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it started like how all of their usual fights did.
Feng Xin breathed, Mu Qing got annoyed, they got physical.
they were taking a nice evening walk across Feng Xins palace gardens, arm in arm, bumping shoulders as easy conversation passed between them.
Mu Qing wasn’t even sure what pissed him off really, but what’s new at this point? everything Feng Xin did annoyed him.
Mu Qing swept a leg beneath Feng Xins feet to knock him off balance, it worked for a second until he was pinned against the garden wall. Feng Xin pressed close, legs entangling in the shrubbery.
“you’re always bitching about something.” Feng Xin murmurs, fingers tightening against Mu Qings shoulders as he struggles a little.
“Id rather be bitchy than be dumb!” Mu Qing spits back, lips curling up at the twitch in Feng Xins brow.
Feng Xins hand goes down to Mu Qings waist, bunching up the smooth silk of his robe in his fingers and shoving Mu Qing back again. “stop fucking struggling.” he says, emphatically. His other hand at Mu Qings shoulder took one of Mu Qings hands and pressed it flat against the wall, his larger hand engulfing most of Mu Qings much slender one.
Mu Qing gave the slightest, unwilling shiver at that. one which, because their bodies were basically pressed against eacother, Feng Xin felt. keenly.
“oh?” Feng Xin asks, it was his turn to quirk up his lips now as Mu Qings face fell in embarrassment, flushing pink already. “i press against you once, move my hands just so and youre already letting go?” Feng Xin asked.
“shut-“
“if i didn’t know any better, general, i’d say you liked getting pressed by me.”
“-up!” Mu Qing finished, despite Feng Xin continuing.
“or is it just that you like feeling how much smaller you are when i’m close to you like this?” Feng Xin leans forward letting his nose graze Mu Qings jaw, shamelessly inhaling his lovers scent.
all of Mu Qings fight had seemingly disappeared, as he leaned his head against the garden wall and brought his free hand up to entangle in Feng Xins bun. “Feng Xin-“
Feng Xin drags his teeth against Mu Qings neck down to his collar. “what do you think everyone else will say if they find out how easy you are for me?”
Mu Qings legs are knocked apart by Feng Xins knee as he gently presses against Mu Qings growing cock.
“Feng Xin what if-“
“What is it?” Feng Xin asked, moving the hand covering Mu Qings to free his own cock. Mu Qings hand found it’s way to Feng Xins chest, fisting his robes and shoving him backwards to no avail.
“they’ll see you fucking fool!”
Feng Xin grunted at the force of Mu Qings pushing and pushed back asking,”what the fuck?”
“your dimwitted deputies!” Mu Qing hisses, voice petering off as Feng Xin manages to free his cock and press the tip against Mu Qings bulge.
“Don't speak ill of my deputies in my damn palace!” Feng Xin argues back. “stop fighting it. the second my cock touches you all i’ll hear is ‘please’ and ‘don’t stop.’ don’t pretend you don’t want it too.”
Mu Qing stops pushing Feng Xin away, instead choosing to yank him closer for a kiss, pissed off and wanting to draw blood. Feng Xins hands wander lower, hiking Mu Qings leg against his hip and pressing his cock harder against Mu Qing.
to Mu Qings dismay, Feng Xin avoids his kiss and leans down to bite at his collar bone, exposed by his dipping collar. Mu Qing whines, cheeks growing pinker in slight embarrassment. “Feng Xin what-“
“You want me to kiss you?” Feng Xin huffs against Mu Qings neck. “Ask nicely.”
Mu Qing rolls his eyes and bucks his hips upward so he’s basically dry humping against Feng Xins exposed cock. “In your fucking dreams.” He spits out, shoving weakly against Feng Xins shoulder as his pleasure spikes.
“Suit yourself.” Feng Xin hums, finally managing to part Mu Qings robe enough for Mu Qings cock to be freed.
Feng Xin lifts up Mu Qings leg by his hip and brings it over his shoulder, bringing them impossibly closer. It takes a little bit of manoeuvring for Feng Xin to press the head of his cock against Mu Qings ass, but with twin groans that leave their mouths once Feng Xin finally slips in, they start moving in tandem.
Mu Qing tips his head back at the burning stretch of not preparing properly beforehand, the only thing keeping him from intolerable pain is his godly status, their activities from the previous night, and a fourth round in the morning.
Mu Qings mouth drops open at a particularly hard thrust and he moans horrendously loud, gasping at the end as Feng Xin keeps going. “Do-Dont St-op!” Mu Qings voice breaks into a gasp at the last word. He brings his hands up to Feng Xins neck to pull him closer.
“Fuck- Fuck baby-“ Feng Xin gasps too, forehead knocking against Mu Qing as their breaths intermingle. “Still so fucking tight for me-“
Mu Qing whines at that, eyes rolling back as Feng Xin thrusts in once, slow and deep, the tip of his cock nailing directly against his spot, before he resumes his previous pace. “Feng Xin- If- If you stop I’ll fucking-“
Feng Xin just chuckles, slowing down to go deeper again, making sure to press hard against Mu Qings spot so he clenches around Feng Xins cock. “Threatening me?” He asks, though it comes out slightly unstable.
Mu Qing ignores him in favour of rolling his hips upward, depending solely on Feng Xins body to hold him up, as the leg that was supporting him is trembling with a mixture of exertion and pleasure.
Mu Qing tilts his face up, an attempt to capture Feng Xins lips in his own, and he whines embarrassingly high as Feng Xin moves away again, not giving Mu Qing what he wants. “Kiss me.” Mu Qing whispers.
Feng Xin ignores him and wraps his fist around Mu Qings cock, causing his hips to buck up as Feng Xin twists his hand at the tip, drinking in Mu Qings reaction.
Mu Qings mouth drops open in a barely there gasp as his body shudders, the way he reacted, Feng Xin could have though Mu Qing had come already if it weren’t from him whispering that he was close against Feng Xins neck.
“Kiss me- Plea-please!” Mu Qings voice breaks out in a sob as his pleas grow nonsensical, repeating the words over and over again.
“Feng Xin please-!” Mu Qing moans out, voice breaking at the pace Feng Xin was fucking into him at and at his pleas being denied.
Feng Xin drives into him relentlessly, hoping to hear more of Mu Qings broken, sulky and absolutely desperate please.
“Kiss me A-Xin- A-Xin why won’t you- please kiss me?” Mu Qings voice lilts up at the last word, pure want seeping off his tongue..
Feng Xin gives in then, close himself and cockily satisfied at making Mu Qing beg.
He leans down and kisses Mu Qing, their lips moving in tandem as Mu Qing moans into the kiss. Loud, unfiltered and probably heard all the way inside the palace walls.
Mu Qings walls tighten and tense periodically around Feng Xins cock, milking Feng Xin as they both start to come together
Mu Qing is panting messily into Feng Xins mouth as both of them refuse to part for air, something gods need scarcely anyway.
Mu Qings hips stutter as Feng Xin doesn’t stop, hand twisting around Mu Qings spurting cock. Feng Xin himself feels suddenly that Mu Qings clenching walls are all too tight suddenly, as he presses into Mu Qing for one last time before pulling out with a satisfied groan.
Mu Qing groans too, leg sliding off Feng Xins shoulder before he slumps forward, lips finding Feng Xins again in a lazy makeout, lips slick and chins wet from how messy they were just seconds prior.
“Dont,” Mu Qing murmurs as Feng Xins hands find Mu Qings waist again, hand patting his side to steady him,”you dare do that again.” Mu Qing finishes, sighing as he’s pulled into an embrace by Feng Xins larger frame.
“No promises.” Feng Xin chuckles, filing away the fact that Mu Qing ended up coming finally just from being kissed.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”