No problem!! Hmm how about moshang for a stormy setting?
Honestly this is one of those requests that should Not have been as hard as it was but I just kept Not being happy with what I wrote. Thank you so much for your patience, though, really! It’s the first time I’ve had to think long and hard about how I’d write MoShang, so thank you for the opportunity! I hope you enjoy
Being in a sort-of not-quite relationship with MoBei-Jun was like being naked in the middle of a storm, like being soaked so thoroughly his bones turn smooth like river rocks, like feeling his body so ice-cold it circles back to burning.
He’s never been naked in a storm, but he figures it’s not too different from the budding agitation he feels around him, on the ground and the walls and the ceiling, as he’s manhandled on the bed. Exhilarating, and a bit terrifying. The feeling of his hair becoming heavy as it gulps down every raindrop, and the viper-like caress down his scalp, remind Shang Qinghua somewhat of MoBei-Jun’s fingers, plunging deep and pulling Shang Qinghua’s head back until his mouth hangs open, like he wants to drink the rain. Water flowing down his every crevice, like MoBei-Jun’s hair brushing on his back or chest, depending on which position his king is in the mood for that day.
The cold and muddy aftermath, he imagines, is also very similar.
Shang Qinghua wipes the cum off his stomach, fast and careless, so he can get back under the covers and stop shivering.
MoBei-Jun is out of sight; Shang Qinghua only feels him through the shifts on the bed as he gets up, through the shuffle of fabric on skin as he’s putting on his clothes, through his even breaths and almost imperceptible grunts, through his heavy steps as he walks towards the door and…
Returns.
He sits back down on the bed without a word.
"My king, you…" Shang Qinghua turns around. He can only see MoBei-Jun’s silhouette in the dark of the room. "You're staying?"
"It's raining."
"Huh?"
Only then does Shang Qinghua become aware of the slight rumble of the rain on his roof, the far-away roars of thunder and the dying echo that follows.
"It's raining," MoBei-Jun repeats as he lies down.
