Clawing at Feng Xin's back, Mu Qing kissed him.
Feng Xin chuckled, stripping his outer robes. He tore Mu Qing's robes apart, red fabric flying in the air. Both weren't very submissive to the other, and since they knew each other so well, they wrestled for top on the bed. Feng Xin was pinned down one second, and Mu Qing the next. Feng Xin smacked Mu Qing on the top of his head.
"Hey, let me be first this time. You can be first another time. Lemme have this," Feng Xing said, smirking. Mu Qing tried to retaliate, but he kind of wanted to feel something today. Mu Qing nodded.
Pulling each other close, they were pressed skin-to-skin. Both of them were hard, and Mu Qing was anticipating while being very excited. Slightly pushing himself up, Feng Xin prostrated himself at Mu Qing's tight hole. By now, Mu Qing was panting and was very excited for what was to come. Feng Xin gently put himself in, entering slowly. The feeling of being penetrated was too great, and Mu Qing whined. Feng Xin smirked.
"Sounds better this way, doesn't it?" he stated.
"M-move, you idiot..." Mu Qing gasped. Feng Xin smirked and rammed himself into Mu Qing. A loud moan escaped from Mu Qing, tears gathering at the ends of his eyelashes. He felt pain, and pleasure, all at once. He had never felt like this before, and he begged for more.
"Feng Xin... more..." he whined, shutting his eyes tight. Tears fell from his eyes.
"Hmm... already? All right. Breathe, my love..." Feng Xin whispered into Mu Qing's ear. Panting, Mu Qing stroked Feng Xin's back. Feng Xin came in for a kiss. It was a rather messy one, both gasping for air after a minute. Feng Xin smiled and continued to thrust hard in and out of Mu Qing. Screams of pleasure exploded from Mu Qing, and he didn't care if people could hear them or not. His legs, which were spread wide open, twitched. Feng Xin looked down and had a very clear view of what was between Mu Qing's legs. His length was to be reckoned with, and some gods would be a little jealous of his length. Whatever, Feng Xin was bigger. Even now, Feng Xin had enough thick face to still say he had a larger cock than his husband. Shrugging at these thoughts, Feng Xin continued to move in and out of Mu Qing.
It was both gods' first time, and both of them were covered in sweat. Feng Xin even moaned, he felt too good. After all, this man that he was inside was his rival and husband. The both of them were a moaning and panting mess, Mu Qing screaming out of ecstasy every five or so seconds. Feng Xin hit a certain spot inside of Mu Qing, and Mu Qing's screams changed tune to a wonderful moan. Feng Xin smirked.
"Hmm... there?" Feng Xin gently hit that spot over and over again. Mu Qing's cock stood straight up, already leaking. "Had enough already?" Feng Xin asked, not slowing his pace one second. Mu Qing clenched himself, and Feng Xin moaned. "Call me gege, will you?" Feng Xin said, massaging Mu Qing's nipples.
"Ah, shut up, you!" Mu Qing kicked him with his heel on his back. Feng Xin rammed into him again, and the sensation of something tearing came from below. "Ah, shit, Feng Xin! You fucking made me bleed!" Mu Qing gasped. Feng Xin's eyebrows knitted in worry.
"Are you okay?" sayeth Feng Xin.
"Well, damn, if I have to be honest..." Mu Qing started, gasping. "Keep going. It would be best if you didn't stop," Mu Qing finished, his thighs clinging tightly onto Feng Xin, preparing himself.
Feng Xin listened, continuing to thrust in and out. Mu Qing's walls were rubbed raw, and he alternated between gasping and moaning. Feng Xin's breaths became harsh and heavy, reaching his climax. He sped up, thrusting into Mu Qing harder and faster.
"Gege-" Mu Qing screamed. He slapped his hand over his mouth seconds later, realizing what he just said. Feng Xin chuckled.
"Told you to call me gege," Feng Xin said. With strength pulled from who knows where, Mu Qing flipped Feng Xin over and sat atop Feng Xin's cock, full length going in. With a moan and Mu Qing collapsed on top of Feng Xin. They both came, Feng Xin filling Mu Qing to the brim. Mu Qing lay on top of Feng Xin, feeling the heavy rises and falls of Feng Xin's chest as he breathed. Feng Xin held Mu Qing, slowly pulling out. Mu Qing whimpered, holding Feng Xin tight.
"We're not drunk, are we?" Feng Xin panted.
"No. You'd have come earlier if we were," Mu Qing replied. Pulling the bed sheets over them, Feng Xin stroked Mu Qing's head, kissing his forehead.
"Damn. and I thought our marriage was non-consensual," Feng Xin said. "Well, we've consummated, so we can't turn back the clock," he said.
"mm," Mu Qing hummed.
"Well, shut me up if you feel weird, but I love you," Feng Xin said, blushing,
"Hmmm... I love you too," Mu Qing said, too tired and sore to argue.
...
Well, at least they could finally agree to things now.