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'I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?'
Control - Halsey
The garlic and ginger sizzle as they hit the hot oil in the pot, their fragrance filling the kitchen in an instant. His ingredients are all prepped and set to the side awaiting their turn, like perfect little soldiers, though it seems every time he looks over more of his little soldiers seem to be missing.
“He Tian, I swear to God if you don't stop picking at the ingredients, I'm going to cut one of your fingers off.”
He Tian doesn't even have the good sense to look repentant as he pops yet another piece of produce into this mouth. As his hand reaches for its next victim, the sharp thud of the meat cleaver hitting the wooden cutting board stops him dead in his tracks.
The look on Mo Guan Shan's face is absolutely murderous, “Try it again, I dare you.”
The taller man throws his hands up in mock defeat, “I surrender.”
It does not escape Mo's notice that the cheeky grin doesn't leave He Tian's face – he may be surrendering but he certainly isn't sorry.
“Damn straight.” Mo says while wrenching the knife out of the cutting board, “Now get the hell out of the kitchen. I'm tired of you hovering around and screwing everything up.”
“Yes chef.” He Tian obeys, stopping first to place a kiss on the back of Mo's neck just to piss the redhead off before he goes.
Mo momentarily bristles at the contact but heaves a sigh of relief once he is finally left alone to move freely about the kitchen. It's not that he minds having He Tian around, it's just that he has a tendency to want to be the center of Mo's attention regardless of their surroundings. When he's trying to cook, Mo can't have his attention divided between He Tian and the food, if he tried to do that they would end up eating nothing but burnt dishes all of the time. Luckily, He Tian's mood seems to be rather cheerful so he doesn't think he'll have to do any damage control. Sulky He Tian is definitely his least favorite to deal with because he's so immature.
He's starting to get used to the layout of the He household kitchen which is much larger and grander than any he has ever been in before. It is also surprisingly well stocked with utensils and cookware considering it doesn't appear that anyone in the home ever cooks. Despite the grandeur, he would much rather be hanging out at He Tian's apartment or even his own shabby one bedroom unit but that apparently isn't an option right now. Ever since He Tian started to work closely with his brother, his presence at the main house has apparently become essential and non negotiable. Mo Guan Shan doesn't understand any of it but this is the only way he can spend any time at all with He Tian and they already spend so little together as it is. He never breathes a word to He Tian about it, he can't even imagine how smug and annoying the other man would be if he ever were to admit that he would like to spend more time with him. No way, he'd rather deal with whatever loneliness or dissatisfaction he feels on his own. Besides, it is his understanding that He Tian doesn't have much, if any, control over his current situation anyway so it would just be one more thing to burden him with.
Still, he hates being in this house because even if he can't see them, he knows he has eyes on him at all times. Between that and the barely concealed contempt that He Tian's brother seems to have for him, he's never able to relax here.
He tries to shake off the intrusive thoughts as he adds the pork to the pot to sear. He steps back and turns down the flame as the oil begins to spit and his back comes into contact with something warm and solid.
Mo groans in irritation, throwing his elbow back to rid himself of the annoyance. “I thought I told you to get lost.”
The figure behind him doesn't budge an inch and it takes a few seconds after he hears the deep grunt to realize his mistake. He had been under the impression that it was He Tian lurking behind him but the voice, the height and the physique don't match.
Oh fuck.
As he whips around to face his mistake he prays that it isn't He Cheng and lucky for him, that small prayer is answered but the alternative isn't much better. Brother Qiu stands there with his brow cocked, looking down at Mo with eyes as hard as stone.
“I- I thought you were He Tian, I swear.” He stutters in explanation, hands up in a silent bid for peace.
The wolfish grin that blossoms on Brother Qiu's face just further sets him on edge and he swears that the larger man flexes his pecs in some show of intimidation.
It's effective, Mo will give him that.
Mo is preparing to get his ass kicked, hell it wouldn't be the first time Brother Qiu came at him but that had always been He Tian's fault. Technically, this was He Tian's fault too but he doesn't think that excuse will get him anywhere this time.
“Smells good.” Qiu announces, crowding further into Mo's space to get a look at the contents of the pot.
“Huh?” Mo dumbly utters because he had been anticipating some form of physical retaliation. He's momentarily stunned by other man's presence as his large chest presses against him and he's overtaken by Qiu's surprisingly pleasing cologne. He snaps out of that train of thought as his brain catches up with the situation he quickly uses the new direction of conversation to his advantage.
“It's just braised pork with rice, not really anything special.” He explains as he turns his back to the other man to stir the ingredients around again so that everything can cook evenly. In that moment he remembers something, “Actually this is what I made when we got stranded on that mountain. You were supposed to get some but those animals ate it all before you got any and Jian Yi was a moron and forgot all the utensils.”
Brother Qiu's face darkens at the memory, not only had he been put in charge of babysitting duty but he'd had to do it on an empty stomach.
Noticing the dark change in the other man's demeanor, Mo continues with his peace making negotiation. “But I promise you'll get to eat it this time. I'll even make sure you get the first plate, if you're interested.”
The promise seems to assuage the larger man's irritation and he nods in acceptance. Mo looks at the expanse of muscles beneath Qiu's shirt as he walks away and thanks every God he can think of that he managed to dodge a beating from that man.
Man, he really hates it here.
As per usual, the smell of dinner summons his boyfriend before he does. He Tian returns to the kitchen but keeps a respectful distance, seating himself at one of the bar stools set up along the counter. Mo ignores him as he plates everything, finishing the dish off with a sprinkle of sliced green onion for color and presentation. He grabs a pair of chopsticks and walks around the counter, He Tian already has his hands out ready to grab the plate, with a cheerful, “Thanks for the meal!”
Mo swerves out of his grasp before he can get his hands on it. “This isn't for you.”
He doesn't bother to acknowledge the dumbstruck look on He Tian's face or the shout of, “Well who is it for then?!”
It takes a minute for him to find the older man but he eventually locates Brother Qiu out on the patio beside the pool smoking a cigarette. He sets the plate down on one of the outdoor tables and nods his head in Qiu's direction.
This time the smile he gets from Qiu seems to be more genuine, “Thanks kid.”
He tries not to take offense to the nickname, he's well aware that he's several years younger than Qiu but that didn't make him a child. “No problem,” he says before awkwardly shuffling away and back into the kitchen, ignoring the heat he feels burning at the back of his neck.
Upon his return, he sees that He Tian is sulking and he curses the entire afternoon. Today sucks, he didn't even want to come here in the first place but He Tian didn't give him a choice as he all but shoved Mo into his too fancy car earlier in the day after his class. Now he has to spend dinner trying to soothe He Tian's bruised ego and he's feeling emotionally drained at the prospect already.
“Stop pouting, it's annoying.”
The frown on He Tian's face deepens at the order. “What was all that about anyway? He's a grown man, he can feed himself.”
Mo scoffs at the stupid comment. “So are you and if you keep up with the attitude you can feed yourself next time. I told him I would bring him a plate when it was done.”
He starts digging into his own food and after a few bites he looks up to see that He Tian hasn't touched his at all. He takes a deep breath to calm himself because he really doesn't feel like dealing with this right now.
“Tian, please just eat. Weren't you the one that asked me to make this?”
For a moment, Mo thinks that He Tian might continue arguing with him but he finally picks up his chopsticks and eats. After a few bites it seems like the dark haired man forgets that he even had a problem in the first place.
“Good?” Mo asks as he continues on with his own food.
“The best.” He Tian affirms and Mo can practically see the little hearts floating around his boyfriends head.
He hides his own pleased smile behind another mouthful. It brings him no small amount of satisfaction that his cooking skills are appreciated by those around him. Mo isn't good at much but he knows he is above average when it comes to cooking. It had been a necessity for him to learn to cook for himself when he was younger since his mom often worked long hours. He had started with basic, ready made meals but as he got older he started to experiment more until he was regularly cooking meals from scratch for himself and his mom. It made him happy that he was able to help with the household duties even if it was in such a small way.
They finish the rest of their meal in a comfortable silence and as repentance for his earlier misbehavior He Tian announces that he will do the dishes. Mo is surprised by the offer but he doesn't really want to do them himself so he easily agrees. When Mo turns to leave He Tian to his chore the taller boy grabs him by the arm.
“Where do you think you're going?” He questions, pulling Mo back and into his embrace. Mo scowls at the manhandling but doesn't pull away. He Tian grabs his boyfriend by the waist and hoists him up and onto the counter.
“Keep me company.” Tian says with a dazzling little smile that makes Mo's heart do irritating back flips.
Mo doesn't want to hang around while He Tian makes a half-assed attempt at washing dishes but he doesn't want to deal with a grouchy boyfriend again and truth be told, he has always has a hard time denying that particular smile, so he stays where he is. “Just hurry up.”
He Tian snaps on a yellow kitchen glove in a move Mo thinks is supposed to be suggestive but just looks silly. He rolls his eyes at the other boys actions and leans back on his hands, watching the sink fill with water and suds. He Tian gets all of one dish washed before he gets sidetracked. He settles himself between the redheads thighs, looking up at him expectantly.
“What do you think you're doing?”
Tian smiles and leans in for a kiss that ends up landing on Mo's neck since the redhead moves away to avoid it landing on his lips.
“Quit procrastinating and get back to work.” Mo grumbles, pushing the other man away with a shove to his shoulder. He Tian immediately brings his hand up to rub at the spot as if the strike actually hurt.
“I can't, Little Mo. You're distracting me.” He Tian explains, his tone far too suggestive for the current situation and location.
“If I'm distracting you, I'll leave.” Mo announces, more than happy to have an excuse to get the hell out of there. “Move.”
“Don't wanna.”
“Do the damn dishes so we can go to bed.”
He Tians eyes widen even as Mo explains over and over that isn't what he means. He's just tired and wants to lay down but there's no getting through to He Tian now. He sets on the dishes like a man possessed and Mo takes the opportunity to make a run for it. He Tian reaches for him but he manages to slip his way out of his grasp thanks to the wet gloves and dish soap.
Feeling victorious as he makes his way to the doorway and to his freedom, he looks back to see He Tian in hot pursuit so he doesn't see the looming obstacle in front of him. He doesn't even know what he's hit as he starts to fall backwards, sure that he's going to land on his ass but a hand fists in the front of his shirt stopping his descent. He's yanked up roughly and set upright again by none other than Brother Qiu who still manages to balance his empty plate in his other hand.
“You okay, little buddy? You're lighter than I thought you were, might have put a little too much strength into that.”
Mo is feeling dazed and a little off center from the whiplash of it all and the unexpected manhandling. He places one hand on the larger mans bicep to keep his head from spinning and that hot feeling on the back of his neck has returned. “Uh, yeah.”
“Food was good. Thanks.” Qiu ruffles the redheads hair with more force than is strictly necessary. Mo doesn't see the way He Tian glares at the older man or the way Qiu condescendingly smirks back at He Tian's obvious annoyance.
The praise is short and simple but it makes the warm, satisfied feeling in Mo's chest bloom all the same. He holds out his hand to take the empty plate from Qiu, who hands it over without question. The tall, platinum blonde doesn't linger, he goes just as quickly as he came heading in the direction of He Cheng's office.
Mo is taken off guard as two strong arms grab him from behind, He Tian squeezes him, just shy of being painful. It's annoying and Mo tries to wriggle away but He Tian holds fast, not allowing for an easy escape. “What's your problem?” It isn't lost on Mo that he is now the one who is sulking.
He Tian nuzzles his forehead against Mo's shoulder. “I'm not in a very good mood right now.”
“That's not my problem. H-hey! Stop it!” He shouts as He Tian's hands snake up underneath his shirt, palming at his chest. Mo can feel the flush creeping up from his neck to stain his cheeks. “What are you thinking?! What if your brother saw us?”
He Tian chuckles darkly against the shell of his ear, “It's going to be your problem since you keep making me jealous.”
Mo scoffs in disbelief, still struggling to swat away He Tian's wandering hands. “What the fuck are you talking about, chicken dick?!”
“Did you think I wouldn't be jealous? With you feeding another man?”
“You're being ridiculous. I cook for our idiot friends all the time and you never bitch about that. Just finish washing the dishes already.”
Finally, He Tian's hold on him relaxes and he thinks he's being set free but it seems the taller man has other plans. Tian releases Mo just enough to turn him around in his arms so that they're face to face and then he crouches down and throws Mo over his shoulder.
It frustrates Mo to no end that He Tian doesn't seem to be burdened by the weight of his entire body on his shoulder, why did this guy have to be so stubborn and strong? Still, he fights back all the same knowing it's a losing battle. There's no way he'll be released at this point, especially since He Tian is headed straight for his bedroom. He Tian opens the door, kicks it shut and tosses Mo on the bed in one fluid motion. Mo only bounces on the mattress twice before the broader man is on top of him, hungry lips attacking his throat and eager hips sliding against his. When he opens his lips open on a gasp, He Tian takes the opportunity to strike and moves his assault to Mo's mouth. Tian nibbles at his bottom lip for a second before licking into Mo's mouth, kissing Mo so deeply he forgets that he's supposed to be annoyed. He puts his hands on He Tian's shoulders but he hasn't decided if it is to push the other man away or keep him rooted to the spot. Another skillful roll of He Tian's talented hips makes Mo's decision for him. He wraps his arms around the broader man's neck and starts actively returning He Tian's kisses and touches.
“Took you long enough to catch up.” He Tian teases when he pulls back long enough for them to get a few breaths in. He hooks an arm around the redheads waist, tugging his shirt up and over his head, then swipes his thumb over one of the pretty pink buds that he has just revealed. “Seeing you like this always puts me in a better mood.”
The comment, though meant to be flattering, immediately makes Mo feel self conscious and he crosses his arms over his bare chest to hide himself from He Tian's lust filled gaze. “Don't say weird things and stop acting on your own like this all the time. I wasn't planning on doing anything like this tonight and I haven't even had a shower yet.”
“It's fine.” He Tian easily dismisses Mo's worries much to the redheads irritation. He has already removed his own shirt and is now slinking across the bed, crowding back into Mo's personal space. “You smell amazing actually. You're wearing the cologne I got you for your birthday, I can tell.”
It's true, he is wearing it but that doesn't make him feel any less insecure. Besides, he has to wear the stuff otherwise He Tian will pout and get upset that he didn't like it or something. He does like it but he nearly had a heart attack when he looked up the price online. If he didn't wear it, it would be a total waste.
“Don't care. I don't want to get into all this tonight. Besides, you're only doing this because you're jealous.”
Something dangerous flashes in He Tian's eyes and Mo swallows against the lump that grows in his throat. He Tian presses him down flat on his back again and bites hard at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Mo Guan Shan can't hold back the shiver that runs through him or the frankly embarrassing whimper at the rough treatment. He hates that he has developed a taste for He Tian's possessive behaviors.
“You know, better than anyone, that I don't need such a petty excuse to want to touch you.” Tian tells him before bending down to run his tongue along one perfect nipple. Mo jolts at the soft, wet touch and barely contains the moan that follows. He Tian has a satisfied look on his face and smiles up at him knowingly. “You know, if I had it my way, I would always have you like this.”
Mo knows it's the truth as he has spent years now on the receiving end of He Tian's attentions. The other man has been obsessed with him since their very first meeting in middle school but Mo didn't break down and accept He Tian's affection until a few years ago. Mo never liked being the center of attention before but somehow with He Tian, he started to feel differently. Even so, it can be intoxicating and overwhelming to be in the sights of someone as passionate and sometimes domineering as He Tian.
He's jolted from his thoughts when He Tian cups his hand over his growing arousal and he unconsciously bucks up into the touch. “He Tian!” He sits up on his elbows and chides loudly before remembering where they are and lowering his voice. “I told you already, I'm not in the mood.”
He Tian quirks a dark brow at him as he begins rubbing at Mo, the redheads length quickly becoming fully hard under his hand. “That's funny, I don't remember you saying anything like that.”
Thinking over it now, Mo supposes he didn't say that exactly but still he had sort of implied it. “I already told you I wasn't planning on doing anything like this tonight so...” He trails off, unable to complete the thought as He Tian swiftly unbuttons his jeans and hooks his finger beneath the waist band of his underwear. The cooler air of the room feels great against his overheated skin as his cock is released and he sighs which only encourages He Tian to continue.
For as selfish and pushy as He Tian can be, he has never forced Mo to do anything in the bedroom that he isn't comfortable with so he holds back for a moment after he divests Mo of all of his clothing. “I'll stop if that's what you want.” He Tian promises him, intently focused on Mo's facial expression, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on Mo's naked hip.
Mo thinks He Tian is being annoying and unfair because how can he really deny him now? He Tian got him all worked up, there's already a little precome beading at his tip and he's struggling against the urge to rock his hips to get more of He Tian's hands on him. He should be spiteful and just go finish himself off in the shower but really this is all He Tian's fault and he should be the one to care of it. So he lays back down and runs his hand along the length of his torso in a gesture that he hopes is seductive. Considering the way He Tian's eyes track every movement he thinks it works. He traces down his body until he comes to his hard and flushed arousal, grasping it firmly and stroking himself once, “ You should take responsibility for this, you started it.”
He is taken aback by how wrecked He Tian looks when they lock eyes again. It takes him off guard and he can't determine why the other man looks that way, maybe he likes that he is being so direct?
“Ordering me around now, Little Mo?” Tian responds, his tone light and teasing as he takes over where Mo left off, grasping Mo's cock in his own hand. The redhead reacts to the touch immediately, pressing his hips up as He Tian lowers his hand on the down-stroke. “That's kinda sexy. Besides how can I refuse?”
Mo tries to roll his eyes but another flick of He Tians wrist has them closing instead so he clicks his tongue in dismissal. “Just make it quick.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
Surprisingly, Tian follows his orders as his hand starts pumping faster. As much as Mo is loathe to admit it, He Tian is incredibly talented in the bedroom. He thinks it has something to do with his keen attention to detail; no breath, gasp or moan goes unnoticed by He Tian and he catalogs them all away for future use. If a certain stroke of his tongue along heated flesh gets a good reaction, he remembers it and uses it again later. If a touch of his fingers seems to fall flat, he discards it.
He Tian stops briefly to discard his own pants and underwear, then he sits back against the headboard and drags Mo into his lap. Taking them both in hand he continues stroking them together, Mo whines at the sensation of He Tian's hot and hard flesh pressed up against his own. He Tian's cock leaks just as much as his does and it makes the slide against one another that much smoother. It gets Mo close to the edge embarrassingly quickly knowing that He Tian is as aroused as he is if the copious amounts of precome and his heavy breathing are anything to judge by. He Tian is busy peppering Mo's chest with love bites, laving his tongue along them once they are a livid red.
Mo doesn't have the presence of mind to recognize that He Tian is actively marking him and in relatively visible places. He's too busy focusing on the pleasure that's coursing through his body as it builds to a crescendo. Attentive as ever, He Tian recognizes the sign of his impending climax and does what he does best; he instigates him. “Are you close, Little Mo?” He coos, trying to act like he's in control even as his own breaths catch on moans. “So am I. Can you see how hard you make me? And just look at the mess we're making.” He illustrates his point by rubbing his thumb against the weeping heads of their cocks, smearing the shiny pre everywhere. Mo can't stand it when He Tian does this, he's already close enough without He Tian's bedroom voice and his dirty talk. It makes him feel weak to the other man's charms and that just further boosts He Tian's ego.
Still, he can't hold back any longer, He Tian is just too good at what he does. He all but wails his warning to his boyfriend, “Tian, I'm gonna...” Mo's mounting pleasure is unceremoniously paused as He Tian grips tightly around his base, staving off his orgasm.
“Wh-What? Why did you stop?” Mo questions, disoriented by the swift change of events. It's uncomfortable and he wants He Tian to keep going, to let him finish.
“Brother Qiu is a really dangerous guy, you know?” He Tian cautions, one hand keeps the vice grip on Mo's cock while the other rubs mercilessly at the weeping tip. “You really shouldn't get anywhere near him.”
The redhead growls in irritation and discomfort. “So you are jealous, you stupid chicken dick! How can you be so ah-!” His tirade is cut short when He Tian relaxes his grip but the relief is only temporary, He Tian strokes him twice before he squeezes Mo harshly again. Mo hisses through his teeth as frustrated tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He's starting to get desperate with his need for release and he doesn't understand why He Tian is being so damn territorial. He has only ever spoken a handful of sentences to Brother Qiu in the entire time he's known him so why the fuck was He Tian so pressed on the issue?
“Tian, please! I don't give a fuck about that guy. You need to stop acting so crazy.”
“You're lying.” He Tian argues and even if there is no heat behind the words Mo can tell that Tian believes it to be true. “I still remember how eager you were to climb on the back of his bike. He drives pretty fast so you would have had to hold him pretty tightly.”
Tian watches the way Mo's chest hitches with shallow breaths and for some reason that sparks a little bit of dark excitement in him. For all of Mo's complaining, his cock has steadily gotten harder even with the lack of stimulation. He likes the effect he's having on his boyfriend. “He's interested in you and I think you're a little interested in him too. If you don't give a fuck about him then why do you always get that look in your eyes when you see him?”
Mo writhes above He Tian, trying to focus on the others words instead of the uncomfortable mounting pressure in his lower region. He practically snarls as he digs his fingernails into He Tian's muscular shoulders, “I don't know what you're talking about. Fuck! Just let me come.”
“Would you beg him too?” Tian muses absently, almost to himself. He then turns his attention back to his boyfriend who is squirming and on the verge of tears. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”
“H-He Tian! I didn't do anything wrong so stop fucking around!” A single tear finally falls from his eye and that seems to snap He Tian out of whatever jealous fit he has worked himself into. He loosens his grip and apologizes, wiping the tear from Mo's cheek.
“You're such a freaking asshole!” Mo grits out, punching He Tian's shoulder for good measure.
“I'm sorry. I know, I know.” He Tian soothes, feeling regret and shame burn in the back of his mind. He shouldn't have taken his frustrations out on Mo, it wasn't fair of him. He's disgusted with himself. He can't believe how easily he gave in to his need for control. How could he allow himself to surrender to his darker impulses without a second thought? “I'll make it up to you, baby. I'll make it good for you.”
Mo relaxes at those words, melting again beneath He Tian's touch. He Tian takes Mo in hand again and somehow his erection hasn't flagged at all despite He Tian's rough treatment and the tears. He Tian seems to completely redirect his focus as he neglects his own hardness, his sole focus is Mo's pleasure. It doesn't take long before Mo has his back arching again, seeking more of that friction. His hips start working in earnest as he chases the orgasm that was so cruelly withheld from him. It's funny to think that the same hand that denied him earlier will be the one to grant him this pleasure now. Anxiety hits him briefly, just before he tips over the edge as if his body is readying itself to be refused again but this time he's able to fall into the blissful feeling as he empties himself all over He Tian's hand and his own stomach.
His boyfriend talks him through it, telling him that he's beautiful and that he's perfect between kisses that he places all along the column of his throat. He Tian's words are embarrassing and intoxicating at the same time. He whines and pushes He Tian's hand away when he starts to feel over stimulated and the other man laughs quietly but gets the hint.
Mo feels sated and exhausted so he goes willingly when He Tian lays him down on the mattress and rearranges his limbs so that Mo is laying on his side with He Tian settling in behind him. He hears the cap of their lube being popped open and starts to stir, intent on telling He Tian off for the umpteenth time that day.
“Relax.” The dark haired man soothes, running his broad hand down Mo's flank in a comforting gesture. “I heard you earlier, I'm just improvising here.”
He bites his tongue and waits to see where his boyfriend plans on going with all of this. He Tian slicks himself up with the lube before pressing his cock between Mo's closed thighs.
“Oh.” Mo murmurs in surprise, still not sure if he's comfortable with this idea but when he hears the satisfied groan that is pulled from the depths of He Tian's chest at the first thrust he decides that he doesn't mind at all. It's a weird sensation but he's thankful that he's able to rest as He Tian works to chase his own pleasure.
“I'm not making this bed if you make a mess, you bastard.” He grumbles, ignoring the way his ears are heating up with every press of He Tian, hot and heavy, between his legs. The broader man only hums in reply, clearly not caring about something so trivial, already completely lost in his pursuit of gratification.
In an attempt to be spiteful Mo squeezes his thighs together as tightly as he can with the intention of giving He Tian a taste of his own medicine. Unfortunately, it has the exact opposite effect as He Tian moans his approval.
“Oh fuck, Mo, you feel so good.” Tian breathes out as his hips work faster. “You're so soft.” His rhythm becoming more erratic as he works himself closer to his own release.
Mo wants to feel annoyed but it's hard to hold onto that irritation when his own body is betraying him, his cock is already half hard again because of He Tian's actions. Once again, he finds himself being swayed by He Tian's whims as he starts to press back into the others thrusts. He knows the other is getting close when the hand that was absently playing with his nipple moves to grasp tightly at his hip. Mo involuntarily moans at a particularly forceful thrust and that seems to be exactly what He Tian needs. His cock pulses, covering the bedspread and Mo's thighs in streaks of white.
The vice grip He Tian has on Mo's hip eases as and then he pulls Mo closer, pressing his lips to his shoulder in a show of appreciation but the gesture doesn't settle the disquiet that Mo feels at all. He's well acquainted with He Tian's jealousy, of course, but still it feels as though he's seen something that he wasn't meant to tonight. For whatever reason, He Tian seems to feel genuinely threatened by Brother Qiu despite Mo's general disinterest in the man.
“I'm sorry.” He Tian whispers the apology into the curve of his shoulder. “I didn't mean to be harsh. Did I scare you?”
“No.” Mo lies, ignoring how cold the arms circled around his waist feel.
He doesn't have the energy to unpack and analyze how he's feeling right now so he doesn't. He shivers and closes his eyes.
Maybe he'll deal with this tomorrow.
Maybe he won't.