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A fist flew through the air, hitting Feng Xin square in the jaw before he had any time to react. He stumbled back, fingers pressing against his busted lip while he froze, looking dumbfounded.
“Shit! Fuck!” He cursed as soon as he found his voice. He spun around to face Mu Qing, who had just rushed up to him inside of his own palace. Mu Qing went ahead and let himself inside. “What the fuck was that for?!”
Mu Qing’s hands were balled up at his sides while he glared miserable at Feng Xin. The brown haired man stared incredulously at him, licking his bloodied lip. Mu Qing just glared, at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? I have no idea?
“Well?” He pressed, “Why did you punch me?!” He asked again, and Mu Qing could tell he was seconds away from returning the favor. He just stood there, fury blazing in his eyes, jaw clenched tight, and lips wobbling. Feng Xin shouted. “Answer me!”
“I don’t know!” Mu Qing shouted with his eyes shut tight. “I don’t know.” He repeated, quieter. He supposed that is what he was supposed to say. His head lowered and, facing away, his eyes opened once more. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, he was just so angry at… What is he angry at? And now he’s showing remorse? In front of Feng Xin of all people!
Feng Xin gave the blacked haired man a once over, looking incredibly confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asked. Mu Qing glanced up and saw the smallest hint of concern on the other’s face. He scowled. He didn’t need Feng Xin’s concern, or his pity, or his anything.
“Nothing.” He snapped bluntly, then crossed his arms and turned to walk away. But he paused his step for only a second. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He muttered bitterly before continuing to walk. He thought that he might as well apologize for his unwarranted outburst, even if it’s out of character.
But Feng Xin chased him and grabbed his shoulder to root him into place.
“Stop. What’s wrong.” It didn’t even sound like a question, more of an order. Mu Qing swatted at his hand, irritated that Feng Xin was trying to make him speak. But, still, he stopped trying to walk away. “It’s nothing, really. I said I’m sorry. Forget about it.”
Feng Xin gave him a pointed look. Mu Qing just rolled his eyes and dropped his gaze to the floor. He hated when Feng Xin pretended to care. He hated when the man tried to act like he knew what was going on in his mind.
Feng Xin relented, “Fine.” Mu Qing gave a quick glance up, surprised that he actually stopped pressing. “But at least tell me how to help. You shouldn’t be walking around angry, you’ll end up destroying half the Capitol like that.” And with that, he was met with a strong glare and a deep scowl. Feng Xin always had to tease, huh?
“I will not.” He denied. “And I don’t need help.” He insisted. But he didn’t walk away immediately like he had intended, no, a passing thought had stopped him in his place. He looked to the side, contemplating if this was a good idea. It wasn’t. But he was a little desperate.
He met Feng Xin’s eyes, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “Well, actually…” He mumbled, scratching his nail bed to occupy his mind. “I guess there’s something, but it’s stupid. And you won’t want to… do that.”
He immediately regretted opening his mouth, but he couldn’t walk away now. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to. He just didn’t want to accept that he wanted to stay in Feng Xin’s palace.
Feng Xin just furrowed his eyebrows and raised his head, like Mu Qing was being silly by saying that. “You don’t know that. What is it? What do you need?”
Mu Qing felt confused for a moment. Why was Feng Xin trying to help? But Mu Qing figured that he was just trying to be a friend. He appreciated that.
“Well, I wanted… wanted to…” He began to murmur, feeling a bit of shame and embarrassment and fear, but then he scolded himself for being so shy. That’s not like him. He looked straight into Feng Xin’s eyes and completely schooled his expression. “I want to have sex.”
Feng Xin just blinked before bursting out laughing. He clutched his stomach and Mu Qing frowned. “I’m not kidding.”
The brown haired man’s laughter slowed into a nervous chuckle, then he cleared his throat. “You aren’t—“ He paused as confusion overtook his expression, then he pointed firmly at the other. “You? You aren’t kidding? Seriously?”
Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “I told you it was stupid. And, well, it’s supposed to feel good right? And General Pei said it’s stress relieving.” He explained, voice calm as usual, but he couldn’t get his body to cooperate. He crossed his arms, his foot kept taping the ground, and he couldn’t look Feng Xin in the eye.
Feng Xin raised a skeptic eyebrow. “You talked to General Pei about sex?”
“No!” Mu Qing denied immediately. “I just overheard him talking about it.” His cheeks dusted a faint pink. He could feel it and he didn’t particularly enjoy it. “I’ve been thinking a lot, and I think I want to try it.”
Feng Xin just blinked and rubbed the back of his neck. “What about your cultivation? And who would you do that with…?”
“I have a new path of cultivation that I’m trying to transition to. I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while…” He finally looked up to meet the other’s eyes. “And, who do you think?”
Feng Xin looked like he was thinking for a long time, then he had a look unsure realization. He very slowly pointed a finger towards himself and stuttered out. “M— Me…? Me?”
Mu Qing scoffed. “Yes you! Who else?”
“Well, I don’t know? Why would you want to do that with me?!” Feng Xin shouted in defense.
“Because you’re the only person I know well enough to trust! I don’t want to have sex with a stranger! It feels wrong!” Mu Qing scrambled to explain, blushing at his own admission.
Feng Xin just opened and closed his mouth several times, scratching the back of his head. “Well, I— Okay. Yeah, okay.”
Mu Qing looked him up and down, shaking his head in confusion. “Okay?” He echoed. “Does that mean you.. want to?”
“Well, yeah. I wouldn’t.. If it will help, I wouldn’t mind…” He mumbled awkwardly. Mu Qing blinked. He just stared at the other for a long time. It was to the point where Feng Xin began to squirm.
“Will you kiss me?” He finally asked, rather bluntly he realized.
But Feng Xin wasn’t exactly phased, he just nodded slowly before stepping forwards to close the distance between them. He cupped Mu Qing’s face and pressed their lips together.
Mu Qing didn’t close his eyes right away. He was shocked by how gentle it felt. It was one of the most gentle touches he’d ever received from Feng Xin. No, it was one of the most gentle touches he’d ever received.
But he was ripped from his thoughts by the feeling of warm air against his lips. “You know you’re supposed to move your lips, right?”
Mu Qing hit his chest with a fist while a furious, real blush reached his face. “Yes, I’m not stupid! I just wasn’t ready yet!” He shouted, pulling away to cool his cheeks. But he quickly added: “I’m ready now.”
They brushed lips again, and this time Mu Qing actually moved his lips along with Feng Xin. He closed his eyes and sighed while his hands moved to grasp Feng Xin’s shoulders.
It was nice. He realized it was quite nice. Feng Xin’s lips were slightly chapped, but the skin was still soft and not dry. Mu Qing hated seeing dry, chapped lips. He couldn’t imagine what they would feel like.
But he stopped kissing for a moment when he felt his lips become wet. Feng Xin had licked him. He only licked Mu Qing’s top lip, but it caught him off guard. His lips parted in surprise and his eyes opened a crack, but his eyes widened much more when the other man’s tongue invaded his mouth. Feng Xin must have taken his parted lips as an invitation.
He blinked, but didn’t fight it. It felt strange, but not bad. But he didn’t know what to do, he’d never kissed anyone before. He tried to copy what Feng Xin did, but ultimately, the other took over. Mu Qing didn’t like relinquishing control, but he felt.. calm? Good? Safe?
Safe. Safe sounds right.
Feng Xin pulled away for a moment. “Are you okay?” He asked. Mu Qing nodded, a little dazed.
“Do you want to move to my bedroom?” Mu Qing nodded again. Feng Xin rested a hand on the back of Mu Qing’s shoulder and whisked him away to his bedchamber.
Mu Qing wasn’t completely sure what was happening until his back was pressed against silky sheets. A warm mouth was enveloping his own once more. He thought maybe Pei Ming was right, it is kind of stress relieving, or maybe his mind was just too fuzzy to think of anything stressful right away.
Lips pressed against his neck and he forgot to breathe. His mind got fuzzier before he remembered to breathe and took a deep breath. Then the fog began to clear when teeth nibbled his collar bone and nerves struck his heart. He realized that maybe Pei Ming was wrong.
But he was in too deep and it was just a few first time jitters, right? He just needed to get into it. He closed his eyes and rested a hand on the back of Feng Xin’s head. Focusing on that warm mouth, the small licks and nibbles he received on his neck started to feel nicer. Or maybe he just convinced himself it felt nice. Either way, it wasn’t bad.
“Are you okay?” The sudden voice below his ear had him opening his eyes. He nodded earnestly.
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Hold on—“ He sat up and shed his outer robe. He wanted to get started. He needed to get started. He outstretched his arm and let his robe fall off the side of the bed.
After he laid back down, Feng Xin ran his hands down the sides of Mu Qing’s abdomen. They were warm and left little tingles that lingered on his skin. He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest while he stared at those hands.
Feng Xin began to undress as well. He shed both his outer and inner robes and Mu Qing stared at his tanned skin. Mu Qing knew that the brown haired man was bigger than him, muscle wise. He was just tall and bulky. His shoulders were broad, his biceps were large, and his abdomen was defined.
Mu Qing looked nothing like him. He was shorter and his muscles were less defined. He was strong and muscular, yes, but he was thin. He didn’t have the handsome broad shoulders that other martial gods had. He didn’t have the perfect biceps that the man in front of him had.
His arms wrapped around himself as he quietly stared, lost in thought.
“Hey, are you alright?” He looked up when he heard the concerned voice of Feng Xin. He blinked before taking a deep breath and played off his anxiety with a quick stretch.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just want to get started soon.” He replied smoothly while resting an arm under his head to appear more relaxed.
Feng Xin nodded and began to undress Mu Qing further, parting his inner robe. Mu Qing didn’t make any move to resist, but he definitely felt his chest spark with anxiety. This felt too intimate and he just spent so much time comparing their bodies. There was no way he’d be able to do this while looking Feng Xin in the eye.
He sat up to help remove his robe and then he removed his pants before Feng Xin had the chance. But he didn’t lay back down on his back.
“I want to do it this way.” He murmured before turning around, giving his back to Feng Xin. He didn’t lower himself down just yet, instead he sat on his heels. He did not want to expose himself like that just yet.
He felt warm hands on his bare shoulders and he had to repress a shiver. They were so gentle. It made him self conscious.
“Why? Wouldn’t that be a bit much for your first?” He asked, so softly, so kindly. Mu Qing closed his eyes and hung his head.
“No.” He denied, lightly shaking his head. “I think this will be best for me. I want to do it this way.” He repeated and leaned back against that strong chest when he felt tender kisses against his shoulders. He wouldn’t have to look at Feng Xin this way. He wouldn’t have to compare their bodies. He wouldn’t have to hide the inevitable shame on his face.
“Alright, I have some oil in my bathroom. Let me go grab it.” And then the warm body was gone from behind him. That was alright. Mu Qing took that moment to collect himself.
This would be good. He couldn’t possibly back down now. What would Feng Xin think of him? No, this would be good.
It wasn’t long at all before that warm body was back and the bed dipped behind him. He felt another kiss, this one to his ear. “Relax, Mu Qing.” He soothed and very slightly pushed him forward by the shoulders. He got the message and positioned himself on his hands and knees. He felt awkward and desperately tried to keep his legs from shaking, but he couldn’t keep his hands from doing the same.
“We can stop anytime, okay? Just say the word.” Feng Xin ran and hand up and down his spine before pressing on the curve of it. “Just arch your back a little..”
Mu Qing buried his face in the pillow and felt his stomach twist, but it would get better. Feng Xin was being so kind and gentle, there was no way it could feel anything but good.
“Okay,” he mumbled into the pillow. “But I don’t want you to stop.” He added, making sure his voice was loud enough to hear.
“Well, I want you to know that we can.” Feng Xin replied, still rubbing his back.
“Yes, I know. But I… I want you to make me forget myself.” He argued, clinging tightly to the fabric of the pillow he was hugging.
Feng Xin’s hand stuttered on his back before both hands found his shoulders. “I— Is everything alright?” His thumbs rubbed circles on his skin.
Mu Qing nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yes, I just— I want this.” He insisted. If he was going to have sex right now, he’d rather forget how to think than let his mind wander.
“Okay, that’s— alright. Then, can you at least pick a safe word?”
Mu Qing turned his head to peek over his shoulder. His confusion was clear enough on his face for Feng Xin to continue.
“So that I know if you want to stop.”
Mu Qing stayed quiet, trying to think of something. “Uhm.. I don’t— I’m not sure what word to use. Can you…?” His voice trailed off and he silently scolded himself for being so obviously insecure.
But Feng Xin didn’t mention it. “How about red. Just say red if you want to stop.”
“Okay, yeah. That sounds fine. Can we start now?” If he sounded snippy, then he wouldn’t seem shy or nervous. Right?
“Yeah, yeah. We’re starting.” Feng Xin muttered. There was the sound of glass clinking against glass as Feng Xin removed the cap of the bottle of oil. He poured some on his fingers before placing the cap back on and setting the bottle on the bedside table.
Mu Qing waited in nervous anticipation, then flinched slightly when he felt cold fingers rub against his entrance. One of Feng Xin’s fingers slowly prodded inside of him and Mu Qing had to clench his teeth.
It wasn’t comfortable, a little painful, but more so just a tight fit. He made a little grunt as the finger reached inside, stopping at the knuckle. He felt a hand on his hip.
“Relax, Mu Qing.” He murmured and leaned down to press a kiss to his spine.
“Another.” The black haired man ordered. He just needed more.
Feng Xin hesitated a moment before Mu Qing felt another finger pushing inside. He hissed quietly at the stretch. He’d never had something inside of him before. He couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it.
The two fingers rocked in and out, ever so gentle, until they could move smoothly. Then Feng Xin began to curl his fingers. It felt much nicer than before and Mu Qing moaned softly into the pillow.
Feng Xin asked him every so often if he was doing alright, every time to which Mu Qing responded with a yes. He appreciated it.
Mu Qing’s moans gradually grew in volume once Feng Xin found the right spot. It made him feel so good. It made him feel so gross.
But it wasn’t enough for him to get away from his thoughts. His mind kept trailing back to how Feng Xin’s body was better than his. How he was so ugly in comparison. How Feng Xin was probably judging him. How he was probably making such a huge mistake right now.
He needed that to stop.
Feng Xin didn’t even get the chance to add a third finger before Mu Qing decided he needed more. “I’m ready. I need more.”
Feng Xin stopped moving his fingers, but he didn’t remove them. “Not yet, I haven’t stretched you enough. It’ll hurt.” I refused.
“I don’t care!” Mu Qing snapped. “Please! I just need more. I promise it’ll be fine and I’ll tell you to stop if it isn’t.” He persuaded, knowing fully well he wouldn’t tell him to stop. His ego was much too big for that.
But that was good enough for Feng Xin. He removed his fingers. “Alright, as long as you promise to tell me to stop if you need to.” He slipped off his pants and kicked them off the bed, then grabbed the glass bottle of oil.
“Promise.” Mu Qing mumbled while he heard the wet sound of Feng Xin applying oil to himself. His breathing got heavier when he felt something much larger than he anticipated poke at his entrance.
Feng Xin pushed in and Mu Qing could have sworn he was being ripped apart. It hurt like nothing he’d felt before. His breath hitched and he held it in his chest. The pain only grew the deeper the other man went. That was bad. Really bad.
My Qing began to panic, but he’d rather die than mention it. How embarrassing! Instead, he bit the pillow beneath him and screwed his eyes shut.
Hot tears pricked at his eyes. He wasn’t one to cry, but dammit, he couldn’t hold them back! He pressed his face into the pillow to the point he couldn’t breathe if he wanted to.
His ears were ringing, but he could still clearly hear Feng Xin asking if he was okay. Ever the gentleman.
“I’m fine, don’t stop.” Is all he said, forcing the words through his tight throat. Feng Xin didn’t ask again until he was buried fully in Mu Qing.
He could feel everything. The ache in his spine, the way he stretched around Feng Xin, the gentle hands on his hips, the depth at which the other man was buried. He squeezed around the length inside him and moaned softly, although it was out of pain more than anything else.
Mu Qing thought it wasn’t so bad. It hurt like hell, but for a moment the pain was all he could care about. His mind actually went blank. Maybe Pei Ming was right.
Feng Xin was rubbing his side and waiting patiently for any sign to continue. He was too nice. It made Mu Qing feel sick. He didn’t deserve that kindness. He wanted to forget that too.
“Move.” He gritted out eventually. “I need it, I’m ready.”
Feng Xin began to move, rocking slowly in and out. Mu Qing felt every drag of his cock and he didn’t know what to make of it. It didn’t feel good, it still hurt, it was overwhelming and uncomfortable. Did people really enjoy this?
“Faster.” He ordered, pushing back again Feng Xin. He figured that he just needed more. If he got more, his mind would turn to mush.
But Feng Xin just gripped his hips tighter to keep him still. “Not yet, I don’t want to hurt you.” He refused. “It’s only your first time.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss between Mu Qing’s shoulder blades.
And, oh, how he hated that. It made his heart stutter in his chest right before filling with warmth. It made his throat tight. It scared him.
He sucked in a breath. “I’m fine, you won’t hurt me.” He grumbled, trying to sound annoyed rather than bittersweet. “I want it. Use me. I want you to use me.”
But Feng Xin did the opposite, much to Mu Qing’s dismay. “You what?” He asked, unsure as his thrusts slowed to a snails pace.
Mu Qing groaned, loud. “Feng Xin! Hurry up! What part of make me forget myself do you not understand?!” He cursed, rocking his hips himself.
He heard Feng Xin scoff and then grunt, no doubt from pleasure. Pleasure Mu Qing was clearly missing out on.
“Fine. But don’t get mad at me when you can’t walk tomorrow.” He retorted and the fingers on his hips turned bruising. Feng Xin pulled out and his hips snapped forward, the motion rocked Mu Qing with it.
He gasped and tears sprung to his eyes. Shit, that hurt! Of course he didn’t say that out loud, only grunted when Feng Xin did it again, then again, and again.
It hurt. It really hurt. But it would get better if he waited. It was supposed to hurt at first. That’s what he had heard.
But the longer it went on, the more he realized that it wasn’t really getting better. He just couldn’t shut his thoughts up. He thought it would make his mind go blank. His mind was supposed to go blank!
Feng Xin’s head was on his shoulder now and he was grunting with the occasional moan. Mu Qing actually didn’t mind that so much. At least someone was enjoying themself.
The pain didn’t last forever, but the pleasure never stayed for long. Mu Qing would moan with Feng Xin every so often, his voice muffled by the pillow he was biting. But, it still didn’t feel right.
He felt sick. Feng Xin would plunge deep inside of him, wringing out small bursts of pleasure that turned into nausea. He felt gross. He felt dirty.
All too sudden, the feeling of his spiritual power draining away became much too unbearable. He didn’t know when he started to cry, maybe he was crying the whole time.
It was too much. It wasn’t doing what it was supposed to. The pillow beneath him was soggy and it felt gross.
He tried to force a moan to sound like he was enjoying this, because of course he would never actually show Feng Xin this disgusting vulnerability. Especially not after he was the one to initiate this! No, never.
And he did force a moan, but the breathlessness that came from crying added on top of sex seemed to be his downfall. The sound took the air from his lungs and when he gasped more air, it turned into a shuddering nasally sound.
Feng Xin of course noticed this and slowed to speak to Mu Qing. “Are you alright, Qing-er?” His voice was also breathless and sounded edged with pleasure.
But Mu Qing wasn’t focused on how much Feng Xin seemed to be enjoying himself, no, he focused on that little slip. He and the other martial god had their differences, they always fought, and they never used nicknames with each other. But Feng Xin must have been too far gone to realize, unlike Mu Qing.
He was already crying, and Feng Xin was on to him, so he figured—Fuck it.
His shoulders shook with silent cries muffled by the pillow, but the pillow couldn’t stop the faint sniffles.
“Mu Qing?” Feng Xin questioned and the concern in his voice had the smaller man holding back sobs. How dare Feng Xin try to sound worried? About him of all people?
Feng Xin seemed to realize that Mu Qing wasn’t having much fun and he immediately backed away, pulling out of the man beneath him. “Okay, okay, uhm—red. We’re stopping.” He said, a bit frantic as he pulled the black haired man to sit up.
Mu Qing didn’t protest and took the pillow with him. He’d never cried like this before. It was humiliating. But he’d rather cry in front of Feng Xin than leave and let the entirety of heaven see him.
Mu Qing didn’t realize that he’d been pulled into a hug until he felt a hand in his hair. Feng Xin’s fingers combed through the long inky strands and whispered to him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. What’s wrong? What happened? Did I do something?”
Mu Qing was immediately shaking his head. “No, no, you didn’t—it’s not you.” He didn’t like crying, his voice wavered and hiccuped like a child. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
Now Feng Xin was shaking his head. “No, it’s okay. Just—breathe. Yeah, just breathe.”
It took an embarrassing amount of time for Mu Qing to stop sobbing into that poor soaked pillow. But he did calm down eventually. And now he felt entirely exposed, not just physically.
He was curled up in Feng Xin’s lap as the man rocked them both side to side. He was weirdly good at being comforting and Mu Qing couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed, just surprised and a little mortified.
They both stayed quiet for a while. Mu Qing rested his head on Feng Xin’s chest and covered himself as best he could with that pillow.
“Can you grab my robes..” He finally mumbled once he realized how naked he felt.
Feng Xin wasted no time getting up and gathering the pile of clothing discarded by the bed. He sorted through them and handed Mu Qing his pants and inner robe.
Neither of them spoke as they dressed and neither of them spoke when they finished. Mu Qing thought he should leave, but he couldn’t move his legs. Even if he could, they’d probably be too jelly like to support him.
“What happened? Can you tell me?” Feng Xin finally broke the silence. Mu Qing didn’t look up, he stared at his tangled fingers. He couldn’t help but fidget to distract himself.
“Well, I…” His voice was hoarse and barely there. He cleared his throat. “I’ve been kind of tired and stressed recently because of some prayers and I thought that fighting you would help. Fighting usually helps me blow off steam, but I felt bad after I punched you and that’s when I remembered what I heard General Pei saying. So, I thought that.. this would help, but it didn’t.” He explained, swallowing around the lump in his throat with a sniffle. He hated that he couldn’t stop crying.
“And, well… Shit, I think I just needed a h-hug.” He added with a dry chuckle, rubbing at his eyes.
Feng Xin listened with a frown. Mu Qing felt the man’s warm fingers travel up and down his back. “Honestly, you shouldn’t listen to anything General Pei says.” He murmured, no doubt trying to lighten the mood. “But.. why were you crying? Are you hurt? Y’know, I tried to warn you.”
Mu Qing was already shaking his head. “No, no. I’m not hurt. Well—I’m not that hurt.” He chuckled silently.
“I cried because, uh, I don’t think I like sex. I just got overwhelmed. I thought I would like it if I just gave it some time, but…” He voice trailed off and he twiddled his thumbs.
“… and my body… My body doesn’t look like yours, and I got embarrassed. I just got in my head, I guess.”
Feng Xin frowned further. “Your body? What, do you not like your body?”
Mu Qing thought he seemed genuinely confused, and that confused Mu Qing. “Well, I— I don’t know! I just don’t look strong like you, or the other martial gods.”
“But you are strong.” Feng Xin said matter-of-factly, like he just solved all the issues.
“I know that!” Mu Qing shouted. “I just—! It doesn’t even matter.” He waved his hands around dismissively before pointing an accusatory finger at Feng Xin. “But you—Why did you call me that? Like you care about me, and shit.”
Feng Xin stared at him incredulously. “Call you what?”
“Qing-er!”
Feng Xin blinked and then sputtered.
“Wha— You— What?!”
“Qing-er, I called you that because I love you. You’re like—my best friend! Of course I care about you—You think I don’t care about you?!”
Mu Qing just stared at the other man as he got riled up. He didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t think he could say anything if he did know. He just.. stared.
Feng Xin grabbed his hands and calmed down enough to stare into Mu Qing’s eyes.
“Listen, we’ve both been through some shit, and we don’t always get along— but, I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. Okay?”
Mu Qing couldn’t find his voice. He thought his heart was beating a little too fast. He thought his face felt a little too hot. He thought his lips wobbled a little too much.
“You… B-But, why?” He stammered out a whisper.
“Why? I don’t know. We’ve known each other for forever. And you’re a pain in the ass, but I like having you around.”
Feng Xin, ever the tease apparently. “I like having you around too…” Mu Qing admitted, his voice coming out strangled.
Feng Xin smiled and released Mu Qing’s hands. “We can talk about this more later, but do you want to rest for now? You look tired.” He suggested, brushing away the strands of hair that stuck to Mu Qing’s drying cheeks.
“Yeah.. Yeah, that sounds good.” He said, still staring stupidly at the other man.
Feng Xin took it upon himself to lay back down, taking Mu Qing with him. He laid the frozen martial god against his chest and draped an arm over his shoulder.
“You said you think you just needed a hug right? Does this count? Do you feel better?” He asked and Mu Qing could hear the stupid smirk on his face.
“Yeah, this is fine I guess. It’s not.. that bad.” He replied dismissively, but his tone did not express the barrage of emotions he felt.
He loves me. He actually loves me.