I pivot away from the wall and carry Qiang to the bed. Instead of dropping them on it, I hold on tight, climb onto the bed, and crawl up it without letting go until their head rests against my satin pillow.
Their hair halos around them as their legs drop from around my waist, and I just take them in for the millionth time tonight. It’s like seeing all of these versions of them that I’ve only ever dreamed of and so desperately wanted. None of them is quite how I envisioned them, but a thousand times better because they’re real, not imagined.
Their hands find their way beneath the hem of my shirt, and they skirt their fingers up my back. A heavy sigh works its way out of me at the touch that sends a shiver down my spine.
My mouth finally leaves theirs so I can strip the shirt off of me, before I lean back down and slowly glide my lips down their body, tracing patterns into their skin with my tongue. I drop a steady stream of kisses, tasting their body one inch at a time.
Their Adam’s apple as it bobs, a little mole just beneath their left collarbone, another one just below their right nipple. Little mewls follow each of my exploratory kisses until I halt my descent.
I look up and meet their half-lidded, glazed-over eyes and leandown to place a very deliberate kiss between their belly button and the hem of their shorts.
Their body ripples with the shaky breath they exhale at my touch.
"Don't tease," they whine so prettily.
I’ve spent a borderline creepy amount of time fantasizing about having this person beneath me, and having them needy enough for my touch to whine for it undoes me in a way I didn't think I could be undone.
But of course, I can't just accept their need for what it is. I have to reach out and touch it, play with it, test its borders and boundaries to see how far I can stretch it. I flick the tip of my tongue along the hem of their shorts, pulling the elastic up just enough to drive them wild.
"Don't tease?" I purr, biting my lip to hide my smile when that stunning flash of irritation lights up their eyes.
Most of the time, they’re wound up so tight that most people can’t unravel them, but something about me makes it almost child’s play to rile them up, and I live for it. I love it when they drop all their barriers and snap back.
"You mean like you did with the sexy phone call?"
Their eyes widen just a touch before their head falls back against the pillow, and they let out an exasperated groan.
"You weren't supposed to hear that."
I slowly work their shorts down and discard them. The sight of them, bare before me, both physically and emotionally, is what dreams are made of.
They are perfect; long lines and smooth tanned skin. The ruby head of their uncut cock peeks out from their foreskin, and they'resohard, I can see the small pulses running through it as it throbs. Their eyes are on me as I run my hands up their thighs with one mission in mind.
"But I did, and I'd be lying if I said I haven't spent countless nights wondering what it was your imagination had me doing to you that had you moaning my name like that."
It's something I've wondered since the night it happened. My eyes flicker to theirs, hoping they'll answer the curiosity in my observation.
"Your cock down my throat," they say without hesitation.
No shame, no holding back, just bare honesty.
The thought ofthemtouchingme,turning them onthatmuch instead of anythingIwas doing tothem,has me sitting up and kissing them hard, trying to use the kiss as a way to manage that rumbly possessive power in my gut that's always ready to pounce and devour them whole.
It's practically impossible to keep it quiet on most days, and sometimes I wonder if they have even an inkling of what they do to me.
"Fuck, Qiang, you can’t just say shit like that," I breathe into their mouth as I pull away.
Qiang whines slightly as the kiss ends and their hands curl around my neck to keep me close. I drop my forehead to theirs in ecstasy when they roll their body up, grazing their bare cock against my still clothed one.
"I didn't just say shit like that; you asked a question, and I answered it."
And there it is, the snark that I fucking live for. "I love it when you get bratty on me."
"Not bratty," they instantly huff in disagreement.
"Or when you argue back just for the sake of arguing," I tease before Qiang’s next move takes my breath away.
One moment I'm hovering above them, the next there's the briefest tightening of legs around me, and the room spins before my back hits the pillow with them above me. I shouldn’t really bethatsurprised, but Qiang is so tiny compared to me that I often forget they're much stronger than they look, and most of their strength is in their legs.
