Chapter 281 - A Ghost?

Warning: mild NSFW *cough* I never expected that the first NSFW scene for MDG will be contributed to these two but anyway enjoy~ if you feel uncomfortable reading about two men making out (yes delana is a rotten woman forgive me orz), you may skip to the few last paragraphs 

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After what seemed like a long time, to the point where Qin Weizhe was sure that Luo Ning had fallen asleep, the latter tightened his hold, almost breaking his old waist. Qin Weizhe gasped silently as Luo Ning shook his head, the strands of his hair tickling Qin Weizhe's jaw.

"...You don't understand." He mumbled under his breath. "You don't understand anything."

"Little Ning?"

Luo Ning lifted his head and Qin Weizhe was stunned to find the blazing flame in those eyes. He was determined, almost desperate to confess these hidden feelings. It was as if he couldn't care less whether he would be damned. Yet hidden beneath those stubbornness was a hint of fragility and sadness, too deep it was almost overlooked. He loved too much, so much that he was sure that if he had to discard this love, then he would never be able to muster the same throbbing to another ever again.

Like a dying man, he was attempting a last struggle. One that would result in his death if he failed but if he succeeded…

Qin Weizhe had just opened his mouth when Luo Ning blocked his lips once again, this time he deepened the kiss as if wanting to prove the depth of his feelings. Qin Weizhe could feel the man trembling in his arms, his eyes shut firmly with tears still hanging on it, unwilling to fall. Just as headstrong as its owner.

As Qin Weizhe was in daze, Luo Ning reached out his tongue and licked the seam of the man's lips. Upon receiving no rejection, he became even more thrilled, like he had just consumed a high quality liquor, one whose taste lingered in his mouth for eternity. He parted Qin Weizhe's lips and drilled his tongue inside, shyly and gingerly, arms lifting to hook the man's neck, pulling him closer.

Luo Ning let out a whimper when their tongue touched. Shiver ran down his spine and he couldn't help but indulge in Qin Weizhe's warmth. The man's lips were just as heavenly as he had imagined it to be. There was a slight taste of beer and tobacco, heartrendingly bittersweet, sucking Luo Ning's soul so hard that he could barely think of anything.

Qin Weizhe tasted too addictive. Luo Ning was unwilling to let go but after a while, he lost his breath, arms hanging on the man's shoulders weakly. His eyes were watery and dazed and his face so red that blood almost dropped out of it. Still he clung to him desperately, crying in an aggrieved voice, "Qin Weizhe...Qin Weizhe…"

Qin Weizhe's eyes deepened and he let out a sigh. 

Luo Ning's heart had just dropped to the pit of his stomach when the other man suddenly pulled his waist closer, caging him in place. He turned from the passive receiver into an active giver and resumed their intimate contact. The heat that hadn't dissipated was once again rekindled, this time it burned stronger, hotter and wilder. Lips against lips, tongue against tongue and teeth against teeth, they drew breath from each other, feeling as if they would die if they stopped even just for a second.

The wet sounds of their tongues intertwining, heavy gasps and sharp breathing reverberated through the empty house, obscene and ambiguous.

In that moment, every single fiber of Luo Ning's body buzzed in happiness and excitement. He had the notion that he wouldn't even mind even if he were to die now. 

His eyelashes fluttered madly, brushing the other person's cheeks. Qin Weizhe's heat dominated his mouth, rendering his mind blank. What happened? Qin Weizhe...took the initiative to kiss him? Qin Weizhe? Why…?

"What are you thinking of?" The man bit down on Luo Ning's lower lips, eliciting a short yelp from the latter. Chuckling, he delved down again. "Focus."

"...hmm!" Luo Ning gasped. Firework exploded in his mind as Qin Weizhe's tongue teased him, rubbing, hooking and stroking. The silky and hot tongue plundered his mouth, swiping over his gums and teeth skillfully before intertwining with his own. The moist sensation shot right up to his head, making his scalp numb and tingle. He could only follow Qin Weizhe's rhythm blankly for it alone was enough to send him to the Ninth Heaven.

Luo Ning didn't even realize when their positions had changed. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the carpet with Qin Weizhe above him, covering his body wholly. After an indefinite amount of time, the man finally let go of his lips and a thin string of saliva connected them. 

Luo Ning panted heavily, his whole body soft all over. He gazed at the man above him, confused and bewildered yet ecstatic and blissful. Luo Ning wanted to ask him why...why did he kiss him? Did he somehow like him too even a little bit?

As much as he really wanted to make it clear, he was also afraid that everything was only his imagination. The turbulent emotions tormented him and all he could do was to stare at him blankly, seeing how the man's dark eyes flushed with lust, his swollen and glistened lips that were redder than blood...

When Luo Ning thought that everything had ended, Qin Weizhe leaned down and bit his earlobe without any warning.

"Ah–!" Luo Ning jolted in pain and pleasure, whimpering.

"I have always thought…" Qin Weizhe whispered raspily. As if soothing, he licked the place where he had just bitten. The obscene wet sound echoed in Luo Ning's ears, making his whole body flushed in crimson. "...that your ears are so tiny and white, like a pudding. Surely, they tasted so sweet."

Luo Ning had his lips parted, gasping his name. Qin Weizhe sucked the soft area behind his ear while his hands didn't rest idly. Luo Ning's eyes widened in shame and panic when Qin Weizhe landed his palm on that raging part of his. "N–No, don't!"

"Don't?" Qin Weizhe gave a squeeze and Luo Ning almost died in an instant. "Aren't you uncomfortable? Have you ever got off by yourself before?"

The series of embarrassing questions rolled out of Qin Weizhe's mouth smoothly as if he was purely asking about the weather. Luo Ning looked at him with tears in his eyes, pleading. For what? Even he himself couldn't discern.

"So, that's a no." Qin Weizhe propped himself up, a smile hanging on his lips. "How cute."

Luo Ning almost became a cooked shrimp under his ministrations. Although he was still fully clothed, he could vividly feel the man's burning temperature straight to his sensitive skin. Rubbing, kneading, teasing. Luo Ning's toes curled up, trembling and his waist arched. "No...Detective Qin, it feels weird…" Luo Ning squirmed beneath him, the hem of his shirt lifted to show a glimpse of fair, slim waist. 

A hue of soft pink painted his skin. It resembled cherry blossoms in its glory and beauty. So mesmerizing and heart stirring.

Qin Weizhe bet that Luo Ning definitely had no idea how seductive he looked right now. Under the impact of alcohol, his eyes were covered in a layer of mist, so tender and harmless, lustrous and moving. It was downright an invitation for Qin Weizhe to do whatever he pleased.

He licked his lips, throat dry. His own erection had long strained against his pants yet there wasn't a slightest hint of impatience in his eyes. Instead he lifted Luo Ning up and gently lowered him onto the long couch before pulling down the zipper of his jeans.

"Detective Qin…" Luo Ning grabbed the man's wrist, so ashamed as if he was going to die. He...He had only thought of confessing and nothing else afterward. Now that everything had gone out of his control, Luo Ning was trembling from both fear and a sense of anticipation he didn't even realize.

"Hush, be good." He dipped down and pecked Luo Ning's lips gently a few times, his tone teasing. "Come on. Don't you say that you can love me, adore me and cherish me more?"

Luo Ning bit his lips, whimpering.

"Let go, baby. I will teach you the pleasure of an adult, okay?"

Luo Ning was so entranced by his 'baby' that he subconsciously nodded. The color of Qin Weizhe's eyes deepened and he forced down the impulse to take Luo Ning right here and then, opted to guide him slowly instead.

"Good." Qin Weizhe nibbled on Luo Ning's plump lower lips. "We are starting…"

Luo Ning's pants were pulled down and hanging by his calf, exposing his plain black boxer. There was a wet patch on the fabric and the shape of his manhood was clearly outlined. When Qin Weizhe's hands landed on it, it twitched a few times and leaked out more precum.

Qin Weizhe stared into Luo Ning's wet and fearful eyes and couldn't help kissing them. "Don't be afraid. I promise I won't hurt you." Upon receiving Luo Ning's nod, Qin Weizhe smiled, his hands pulling on the edge of Luo Ning's boxer…

Then he suddenly halted.

Luo Ning cracked his eyes open a bit, confused. "Detective Qin…?"

The man above him was out of focus. The redness on his eyes was still there but the lust had been replaced with alertness. He pulled Luo Ning's pants up and frowned. "Did you hear that?"

That look of his was awfully similar to when he was giving out orders that Luo Ning snapped out of his intoxicated state. His ears perked up and faintly, he could hear a faint sound of scratching. Like when a cat clawed on a wooden door, so soft that it almost went unnoticed. 

It sounded like it came from nowhere at all yet close at the same time.

Luo Ning propped his body up, his mind instantly went to the rumors. "Ghost?" He asked in a whisper.

Qin Weizhe gave him a heavy glance. By now, Luo Ning had sobered up quite a lot albeit his lower part still hadn't completely calmed down yet. At Qin Weizhe's glance, the hair on his arms stood up. "...It's not?"

Qin Weizhe got up from the couch and pulled him up at the same time. Both of them looked around to search for the source of the sound.

Of course, Luo Ning was frustrated, very frustrated that their intimate moment was being interrupted. The resentment in his heart was overflowing and he was so upset that he almost cried. Still, glancing at Qin Weizhe's serious side profile, he didn't dare to protest. 

After half an hour, they still hadn't found the source of the sound. Instead, it got louder and messier as if it knew that it had been noticed. 

Luo Ning turned to Qin Weizhe, annoyed. "Maybe it's only a ghost…"

Qin Weizhe was staring at the floor thoughtfully. "Does your house have a basement floor?"

Startled, Luo Ning shook his head. "W–What's wrong?" He looked down at the floor beneath his feet in astonishment.

Scratch-scratch-scratch...the sound persisted under their sudden silence. Now that Qin Weizhe had pointed it out, Luo Ning suddenly became aware that the sound seemed to...come from under his feet.

"I have been wondering for a while what smell is hanging on the tip of my nose." Qin Weizhe directed his gloomy eyes at him. "Luo Ning."

"Y–Yes?!"

"Have you ever been to a livestock storage? One that has been abandoned for quite a long time."

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A/N: Smutty -> horror hehehe what do you think they will find under Luo Ning's house? (°ロ°) !