Panting in heat
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The moonlight shimmered across the courtyard, casting a silvery glow on the two figures entangled in each other's embrace.
Shangqinghua could feel the weight of Mo Beijun's presence all around him, his breath hot against his skin as the man's lips trailed from his mouth down the side of his neck.
Each kiss, each touch felt like a brand, a claim he couldn't escape. Mo Beijun was everywhere—his hands, his voice, his scent.
Shangqinghua's heart was pounding in his chest, every nerve in his body hyper-aware of Mo Beijun's proximity, of how close they were, how inevitable it all felt now.
"Do you feel it?"
Mo Beijun murmured, his voice laced with dark desire.
His hands slid down Shangqinghua's sides, the touch slow, deliberate.
"The way you tremble under my touch, how your body responds to mine?"
Shangqinghua could barely breathe, his lips parting as Mo Beijun's fingers skimmed the edge of his collarbone, the heat of his palm pressing against Shangqinghua's chest, just above his heart.
"I can feel it," Shangqinghua replied, his voice rough, low.
His mind spun with every sensation, and it was like the world had narrowed to just this moment—this intimacy he couldn't push away.
Mo Beijun's lips hovered near Shangqinghua's ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.
"You can't hide from me," he whispered, each word a promise, a command. "I've been waiting for this—for you to finally surrender to me."
Shangqinghua's body arched slightly, as if pulled by some unseen force, the pull between them growing unbearable.
His hands were on Mo Beijun's chest now, fingers curling into the fabric of his robes. He couldn't decide if he wanted to push Mo Beijun away or pull him even closer.
ShangQinghua gropes his chest.
His body was betraying him, reacting to every touch, every movement, until the boundaries he'd carefully kept up were crumbling away.
Mo Beijun chuckled low in his throat, a sound full of dark amusement and something more—something that set Shangqinghua's pulse racing.
"You're so beautiful when you're like this," he whispered, tracing his fingers over the smooth skin of Shangqinghua's jaw.
"So eager. So ready. You're mine now, Shangqinghua. And I'm going to savor every second of it."
Mo Beijun said while stroking Qinghu's thighs.
The words sent a jolt of heat through Shangqinghua, his chest tightening, his breath hitching.
He couldn't deny it anymore, couldn't keep pretending that he wasn't drawn to Mo Beijun like a moth to a flame.
The need, the desire—he could feel it deep in his bones, threatening to overtake him.
Mo Beijun's lips were on his neck again, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin, leaving a trace, his hands moving with deliberate slowness, tracing every inch of Shangqinghua's body, making him ache for more. "I can hear your heart,"
Mo Beijun murmured, his voice a smooth caress. "It's telling me everything I need to know.
You want this as much as I do."
Shangqinghua's breath was shallow, his hands gripping tighter. He didn't know how to respond—didn't know if he could respond.
His mind was a whirlwind, spinning with a thousand conflicting thoughts, but the only thing that felt real right now was the heat of Mo Beijun's body against his, the way Mo Beijun's touch made him feel both consumed and completely alive.
"I—" Shangqinghua began,
but the words got stuck in his throat as Mo Beijun's lips found his once more, kissing him with a fierceness that left him breathless.
Mo Beijun was devouring him, taking what he wanted without hesitation, and Shangqinghua could do nothing but surrender to it.
Mo Beijun pulled back slightly, his lips hovering near Shangqinghua's, their breaths mingling.
"Do you know how much I want you?"
he asked, his voice almost a growl.
"How badly I crave you?"
The both of them maintained a deep eye contact,
Shangqinghua's heart thundered in his chest, the sound of it deafening in his ears.
He could feel every inch of Mo Beijun's body pressed against his, the intensity of the touch, the urgency in the air.
He was drowning in it, but he didn't want to escape.
No,
the only thing he wanted was more.
"I know,"
Shangqinghua whispered, his voice barely audible, a confession he couldn't take back.
"I know, because I want you too."
He said with a sly smile.
The words were a key unlocking something deep inside him. The barriers he had put up were gone now, and there was only Mo Beijun.
Only the heat, the desire, the overwhelming need that consumed him from the inside out.
Mo Beijun's eyes darkened with something feral as he kissed Shangqinghua again, his hands moving with urgency, as if he could devour him, claim him completely.
Shangqinghua didn't resist. He couldn't.
All he could do was let go, give in, and let Mo Beijun have him, body and soul.
And in that moment, Shangqinghua realized that he wasn't afraid anymore.
He wasn't afraid of the desire or the fire that burned between them.
All that mattered was that they were here, together, and nothing else in the world could compare to the intensity of their connection.