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Mu Qing liked wearing lace and silk panties almost on a daily basis. He liked how sexy they made him feel and knowing he was wearing such a piece of underwear without other people knowing made his head spin a little in excitement. He had quite a collection on the last drawer of his nightstand, just below where he stored his sex toys, lube and condoms.
He didn’t have a boyfriend, didn’t need one either… or maybe it was because all he could think of was his stupid, annoying flatmate, Feng Xin. They were sharing an apartment with their best friend Xie Lian, because they found a quite big flat, with three bedrooms, and a living room on top of a fully equipped kitchen. And because being a college student sucks, money is always tight and Xie Lian wanted to share his house with his two best friends of course, uncaring of the fact that these two best friends of his couldn’t stand each other.
Aside from rent and bills, they also shared meals, in particular dinner. Xie Lian liked dabbling in the kitchen, so he often tried to prepare supper for the three of them — the results were as random as rolling a dice, sometimes the food was edible, sometimes Feng Xin and Mu Qing secretly thought that he was trying to poison them, were it not for the fact that he dearly loved the duo. So more often than not, in order to save their stomaches and avoid dying, Mu Qing was the one cooking for all of them — and refraining from spitting in Feng Xin’s plate (as for Feng Xin, he could cook for shit and would eat pizza or a sandwich every day, so Xie Lian and Mu Qing offered to share their meals, because deep down, even Mu Qing cared for him).
Truth to be told, Feng Xin and Mu Qing tried their best to be civil with each other when they were together with Xie Lian, ending up bickering most of the time — like an old married couple, Xie Lian would think, but he didn’t dare say it out loud — and avoiding the other whenever possible.
Living together was going just fine, sharing classes, meals and some evenings in front of the TV together, and spending their little free time as far from each other as possible, even though none of them had many friends aside from the other two — not that Feng Xin and Mu Qing considered each other friends, of course.
So each Friday Mu Qing was a hundred percent sure to have the flat all for himself till dinner: Xie Lian was busy with his part-time job and Feng Xin was at the gym. During those hours before starting to prepare dinner, Mu Qing liked to pamper himself, and most of the times, it involved letting his sexy panties slid down his legs and bouncing on a very big dildo. He loved being so stretched it was hard to breathe, feeling it hitting his insides at every push, thinking of that person that was so naturally gifted.
He would never admit, not even under torture, that maybe, maybe, he had a crush on his enemy, and he would never admit that he had secretly dreamed of being torn opened by his enormous cock since the day he found out.
Mu Qing and Xie Lian sometimes showered together, Mu Qing quite confident about his good looks, Xie Lian just not giving a fuck about being naked around his best friends. Why showering together? Well, they could save water, first of all, which meant lower bills, so less money to spend on that and more for themselves; they could scrub each other’s back; they could share some “bonding time” — as Xie Lian liked to call it — and talk about stuff, share secrets, the usual.
Even though they never openly told each other about their sexual orientations, both Mu Qing and Xie Lian knew the other was gay. As for Feng Xin, they couldn’t quite tell, but they had an inkling that he was straight. He never showered with them, or rather, with Xie Lian — Mu Qing would never ask him to shower together without a good reason… and there was none. They didn’t know why, he just didn’t. He was probably the most loyal person in the whole world, but he didn’t like to share details about his love life or anything private, for the matter.
Once, Xie Lian decided to extend their “bonding time” to Feng Xin and forced his two best friends to go with him to a bath house. Feng Xin, unusually, didn’t protest.
Mu Qing didn’t think about it too carefully. He, indeed, was used to see Xie Lian’s naked body and he didn’t realize Feng Xin would be naked too, and together with them.
In retrospect, Mu Qing thought, Xie Lian just wanted to have a full look at Feng Xin’s nakedness and probably nose into his love life, but of course he would say that “it’s just to become closer, you now, to overcome the barriers between us.” Bullshit. The real motive was to see who was bigger down there.
To confirm Mu Qing’s reasoning, when they were fully naked, Xie Lian first looked at Feng Xin’s cock. His eyes opened wide and his jaw could have fallen on the ground, if he hadn’t caught himself in time. Being so shocked, naturally, he had to comment.
“Wow, you’re really big!”
At those words, Mu Qing’s attention was immediately drawn to the very object of those remarks… And his jaw almost dislocated.
Between his legs, Feng Xin’s public hair was accurately trimmed, showing how good he was at talking care of his image, contrarily to what one might have thought at first glance. His cock, it was quite a sight: even though flaccid, it was remarkably big. It had an inviting vein running on the top and the glans was so well defined. It was definitely not an average cock and who knows when it was erect!
To dissipate any doubt, Xie Lian shamelessly asked: “Does it grow any bigger when you’re hard?”
As if asked about the weather, Feng Xin honestly — and kinda proudly — answered: “Yeah.”
“I’m impressed!” Xie Lian replied, awed. It was difficult to believe that he could grow any bigger — or thicker. “I quite don’t believe you, you have to show me some time.”
Mu Qing, on the other side, hearing Xie Lian saying those words like he was asking to show him a new recipe for baking cookies, was speechless. He knew he was average, but he didn’t really cared about his own bulkiness, he cared more about his partner’s. He liked big cocks, he liked the pain when they slid inside him, he liked how full they made him feel, so without any doubt, he wanted to see how big Feng Xin actually was.
He didn’t have to wait long at all. That very night, after wearing his favorite panties — they were baby pink with black hems on the silk in the front, while the lace pattern on the back had small little circles and ended in forms that resembled a peacock tail — and his comfiest pajamas, he was in the living room, sprawled on the armchair in front of the TV while Xie Lian and Feng Xin were occupying the sofa on his right.
They were mindlessly watching some drama none of them was really interested in, when Xie Lian, out of the blue, said: “What about you show me how big you can get?”
It was rather shameless, but Xie Lian was far beyond that… not that Mu Qing wasn’t as interested.
Feng Xin looked at him silently, then his gaze moved to Mu Qing for a split of a second, just to go back to Xie Lian and nod.
“Okay.”
He started fumbling with his trousers and added: “But you have to show me yours as well.”
Mu Qing wanted to protest and say that he didn’t have anything to do with this, but it would have been lying through his teeth, so he just wordlessly nodded his head while Xie Lian answered for the both of them with a rather enthusiastic “okay”.
Mu Qing didn’t really like the idea of showing his lingerie to Feng Xin, but didn’t have much of a choice. He was afraid Feng Xin would have made fun of him, but Xie Lian looked at him, his gaze warm and reassuring. Xie Lian already knew and didn’t judge him, quite on the contrary, every time he put on some sexy underwear, he used to cover Mu Qing in compliments, telling him he looked beautiful and sexy. Mu Qing knew that those praises were just him being the nice friend he was — even though every single word was pure truth, he didn’t say it just for the sake of it, he really thought each of them, just… he didn’t have any ulterior motive.
Xie Lian’s gaze told him to trust him, that he would have granted for Feng Xin, he was not going to ridicule him, so Mu Qing blindly trusted their friendship.
The three of them lowered their trousers, followed by their underwear, and took out their cocks, starting to touch them and pump them to get hard.
Mu Qing felt quite pressured, his raw hand didn’t give him the right feeling to make him aroused. He didn’t want to be the one who “couldn’t get it up”, it would have been so humiliating, so he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He needed some stimulating mental image.
He pictured himself lying on his bed, silk sheets welcoming him and caressing his smooth skin, his lace panties sliding down his legs, his cock flushed and aching, curled on his stomach, the tip touching the hem of his crop top. In between his buttocks, a big diamond was blinging, the butt plug inside him bumped on his sweet spot at each movement, while his cock was tickled, making him squirm. In his mind, as well as in reality, he grabbed his manhood and pumped, twisting his wrist every now and then, grazing the tip with his thumb, making himself shiver a little.
He was lost in his fantasy, pleasure building up slowly…
“Wow! You’re really huge! I shouldn’t have doubt your words, you have a monster cock!” exclaimed Xie Lian.
Mu Qing opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the topic of Xie Lian’s words: Feng Xin’s cock. It was really impressive and certainly not average. Far from average, it was monstrous, as Xie Lian said. However, Mu Qing didn’t mind one bit, not at all. His mouth started watering as he’d seen his favorite food, the sweetest piece of cake, the most delicious dish in the world. He wouldn’t have minded riding it for a night… or more than one.
“You’re not bad too.” Feng Xin replied to Xie Lian’s previous remark.
That was totally a fake compliment. Mu Qing knew for a fact that Xie Lian was average, like himself. They’d showered together enough times and sure thing had compared their sizes before, just to find out they were more or less equal. Not that they were complaining about it.
Then, Feng Xin’s eyes landed on Mu Qing and he paralyzed. Mu Qing, who’d kept observing him, figured that it wasn’t for his cock size, but, he thought, it could have rather been for the absence of any hair on the skin shown or, even more likely, his baby pink panties.
Mu Qing felt himself blushing because of the unexpected attention. He didn’t know what Feng Xin liked — not that he cared, anyway — and didn’t have the slightest idea of what he thought about boys shaving or wearing female lingerie.
Feng Xin gulped, cock twitching without his consent, then adverted his eyes from Mu Qing’s figure without saying a word.
Sensing the tension that was forming in the room — it was rather awkward to openly masturbate together with your friends in your living area — Xie Lian excused himself: “I-I’ll be going to my room to… uhm… take care of this. I need some… stuff.”
He surely didn’t want to face whatever was going to come. And yeah, he needed to come himself, so, suddenly faking shyness, he cowardly retreated to his bedroom, leaving his two best friends alone in front of the TV.
Feng Xin and Mu Qing awkwardly stared at each other for a while without proffering a word — quite uncommon for the two of them, used to quarreling for any stupid thing.
Mu Qing observed Feng Xin, but he didn’t understand if his flatmate would have fucked him on the couch or what, but those eyes on him made him feel nervous, even though his mind was spinning. Feng Xin looked rather thirsty, like he was burning with desire, intrinsically unsatisfied, craving what he couldn’t have.
He would have enjoyed whatever Feng Xin was willing to give him, but he knew for a fact that Feng Xin hated him to the guts and wouldn’t bang him for a million dollars. Hell! He wouldn’t fuck him for a million dollars. It was just his dick, just his dick. It was the ideal size for Mu Qing’s ideal boyfriend. Just why on Earth did that person have to be Feng Xin!
Not bearing the tension anymore, Mu Qing left without saying a word, uncaring of Feng Xin or for his own state of undressing. Besides, he was in desperate need to come as soon as possible.
He went to his bedroom and slammed the door closed behind him, out of breath. His cock was aching, his mind spinning; he couldn’t wait to find his release.
He undressed completely, feeling more free without his pajamas on and threw himself on the bed. Unconsciously, he pictured himself kneeling on the floor in front of Feng Xin, sucking on his cock, deep-throating him, chocking on his length. He would have loved to feel it brush past his lips, sliding on his tongue, hitting his throat with every bob. He would have teased him, licked him, played with the tip until Feng Xin was going crazy.
His hand pumped his own hardness madly, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted Feng Xin’s monster to split him in two, so he turned around and opened the second last drawer of the nightstand, pulling out his dildo and the bottle of lube.
Kneeling on the mattress, and with his head flushed against the pillow, he spread his ass cheeks and quickly fingered himself open. When he was no longer able to wait, he covered the toy in lube and stuck it up his ass, mewling in pleasure. After a fleeting moment to briefly savor the feeling, the started pulling it out and pushing it back inside, first slowly and then building up a rhythm. But the stretch wasn’t enough. Feng Xin’s cock would have torn him opened, it would have dilated his insides in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Sweat beads decorating his skin, he forced one of the fingers he previously used to prep himself near the dildo inside of his hole. His inner walls were hot and he was feeling dizzy and feverish. He pumped again the toy a handful of times, but even with the increased stretch, it wasn’t enough.
At that point, Mu Qing added a second finger, stifling a scream on his pillow. It wasn’t still what he wanted, but the reality was as close to his fantasies as possible. He started masturbating while imagining it was Feng Xin who was fucking him mercilessly. His other hand went to his leaking front and in a span of mere seconds he came, shivering hard, his fluids covering his hand and dripping on the silk bedsheets.
Exhausted he laid there, sprawled on the bed, breathing heavily, ear buzzing, mind fogged by the pleasure, trying to recover.
After the epiphany of that night, Mu Qing bought a new dildo, bigger in size, as close as Feng Xin’s girth as possible.
Over time, he really grew to like that huge toy, and regularly used it to play with himself until he reached his peak, thinking of all the ways he would have had the real thing if Feng Xin would let him.
And maybe, because of his wild fantasies that ranged from extreme sweetness to the lewdest obscenities, he might have developed a crush over his enemy.
The first few days after “the incident”, every time Mu Qing crossed roads with Feng Xin, he couldn’t look at him in the eyes for more than a second, diverting his gaze and fleeting as soon as possible. Seeing the other made him remember not only the awkwardness of that night, masturbating together in the living room, but also what happened after he escaped. He wasn’t proud of having thought about him while orgasming, and realizing he wanted that cock was somehow humiliating. So he tried to avoid him the best he could.
However, his mind started conjuring against him, projecting fantasies of Feng Xin and him having sex in any possible way against his own eyelids, a sort of daydream, but without his explicit consent. It was like watching porn, just not in front of a screen, but in his mind, whenever he ran into Feng Xin.
Him in Feng Xin’s lap when he was sitting at the table; him with his legs around Feng Xin, while the latter rutted against him; Feng Xin’s hand jerking him off while watching the tv; Feng Xin penetrating him from behind in front of the mirror in the bathroom; or Feng Xin taking him on top of the washing machine; them having sex on the kitchen table, on the carpet on the floor in the living room, in the shower, in their bedrooms…
And again, without him noticing, those thoughts, only filled with lustful scenes, made space to some more innocent visions: Feng Xin hugging him from behind while he was cooking; them cuddling on the sofa; the good-morning, good-night and goodbye kisses; stolen kisses in the corridors in their uni; coffee dates; hand holding…
He was swinging from teeth-rotting sweetness to hardcore, rough sex sessions with everything in between. He didn’t really realized when the change had happened, he just found out when it was already too late, when he was falling, sinking.
In all of this, Feng Xin never talked to him about that night or about the awkwardness of their encounters, never said he wanted anything from him, not even looked like he was affected in the slightest.
It was rather unfair, but Mu Qing was well aware of their past, so he didn’t dare approach him first, he just accepted living off his fantasies for the time being.
It was a Friday afternoon like any other, Mu Qing making full use of his solo time in their shared apartment. As always, Xie Lian was working his part-time job in a local cafe and Feng Xin was training at the gym. Mu Qing had enough time to play with himself, have a shower and cook dinner before the other two came back.
That day, he was in his room, wearing a white crop top and a very short pleated skirt; a pair of burgundy panties to complete the outfit — a true piece of art, those panties: they were all made of floral patterned lace with two silk bows on the hips. Nestled inside of him, a new diamond butt plug, bigger than the one he used before, to better prepare him for his monster size dildo.
He was mindlessly listening to some music with his headphones on and dancing, enjoying the friction lace produced and the plug stretching him and bumping on his prostate. He took delight in his bare skin, smooth and hairless; in his skirt moving around and creating even more friction for his cock, trapped in those beautiful panties. Mu Qing liked how he could see his manhood under the skirt at each movement, appreciating how he was leaking through the revealing fabric.
He felt like a little whore, wearing that student-inspired outfit, but lewd and sexy. He loved watching himself in the mirror, observing his fingers playing and touching, moving around bare-feet on the soft carpet… everything was so arousing, his pleasure like a warm wave bubbling inside of him.
Suddenly, he froze.
Behind him, framed by the door of his room, Feng Xin was looking at him wide-eyed. Mu Qing spun on himself, put off his headphones and hissed, cold and venomous: “What are you doing here?” like this was not his house as well.
Feng Xin seemed to have lost his words, his mouth gaping like a fish, unable to emit a word.
“I-I-I heard some noises… I-I called your name, but you didn’t answer so-so I came checking,” he stuttered.
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes. He was totally embarrassed by being caught like that, but thickened his face.
“Well, I’m here. You can go now,” he said, giving him his back, letting Feng Xin know he was dismissed.
He didn’t expect Feng Xin to turn him around and kiss him square on the lips. At first, he was shocked and didn’t know what to do, but this was all he was waiting for, so he relaxed and kissed back.
Their lip lock was messy, both of them needing the other like they needed oxygen. They were devouring the other’s mouth, licking and sucking. Their hands moved frenzied, tasting and discovering.
Mu Qing took Feng Xin’s t-shirt off, revealing tanned skin and defined abs. He let his hand touch them, enjoying the hardness, cock twitching in his panties.
Feng Xin didn’t give him any more time and occupied his mouth once again, letting his hands slip under Mu Qing’s crop top, playing with his nipples, swallowing every pleasured moan he emitted.
Without wasting time, he got rid of that piece of clothing, taking advantage of that bared skin to kiss and bite his neck and shoulders.
Mu Qing gripped him, rutting against him, discovering that Feng Xin was just as hard as he.
The latter kneaded his plush ass cheeks, slamming Mu Qing’s body against his, producing that oh-so-pleasurable friction. His fingertips traced the lace of those panties, obtaining a deeper “aaahh” when he discovered the butt plug.
Feng Xin freed him of his beloved panties, the silk sliding on Mu Qing’s legs making his stomach knot in pleasure. A second later, Feng Xin made him turn round and bend in half, ass in the air and arms supporting him on the bed.
Mu Qing jiggled his ass irreverently, obtaining an amused chuckle from Feng Xin.
“You really like sparkling things, don’t you,” he said, more like a confirmation than a question.
Mu Qing just hummed in reply.
Thrilled by his discovery, Feng Xin started playing with the butt plug, ending Mu Qing’s playfulness. He slowly pulled it all out, obtaining a hiss from the other boy.
“Wow, this is quite big!” Then slid it back in, just as slowly.
“Mmmnn… Th-the dildo’s bigger - aaahhh!”
“Oh is it?” he asked, quite amused, while keep playing with the toy, enjoying how it stretched Mu Qing’s rim. “Why don’t you show me?”
He nestled the plug back where it belonged and let Mu Qing go.
Mu Qing, with some difficulty, bent his knees and curled up near the nightstand, opened the drawer where he kept his toys and pulled out the above-mentioned dildo. It was his newest purchase and he was fond of it. It was almost Feng Xin’s size, longer and thicker than average. It was a great toy, but of course it was not as good as the real thing.
Feng Xin analyzed the object and concluded: “It’s very close in size to my cock. When did you buy it?”
Mu Qing flushed and diverted his eyes. He didn’t really want to answer that question, so he tried to buy some time.
“I… I…”
“I asked when.” Feng Xin’s voice was firm, authoritative; he wanted an answer, right away, and wouldn’t accept stuttered nonsense. This domineering side of him thrilled Mu Qing, who, after a little while, finally answered with the smallest voice: “Recently.”
“After that night, right?” He had already figured it out, but he wanted to confirm.
Still without looking in his direction, Mu Qing whispered a “yeah.”
He didn’t have the time to be even more embarrassed when Feng Xin took him from his wrist and helped him to get up, to kiss him veraciously.
“Do you want me?”
Mu Qing wanted him desperately. He had wanted him for a long time now, settling for just a dildo while thinking of him.
“Yes,” he answered, panting in the kiss. “Yes, please.”
Feng Xin pushed him down, pressing on his shoulders, making him kneel in front of him. Mu Qing tilted his head and looked at him from down there, making Feng Xin twitch in his pants.
Mu Qing was so eager to taste him. He quickly undressed him, facing that massive cock. He licked his lips, mouth already watering, foretasting the flavor of Feng Xin’s cum on his tongue. He took the tip in his mouth, giving it kitten-like licks. His mind was already clouded with want, so he just let his body move as it pleased, touching and kissing the whole length, studying every millimeter, wanting to remember the feeling on his skin, its musky scent and the pleasure it gave him.
He then proceeded to engulf it, bobbing his head experimentally. It was so huge it made his jaw ache already, but that was what he was craving, what he wished for. Therefore, he put all his efforts in blowing him, bobbing his head with a rhythm, letting it slide in more and more, almost till it made him gag.
Feng Xin was trying to contain himself, appreciating Mu Qing on his knees for him, sucking him off till almost choking. It was sexy, it was arousing, it was everything Feng Xin had ever wanted, even before he realized so.
“Aahh, fuck, you’re so good, it’s so good, Mu Qing.” He said while stroking his hair.
Spurred by the compliments, Mu Qing sucked even harder, making Feng Xin hiss and swear. The latter was trying so hard to contain himself, but a man’s patience has a limit.
He cupped Mu Qing’s head and started fucking his mouth. His hardness was covered in saliva and watching himself disappear in Mu Qing’s mouth was such a turn on: those lips stretched around him, saliva drooling from Mu Qing’s mouth, making everything ten times messier, but hotter.
While his mouth was being fucked thoroughly, Mu Qing cock was painfully hard, curved towards his stomach and surrounded by his mini skirt. He had gripped Feng Xin’s legs to be stable, but he needed to get off, heat already pooling in his body. He started grinding on the floor, trying to find some friction to pleasure himself as well, but it was difficult to move his lower limbs at the same time. He whimpered like a puppy, shedding some tears while Feng Xin was ravishing his mouth.
Feng Xin knew he was more than average, so he was trying no to hurt him, but Mu Qing was just so erotic and so pliant under him. Watching him trying to get off while grinding on the floor was like fuel his burning desire.
Before losing his mind, he slipped completely out of Mu Qing’s mouth and pulled him up.
They kissed again. Feng Xin wasn’t dissimilar from a lion consuming his prey, devouring every bit of Mu Qing he could reach with his mouth. He wanted to make him his. He wanted him to be his forever. He wanted to be the only one who could touch Mu Qing like that, kiss him like that, fuck him like that. He wanted all of Mu Qing.
On his end, Mu Qing felt like jelly: were it not for Feng Xin holding him, he would have melted on the floor. He felt inebriated by Feng Xin and by too much pleasure, too much want.
Eventually, both of them needed air and pulled out. Feng Xin kissed him on the temple, and stroked his cheek.
“You okay?”
Mu Qing just nodded, locking eyes with him. That moment was almost romantic, were it not for the animalistic hunger that danced in the eyes of both of them.
When they both had taken a breath, Feng Xin spun him and pushed him on the bed like before, with his arms cushioning his head and his legs wide opened for him. He kneaded the supple flesh of his butt cheeks, while observing the plug. He thought of how it would be being inside of him, anticipating the tightness and the hotness that were about to come. He was grateful that Mu Qing was already stretched enough, which meant he didn’t need to prep him, because honestly, his mind was too blurry, he was intoxicated by Mu Qing and his own horniness.
He took out the butt plug without being too considerate, leaving Mu Qing’s ass hole gaping. The mere thought of what was about to happen was making him crazy.
He took the bottle of lube that was waiting to be used on top of the nightstand and covered himself thoroughly, then applied some on Mu Qing’s puckered hole, pushing it inside with three of his fingers, coating the inner walls so to cause the least amount of pain during penetration.
Mu Qing mewled sweetly, letting him know that he was not hurting him and that he liked being touched there. Feng Xin, blinded by lust, thrusted his fingers in and out, seeking Mu Qing’s prostate.
“Mhmm, yeah, there, yeah!”
“You like it, don’t you?” he growled.
Mu Qing nodded fervently.
“Yes, yes, aaahhh yeah!”
Feng Xin, pleased by so much eagerness, stopped moving. Mu Qing groaned, frustrated, and started rocking himself, pushing against those fingers, fucking himself.
A self-complacent grin appeared on Feng Xin’s face. He let Mu Qing go on for a while, enjoying how impatient Mu Qing was, but he couldn’t wait too long, because he was dying to fuck him for real.
Just like that, he subtracted his fingers, making Mu Qing complain incoherently. He grabbed his own cock and dragged the glans up and down Mu Qing’s ass crack, stimulating his own pleasure.
Mu Qing let out another grumbling sound, so without a warning, Feng Xin penetrated him in a fluid movement.
“Aaaaaaaaahhh!” Mu Qing screamed, the pain of being stretch burning him, eyes filling with tears.
“Are-are you alright?” Feng Xin asked, panting hard.
Mu Qing was constricting him in an almost painful way. He knew for a fact that he was not able to last long, being squeezed like that and engulfed by such warmth.
“Yes- mh!” Mu Qing chocked out.
Feng Xin stilled, massaging gently the other boy’s body, then reaching for his cock and pumping it a few times, hoping to alleviate the pain.
“Mhhm, move, please.”
Feng Xin complied, first slowly, then faster and faster, unable to control himself. He felt like an animalistic frenzy had taken toll over him and he was just absorbed in his pleasure. Mu Qing was moaning and crying, mouth opened and drooling. It was lewd, in the filthiest way possible. The skirt was folded on his back, showing his buttocks jiggling and framing his flushed dick on the front.
“More, more, please… please, gimme more!”
How could Feng Xin deny him when he was begging so prettily?
“You’re such a whore. You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you?” he said with a low chuckle, thrusting harder.
Mu Qing was a mess, he couldn’t really understand, he just moaned “yes, fuck, yes” several times.
Feng Xin’s cock was bigger than his dildo, it was ripping him apart, but he enjoyed every ounce of pain mixed with pleasure it gave him. He wouldn’t want to be in any other place than this, being pierced by that huge, iron-like cock.
Mu Qing’s legs started quivering, shaking so much he was almost no longer able to stand. Feng Xin gripped him even harder. If he had left bruises, Mu Qing would have enjoyed looking at them in the following days. His cock was leaking abundantly, even without being directly stimulated.
“I got you.”
Feng Xin voice was so low and almost full of affection, that it was all Mu Qing needed to topple over the edge and come untouched on his beddings.
After the orgasm blissed had passed, he was exhausted, but Feng Xin was still very hard and inside of him.
Mu Qing, without saying a word, started contracting his muscles down there and release them, choking Feng Xin’s cock.
“Fuck, Mu Qing!” he groaned. “I’m gonna come…”
True to his words, it took him a handful of thrusts before finally reaching the edge. His vision blacked out for an instant, while he spilled his seed inside Mu Qing. The wave of pleasure he was pursuing crashed over him like a tsunami. It had been such a long time since he last came so hard, he couldn’t even remember when it was exactly. But he was sure of one thing: he didn’t want to wait as long before the next time. Mu Qing was going to be his.
When he had taken a breath, he slowly pulled out his softening cock, taking delight in the white substance dripping from Mu Qing’s hairless ass hole down to his leg.
Tearing his gaze, he helped Mu Qing properly lying down on the bed. He was on the verge of falling asleep, worn down to the bone and pleasantly flushed on the face, neck and chest.
“Wait here,” Feng Xin murmured.
He went to the bathroom to grab a wet towel and, when he came back, he sat on the mattress near Mu Qing. Without looking at him in the eyes, he cleaned him. Only then, he had the courage to look at him in the eyes.
They were both hesitant, not knowing how to label what had just happened. They were supposed to be enemies; they thought the other didn’t like themselves a bit; they were living together just for Xie Lian’s sake. If not enemies, then they could be considered acquaintances, but this… what had they become? Friends with benefits? They were not friends. Was it a casual hookup, a one night stand? It could be, but neither of them really believed it would be a one time thing. Hell! They both didn’t want it to be a one time thing!
Feng Xin was the fist one to speak.
“It was nice.” He said, clearing his throat. “Nice” was both an understatement and the worst adjective he could have possibly chosen.
Mu Qing nodded, still looking at him, like he was in a trance. He didn’t even notice the terrible use of words. His brain was still a puddle of goo.
“I wouldn’t mind doing it again, another day.” Feng Xin almost whispered.
What he meant by that was that he would love to fuck Mu Qing over and over again for the rest of their lives, but maybe it was too soon to say that.
After several seconds of silence, Mu Qing relaxed. He didn’t even noticed he was tense in the first place.
“I wouldn’t mind, too.” he replied, this time using words, cracking a small smile that lighted Feng Xin like Mu Qing had just confessed his undying love for him. But that was enough for the moment.
Eyes sparkling, a smile blossomed on Mu Qing’s face. Feng Xin bent and placed a chaste kiss on his lips and fled, silently closing the door behind him.
Mu Qing sighed. His heart was content, satisfied, soft, like he’d never been before. Did he get what he had always wanted? Maybe. Maybe he wanted more now. But that’s something for the future.