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Mu Qing doesn't wake up until 11 the next morning, feeling smothered. The blankets aren't even that thick, but the body pressed behind him is radiating heat as if it's the sun itself. He turns to face the source of warmth to be faced with a half-lidded Feng Xin, wearing a soft, sleepy smile on his face.
"Good morning, Qing'er." He whispered, leaving a kiss on Mu Qing's forehead. Memories of their (really just his, Feng Xin hadn't exactly said he felt the same) messy confession made their way back into his mind and Mu Qing could feel the blush creep up his neck. At least he could play that off as the warmth getting to him.
"Who said you could call me that? If you're gonna be like this, you can go right ahead and forget I ever said anything." He grumbled. Feng Xin let out a soft laugh and pressed his face into Mu Qing's shoulder. "Haha, come on, don't be like that. Tell me, what do you want for breakfast? You still on your silly vegan trip?" Ah that's right, Mu Qing tried going vegan back in high school. And in college. And a couple of months after graduating. He's tried going vegan multiple times, and it never worked out, always missing something in his suplements. Always forgetting to up his dosage of vitamin this or that. "I haven't gone vegan in like, two years. You have eggs? I want an omelette." "An omelette it is. Be right back." Feng Xin pushed himself up on his arms, leaned over Mu Qing and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
And so Mu Qing was left alone with his thoughts again, as Feng Xin made his way into the kitchen. He threw the sheets off of him, but turned his face into Feng Xin's pillow. It was still warm, smelled like him, like home, and brought him a weird kind of peace. The kind he really never expected to allow himself. He sunk into the feeling and let himself doze off again.
He was woken up again by the feeling of the mattress dipping in next to him. "Can't even go ten minutes without missing me, huh?" Feng Xin teased. Mu Qing pulled his face from the pillow he had buried himself in and groggily looked up. "Hmm.. Where's the food?" Feng Xin let out a laugh. "Don't you worry about that, it's right here. Mu Qing moved to prop himself up to the headboard and looked at the tray Feng Xin was holding. A plate with two pieces of toast, an omelette, a small bowl of cut up strawberries, and a cup of coffee all neatly arranged and Feng Xin carefully moved to tray to Mu Qing's lap from his own.
"Wait, where's your food?" Mu Qing looked at Feng Xin. "I had something to eat while I was cooking this up, now come on, eat." And so Mu Qing had his fill for breakfast. And it was great, Feng Xin had always been at least a decent cook with a love for good food, but he had defenitly gotten his practice in the kitchen since Mu Qing had moved out.
He finished eating in silence and moved the tray aside when he was done. "Thank you, Feng Xin. For.. For everything." Mu Qing whispered as he cuddled into Feng Xin's side again, hiding his face as he had done the previous night. "There's nothing to thank me for, hey Qing'er, look at me for a sec." Feng Xin said as he moved his had to cup Mu Qing's face.
Mu Qing looked up hesitantly. "You don't have to thank me. Ever. For anything. I really hope you know how much I care about you. Because I do. So, so, much." Feng Xin whispered, leaning his forehead against Mu Qing's.
Mu Qing closed his eyes again. "I really, really, don't wanna cry right now." "Then don't. There's no reason to cry. C'mon, look at me again." Feng Xin urged him to open his eyes. "It's alright, I got you."
And now Mu Qing isn't really sure what he's thinking at this moment, if he's even thinking at all, but the little voice in the back of his head urged him to lean forward, and so all he could really do is connect his lips to Feng Xin's.
The kiss is soft. Softer than he ever expected it to be, and they find a rythm so easily it's almost as if Feng Xin had been waiting for this moment. Feng Xin moves his hands from Mu Qing's face, slowly tracing them down his shoulders and his back until they reached his waist where they softly squeezed the subtle flesh and lean muscles. Mu Qing gasps into the kiss and Feng Xin takes the opportunity to deepen it. They spend a while like this, laying on their sides, holding on to each other, sharing kisses and teasing touches without a worry in the world. No, the worries could wait until later.