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It’s only a matter of time before Feng Xin is going to snap.
He’s never been a patient person, never had much self control, and this is something everybody knows about him but Mu Qing seems determined to see how far he can push anyways.
In the last few weeks, Feng Xin’s roommate had started finding small ways to tease and distract him. Wearing tight shirts that leave nothing to the imagination, smoking eyeliner under his eyes the way he knows Feng Xin likes, walking around in shorts underneath a baggy sweater so that his long slender legs are on full display, anything he can find that makes Feng Xin pause and stare.
And right now, while Feng Xin is standing in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal going soggy in front of him, Mu Qing walks out from the hallway in a shirt cropped short enough that the bottom of his ribs are peeking out and jeans with large rips that expose just enough of his thighs to be enticing.
His arms are stretched over his head as he ties his hair up and Feng Xin’s eyes are glued to his midriff where the shirt rises even more with the action.
Mu Qing knows he has eyes on him when he approaches the fridge and Feng Xin swears when he bends down he makes an effort to arch his back while grabbing for the cold brew and his grip on his spoon is suddenly so tight that the metal is starting to dent.
When he stands back up again, he even looks over his shoulder to make sure that Feng Xin is watching him and Feng Xin is seriously going to lose his mind.
The cereal has completely dissolved into the milk at this point so Feng Xin finally drops the spoon he was strangling in his fist into the bowl with a clatter as he moves to dump it down the sink, resisting the intrusive thought he suddenly has about grabbing Mu Qing by the waist where his skin is on display that makes his ears start to feel hot.
He shouldn’t feel this way about his roommate, he doesn’t like him like that, but Feng Xin can’t ignore how attractive he is, especially now when he’s going out of his way to drive Feng Xin crazy, god knows why , but it’s working almost too well with how often he finds himself spacing out and imagining the way Mu Qing’s milky skin would feel under his hands and what kind of noises he would make when-
Fuck.
Feng Xin drops the bowl in the sink loudly and turns to face Mu Qing with his arms crossed.
“What’s the point of this?”
Mu Qing closes the lid on the creamer before looking up and meeting his eyes, expression as cold and nonchalant as ever. “Of what?”
There’s no doubt in Feng Xin’s mind that Mu Qing knows what he’s talking about and he huffs out a laugh. “You know what you’re doing, so why? There’s no way you’re not scheming something with how often you’ve been trying to distract me.”
Mu Qing’s brow arches slightly when Feng Xin says ‘trying’ but schools his expression to avoid giving anything away.
“Why would I bother doing all of that?” He responds, going back to making his drink. “Maybe you’re just looking into it too hard.”
His silky black hair falls over his shoulder when he shakes his head and Feng Xin swallows hard at the way his hand itches to reach out and pull it so Mu Qing will look him in the eye.
In the few seconds it takes Feng Xin to articulate his thoughts Mu Qing finishes making his drink and hops up onto the counter and Feng Xin does his best not to stare where his thighs are showing in his torn jeans.
“You want something.” Feng Xin states, watching closely for any sort of reaction from his roommate, deeming it safe to continue when nothing happens. “From me.” He adds.
Mu Qing stares back at him for a moment while he takes a long sip of his drink, and Feng Xin definitely doesn’t stare at the way his pink lips wrap around the metal straw.
“And what if I did?” He asks flatly.
Of course, he won’t openly say what he wants, Mu Qing doesn’t do that, so Feng Xin has gotten very good at learning to read him over the years and he freezes at the sudden realization.
He figured at first that Mu Qing’s plan was to catch him off guard and get on his ass for being a creep, but now that Feng Xin really thinks about it, it seems more like…
Deciding to say fuck all to the possible consequences, Feng Xin takes a chance and cages Mu Qing in against the counter with both arms framing his body.
Their faces are so close together that Feng Xin can feel the startled exhale from Mu Qing against his lips, and he holds eye contact as he lifts his right hand to rest it firmly over one of the other man’s exposed thighs.
Mu Qing’s throat bobs as he swallows when Feng Xin lowers his head to brush his lips against his roommate's ear.
“Is this what you wanted?” Feng Xin asks slowly, fingertips digging into the warm skin under his hand at the way Mu Qing shudders when his hot breath hits his ear. “For me to touch you?”
When he doesn’t answer Feng Xin leans back and lets go of his leg to grip his jaw and tug his head up sharply. “Answer me.” He demands. “Was all of that just so you could test my patience until I got sick of your teasing and did this?”
“What makes you think-“
The grip on his jaw tightens and Mu Qing does his best to glare despite the obvious desire swimming around in his eyes. “Hurry up and do it before I-“
Feng Xin’s lips are pressing against his hard before he can finish his sentence and his words get swallowed up immediately by the bruising kiss.
His hands are gripping Mu Qing’s waist and pulling him close while their lips slide together messily, intense and hungry in a way that has his knees shaking against the edge of the counter as he blindly tries to set his glass off to the side so he can reach his arms up and latch onto Feng Xin’s shirt collar.
The feeling of teeth nipping against his bottom lip has Feng Xin groaning lowly in the back of his throat and he feels the last threads of his patience finally break as he forces Mu Qing’s lips open with his tongue and starts licking around the inside of his mouth with fervor.
Mu Qing releases a shuddering breath and weakly tries shoving at Feng Xin’s shoulders before giving up and happily letting his tongue explore while his hands slide into the hair at the back of the other man’s neck, and Feng Xin is vaguely aware of the way he’s already hardening in his pants at the submissive action, hands tightening on his roommates hips enough that Mu Qing squirms and whimpers into his mouth.
Their lips part with a loud, wet smack when Feng Xin starts trailing hot open mouthed kisses against his jaw and down his neck, breath fanning out over his skin.
Mu Qing sighs and tilts his head back to give Feng Xin more room to work as he starts sucking marks along the sensitive area, and when he sucks at one particular area right underneath his left ear Mu Qing moans so he does it again and again until Mu Qing’s pale skin is scattered with bruises and he’s panting and pulling at Feng Xin’s hair.
“What do you want?” Feng Xin asks against his lips after moving his head back up, heat sparking in his gut at Mu Qing’s flushed face and slightly glazed eyes.
Mu Qing bites his lip instead of responding, so Feng Xin pulls their hips flush together and asks again. “What do you want, A-Qing?”
Mu Qing gasps, fingers tightening in Feng Xin’s hair again as his hard cock brushes against the other man’s hip.
“Touch me,” He says softly. And then, a bit louder, more demanding. “I want you to touch me.”
“Say please.”
Mu Qing glowers at him. “No, just shut up and touch me-“
“Mu Qing,” There’s warning in the tone of his voice that tells Mu Qing he’ll step back and walk away if he doesn’t listen, and he scoffs indignantly but it turns into a low moan when Feng Xin leans forward and bites the junction between his neck and shoulder.
Feng Xin feels desire start to cloud his brain as he pulls back after licking the mark his teeth left and whatever Mu Qing sees on his face must be evidence of how badly he wants to press him down and wreck him because he gives in with a breathy whine, “Please.”
He has his hands under Mu Qing’s legs and is lifting him off of the counter to carry him to his bedroom an instant later and Mu Qing scrambles to tighten his legs around Feng Xin’s waist at the sudden movement, stifling a groan at the way their hips rock together with each step and he feels the hardness of Feng Xin’s cock against his own.
Feng Xin drops him onto his bed once they reach his room before crawling over him and gripping Mu Qing’s wrists together with one hand above his head while the other grabs his jaw with force, bodies flush against each other so tightly that it sends Mu Qing’s head spinning.
“I bet you’ve been wanting this forever, to be desperate enough to go through all that work to seduce me.” Feng Xin says with a smirk, pupils blown out with want as he stares at the man splayed out beneath him.
He tries to turn his head away, but Feng Xin tightens his grip and keeps it in place. “How many times have you touched yourself to the thought of this, huh?”
Feng Xin’s hand releases his jaw and trails downwards to drag fingertips against the hardness Mu Qing’s his pants in a fleeting manner before it slips under the open part of his jeans and presses against his bare inner thigh as he goes on.
“How long have you wanted me to pin you down like this, to take control of you and use you?” Mu Qing’s breath stutters on a moan and Feng Xin smirks as he finally presses his hand against his roommate's cock and palms it through the fabric and the sudden friction has Mu Qing’s back arching.
“Feng Xin,” He gasps. “Shut up. Stop talking.”
The hand against him unbuttons his pants with ease and reaches in to wrap around his cock and Feng Xin groans when he feels how hard and wet Mu Qing already is. He starts moving his fist slowly, eyes trained on the way Mu Qing’s eyes squeeze shut with a drawn out moan. “Shit,” Feng Xin whispers, taking in the sight of the man below him.
“Look at you,” He says in a velvety voice as Mu Qing writhes beneath his hand before lowering it a few octaves and dipping down to his ear. “Such a slut for me.”
Mu Qing’s keens and yanks his hands out of the grip Feng Xin has them in so he can his bunch his shirt up under them as he comes, panting harshly with high pitched gasps as he releases into Feng Xin’s hand, hips stuttering and unabashed moans filling the air.
Feng Xin stares hungrily while working him through his release, using his now free hand to press against his side and slip underneath of Mu Qing’s shirt while he catches his breath and comes to.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He’s tugging Mu Qing’s shirt over his head and peeling his pants off as soon as he opens his eyes again before following with his own and leaning over to grab the bottle of lube he keeps under his mattress but before he can turn back to Mu Qing his underwear is yanked down and a searing wet heat envelopes his cock.
“Mu Qing,” He moans harshly, looking down to see his roommate staring back up at him lustfully with his mouth half full of his manhood and he knows he’s gonna see this behind his eyelids every time he blinks because oh my god-
Mu Qing slides his cock out to suck on the tip and Feng Xin hisses, tangling his hands in Mu Qing’s ponytail as he suppresses the urge to rut into his mouth.
He releases Feng Xin with a pop before immediately surging down again and this time taking his cock all the way down until it hits the back of his throat, which is impressive considering the size of it, and Feng Xin all but shouts at the way Mu Qing’s throat flexes against the head when he swallows.
“Fuck!” He grunts out, tightening his hand in Mu Qing’s hair. “You look so good like this.”
Mu Qing moans around his cock as Feng Xin starts shallowly fucking his mouth. The vibrations of it send a spark of electricity down his spine and into his groin as he thrusts into the warmth.
“A-Qing,” He grunts, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way Mu Qing shudders and sucks harder. “You look so perfect with your mouth full of my cock. So good for me.” He groans out.
Mu Qing’s dick, which is already hard again, twitches against his stomach and he does his best to whimper against the cock in his mouth.
Feng Xin yanks his head off hurriedly, panting as he feels himself fall away from the edge of an orgasm he was suddenly much too close to.
He looks up in time to see Mu Qing lick his glossy lips and Feng Xin is instantly pressing him down into the sheets again and licking into his mouth desperately while he fumbles to open the lube and swiftly coats his fingers in it.
When his hand dips down and his finger presses against the puckered hole Mu Qing snaps his eyes open and sucks in a breath, breaking the heated kiss. He already looks thoroughly wrecked as Feng Xin rubs small circles over it, eyes glazed over with want and pink lips parted in a perfect ‘o’.
He slips his finger into the first knuckle as soon as Mu Qing relaxes enough and the dark haired man grips Feng Xin’s shoulders with a gasp as he starts to push the digit in all the way and slowly move it in and out.
“Feng Xin- H-ah- Hurry up,” He hisses when Feng Xin slips in a second finger and starts scissoring him open.
Feng Xin grins and starts curling his fingers up in search of something. “So needy, A-Qing.”
He knows he finds what he’s looking for when Mu Qing suddenly arches up and cries out and he doesn’t relent, sliding his fingers out and pressing them back up in the same spot over and over again until he’s three digits in and Mu Qing is thrashing his legs and gripping the sheets with white knuckles.
“Feng Xin- Ngh!” He gasps. “Hurry up- Ahh- Fuck me!”
His voice is laced with so much need that Feng Xin is slipping his fingers out and coating his cock in lube without another word, biting his lip against the groan as he slides his wet fist over himself before settling back between Mu Qing’s legs and hooking them over his shoulders.
Mu Qing looks utterly debauched, flushed with his chest heaving up and down, spread wide open for Feng Xin and Feng Xin alone, nobody else.
The thought makes him shudder as he lines himself up with Mu Qing’s hole, resting the sensitive slit right over the skin but not pushing in yet.
Mu Qing, however, does not have any more patience and uses his legs to push Feng Xin forward just enough that the head slips in and both of them groan in unison
“Mu Qing- Fuck,” Feng Xin hisses out, starting to slide further in when he doesn’t detect any signs of discomfort on the other man’s face.
His thighs are already shaking by the time Feng Xin bottoms out, and Mu Qing is so damn tight against his cock that he has to close his eyes and will himself not to come right then and there before he can even move.
Mu Qing isn’t doing much better, dripping precome onto his stomach as he stares up at Feng Xin through lidded eyes.
Finally, after a few more breaths, Feng Xin slides out a bit and thrusts back in, starting slow and shallow because he knows it’s the opposite of what Mu Qing wants.
As expected, Mu Qing glares at him. “Feng Xin-“
He cuts himself off with a choked moan when Feng Xin pulls all the way out and slams back in, repeating the motion until he finds a steady rhythm while Mu Qing moans loudly beneath him.
Watching his roommate like this, seeing the way his hole greedily devours his cock, is making him feel feral and he starts angling his hips until he finds Mu Qing’s prostate and the other man moans brokenly and arches up off the bed.
Feng Xin abuses the spot and starts quickening his pace when Mu Qing’s legs tremble at the sudden onslaught of white hot pleasure building up in his stomach.
“Fuck, you take my cock so good.” Feng Xin says breathily, reaching down to pinch one of Mu Qing’s pink nipples which has him squeezing his eyes shut and releases a wanton moan that goes straight to Feng Xin’s dick. He starts pumping his hips faster, the sound of their skin slapping together is loud in the otherwise silent room and the bed frame knocks against the wall with the force of it.
“Shut-Hnh- Shut up-“ Mu Qing gasps out between moans, words slurring together as he loses himself to the feeling of Feng Xin pounding into him, squirming against the sheets as every inch of his skin feels like it’s on fire.
“A-Qing,” Feng Xin coos, doing the exact opposite of shutting up. “You were made for my cock, look at the way you swallow me up.”
Mu Qing bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop the shout that almost escapes his throat so Feng Xin leans down to kiss him sloppily. “Taking me so well, you’re like my own personal cocksleeve.” He says between kisses, and the desperate moan that leaves Mu Qing’s throat has his hips stuttering as the pleasure starts building up again.
“Feng Xin-“ Mu Qing whines, nails dragging down Feng Xin’s back, leaving red marks in their path. “Please, Feng Xin-“
“What?” He growls. “Want me to fill you up with my come? Make you mine so no one else can have you like this?“
“A-Xin!” Mu Qing comes a second time with a strangled moan of his name and before Feng Xin can even process it he’s spilling his seed into Mu Qing and coming harder than he ever has in his life, vision going white and ears ringing at the intensity of it hitting him.
When he comes down, Mu Qing is trembling and panting beneath him, stomach splattered in his own release, and Feng Xin trails his eyes over Mu Qing’s flushed, sweaty body as he catches his breath.
Then it hits him, and groans in embarrassment and burries his face in Mu Qing’s knees as he realizes how hard and fast he just came from hearing his stupid name come out of Mu Qing’s mouth like that.
Mu Qing hisses when Feng Xin’s softening cock slips out of him and and his release starts to drip out of him, but Feng Xin is quick to scoop it up with two fingers and press it back up. A throaty moan comes from Mu Qing and he tries to squirm away from the feeling, far too sensitive from being fucked within an inch of his life, so Feng Xin takes pity on him and takes his fingers out.
When he walks off to get a rag to clean them off with and comes back, Mu Qing is just finally recovering enough to sit up and Feng Xin kneels on the edge of the bed to reach over and wipe the cooling seed off of the other man’s stomach.
Mu Qing flushes and looks away when he wipes down his thighs and Feng Xin tries his best not to smile, folding the cloth up and tossing it into his laundry bin before climbing fully onto the bed and scooping Mu Qing into his arms as he lays down.
He has to dodge the hand that comes at his face as Mu Qing squawks and tries to push away from the embrace, but he still feels so weak and boneless that it’s fruitless and he ends up tucked tightly in Feng Xin’s chest with his head under his chin.
They lay in silence for a short while before Feng Xin speaks up.
“You should’ve just asked.”
It takes a second for Mu Qing’s brain to catch up, but when it does he clicks his tongue and frowns. “What, you’d really have just done it if i asked?” He says disbelievingly.
“Yes?” Feng Xin almost sounds confused, and Mu Qing pushes away from his body to gawk at him.
“Mu Qing, why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so- Just shut up.”
Feng Xin laughs and pulls him back into his arms, feeling more sated and happy than he has in a while with his grumpy roommate tucked safely in his embrace.