[m] House call

He carefully made sure to move his hands down Míngzé’s back till they arrived at his hips. He knew he should be careful if he was going to head lower or even to the front. Make sure that he was only helping Míngzé to get washed.

That was if he was able to control himself, because he could feel Míngzé reacting beneath his hands and it became harder with each passing second. He held his hands at Míngzé’s hips. He knew he was making it difficult, but so was Míngzé.

”Am I now? You’re making this very difficult too.” With each subtle movement from Míngzé, he could feel something stirring inside him and while he was trying to push it back, he knew he was failing.

One hand slipped down, touching one cheek of Míngzé’s butt and massaged it as his other hand slid forward, leaving a trail across his stomach, but not touching the front yet. They were close now, his chest touching Míngzé’s back, his head lightly resting on Míngzé’s shoulder as he continued to softly massage the man.

Just him standing here in front of him naked in this close proximity was already more tempting than he wanted to admit. It was becoming increasingly harder for him to not do too much, so he wasn’t even surprised with himself as one hand moved to Míngzé’s butt, while the other moved to the front, coming dangerously close to his sensitive area there.

”You’re not stopping me though.” How much he wished that Míngzé would tell him to stop, because then he would. Because he was really close to the tipping point by now and he didn’t know if he would be able to go back then and a part of him was afraid of the guilt he would feel afterwards, but it was a small part that was not coming close to the surface anymore.

As Míngzé put a hand to his neck, he let the hand from the front travel up, to grab the hand and to place a kiss on the palm. Before placing another in his neck. They should really stop here, get finished showering and then get out. It was better than to give Míngzé even one more thing he might end up regretting later.

The moment Míngzé realised what he had done this was all over anyway. He had already crossed the line he shouldn’t have crossed, so why was he still hesitating now? A part of him wanted to be stopped by Míngzé, while the other wanted to continue and he knew that if Míngzé didn’t stop him now, that there would be most likely no turning back anymore.

The answer Míngzé gave him was quite clear, he wasn’t trying to stop him, wasn’t telling him to stop even when he gave him the chance to step away now. Instead he asked whether Míngzé should stop him. The fact that Míngzé was asking this told him more than enough and he knew he was going to regret what he was saying next.

”No, there’s no need.” The words made everything clear, there was no turning back now. It was undeniable that both of them wanted the other right now, they could stop it here, walk away, but he should have done that earlier.

And yet it wouldn’t be the same as what happened before, not immediately at least. Even if it was very tempting to start leaving marks on that back of Míngzé, he wouldn’t for now. ”Unless you want to stop here.” But he already knew the answer to that and it wasn’t like his hands were going to stop now.

Even if they had already done it once, he was going to make sure that Míngzé would be able to handle it. He let go of Míngzé’s hand and let his hand touch him down there, stroking his fingers down there to see what the reaction would be. While his hand on the back moved closer to that place, he didn’t touch it yet. If Míngzé didn’t want this it would be his chance to step away still.

Things were definitely different now than they had been before. At this point he was more aware of the mistake he would be making by going forward, the fact that he would put more strain on Míngzé. And that this was still not alright, not with what Míngzé had gone through. But he couldn’t ignore the part of him that wanted this, especially when Míngzé himself didn’t stop him.

He moved his hands, one taking care of the front, while the one in the back was inching closer. He watched as his touches caught Míngzé unawares it seemed, the man putting a hand to the wall for support. ”I want you.” He was very clear with those words and he would regret it if this would cause this to be the last time, would regret having taken action before he should have, but in the moment he wouldn’t.

Without much of a warning he slipped one finger inside, knowing that it should barely take any time to prepare Míngzé this time, but he still wanted to make sure that it was alright. He kept stroking the front too, while placing soft kisses along his neck, his shoulder blades, but didn’t bite this time, keeping himself in check. It really wouldn’t do if he put marks even on the back that had clearly not been touched yet.