Trying to catch my bearings after the unexpected move, they use it to their advantage and pull my hands above my head with theirs. They lean down until we're nose to nose, their face full of that haughtiness that’s so full of confidence it drives me wild in the rare moments I can pull it out of them.
"Why are you so irritating?"
"Because youloveit. Because you spend all your time worrying about everyone else, that these small moments when I irritate you,you lose all thoughts of anyone else's feelings but your own. For just a moment, you're completely free to be yourself without thinking about anything else, and you fucking own it. You're pretty all the time, but you're fucking stunning when you no longer rely on the armor to hold your head up high.”
Their eyes glaze over, a swirl of emotions swimming in them for just a moment before they shake their head to rattle it back out. They don’t handle emotion well and have a hard time expressing themselves, especially when they’re called out in a way that makes them feel seen. It’s not that they don’t appreciate it; it’s that they don’t know how to respond to it, which I get and don’t push that on them. I’ll take their snark time and time again, as long as I see the emotion in their eyes that tells me how much everything I say truly means to them.
“You talk too much,” they growl, and I’m not surprised at all at the deflection.
“Better shut me up then,” I challenge with my cocky grin that they secretly love, even if they gripe about it all the time.
Qiang’s face spreads into a responding cocky grin, blowing me away at how effortlessly sexy they are looking at me like that.
“Be careful what you wish for,” they tease before leaning in and nipping at my earlobe.
“I think in this case I’m fully ready to accept the consequences of my actions,” I gasp out while Qiang drags their lips across my Adam’s apple.
They sit up and run their hands down my arms, their eyes locked on my torso. I watch a flash of desire in their eyes before they tuck their lip between their teeth. It’s like watching someone stare at a dessert table, and I’m all for being their dessert.
They slowly drag their finger down my collarbone, between my pecs, and down my abs, until their thumb grazes the hair beneath my belly button. Their other hand flits across my ribcage and tweaks a nipple, before grabbing a handful of my pec and squeezing it, the sensations sending waves of pleasure through every part of my body.
They work their way down, flitting sweet kisses and swipes of the tongue that have my cock weeping for a little pressure. Right on cue,Qiang dips their fingers under the hem of my shorts and snaps them lightly in a silent request for permission like I did to them earlier. I don’t even hesitate to help them get the infernal things out of the way.
My cock twitches with excitement at the appreciation in Qiang’s eyes while they take me in.
“What’s going on behind those pretty eyes?” I husk out when they tuck their lip between their teeth, and their skin darkens a bit with a blush.
“I don’t think I can tell you that.” Their eyes meet mine with so much desire in them, I wonder if I’m not actually in a fever dream. It feels too good to be true.
“Why not?” I somehow manage to breathe out, even though I’m completely spellbound by the intoxication of their heady gaze.
Their lips curve into another cocky smirk before they start moving down.
“I don’t think I can bear the weight of the responsibility of further inflating your already overinflated ego.”
And if I had the wherewithal to laugh, then I would have. But directly following their statement, they lean down and flit their tongue across the head of my cock. Absolutely everything that had ever existed in my head ceases to exist except for me, for them, and the sensation of their mouth on me.
“Not so cocky now, are you?” Qiang chuckles.
For the life of me, I have a million comebacks, most of them just really inventive ways of pointing out that I’m pretty fucking cocky with my cock in their mouth. Problem is, with my cock in their mouth, I can’t fucking think to speak. They’re rendering me useless beyond the heavy falls of breath and the deep rumbles of satisfaction from my chest.
Their lips wrap around my cock and slowly take me in as deep as they can go without deepthroating. To be honest, kind of glad they aren’t even attempting it because this is already going to end on a borderline embarrassingly fast note. If they tried to deep throat me, I’d probably explode on the first gag.
The room is silent except for the mewls they’re pulling out of me,and the slick sounds of their perfect mouth working me over. Their hand joins the fray, wrapping around the base of me to help jack the part of my shaft their mouth isn’t covering, and that tingling in my spine is screaming for a release that’s coming at me way too fucking fast.
“Fuck pretty, I’m not gonna last,” I grunt out in warning.
Qiang’s eyes meet mine, and it’s the sight of them, with their lips wrapped around my cock, their face hazed out with the pleasure they’re getting from sucking me off, and the wild desire burning in their eyes for more, that has my orgasm busting free with barely a shouted ‘coming’ before I unload in their mouth.
They reach their hand up and thread their fingers through mine to anchor me to them while I fall to pieces. Never really been into the sentimental side of a good orgasm, but somehow, linking my fingers with theirs is probably the most intimate moment of my life.
I don’t know how long it takes for gravity to have some semblance of meaning again. My chest aches with the pleasure of Qiang making me come undone, and the pain of wanting more, more, more. I can’t even pretend like I’m not devastatingly pent up since my cock is already trying to wake back up.
But more than anything, it’s the cocky smile on Qiang’s face. Their satisfaction at making me fall apart at the seams, and then helping put me back together. The desire still swimming in their eyes for more of what they’ve already accomplished, and for receiving the pleasure they must know is coming their way.
And with that, I haul them up while breathing out a heady, “I want,” until their cock is hovering above my mouth. Because I honestly can’t think of a single thing more important to life than to have their cock in my mouth. Right. Fucking. Now. With that, I wrap my arms around their waist and tug them down enough to swallow their cock whole.
“Oh my fucking god, Marcus,” Qiang shouts in ecstasy, not whines, not moans, not cries out loudly. No, they fucking shout it, like their whole body is dying from the rapture of having their cock buried down my throat.
