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Mu Qing's perfect image was something of a challenge to Feng Xin. Feng Xin could make anyone laugh, anyone cry, anyone flustered, but not Mu Qing. That was why getting a reaction out of Mu Qing was so rewarding. It drew Feng Xin to him. Evidently, Mu Qing liked stringing him along, because they ended up in a relationship taut with sexual tension.
Unlike all of Mu Qing's other reactions, getting Mu Qing to orgasm was incredibly easy. He was so sensitive, every little touch made him shiver and moan. Feng Xin loved making him come over and over again, beaming as he made his flushed boyfriend writhe in pleasure. It was one reaction he could always get.
So, Feng Xin knew from the beginning that Mu Qing couldn't last through an entire meeting with a vibrator up his ass. He was setting Mu Qing up to fail by telling him that worst case scenario wouldn't happen. He wanted to see which would prevail, his sensitive body or his strong facade.
"I can't take it!" Mu Qing grumbled as he squirmed on Feng Xin's bed. "Look at me! This isn't going to work!" Mu Qing's cock was already hard and dripping strings of precum, ready to burst, and Feng Xin was already hard looking at it. He desperately wanted to fuck Mu Qing before the meeting, but the whole point of this exercise was waiting and anticipation.
"It's fine," Feng Xin lied. "It just feels really good, it won't actually send you over the edge. Try staying still." Feng Xin snuck up on his lover and slid his hands over his body. Poor Mu Qing flinched. He was so not going to be fine, but having cultivated with abstinence for eight hundred years, Mu Qing was still very naive and mystified by his own body, so Feng Xin was able to convince him to wear the vibrator anyway.
The vibrator was perfectly silent. No one would be able to tell what they were doing. As they prepared to leave, Mu Qing switched his tone completely, a mask of cool washing over him. In an instant, he looked only mildly agitated instead of desperately overstimulated. They made their way to the meeting. Feng Xin couldn't stop stealing glances at Mu Qing, wondering when his facade would crack. They stood about in the crowded hall as the meeting began.
Feng Xin participated in the discussions to keep up their act, and surprisingly, so did Mu Qing. He really was acting as his usual self, sarcasm and all, pissing off other heavenly officials. Then, about one incense time into the meeting, Feng Xin felt a hand tug his sleeve. Beside him, Mu Qing had a look on his face that outsiders would mistake for aggressive, but Feng Xin smirked when he saw it. He knew Mu Qing was about to lose it.
Feng Xin could imagine how Mu Qing must have felt right about now, and it aroused him so much: cock throbbing, precum soaking into the fabric of his underwear as the vibrator that had been slowly tickling his prostate now had his pleasure lapping at the brink of an orgasm. He knew how overwhelming Mu Qing's orgasms were, and how hard Mu Qing would have been trying right now not to let it show despite every inch of his being wanting to moan or grab onto his cock that was so desperate for release.
Feng Xin took Mu Qing's hand and gave it a little encouraging squeeze. Mu Qing squeezed back in acknowledgement. Feng Xin smirked as Mu Qing's eyes fluttered closed and his breathing became laboured. Then, Mu Qing's grip became so hard Feng Xin thought his bones would break. Feng Xin could see the most minute shudder run over Mu Qing's delicate frame, and then, he opened his eyes and relaxed again. Just like that, Mu Qing had orgasmed in front of everyone in the great martial hall, and only Feng Xin could tell. His composure continued to be impressive.
Unfortunately for Mu Qing, the meeting wouldn't just magically end now that he had come, nor could he reach into his robes to turn the vibrator off right there. He was stuck like this, the cruel vibrator continuing to lick at his oversensitive prostate. Feng Xin felt Mu Qing's hand twitch over and over again as Mu Qing channeled all his flinching into Feng Xin's hand. Feng Xin may as well have had a vibrator in himself, because he too was longing to touch himself and end the nagging arousal pooling in his lower abdomen.
Before long, Mu Qing was beginning to look... unwell. A flush was spreading across his cheeks, his breathing was shallow and his eyes were closed. Feng Xin could easily pass it off as Mu Qing coming down with a fever if anyone asked. Feeling extra mischievous, Feng Xin pulled Mu Qing against him in what appeared to be a caring embrace for his poor, sick beloved. He could feel every tiny twitch as the vibrator tortured Mu Qing from the inside.
The idea of how much effort it must have been taking for Mu Qing to stay composed was only turning Feng Xin on further. Feng Xin sneakily pressed his hips into the back of Mu Qing's leg so the overstimulated man could feel his erection. "Bastard..." Mu Qing whispered weakly. He had stopped contributing to the meeting by now, probably afraid that anything he said would come out as a moan. Feng Xin pressed his dick harder against Mu Qing, savouring the little relief it gave him, but he had to eventually pull away to resist the urge to start rubbing himself on him in front of everyone.
Mu Qing grabbed one of Feng Xin's arms and squeezed it in a death grip once again, all while his flushed face remained passive. Feng Xin caressed Mu Qing's shoulder while he secretly came for the second time, encouraging Mu Qing's pleasure while appearing to just be concerned for his ill boyfriend. It hadn't been long since the first orgasm. This was the nature of Mu Qing's sensitive body. After the first orgasm, his arousal seemed to linger and effortlessly make him come over and over again. Now that he had come once, with the vibrator stuck inside him, he was fated to a string of orgasms throughout the meeting.
Mu Qing kept his eyes shut, trying his best to breathe evenly. Deciding to play up the act while teasing Mu Qing, Feng Xin whispered into his ear. "Not much longer and we can get you into bed." Mu Qing stomped on Feng Xin's foot. Feng Xin had to bite back a yelp of pain lest HE be the one to draw attention to their mischief.
As the minutes passed, Feng Xin was delighted to have Mu Qing weakly lay his head back on his shoulder as if seeking solace from pain. Feng Xin pressed his lips together, struggling not to break into a smirk. He rubbed Mu Qing's shoulder, knowing another orgasm was due. Feng Xin waited with anticipation, paying attention to Mu Qing's every tiny move. His short breaths, his closed eyes, his hands squeezing Feng Xin's arm. Mu Qing was even breaking out in a sweat at this point, probably from the exertion of trying to look normal.
Feng Xin smiled as Mu Qing crushed Feng Xin's arm once again. His shudder this time was bigger, whether due to a more intense orgasm or because his exhausting facade was cracking. Feng Xin nuzzled his damp head, a secret token of gratitude to Mu Qing for giving him such a delightful show.
At last, the meeting ended. Mu Qing turned around and glared at Feng Xin. "We need to go." He seethed.
"Before you... faint?" Feng Xin jeered at him. "You're so weak, aren't you?" Mu Qing covered his face with his hand. Xie Lian came rushing over to them.
"Mu Qing, you look really unwell..." He fretted. Feng Xin couldn't even bring himself to feel bad for worrying Xie Lian when he so desperately needed to put his dick in Mu Qing. He gave a fake laugh.
"Yeah, he really went down fast, huh!" Feng Xin agreed, playfully poking Mu Qing.
There was something even more arousing about Xie Lian talking to them without knowing the truth. The man he was talking to in Feng Xin's arms was helplessly horny. Feng Xin felt like he was holding a prize that he got to keep all for himself, and what a beautiful prize he was.
"I really thought he was going to faint during the meeting." Xie Lian remarked. He placed a hand against Mu Qing's forehead, but Mu Qing shrank away. Of course, it must have felt wrong to have anyone other than Feng Xin touch him while he was doing something sexual. Feng Xin covered for him.
"He gets pretty embarrassed when he's sick." He defended, possessively caressing Mu Qing's hair.
"It's lucky he has you to look after him." Xie Lian smiled.
"Oh, I'll look after him." Feng Xin assured Xie Lian with a mischievous grin.
"I'll let you two get home then, before he faints for real. Sleep well, Mu Qing."
Mu Qing nodded weakly, then they walked away. Feng Xin snickered. "Sleep well!" He echoed.
"You've clearly lost your will to live if you're humiliating me like this." Mu Qing whispered, clinging to Feng Xin for support. Feng Xin gave him a pat on the back.
"You just worry about getting home without 'fainting' again, okay?" Feng Xin mocked.
Mu Qing did not make it home without coming again. Walking down the quiet streets of the heavens, Mu Qing let his guard down a bit more, grabbing Feng Xin and lurching, his breath hitching. Feng Xin rubbed Mu Qing's back and murmured encouragement. "There, there, that's it..." A tiny moan escaped Mu Qing, quiet enough that only Feng Xin would have heard it. He quickly clapped a hand over his mouth before any more lewd sounds could come out. "Pretty nauseous, huh?" Feng Xin snickered.
When they got back to Feng Xin's palace, Mu Qing didn't even make it to the bedroom. He rushed into the nearest bathroom, sliding out the vibrator and collapsing breathlessly to the floor. Feng Xin braced himself for the scolding of a lifetime, but instead, Mu Qing let out a long, needy moan and began ripping his clothes off. Feng Xin didn't miss the underwear absolutely slicked with an ungodly amount of come. Feng Xin wished he could have been that underwear for the day, feeling Mu Qing's everlasting erection, his twitching cock, his oozing come.
Mu Qing began frantically stroking his dick, but Feng Xin dove at him and pulled his hands away. "That's my job." He purred. Feng Xin quickly undressed. "See this boner? It's been here this whole time, because of you." Feng Xin brought their dicks together and gave them a few strokes, teasing Mu Qing while using Mu Qing's come-slicked cock to lubricate his own. "It's okay, I've got you now..." He bent Mu Qing over the sink and slid in, taking the vibrator's place.
Mu Qing's sphincter eagerly clenched around him, giving him the relief he had been craving. Feng Xin moaned softly. "Come on, A-Qing, you can moan now, too. Are you gonna show me all the moans you've been holding back?" He coaxed. He wrapped a hand around Mu Qing's dick and began stroking it nice and fast, almost as an apology for what he put his boyfriend through. Mu Qing gripped the counter and mewled.
Feng Xin moaned back. There was nothing better than Mu Qing's sweet voice when he was horny. Feng Xin hungrily thrust into Mu Qing while he stroked his cock. Mu Qing's moans filled the bathroom, only speeding up Feng Xin's motions. He was the one doing all the work, but Mu Qing had certainly earned it. He was so turned on it didn't even feel like work, Mu Qing's moans spurring him on until they both came much too quickly, so wound up from their extended period of arousal. Feng Xin smiled at Mu Qing's pretty gasps and sighs and watched as he painted the cabinet under the sink before he squirted come into Mu Qing's warm insides, his hips bucking in bliss.
As they caught their breath, Feng Xin was surprised to find himself feeling guilty. They had done something so sexual in front of a large audience who didn't consent, Mu Qing hadn't consented to orgasming in front of them, Feng Xin lied to coerce Mu Qing into doing it, and Feng Xin had loved it. He felt fucked up for liking something so wrong. He felt cruel, sick in the head.
Mu Qing slid off of Feng Xin and turned around, pulling him into an embrace. They made out for a while, warm bodies pressed together. Then, Mu Qing pulled away, his dark eyes staring intently into Feng Xin's. "Can we try doing that in a restaurant?" He requested.