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Feng Xin is never betting against Mu Qing again. 

Or rather: Feng Xin is never betting against Mu Qing when he doesn’t know what losing the bet will entail.

And the bet wasn’t even one with high stakes or anything, it was just Mu Qing betting that he could beat Feng Xin in an archery competition – which Feng Xin obviously took because his aim is the best in the entirety of the Heavens, the fuck? – and then he cheated.

Mu Qing insists that getting Feng Xin drunk doesn’t necessarily equate to cheating. Feng Xin says that yes, it fucking does.

But nevertheless, Feng Xin is no doubt a man of his word, so he asked Mu Qing what he wanted, and Mu Qing is such a horny little shit it’s not even funny anymore.

“So what do you want?” Feng Xin had asked, naively, so fucking naively, “I lost the bet, fine, so what do you want from me?”

Who even makes cocks of jade? Who takes a piece of beautiful jade and, despite the options of making it into a flower, or a tea-set, consciously carves it into the design of a dick?? When they're done with all of this, Feng Xin is going to find the carver and shrink their own dick to the size of a walnut. If the carver is a woman, he's not going to do shit. He's not going that far.

Mu Qing had wasted no time in opening him up, fingers slick with jasmine oil, and sliding the jade inside of him – which, granted, wasn’t terrible. In fact, it was the opposite, pleasure sparking up his spine, Feng Xin thinking that maybe this wouldn’t be bad after all –

And then Mu Qing had propped him up against the headboard, looked at him with that infuriatingly gorgeous smile, and said “We’ve got a meeting today.”

Feng Xin is never betting against Mu Qing again.

… 

It’s impossible to sit still, his thigh bouncing uncontrollably as he bites his lip – he knows his face must be an unflattering shade of red, his entire body burning with both pleasure and humiliation, the jade hard and unyielding inside of him.

Mu Qing sits next to him, a definite smugness radiating off of him, the bitch.

And the whole thing wouldn’t be that bad if it was just a normal piece of jade. Feng Xin can handle the muted pleasure of holding a cock inside, but since Mu Qing just desperately wants to be a jerk, the jade is imbued with spiritual energy, meaning ...

He jumps a little when the jade moves, bucking up just slightly and Feng Xin is going to go insane.

Feng Xin may be a martial god, with his pain tolerance much higher than a mortal, but his tolerance to pleasure is abysmal.  

(He can’t hide his reactions for shit, an almost complete opposite to Mu Qing – once, he had sucked Mu Qing off while Mu Qing had been in the communication array, and Mu Qing hadn’t even broken a sweat while reporting on his region’s end-of-year results. Feng Xin still looks back on that fondly, remembering how Mu Qing had torn into him afterwards, “How could you make me come while I was talking about fucking – grain reports?!”)

“The Southwest has nothing to report,” Mu Qing announces, startling him out of his stupor.

That’s his cue to speak. “The Southeast has nothing to report, either,” Feng Xin says quickly, straightening automatically and hoping that Mu Qing doesn’t –

And there it is. Mu Qing is a jerk.

His voice tapers off into a squeak, his grip on the table tightening until he can hear the wood creak, but luckily all of the other gods are focused on Pei Ming instead. He tilts his head downwards, letting his bangs cover his face, and squeezes his eyes shut against the shameful pleasure curling in his stomach.

He breathes carefully through his nose, shifting forwards as if that will lessen the pressure on his sweet spot, squaring his shoulders and resolutely focusing on the meeting.

A moment later, he slaps a hand over his mouth, just in time to stifle the surprised moan – Mu Qing, you fucking asshole.

The jade hums to life inside of him. Since he’s sitting down, it can’t quite get the leverage to thrust in and out, but Mu Qing is nothing if not resourceful. Instead, the jade vibrates back and forth, and they’ve only been here for half a shichen and he’s already at his limit.

Pei Ming meets his gaze from across the table, and his face goes from concern for Feng Xin’s flushed face, to shock when it begins to dawn on him, and finally to a knowing smile as he realizes.

(Fuck.)

While the other gods continue to talk about their respective concerns, Pei Ming raises his hands just above the table’s surface, making a circle with one hand and slowly beginning to move his finger in and out in a crude gesture – what did he expect, it’s Pei-fucking-Ming – and Feng Xin gives him the sharpest frown he can muster.

A hand lands on his thigh just a moment later, and he looks to his right to see Mu Qing glaring daggers at Pei Ming, a sharp challenge in his gaze as if to say back off. He’s not yours to look at.

Feng Xin shivers. How sweet.

The meeting ends, and Feng Xin immediately heads for the door, fully intent on getting home and pulling Mu Qing into bed with him, but Mu Qing stops him with a teasing, “Did you think it would be that easy?”

“Are you fucking serious,” Feng Xin whispers, a little incredulously, “Are you – what??”

Mu Qing drags him around the hall, greeting various officials and wishing them the best for the coming year, keeping up appearances, and normally Feng Xin wouldn’t have a single problem with this. Normally, if Feng Xin didn’t have a jade cock stuffed up his ass, Feng Xin would be just as eager to wish everybody well, but under the current circumstances ..!

“I hope you have nothing but blessings for this coming year,” Mu Qing says courteously, bowing deeply to Lang Qianqiu, and Feng Xin doesn’t have a choice but to bow as well because he doesn’t want to look like a dick but that just makes the jade buck further upwards – fuck Mu Qing!!

They continue around the room, offering their respects to the others as a pair.

“General Xuan Zhen,” Ling Wen calls, and Mu Qing leaves him in the middle of the hall, sending Feng Xin a small half-smirk as he walks away, the jade still fucking buzzing.

The jade thrusts upward, going almost impossibly deep, and Feng Xin stumbles forwards, bumping into Pei Ming’s broad shoulder. “Sorry,” he pants, backpedaling as fast as he can, “Pei Ming, w-we – Mu Qing and I – hope you have an excellent year ahead of you.”

“Do you seriously have a cock in your ass?” and okay, they’re jumping straight into the deep end with that.

Feng Xin laughs, a little hysterically. “I’m sure you already know the answer to that.”

“I didn’t think you two could be so bold,” Pei Ming’s eyes are alight with mischief. “Xuan Zhen is the one controlling it, right? How shameless, Feng Xin, I can’t believe you actually have a cock in your –”

“Shut up,” Feng Xin begs, silently pleading for Mu Qing to return, because he’s not sure if he can hold out any longer, what with the pleasure hot and bright and overwhelming. “I lost a bet, and Mu Qing decided to – to – it's none of your fucking business, we're not talking about this.”

“To send you to a meeting with – what is it made of? Where did he get it from?” Pei Ming sounds entirely too interested in the jade-cock-sculpting-process. “I’ve always wanted one, made of jade, but I’ve never met an artisan skilled enough to do so.”

The fuck? “Why are you asking me? I’m not the one who got it!!”

“And it’s jade, so it conducts qi more easily – how clever!”

With a delighted smile, Pei Ming reaches out, his spiritual energy flaring to life, and very carefully takes control of the jade, which – what the fuck, Pei Ming?? It slams upwards, turning his legs to jelly, and Feng Xin’s knees buckle with the sudden pleasure.

“General Ming Guang,” Mu Qing growls, materializing by Feng Xin’s side, “What are you doing?”

Pei Ming laughs, “Nothing, nothing!” He grins at the both of them, winking exaggeratedly, “Have fun, you two!” and laughs again when Mu Qing takes a swipe at him, bouncing off to the middle of the room to bother some other unfortunate gods.

“So?” Mu Qing looks so, unbearably smug, crossing his arms in front of his chest and watching Feng Xin tremble with a slight smile on his face. “How is it?”

“I hate you,” Feng Xin whispers urgently, almost unable to move because of how his legs won’t stop shaking, “Let’s go – g-go back, you can do whatever you want to me if we go back right now.”

Mu Qing pauses as if considering it, and then – the smile on his face brightens, almost to a full-fledged grin. “Alright, but let’s make one last stop first.”

And that shouldn’t be too bad, right? 

Wrong. Feng Xin has to stop underestimating Mu Qing’s capability of – of – of being horny.

(It’s all those years of being a repressed virgin, Feng Xin thinks. Repressing all of those feelings for eight hundred years must have changed his thought process, or something, because Feng Xin doesn’t know how Mu Qing comes up with situations like this.)

He stares, in abject horror, as Mu Qing tugs him over to Xie Lian.

“Don’t do this,” he says, quiet and more than a little desperate. “Please.”

Mu Qing just pats him on the back, amusement dancing in his eyes. “If you can get through this, we can go home.” 

… 

“Oh, Feng Xin, Mu Qing!” Xie Lian waves at them both, standing up to greet them. “I was looking for you two!”

“D-Dianxia,” he grits out, and when he bows the jade shifts – he tamps down on the noise as best he can, but a muffled sort of mewl squeezes past his pursed lips despite his efforts. “Mu Qing and I offer our best wishes, for – f-for the – mmn! – for the coming y-year.”

Xie Lian looks at him with a quiet concern in his eyes. “Feng Xin, are you okay?”

No! I’m not!!

“I’m fine,” he says as smoothly as he can, “Is there s-something you need?”

Xie Lian still looks concerned, venturing closer and pressing the back of his hand to Feng Xin’s forehead. “You’re a bit warm, you might be getting sick …”

“No, no, I’m really fine!” Feng Xin starts forwards, to reassure him, but Mu Qing’s grip tightens on his wrist and the jade slides upwards – “Dianxia,” he manages to say somewhat normally, choking on the moan that threatens to rise from his throat, “Please, just – why were y-you looking for us?”

“Well, you see ...” Xie Lian begins to ramble on about how there’s been a possible sighting of a demon off of the South border, and Feng Xin isn’t listening to a single word that comes out of his mouth.

He stomps on Mu Qing’s foot, giving him a pleading look – you can’t make me embarrass myself in front of Dianxia, you fucking can’t! – but Mu Qing just sticks his tongue out, making the jade begin to gently vibrate. Mu Qing is a dick. Feng Xin is a fool for liking that.

“Of course, we’d love to help,” Mu Qing dips his head respectfully, giving him a sly smile behind his bangs. “Feng Xin, you spend the most time in the mortal realm. Have you seen this demon around?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but the jade suddenly thrusts upwards, whatever words he was going to say turn into a sort of strangled squeak – he swallows hard, turning to Mu Qing and mouthing don’t.

“Feng Xin?”

“A demon,” he says, shaky and struggling to stay standing, “I would – I would have killed any demon that crossed my p-path, so – so I don’t think I’ve seen –”

“Dianxia, could you describe it? Maybe that’ll help him remember.” Mu Qing’s fingers wander to the base of the jade, twisting it through several layers of fabric. “Where did you see it last?”

“I’m going to kill you,” he whispers to Mu Qing, bringing trembling fingers up to his mouth to hopefully muffle the sounds that slip past his lips, “Stop it, or –”

“You lost the bet,” Mu Qing sing-songs, looking at him with a smug smile.

He whimpers, “But – it’s Dianxia, you can’t let me make a fool of myself in front of – in front of Dianxia!”

Mu Qing’s wicked smile tells him everything he needs to know. It should be infuriating, and it is, but Feng Xin feels a thrill of pleasure from seeing that smile directed towards him, dark and mischievous in a way that Mu Qing only saves for when he's decided to torture Feng Xin until he breaks. However, he thinks, digging his fingernails into his palms so he won't get carried away, this isn't the fucking time.

“... so have you seen it?” and Xie Lian looks so innocent, beaming at both of them – Feng Xin has a jade cock in his ass and Xie Lian is smiling at him.

“I haven’t,” Mu Qing turns to him, blinking slowly. “Have you?”

“N-No, I don’t think so, but I could go check – check the palace records, i-if you’d let me,” it takes so much effort to keep his voice level, what with the jade pushing in and out, stretching him to the fucking limit. “If you’ll excuse me –”

“But you only just got here,” Mu Qing pats him on the back, none too gently, “Dianxia, when’s the last time you two talked?”

“Ah, you’re right!” Xie Lian gives him a dizzyingly sweet smile, sweeping forwards and squishing his cheeks together. “Feng Xin, you haven’t been keeping in touch lately, is there something going on?”

He laughs, high and strained, shifting forwards and trying to alleviate the pressure against that spot. “Well, I – I guess I’ve just been busy doing – doing – M-Mu Qing!”

Xie Lian tilts his head in confusion.“You’ve been busy doing … Mu Qing?”

“Not a lie,” Mu Qing mumbles under his breath, but raises his voice to say “Feng Xin, are you okay?”

“You asshole,” he spits, fingers fisting in the fabric of his own robes, no doubt leaving wrinkles that he’ll have to iron out later. “Sorry, I just – all of a sudden, I don’t feel very well,” and surely that will get Xie Lian to leave him alone.

“I knew you were getting sick!” and Xie Lian begins steering him towards one of the stone benches littering the Heavens, clearly intending on getting him to sit down which is the worst possible thing he could do right now, Dianxia please no –

As soon as he sits down, the jade drives upwards and goes so fucking deep that his entire body heaves with the effort of keeping his moans silent, and even then he can’t stop the embarrassing squeak that spills from his lips. Xie Lian pulls him upwards with a panicked “That made it worse, didn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah,” he manages to get out. “I – I think I’ll just go home.”

“Let me get you something first,” Xie Lian darts away with a “Mu Qing, watch over him while I get something for his fever, I’ll be right back.”

He stumbles, weak in the knees from the searing pleasure in his veins. “Mu Qing,” he whimpers, leaning heavily on Mu Qing’s shoulder, “Stop it, I can’t – that’s Dianxia, you can’t be okay with being so – so shameless in front of him, stop –!”

“Beg for it,” Mu Qing whispers into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe before moving to his jaw, not biting hard enough to leave a mark but still making sure that Feng Xin feels his tongue swiping over his skin, teeth scraping against his neck. “One word, and I’ll take you back.”

Beg?

“Why the fuck would I beg? Fuck off,” he snarls – he has to keep some semblance of dignity – and that’s the cue for the jade to thrust forwards and begin a frantic pace, brushing against his sweet spot with every movement. “Oh,” he gasps, losing his balance with the force of the pleasure, “Mu Qing – Mu Qing!"

The jade presses so deep, all the way to the very hilt, and he feels the coiling pleasure in his stomach wind tighter and tighter as if he's about to –

“Mu Qing,” he pants desperately, leaning heavily against his side, “You, you, you can’t, I – I’m so close, I’m –!”

Mu Qing pulls away to look at him, his stare incredulous. “You’re close?”  

That was the wrong thing to say, Feng Xin muses. He squirms, trying to shift into a position that won’t make him burn red-hot with molten pleasure, and ultimately fails. “So – so what if I a-am?” He quivers, biting his lip in an effort to stay grounded, “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day, of c-course I’d be close!”

“Huh.” Mu Qing raises an eyebrow, still looking somewhat surprised. “How shameless.”

“Shameless?!” Feng Xin rises to his full height, offended by the very idea. “I’m not the one who – who – oh, f-fuck, wait, Mu Qing, don’t –”

His back arches and he barely manages to swallow the moan, grabbing blindly at Mu Qing’s shoulder to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure; the jade thrusts in so deeply, the tip scraping across sensitive walls and making him twitch with the sensations going straight to his cock. “D-Don’t,” he gasps, “I’m seriously close, don’t!”

Xie Lian comes back at the worst time.

“Feng Xin, here,” Xie Lian offers him a small pouch of herbs, pressing it into Feng Xin’s trembling fingers. “If you’re cold, you can have my robe, or I could get you some warm water, or –”

“Dianxia, there’s no n-need.” Feng Xin clasps his hands together, trying desperately to focus on Xie Lian’s concerned face. “Really. I’ll be fine, and – and –” the jade shoves all the way in and Feng Xin makes a sound as if the air has been punched out of his stomach, doubling over with a strangled wheeze.

“Please,” he whispers, squeezing Mu Qing’s shoulder in a death grip, “Mu Qing, please, please, please –”

Mu Qing looks strangely surprised – you were the one who wanted me to beg in the first place, he thinks deliriously, and the jade keeps moving, delicious vibrations directly on a sensitive spot, and Feng Xin tips over the edge.

It’s made all the more intense since he’s been walking the fine line between torturous pleasure and blissful release for what feels like forever, and now he can’t even enjoy it because Dianxia is right fucking there. Feng Xin shoots Mu Qing a furious glare, right before his eyes roll back into his head.

He clamps both hands over his mouth in an effort to stifle his moans but it doesn’t work – his knees give out and Mu Qing catches him, quickly turning him around so that he can hide his face in the hollow of his neck. Vaguely, he can hear various noises of concern from the officials around them, moving forwards to make sure that he’s okay, but the only thing he can focus on is the jade still hitting that spot inside of him, fucking him throughout his release –

“Feng Xin, are you okay?” Xie Lian takes a step towards them, and Mu Qing holds up a hand to stop him.

“Dianxia, Feng Xin doesn’t seem very well,” Mu Qing says (kind of obviously), throwing his arm around Feng Xin’s shoulders and tugging him along. “I’ll take him to his palace.”

His legs won’t move, still twitching through the aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms he’s ever had. “Mu Qing,” he whimpers, biting down on his fingers to muffle the rest of his noises, “Mu Qing – please, please – I – please –”

A sharp inhale – Mu Qing takes a step, frowning when Feng Xin doesn’t immediately follow.

“You’re so annoying,” Mu Qing murmurs, but he hauls him up to his side, acting as a sort of crutch. “Come on, then.”

A hand slips into his robes, slowly rocking the jade back and forth as they set off to the palace, Feng Xin not quite able to muffle his moans. “Wait, Mu Qing,” he pants, voice breathy and hoarse from the pleasure, “I just came, you can’t keep – Mu Qing, Mu Qing, I just –”

Mu Qing taps on the jade and the vibrations increase ten-fold.

“Fuck you, fuck you, f-fuck you so fucking much,” he gasps, tripping over his own feet from the waves of overstimulation that shoot up his spine, “I just came, you j-jerk!”

“You sound so much nicer when you beg,” Mu Qing says in response, giving him a half-hearted glare. “Say please again, and maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Please,” Feng Xin pleads, he doesn’t feel ashamed anymore, not when the pleasure coiling in his gut is too much too bright too much too fucking good too fucking much, “Please, Mu Qing, just give me – give me a moment, wait just a moment – please –!”

And Mu Qing stares at him, eyes wide – Feng Xin can barely even see him through the tears in his vision – and exhales, slow and steady.

The next second, the jade slams so deep inside him that his legs give out entirely.

“Mu Qing!” His arms flail outwards, blindly searching for something to grab onto, “What did I just say – fuck, fuck fuck fuck, you jerk, you fucking asshole – f-fuck!”

He collapses to his knees in the middle of the street, shocks of overstimulated pleasure racing up his spine, biting down on the heel of his palm so hard that he breaks the skin. The street could be full of people, gods peeking out of their temples to witness his shame, or it could be empty, he doesn’t know – Feng Xin can’t think, all thoughts fuzzy and indistinct, drowned out by the waves of too much pleasure.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, spit dripping past his fingers and down his chin – he must look a wreck, but how can he focus on that when the jade inside of him keeps thrusting–?!

“General Nan Yang clearly isn’t well,” Mu Qing’s voice is hazy, fingers massaging tight circles into the small of his back, “You, there – tell his palace officials to leave us alone, I’ll examine him myself.”

Someone’s footsteps get fainter – so there were people in the street – and Mu Qing crouches down by his side, gazing up at him with a deceptively sweet smile. “You know, you did a surprisingly good job at staying quiet. I was expecting you to break much sooner.”

Feng Xin shakily takes his hands away from his mouth, breathing hard. “You wanted me to embarrass myself in front of everyone?”

“Well, not really,” Mu Qing practically glows with a pleased satisfaction, like a cat that got the cream. “I stopped controlling it after Dianxia left, you could have stopped it at any time.”

“What?!”

“You didn’t … check to see if you could control it?” Mu Qing tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “That would have been the first thing I would have done. If you really didn’t want to embarrass yourself, then you should have tried to stop it yourself. Are you stupid?”

“I trusted you!!” Feng Xin struggles to stand, his knees still wobbly from the afterglow. “I thought that you would have stopped it before I fucking came!”

Mu Qing snickers. “I was going to, but you just looked so desperate – how could I have taken that away from you?”

The audacity.

“You’re a piece of shit,” Feng Xin pants, wincing at the stickiness on the inside of his robes. “You’re a piece of shit,” he repeats, just for emphasis. “I just came in front of Dianxia, oh no–”

“Calm down,” Mu Qing helps him to his feet, pulling him close, “He didn’t realize.”

If Xie Lian ever finds out about what happened here, Feng Xin will die of humiliation. Instant death.

“If I wasn’t controlling it,” Mu Qing’s voice is filled with delight, a definite bounce in his step as they walk up the steps to Feng Xin’s palace, “That means that you wanted to come, and your spiritual energy answered.”

“Shut up,” Feng Xin feels hot all over, flushing with humiliation. “I don’t – I –”

“You wanted to come in front of everybody,” and Mu Qing presses an open-mouthed kiss to the strip of skin that isn’t hidden by his collar, “Are you sure that you didn’t like the feeling? Are you sure that you didn’t want to come in front of Dianxi –”

They enter the hall, and the moment the door closes behind them, Feng Xin turns and slams Mu Qing into the wall. “Shut the fuck up,” and he grabs Mu Qing by the collar, dragging him in for a bruising kiss, “It was – it was so disrespectful – if he had found out, we – we –”

“You and your honor,” Mu Qing rolls his eyes. “Well? We’re in the middle of your hall, anybody could come in and see you like this. Don’t you find that shameful?”

Feng Xin pulls away for a moment, sending a brief flare of qi around them. He can’t detect any other presences, and he turns back to Mu Qing and gasps out a “Nobody's here, and even if there was somebody I wouldn’t care right now because you've been teasing me all fucking day, you asshole!"

The ground drops out from underneath him, and he lets out a startled groan when Mu Qing’s hands wrap around his thighs – he forgets, always forgets, the strength hidden in those arms – and heave him upwards, his legs instinctively wrapping around Mu Qing’s slender waist.

“Tell me more,” Mu Qing whispers, “Tell this god what you want, Feng Xin, and maybe it will be given to you.”

He squeezes his thighs around Mu Qing’s hips, bucking upwards and grinding his cock against Mu Qing’s robes, a noise of desperation spilling from his lips, “I want – I want –”

The jade shifts with his movement, and he’s so fucking done.

“I want you,” he begs, and he can’t even muster up the energy to give Mu Qing a glare, his entire body trembling, “Please, Mu Qing – please, please!”

They tumble into his bedroom in a tangle of limbs, Feng Xin not even bothering to take his robes off, instead just pushing the fabric to the side as he grabs the jade’s hilt and shoves it deeper, falling face-first into the bed and fucking himself desperately with it – “Mu Qing,” he gasps, chasing his pleasure, “Mu Qing –”

“Look at you,” Mu Qing looks him up and down, “Shameless.”

“Whose fucking f-fault is it?” He practically whines, his moans loud and urgent. It’s almost as if he can’t hold them back anymore, after trying so hard to stifle them before. “Mu Qing, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll – I’ll –”

An idea. 

(When have his ideas ever been good?)

Still, he opens his mouth.“This is actually better than your cock,” he spits, because deep down he truly is frustrated from all the fucking torture. “At least this can make me come.”

Everything stops.

Mu Qing grabs him by the hair, pulling him upwards to meet his gaze – his eyes are cold, and he can see the rage in every movement of his fingers, the twitch of his eyebrows. “Say that again,” Mu Qing murmurs, voice surprisingly steady. “Say that again, I dare you.”

It’s not a good idea to say it again.

“You heard me,” he hears himself say, “Your cock doesn’t even vibrate, why would I need –”

In an instant, the jade slides out of him, replaced by the searing heat of Mu Qing Mu Qing Mu Qing and this is what he’s been wanting, ever since Mu Qing shoved him out the door with that jade in him – he just wanted this, warm and – “Yes,” he moans, open-mouthed and panting, “Yes, yes – Mu Qing –”

And in that same instant, Mu Qing pulls all the way out, leaving him clenching around nothing but air.

Feng Xin is balanced on a knife’s edge, torn between snapping at Mu Qing for the entire experience of trying to keep from embarrassing himself in the Heavenly Court, and between begging for that cock back inside of him. He goes for a strange mixture of both.

“You fucking jerk,” he cries out, scrabbling at the sheets, “You fucking – you fucking asshole – haven’t you teased me enough? When are you going to – please!”

“I thought you said you didn’t need me,” Mu Qing says coldly, fitting the jade back inside of him, “I guess you don’t need my –”

“Wait!” and Feng Xin turns to stare at him with wide, panicked eyes, “I didn’t mean it, don't go, I only wanted you to go a bit faster – please don't leave, I really didn't mean it, Mu Qing!”

“Oh?” Mu Qing begins to fuck him with the jade, thrusting it in and out with sharp flicks of his wrist. “Then prove it. If you really didn’t mean it, then the only time you’ll come is when you’re on my cock, right?”

Who the fuck taught Mu Qing dirty talk? Feng Xin is sure that he would remember teaching Mu Qing how to completely undo him with just a couple of words, but he comes up blank.

A wave of heat washes over him and he nods meekly, face flushing redder than it’s ever been before. “Y-Yes.”

“Then don’t come,” and Mu Qing shoves the jade so fucking deep, spiritual energy flooding into the jade and making it red-hot, almost as if it’s real – it’s still vibrating, setting every nerve alight with molten pleasure –

Feng Xin wails, toes curling as he struggles not to come, arching off of the bed with how hard he jerks.

“Mu Qing,” he sobs, “I – I – please –!”

“Don’t come,” Mu Qing repeats as he continues fucking the jade into him, twisting it with a simple movement of his wrist, “If you don’t come, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

The ridges make it impossible to keep still, and Feng Xin can’t – can’t hold on, writhing uncontrollably as he tries desperately not to come, his entire body trembling with the effort. His breath comes in heavy pants, hitching every time Mu Qing thrusts the jade deeper, bitten-back moans slipping from his lips –

“Mu Qing,” he whines, trying uselessly to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, hips bucking upwards in vain, “Please, I really didn’t mean it, Mu Qing please –”

It continues to thrust in and out, Mu Qing apparently unsatisfied with how well Feng Xin manages to keep from coming; he presses the head of the jade right up against his sweet spot and fills it with another surge of golden spiritual energy, the vibrations intensifying to a fever-pitch.

“Mu Qing!” and Feng Xin lets his voice ring through the room, so intensely loud, thighs slamming shut as if trying to push the jade away. ‘Please, please –”

He can’t hold on any longer, his release so close that he can almost taste it.

"Please,” his voice sounds so wrecked, wet with tears and thin with desperation, “Please, I – I can’t – ‘m so close – please –”

The jade is held there for an eternity, Feng Xin thrashing from side to side in an effort to keep from coming but in actuality just making it harder for himself, since the ridges scrape against that spot with every movement, sending him spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“I – gonna come,” his toes are cramping from how tightly they’ve been curled, and he sobs, “Please, ‘m really gonna –”

Mu Qing hums, keeping the jade there for a long, torturous moment, before finally sliding it out, pressing an apologetic kiss to his rim. “You did well,” Mu Qing murmurs, biting gently at the inside of his thighs, "You did well, Feng Xin."

The words wash over him like honey, sweet and lilting; Feng Xin exhales, the tension leaving his shoulders from those simple words of praise. He’s still incredibly close, his cock flushed and angry where it bobs against his stomach, but Mu Qing just praised him – he feels warm, a weary smile rising to his lips, and he tugs Mu Qing forwards.

It was pure torture, but he didn’t come.

“I didn’t come, so you – you promised,” and he hates how whiny his voice sounds, but he’s not going to let Mu Qing go back on his word, and fuck if Feng Xin isn’t going to get that cock inside him sometime today. “Plea – oh, fuck!”

Mu Qing sinks into him, the tip of his cock scraping against his sweet spot as he pushes so fucking deep inside –

“Mu Qing!” and Feng Xin can’t – he longs, suddenly, for Mu Qing's hands on him, cursing his impatience and how his robes stick to his skin. While they're not exactly new to fucking with their clothes on, Feng Xin always prefers feeling Mu Qing's skin beneath his fingertips.

There's spit dripping down his chin, he realizes vaguely. 

Damn. That’s embarrassing.

It should also be embarrassing, how quickly he comes, but he can't find it in himself to care because he's been teetering on the edge all fucking day.

"Mu Qing," he babbles deliriously, thighs twitching throughout his orgasm, his cock smearing wetness over his stomach as he rakes his nails down the back of Mu Qing's robes, no doubt leaving tears in the fabric. "Mu Qing, Mu Qing – ah, ah, ah!" 

Both of their robes are probably beyond saving at this point, he thinks. His, from the cum on the inside, and Mu Qing's, from the scratches made by a martial god in the throes of pleasure. He hopes Mu Qing doesn't mind, but who knows? Mu Qing has always been particular about his clothes.

“How greedy,” and Mu Qing keeps fucking him through his release, one slender hand sneaking beneath his robes and wrapping around his length, fisting him in time with his punishingly precise thrusts –

Feng Xin wails with the overstimulation that sends skittering sparks of overwhelming pleasure up his spine, but locks his ankles behind Mu Qing's back so that he can't pull away. In almost no time at all, he can feel his cock rising again, and Feng Xin continues to babble incoherently, curses and Mu Qing's name falling from his lips.

"Ah, ah, 'm gonna – I'm gonna come again," Feng Xin pants, "Fuck, 'm gonna, Mu Qing –"

He arches off the bed, clenching so tightly around Mu Qing's cock that he can hear Mu Qing's breath stutter. "Fuck fuck – fuck, 'm so close!”

“A’Xin,” Mu Qing murmurs into his ear, sending waves of heat down his spine, “You look … good,” and he bites down on the side of his neck, no doubt leaving a mark, “Desperate, maybe. You look good like this,” and –

“Don’t say that,” Feng Xin hisses, but the praise has him dizzy with pleasure. “Y-You – I –”

A sharp thrust, an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of his lips, fingers rubbing circles into his chest – Feng Xin couldn’t stop himself from coming even if he tried. 

He throws his head backwards, hitting the pillow and crying out as he comes, again, entire body shaking as he tips over the edge. 

Above him, Mu Qing moans, quiet and bitten off, and Feng Xin barely has any time to brace himself for the sudden warmth that fills him to the brim. He can feel Mu Qing pulsing inside of him, cum seeping into – it's good, so good, and Feng Xin cards his fingers through Mu Qing's hair, giving him a bit of time as they both come down. This is the part he likes most, he muses, when Mu Qing is soft and pliant in his hands, a pretty flush dusting his cheekbones.

“You’re going to have to clean me up,” Feng Xin murmurs dazedly, trying to school his expression into something stern, something less ... fucked-out. “Take responsibility.”

Mu Qing gives him a flat glare. “You’re so spoiled,” he murmurs, without any real heat to it, and then slowly begins to move away, pressing delicate fingers to his rim and stopping any more cum from leaking out, dipping his fingertips in just slightly before pulling them away as well. 

“Mu Qing,” Feng Xin lifts his head from the pillow, twitching from the contact, “Don’t you dare tease.”

Ignoring him, Mu Qing leans down and slowly begins to lick out his own cum, nipping at his tender rim with smooth, practiced movements – despite his best efforts to control himself, Feng Xin bucks into that touch, a breathy sigh leaving his lips as that talented tongue pushes deeper. It brushes against – that spot – and Feng Xin gasps, eyes snapping open. 

“I’m not going again,” he says in warning. “In fact, I’m never betting with you ever again. Take your jade back, I shouldn’t be rewarding you for this – Pei Ming knows that I had a piece of jade in my – in an official meeting!!”

“Well –”

“No!” Feng Xin pushes him away, sitting up with a huff. “Dianxia was actually concerned for me, but it was just you and your stupid jade cock, and it was so humiliating – how did you even come up with an idea like that?!”

“Feng Xin –”

He covers his face with his hands, the implications of what they did – technically having sex in front of the entire Heavenly Court, in front of Pei Ming, in front of Dianxia – finally hitting him. “I almost died from the embarrassment! Take your stupid jade back right fucking now!”

“But Feng Xin,” and Mu Qing raises himself up, eyes filled with a challenge, “We haven’t used it on me yet, have we?”

Hm.

“So we haven’t,” Feng Xin snaps, reluctantly interested despite himself. “... fine.”

… 

(“Feng Xin?”

“Oh, Dianxia. Did you need something?”

“I heard something from Pei Ming, and I just wanted to make sure that he was lying, since I know that you'd never actually do something like that –”

“Don’t.”

“... Feng Xin, you didn’t.”

“Don’t.”)