Stay With Me

Ch. 6: Letting Go

Feng He reached for Cheng Qing. Holding onto Cheng Qing's hand as though trying to stop him but really just desperate for an anchor. Something to keep him grounded as his body feels like it is going to fly away when Cheng Qing took him in his mouth. He arched and cried out. His body seeking more of the tantalizing pleasure. Instinctively thrusting and accidentally chocking Cheng Qing with his overeager response.

Cheng Qing let go of his hand and used it to pin Feng He's hips to the mattress. Taking control of his responses. Directing him where he wanted him to go by teasing and tantalizing him. When he lifted Feng He's leg; a gentle nudge against his knees that saw the other man respond first by parting his legs and then by lifting them so his feet were flat on the bed and his knees pointed to the ceiling, Cheng Qing settled between them as he knelt over him. Refusing to let go of his cock until the last moment.

Cheng Qing reached for the tube of lubricant he'd purchased days ago. He put a drop on his finger and reached between Feng He's legs to tease his puckered hole. Feng He immediately tried to scramble away. The fear taking over and leaving him feeling shaken yet frustrated and desperate too.

"Please...Cheng Qing, do we have to go that far." He knew he was begging but it felt like the desires of his body were at war with the thoughts in his head. "Please..."

"I am right here...I know it's strange but please...trust me." Cheng Qing was having a difficult time controlling himself and Feng He's reaction told him he was probably going too far, too fast. He tried to steady his breathing and reached for the smaller man. Pulling him back into his embrace and kissing him. "I know you're not very good at saying what you are feeling but I'm glad you stopped me."

"You are?"

"I can get carried away sometimes. So if you can just do that...just talk to me....I'd appreciate it. Can you do that?"

Feng He nodded even though his heart was beating a mile a minute inside him.

"Really...A He?" Cheng Qing asked again hoping to have a clear vocal admission.

"I can do that."

"Okay." Cheng Qing said taking the bottle of lube again and smearing some on his fingers again. "This will feel strange but do your best to relax okay. Just breathe."

He worried Feng He's chrysanthemum. Not penetrating him but not letting up as he swiped over and over the sensitive area. "How does it feel?"

"I feel hot and confused and..."

"Does it feel good?"

"It feels like your zapping me with electricity every time you pass...aaahhh...." His voice faltered as Cheng Qing penetrated him with just the tip of one finger. "Cheng Qing...wait. Please..."

Cheng Qing continued the gentle penetration until Feng He was panting and praying but he was no longer trying to get away from him.

"What are you doing to me?" He is trying to twist away or perhaps it was seeking more of the pleasure. His hands scrambling against the bed, over Cheng Qing's back. Holding on to his hair.

"Breathe baby...please." Cheng Qing went deeper.

"It feels like I might...poop. Please stop."

"I want you to relax. Try to feel my finger instead of what you think is happening."

Cheng Qing started moving slowly. Even though Feng He protested with words and whimpers, Cheng Qing could feel his sphincter relax. Could hear the other man's breath steady and even out as he made a real effort to calm his body and his nerves. Could hear as his protests ease and his breath hitch for completely different reasons.