Repaying the debt (A 'Finder' Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

"No", Fei Long had answered. "Don't stop." And Asami kept going. He let his hand slide up and down the Chinese's manhood. He felt it grow and pulse under his touch; felt the first droplets of precum ease his work. He still was just an inch above Fei Long, and the heat between both of them slowly was starting to sear their skin. Transpiration already glued them to each other, wherever their bodies met.

Asami allowed his lips to sink onto Fei Long's chest against. He found a nipple, played around it with his tongue for a moment, while the other shivered beneath him and let his fingers run through the Japanese's hair. Then Asami brought in his teeth and bit down gently on the tiny blossom in his mouth. Fei Long's whole body jerked beneath him. His breathing had become quite pressed already and Asami knew that this way, it would all be over soon. Too soon.

Thus, he stopped, let his hand slide out from the other's underwear, and grabbed the hem of both trousers and pants with a strong grip.

He stood up the next moment, and in doing so, he pulled the rest of Fei Long's clothes with him. They fell to the floor silently, as Asami gazed down onto the sight in front.

He had never seen Fei Long naked from head to toe. Not really. Not in a state in which he had been all there to behold. Seven years ago, Asami had carried him out of the Liu home, to his car and into the guesthouse in which he had spent about a week with the younger man. In his arms, Fei Long had been light as a feather, lifeless like a broken, graceful doll. He had stripped him off his clothes, had dressed him in a bathrobe and had placed him in his bed, but Asami had not taken a single glance at the naked boy in front of him. Not one, at least, that had not been necessary to do his work – and that he had done quickly. It had felt wrong to him to even dare as much as a look that was not granted to him willingly at that time. It had felt like it was a crime, a sacrilege, to betray the other that way.

But now, Fei Long lay in front of him on the creamy sheets, his skin shimmering in the low light as if there was some gold in it, his hair and lashes black as oblivion. Redness burned on his cheeks and in his eyes. He bit his lower lip for a moment, staring back up at the other man, and his hands seemed uncertain if they wanted to cover him. But then Fei Long let them fall aside. He entwined his fingers with the linen beneath him and allowed the other's stare.

Asami couldn't keep a tiny, secret smile from twitching in the corner of his mouth. Akihito was beautiful to behold, full of life and energy, brimming with love, joy and light. If Akihito's body was a joyride, then Fei Long's was a temple, and once more Asami thought, that beholding it, touching it – that alone had to be a sacrilege. But to do with it what he had come for ...

It was too much. And still, it was all he wanted right now.

Thus, he knelt on the side of the bed, pushing Fei Long's knees apart gently, to find some space in between. For as much as half a second, there was some resistance, as if the Chinese just couldn't help himself. It was gone right away. Leaning over the other, Asami extended one arm, his index finger pointing ahead. Its tip came to rest on the other's lush lips and tried to find its way between them.

At that, Fei Long snatched his hand in an iron grip, his eyebrows knotting together, his eyes suspicious.

"What ...?", he only came to whisper, when Asami already answered.

"We need to prepare you", he said, and once more he felt that curious, tiny smile form on his face.

Fei Long deliberated for a moment on the words he had heard. His eyebrows fluttered, when understanding hit him. "Who said that I would be the bottom?", he inquired, with a sinister smile answering that of Asami.

The Japanese leaned further down upon the other. His shadow fell across Fei Long, but the smile did not flicker. There was no threat in the other's movement, and nothing that unsettled the Chinese now.