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"He's been so horny these days."
Feng Xin's scowl deepens as he heard Fu Yao talking to someone about how he's been so on edge lately because the Xuan Zhen deputy was wearing tiny dresses, lingerie, and mini skirts that he'd gifted Fu Yao.
"I'm not..." Feng Xin retorts, trying to save himself face when Fu Yao is too bold, talking to everyone about his sex life with the infamous sex god, General Ju Yang.
"Okay then." He hears the disappointment in Fu Yao's voice and the annoying eye roll he can sense from two worlds away. "Try not to be when I parade myself in a miniskirt. That shouldn't be hard for you, hm?"
His world crashes, and the light in him suddenly dies from those words. "Baby..." He coos. "Don't be like this."
"I'm wearing it right now and nothing else. It fits perfectly. Well, maybe it's a bit too short and revealing. Still, it's perfect. But you don't care, right?"
Feng Xin could feel discomfort in his pants, growing hard at the image of his beloved deputy laid bare with nothing but a miniskirt on. He wants to fuck him.
"Where are you?" he asks with utmost impatience.
"Why?"
Feng Xin clicks his tongue, hating how Fu Yao is teasing him when it's so apparent what Feng Xin wants to do to him.
"I need to see you," he answers, heavily emphasizing his urge.
"Already?" Fu Yao chuckles. "You just want to see me, huh? Well then, I'm in my quarters."
"Oh, come on, you two! You're practically flirting in this array!" says a low-ranking official that neither Feng Xin nor Fu Yao knew or cared about.
"What? He's just going to see me. No touching. He'll just be sitting on a chair and watching whatever I do," Fu Yao replies.
"Wait, no touching?!"
"Yes. You're coming only to see me, right? Your words, not mine."
What a brat.
"I didn't say I wouldn't touch you!" Feng Xin yells, growing very frustrated at the distance between them. He kicks off from his desk and draws a teleportation array to the Palace of Xuan Zhen.
"You also didn't say you would, General," Fu Yao snickers, making Feng Xin rethink his words.
"I want to see you and touch you," Feng Xin says as he quickens his sketching because he cannot stand being away from Fu Yao anymore.
Then, he hears chuckling, "Horny much?"
He could hear the other gods whistling, making his cheeks burn with embarrassment. How come Fu Yao is so bold these days?
"It's just... innocent touches," he says.
"I don't believe you."
"I'm telling the truth." He's not.
"Fine. Just "innocent" touches, right?"
"Completely innocent," Feng Xin repeats.
"Hmm, okay. As you say, General, " Fu Yao says, rolling his eyes.
"Now, can you show me what you're wearing?"
"Later."
"What?!" He is already done creating the array. "Why not now?"
Fu Yao takes a moment before replying, "I'm a bit busy doing something." His voice sounds hoarse and throaty like he's exhausting himself.
"Doing what?" Feng Xin has a hunch about what Fu Yao is doing but needs clarification because there's no way Fu Yao has become that bold.
"Something pleasant," Fu Yao pants.
Fuck! The tent in his trousers grows bigger at the thought of Fu Yao pleasuring himself. He needs to see him now!
"I want to know," he articulates with every word, his voice low and commanding.
"It's a... secret."
Feng Xin can't hold back anymore and uses the teleportation array connecting both of their palaces to step into Mu Qing's quarters, where he supposes Fu Yao is doing something.
"Fu Yao?" he asks, his voice ragged and leaving no room for his patience. He needs to see his beloved.
"Ah fuck," he hears as Fu Yao lets out in a fit of panic.
Feng Xin heard the frantic shuffling from outside, leaving him even more curious so he slides the door and enters.
The room is slightly messier than usual, with clothes lying on the floorboards and even hanging on to some furniture.
The Xuan Zhen deputy hurriedly fixes himself up, scrambling to hide a few… stuff before Feng Xin steps into the bedroom. And just when he is about to slip out of his mini skirt and into more comfortable clothes, Feng Xin catches him on the spot.
Oh.
Feng Xin leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he tilts his head and takes in the sight of Fu Yao wearing nothing but a really short skirt and black panties, leaving no room for his imagination when his plump ass is in full display.
"Feng Xin!" Fu Yao yelps.
"Trying to hide your surprise?"
Fu Yao bites his lip, dodging eye contact from the smirking god. He intersects his legs and sighs, "Fine, yes. This is the surprise," he murmurs, blushing heavily at Feng Xin's intense gaze.
Feng Xin kicks off from the wall, walking towards Fu Yao as he discards his cloak and armor, letting it join the vast sea of Fu Yao's soiled robes. He stands in front of Fu Yao and looks down on his fucking pretty deputy. His hand finds its way to the deputy's hip, his sleek fingers raising the short hem of his skirt just a bit to play with it.
"Surprise? Why are you trying to hide it then?" Feng Xin wonders in a husky tone, trying so hard to not stare down at Fu Yao's milky white legs that are obviously begging to be sucked on and bitten.
He feels his pants tightening around his groin, growing harder at the memory of Fu Yao's legs dangling from his shoulders as he rams into his pink hole.
"No… reason," Fu Yao responds softly, barely audible. He still couldn't look at Feng Xin, only staring down at his bed like he was inspecting something. "D-Do you like it?" After a moment, he asks, fixes his blanket, and sits on his bed. Then, he finally looks at the Southeastern god. "How do I look?"
Feng Xin sits beside him and rests his calloused hand on Fu Yao's thigh. He stares without shame at the black and red skirt Fu Yao is wearing. It complements his fair skin, making it look even smoother and paler. Suddenly, his sinful mind starts playing with images of Fu Yao's skin, marked and red because of him.
"You look… fuck… You look so fucking good and gorgeous, kitten. It's hard keeping my hands to myself," Feng Xin says with a frustrated groan.
Fu Yao sucks in a breath at the warmth of Feng Xin's hand on his thigh, making him tremble. "Someone said there wouldn't be any inappropriate touching involved," he reminds Feng Xin of his own promise. "All you can do is admire," he teases.
Feng Xin can't help squeezing his thigh at that. "This is an innocent touch. Not inappropriate," he replies, putting on his painfully pitiful, innocent expression.
"Uh huh, so innocent," Fu Yao scoffs, not buying any word Feng Xin says, then he points at his apparent bulge. "And what about that? Is that an innocent reaction?"
"It's just showing its appreciation for you. Totally innocent," Feng Xin says, pushing Fu Yao onto the bed for a better view of his body.
He innocently glides his hand higher on Fu Yao's thigh, his hand playing with the lace of his panties. Feng Xin discerns the panties he gifted him the other day from their texture.
"You drive me crazy, baby."
"Oh really?" Fu Yao snorts, not buying Feng Xin's pathetic excuse of a pout, especially when he's practically drooling while checking him out.
He teasingly parts his legs only slightly to expose his inner thighs, and Feng Xin's hand immediately trails upward, not even trying to be discreet about where it's going.
"Daddy, this is not appropriate."
"Hm? Or maybe you're just a little slut who keeps thinking naughty, kitten." Feng Xin grins as he kneads Fu Yao's inner thighs, his hand itching closer to a particular area but refusing to touch it, just to tease Fu Yao, who is already whining at the tickle of Feng Xin's featherlight touches and the weird way his heart flutters at the nickname.
"I have… appropriate thoughts," Fu Yao lies. He shifts his position and rests on his stomach, the mini skirt exposing his ass and the very provocative lacy T forming because of his tight panties. "And I'm not being naughty," he adds as he looks over his shoulder, smiling at Feng Xin's stunned expression.
The Southeastern god's eyes darken, his golden irises disappearing into the void as he feels himself growing harder at such a sight, his cock threatening to break free from the confines of his pants this very moment.
"Are you alright, daddy?" Fu Yao asks innocently, though behind those sparkly eyes is a vixen, determined to drag Feng Xin into the depths of his darkest desires.
Feng Xin can't hold back anymore. He lands a slap on Fu Yao's ass and then squeezes it harshly.
He leans down to whisper in the deputy's ear, "Aren't you being naughty right now?"
Fu Yao shuts his eyes while his mouth falls open with a loud moan. His ass stings at the hard smack and such a firm grip on his cheeks. Surely, it would leave bothersome bruises.
"What happened to your innocent touches, Daddy?" he whispers breathlessly. "I'm only lying down."
"Shut up." Feng Xin slaps him again. "This is your punishment, kitten," Feng Xin replies as he flips Fu Yao's blanket, revealing the jade phallic and other questionable toys that often pissed Feng Xin off because he's literally right there. Mu Qing—Fu Yao—could use him for whatever he deems fitting.
"I… I can expla—"
Slap!
"This is for starting without me," Feng Xin growls like an animal preying on this lowly deputy, who winces at the pain. He tries to sit up and confront Feng Xin, but the god grabs his nape and pins him down as he delivers another heavy smack to his ass.
Slap!
"This is for lying."
Slap!
"This is for trying to hide it."
Slap!
"This is for teasing me all day," Feng Xin growls in his ear.
Whimpers fill the air around them, progressively growing from soft to high-pitched moans with each hard slap on Fu Yao's sensitive skin.
"I-I was just playing around," he tries to say in between sobs. He lets out a shaky breath before turning to Feng Xin, his eyes wet with tears, but the more Feng Xin glares at him, the more he notices that there is no guilt. In fact, Fu Yao's eyes burn brighter than earlier.
He's having fun.
"A-Xin," he sings.
"Just playing around?" Feng Xin laughs. He can see through his facade. He lands another harsh slap on Fu Yao's ass and another, and another, watching it jiggle and turn from pink to red. He adores the color that perfectly matches his skirt.
So fucking pretty.
Feng Xin cups Fu Yao's plump ass again then he stares at the tight string of his lace panties. He pulls it to the side and watches Fu Yao's hole flutter like it's waiting for something.
He smirks before spitting on Fu Yao's entrance, the saliva landing on the deputy's swollen cheeks and making him hiss. Then, he drags his finger on the valley of Fu Yao's ass, teasing his hole with his thumb before he lets go of the string of his panties with a snap.
"Ah, what happened to innocent touches?" Fu Yao grumbles, feeling so sore already. His whole body trembles under Feng Xin's hold. He dreads the next day with him just staying in bed all day, unable to walk, let alone move.
"Don't talk back at me. You know what you did."
"I was only bored. I wanted to play with myself. What is so wrong about that? I'm innocent."
"A lot, baby. You know I wanted to see you since earlier, and you only kept teasing me, so I have to punish you," Feng Xin explains as he shoves Fu Yao's skirt higher so he can see more of his sweet beloved's plump, juicy ass, now resembling an apple. "You tried hiding this pretty image from me. That's the fucking problem."
Fu Yao surprisingly doesn't say anything. He couldn't come up with a retort when he purposely meant to tease Feng Xin with the idea of him wearing a mini skirt and sexy panties.
Instead, his body responds to him, arching his back and raising his hips just to give Feng Xin a better view.
"I'm sorry for hiding," he mutters, hoping Feng Xin would just get onto it already.
But he is only met with more spanking.
"Why were you hiding? Who else did you want to see you like this?" Feng Xin strikes Fu Yao's ass after each question. His fingers rub at the other's sensitive hole through his panties.
"N-no one! I'm sorry already!" Fu Yao is sobbing at the sting like a hundred pins and needles are pressing into his skin with no end. "A-Xin, please…" he says, hoping Feng Xin gets the hint and fucks him already.
"Please, what, baby?" Feng Xin knows precisely what he wants, but after the stunt Fu Yao pulled earlier, he will have to work harder to earn what he wants. "Use your words," he continues with his tearing as his finger finally slips inside of him.
Fu Yao bites his lips, stifling a moan as the tight ring of muscles swallows Feng Xin's finger. He rolls his hips against it, dragging it deeper inside, and oh, it pokes at his sweet spot.
"More, please. Your fingers or…" He reaches toward Feng Xin's legs and palms his erection. "This."
"Do you deserve it?" Feng Xin lets out a devilish chuckle as he stares at Fu Yao, palming his erection with his small hand. His dick wants to be free from his pants desperately, but he wants Fu Yao to beg for it.
"Ah!" Fu Yao cries out as Feng Xin pokes his sweet spot repeatedly. "A-Xin, please!"
"Will you be good, little one?"
"Yes!" Fu Yao blurts out, nodding his head frantically. "I'll be good now. I swear," he adds as he rubs his palm against Feng Xin's hard bulge. He shifts to his side, looking at Feng Xin. "Daddy, I deserve you inside. Please?"
Feng Xin's smirk deepens at his pleas, but he doesn't move to strip his clothing. He lands another slap on Fu Yao's ass and takes out his finger. Then he motions to the prominent bulge in his pants.
"Take it out," he orders.
Fu Yao sucks in a deep breath and lets out a small cuss, barely audible against the thick air of arousal between them. He shifts in position, lifting himself with his elbows to lean close to Feng Xin's lap.
With deft fingers, he undoes Feng Xin's pants and frees his hard cock, the veins so angry that it could pop out any moment.
As if he could relieve it, Fu Yao strokes his cock slowly, earning a low groan from Feng Xin.
"Was Daddy really waiting for me?"
Feng Xin doesn't respond, only grabbing Fu Yao's chin and bringing it closer to his length. The Southeastern god uses his free hand to grip his shaft and taps his hardness against Fu Yao's gaping mouth.
"See how fucking worked up you got me, kitten?"
Fu Yao opens his mouth wider and sticks out his tongue for Feng Xin, tasting a bit of pre. He looks at him, recognizing the same amount of lust clouding their gazes.
"A-Xin…" he calls. He didn't say anything else, just his name, hoping Feng Xin got the hint. The way Fu Yao says his nickname further depletes what little self-control he has left.
Feng Xin silently curses at the sight before him, and without warning, he shoves his cock inside. He groans loudly, his head falling on his back as he rolls his hips toward Fu Yao's mouth, making him take his cock deeper into his throat. Despite the delicious feel of Fu Yao's mouth around his cock, he thinks he'll go insane if he doesn't claim Fu Yao in the next few minutes in the best way possible.
Fu Yao sheds a few tears while looking up at Feng Xin, silently begging him to do what he'd come here to do. It's when he catches Feng Xin nodding at him that he pulls away from his cock and moves to sit on his lap, strangling his strong thighs.
Feng Xin hums in satisfaction. His hands immediately surround Fu Yao's waist before cupping his ass. The ruffled skirt and Fu Yao's flushed skin turn him on to the highest level of lust.
"Good job, kitten," he praises. Then, he leans in to suck on the deputy's neck. "Now, show me how much you want me. You earned it."
Fu Yao reaches from behind, his hand latching once more onto Feng Xin's cock and stroking it languidly before guiding it to his ass. He'd already stretched himself earlier, making it convenient to press Feng Xin's tip inside with little ease. Still, he groans at the intrusion. Of course, Ju Yang is Ju Yang for a reason.
Feng Xin moans with Fu Yao as the Xuan Zhen deputy sinks onto him, perfectly seated on his lap with his hard dick up his ass. The expression on Fu Yao's face—so lewd and sexy—makes Feng Xin want to ruin him even more. His grip on Fu Yao's hip tightens, and he does a single rough thrust upwards.
Surprised by the sudden intrusion, Fu Yao nearly got knocked off Feng Xin's lap if not for his fast reflexes, grabbing onto the Southeastern god's shoulders, his nails clawing and breaking his tan skin.
"Damn… you're not going easy on me, huh?" he says breathlessly.
"It's your punishment for starting without me," Feng Xin responds, delivering another thrust with Fu Yao arching his back and screaming. Then, he stops and smiles innocently at Fu Yao. "Go on. It's your turn," he muses.
Fu Yao sobs as he tries to hoist himself up with weak hands, the sting from his ass limiting movement in his already shaky legs, but he tries anyway. He holds himself up using Feng Xin's thighs before he falls and impales himself with his way too gigantic masculinity.
"Fuuuck, Ju Yang," he slurs.
Feng Xin leans in to kiss his cheek and gently caresses his waist as encouragement. "You can do it, kitten," he says. Despite his reassuring tone and smile, Feng Xin straightens himself on a different angle before he thrusts up directly to Fu Yao's sweet spot.
Fu Yao screams again, his sweet spot barely stimulated by Feng Xib but already too sensitive. He grabs onto the god's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his back as he starts to roll his hips along Feng Xin's teasingly slow rhythm, dragging a moan. It takes a few minutes, just trying to adapt to the right situation. But once he couldn't feel the pain any longer, he rode Feng Xin wantonly.
The whole time, Feng Xin trails multiple kisses on Fu Yao's cheek and lips, lathering the deputy's body with marks that would no doubt be the talk of the heavenly realm.
It feels so hot to have Fu Yao bounce on his dick. He could tell the Xuan Zhen deputy was growing weary. His spiritual energy nearly drained from the amount of teasing he'd endured earlier. His bangs stick on his sweaty forehead, begging Feng Xin to fix it. And he does, tugging the luscious black hair behind his red ears to expose more of his pretty face.
Fu Yao looks so pretty looking at him with narrow eyes. His cheeks are flushed red, just like the rest of his body. Feng Xin's gaze trails from his quivering cherry-red lips to his hickey-filled neck, marred with purple, blue, and red bruises, down to his pretty pink nipples, so erect and needy for Feng Xin's mouth to latch on and suck the life out of.
Feng Xin dives to his chest and licks his nipple, resulting in Fu Yao nearly tumbling back. The martial god opens his mouth, sucking on his nipple while gazing at Fu Yao, smirking when the deputy bites his lip to stifle a moan. Feng Xin used his other hand to pinch his other nipple just so he could release such a heavenly sound of Fu Yao cursing his name at how good it felt.
"A-Xin... shit... stop doing th-that..."
Feng Xin won't.
To prove a point, he sucks hard while his tongue swirls around his sensitive nob then he pulls away just to look at the purplish hue surrounding his pert nipple.
"Perfect," he sighs.
Fu Yao only glares at him, a rant threatening to explode from his mouth if it weren't for the moans pooling out of his lips. He looks so beautiful like this. Feng Xin just couldn't get enough of him—his sweet little kitten who always takes him so well.
Then, his gaze settles on the bulge in Fu Yao's belly, protruding from inside him. Feng Xin couldn't help but place his palm over it, pushing it down as it poked him.
"You're mine," he rasps out.
"W-What?" Fu Yao asks, not hearing him against the cloudy air of sex surrounding them. "What did you say—"
Suddenly, Feng Xin strikes another smack on Fu Yao's ass before pulling him just as he thrusts upwards to meet his movements.
"Fuck!" Fu Yao cried out.
"Who do you belong to?" Feng Xin asks, his voice low and haunting.
Fu Yao chokes on a moan, gagging over the delicious feel of Feng Xin settling perfectly inside him. "Yours…" He whines, dragging the pronoun to express who he belongs to. "Fuck, A-Xin, yes…" He lets out more moans as he rides his cock with more precision and ease, Feng Xin's tip consistently hitting his prostrate perfectly.
"Your hole was made for me, baby," Feng Xin groans, increasing his pace. His grip on Fu Yao's waist tightens, bruising. "So good… Qing-er. You're so pretty like this."
"Yeah?" Fu Yao asks breathlessly. Once in a while, he falters in his movements, momentarily going still, while Feng Xin thrusts up to him like a beast, never missing a beat. His moans gradually turn up in volume, echoing and for sure slipping out of the 4-walled confines of his room.
"So fucking pretty," Feng Xin repeats as he drags him down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss with Fu Yao right on top of him. "I can't get enough of you," he breathes out. He needs to have a taste of Fu Yao everywhere. He just couldn't help it. And the whole time, his movements didn't slow down. Instead, they gain new vigor, fucking into his little deputy's hole until he couldn't form a coherent thought any longer.
Fu Yao closes his eyes and melts into the kiss, allowing Feng Xin to take the lead while he just opens his mouth and lets a few moans leave it.
"So good…"
Feng Xin thrusts impossibly deeper inside of him as if he's trying to mold Fu Yao's insides to his side. Once in a while, he'd feel Fu Yao's hole close in around his dick when he hit a specific spot. It feels heavenly, so he aims to hit that spot with every thrust while he drinks, listening to all the moans and sounds coming from Fu Yao. Then, he breaks the kiss just to pepper his jaw with more bruises for the people to talk about.
"You're fucking mine," Feng Xin says, thrusting with each word to make a point.
"A-Xin!" Fu Yao screams his name, feeling the rush of his orgasm coming so soon. "I'm…" He couldn't finish his sentence as a loud moan was ripped from his mouth, followed by more. He rests his forehead on Feng Xin's neck and bites into his skin as he cums with a shudder.
Feng Xin only grunts at the sting of teeth biting down his neck. It hurts, but it didn't hurt enough to stop him from fucking Fu Yao through his orgasm.
"Good job, kitten. Now it's my turn." He says roughly and changes their position, flipping Fu Yao to the side until he rests below him. Then, he grabs Fu Yao's legs, pulls them around his waist, and rams his cock inside Fu Yao faster and harder.
Fu Yao could barely catch his breath, panting like he was in a race wherein he was unsure where the finish line was. He's overstimulated, way too sensitive to every touch and thrust that he's practically vibrating underneath Feng Xin when his cock is hitting him in all the right places.
Feng Xin leans down, leaving more bites and marks on Fu Yao's pale skin. He doesn't hesitate to capture one of Fu Yao's nipples in his mouth, nibbling on the sensitive nub while his hand plays with the other, pinching it and making Fu Yao gasp.
"A-Xin!" Fu Yao grabs Feng Xin's hair, tugging the strands and ruining his messy bun. He keeps him in place, his face right in his chest. However, he still squirms under him, stuck between wanting him to pull away before he passes out or letting him continue swirling his tongue around his overly sensitive nipple until he cums a second time with Feng Xin.
Feng Xin curses and unties his hair ribbon to let his hair down. His thrusts grow erratic as he's nearing his edge. Then, his hand reaches down to Fu Yao's neglected dick and strokes it in time with his fast thrusts.
"So close… You're doing so good for me, Qing-er… Always taking my cock so good…"
"Oh God!" Fu Yao can't take it anymore. He is too sensitive, having only come just a few minutes earlier, and yet Feng Xin rams into him so well, pushing all the right buttons even when nothing is loading inside him. "Fuck! A-Xin, ah!" He could only let out a loud and whorish moan as a warning before he squirted all over Feng Xin's hand and chest.
"Oh fuck!" Feng Xin curses, finding it too hot. With a loud groan, he cums inside Fu Yao with a stuttered thrust. He then falls onto Fu Yao's body, panting and nuzzling his neck.
"That was…" He could pull out ready, but having Fu Yao around him feels too good to come out of. So, they stay linked to one another.
Feng Xin looks down, chuckling at the image of Fu Yao's soaked skirt, now a ruffled mess.
Fu Yao could hardly register what happened, his ears ringing and eyesight blurry. He is too stimulated to the point that he feels nothing but the crashing of his orgasm. It takes a few moments for him to finally feel Feng Xin's thick cum and his own release—pee and both their cum—trickling down his thighs.
Feng Xin pats the sides of Fu Yao's body and moves to lie behind him carefully as his cock is still so deep inside Fu Yao's ass. If they aren't careful, he'd have to fuck into him again. He chuckles at the possibility, never really one to settle with a single round with each other. But, it seemed that Fu Yao couldn't bear another, seeing that his ass was practically bleeding from all the spanking.
"A-Xin..." The deputy calls.
"Hm?" Feng Xin diverts his attention to his beloved's face, inspecting if he's in pain. "Are you okay?"
"The bed…" Fu Yao croaks, his throat so dry that even words feel like brushing against sandpaper. "Too wet." He sighs. "We need new sheets," he manages to say completely, though his voice is too small. Feng Xin might not have heard it when the god was panting heavily behind him.
Feng Xin makes a sound to show he heard it and pulls out, to his own dismay, to find something to clean them with. Then, he gently lifts Fu Yao and places him in the bathroom tub, pouring warm water over him. Then, he casts a soothing spell, placing it over Fu Yao with a kiss on his forehead.
"Stay there. I'll clean the sheets for us. I'll be back."
Fu Yao could only let out a small hum as he rested on the tub, feeling too tired to move.
While Feng Xin busied himself with cleaning his quarters, Fu Yao sheds his disguise and returns as Mu Qing to restore his energy faster. Living under the skin of his alter ego takes up too much energy. He couldn't keep up with it, especially after his very rough exertion with Feng Xin.
He immediately hisses at the cold air of the bathroom and the even colder surface of the tub under him despite the warm water enveloping his frail body.
Hearing Mu Qing's familiar voice, Feng Xin rushes back to the bathroom. He is still naked, his massive cock still rock hard and sticking on his abs. But his face holds no intention of doing a second round. He looks worried.
"Baobei..." He greets Mu Qing. "Are you alright?"
Mu Qing didn't reply, only gesturing for Feng Xin to come to the bath. Like an obedient dog, Feng Xin nods and settles behind him, cradling him in his big arms.
"Better?" Feng Xin questions softly, his voice low and gentle, just like his hold on Mu Qing. He places a kiss on the other god's head and nuzzles in the crook of his neck, smiling because the marks he left on Fu Yao are also on Mu Qing.
Shaking his head, Mu Qing stares at him.
"What? Was I too rough?" Feng Xin pouts. Gone was the dominating aura radiating off him, now replaced by the adorable Feng Xin only Mu Qing has the privilege of knowing.
"I don't think the effects of dual cultivation are working quickly," Mu Qing says before pulling Feng Xin by his chin and kissing him. "I need more spiritual energy," he murmurs against Feng Xin's lips. "To heal," he adds a sorry excuse just to make out with his beloved.
Feng Xin nods quickly and switches their positions so they can kiss him properly, their tongue colliding in the warmth of their mouth. With Mu Qing on his lap, he pulls him in closer and kisses him deeper, making sure to taste Mu Qing's very essence.
But the Southwestern god pulls away just before things get too heated way too quickly. He could sense Feng Xin's frustration with how he clicked his tongue and looked away. He plants a gentle kiss on Feng Xin's nose and chuckles.
"Let's continue in an hour, yeah? I'm still sore."
"Need any more energy?"
"Later," he repeats.
Feng Xin only nods as he starts at Mu Qing, his husband. He can't help but admire him and the beauty he radiates.
Mu Qing's hair is down, his lips red and a bit swollen from all the kissing and biting, his cheeks, which can never hide how flustered he is, have a pretty pink hue, and his eyes seem to hold all the stars inside them with how brightly they are shining.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers.
Mu Qing simply nods before leaning in to kiss Feng Xin again. This kiss is slow and gentle, allowing them to savor each touch of their lips. After a moment, he pulls away and rests his head on Feng Xin's shoulder. "Let's stay like this for a while," he says softly. "We have all night."
Feng Xin smiles and places a small kiss on his head. I love spending time with you like this. "No worries, just us." Feng Xin says, stroking Mu Qing’s sides. There’s no urgency, no need to hide or rush. It’s just them and their own quiet solitude.