qing leisurely trotted over to where Xie Lian along with Hua Cheng were sitting. And they already had two extra plates filled with food for the two of them. Mu Qing also saw that Xie Lian had some new marks on his neck and he could guess why, but Mu Qing couldn’t wait to do that to Feng Xin too. Feng Xin tried to hide the peachy blush on his face as best he could then joined the others to enjoy the bright and sparkling fireworks.
While watching the fireworks everyone would be distracted with that, so Mu Qing slid his hand over Feng Xin’s while watching the fireworks. His fingers interlocking with Mu Qing’s, Feng Xin had that peachy blush appear again when glancing at Mu Qing. Mu Qing knew if he tried to kiss him again someone would see and so he only gave Feng Xin a smirk and looked back to the dazzling lights high in the sky, lighting their faces with every kaboom.
After they returned back to the heavens, Mu Qing and Feng Xin separated and headed to their own palaces. If they started acting all close now people would think the world is about to end. So they decided on acting like they still hate each other in the eye of the public but all the while in their own time by themselves they would be very close.
The only one who could tell something was different was Xie Lian himself and of course he wouldn’t go around telling others, so they didn’t really have any worries over that, after all he had Hua Cheng so in a way, they were similar. Oh how Mu Qing wishes he could tell everyone that Feng Xin was his but, in all honesty, people thought that they only had time for each other anyway by the way they fight almost every day, they didn’t have time to even think about anyone else. But they so far haven’t given anything away yet. Xie Lian had other things to care about rather than how they act now.
Mu Qing just happen to be passing by the palace of Nan Yang. Luckily Mu Qing didn’t see anyone around and so he went up to the doors of Feng Xin’s palace. Should he knock or should he just go in? Mu Qing just barged in anyway regardless. Feng Xin was meditating in the back and flinched when those doors slammed open. Looking up to see it was Mu Qing, Feng Xin’s sweet peachy blush could be seen lightly.
Mu Qing had been thinking about how Feng Xin has a son and maybe even a wife and it was bothering him even more then it did when he found out. Feng Xin might have said he wanted Mu Qing, but he wasn’t sure if maybe just maybe he still was thinking about her. She did have similar delicate looking skin as Mu Qing does, so what if Feng Xin is just using him. What if he was her replacement? This thought had crossed his mind earlier that night and, in the morning, he was agonizing over the thought and had to come confirm with Feng Xin on his feelings. He didn’t want this to be some half assed relationship. Mu Qing wanted this to be real, a real love with Feng Xin.
Mu Qing looked pissed but still lightened his brows, so they weren’t so furrowed as usual in the presence of Feng Xin compared to being in front of others.
Feng Xin stood up and closed the wide doors of his palace to give them some privacy. Based on the look on Mu Qing’s face, he could tell he wanted to talk.
Mu Qing took in a deep breath of the incents of the room, they smelled nice just like Feng Xin does. He exhaled, “Feng Xin, I want to ask you, do you… still like Jian Lan?”
Feng Xin’s face fell, brows knitted tightly. He didn’t respond, and silence lingered in the air. Mu Qing knitted his brows as far as they could go, he sensed the pause was the indication of “yes I do” which pissed Mu Qing off so much.
He quickly ran up to Feng Xin and grabbed his collar, now using a raised voice, “WHAT THE FUCK! So you do still like her!?”
Feng Xin used his hand to grab at the hand at his collar, “I DON’T LIKE HER!”
“Then why the hell didn’t you say it faster? Why the fucking hesitation?”
Feng Xin avoided Mu Qing’s icy glare, “I-I…”
Feng Xin gritted his teeth, blushing a hard-red tone spreading from ear to ear, “O-one day I found myself interested in her because… because she reminded me of you. She has your blue eyes and jade white skin… I couldn’t help but think that you never liked me or could ever fucking like me. So of course I accepted her when she asked me!”
Mu Qing was frozen. Feng Xin had thought she was similar to him? Not the other way around. Mu Qing found his lips lightly curving upwards, but Feng Xin continued speaking.
“Even though I have a son it does not mean I’ll abandon them. I will still help them as much as I can, this is still my stupid asses fault and I regret it. But I wanted you too much to ignore her, thoughts of you ran through my fucking head all the time and she just happen to remind me of you! But I never wanted you any less.”
Mu Qing couldn’t wait any longer and mashed their lips together. Teeth clanked against teeth, Mu Qing licked at his teeth, going over the sharp canines that lightly pricked Mu Qing’s tongue. Feng Xin was melting in the kiss, letting Mu Qing go all over his mouth. Mu Qing bit at his lips drawing blood. That taste was familiar, based on their fight before, whenever one got punched in the mouth and started bleeding because of it.
Feng Xin’s eyes were half lidded and Mu Qing tightly closing his eyes, digging his tongue deeper in Feng Xin’s mouth. Their tongues were fighting for dominance, aggressively and heated. Their bodies heated up as well, needing the touch of the other.
Mu Qing’s hands scoped out Feng Xin’s body remapping the places he likes. Feng Xin gave up in the tongue twister due to his body going weak by Mu Qing’s wondering hands. His nipples were already hard, and Mu Qing ran kisses down his throat sucking and leaving bite marks all along his neck.
Lowering his head to his open robes, kissing at his collar bone and down to his nipples. Biting it gently but hard enough to have Feng Xin release a moan, sweet to Mu Qing’s ears. Rounding his tongue on his nipple a couple of times before moving on to the other one that wasn’t as red as the other and it needed attention too. His teeth brushing against that hardened nipple as his other hand thumbing the other.
Feng Xin was enjoying this all too much and was moaning with every bite Mu Qing gave him. Mu Qing Suddenly picked Feng Xin up, groaning when he did. He had Feng Xin guide him to the bedroom while giving kisses in between Feng Xin’s directions.
When in the bedroom, Mu Qing gently put Feng Xin down on the edge of the bed. He was leaning into Feng Xin, deepening the kiss, making Feng Xin lean back against the bed sheets, propped up on his elbows. Their hands interlocking with each other, Feng Xin closed his eyes loving this intimate feeling. Loving Mu Qing’s mouth on his. Loving that they don’t have to fight anymore or at least until they get in bed.
Mu Qing bit at his lips again, watching Feng Xin’s reaction and it was priceless, the way Feng Xin moaned was just for him caused by him. Feng Xin knew about Mu Qing’s pride and personally he wanted Mu Qing to top him. But all at the same time wanting to see what Mu Qing would look like under him but that was for a later time, after they had gotten more comfortable with this new form of fighting.
Mu Qing started to remove his own robes before getting the to the robes on Feng Xin that were blocking his way. Feng Xin could only remove the upper part of his robes; he’ll need the help of Mu Qing to remove the rest. Mu Qing lifted Feng Xin to remove the rest of his clothing. Still kissing him while all the clothing was being tossed around.
They shifted more toward the center on the bed, Mu Qing was lowering his head, down Feng Xin’s chest. Feng Xin was biting at his own lips, trying to contain the moans he didn’t want the other to hear.
Mu Qing asked, “How’s this? Is this good?”
Feng Xin stuttered, “Y-yeah. Real good.”
Mu Qing continued licking all around Feng Xin’s body. Back to his nipples but quickly bypassed them to go lower than that. Feng Xin’s member was hard and standing tall, waiting for Mu Qing’s touch. Mu Qing gently placed a hand on it, seeing that Feng Xin was begging, “Please!” Mu Qing let his hands stroke his length.
Feng Xin said in a shuddering voice, “T-there’s oil… ah in that table.”
Mu Qing leaned over and opened it to see that there was quite a few different oils and some toys. Mu Qing was impressed he has such a collection of this kind of stuff. Mu Qing took the one closest within his reach. Popping the cork off and lathering his fingers. Feng Xin wrapped his legs around Mu Qing while Mu Qing teased at the puckered muscle. Feng Xin was looking down at Mu Qing, “Just do it!”
Mu Qing slid one finger in and felt the warm wetness clench around him. Feng Xin moaned with pleasure fulling his body. Moving his finger in and out, feeling Feng Xin’s hole tighten and loosen. Mu Qing licked his lips, starting at Feng Xin like he’s a meal on a platter just for him.
Feng Xin spoke with moans leaving his throat, “Ahhh, put two fingers in! ah”
Mu Qing obeyed and slipped another finger in that reddened hole of his. Mu Qing felt Feng Xin’s feet curl up tightening around him.
Mu Qing asked, “Should I go harder?”
Feng Xin nodded, “Yes!”
Mu Qing wiggled his fingers while thrusting them in deeper and faster. Mu Qing’s dick was throbbing, he really wanted to be inside of Feng Xin, but he thought he might hurt him, so he was restraining himself. He needed to prepare him carefully, even if his dick was aching for Feng Xin’s body.
Feng Xin was letting more moans out, Mu Qing was stroking his own member now, biting his lip, trying to control himself. This was beautiful, Feng Xin moaning in pleasure under him but that wasn’t even the beginning. His dick wasn’t even in him yet and the face Feng Xin was making was making it difficult to not come from that erotic look. The way he was tilted his head back, the way he called Mu Qing’s name. All this was his now, Mu Qing smiled being pleased with how well he was doing even though this is Mu Qing’s first time. That didn’t matter too much, he dreamed too many times to not guess how this is done.
Feng Xin cried, “Mu Qing! Put it in please! I want it! Mu Qing, I want you!”
His hips were rocking rougher on Mu Qing’s hand, trying to get as much of his fingers in him as possible. When he stopped, Feng Xin looked down again to see Mu Qing was lining himself up with Feng Xin’s begging hole. Seeing how decently big Mu Qing was, Feng Xin was both excited and a bit worried. This is his first time taking it this way and couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.
Feng Xin pleaded, “Please be gentle, put a good amount of oil on. I didn’t think you would be this big.”
Mu Qing said with a smirk, “We are very fucking similar after all!”
Feng Xin laughed, “That we are.”
After lathering a good amount of oil on his member, Mu Qing shifted himself better and took Feng Xin’s thighs in his hands to get a better position. Once his dick was in Feng Xin could see stars. This was amazing even though it hurt in some ways the pleasure overtook the pain.
Mu Qing asked, “Fuck so good! How are you doing?”
Feng Xin took a second to reply, “F-fine. Ahhh. You can start moving but go slow!”
Feng Xin gripped the bed sheets in one hand and moved his over hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. Mu Qing was indeed moving slow but how long would that last? Clearly not long at all before he quickened his pace, leaving Feng Xin to bite down on his fingers so hard that they started bleeding a little.
“FUCK! Mu Qing! AHHH. I SAID SLOW YOU IDIOT!”
Mu Qing suddenly slowed down again, he shifted their position so Feng Xin was sitting on him and he could see his face better as he fucked him. Mu Qing collided their lips, soaking in the moans Feng Xin gave out. Feng Xin dug his nails into Mu Qing’s back, leaving crescent marks.
Suddenly Feng Xin pushed Mu Qing back, placing his hand on his chest, “WAIT!”
Mu Qing stopped what he was doing, “What?! Did I hurt you??”
Feng Xin quickly said, “No, I’m fine. I just realized about your cultivation. Doesn’t it require abstinence??? Would stopping now still work?”
Mu Qing smiled and leaned his head on Feng Xin’s shoulder, “Don’t worry. I’ve been cultivating two paths ever since I met you, just in case this would ever happen.”
Mu Qing nuzzled his face in the crook of Feng Xin’s neck, planting kisses on it.
Feng Xin’s sudden panic was calmed instantly, feeling relaxed that he didn’t just ruin Mu Qing’s cultivation. Feng Xin placed his hands on Mu Qing’s face, pulling him up for their lips to press against each other lovingly. Feng Xin was way more gently in this field then Mu Qing would think. The way Feng Xin acts makes him think he would be aggressively dominate in bed but he seems to be quite gentle and caring for the other. A sudden jealousy coursed through Mu Qing’s veins, had Feng Xin been this sweet and caring to Jian Lan?
Mu Qing slowly rocked his hips again, wanting to get back to fucking Feng Xin. Feng Xin held on to Mu Qing tightly, back to digging his nails in Mu Qing’s back. Feng Xin sank his teeth into Mu Qing’s jade skin to help prevent more moans coming out.
Mu Qing stopped moving again, “Can I tie your wrists?”
Feng Xin was shocked he wanted to try something like this so soon, “Um sure, but I don’t have anything we could use.”
Mu Qing laid Feng Xin back into some pillows and untied his hair ribbon, letting his luxuriously silver hair fall upon his shoulders and hang at his sides. Feng Xin was enticed by the beauty Mu Qing has. How in the world can someone so gorgeous be so rude sometimes and so angry? Feng Xin will never know. But he loves him all the same.
Mu Qing leaned over Feng Xin to tie his wrists together and tied it quite tight so Feng Xin couldn’t escape. But he is a martial god after all so this cloth was really just for fun and the pleasure of being tied down. Mu Qing knew this but enjoyed the look of Feng Xin being under him like this.
Mu Qing reentered Feng Xin and somehow Feng Xin felt it more than the first time. Moaning with his cute and sexy voice. Mu Qing started slow, knowing Feng Xin didn’t like the speed early on. Mu Qing continued thrusting as his hands wondered across Feng Xin’s torso again. Mu Qing saw that Feng Xin was blushing more than he thought he could.
Mu Qing asked, “Is this alright?”
Feng Xin nodded, “Y-yes.”
Mu Qing slowly picked up the pace, watching carefully of any discomfort on Feng Xin’s face. But there wasn’t any discomfort just pleasure. Mu Qing kept this pace for a good while before speeding up again, still looking for anything concerning in Feng Xin’s face.
Feng Xin cried, “Mu Qing! Harder! Ahhhh~”
Mu Qing obliged and went harder, letting out some of his own moans. Feng Xin thought it was cute the way he moaned, showing the pleasure he was having and how Feng Xin pleased him.
Mu Qing was close, looking at Feng Xin, he was close too.
Mu Qing asked, “C-can I cum inside?”
Feng Xin was bucking his hips roughly, “Go ahead! I’m close too!”
Just as Mu Qing came inside, feeling the warm liquid flow within his body, filling him up with Mu Qing’s seed, Feng Xin also came. Letting the come flow from his member onto his own abdomen. This was Mu Qing’s first orgasm and there was quite a bit of come still leaking out. Feng Xin saw stars floating around him in pure ecstasy.
When they both finished their orgasm, Mu Qing removed his length from Feng Xin, releasing the thing keeping the come inside, letting it spill out from Feng Xin’s worn out hole. Feng Xin suddenly felt super embarrassed by this and sat up, using his hands to cover his lower parts.
“DON’T LOOK!”
Mu Qing smiled, “Let me clean you up some.”
Mu Qing united Feng Xin’s wrists and leaned down to his abdomen. Mu Qing started lapping up the come that cover Feng Xin’s body. Feng Xin blushed again, running his fingers through Mu Qing’s long hair. When he was done cleaning up, he sat up staring into the other’s eyes. Feng Xin leaned in and gave Mu Qing a tender kiss, both of their lips were swollen from all the kissing and even stung some. None the less they still kissed, holding each other.
Mu Qing said smirking, “Let’s actually clean up now. Can you stand? Want me to carry you?"
Feng Xin did try to stand but his legs gave out and he fell into Mu Qing’s arms. His face suddenly flushed redder then when Mu Qing was licking up the come. Feng Xin felt some warm liquid run down his thighs; it was Mu Qing’s come falling out from his ass.
Feng Xin quickly directed him to the bath he had. When they got there Feng Xin was directed to sit while Mu Qing was wiping him down. Cleaning his body while enjoying the sight of red marks glistening on Feng Xin’s skin. They both went in the bath and Mu Qing was holding Feng Xin like they have been together for years now.
Feng Xin asked, “Next time do you think I could top you?”
Mu Qing rolled his eyes, “If you beat me in a fight, then yes you can.”
Feng Xin leaned against his chest and laughed, “You know I fucking will beat your ass!”