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I wanna hold on tighter thats just the way I'm wired: Chapter 2

🏹Feng Xin/reader🏹

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Hands roamed.

Feng Xin broke the kiss to remove his top and toss it to the floor in one swift movement. You watched the fabric briefly obstruct his soft face as it revealed his bare upper body. Strong, healthy, and built from training.

Before his hands were back on you, you unbuttoned and removed your bottoms, kicking them free before you dragged him back to you by his lips.

Like his cheek, his skin burned, and soon even your own shirt was constricting.

Without breaking another kiss, you grabbed one of his hands and led it under your shirt. You were aching for the feeling of his callouses rubbing against your skin. He happily followed and gripped your waist, rubbing his thumbs along the length of your ribs, from your sides, toward your belly and back, in slow drawn-out motions.

Your hands wrapped back around his neck as you closed your eyes and let out the smallest of gasps.

He smiled against your lips, but not before returning to grab your lower lip between his teeth like before.

When the gnawing on your lip let go, your eyes flew open searching for where the touch had gone. However, it immediately reappeared under your chin right above your pulse. Your head subconsciously drew back, inviting the feeling further.

Feng Xin nipped at the exposed skin on your neck with his teeth, before soothing the bite with a brief massage from the tip of his tongue and moving along to find a new patch of skin to stimulate.

You had let yourself drown in the feeling of his love bites, wishing them to continue forever. But the next thing to catch your attention was a sudden pressure between your legs. Feng Xin had shifted to press his knee against you and, in time with his teeth on your neck, was ever so slightly rubbing with a solid but gentle heaviness.

You had opened your mouth to gasp, but the heavy exhale from your lungs passed through your vocal cords and vibrated, resulting in a quiet, nearly imperceptible moan.

Nearly.

In response, Feng Xin immediately returned his lips to yours and kissed you deeply. “Do that again,” he whispered into your mouth. His knee rubbing between your legs picked up again. “I want to swallow that little noise you made.”

His words caused your hips to shift, searching for better contact. You kissed him deeply in the process, biting his lip as he did yours, before abruptly breaking away and whispering breathily into his ear, “Then earn it.”

He chuckled, “Alright,” and moved a hand from your hip until it was kneading the soft flesh under your thigh, slowly making its way further up and in toward its anticipated destination.

The pressure from his knee drew back and was suddenly replaced by his hand teasing the waistband of your underwear. Slowly teasing the tips of his fingers under the fabric, but not daring to remove it.

He then withdrew his hand from the waistband before cupping the fabric between your legs with his palm, and painfully slowly dragging upward.

You caught a gasp in your throat at the sensation of his hand through the thin fabric of your underwear and smiled at him. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

He kissed your smile “Who said I was done?” and slipped his fingers under the last layer of protective fabric making contact with your sensitive and now bare skin.

You gasped at the sensation, drawing a deep breath of air into your lungs before shakily exhaling in articulated gasps.

His fingers danced around, stroking the less sensitive perimeter of your intimate spot slowly and occasionally daring to dip one finger closer to the center, gathering some moisture, before exploring another part of you.

His touch continued along the perimeter, then center, and finally back again. But this time when his fingers trailed up, they kept going until they carefully made contact with the small bundle of nerves he was looking for.

The contact sent an earthquake through your hips and aftershocks up your spine. Noticing your reaction, he grazed the same spot again, and your hips rocked in kind. You dug fingernails into the back of his neck, and it earned you a stifled grunt in his throat.

While he was busy, a thought suddenly appeared in your mind and before you could tame yourself, your free knee moved to catch Feng Xin between the legs and to push against the hardness under his clothing before he could stop you.

The result was a deep rumbling gasp from his throat that you determined had to qualify as one of the most stimulating sounds you had ever heard this man make.

“Do that again,” you murmured with a grin, echoing his own words into his ear.

He stopped. The fingers between your legs paused in contemplation before they were retracted all together.

Before he proceeded, the only words of warning you received were “You first,” before he swiftly removed your underwear completely with both hands, flipped you around and rolled, placing your back up against his, and gripping strong arms around your chest sitting you both upright, legs separated.

He kept you that way. Open. As his arms each snuck around your midsection and met with the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“I don’t mind waiting my turn.” His lips brushed up against the tip of your ear, and then his hands resumed, teasing you until you were putty in his arms.

His middle and ring fingers settled on your most sensitive spot, rubbing slightly. Eventually those fingers slipped down into your wetness and teased your pulsing opening, touching everywhere except where you wanted him. His other hand continued to rub the bundle of nerves he had abandoned earlier.

You turned your head to see his face out of the corner of your eye. He towered over you, but you didn’t care. You loved looking up at him. “Fucking tease,” you threatened. You wanted to see what he’d do.

Feng Xin smiled, “You still think I want to kiss you with that potty mouth?”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk when every other word out of your own mouth is ‘fuck.’”

He kissed you suddenly and spoke, “You won’t be much better off once I’m done with you.” And with that he slipped a finger into you fully and easily.

Your breath hitched but you didn’t make a sound.

He added a second finger quickly, making note of how relaxed you already were, and then began curling them both away from you.

You tightened. He kept going. Finding a rhythm between the curls and thrusts of his fingers inside you with the external stimulation from his other hand.

“Fucker,” you playfully whispered. The teasing had already been more than you could bare, if he kept this up it wouldn’t be long until you unraveled on his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he responded. He stopped thrusting and you felt his arm flex to find a different angle. A deeper angle. And then, leading with his buried fingers, he began to pull upward as if he was powerfully drawing the string on his bow.

The movement targeted inside you right where you were weakest. Your mouth dropped open, head flung back onto his shoulder, and your eyes snapped shut. However, you let no sound escape.

The sight was disappointing to Feng Xin so he tried again. Over and over, massaging that gummy part of you with his fingers and the punishing pull of his arm time and time again.

His other hand kept up too, rubbing at you to mirror the same rhythm, the two movements working together like the double strings of a crossbow, being drawn together tighter and tighter and at the same time. The head of the arrow aiming directly at its target.

Until you could no longer bare it and *SNAP* the bowstring released, sending the arrow soaring.

Feng Xin had hit a bullseye.

Both of his hands continued to fuck you through the explosion of bliss in your body, each movement kicking your balloon of pleasure as high as he could force, until he eventually decided it had been in the air for long enough and let it pop on the ground.

Yet you did not make a sound, restricting your body to labored breathing. If he wanted to hear you moan, he would need to rip it from you. His hands wouldn’t be enough.

The glint of triumph in your glazed eyes was enough to communicate that to him.

He laid you back on the bed to recover, making a show of him stripping out of the last layer of clothing separating him from you.

Just the sight of the size that sprung free from the fabric made you ache. And that ache hurriedly pushed your post-orgasm feeling past and encouraged you to chase the next one.

He was on top of you the next second. Skin on skin, mouth on mouth. Nothing could separate his touch on you now. Both of you were entirely naked and vulnerable in each other’s embrace.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his legs once again, but this time without any restriction of clothing. You felt a prodding warmth graze the needlingly sensitive wetness between your legs and you felt your lower half relax as if you intended to draw it inside.

While one of your hands rested on his shoulder, the other dropped below and guided his arousal toward where you wanted him. You rolled your hips to coat him in the remnants of your lingering and dripping climax and both of you gasped. Then you slowly lowered yourself, allowing him into you with the utmost caution.

He was big. So big it took you a good while before your body could open up enough to even begin to take him. And another moment to allow entrance without pain. But soon enough his full thickness was engulfed by you.

There was still just so much more length to go.

An idea washed over you once you accommodated more of the size inside of you. With every passing moment your body grew hungrier and more impatient. The only way to satisfy your craving was to gorge yourself on the meal you desperately wanted.

You meaningfully looked deep into Feng Xin’s brown eyes and sighed before promptly let gravity crash your hips down into his lap with a hard and wet slap.

He was fully inside.

The penetration into you was sudden and so deep. The overwhelming wave of pleasure and pain rushed over you, and you responded with a sharp gasp.

Your head had been thrown back from the deep and painful impact of him on your cervix. You began to grind your hips on him, feeling that deep pressure prod at your deepest point, as if making a threat that you wanted him to go deeper.

Feng Xin made a face and a noise that seemed to want to make good on that threat.

It felt so good to be around him.

You could only guess how he felt to be so perfectly nestled inside you.

He grabbed your hips, indicating he wanted to move.

“Wait!” you cried suddenly, eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy.

You exclamation scared him, worried that he’d hurt you. His face cooled from hot and hungry to frozen and fearful in an instant. He wrapped your neck and back in a supportive embrace while he scanned your face suddenly asking in a panic, “What’s wrong?”

You’re eyes were half lidded and watering from his intrusion and you responded in a shaky voice, “I just want to feel you.” You subconsciously clenched around him. “Don’t move. I want to stay full.” Tears began to fall from your eyes.

Feng Xin’s eyes grew wide as he processed your words. Your tears startled him. His pause indicating how worried he was until you looked at him in assurance, permitting him to continue.

“I didn’t know how starving you were,” he teased.

You could feel both your own pulse and that of the god inside you at the point where you were connected. For the time being, his heartbeat existed within your body. And the thought of that alone was nearly enough to send you into the sky for the second time.

You hauled your mind far from the edge of that high.

Feng Xin wrapped strong arms around you. Grounding you to the point where you became one.

You then began to snake your arms around Feng Xin’s neck. And before settling your chin on his shoulder, you whispered, “Xin-er…” your voice soaked in insinuated suggestion.

Feng Xin froze.

You continued, “A-xin,” you nibbled and sucked on his earlobe then took a hot breath before weakly whispering into his ear, “I want you.”

The man in and around you trembled imperceptibly. Then he contemplated. And then finally made his next move.

With a terrifying explosion of animalistic brawn and while still fully nestled inside, he flipped both of you over, so you were once again under him and on your back.

Any sort of restraint Feng Xin had been clinging onto had since evaporated, and he pulled out from you entirely only to slam back inside once again.

Over and over and over.

The pace wasn’t fast, but it was hard and drawn out. Each thrust like the release of an arrow from his bowstring. With every thrust, the head of each arrow assaulted your favorite spot deep inside you.

The coils in your gut were on fire from the repeated impacts. The blaze grew hotter every time he bottomed out. Your thoughts jumbled and time slowed within the walls of your mind.

You could barely remember what had led you to this point. The only thought that ricocheted around your brain was just how good it felt to have Feng Xin moving inside you like this.

His force was unrelenting and his stamina unsurpassed. He fucked into you with a passion no less than how he kissed you.

Intentional, hard, and with an infinite amount of love.

It wasn’t long before his persistence ripped the sounds he wanted out of you. And once you broke, you gave up trying to hold back.

It was impossible for you to suppress your sounds anyway, so you directed them right into his mouth. You took a choked breath before the impact followed by a drawn out vocal whine as he prepared his aim to thrust again. Until he burrowed back in and the cycle of your sounds continued.

Each thrust grew harder and more accented as he consumed your moans. They seemed to be fueling him. Each sound he ate up from you funneled directly into the force of the impacts aimed within you.

The beautiful abuse made you feel dumb. Thoughtlessly, you uttered an answer to the question your body had been asking for too long, “Ju Yang,” another thrust hit you. “I see now.”

That little phrase of yours earned you an extra poignant thrust to your insides and a pained moan escaped from you into his mouth. He had not let a single one you fed him go to waste.

He kissed you again after this especially loud moan, and upped his pace, still maintaining his depth.

He had already fucked you dumb but now he was just about to fuck you crazy with pleasure as well.

With every last bit of strength you had left holding you back from your release, you looked into his beautiful golden-brown eyes and breathily uttered, “A-xin.”

He looked at you in response but with not any difference in his rhythm.

“Come with me,” you commanded.

He already had no intention of letting you down. He continued to showcase the true power and stamina of a god yet still as his rhythmic movements grew even more intense. Your mind could not take much more of this euphoric beating. The feeling would soon devour you.

“Feng Xin,” you mindlessly uttered as you placed your hand on his cheek and shut your eyes. You gathered all your remaining composure, directed it to the man above you…

…and you prayed.

You prayed to your god.

The only god you had ever wanted to worship.

The god above you now.

And the god still pounding a waterfall pleasure deep within you, daring you to suffocate because your lungs had now forgotten how to breathe.

His unrelenting pursuit of your orgasm was finally achieved at the height of your breathless hypoxia, melting the rest of your composure along with the tightness in your core.

Gasping loudly from your lack of air, you released, projecting the entire explosion of pleasure into your prayer to him and squeezing the impossibly large size inside you, as if to drag Feng Xin off your cliff of bliss with you.

Your intention was successful. You prayer was heard.

A prayer like none other than he had received before. It poured nothing but your ecstasy into his mind, drowning him in the crushing sensation of your release that was soon to make him gasp from his own.

His eyes flew open, and he looked down at your beautifully pleasured face in realization. A face being pleasured by him, and him alone.

Between your squeeze engulfing him and the heavenly fanfare of your prayer invading his mind on top of it all, his steadfast rhythm became erratic and harder still. He inhaled sharply before hammering into you while he bottomed out one, two, and three more times, preventing you from coming down from your own high, and then buried himself impossibly deep as he came.

He only muttered the strained word, “Fuck,” and sung a melodic whine into your mouth as he filled you.

You felt his release spread within your gut. You felt him twitch as you uncontrollably squeezed, your body and soul still miles from the ground. Your body drew out every last drop from his release and your mouth ate up every moan from his as you pulsed around him.

You devoured his beautiful sounds. You locked your legs around his waist as your body tried to slowly glide down from the heights of your own orgasm with his, both pairs of your hips subtly grinding on their own to subtly shift his fullness within you.

The pair of you stayed connected like this for a while. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, his strong hands holding you in an indestructibly warm embrace, and your insides contracting at increasing intervals around the feeling of which you never wanted to leave from you.

You tried to catch your breath before you spoke. “Don’t move,” your hot breath whispered to him, exhausted.

Feng Xin obeyed. His broad chest heaved. Strands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, where beads of sweat kissed his temples. A few capillaries dripped down his neck and onto his breathing chest. A few more dripped further still.

His body seemed to be glowing. Like there was a halo of light surrounding him. Some sort of shimmering bronze reflection from his skin that bewildered your eyes. His skin was as hot as the embers of a metal-forging inferno, only now beginning to die out.

He was beautiful. In every sense of the word. The man above you made you feel so good, so safe, and so loved. You were in complete awe as you looked up at him from the view on your back.

He was your angel.

Your god.

And you loved him.

Feng Xin didn’t dare pull out. And you didn’t dare ask him to.

Your thoughts are words were one in the same. Your mouth speaking at the exact moment the thought was formed. “I wish I could be full of you all the time.” But it was the truth.

“Is that a prayer?” He chided in response.

“Only if you answer.”

He carefully kissed you in reassurance. Slowly. Deeply. “Always.”

This was perfect. He was perfect.

“I will never leave your side.” He promised between peppered kisses. “I will protect you until the end of time.”

He looked into your soft eyes. You saw the world reflected in his. Your world. A world you would share together. Until the end of everything.

Just a god and his most devoted believer.

Forever inseparable.

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princessofxianle · 2 years ago

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I wanna hold on tighter thats just the way I'm wired: Chapter 1

🏹Feng Xin/reader🏹

🔞MDNI | 2.8k | fluff & eventual smut | read on ao3 | No one fucking look at me

Summary:

“Tell me everything,” he pleaded. There had never been an intimidating aura in his gaze, but his reaction to the boldness of his own words seemed to startle himself into fearing he might’ve been too forward, “Please.”

You did not answer in words. With him, you knew you didn’t need to.

You just took a step forward.

Your unfocused gaze locked forward in line with the chest of the taller man, your free arm reaching toward him, your mind screaming for your body to be embraced.

And embrace you he would. Whenever you so much as whispered for it.

Sometimes Feng Xin is just the only person you want to see after a long day. Luckily he really can't get enough of you.

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You fumbled with your keys while standing outside your own apartment door. The exhaustion from your day had caught up with you as you struggled to even open the deadbolt on the door.

Eventually you made your way inside. Your apartment was simple but comforting. A wood wick candle was lit on the counter. The scent of juniper and spruce washed over you. It wrapped you in its scented tendrils, and heavily filled your lungs like a weighted blanket. A good weight. A secure weight.

And then your gaze landed on the person lounging on the couch. He hadn’t turned around yet to acknowledge your arrival, so you caught a glimpse of his profile. The sunlight leaking through the curtains caught the tips of his eyelashes and shimmered as he looked up and turned to welcome you home.

His eyes seemed to smile more than his lips as he greeted you.

His singular dimple appeared deeply on his left cheek. He didn’t have one on the right. And the shadow of that dimple made his face soft and perfect. You wanted to poke that little spot on his cheek.

Usually, it would make him laugh. To you that was a sound more beautiful than music. And then he would playfully tell you that you were silly for finding something so mundane still so adorable.

Then, when you would blush out of embarrassment for being called out, and he’d break out into an even stronger fit of laughter.

The skin between his thick eyebrows would crease above the bridge of a strong nose, nostrils subtly flaring with every gasp of breath between laughs. His eyes would smile upside down and close so tightly that small beads of tears would squeeze their way to the outer corners of his eyes like a single drop of morning dew on a small branch of apple blossoms.

Sometimes you would gently wipe away those happy tears with the soft pad of your thumb. But he would catch your hand instead, and kiss your palm, never breaking eye contact, and pulling you in with his gaze alone, like the attraction between two opposite poles.

It wasn’t a daunting gaze. It was magnetic. You couldn’t help but be drawn toward him. He was the direction in which the compass of your heart pointed. The North to your South. With one you must always have the other.

And then he’d smile.

Just like he was now.

The flex of his mild and strong jawline complimented his upturned lips.

The cut of his jaw wasn’t sharp like a knife. But rather bold like the rounded end of a stone hammer. Weathered and experienced. But far from showing any sign of decay.

His cheeks blushed as they swelled above his smile, plumping his prominent and round cheekbones. It was just like how he’d smile after kissing your hand. Except this time without the brief playful flick of a pink tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips.

Right now, there was no playful smirk.

Right now, Feng Xin just turned and smiled at you in the most genuine way a man ever could.

The most genuine way a god ever could.

Suddenly the sunlight streaming in from outside through the curtains was blocked by a cloud, and the two golden brown eyes that were smiling at you widened in cautious surprise, before he spoke.

“Meimei…” his voice trailed off, rumbling soft and low. Like the distant roll of thunder in the minutes before a storm threatened to pass over, warning the birds that something was wrong.

You were drawn from your wide-eyed and exhaustion driven trance at the sudden change in his expression. It was subtle. Only you would notice the slight tension in his jaw. You could feel the faint grind of his teeth in his mouth as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek. Something he only did when he was concerned.

He never really was able to hide that feeling very well.

Worry.

It was written everywhere across his facial features. The tightness of his jaw, to the wrinkle above his nose, to the darkness of his eyes.

Brown eyes so dark you were lost in them for a moment.

Yet before falling into them, you retracted the reach of your gaze from the man on the couch and shot it down toward the floor, keeping your eyes hidden under suddenly lowered lashes.

He noticed immediately.

You closed the door and wordlessly walked to put your things away, intentionally preventing your gaze from crossing his. After your key had finally been put away, a hand reached into your line of sight.

Not touching just…

Offering.

You had no choice but to look at him now. Frankly, you didn’t even know why you were acting this way. The person you loved most stood steps away from you. The calming touch of his skin mere inches from your own.

The intensity shown in his eyes wasn’t aggressive or even determined. It was soft. Welcoming. As if he had you tethered by an elastic band.

But, driven by habit, you resisted. Distance increasing but tension rising. You felt the space between you tighten. But when you had stretched the elastic band to its maximum, you could not fight the unbearable force it had on you anymore.

And you let go.

Everything you had been keeping tightly sealed away broke through the vault in your mind and flooded your heart.

Your eyes watered. Subtly. Enough that a fine glimmering line along your bottom lashes obstructed your vision, but no tears fell from them.

The hand he had extended toward you did not bother to stop or delay any more once he saw your face change in that moment.

The fingers of his left hand traced down from your temple and a thumb landed on your cheek. His right traced along your arm, fingers lightly grazing your skin in question.

You leaned a little toward the sensation involuntarily in answer. The warm palm of his hand made full contact and sparked on your skin at the touch. Like the clack of two magnets.

The hand on your cheek wandered until his thumb reached your lower lashes. He slowly ran the outer pad of his thumb across your damp lashes. At the wet feeling on his sensitive fingers, a faint hitch of breath stumbled from his diaphragm.

You did not answer in words. With him, you knew you didn’t need to.

You just took a step forward.

Your unfocused gaze locked forward in line with the chest of the taller man, your free arm reaching toward him, your mind screaming for your body to be embraced.

And embrace you he would. Whenever you so much as whispered for it.

The inaudible scream laced in the desperate reach of your arm was too heart wrenching for him to even attempt to ignore.

Swiftly his position shifted, and he swept you up into his arms, one arm supporting your knees, and the other hugging your shoulders. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck to breathe deeply, calming himself in the familiar scent of your perfume.

“What do you need?” he murmured into your neck. His voice cracked at those words, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not anything louder than a whisper would startle you. His voice was soaked in helplessness, even if it was the person in his arms, you, who was the source of that helpless feeling.

You really didn’t know how to respond to his question.

You lifted your head off him prompting him to lift his as well. You felt an expression appear on your face, and by his reaction it was likely a complicated one. He looked back at you wearing a half smile, softly upturned eyebrows, and glossy caramel milk chocolate eyes.

The concern in his gaze threatened to melt you. Yet still, your pride got the better of you. Even if you were being embarrassingly held in his arms, you convinced yourself you would remain solid.

But you leaned forward anyway. And understanding, he did the same.

Your foreheads met, like you wanted to communicate your unspoken words directly into his mind without the need for hard-to-find and difficult words.

The touch was a gentle reminder of his closeness to you and your trust in him.

For the moment, he held you there, in his arms, breathing.

He waited for your breathing to calm. Initially short and shallow, your breaths slowed and evened out as your body recognized you were safe.

You didn’t realize how much more relaxed you had become until you felt the deep rumble of a suppressed laugh against your face.

Your eyes had fallen closed, and you had subconsciously drawn closer to him, one breath away from your nose grazing his own. If you had done it on purpose, it almost would’ve been a taunt. But he laughed, knowing this wasn’t the case.

“Come with me.” He teased, you felt his breath against your lips, the touch of them however ghosting you entirely.

The phrase implied a question, but he had no intention of actually letting you go.

And you had no intention of leaving.

So, you let him carry you.

He turned his head in the direction of the couch. The warmth of his face left yours feeling cold when he turned away and as he started carrying you. He held you tight as he sat you down with him, placing you sideways in his lap and protecting your head as if he was holding a precious newborn.

Upon feeling the side of the couch at your back, the distance between you and him became unbearable, despite still being in his arms. You leaned toward him and adjusted yourself to wrap your arms under his shoulders and around his chest. Your cheek rested against his sternum.

You wanted to feel the thump of his heartbeat and steady cadence of his breathing. Wanted to take those rhythms and place them within your heart. Unfortunately, this was only the closest you could get.

He responded in kind, wrapping his own arms around you. His grasp was strong. Grounding. Not tight or restrictive. One arm crossing and protecting your back while the other held the back of your head.

You felt so very safe.

You had never felt so safe.

Feng Xin was the one person who could make you feel…

Safe.

He squeezed you against his chest. You squeezed back. It had been such a long day. Just holding onto the man in your arms comforted a place in your soul that had been feeling tension and discomfort for so long.

In response to your strengthened hug, he started gently running his fingers along your back, starting at the vertebrae below your neck and dragging a light touch in circles around each segment of your spine. One, two, three circles with his fingers before he’d move on to the next section and start the circles again.

You shuddered the moment his fingertips reached squarely between your shoulder blades, flexing them together and burying your face deeper into his chest with your eyes shut tight. He promptly removed his fingertips and replaced the teasing ticklish touch of his finger circles with a flat firm hand gently massaging the drawn muscles in your back, gingerly untying the knot in between your shoulder blades until they loosened again.

When you finally relaxed, you realized even being held like this, even intertwined like this, was still not close enough.

Your hands fell to fidget with the bottom hem of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers.

His hands were still on your back and in your hair. But not wildly. There was only just enough movement to let you know he was still there. It suggested nothing more.

Seconds passed and you fought against every muscle in your body that was screaming at you to stay in his arms, to stay safe, and you instead lifted yourself from his embrace.

His arms fell away to allow you the freedom to move. You hated how cold you felt without him. You settled down again in his lap, now facing him with your legs on either side of his. Your hands found their way to his hair, tied up into a bun with only his long bangs framing his beautiful face.

Your hands held the back of his neck as you looked across his face, your gaze switching between both of his golden eyes. Each of your fingers sprawled out and cradled the space between the nape of his neck and the spot just behind his ears. Your finger pads ran up and down between the strands of his tied-up hair to massage his scalp. Your thumbs rested in front of his ears toying with the strands of hair that framed his face.

He simply stared back at you, his eyes hazy with bewilderment. You noticed his concern was still present in the slight crease between his brows.

You wanted that concern to disappear.

Feng Xin dared not to move as you placed your lips on his brow, the spot just above the bridge of his nose, and lightly kissed. Still holding his head and playing with his hair but now also urging his concern to go away.

Just as slowly as you leaned in to kiss him, you then drew back, admiring your work on the way. Settling yourself back in his lap and smiling sweetly now that the crease had melted away.

The bit of Feng Xin’s gaze that had held his cold concern now housed a new contrasting emotion. One that was a lot warmer. And it seemed to be growing throughout his face. The crease that had been between his eyes had been swapped out for a budding warmth in his features.

You were about to drop both of your hands from his neck when Feng Xin reached up to stop one of them from moving. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed his cheek into your palm, closing his eyes.

Hot.

His cheek burned.

Like the scorching sun at the height of summer. Not enough to hurt at first. But dare to stay exposed too much longer and your skin might bubble. Skin cooked raw to the touch.

Too much longer like this and he’d turn you to ash.

Feng Xin hastily shifted his upper body forward, leaning in tauntingly close as he stood to pick you up. Momentum from his movement drew your face toward his and you let it.

His strong hands supported you, gripping tenderly under your thighs as you succumbed to the tingling burn on your skin.

And you kissed him. Sudden and chaste, yet lingering.

He kissed back. Brief but hungry. He only allowed himself to bite your lip for a moment before reluctantly pulling away and meeting your gaze.

You hooked your feet behind his lower back as both reassurance and to steady yourself. In response, Feng Xin carefully and eagerly carried you to your room, and laid you down on your back underneath himself. His one arm gingerly lowered you while the other supported himself above your shoulder and past your ear.

You noticed his fluid movement pause at the sight of you. Your hair draped around your head like a crown as you gazed back at him. You ran your fingers through your own hair to test your theory, and it earned you an open-mouthed gasp from him.

Quiet, but undeniably real.

You drew that same hand away from your hair and ghosted your skin along the back of his neck, twisting the short wisps of hair at his nape around your fingers. When your hand did eventually settle on his neck, that slightest bit of applied force seemed to crumble him, and he dropped his face toward yours, using your hand to guide his way.

And he kissed you again. And again, and again.

There was palpable pressure this time. And much more greed.

Like if he didn’t kiss you just right or if he didn’t kiss you just enough that, for some reason, he thought he would never again get the chance.

Like it was the last and only thing he had ever wanted to do. And, gods be damned, he was going to do it right.

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