[m] House call

His hands were nearing their destination and it didn’t seem like Míngzé would protest. The only thing he heard was a question whether he knew that he didn’t need to do this. It was a bit too late to be asking that now. ”I wouldn’t even have mentioned the text if I wasn’t prepared to do this.” He told Míngzé, a small chuckle escaped him just at the thought.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of his underwear, giving Míngzé a second longer to protest if he wanted to, before he pulled the underwear down, revealing what was hidden underneath. It had been a while since he had done this for anyone and it wasn’t like he had done it that often, but there was really no turning back now.

He wrapped his slim fingers around the length, stroking it to make sure it would be easier to take in. He carefully watched Míngzé’s reaction, making sure to remember what the man did and didn’t like. Once he was satisfied with Míngzé’s reactions, he moved his fingers one last time, before taking him in. He decided to start slowly, teasingly, trying to see how patient or impatient Míngzé would be. His tongue moved around slowly, while he had moved one hand to Míngzé’s hip for support, the other still assisting.

Last time the roles had been reversed and when they had gotten to this point Shae had interrupted them. Consequently they hadn’t been able to finish and he had broken his wrist. It still wasn’t healed completely, but good enough that he was able to do some things with it once more, like he had done for Míngzé today.

He didn’t mind that the roles were reversed this time, he wanted the other to not strain himself, not with what had happened and this was something they could do like this. He did his best to keep moving, making sure to change the pace from time to time. One moment faster, the other a bit slower.

He wanted Míngzé to enjoy this, but he didn’t want to tease him too much. Where the man had teased him quite a bit last time, he himself mostly didn’t tease someone too much. The hand on the side of his face was only encouraging him to keep moving, to make sure that Míngzé would enjoy this, especially since there was no one who would stop them this time.

He wasn’t going to drag this out too long, knowing that it wouldn’t be fair and maybe even too straining for Míngzé in his current state, but he enjoyed the noises he managed to get out of him. They were only encouraging him to do more, to take him in deeper.

He could feel Míngzé’’s fingers digging into his shoulders and was a little glad that there was still a shirt between them, though a part of him wouldn’t have minded if marks had been left there. His own grip on Míngzé’s hip tightened in response.

He was trying to push Míngzé over the edge now. He could understand how Míngzé wanted to forget about everything for a moment and he was more than happy to oblige. It wasn’t like this did nothing for him, it was affecting him too, but the focus right now was Míngzé and he wasn’t going to force the man to do anything else.

He could feel what he was doing to Míngzé, could tell it from how his body was reacting and it was what spurred him on. What didn’t make him stop even as the grip on his shoulders tightened even more. He could feel the tension building, till at once it all released itself.

He sat back the moment it was finished, swallowing to make sure nothing was left. He was breathless as he sat there, staring up at Míngzé. The man was beautiful like this and he had been the one to undo him to this extent. Just the sight stirred something inside him and he rose to his feet once more, still being a bit careful with his right wrist. It wouldn’t do to have something happen to it once more.

The moment Míngzé told him to kiss him, he smiled. ”As you wish.” His own voice was raw from what he had been doing only moments ago, but he didn’t hesitate as he placed his left hand behind Míngzé’s head and pulled him closer, pressing his lips hungrily against Míngzé’s. He knew he wanted this, but a part of him also knew that he should hold back.

A part of him knew that Míngzé was trying to find some comfort in him, to help him forget what had happened. He didn’t know what it was, except for what Ruisang had told him and the scene he had seen the moment he had arrived. It had told him enough that Míngzé had been attacked in his own home and he didn’t need the reason to understand why he would need this right now.

So when Míngzé broke the kiss and rested his forehead against his own, he could tell that Míngzé was trying not to cry. It was there in the way his voice broke and the way he looked. It did hurt him to see Míngzé like this, but a part of him was glad that Míngzé had wanted him to come here. Otherwise Ruisang wouldn’t have contacted him.

Míngzé started to kiss him once more, pulling him closer, hands now having found their way underneath his shirt. He let the man do this for a moment before breaking the kiss once more, his eyes focused on Míngzé. ”You know there’s no shame in crying after what you went through?” Sometimes it was better to let emotions out. ”It’s just you and me here, no one else will know.” His voice was soft. He wasn’t going to take away what the other might need, not when he could easily lend him a shoulder right here.

He wanted Míngzé to know that it was fine to break in front of him if that was what he needed and yet the man clearly kept himself stubbornly strong. Refusing to cry when it might be what he so clearly needed. But he wasn't going to push any further than this, not if Míngzé wasn’t ready to face it yet. ”Alright.” He answered quietly. ”Just know that I’m here when you do need it.”

Right now he might be what was helping Míngzé keep it together, but the moment he broke he would be here to pick up the pieces to help put him back together. He wanted to make sure that Míngzé knew that it would be alright whenever that was going to happen. His hand softly brushed against Míngzé’s cheek, he softly kissed him back before the kiss turned more passionately.

He knew that he should stop here, the rational part of him knew that. It wasn’t alright to keep doing this while the other was injured and yet there was a part of him that wanted this. And that part was starting to win it when Míngzé’s hands touched his butt and the man told him that he had promised to make it up to him. ”That you did,” His voice barely above a whisper. There was no need to speak louder here after all.

”And you said that I would have to find out for myself, so what do you have in mind?” He shouldn’t be doing this, he really should stop here, but the words were already hanging between them and he knew that the rational part was slowly starting to slip away.

He should step away, he could still step away right now, then this moment would be broken and he might not regret his actions later. What had Míngzé done to him, for him to be so easily swayed like this? He wasn’t even intoxicated this time, but the moment to step away had passed.

The moment he heard the word ‘everything’ there was no longer a chance to step away and he knew it. He kissed back hungrily, knowing that he wanted this too, despite him trying to rationalise that this was not the right moment. That Míngzé was doing this right now to forget everything if only for a moment. But would that be so bad? They both might regret this later, but in the moment it was what they both wanted.

As Míngzé started to tug him along he followed, a soft smile on his face. ”Show me the way then.” He wasn’t familiar with his apartment after all and he assumed that Míngzé would want to get out of this room, the room that was such a stark reminder of what had happened. He would really need to try and clean it later.

But that thought didn’t linger for long when Míngzé told him to do everything his heart desired. To make him only think about him. Well, if that was what he wanted he would do his best. He felt the kisses in his neck that were definitely going to leave a mark. His own hands found their way to his butt, squeezing there softly as he trailed kisses from his cheek, down to his collarbone. Biting softly down there to leave a mark.

He let Míngzé drag him along to wherever the man wanted to take him right now and then he would show him. Would make Míngzé think only of him and wouldn’t give the man a chance to think about what had happened before all this.

He realised what he was doing the moment he bit down to leave a mark. The skin had already been matted with several injuries and he was only adding to them. No complaint came from Míngzé though, but he did think that he would try to minimise the marks he would leave.

Though there was a part of him that wanted to make Míngzé forget about the wounds, by leaving his own marks, he was just not going to do that. He would keep it to a few at most. He helped Míngzé get rid of his shirt, leaving it somewhere on the ground between the living room and the bedroom. He wasn’t sure where exactly it landed, but that was something for later.

He wasn’t going to get rid of his pants halfway in case he broke another wrist, that was not something he would like to have to explain again. He kissed Míngzé as they reached the bed, watching as the man carefully sat down on the bed. While Míngzé did that, he started to unbutton his own pants, taking them off, before closing the distance once more, only his underwear still remaining.

He smiled when Míngzé once more repeated that he should do everything to make him help forget. ”Of course.” He said as he grabbed Míngzé’s chin to have him look up, so that he could kiss him passionately. Once he broke the kiss, he lightly pushed against the man’s chest. ”Scoot back a little.” That way he would be able to climb on the bed with him.

The moment Míngzé pushed himself further onto the bed, he followed. Moving onto the bed, he took place between Míngzé’s legs. Míngzé pulled him forward, closing the distance between them. He kissed Míngzé once more on the lips, before he kissed his cheek, his chin, his neck. Being careful of any wounds, while slightly nicking the skin with his teeth.

His left hand was mostly supporting his weight as he leaned forward, knowing that his right wrist might not be able to handle that yet. He did use his right hand to trace his fingers over Míngzé’s chest. His fingers splayed as he moved his hand from the top to lower, where it rested on his hip for a moment.

He knew he could keep teasing Míngzé, but he had wanted to forget everything. Well, he would make sure he did. He brought his lips once more to connect with Míngzé's, while his hand travelled from the hip to the more sensitive region. He knew that it had been in his mouth only a short time ago, but this time he started stroking it softly with his fingers, while he kept kissing Míngzé.

As Míngzé threw an arm over his shoulders, he leaned in closer, kissing him even deeper, wanting the man to know how much he wanted this. Míngzé chose this moment to lean back, taking him with him as he leaned partially on his left arm to not put too much pressure on Míngzé. He was still wounded after all.

His other hands was still working down there. He trailed his fingers down the length, only to start stroking a few times, to make sure that Míngzé would really feel it. Meanwhile he could feel Míngzé's hands travelling over his back, one heading down to hip. He was still wearing his underwear, but he was quite sure it wouldn't be long before it was taken off now.

Of course last time they had been interrupted, but this time they wouldn't be. He kissed Míngzé one more time, before slightly leaning back, taking in the sight before him or rather said underneath him. ”You're beautiful.” He couldn't help but say as he admired the man before him. He would let him know how much he wanted him and would help him forget everything except for him as he did.