EM 45. Slipped Up

Song Feng was startled by the sudden movement. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, something soft pressed against his lips. His teeth were pried apart, and a warm, familiar taste rushed in. The tongue wrapped around his own, twisting and stirring inside his mouth without pause. He tried to push the man away, but his wrists were caught and pinned to the bed, leaving him completely immobile.

The kiss was deep, laced with just enough force to be slightly aggressive, but not enough to be unpleasant. It stirred the heat in his chest almost effortlessly. Their bare skin met, chest to chest, the searing heat of it burning against him. In the cool air of the autumn night, that contrast made his head spin.

Xiao Mingxuan could feel the change in his body. The kiss grew deeper. He released Song Feng’s wrists and let his hands slide down along his shoulders, inch by inch, kneading as they went, until they were roaming freely over his body.

There was urgency in the way he moved. His palms were slightly rough, scraping heat into Song Feng’s skin with every touch. Song Feng’s breathing turned heavier. He pulled back a little, lips slick with spit, and looked at him.

“What are you doing?”

Under the warm light, Xiao Mingxuan stared at him up close. Things had already come to this point. The more impatient he felt, the worse the outcome would be. He gripped Song Feng’s chin and didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “Why have you been staring at me these past few days?”

Song Feng blinked, clearly feeling guilty. “Just looking. What else do you think?”

“I’ve been thinking it over,” Xiao Mingxuan said as his thumb slowly traced across his lips. “And I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re horny again.”

“So I figured I’d help you get some relief.”

Before Song Feng could even respond, he saw him tilt his head slightly, clearly about to kiss him again. Under the dim, suggestive lighting, that already-handsome face softened just enough to make him look devastatingly good-looking. Song Feng stared at those approaching lips, licked the corner of his mouth, and reached up to grab those broad shoulders, closing the distance between them.

They had already gotten each other off before. He didn’t feel the slightest bit awkward about it.

Xiao Mingxuan kissed him hard. His hands roamed all over his body, not bothering to hold back, his touch rough enough to leave a trace.

That subtle sting shot straight up his nerves, lighting his brain on fire. Song Feng was fully worked up now. His breath came heavy. He grabbed Xiao Mingxuan’s hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants, voice ragged.

“If you’re gonna get me off, then stop teasing. Do it.”

Xiao Mingxuan’s eyes darkened. He quickly stripped both their underwear and let his thumb drag slowly along the length of his cock. His hand stroked lightly, and he smiled.

“Doesn’t feel good?”

“It does,” Song Feng murmured, eyes hazy and gleaming with mischief. He shifted, grinding up against that hand, and gasped, “Any more of that and I’ll explode. Hurry up.”

“I like how blunt you are.”

Xiao Mingxuan lowered his head, kissing slowly along the side of his neck. His hand kept moving, each stroke pulling a heavier sound from Song Feng’s throat.

They weren’t strangers to this kind of thing. After two prior encounters, they slipped back into rhythm, bodies tangled together as if it were second nature.

Xiao Mingxuan kissed Song Feng hard, one hand still working him. He gave the head of his cock a squeeze and felt just how wet it had become. Slick fluid was starting to coat his fingers.

He pulled back slightly, reached toward the headboard, and rummaged for something. Back when Song Feng was in the shower, he had already torn off the plastic seal and tucked the bottle back into place like nothing had happened. Now he squeezed a bit into his palm and came back down over him.

Song Feng frowned faintly, turning his face away to avoid the kiss. His voice was rough. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” Xiao Mingxuan kissed him again and slid his arm around his waist, pulling him in. The other hand slipped lower, trailing behind him and pressing lightly at the entrance.

A chill ran up Song Feng’s spine. His eyes narrowed, and his hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

“Xiao Mingxuan, what the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to make it feel even better,” Xiao Mingxuan said, locking eyes with him, voice low and amused. “Want to give it a try?”

Song Feng froze for a second, his teeth catching on his lip and stared at him silently.

Xiao Mingxuan could feel the pressure on his wrist easing slightly. His throat tightened, and his voice lowered as he coaxed, “Be good. I promise it won’t hurt. Okay?”

Song Feng’s eyes were hazy with lust. He looked up at him, blinking slowly, lashes wet, expression caught somewhere between vulnerable and unsure. His voice came barely above a whisper.

“…Really?”

Xiao Mingxuan took a deep breath. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to crush him under his body and devour him whole. He nodded.

“Really.”

As he spoke, he gently pushed his slick finger in. First the tip, then deeper.

The strange sensation made Song Feng’s scalp tingle. He clenched his hand again but didn’t push him away. There was fear in him, but underneath that was something harder to name. The idea of what was about to happen, the sheer edge of it, hit him like a drug. The forbidden tension buzzed in his head, making it impossible to decide if he wanted to stop or not.

Xiao Mingxuan held him tight, locking him into his arms. He kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Relax.”

Song Feng drew in a shaky breath. He could feel the tight inner walls being slowly stretched, the slick finger pressing in inch by inch. He swallowed hard and looked down, eyes catching the movement below. Then he froze.

He looked at Xiao Mingxuan’s hand. Then at what that hand was preparing him for.

Panic flared. He scrambled back a little and shouted, breath catching in his throat.

“No. You’ll split me in half!”

“Don’t move. Be good,” Xiao Mingxuan murmured and pressed a hand down to hold him still. The fever running through his body had nowhere to go, and it was pounding behind his temples. He leaned in and kissed him again, then pushed in another finger. The heat inside that tight space made his breathing grow heavier.

Song Feng’s back slammed into the headboard, leaving him with no way to escape. The resistance he managed to put up was too weak to matter. His body writhed beneath the weight of Xiao Mingxuan’s touch, instinctively trying to shift away, but it didn’t take long before a breathless moan slipped from his throat. His muscles began to soften, tension draining away as he let Xiao Mingxuan work him open.

“Relax.” Xiao Mingxuan kissed his sweat-dampened forehead. The lube he had used carried only a trace amount of aphrodisiac, so faint it would barely register. He hadn’t meant to drug him, just take the edge off the discomfort. And judging by the way Song Feng had stopped resisting, it had done exactly what it needed to. He pulled his fingers out slowly, slick with heat, then brought himself forward, the tip of his cock pressing against that tight entrance.

“Wait… wait…” Song Feng reached up, palm against his chest, forcing himself to hold onto what little clarity he had left. “You’re not using a condom?”

“No.” Xiao Mingxuan looked down at him, gaze unwavering. “I don’t want anything between us. Don’t worry. I’m clean.”

The heat at his back was almost unbearable, but the thought of being split open still sent a jolt of fear through him.

“Slow down… what if I’m not clean?”

Xiao Mingxuan let out a quiet laugh, breath hot as it brushed his cheek.

“I’d give you my life if you wanted it. Do you think I care whether or not you’re clean?”

He was halfway in already. That tight, wet passage wrapped around him, dragging him in deeper. When he saw no sign of pain on Song Feng’s face, he grabbed his waist and slammed all the way in.

“Ah—” The sudden stretch made Song Feng cry out, voice cracking. His hands clutched at Xiao Mingxuan’s shoulders, fingers digging in hard.

Xiao Mingxuan sucked in a sharp breath. This was the man he loved. The way their bodies fit together, how perfectly every part aligned was overwhelming. No past encounter had ever come close. Even his fingertips were trembling. The sensation was too much. He couldn’t hold back and thrust twice.

Song Feng could barely handle the strange pressure inside him, but the light aphrodisiac was already clouding his brain. That faint charge crackled up his spine, and his breath grew erratic. The discomfort began to blur, turning into something warm and electric.

Xiao Mingxuan held him tightly, pressing them closer, keeping their bodies sealed together. He searched carefully, adjusting his angle. Then he felt the sudden, involuntary shudder that ran through Song Feng’s entire body.

His eyes were slightly glazed, pupils glimmering with heat and a thin sheen of moisture. Song Feng looked shaken, breathless, completely worked open beneath him. But even in that state, he wasn’t lost. He watched Xiao Mingxuan with a kind of guarded clarity, like he was still trying to make sense of what was happening, still holding on to something inside himself. His breath came in short, shallow pulls.

“You—”

Xiao Mingxuan smiled, and in that smile was something close to dangerous. He kissed his lips.

“I told you I’d make it feel even better.”

Then he grabbed his waist again and drove forward, each thrust both tender and ruthless.

“Ah—no, Xiao Mingxuan, you—stop—” Song Feng trembled violently, clutching at him with both hands. The feeling was too much, too vivid, too intense. Nothing in his life had ever hit him like this. His whole body tensed, the reaction spiraling out to the tips of his fingers and toes, no part of him able to hold still under the weight of that feeling.

“Don’t… don’t do that…”

Xiao Mingxuan had never felt so completely unrestrained.

“Don’t what?” he panted. He moved his hips again. “This?”

Song Feng let out a broken sound, his entire body spasming, awareness slipping further away.

Xiao Mingxuan eased the pace slightly, then asked, “Feels good?”

Song Feng’s entire body was drenched in sweat. His fair skin had taken on a beautiful flush, tinted a deep pink. He gasped for breath, voice trembling.

“Feels good.”

As he spoke, his hand reached downward, but before it could go any farther, Xiao Mingxuan caught it and pressed it to the bed.

“Don’t touch.”

Song Feng shook his head, voice cracking. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“I don’t care. You’re still not allowed to touch,” Xiao Mingxuan said, bringing that hand to his lips and kissing it slowly. “Just wait. I’ll make it come out on its own.”

Song Feng swallowed hard. “No…”

The last of Xiao Mingxuan’s patience was unraveling fast. Lust was rising inside him with brutal force, eroding what little control he had left. He pushed Song Feng’s legs open as far as they would go and gave himself over completely to the sensation.

Song Feng trembled again. His arms clung helplessly to him, any thought of resistance already long gone.

The air around them felt like it was catching fire. The heat surged between them, and both of them lost themselves completely. Xiao Mingxuan’s breathing turned ragged. His rhythm became faster, more chaotic. Song Feng suddenly grabbed at him, a cry caught in his throat, body locking up all at once. He came hard, the tremors overtaking him in an instant. He couldn’t even breathe properly. The orgasm crashed through him with such force it wiped his mind blank. For a second, it felt like his soul was trying to escape his body.

Xiao Mingxuan kept going until the last surge finally tipped him over. That warm flood poured into him again and again, each wave echoing through his body. He shut his eyes, letting the aftershocks ripple through his nerves. When it passed, he looked down and smiled.

“How was it?”

Song Feng lay limp on the bed, not even bothering to lift a finger.

“You nearly killed me.”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed. “As long as it felt good.”

Song Feng didn’t bother answering. His eyes were half-lidded, completely relaxed, every inch of him flushed and lazy. Xiao Mingxuan loved him like this. He leaned in and kissed him again, soft and slow, lingering before he finally pulled out.

“Come on. Shower time.”

“No,” Song Feng mumbled, curled up on the bed. “I’m not moving.”

Xiao Mingxuan nodded and reached for him, intending to carry him, but Song Feng let out a sigh and shoved him off. He rolled toward the edge of the bed and slowly began to climb down. The smooth curve of his bare ass was fully exposed. Xiao Mingxuan’s breath caught. He wrapped an arm around him from behind, voice dropping to a murmur.

“Song Feng.”

There was a pause, and then Song Feng used both feet to push off and half-crawled toward the bathroom. He didn’t even look back. Xiao Mingxuan watched him go, then followed him in.

He caught him just as he stepped into the shower, kissed him again, and pinned him to the wall. Then, without giving him a second to react, he entered him from behind.

Song Feng’s legs nearly gave out. His whole body had gone soft, barely able to stand. Xiao Mingxuan held him tightly, locking him in place. He didn’t give him any room to move, didn’t give him a second to resist. Song Feng could only hang on, completely at his mercy.

By the time they finally stopped, it was already past midnight. Xiao Mingxuan leaned against the headboard, arms wrapped around Song Feng. He turned his head and lit a cigarette, took a drag, then passed it to him.

Song Feng lounged against his chest, moving lazily. He took a slow pull and exhaled.

“Damn, that felt good…”

Xiao Mingxuan laughed and held him tighter.

“Song Feng.”

“Mm?” Song Feng was so relaxed his voice came out soft, the end curling into a sleepy drawl.

“Try being with me. Just see how it goes.”

There was a pause. Then Song Feng gave a small nod.

“Sure.”

Xiao Mingxuan tightened his hold immediately, grinning from ear to ear. But before he could say another word, Song Feng had stubbed out the cigarette, slipped out of his arms, and flopped onto the bed, pulling the blanket over himself until he was curled up in a tight little ball.

Xiao Mingxuan raised an eyebrow.

“Song Feng?”

Two sleepy eyes peeked out from under the blanket.

“You know, my big brother once said something I thought made a lot of sense. Let me pass it on to you.”

“What did he say?”

“Going into heat whenever and wherever isn’t healthy. I should take you to the pet hospital and have you neutered.”

“…”

Xiao Mingxuan sighed and pulled the covers back, dragging him back into his arms.

“Did he say that to you?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought so.” Xiao Mingxuan ran his fingers through his hair. “Go to sleep. I won’t do anything.”

Song Feng bit his finger, watching him cautiously.

“…Seriously?”

“Not satisfied?”

Song Feng shut his eyes immediately and went quiet, clearly taking that as a cue to sleep.

Maybe it was the release. Or maybe just the exhaustion. Either way, he slept deeply and soundly. When he woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed, completely recharged. He strolled out of the room with a smile, jogged down the hallway, and knocked on Wei Xiaoyan’s door.

“Xiaoyan? You in there?”

Duan Qing was sitting on the bed, drinking water.

“He went to find Xiao Bai.”

Song Feng nodded and turned to go, but something caught his eye. His gaze swept the room, and his steps froze. The place was spotless. Everything on the nightstand was still perfectly in place, untouched. Not a single thing out of order. He raised an eyebrow.

“You guys didn’t do it last night?”

Duan Qing almost choked on his water but quickly pulled it together.

“We did.”

Song Feng grinned.

“I thought so. No way you two wouldn’t. That little red mole on Xiaoyan’s tailbone is pretty, right?”

Duan Qing didn’t even blink.

“Yeah.”

Song Feng checked the time.

“I’m going to find him. You’d better get moving too—we’re about to head out.”

He turned and walked into the hallway. Just as he stepped out, he ran into Wei Xiaoyan. The moment he saw him, Wei Xiaoyan froze.

“Boss… what happened to you?”

Song Feng was all smiles, but his eyes were icy cold.

“Nothing. I’m great. Better than ever, actually.”

Wei Xiaoyan had a very bad feeling.

“What exactly happened?”

Song Feng didn’t answer. He just gave him a few friendly pats on the shoulder and walked off without looking back.

Wei Xiaoyan darted into the room and started grilling Duan Qing. The moment he heard the answer, he nearly screamed.

“A red mole? I don’t have a red mole!”

Duan Qing fell silent.

They stared at each other. Then Duan Qing asked quietly.

“So… what do we do now?”

Wei Xiaoyan was pale.

“I… I don’t know…”

There was a long pause. Then he suddenly bolted out the door, yelling at the top of his lungs.

“Boss! I was wrong! I was really fucking wrong!”

The unit quickly assembled, ready to head back to base. After a brief episode involving groveling, howling, and throwing himself dramatically on the floor, Song Feng finally agreed to let him off the hook.

Wei Xiaoyan could hardly believe it.

“Seriously?”

Song Feng threw an arm around his shoulders, smiling with exaggerated kindness.

“Of course. You’re my student after all. And honestly… it did feel pretty good. I’ll let it slide.”

Wei Xiaoyan threw himself into his arms.

“Boss, you’re too damn kind!”

Song Feng ruffled his hair.

“You’d better be loyal from now on. Got it?”

“Got it!”

The two of them hugged it out for a while. Eventually Song Feng let him go and climbed into the vehicle. Xiao Mingxuan gave him a long look, then finally muttered under his breath.

“Could you tone down that expression? Anyone watching would think you just murdered someone.”

Song Feng grinned.

“Doesn’t look good?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Then I’m breaking up with you.”

“…Fine. It looks good.”

They made it back to base by noon. Considering a certain someone’s physical condition, Xiao Mingxuan came up with a random excuse to assign him to help in the office, giving him a peaceful, relaxed morning to recover.

Life carried on as usual. The weather was slowly turning colder, and Song Feng finally received a postcard from Shao Xiujie. The card was part of a scenic series, the images especially beautiful. Along with it came a package. He opened it and found a sweater inside.

“A sweater. How thoughtful.”

Their unit was technically hidden, but within the military district, each team still had its own designation, including division and sub-division codes. Bai Xuyao glanced over.

“Bro, you’re listed under artillery.”

Song Feng nodded without much interest. He figured Shao Xiujie probably wouldn’t buy it. He looked down at the address label and scanned it.

“Thought so. He sent it from inside the country.”

Bai Xuyao was curious.

“Who is he?”

“My former boss,” Song Feng said while trying on the sweater. “Hmm, not too tight, not too loose. Fits just right.”

Xiao Mingxuan finally turned away from the computer and gave him a calm glance.

“Since the weather’s cooling down, cold-weather resistance training starts today. You won’t need that sweater. Put it back.”

So Song Feng quietly folded it and returned it to the box. Xiao Mingxuan got up, took the postcard, and tossed it inside as well before slamming the cabinet shut.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The team slung on their backpacks and headed out for training. Everyone looked sharp. After the past weeks of conditioning, their strength and knowledge had grown. By now, they could hold their own. But none of it meant anything without real trials. That was something Xiao Mingxuan understood. Song Feng knew it too. So did Wei Xiaoyan.

What came next was real combat.