Sex in this chapter, don't like don't read.
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Feilong groaned when he turned over on to his back. He'd just finished having sex with Mikhail a few minutes ago and he had to admit to himself that it wasn't too bad at all. He looked to the side and was met with mirthful blue depths watching him intently.
"What is it?" Feilong asked, frowning at the Cheshire like grin on Mikhail's lips.
"On a scale of one to ten…" Mikhail started, but was promptly cut off when Feilong scowled before throwing a pillow in his face. He caught it and laughed.
Feilong rolled his eyes before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. He was still sticky and sweaty from their earlier activities and wanted to get clean. "I'm going to have a bath…"
"Oooh, I'll join you," Mikhail cooed before getting out of the bed and walking behind Feilong, watching the man's firm naked ass hungrily.
Feilong only 'hn' in response. When he reached inside the tiled bathroom he switched on the lights, bathing the room in a bright glow before walking over to the ceramic tub and turning on the water so it could get warm.
Mikhail hummed approvingly at how quaint Feilong's bathroom was. It was immaculate and had a nice floral smell to it. The tiles that covered the floor ran up the walls and they were white with a single rose pattern in the middle of each. There was a wide mirror above the ceramic face basin which was lined with bottles of bath and facial products and a comb and brush. The shower stall was just a corner of the bathroom partitioned off by a glass screen and was big enough to house them both and still leave a lot of room. He walked over to Feilong and ran a hand through the man's sticky hair.
"Ow, why did you do that?" Feilong asked after turning around to level Mikhail with a glare.
"Your hair, it needs to be washed…" Mikhail answered while grabbing the bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He highly anticipated lathering every inch of that supple body, feeling himself twitch at the imagery.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Feilong mocked before stepping into the shower.
Mikhail was happy Feilong had turned his back to him so he couldn't see him getting hard again. He took a moment to admire how the water ran enticingly over such unblemished, porcelain skin. When his eyes drank in the small of such a curvaceous back he couldn't hold back his smirk at the forming purple and blue finger bruises there, which prompted earlier imagery of him holding that waist tight while Feilong rode him, or of him pounding into that tight ass doggy style. Yummy.
Feilong had his hands running through his hair while the water beat down on his head, and he flipped the cap of the shampoo bottle and poured a generous amount in his hand. It was a moisture rich shampoo with matching conditioner and when Feilong pulled his head back he ran his hand through his hair.
Feilong allowed Mikhail to do his thing, and he had to admit it felt good the way Mikhail would massage his scalp in the process. It sent a warm feeling through his entire body and caused him to moan at the feel. He was well aware Mikhail was hard again, felt it pressing into his back a few times and to be honest he didn't mind. Maybe playing with his hair and placating him was a part of Mikhail's plans all along.
There was a steady increase in the beating of Feilong's heart when after conditioning, Mikhail started combing through his strands. By this time he was trying to hold back while the sound of Mikhail panting behind him got to him. The man's warm breath tickled his ear and neck whenever the blond's face was close and he ran a hand down the smoothness of Mikhail's thigh, holding him and pulling him flush against his body. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan when Mikhail latched on to his neck and sucked…hard.
Mikhail took the time to make sure Feilong's hair was thoroughly rinsed before he turned him around and kissed him lustfully, feeling the smaller body shudder under him as their tongues danced passionately. His blue eyes searched those darker depths while they kissed and all he found was a need for him, something that touched his heart and tickled his soul. The sinew of a very sexy leg was wrapped around him while their manhood touched and they grind against each other, the heat piercing their body to ignite a tremendous appetite for each other. His hands roamed every part of that voracious body for purchase, and he felt he could drown in Lui Feilong for the rest of his life.
Their union was just as hot and passionate as it was before, and Feilong had both hands palm flat against the tile of the bathroom wall, his back arched so his butt was sticking out while he was entered from behind. Mikhail's animalistic grunts as his hips snapped into his backside and his sweet spot was hit had him seeing stars. He couldn't stop moaning and grunting his pleasure, lost in the feelings Mikhail elicited in him.
Mikhail held that long hair in a firm grip at the base of Feilong's skull and pulled gently to the side, exposing that smooth creamy neck marred by a few hickeys to his hungry mouth once again. He started jerking the man off while he thrusted into him and the need to come coiled inside him and tightened his insides. He liked the way the staccato of his love's voice heightened, indicating he was close too and it only served as the icing on the cake. When he came, with a reverent whisper of the name of the man that brought him so much pleasure, Feilong tightened under him at the same time and they both exploded with a cry.
It was too much and not enough at the same time, and when they both found Nirvana, it was to closed eyes with dots behind their lashes haloed by orange and gasps and shudders of pleasure.
Feilong stood there, leaning against the tile panting, and Mikhail ran a hand through his soft tresses, massaging the scalp periodically and liking the way it made such a beautiful man purr like a cat in his arms.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good, actually," Feilong answered. He exhaled audibly, still feeling the after effects of such an intense orgasm a second time around.
Mikhail smiled. "Good, there's plenty more where that came from."
Feilong mock growled and half heartedly pushed the man away before stepping under the spray of water once again and rinsing himself off. The evidence of their coupling ran down his legs and he cleaned himself thoroughly.
Mikhail grinned before stepping under the spray of water too and wrapping both hands around Feilong's slimmer waist. "I'm sure you wouldn't want me to wither away without you in my life, would you?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Feilong teased with a mock leer on his face.
Mikhail chuckled before resting his chin on Feilong's shoulder. As far as he was concerned, life couldn't have been any more perfect right now.
******MxF******
The next morning, Feilong sat on his bed with his cell phone in hand and by his ear while the rumpled sheets of his bed pooled around his waist. He was completely naked, but the person on the other end of the phone didn't need to know that, did they?
"What's the problem, are you sick?" Asami asked through the speaker of his own cell.
"Something like that," Feilong answered.
"Funny…" Asami chuckled. "…because Arbatov called in sick too."
Feilong's brows drew together in a scowl. "What are you implying, Asami?"
"Why are you getting so defensive, Feilong? Did I hit too close to home?"
Mikhail chose then to groan in his sleep behind him and Feilong slapped the man upside the head with a fluffy pillow. The blond only shifted slightly at the hit.
The mirth was evident in Asami's voice and Feilong sighed in resignation. Why couldn't he ever hide anything from that man?
"Shut it, I'll be in tomorrow."
"Whatever you say, I'm sure the same goes for Arbatov. Have fun~" Asami replied smugly before hanging up.
Feilong growled at the phone before throwing it on the dresser beside him, sometimes he felt like strangling Asami for being too perceptive. Maybe if he went back to Shanghai he could stuff Arbatov in a suitcase and take him with him just to get away from Asami's prying, knowing eyes. He dreaded facing him at work the next day.
******MxF******
And just as Feilong had predicted…
"You need to upturn your collar…"
Feilong, sitting across from Asami in the man's office while on his lunch break, looked at said man questioningly at his statement. "What?"
Asami leaned back in his chair, intertwined his fingers and looked at Feilong knowingly. "I know you're going to deny that's a hickey; a few hickeys to be exact, so I'm assuming the mosquito that bit you had blond hair and blue eyes. Now, I'm sure the more inquisitive of our staff is looking for juicy gossip material, so I'd advice you to turn up your collar or be this week's hot topic," Asami pointed out.
Feilong's cheeks flushed and he averted Asami's gaze while he grudgingly did as suggested, murmuring lowly under his breath at the same time.
Asami smiled.
Bristling visibly, Feilong turned annoyed eyes to Asami's mirthful ones. "So why did you want to see me?"
"Am I going to get the details of your sexcapades last night and maybe this morning?"
"Not unless you tell me yours," Feilong deadpanned, knowing the last thing Asami would do is divulge any information about his own personal escapades. That was his leverage for getting out of spilling the beans, which for some reason Asami didn't mind hearing whenever he hooked up with anybody.
"Fair enough, I just want to make sure you weren't hurt, and I'm inviting you home for dinner tonight, you can bring Arbatov," Asami answered nonchalantly.
Feilong felt a warmth pool inside him at Asami's words, like what he would expect of the typical older brother looking out for him in a way that showed he cared. Except, he had an older brother and that man was nowhere near thoughtful, just selfish and self centered. As a matter of fact, that was partially the reason he came to Japan, to be by the one person that never tried to use him and made him feel like a person instead of an object. The last straw that pushed his decision to leave his family behind was his father's refusal to believe his brother's intention towards him were highly unpure, and his willingness to be blind to the signs that something was wrong between them. Asami offered him a way out and he took it, never regretting for an instant his decision to move. He still cared for his father though and would call periodically just to make sure he was alright, but whenever the old man tried to broach the subject of the rift between them he would always avoid the subject, not wanting to reopen old wounds. He was happy in Japan, he was his own man and even though he felt betrayed by his father, he still loved the man wholeheartedly, which led to what he knew were reports from Asami to said old man about his well being. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw golden eyes studying him.
"Fine, I'll come by later," Feilong answered.
"With Arbatov?" Asami pushed, raising an eyebrow in inquiry. "I need to know how many people to cook for."
Flustered, Feilong bit the inside of his cheek before nodding in acquiescence.
"Good, I'll let Takaba know," Asami answered.
"Takaba, is that his name?" Feilong asked coyly.
"It is, now get out of my office so I get back to work," Asami muttered before burying his head in a form before him. He didn't want to talk about his lover with anybody.
"How old is he, is he cute?" Feilong pressed, leaning over the desk eagerly to find out about the person that holds his friend's heart. Asami was serious about the people he decided to become intimate with, so there must be something really special about this Takaba person.
Asami sighed exasperatedly.
Feilong was about to press for answers when his beeper suddenly went off. Checking the number, he got up and left in a hurry, telling Asami it was important and he'll see him later.
Asami breathed a sigh of relief when Feilong left. He didn't want to tell the man what was special about Takaba, he wanted to show him and the first surprise would be that he could cook, because Rina was like an explosion waiting to happen in the kitchen and he spent a lot on take out whenever he was too tired to cook, which was most nights. Learning this, Feilong always chastised him for not eating properly, so he knew the man would be happy he found somebody to feed him right; the way to a man's heart was through his stomach after all and he was already hooked on more than just the food. Even Toya, who was normally fussy about her meals, ate most of what his lover gave her.
Maybe later after Feilong left he could show Takaba just how special he was, he was overdue for some sensual lovemaking anyways. They did it more than a day ago, too long for his liking and he was intent to make up for lost time.