Four Months Later
“Love, you are moving too much.” Ren Yi sighed, moving away from his camera.
“The pants are too tight.” Song Mu complained, pulling the fabric near his crotch area. He swears his member is dying from how tight the pants were around a particular spot.
Ren Yi sighed. He had Song Mu modeling new pants he made for his site. Two months ago, he launched a new site that sold clothes for everyday wear since he always made high-fashion outfits.
Sometimes, he would use Song Mu as a model for his site, but today, Song Mu is not doing well.
“It is your fault for being too big.” Ren Yi commented.
“Oh, I don’t hear you complaining about me being “too big” in bed.” Song Mu answered before pulling down the fabric once more. When he couldn’t take another pull, he sat down with his legs wide open.
“That’s different, and you know it.” Ren Yi looked through his camera, trying to find a picture that looked okay to post on his website. But, none of them did, and the main reason is that Song Mu’s bulge appeared too big. He didn’t want parents trying to tear down his website because of those photos.
Song Mu watched Ren Yi’s furrowed brows before saying, “Kitten, come here.”
Ren Yi instantly listened. He set his camera down and made his way between Song Mu’s legs. He sat down in the space.
Running his hand through Ren Yi’s hair, Song Mu asked him, “What are you thinking about?”
“How I should ask Xian Bo to model for me instead.” Ren Yi answered.
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Looking down, Ren Yi touched Song Mu’s clothed member, “This is going to get me in trouble.”
“Your hand is going to get you in trouble, kitten.” Song Mu quickly responded as he grabbed Ren Yi’s hand. He already felt his member trying to come to life from Ren Yi’s touch. He does not need to be hard in already tight pants.
“You know, when I allowed you to take my makeup artist for a few minutes, I did not mean to have sex.” A voice sounded at the door.
They looked over, seeing Ren Yu leaning against the door with her arms crossed. Ren Yi sighed, “You have the worst timing.”
Song Mu swears Ren Yi is an incubus. Since the four months they have been together, he has been jumped almost every day by his kitten. He understood what Chang Min felt.
One time, Song Mu was watching TV when Ren Yi ended up in his lap, rolling hips as he started whispering how he would ride him dry. Let’s just say that Song Mu instantly gave in.
Song Mu stood up, “Let me finish your makeup, Ren Yu.” Ren Yu has a shoot in three hours, so he might as well finish his job before Ren Yi tries distracting him.
Ren Yu did not look him in the face but down low while whistling. “Damn, Song Mu, why couldn’t you like girls? How can you bless my brother with that?”
Ren Yi quickly stood up, covering Song Mu, “Sister, walk out; Song Mu needs to change pants.”
“Ugh, you never let me have one peek.” She rolled her eyes before walking out of the room. ‘Till this day, Ren Yu has been trying to sneak peeks even though she got herself a boyfriend. Song Mu felt bad for her boyfriend; maybe he should convince his father to stop making him join in his exercise.
Then again, he is his father’s son. He had inherited more of his father’s genes than his mother’s, apparently.
Song Mu pulled off the tight pants and changed back into his comfortable ones. Once he finished, he wrapped his arm around Ren Yi’s waist, pulling him close. He kissed his cheek, “I will be back.”
Ren Yi hummed, running his hand down Song Mu’s chest, “And what do I get when you come back? I mean, you have to pay me back for not getting any pictures done today.”
“Kitten, I will give you whatever you want.” Song Mu promised.
“Promises, promises.”
Song Mu kissed him once more before letting go and walking out to finish Ren Yu’s makeup.
Song Mu ended up in Ren Yi’s bed with the said man in his lap. His hands were digging into Ren Yi’s skin as he tightly held his hips in a bruising grip. The body moved above him, riding him within every inch of his life.
“Fuck,” Song Mu moaned, trying to stop himself from slamming his hips up. He told Ren Yi to do all the work, but it was getting harder to keep his promises. Especially with Ren Yi’s flustered look gazing down at him as Ren Yi tugged on the collar around his neck.
Ren Yi has been thinking about a collar ever since he saw one around Yao Wen’s neck. But, he never said anything, thinking Song Mu wouldn’t like it. But, after speaking with Yao Wen last month, Ren Yi finally told Song Mu.
And since Song Mu was getting Ren Yi’s design tattooed on him next week, Song Mu wanted something for Ren Yi. And the collar was perfect.
The name on the collar hit against the light, showing off Song Mu’s name embellished on it.
Once he saw his name, Song Mu’s control snapped. He flipped them over, quickly slamming into Ren Yi without abandon; he hit against Ren Yi’s sweet spot with every hard and fast thrust.
Ren Yi’s eyes rolled back while his toes curled against the sheets. His mouth laid open in cries as he felt pleasure taking over every inch of his body.
Song Mu grabbed the collar, pulling it as he demanded, “Who do you belong to, Ren Yi? Say it.”
With his mouth still lying open, Ren Yi could barely find his voice as he felt close to the edge. “Say it.” Song Mu growled out, causing Ren Yi to whimper. His untouched member was throbbing as more liquid slid out his tip.
“Say it!”
“So-Song M-Mu!” Ren Yi yelled out.
Song Mu grabbed his member, moving at a similar speed as his thrusts before he pushed down on his tip hard, “Again.”
“Song Mu!” Ren Yi screamed out once more as he climaxed hard. His body arched up as he threw his head back; even his body shook harder than before.
And Song Mu did not stop thrusting into his now overly sensitive body as he pushed Ren Yi back down on the bed.
The only thing Ren Yi could say was Song Mu’s name repeatedly, forgetting every other word he learned.
Whoo I needed a fire hose to put that one out!