Every Single Thing I Touch || HeartLiming "Moonlight Chicken"

14. A New Beginning

"The world is beating you down; I'm around through every mood. You're my downfall; you're my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues"

—John Legend, "All of me"

"Ming"

Liming fluttered his eyes open, grumbling as he muttered an incoherent sound, hoping for the disturbance to leave. It was too early and he was too tired, and absolutely nothing could stop him from getting his designated slumber. Especially not the naked vision resting next to him—who's legs were starting to climb up along Liming's torso setting all the nerve fibers on his body on fire.

"Ming, are you asleep?" the voice continued, as Liming groaned, rustling with the blankets to turn himself over.

He pried one eye open, before sleep started taking over, "Yes"

But Heart wasn't apparently done; he started running his fingers up and down Liming's arm and now, Liming was definitely awake, body and soul. He fluttered his eyes open, watching Heart's eyes roam all over his face, as his fingers continued to caress Liming's arm, so softly and gently and feet kept running along his naked body under the blanket.

"You're not asleep" Heart replied, as a sly smile grazed his lips.

Liming swallowed, as he groaned with annoyance, "I was, yunno. Until your insomnia started to annoy me"

"I'm not insomniac" Heart pouted, looking actually offended.

"Tell that to..." Liming started, peering over Heart's shoulder at the clock, "Three fucking fifteen in the morning, Jesus Christ Heart?!"

"See?" Heart replied, still offended, "You keep calling out other guys' names. Every single time for all three rounds"

"Heart" Liming groaned, bringing his fingers to rub the sleep away, "I really can't think of anyone when you're fucking balls deep in me, so shut the fuck up and let me sleep"

Heart was finally silent, but his fingers didn't stop moving—nor did his feet. Liming was about to fall back into sleep when he felt something graze his cheek. He sprang open his eyes watching Heart back away from him. His cheeks were tinted in red as he pressed his face against the pillow, trying to stop the way his entire body was betraying his sleepy mind.

"Don't think of anyone else" Heart replied, as Liming looked up at him with an eyebrow raised comically, "I'm possessive of you"

"Already?" Liming asked, but there was a hint of a smile in his question.

Heart dropped his head onto his pillow, grinning at the wall, "Well, what can you say, the sex was amazing"

Liming's giggles were swallowed by the pillow as he turned around as well, facing the ceiling, "So what happened to love-making, hm?"

"Well, now that I've had you—three times, might I add—I don't think fancy words are necessary anymore" Heart replied, turning to Liming.

"Never did I think of I'd be having fucking pillow talk with you, on my bed, at three in the fucking morning" Liming started, truthfully, "I'm not gonna lie, if this is what it is like every time, I'm willing to go on a limb and request for a daily session"

"Post coital bliss nonsense" Heart mocked, before pulling Liming closer to him.

"What happened to no more fancy words?" Liming asked, brushing his thumbs against Heart's cheeks and trailing them along his jaw, as his eyes followed his detour.