Warning: Sexual Content
Mu Dishi woke to a familiar, comforting warmth. He was a cocoon of Ma Jingguo's embrace, his head resting on the man's left arm, his body held tight by the other. The soft, even rhythm of Ma Jingguo's breathing whispered against the back of his neck. He felt utterly safe, a peace so profound he didn't want it to end.
He had become dependent on this feeling, on the simple, secure warmth of being held. He had tossed and turned all of last night, the bed feeling vast and cold without Ma Jingguo beside him. He had laid on his side for hours, a hollow ache in his chest, waiting for the familiar weight of his presence. A question, small and fragile, flitted through his mind: did Ma Jingguo feel the same? Did he, too, toss and turn when they were apart?
Just as he was lost in thought, a soft warmth brushed against his neck, a kiss that sent a shiver through him.
"Xiao shushu, is it morning?" Ma Jingguo's voice was a low, warm rumble right by his ear. Mu Dishi felt Ma Jingguo's teeth gently nip at his earlobe, and the arms holding him tightened possessively.
Morning sex was a particular favorite of Ma Jingguo's. He loved it because in the haze of half-sleep, Mu Dishi never struggled. He carefully moved his hand up Mu Dishi's side, his fingers finding Mu Dishi's nipple. As he gently stroked it with his thumb and index finger, his lips found Mu Dishi's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. With his free hand, he slowly slid Mu Dishi's pants down to his knees and pulled his right arm from the sleeve of his robe. While his lips continued to kiss Mu Dishi's back, his hand moved lower, slowly caressing Mu Dishi's member.
They lay facing each other, a mirror of desire. Ma Jingguo lowered his head, taking Mu Dishi deep into his mouth as he thrust a finger inside him. Mu Dishi, in turn, did the same, his lips closing around Ma Jingguo. They fed on each other's hunger, their bodies intertwined in a silent, passionate exchange.
Ma Jingguo then flipped Mu Dishi onto his stomach, his hands kneading and squeezing Mu Dishi's buttocks. As he pulled them apart, his tongue traced a warm, wet path to Mu Dishi's backdoor.
A jolt of pleasure shot through Mu Dishi's body as Ma Jingguo's wet tongue found its mark, leaving him trembling. Ma Jingguo continued his exploration, raining kisses all over Mu Dishi's back before moving lower to his buttocks. He then lifted Mu Dishi's hips, his hand stroking Mu Dishi's member while his soft, moist tongue moved between his buttocks, occasionally flicking his backdoor.
Ma Jingguo flipped Mu Dishi onto his back. He gripped the back of Mu Dishi's knee, parting his thighs before pushing inside. He began to thrust, a quick and forceful rhythm that made the headboard bang against the wall with a steady thump-thump-thump.
"Jingguo, not so fast... it..." Mu Dishi moaned, his words trailing off.
Ma Jingguo's breathing was heavy and ragged. "But you moan the loudest when I go fast," he rasped, his voice raw with desire. "I love hearing you moan." He continued his relentless rhythm. "Xiao shushu... moan for me."
"Jingguo ah... hah... hah... I... I feel..." Mu Dishi moaned, unable to finish his sentence.
"You feel what?" Ma Jingguo's voice was sharp with urgency.
"Ah...ah...ah... hah... hah..." Mu Dishi moaned, his words a series of broken sounds.
"What do you feel, xiao shushu?" Ma Jingguo pressed, his voice low and urgent.
"Ah...ah...ah... I feel... so... good..." Mu Dishi finally managed to gasp out.
Still thrusting, Ma Jingguo asked, "Then why do you want me to stop?"
"Other people can hear us... ah... ah... ah... It's... ah... ah... embarrassing... ah... ah..." Mu Dishi's moans continued, a mix of pleasure and mortification.
Ma Jingguo refused to slow down. "It's not embarrassing," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful doing this with you."
With a sudden, fluid motion, he lifted Mu Dishi, settling him on his lap in their favorite lotus position. He gripped both of Mu Dishi's buttocks, guiding their movements, and leaned in to suckle on his nipples.
Mu Dishi felt his body surrender, a fire igniting within him that he couldn't control. His muscles and mind seemed to recall every position, every angle of their lovemaking. His body moved on instinct, no longer fighting, but yielding to Ma Jingguo's touch.
A wave of pleasure washed over him: the deep, fulfilling thrusts of Ma Jingguo hitting his prostate, the exquisite sensation of lips and tongue on his nipples, and the feel of his own hard member rubbing against Ma Jingguo's firm, powerful abs. He was consumed by the pleasure, his body responding to Ma Jingguo's every command.
"Ah...hah...ah... I'm... I'm going to cum," Mu Dishi moaned.
Hearing this, Ma Jingguo gripped Mu Dishi's buttocks, quickening their pace. Two minutes later, Mu Dishi came, a creamy liquid coating Ma Jingguo's firm abs. With a smooth motion, Ma Jingguo slid off the bed, pulling Mu Dishi to a standing position with him. Mu Dishi instinctively wrapped his legs around Ma Jingguo's waist and his arms around his neck. Ma Jingguo began a hard, rapid rhythm, the only sound in the room a wet, slapping "pa...pa...pa..." as he thrust in and out.
Mu Dishi muffled his screams with his hand, a mix of pain and exquisite pleasure as their bodies collided. A warm liquid shot deep inside him, but Ma Jingguo continued to thrust slowly, letting out a few loud moans of his own.
Panting heavily, Ma Jingguo whispered, "Xiao shushu, I love you."
"Me too," Mu Dishi replied quietly. Then, a sudden resolve came over him. He wouldn't let their story end in regret, not like Wang Biming's. Looking into Ma Jingguo's eyes, he said, a little more clearly this time, "Jingguo, I... love you too."
Ma Jingguo's face broke into a wide smile as he held Mu Dishi tighter. "Xiao shushu, let's take a morning bath."
"It's cold," Mu Dishi said, shivering slightly.
Ignoring his protest, Ma Jingguo carried him to the other side of the screen panel and gently lowered him into the wooden tub. He climbed in after him, still holding him close, and continued to kiss him.
"Jingguo, stop kissing me," Mu Dishi said, trying to pull away.
"Why?" Ma Jingguo murmured against his lips.
"Don't you want to see the traditional wedding ceremony of those ten couples?"
"I do," Ma Jingguo replied, his voice a low rumble. "But I'd rather kiss you in this tub."
Mu Dishi knew that once Ma Jingguo saw him completely, he would be lost to all other thoughts. With a determined effort, he pulled away and turned his back. "Jingguo," he said, his voice soft, "wash my back and hair for me."
Ma Jingguo's lips met his skin in a warm kiss against his spine. "Alright," he replied, his tone one of quiet contentment.
After they bathed, the world seemed to hold its breath as they prepared to leave. Ma Jingguo had just finished combing Mu Dishi's hair and reached for the familiar jade hair ornament. Mu Dishi's hand shot out, stopping him.
"Jingguo, don't put that on my hair anymore."
Ma Jingguo froze, his hand hovering in mid-air. "Why? It's your favorite."
A small, sad smile touched Mu Dishi's lips. "It was Wang Biming's necklace. He gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday."
Ma Jingguo's hand slammed down on the table, the necklace clattering against the wood with a jarring sound. "I didn't know it was from your old lover," he said, his voice flat, dangerously quiet.
"He gave it to me when he proposed," Mu Dishi added quietly, watching Ma Jingguo's jaw tighten, the muscles standing out like cords. A flicker of something passed through Ma Jingguo's eyes—not just anger, but a deep, cutting pain that made his own heart ache.
"So, you gave me to shijie because you had already promised yourself to him?" Ma Jingguo's voice was sharp with accusation, filled with the bitter sting of a long-held insecurity.
"No, I never planned on marrying anyone." Mu Dishi looked at the furious man before him, then smiled, a quiet sense of resolve in his eyes. He picked up the necklace, his fingers tracing its delicate curve. "If we pass the Mu graves, let's bury it there."
The words hung in the air, unexpected and profound. Ma Jingguo's anger dissolved into confusion. "Why? I told you I can accept his existence."
"Biming told me that if I ever stopped loving him, I could return it," Mu Dishi said, looking at the necklace in his palm. "And now I have decided to return it to him." He carefully folded the necklace into a handkerchief and tucked it deep inside his robe. Turning to face Ma Jingguo, his gaze was unwavering, filled with a certainty Ma Jingguo had never seen before. "I'm giving it back."
Ma Jingguo's expression softened, a wide, boyish smile spreading across his face. He sank to his knees, taking Mu Dishi's hands in his. "All right, then," he said, his voice filled with a powerful, overwhelming joy. "When we get back, we'll bury it together."
For the first time, Mu Dishi had chosen him, not with a reluctant action, but with a deliberate, heart-stopping gesture that spoke louder than any words. Ma Jingguo felt no jealousy, only the overwhelming joy of knowing Mu Dishi had chosen him over the ghost of his past.
The main dining hall was bustling. Mu Dishi and Ma Jingguo sat together, eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence until a group of three well-dressed men sat at the table next to them, their conversation filtering over.
"It must've been a rat," the first man said with a scoff.
"What kind of rat bangs the wall that hard?" the second man retorted, a hint of mockery in his voice. "And what about the muffled squeaking and the soft 'ah…hah…' sounds?"
Mu Dishi's cheeks burned scarlet. He wanted the floor to swallow him whole, to disappear from existence. Did they know? He felt the gazes of everyone in the inn on him, their silent judgments echoing the men's words: Shameless. How could you be so loud in a public place?
"It was two people," the third man said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "The thudding of the thrusts getting faster… a rat doesn't make those sounds."
Mu Dishi felt a fresh wave of humiliation. He felt Ma Jingguo's low chuckle beside him, a warm vibration against his side.
"Xiao shushu, don't be so shy," Ma Jingguo whispered, his eyes sparkling with amusement, a grin playing on his lips.
"Jingguo," Mu Dishi said, keeping his voice low and firm, "we are going to a different inn."
Ma Jingguo looked at the other men, who had already changed the topic. He smiled at Mu Dishi, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "We don't have to leave, xiao shushu."
After breakfast, Mu Dishi and Ma Jingguo arrived at the outskirts of the village, where a small community had gathered for a traditional wedding ceremony. Ten couples stood before a shrine, holding incense sticks. An older man, Liu Fu, guided the ceremony.
"First bow is to heaven and earth," he announced, and the couples bowed in unison.
"Second bow is to the parents." They turned and bowed to the twenty parents watching proudly.
"Third bow is to each other." They faced each other and bowed, their eyes filled with a powerful, unspoken commitment.
Mu Dishi watched, his heart swelling with an emotion he couldn't name. It was beautiful. He saw the pure love and hope in the couples' eyes. Ma Jingguo saw his expression, a rare moment of vulnerability on his face.
"Xiao shushu, should we join them?" Ma Jingguo asked softly, his voice a gentle, hopeful invitation.
Mu Dishi, still moved by the scene, simply said, "Whatever you want." The words, so simple, carried the weight of a monumental shift. It was a complete surrender of his will, a quiet declaration of trust.
The gathering was invited to share a meal, and the two men walked toward a massive wok, steam rising from a boiling sea of noodles. As they filled their bowls, Liu Fu approached them. "Don't be shy, there's plenty for everyone."
Just as he finished, a young man appeared at the welcome gate and shouted, "Is there food for everyone?"