• Dominant Mu Qing

Narrator:

It started as Mu Qing being bored and Feng Xin being dumb enough to hang around when Mu Qing got that look in his eyes. The smug one. Feng Xin should've left. But instead, he stayed.

Now here he was...sitting on the edge of Mu Qing's bed as his shirt tugged halfway down..jaw clenched while Mu Qing stood in front of him with a damn collar in his hand.

"...What the actual hell is that?" Feng Xin said and his eyes narrowed.

Mu Qing looked down at the sleek black collar then back at him..completely unbothered. "What does it look like? A fashion statement."

"On me?"

Mu Qing smirked. "Well, you bark loud enough for one."

Feng Xin glared. "Mu Qing, I swear to Heaven-"

"Relax, it's not like I'm gonna walk you through the streets.." Mu Qing said, stepping closer. "Though, you'd turn heads."

Feng Xin reached for the collar to snatch it away but Mu Qing was quicker, sliding it around his neck with a firm and practiced motion. The click of the buckle echoed in the room.

Feng Xin froze.

"...You did not just.."

Mu Qing leaned in, voice dangerously smooth. "I did. And look at that..it fits perfectly."

Feng Xin's fists clenched at his sides. His ears were red. His whole neck felt hot. "This is a joke." he muttered. "You're messing with me."

Mu Qing tilted his head. His fingers grazing along the collar's edge as he inspected his "work." "Maybe. You're letting me right?"

"I'm not..letting shit!" Feng Xin hissed, grabbing Mu Qing's wrist. His grip wasn't as threatening as he wanted it to be. Because truthfully? There was something stupidly about being looked at like that.

"You look cute" Mu Qing said, lips quirking. "Like a loyal guard dog who forgot who's in control."

"You're such an asshole, Mu Qing.."

"Yeah" Mu Qing replied smoothly.. pulling him slightly forward by the collar. "Your asshole."

Feng Xin's breath caught. The tension snapped taut between them, heavy and hot. And then Mu Qing leaned in and pressed his lips against Feng Xin's. It wasn't soft. It was full of heat and something far deeper under the surface.

Feng Xin didn't pull away. If anything, he grabbing Mu Qing by the waist and dragging him closer and their mouths clashing like every argument they'd ever had.

When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavier. Mu Qing smirked..his lipstick slightly smudged, his eyes shining with wicked amusement.

Feng Xin glared up at him. "Take this collar off." Mu Qing leaned in.. brushing their noses together. "Make me."

"...I hate you."

"Sure you do." Mu Qing tugged the collar gently.. pulling him into another kiss. "Now be a good boy and shut up." Feng Xin hot faced, furious and way too turned on...decided for once..to do exactly that

Feng Xin hated this. Hated how Mu Qing sat on the edge of the bed like he owned the world. His one hand resting lazily on his knee while the other toyed with the collar around Feng Xin's neck. He hated how his own knees hit the floor after got pushed off by Mu Qing.

"You look tense?" Mu Qing said dryly and looking down at him. "Something wrong, Feng Xin?"

"You're so lucky I don't knock your ass over" Feng Xin glaring up at him.

Mu Qing gave a fake pout. "Aww, someone's grumpy." He leaned forward, tugging the leash he added just enough to tilt Feng Xin's chin up. "But I like you like this. Tamed."

"You're insane.." Feng Xin bit out, eyes burning with restrained fury. His fists were clenched on his thighs.. every muscle in his body screaming with the urge to rebel.

"You know..." Mu Qing tilted his head and his voice low and casual "I never thought I'd see the day you'd be on your knees for me. Voluntarily, no less."

"It's not voluntary, you bastard" Feng Xin snapped.

"You're not exactly fighting back."

Feng Xin's jaw tightened. His face was flushed..not from embarrassment. From how hard he was holding himself back. "I swear, Mu Qing. When this is over, I'm getting back at you so hard you'll forget how to smirk."

"Oh no.." Mu Qing gasped, feigning fear. "Is the big bad guard dog going to bite?"

Feng Xin shot him a look. "Don't make me rip this leash off and throw you across the room."

Mu Qing smirked.. clearly thrilled by the threat. He leaned in again close enough for Feng Xin to feel his breath.

"But you won't" he whispered, brushing his lips barely against Feng Xin's. "You love this. You the control from me" his voice dropped lower. "..and the fact that I know exactly how far I can push you."

Feng Xin was burning now. "One day.." Feng Xin murmured, voice low and dangerous. "You're gonna kneel. You'll see how it feels."

Mu Qing raised an eyebrow. "I look forward to it." Before Feng Xin could fire back..Mu Qing grabbed his chin again firmly and pulled him into another heated kiss.

Feng Xin responded this time with more than just frustration. He kissed back like he was fighting.. like he wanted to burn the smugness right off Mu Qing's mouth.

When they pulled apart..breathless, Mu Qing licked his lips and leaned back slightly.

"You're so easy to ruin, Feng Xin.." he said softly. "And that makes this so much fun. Let's see what I can do more to you.."

Feng Xin stared up at him and chest heaving, lips red. He looked like a storm..and Mu Qing? He was the one who summoned it.