Stay With Me

Ch. 6: Letting Go

Or, Feng He finally allows himself to feel everything he's been trying to holding at bay

There was no real reason to doubt Cheng Qing but Feng He expected the other man to go straight for his cock. Or grab his hand and put it on his. Instead Cheng Qing continued kissing him; slowly, deeply, fully. Caressing his body softly. Almost too softly so that it was just on the edge of ticklish but not quit. It electrified his body and took all his attention so he could not think of anything else but how wonderful it felt and how desperate it made him for more.

It wasn't long before Feng He was reaching back for Cheng Qing. Running his hands over the other man's back and shoulders. Doing whatever he could to get him closer. Pulling him down towards him, arching is back in a bid to lift himself up. Entangling their limbs so there was no way to tell where one ended and the other begun. Holding on as he tried to get more of the sweet, sensual torture.

Impossible to ignore. So sweet and tender. So deeply moving.

Then Cheng Qing shocked Feng He by drawing the smaller man's hands away from his body and pinning them to the bed. Ravaging his mouth as he kissed him then pulled away. Teased his cheek and his chin and his face with his own only to pull away again and have Feng He follow him. Letting his hair make trails along the other man's skin so he felt like he was being caressed by a thousand tiny finger.

Whimpering with need. Begging for more. Sighing when his desire was met with every act Cheng Qing made him endure. Sobbing when it was too much and he didn't think he could take any more.

Yet when Cheng Qing pulled away, teasing him with breaths that fanned against his face, Feng He raised his head to get more of the touch only to be stopped because he couldn't get the leverage with his hands above his head. He should not have been shocked when Cheng Qing ravaged his mouth. Teased his neck and shoulder. Drove him crazy with want. Then pulled away again.

Each time giving him more. Each time pulling away until Feng He cried out in frustration. "Please..."

It was like Cheng Qing had been waiting for just that desperate plea. With nimble hands (although only he knew just how badly they trembled) Cheng Qing pulls of Feng He's underwear and then his own. Naked for the first time, Cheng Qing felt like his body was coming alive to new sensations.

His skin was over sensitive. His heart was racing like a stampeding herd of wild animals. His blood was boiling. His was breath so unsteady it was doing nothing to nourish his body or his brain. So aroused, he had to place his head in the crook of Feng He's neck and just tried to inhale. But the scent of him, the heat of his skin, the taste of his sweat, salted skin...all of it conspired to take what little wherewithal he had to keep his desire in check.

It didn't help that Feng He was panting beneath him. Gulping as he tried to control the desire driving him towards Cheng Qing. The arousal and fear rising in tandem only to meld and morph into something way more potent than either on its own.

"Relax. I have you!" Cheng Qing tried to sooth; not really knowing if he was telling Feng He or himself.

For some reason Feng He chooses to believe Cheng Qing. The doubt, the confusion, the frustration...none of those feelings were doing him any good. He wanted to be here. He wanted to be here with Cheng Qing. The second that knowledge finally penetrated the haze of fear that had clouded his mind, he let out a moan of complete surrender and Cheng Qing knew it.

The other man let go of his hands. Knowing he was finally free to do whatever he wanted, Cheng Qing chose to devote himself to pleasuring Feng He. He kissed a fiery trail all the way from Feng He's face, over his neck and shoulders, his chest and stomach and to his thighs. Worrying the sensitive skin of Feng He's inner thigh and smiling with satisfaction when the other man cursed and cried out and moaned and begged.