STAY #3
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 be that surprised, 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.
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 you love it. 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.