#brought to you by my touch starved fengqing post!

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I wrote a lil fengqing scene 👀 and y’all get to see it cuz I’m very generous like that 😌✨

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A bit of blood trickles out of his nose in a clear line to his top lip, it follows along the shape of it and Feng Xin can’t help staring. He wonders what Mu Qing would do if he placed his thumb over it. Smeared it into his skin before replacing his hand with his mouth and getting a taste of everything he’s always thought he hated.

He imagines the way Mu Qing would gasp on contact and how easy that would make it to slip his tongue into the other’s mouth. Maybe Mu Qing would bite him and Feng Xin would moan instead of pull away because pain between them has always been entwined with pleasure.

Feng Xin thinks Mu Qing would break away for air and when he did Feng Xin would chase him in a singleminded need to keep touching.

He imagines wanting to call Mu Qing despite having him in his arms. Like the kiss simply isn’t enough. Having his arms wrapped around Mu Qing’s waist isn’t enough. He needs to be so close he doesn’t know where he ends and Mu Qing begins. Needs to feel so close they can’t possibly separate again.

Mu Qing. Mu Qing. Mu Qing.

The fantasy dissipates when a fist flies out to make him bleed too. The heat from it though lingers in the way he doesn’t respond quickly and gets knuckles imbedded in his face, the force sending him back a few steps. It lingers in the way he doesn’t immediately retaliate, trying to catch his breath like he actually had made good on the fantasy and kissed Mu Qing breathless.

The blood is dry over Mu Qing’s top lip and cracks when he grins with a feral sort of glee. Feng Xin feels a drop of warmth drip from his nose and can’t fight the urge to grin back.