Misinterpreted Kindness

Chapter Six: When all sense is gone

After they finish eating, Li Xiao brings Týr home and to his doorstep, knowing he needs to hurry and leave. "T-tonight was fun…" Týr mumbles awkwardly and Li Xiao nods.

"Mm." The two of them look at one another for a moment, Týr growing uncomfortable and nervous, before Li Xiao goes against his earlier decision. He walks up closer to Týr on the boy's steps; the only thoughts swirling in his mind being how cute Týr looks right now as he stares at the ground like always, he leans down and lightly presses his lips to the boy's. It should only be a moment, in fact Li Xiao was going to pull away, but then Týr's eyes close and he kisses back and somehow it being consensual takes all bets off the table. Li Xiao's hands come up and cup Týr's face, bringing it closer.

When Týr brings his hands up to shyly hold onto the front of Li Xiao's shirt, the older man pulls away a little. "Is anyone home?" He asks, staring at Týr with an intense look that makes the boy's mind go fuzzy.

"N-no…brother is at his boyfriend's for the night…" Týr answers and Li Xiao immediately moves a hand from his face to reach behind the boy and opens his front door. Using his body to move Týr, he leads them both in, not wanting to break contact with the boy in anyway. This goes against all of his meticulously thought out plans, but right now he doesn't care. He's spent what feels like ages with Týr, flirting and touching and watching the cute reactions he receives, all he wants now is more.

Once he closes the door with his foot, Li Xiao quickly pulls Týr into another kiss and they both fumble over what to do and how to move with someone so close. After a few stumbles and too-hard of bites to one another's bottom lips, they finally make it to Týr's room where Li Xiao pulls away from the kiss to take it all in. There are two large bookshelves, both full of historical books on Europe and Asia. The books are all old and have been repeatedly read, especially the one on Hong Kong, making Li Xiao smirk. "Cute room."

"I-it's not cute…" Týr mumbles, looking at him annoyed for a moment before he gets pushed down onto the bed. Once he gets over the initial shock, and tosses a stuffed puffin off his bed, he climbs fully into it. "It's a boy's room, nothing is cute about boys."

"Everything is cute about you." Li Xiao says as he climbs on top of Týr, straddling his hips. He leans down, kissing him again as his hands begin to roam his body. His lips soon leave Týr's, now traveling down his neck, licking and sucking experimentally.

Týr moans and arches up towards him, his fingers pressing into the mattress at the strange new feelings. "L-Li Xiao…what are you-?" He's quickly silenced by two fingers on his lips and Li Xiao looking down at him.

"Don't question it, just go with it." Li Xiao says, truly meaning these words he would find foolish any other time. He wants to touch him, taste him, own him. All things that if he took a moment to think, he would realize are detrimental to his purpose. He isn't thinking though, simply feeling, an act he will undoubtedly be disgusted by later. Right now, however, is a different case.

Egged on by the delicious sounds Týr is making, Li Xiao slides the boy's shirt off and continues with his kissing; making his way down Týr's neck to his chest, licking the apparently sensitive nubs there to elicit more fun noises. Once Týr's moans grow quieter he decides to move on to a new spot, kissing and licking down his stomach, quickly making Týr's moans increase in volume again. "You really are cute." Li Xiao says, looking up at the boy from the hem of his pants.

"Sh-shut up…I am not." Týr mumbles, blushing as Li Xiao begins to unbutton his pants.

"Yes you are. Your looks are cute…" Li Xiao says, sliding Týr's pants down a little. "Your attitude is cute…" He adds, sliding them down more. "Your fascination with me and Asians in general is cute…" The pants are removed completely and his hands fall on Týr's boxers. "Then there is your voice…I could listen to you talk for hours the way you stutter and pause and awkwardly stumble over your words with me…" Looking up to get a sign of encouragement and receiving a small nod from Týr, Li Xiao slides his boxers off. "You taste delicious, too."

"Th-there is no such thing as tasting delicious! Unless you're a cannibal." He whines and Li Xiao smirks.

"There is when you are included. You taste amazing." Li Xiao teases, making Týr glare. "It's true…" He says, moving up against Týr. "It's so good…" He brings his lips to Týr's ear and whispers. "I want more." Before Týr can react, Li Xiao is kissing him again with as much passion as he can muster. Which to his own surprise turns out to be quite a lot.

Once he has left the boy's lips swollen he moves back down between his legs. With one more look at the flustered teen, he brings his tongue out and licks the length teasingly a few times just wanting to enjoy the boy's taste. Týr's cries go louder, his body tensing beneath Li Xiao, who now wraps his lips around the tip.

"Li Xiao!" He moans, feeling an intense heat pool in his stomach. The feeling is strange, yet more than welcome. Li Xiao continues to alternate between sucking and licking, making him writhe more. "A-aahh!" Feeling his climax coming, Týr reaches a hand down and buries it in Li Xiao's soft hair, moaning loudly. "Li Xiao! Stop! I'm gonna…!"

Li Xiao pauses, taking a moment to look up at the now panting and writhing boy before going back and taking Týr's length into his mouth again. Not having to wait long, Li Xiao keeps a hold of Týr's hips as the boy comes. After letting the boy ride it out, he pulls away and licks his lips. "You're delicious Týr." He teases, watching the blush increase to dangerous levels on Týr's face. Of course it isn't true, no one's semen is delicious, but Li Xiao has to concede it isn't horrible either. Perhaps for special occasions like birthdays and-no wait, he won't be with Týr that long. This is a one-time thing.

Týr looks up at him shyly, trying to fight the burning feeling in his cheeks. "I-I will do it for you, too…" He mumbles and Li Xiao looks at him amused.

"Will you now? Then come here." Li Xiao orders as he slides off his pants and boxers, and Týr crawls closer to him before being pulled into Li Xiao's lap. "We can take our time with me." He says, pulling Týr closer and into a kiss. Týr closes his eyes and sinks into Li Xiao's arms, wrapping his own around the man's neck as he parts his lips and initiates a deeper kiss. Li Xiao stares at him surprised for a second before returning it and bringing a hand to Týr's hair, enjoying the softness as Týr begins to grind against him.

It's definitely more than Li Xiao expected, having Týr be so forward, but it's only serving to make him lose himself even further. He brings his free hand up to Týr's back, his hands sliding under the boy's shirt and firmly pulling him closer as they continue to move against one another. It feels incredible, making a strange heat rise in Li Xiao that he enjoys and fears.

As they continue to move against each other, their unclothed erections rubbing together and driving them both wild, Týr allows noises to escape his lips. He doesn't like making the strange noises, but it's better than him saying the words he desperately wants to. Saying I love you will be useless, he knows that. Li Xiao doesn't love him, it's merely lust, but Týr will take what he can at this point. He is sure it will be a one night thing, but at least he gets one night.

Knowing these things he closes his eyes, allowing himself to sink into the gentle yet firm touches from Li Xiao that are burning his skin and driving him crazy. He feels Li Xiao's arms suddenly wrap around his waist tighter as the man buck his hips up towards him faster bringing them both to their release.

They lie there in silence, neither moving to get away from the other in anyway. Li Xiao knows he should. He knows he should be getting up and dressed and heading out. But he can't. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to get up, but his body won't move. Sadly he knows why. While his brain is trying to be smart about everything, it is no longer in charge. Something far more dangerous is in control, making him take comfort in it all; the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the scent of Týr's hair that his face is buried in, and the feel of those slender fingers balled up in his open shirt. It's all comforting, yet dangerous, because despite his hatred of these feelings he can't ignore that quiet voice in the back of his head. The voice saying he enjoys it.

A/N: Why is it that when you have an idea and are AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER AND ANYTHING YOU CAN WRITE ON it sounds awesome? Then when you get somewhere you can write it comes out shitty! Ugh...pisses me off...ANYWAYS...here you go. lD I wonder how the morning after will go XD