Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Mo x Heng: {Pillows and Mattresses} [M]

POV: 3rd Person

  Mo can feel a pillow slam against his head, and while it does not hurt, the impact still makes him fight back with his own. He didn't mean to break Heng's Saturnworld figurine, but he had only thought that was what Heng was mad at him about!

  It really wasn't his intention to break it, and Heng is whining on top of him, slamming a pillow repeatedly against him, and he can't help but get knocked back and take the deserved beating. Heng's sobbing like a child, and his whines are endless. Chicha is in their shared home, and he knows for a fact she can hear this fight go down.

  "Mo! How could you do this to me?" When he finally gets tired, the younger man sets the pillow down, straddling Mo's stomach and his hands, still clutching the pillow, are on Mo's chest. It keeps him still, and thank God the pillow is thick because Mo is sure if it wasn't, Heng might be able to feel his heart slamming against his ribcage.

  This is a very horrible place for him to pop a boner, especially not when Heng is right here, whining with his eyes droopy, tears close to falling from his pretty long lashes. The way his big lips droop as he mumbles incoherent words just manages to drive Mo mad.

  For a split second, with this adorable miserable face, Mo almost considers making Heng whine more just so he could be cute. But the cost of him getting slammed by the bigger body made him stop in his tracks.

  All his brain cells - which are usually very rational - jumps out the window and gets turned into mush the moment Heng moves just a little further down. Resting on his hip instead, which is firmer than his squishy stomach. He makes himself comfortable, and he hums, looking down at Mo with an upset frown.

  He's obviously, painfully, unaware of how close he is to pushing against Mo's unregulated issue - that he shouldn't be having in his mid-twenties considering how he's past his hormonic ages - and the older man just can't do this right now.

  So he breathes in, and out.

  Ah.. but Heng is never happy with his first position when he sits, and maybe Mo should've expected this, but he did not. He didn't, because his mind was too clouded by how much he needed Heng not to move-

  Heng moves even lower, shifting somewhere more stable, and he stops when his bottom feels the hilt of Mo's.. hill. He doesn't suspect a thing, rather, probably thinking it's just something random.

  Mo's knuckles are white with how hard he grips at nothing. Oh. My. God.

  Unable to take it anymore, he pushed himself up, regardless of those hands (it wasn't like it held him down at full force, and Heng would never do anything) and pulled the man into a kiss. The surprised noise that the man above him makes is almost enough to make him melt.

  But lust takes the wheel instead of endearment and their positions are flipped with Mo between his legs. "M-Mo?.." Boba eyes stare back at his own, wide and lashes fluttering, they're no doubt getting consumed by the cloud of desire that washes over him like waves.

  "Do you know what you're doing to me right now?" Hands slip under Heng's thin night shirt, and the warm, soft body under him shudders with a whimper. Those lips are back against his own, breath hot against his mouth when he pries the other's open.

  Mo makes quick work to strip the man beneath him, but to let Heng have a choice, he kept the shirt and the Saturnworld boxers on. Even as he looked cute like this, Heng's writhing body drives him mad.

  The man rolls his hips in a slow and hesitant way, but the noise he makes when he realizes how good it feels - Mo wants to bring heaven to him. "Mo.." he whines, hugging the older man. "I- I want more."

  "Do you even know what you're requesting?" He meets those glassy eyes, and Heng nods his head with a pout.

  "I've watched porn, Mo. I ran across one with two men and -" The taller shoves his face into the crook of Mo's neck, mumbling his next few lines. "- I got hard."

  "Is this how you figured out you liked men?"

  "You were the one that brought that to me.. I liked girls, but then.." Mo kisses down his neck, biting marks where it's visible because this is crazy. Mo fell in love with Heng all those years ago - and apparently, Heng likes him too.

  "Then who did you think of in those videos you watched?" The shorter pushes the shirt up until it scrunches at Heng's neck, kissing down his chest and wrapping his lips around the dark bud. The man under him moans, grasping at his shoulder where his shirt is scrunched under those hands.

  "Y-you.."

  He couldn't help the noise that comes out of him - a guttural sound that came out of his own possessiveness. When he palms Heng's erection, he can feel a wet patch form against the sky-blue briefs.

  "Tell me what I did."

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  Mo pushes himself into the warmth, the hands that pull him close and put a mess in his hair an angel when they squeeze his shoulders. Heng's moans are high, and he only whines for more. Mo is too in love with him not to follow what he wants, and so he rams into him again.

  The marks that he's leaving on Heng's body are perfect, because if anyone else were to lay their hands on Heng - they'd know he's taken. Not that they would when Heng has promised that he would tell everyone he's now dating Mo and would not accept anyone's hands on him except Mo.

  The sweet feeling of thrusting into Heng and hearing the moan of his name be released from bruised lips. He spreads those meaty legs further apart to make more room for himself, laying a spot in the middle where he can perfectly hit into the deepest part of Heng.

  "Ah!~ Mo!" He fists at the pillow next, and the mentioned man is somewhat glad because it looks like the case is going to burst open if Heng tugged at it any further. "F-feels so good.." Thighs wrap around his waist, and Heng comes the moment he slams into there once again, spasming in his arms with fluids painting the top of his pillow.

  The shorter man makes quick work of himself, unable to pull out with Heng's pleading tone. "I- I want you inside." And with a curse, he gives Heng what he wants - like he always does.

  He doesn't pull out either, rather just collapsing on the man under him, separated by the same pillow that hit his head earlier tonight. But this time it was far sweeter than a sob that comes from a distraught, angry Heng.

  The sweet taste of love settles on his tongue when he kisses Heng good night.

  Chicha moves out the next morning.

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Author's note: Heh....