When Shen Yuan left him at the hospital, Xiang Fei brushed the offer to come with him off. He didn't want to intrude on Cucumber-bro's time with his family -- that was the excuse he gave and he's going to stick to it! Shen Tang had already called him a stray, he had no desire to stand around while the rest of those rich people judged him as well!
But in all honesty, what Xiang Fei really wanted to go back home and write, as much as he possibly could for as long as he was back in the modern world. He has so much inspiration built up! He hardly has time to write what he wants back in that other world, and even when he does the whole process is painfully slow. He wants to take advantage of having a keyboard again for as long as possible!
Well, there is the issue of his old laptop having been fried to a crisp, but considering that he's only meant to be here temporarily, and the nice bump of income he got for finishing PIDW, he doesn't actually get too anxious over buying a new laptop. He might struggle to remember all of his passwords, and his right hand keeps going numb and typing the wrong characters, but soon enough he's gotten into a groove, typing until the sun is starting to set and his stomach is rumbling.
After all this time, even cheap instant noodles are kind of nostalgic!
He has learned his lesson though, and doesn't dare go reading comments or anything while he eats. Instead he switches the window so that he can find a video to watch, only when his word processor minimizes all that’s left is a blank white screen. Not even his cursor is visible, and trying all of the keyboard shortcuts he knows only makes the pixels visibly warble as a dark patch starts to spread from the middle.
Ahhh how annoying! They must have sold him a defective unit! He can definitely return it within this time-frame, right?
Xiang Fei jabs at the keyboard a few more times in hopes that something will miraculously fix itself, not noticing as the dark spot on his screen resolves into a silhouette. He would have continued not to notice too, only as he reaches for the power button a hand shoots out of his monitor to grab his wrist.
Xiang Fei shrieks. He spills his noodles as he stumbles backwards, too, though this time they end up on the floor as he tries and fails to scramble away.
Who said defective!! His new laptop is actually haunted!! The person pulling themselves out of his computer even has long black hair over their face like Samara! The hand holding him down is much stronger though, and more masculine, and he definitely recognizes that ring and those filed down claws…
Even though his heart is still beating fast the fight leaves him immediately, something warm and ballooning taking its place in his chest. Mobei-jun really crossed over between universes to find him?
That feeling then immediately freezes and cracks again as Mobei-jun pulls himself fully free from the screen (he's lucky that Xiang Fei splurged on a laptop with an extra wide monitor!) to loom over him, one hand splayed out by his head as Xiang Fei's back is pressed into the cheap carpet, his hair falling over the both of them like a curtain.
His king's brows are drawn together, his lips turned down. Ohh, no no, Mobei-jun is really, really furious, isn't he?! There's a shine to his eyes too --Are those really tears?? He's that mad??
"Ah, my king, my king! This one didn't mean to run away, I promise. It was really just a big misunderstanding, see, me and Shen-Shixong, well, we really meant to talk about it first, but instead we came here immediately! It was totally a surprise!!"
Mobei-jun's expression does not shift at all as Xiang Fei goes on with his usual flattery.
"Shang Qinghua." He interrupts, and Xiang Fei's heart sinks. It could also be that Mobei-jun doesn't recognize him, or finds Xiang Fei such a downgrade in handsomeness over Shang Qinghua that he can't forgive it.
"T-that's me my king." He wills his voice not to wobble, "Though I guess if I'm in this body, you should call me Xiang Fei."
Mobei-jun stares down at him, cold still radiating from his skin even in this world. And he's heavy which is a much bigger problem in this tiny weak body than it was as an immortal cultivator!
"So you were from another world after all." The crease between his brow doesn't ease but his frown does. Mobei-jun reaches out to pinch his cheek hard enough to make his eyes tear up. "Xiang Fei."
"Ack -- Eh? You already knew?"
"Qinghua --" Mobei narrows his eyes, "--A-Fei speaks to himself often. This king listens."
…What, he hasn't even earned a Fei-ge? Or Fei-gege? And there's no way Mobei-jun listens to all of the rambling Xiang Fei does to himself, or he would die of shame, for real this time!
"Aha well, I guess if you already figured it out I don’t have to explain. Welcome to my original world!"
Xiang Fei makes an attempt at gesturing outwards, which he maybe shouldn't have done because it prompts his king to look up and around his little studio apartment.
It's mostly clean. His bed isn't made and there are now noodles spilled over the floor, but his past self from all those years ago had done the laundry just before he left! It still makes Mobei-jun's frown return.
"This is A-Fei's… Home?"
Right, right. Mobei-jun can get really testy about these things. Luckily Xiang Fei is being truthful when he answers, "Well, the Ice Palace is my home. This is more just like where I live in my hometown?"
That finally makes Mobei-jun's face relax back into its usual flat stare.
"It is too small." Mobei-jun informs him, which, yeah. Then he grabs Xiang Fei, hauling him up from the behind and forcing Xiang Fei to steady himself by wrapping his legs around Mobei-jun's waist. The yelping little noise he makes when it happens is higher pitched than usual.
It's… Really fucking hot. It's not like Mobei-jun doesn't manhandle Xiang Fei when he's in his tall attractive cultivator body, but in this one Mobei-jun can hold him up with just one hand. Also he gets a really good view down Mobei's robes at this angle, and also a reminder that this body died a pathetic virgin that has never been this close to someone this attractive ever. Xiang Fei's blood doesn't seem to know whether it wants to go to his cheeks or his dick and as a result he's left clinging to Mobei-jun's shoulders and feeling extremely light headed.
"Ah, ha ha, my king. This one promises that he really didn't leave on purpose, but he still wants to make it up to you…"
Xiang Fei's voice comes out all breathy, and also Mobei-jun can definitely feel what Xiang Fei is asking him to do. So he smirks, which really doesn't help Xiang Fei's whole situation.
"And what," Mobei-jun purrs, "Does A-Fei have in mind?"
Eep!
"W-well it's true that this body is smaller, and it has no cultivation to speak of, so my king will have to be careful." Xiang-Fei licks his lips. It's embarrassing but he also knows full well what his king likes. "If he wants to, my king can be the first and only person to put his hands on this body."
Mobei's pupils blow wide until only black remains. Without warning Xiang-fei is tossed onto his bed (no need to point him to the bedroom! +2 for living in a studio!). Mobei-jun pauses slightly when the springs in his mattress creak, but after a moment Xiang Fei's whole body is covered by his king's bulk, the weight feeling much nicer on top of him than it did before.
Mobei-jun leans down to kiss him first and Xiang-Fei opens for him easily. Who else in this world can say they've had a long demon tongue in their mouth! Mobei-jun is even careful like Xiang-fei asked him to be, teasing his lips with nips that never quite go far enough to break skin. It's so tame compared to some of the things he's gotten used to, and yet he's panting for breath when Mobei-jun pulls away.
He says…something, but he punctuates it with a roll of his hips, which would normally just be foreplay for them but the feeling of Mobei-jun's hardening length on his makes Xiang Fei's brain melt out of his ears. All Mobei-jun has to keep doing is that and ... Agh! He really can't take it!
At least there's no need to worry about if Mobei-jun finds this body attractive or not!
"Ah, ah my king, I really --" He moans as Mobei-jun does it again, and again the heat in his stomach growing too hot to bear. He squirms. Since when did dry humping feel this good?!
Mobei-jun leans forward again, teeth grazing the shell of his ear.
"What does A-Fei need?" He rumbles.
Xiang Fei comes with a keen.
…Seriously?! Just from some nibbling on his ear!??
Mobei-jun doesn't seem to mind at all, his eyes are lidded in the way that means he's amused, if anything. Xiang Fei is too boneless to be embarrassed right this moment, and once he can think again that won't be his first thought anyways. He really challenged his king's demonic stamina, in a body like this, without any cultivation to back it up! He's seriously not going to be able to walk for days!
He'll have to complain about it afterwards, for sure! Maybe he can get his king to act like an ice pack, and make him some noodles to replace the ones he dropped.
Mobei-jun hasn't waited for his lover to catch up to his own thoughts, though. Xiang Fei misses the hot look he earns for the incoherent noise he makes as Mobei-jun's hands push up beneath his shirt to wrap around his waist. All the way around, holy shit. Then they slide up, thumbs moving to play with his chest. Which, he didn't think was sensitive in this body, but apparently he should have tested it out with ice cubes, because the pass of those fingers over his nipples makes him shiver, his whole body still overly sensitive. Mobei-jun takes his time stripping Xiang Fei out of his clothes, wiping up his mess with them and tossing them away to be picked up later.
"Mmgh, my king--" Xiang Fei manages. Mobei-jun has taken to sucking marks into his neck now, seemingly testing just how hard he can bite without hurting him and leaving a ring of bruises that he's not actually going to be able to heal. If he keeps it up Xiang Fei is going to lose coherent thought entirely, so while he still has the chance he reaches up and threads his fingers through Mobei's hair to pull him away.
"My king. My Mobei" He pants, "I think the lube is in the drawer."
Mobei-jun does not actually act on this information right away. He hums and goes back sucking marks into Xiang Fei's neck, thumbs still rubbing circles on his chest until he can't do anything but gasp on every breath. This body doesn't abide by porn novel logic, he has an actual refractory period, but his dick is trying very very hard to join them again.
Finally, Mobei-jun pulls away, but not without pressing a kiss to one of his nipples that makes Xiang Fei moan. His body is too pliant to do anything but accept it as Mobei-jun leans away for a moment, then comes back to pull his legs over those broad shoulders, bottle of modern day water-based personal lubricant in his hands.
Xiang Fei may tense up at the sound of the bottle top being flicked open. Anticipation and nerves are a regular part of his bedroom activities but for some reason they're a lot worse than usual today. He might flinch a little when that big demonic finger brushes over his hole. There's no qi sharing here, Mobei-jun's fingers are cold! And Xiang Fei has never told his king, but he might maybe really be into that! Feeling something warm up the longer it's inside of him does something for him!
"A-Fei is very tight here." Mobei-jun mumbles, "Is he sure he can take this king?"
In his current state Xiang Fei can't really tell if he's being teased or if Mobei-jun is actually concerned, but it doesn't really matter. If Xiang Fei doesn't get that demon dick in him at some point today he'll find a new, much more embarrassing way to die.
"I-if my king is thorough, I can."
Mobei-jun is thorough. Mobei-jun is so thorough, in fact, that it borders on bullying. The first finger is pressed in with a burn, worked slowly, in and out until the uncomfortable feeling is replaced with another source of building heat. The second finger hardly comes with any pain at all, but once it's inside Mobei-jun starts searching with purpose.
Xiang Fei knows he's the one who's in different body here, but are they sure that his king's hands didn't somehow get bigger?
He's skilled at this too, of course, and Xiang Fei yelps when his king's fingers find what they're looking for. In this body he could never find that spot for himself so his prostate really is untouched. Mobei-jun keeps pushing and rubbing on it, fucking Xiang Fei on his fingers until his thighs are shaking and his moans go high and start to break. He doesn't even have a chance to warn Mobei-jun that he's going to come again before he does, body clenching around those fingers that just keep pressing on that spot until Xiang Fei is sobbing and shivering from the sparks that keep shooting up his spine.
Somewhere in the haze afterwards, Mobei-jun starts pressing kisses and bites into his thighs. Xiang Fei doesn't really become coherent again until finger four is added, at which point he realizes that his mouth is dry from all of the lewd sounds he's been making.
"Mmmgy king." He slurs, reaching up again and finding himself vaguely successful at tugging on Mobei's hair again. "If you don't put it in me right now I'm gonna dieee."
There is a puff of cold air over his calf -- Mobei-jun's equivalent of a laugh.
"So A-Fei says." He agrees.
The sound of a bottle top being flipped open again, the sight of Mobei-jun slicking up his very not-human dick, the ridges on them flaring in arousal. Xiang Fei can definitely go for another round with material like this!
Mobei-jun has learned this part well; no matter how much they both wish he could just slide it in, it just isn't doable at his size. It's even more torturous than usual now, though. Mobei-jun takes a harsh breath as his head pushes past the ring of muscles that he's been working so hard to make soft. His hands tighten on Xiang Fei's waist until he whines, and Mobei-jun pulls them away, presumably to shred his sheets.
There's a burn, but it's still pleasurable. Maybe not surprisingly, Xiang Fei feels even more pinned open than usual, and he reaches out to find the hand that's gone missing and pulls it back until it's pressing back over his stomach. Mobei-jun probably won't be able to feel anything, but Xiang Fei's imagination is good enough that he can pretend that it's possible. Mobei-jun growls at the action anyways, hand pressing down possessively and drawing out another moan.
God, the whole barely restraining himself thing is so hot. It's such a shame that breaking it entirely would send Xiang Fei back to the hospital.
The only way to handle it is for Mobei-jun to push in with tiny little grinds each time Xiang-fei relaxes enough for him to go further. It is completely maddening, and it takes forever, Mobei-jun slowly crawling closer and closer to him, the weight inside Xiang Fei growing so heavy that he's sure that there can't be anything else left inside except Mobei-jun. Xiang Fei's hands are all over his king during the process, squeezing Mobei-juns pecs like two stress balls as his king seats himself deep inside. There is some pain in the process but hardly enough to be worth noticing. Nothing at all compared to their first few times. Xiang Fei thinks he might lean up to press some uncoordinated kisses all over his king's face as he tells him what a good job he did, and in retaliation Mobei-jun sticks his tongue down Xing Fei's throat, hips still making tiny grinding motions even though there is nowhere else to go. Xiang Fei is forced to whack Mobei-jun around the shoulders a few times before he pulls back enough for Xiang Fei to tell him between pants "Mmready."
He isn't usually, but this time Mobei-jun is slow when he pulls out and careful on that first thrust in. The feeling of it, of being filled so thoroughly is maybe one of the most incredible things Xiang Fei has ever felt. Definitely top five.
His king is so big that aiming isn't necessary, but Xiang Fei has to hold back a noise every time one of those ridges brushes over his prostate. And then, on the second, third, fourth thrust, as his king starts to understand his limits and build momentum he can't hold them back at all, each thrust coming with an aborted "Ah. Ah! Ah!"
His body feels floaty and warm, the pressure in his stomach building and building until it's his whole body. All things considered, Xiang Fei thinks he does well to make it past stroke ten. His body can't handle the building pressure, when it shakes his way free from him this time with another sobbing yell he's only aware enough to feel Mobei-jun biting into his shoulder before he knows no more.
…He has no idea how long it takes him to come to afterwards, but the sun has set by the time he opens his eyes again, and he still feels pleasantly floaty. It can't have been too long, Mobei-jun is still inside him, holding him from behind and slowly licking the new wound on his shoulder.
Based on the temperature down there, his king finished too. Faster than he normally does, which is a good sign. Maybe Xiang Fei will be able to survive the next few days after all.
Noticing that he's awake again, Mobei-jun presses a kiss to the bite marks he's been licking.
"A-Fei isn't hurt after all?" He asks, "He cried."
Oh, did he? Well they both know that's not necessarily an indication of pain for him, especially not in the bedroom. Xiang Fei makes an attempt at wiping at his face, but his arms don't really want to cooperate properly so he gives up and settles for patting whatever part of Mobei-jun he can reach.
"A-Fei." He answers, "Is really good."
After all, for once, someone cared enough to come for him.