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"Ah-hnnggh f-fuck-" His movements were slow and hard. Slick pouring from his hole with every bounce he makes on the cock. His hand was thankfully keeping him up, placed on the pale chest as the other one was weakly holding the wrists of his beloved. "F-fu-aah-ck-"

He throws his head back with a loud moan, cumming for the upteenth time as he whimpers loudly from the oversensitivity. "W-when the fuck are you - shit-" He curses, the cock nestling deep inside him as he paused momentarily. "J-just knot me already!"

"I don't know." Mu Qing's breathing was hard, Feng Xin releases his hands in utter defeat. "It's sort of good to see you so desperately bouncing on my cock. Needy and greedy for my knot." He smirks, abruptly thrusting up with force that has the omega cumming again so suddenly and so fast Feng Xin almost thought he had dry orgasmed. "I think I'll keep it in for longer."

"Y-you... you-" Feng Xin whines like an omega in heat, it wasn't his heat. Nor was Mu Qing in a rut. They had simply wanted to have an intercourse, and Feng Xin challenged Mu Qing not to touch him until he knots inside his omega and Mu Qing took it too damn far. "You're a b-ah! Fuck! I d-don't think I can-hnggghaa!"

"Oh but you can." Mu Qing would've teased his nubs and stroke his cock just to spite him. Make him writh in the pleasurably pain he's feeling with no fucking regards of what'll happen next. "You can, A'Xin."

Feng Xin began bouncing again. Riding the cock of his alpha like his life depended on it. Begging for the silverette to knot inside him already. It's been long. The whole fucking night they've been at it and Mu Qing never once even just came inside his hole no matter how much Feng Xin did. 

It doesn't matter if both of them were gods, Feng Xin is in a painful bliss of pleasure. Their staminas has limits just as how many orgasms they could have in a span of a night. Body wet with splatters of his own cum, dribbles of sweat, and drops of tears. His body was all overly sensitive. One touch from the slender fingers could have him shuddering so explicitly hard. 

And it was a good thing Mu Qing's keeping the challenge up by not touching him, lest Feng Xin would be cumming again and again, second after second, relentlessly.

"Pl-pl-ah! Please! Pleasepleaseplease-!" He needs it. Needs it so damn much he's going to combust if he still doesn't get it. "Please - I-ngghhhafuck - I'll be g-go-gkk! Good! I'll be g-good!"

"Really? You'll be good for me?" Mu Qing leans forward, not enough for their chests to press against each other, but enough for Feng Xin to feel the ghost of his breath on his neck. "You'll be a good omega for me?"

"Yesyesyesyes - a-anything!" Feng Xin cries, feeling another round of churning inside him to know he's reaching yet another climax. "I'll - I'll d-ah! Ah! F-fuck - anything!"

"Alright." Mu Qing smirks slyly. Too sly as he leans on his elbows, resting back and watches the full glory of the southeastern deity bathing in absolute pleasure for a few more seconds before nodding. "Do you yield?"

Feng Xin curses in his heart. To lose such a challenge that he thought was easy, this was worse than fighting a cruel beast. But to lose it, in exchange, he would be able to get what he wanted and needed the most right as of the moment.

He breathes heavily. Eyes wet and blurry as he glares through it all to see the stupidly hot smirk, whimpering when he feels the cock throb inside him. "I y-yield - I yield!" 

It doesn't take a second before he's suddenly getting flipped around like a sack of potatoes. On his back, legs spread open as Mu Qing sits in between them. In a good position for him to be bred. His eyes widen, more tears cascading to his cheeks. Mu Qing leans down to his ear, licking his earlobe as he whispers, "Good omega."

"F-fuck y-yoAH!" Hands quickly try to hold something, scrambling for purchase as Feng Xin screams. Yelling profanities in his heart as the pace Mu Qing went through did not let him breathe. Suffocating him in his spot as grasps on to the headboard instead. 

Shit was brutal. 

Mu Qing was relentless. As if his only objective was to use his hole for his own desire, pounding it with force infused with godly strength that if they weren't both gods, Feng Xin would've been absolutely wrecked. 

And not even the metaphorical kind. 

"M-Mu-ah! Ah! Q-QingNgg'Er-! A-alp-alphahhhnn!" He cums again, crying because for fuck's sake Mu Qing did not. He needs to feel it. Needs to be filled so badly he could no longer comprehend what's happening to him. "Pl-pleaseaaah!" 

"How much do you want it?" And the silverette still had the mind to ask. "Tell me how much you want it, A'Xin." 

"Ba-ah! Adly!" Feng Xin drops his hands from the headboard. Gripping the bedsheets instead as he moans once the other lifts one of his leg to rest it on his shoulder. Driving his cock deeper until Feng Xin saw fucking stars. "I w-wanggggh! I want it - n-nggeed it!" 

Mu Qing breathes out, changing course as he turns the archer back around. Stomach on the bed as he holds Feng Xin's waist. Making him arch up until his back presses against his chest. He puffs a low chuckle, biting on his neck, "Who's are you?" 

It doesn't take Feng Xin a milisecond to respond. "Y-yours! Yours! I'm - I'm-fuuUck!" 

Mu Qing squeezes his cock, going in and out slow. "Who owns you?" 

Feng Xin swallows thickly, whining and whimpering as a bit of clarity washes over his mind. "Yo - you... y-you own-nngh! Me!" 

Still unsatisfied, Mu Qing slowly skims over his shoulder up to his jaw. Nibbling on the skin as Feng Xin gives complete access for him. "Who's your alpha?" He murmurs, "Who's alpha are you, little omega?" 

"You-" Feng Xin gasps, a thumb circling around the tip of his sensitive and spent cock as he shakes his head at the sensitivity. "Y-you're my alphahhn!"

"Again."

"X-Xuan Zhen!" Feng Xin cries, "Xuan Zh-Zhen Jiangjun i-is my alpha!" 

"That's right." Mu Qing slams back inside him. "Good, good omega." He groans, breathy and harsh as he chases his own orgasm. The urge to knot inside his mate was too hard to resist, and he'd be foolish enough to try and even deny it after Feng Xin had been good for him. 

A few more hard thrusts, it slowly becomes sloppy. And the excitement made Feng Xin fuck himself in his cock as Mu Qing finally, finally knots inside him. 

White hot pleasure washes over Feng Xin's body like wildly tidal waves. Shuddering as soft whimpers left his lips, settling himself comfortably on the silverette's lap knowing full well it'll take ages for the knot he had craved so badly to settle. 

Moaning in satisfaction, he eagerly searches for the lips he hadn't managed to kiss earlier. "Q-Qing'er." He calls, frowning weakly. His chest heaves with each intake of breath, tilting his head around to see Mu Qing has his gaze down just where they connect.

He flushes, "Stop looking it like that!" 

"Like what?" 

"Like - like that, you asshole." Feng Xin drops down to his knees, no longer able to hold himself up as he leans on his elbows instead. "Tired." 

Mu Qing's fingers softly trails on the latter's spine as he makes sure he doesn't accidentally pull out. "Rest. It might take a while." 

"Mm, no. Kiss. Kiss me." His arms tremble a bit when he tries to sit up again. Truly, no amount of spiritual energy could heal his mental exhaustion as he frustratingly tries to press their mouths together. "Qing'er."

"Alright." Chuckling, Mu Qing slowly lays him on his back before pulling him to sit on his lap. In this position, the cock inside Feng Xin was comfortable and warm in his hole. Perfectly at an angle where it could slightly brush against his prostate if he wanted to. 

Feng Xin sighs, pressing their lips together. The kiss soft and passionate and loving. No words were needed to be voiced out nor was an explanation needed. 

A few more seconds, and Feng Xin is pulling apart. Resting his head on the silverette's shoulder as he calms down from all those that happened. The sun slowly rising as he blinks. 

Mu Qing pulls him closer, kissing the top of his head. 

"Rest, A'Xin."