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Wrangling an enraged teenage Mu Qing was much more work than Feng Xin anticipated, even with their size and current strength difference. He certainly remembered his hits hurting just as much back then as they did now, but Feng Xin usually had the upper hand when it came to being physically larger — Mu Qing hit his growth spurt much later than they all did due to growing up malnourished, and even now likely still wasn’t at his possible tallest due to ascending not long after he left Xie Lian’s side. He would’ve liked to believe that his size now would be enough, but Feng Xin was holding back on truly restraining him out of fear of hurting him since he didn’t exactly have access to his godly strength at the moment.
“Would you quit struggling? I’m trying to help you!” Feng Xin shouted, arms wrapped around Mu Qing’s waist while he carried him through the streets while avoiding the gazes of nosy gods — or at least tried to.
“Help me? Like hell you are!” Mu Qing continued to thrash, kicking the larger man in the shin for the umpteenth time and hammering his fists down on his arms. It was a blessing when Feng Xin finally managed to drag him into his suspiciously empty palace, slamming the doors behind him and continuing to drag him through the halls to his private quarters so no curious deputies would get any bright ideas — not that they would, having heard the yelling and already fled.
Mu Qing had been hit by a curse while both southern gods were on a mission together, reverting him back to the body and mind of his teenage self. Feng Xin had half the mind to immediately get him out of danger, calling for Ling Wen’s help in finding a way to reverse it and for Xie Lian to help wrangle the kid. The other god’s presence was the only thing that stopped Mu Qing from attempting to pummel Feng Xin for touching him, though he immediately insulted him by saying he must be cursed for letting the prince leave his room dressed the way he was. Xie Lian had only laughed, while Feng Xin and Crimson Rain, who of course tagged along to take glee in Mu Qing’s blight, both looked ready to throttle the de-aged god.
Feng Xin threw the struggling teen onto the bed, pinning him down before he could gain his bearings to run away again, thinking of how to tie him down while they waited for news on what the curse was. The compromising position and the amount of energy he had already exerted had Mu Qing’s cheeks red, chest heaving with his heart beating as fast as a rabbit’s.
“Get- get off of me, you brute!” he yelled, kicking at the other god, who had gone oddly silent while looking down at him. Feng Xin had shamefully thought of doing this exact thing back when they were both teens, when Mu Qing really tested his patience, but always held off due to his confusion over his own sexuality and Mu Qing’s cultivation. But there wasn’t anything stopping him now, knowing Mu Qing had changed his cultivation path, and was also so well established that such things didn’t really matter at this point.
Seeming to sense some sort of shift in Feng Xin’s mood, Mu Qing struggled and squirmed even harder under him, about to yell at him again when he was muffled by a rough kiss, tongue shoved into his mouth and tangling with his. He went rigid from shock, almost biting down before Feng Xin pulled away, shifting his grip to free up one of his hands to pull at his robes to expose more of his pale jade skin. Mu Qing came back to his senses then, yelping when the cloth was torn through completely.
“What the hell are you doing!!? Stop!” His kicking and squirming did nothing to deter Feng Xin, if anything, it only spurred him on with where they were pressed up against each other. Heat was quickly pooling downwards in the god, kissing down Mu Qing’s jaw to his neck to suck a mark right where they joined, watching how easily it bloomed into a dark bruise with a grin.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he replied, grinding his hips down to make the teen gasp, feeling the hard length through their layers of clothes. He captured his lips in another kiss, swallowing down the squeak Mu Qing made when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over his nipple, circling around it before lightly pinching and tugging. He eventually let go of the smaller boy’s wrists so he could use both hands to massage his chest, knowing Mu Qing, at least in his full adult body, was sensitive there. The pay off was worth it, making the teen jolt and scramble to bite back the noise that bubbled up his throat as both Feng Xin’s large hands groped and squeezed at his chest. He pushed at the god’s shoulders uselessly, nowhere strong enough in this form to truly do anything but squeeze his eyes shut in mortification as his body reacted against his will.
Feng Xin smirked, feeling Mu Qing grow hard under him. He pulled back from the kisses, watching him pant heavily, blushing up to his ears and down his neck.
“How- how dare you!? You- you twisted pervert!” he screeched, hiding his exposed chest with one arm like a scandalised maiden and rearing back to smack the larger man, wrist easily caught and kissed gently with a grin. Mu Qing wasn’t that much shorter than him as an adult, only more deceptively lithe, but stuck as a teenager as he was now, Feng Xin easily dwarfed him. The two southern gods had played with size differences before, using their deputy disguises, bossing each other around — though Fu Yao was somehow even more of a brat than Mu Qing was, which really only added to the fun of breaking him down — but there was more of a thrill having the body beneath him right now be Mu Qing entirely in appearance and personality.
“Stop!” Mu Qing squeaked when Feng Xin ground his hips against him again, hands shooting out to push him away. “My cultivation! You know I can’t do th- this!” He glared sharply despite the heat burning in his cheeks, lips twisted into a scowl — Feng Xin found it adorable, like a little kitten all fluffed up and hissing. His eyes also grew darker, remembering this Mu Qing really only had memories up until before Xie Lian’s first ascension, thus still believed he needed to stay pure. Mu Qing was never all that clueless when it came to sex — he and Feng Xin had been fooling around for decades before he finally broke his vows, and for someone whose cultivation relied on so-called ‘purity’, Mu Qing was an even bigger pervert than Feng Xin.
“I don’t care,” Feng Xin growled, watching fear flash across Mu Qing’s face briefly before he renewed his struggle tenfold, kicking, scratching and flailing, using all his strength to scramble away from under the god, only to be dragged back by his hips, now stuck prone under him. He didn’t let up on his struggle, even when Feng Xin loomed over him, pressing his erection up against his ass. He tried feebly to keep his clothing in place, fighting against their removal in a useless endeavour when the god had no qualms about tearing the fabric if he needed to, robes and undergarments tossed to the floor without care. It always amazed him how Mu Qing stayed so pale even when they were out in the sun for hours at a time, learning he sooner burned than tanned under the rays. He trailed a hand down his back, sending a shiver up the smaller boy’s spine, flipping him back over to see his humiliated face.
Part of him felt he should feel a bit guilty doing this, or at least off put doing this to a teenager, but this teenager was Mu Qing, the thorn in his side and source of far too many shameful jerk offs in private for the past 800 years of his life. He knew the other would probably end up doing even worse to him if he was in his position, if how he treated Nan Feng was any indicator. Since the teen was in no state to flee any longer, Feng Xin took the time to rid himself of his own robes, keeping his pants on for now. Mu Qing curled up on himself in attempt to hold onto some of his dignity, hugging his arms to his chest and thighs squeezed tightly together.
“I’ll kill you,” he spat, making Feng Xin laugh as he pulled the teen onto his lap, capturing him in another kiss.
Mu Qing was much more feisty now, biting his tongue when he tried to deepen the kiss and clawing at his shoulders and chest. Feng Xin ‘rewarded’ the behaviour by yanking his head back by his ponytail and biting down on his neck, sucking a dark hickey into his skin. Mu Qing gasped sharply, pulling at his hair in return, freeing it from the topknot he kept it in. The pulling only earned a growl from the god, finding a new spot to bite and mark until his neck was covered in hickeys and bite marks. He used his free hand to pull the smaller body flush against him, groaning into his shoulder with the pressure against his cock. Mu Qing still squirmed, his smaller hands trying to cover his mouth to stop his biting and pushing his head away.
“You know your squirming is only making me harder, right?” The question made the teen tense up completely, eyes wide. A beat passed before he began thrashing with a renewed panic, trying to force space between them by pulling his legs up, wedging them between their torsos. He managed to free himself from Feng Xin’s grip when he kicked him right in the groin, falling back on the bed and quickly trying to crawl away. His escape was thwarted by his ankle being seized, dragging him back across the sheets and under the larger god, pinning him down by the wrists again.
“Would you quit being such a fucking brat? Always such a prissy fucking princess,” Feng Xin said through gritted teeth, pushing down on him with most of his weight. Mu Qing only spat at him, scowling at him to try and mask the way he was shaking.
“And what, let you r-rape me!? Are you out of your mind? Did the last of your nonexistent brain finally leak out your ears?” Mu Qing was indignant, willing himself to not tear up from humiliation and horror of being unable to fight the man off.
There was, however, no way to mask the arousal between his legs, which Feng Xin grabbed roughly as he leaned closer, making the teen squeak. “You’re enjoying this too much to not be willing.” It was a low blow, but it did work to shut Mu Qing up, biting his lip to stop any noises from coming out when Feng Xin stroked his length, a mortifying amount of precum already leaking from the tip.
“There you go, feels good when you aren’t being a bitch, huh?” He grinned, watching the fight in Mu Qing slowly get more and more broken down as he worked his hand over his cock — it was certainly doing things to Feng Xin that his hand was large enough to nearly envelope it entirely.
Feeling that Mu Qing wouldn’t try anything stupid if he released him, Feng Xin let go of his wrists so he could go back to groping his chest, his mouth joining to latch around one of his nipples and sucking harshly, forcing a loud moan from the smaller boy. Feng Xin smirked and repeated the action, making him smack his hands over his mouth to prevent the embarrassing noises from coming out. The onslaught of pleasure had him arching his back, trying to escape the stimulation but also betrayed by the want of more.
“Stop- stop please, I’m- I’m going to—“ he pleaded, biting his lip and whimpering. This body was unused to the sensations, quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure, squirming and gasping as unfamiliar heat pooled in his belly.
“No no no, stop, please- please, stop!” Feng Xin stopped sucking at his chest to look down at his face as he worked him up to the edge, releasing his grip on him at just the last moment, making him cry out sharply from the pain of his release being denied.
Mu Qing sagged into the sheets, panting heavily as the tears that welled up in his eyes spilled over. The arousal he felt was painful, he wanted it gone, brain frazzled as he mumbled through his vows to try and will it away now that Feng Xin’s hands weren’t on him. The sight was adorable, so wrecked from just a few strokes to his erection. But the god was craving more, having ignored his own for too long fighting the teen into submission, retrieving a vial of oil from the side table while Mu Qing was too distracted.
The mantras seemed to be doing their job, the arousal already flagging when the god nudged between his legs again. Mu Qing tried ignoring him when a cold, wet sensation against his entrance snapped him from his thoughts violently.
“What- what are you doing!?” he yelled, eyes widening when he felt pressure against the tight muscle. Feng Xin only raised a brow, slowly working his finger in despite how tense Mu Qing had gotten again.
“What, did you think I was done?” he asked, marvelling at how even one finger seemed to be so much in the tiny body under him. “I just wanted to feel your first orgasm squeezing around my cock,” he added with a wicked smirk. Mu Qing could only gasp helplessly as the finger invaded him, the stretch uncomfortable in such an untouched area. Feng Xin realised he was going to need quite a bit of oil to make anything work, drizzling more over Mu Qing’s hole to help his finger glide in more easily.
In contrast to the rough treatment earlier, Feng Xin was gentle in working the boy open, letting him adjust to the stretch before moving his finger in and out, pulling out little gasps that gradually grew less pained. He pulled his hand away, sitting back against his pillows and cradling Mu Qing in his lap, hand returning between his legs to continue working him open while rubbing soothing circles into his back. The second finger made him gasp loudly, the stretch back to being uncomfortable as he was scissored open. The discomfort persisted until Feng Xin crooked his fingers up, brushing against a spot that had Mu Qing yelping from the sparks of pleasure that ran up his spine. The god grinned, targeting that spot until he was mewling quietly into his shoulder, biting down to muffle himself.
The process was slow, working in a third and eventually fourth finger to make sure Feng Xin would actually fit, Mu Qing reduced to sobs, achingly hard and dripping once more and from such a humiliating thing. Satisfied that the teen was stretched enough, Feng Xin layed him back down in the sheets, shimmying out of his pants to free his own painful erection. Mu Qing immediately froze at the sight, eyes going wide in horror as he scrambled backwards against the headboard.
“Are you serious!? You aren’t putting that in me, you’re going to kill me!!” he shrieked, thighs snapping shut.
Feng Xin rolled his eyes, crawling over the smaller boy and forcing his legs open yet again. He probably was in the right to be scared, Feng Xin’s cock easily reached past his naval when he laid it across his stomach, groaning in arousal at how tiny Mu Qing was like this.
“We’ll just have to make it fit,” he said, guiding his cock to rub the tip against his stretched entrance, pouring a copious amount of oil over it. The fear seemed to cut through the haze of arousal that had gathered in Mu Qing’s brain, breathing growing frantic again but having nowhere else to escape to.
“No, don’t. My vows… My- my cultivation-!” He was interrupted by Feng Xin harshly dragging him back down towards his cock, growling in his ear.
“Fuck your cultivation.”
Mu Qing nearly screamed when he forced the first few inches in, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Even with all the prep, he was still unbelievably tight, Feng Xin groaning as he bullied his way in, thrusting shallowly as the walls opened around him. He swore loudly when he finally pushed the last inch in, feeling already like he was going to come with how tightly Mu Qing was squeezing around him. Said teen could barely breathe around the intrusion in his core, completely rigid and staring blankly with wide eyes. Feng Xin stroked his hands down his sides soothingly, finding his way back to his small erection to wrap a hand around it, making his breath hitch.
“Relax, baobei,” he sighed, pulling back slowly before pushing back in. “So fucking tight…”
It took an unbelievable amount of self restraint to not snap his hips forward, waiting for Mu Qing to adjust, smiling when his gasps turned into breathy moans and the glide became easier as his walls accepted his large member inside. He let out a particularly loud moan when Feng Xin brushed over that sensitive bundle of nerves, angling his thrusts to continuously brush over them. His moans were quickly growing desperate, hands scrambling between the bedsheets and Feng Xin’s chest and shoulders as if unsure where he wanted to grab, mouth hanging open with drool pooling past his lips as sounds were punched out of him. The telltale heat was quickly gathering again, becoming overwhelmed yet again and having no way of stopping it. His insides fluttered around Feng Xin’s cock just as desperately, only spurring him to move faster.
“Please- I can’t- please-“ he sobbed, not sure what he wanted — his cultivation was likely ruined the moment Feng Xin shoved into him, but he tried holding onto the hope that wasn’t the case. On the other hand, the pleasure was so overwhelming, he wanted more but also wanted it to stop. Feng Xin was relentless, not holding back in his work to bring the teen over the edge, stroking his member in time with his thrusts, feeling how he got more and more tightly wound up.
“C’mon, just let go,” he leaned down to whisper into his ear, grinding into his prostate. Mu Qing wrapped his arms over his shoulders and cried out like he’d been stabbed, tension snapping as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, cum splattering across his stomach and Feng Xin’s hand, which continued to stroke him through his orgasm. He trembled like a leaf in the wind, clinging onto the larger god like a lifeline, clawing down his shoulder blades and sobbing.
The clenching around Feng Xin’s member had him groaning, staying still, completely sheathed inside the tight heat, resting his forehead against Mu Qing’s before kissing him sloppily, the smaller boy barely able to kiss back through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Feng Xin took advantage of how relaxed he had become to begin thrusting more quickly into him, gripping his hips to pull him down in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, you have no idea how fucking long I’ve wanted to do this,” he panted. “Every time you opened your mouth to make some snide fucking remark, I’ve wanted nothing more than to push you face down and fuck you senseless.” The amount of sexual frustration the other had caused was frankly embarrassing, which made it so much easier to pummel him instead of facing those feelings.
“I always knew you’d be so much more agreeable if someone just fucked you good enough.” Which wasn’t even true, given Mu Qing was still very much a snarky asshole even after they sorted out their messy feelings, but he was at least easier to understand when he did get particularly cold. Mu Qing couldn’t even reply properly, moaning helplessly as he was pounded into mercilessly. The assault of pleasure was becoming painful again, smacking weakly at Feng Xin’s shoulders.
“Too much, too m-much-“ he gasped, tensing up again. Feng Xin only smiled and fucked into him harder, rocking him into the sheets. Heat bubbled in his core again, pulling him taut as a bowstring before he was sent barrelling over the edge again with a strangled shout.
Feng Xin pulled out to flip him onto his stomach, pulling his hips up to thrust back in easily. Mu Qing clutched at the sheets weakly, small noises forced out of him with the continued pounding. He was pinned down under Feng Xin’s weight, an arm wrapped around his waist and another across his chest, close enough to put him in a chokehold if Feng Xin wanted to. He whined when a hand was wrapped around his spent cock again, working him up to full hardness for the fourth time.
“No- no more… I can’t…” Mu Qing whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks freely.
“C’mon, A-Qing, I know you can do one more,” Feng Xin retorted, having wrung even more out of the other god in the past, though that was admittedly when he was in a much much more powerful form than a mortal teenager.
Sobbing into the sheets, Mu Qing was brought over the edge again, and then again, and once more, until he felt he was about to pass out from the mix of pain and pleasure, barely coherent enough to mumble out a “You liar…” as Feng Xin encouraged him with another “Just one more.” Said god hadn’t let up on his thrusts either, pulling Mu Qing up into his lap at one point, arms hooked under his knees, to somehow reach even deeper inside him. The teen was completely boneless in his arms, a mess of drool, sweat and his own spend. Feng Xin pulled him into a kiss before thrusting as deep as he could, releasing inside him with a low groan rumbling through his chest. His cock already created enough of a bulge in Mu Qing’s abdomen as it was, the bump only made larger with how much he pumped into him, his small body unable to hold it all before it gushed out around his member.
Riding out the high, Feng Xin peppered his face in kisses, wiping away his tears and letting him rest his head against his chest. With his arousal fading, he started to realise he may have overdone it a tiny bit, given how out of it Mu Qing looked. He cleared his throat awkwardly, listening to the teen breathe steadily.
“…Um, Mu Qing? You still with me?” he asked, receiving no reply. Mu Qing’s eyes had fluttered closed as soon as Feng Xin stopped thrusting, passing out from the merciless pounding he received as his ‘first time’, deep asleep even with that monstrous length still buried in him.
The god cursed inwardly, gently easing Mu Qing off his length to clean up him up and tuck him in. With any luck, any memory of what happened while under the curse’s effect would be forgotten when it was broken.
When Mu Qing regained his adult form, he immediately beat Feng Xin senseless, very much remembering what he did.
