Sunday, September 25, 2016

[Bromance FanFic] Na Na's Clothes Chapter 8


Title:  Na Na's Clothes Chapter 8
Author: WinterBubbleTea
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wei Qing Yang/ Yang Na Na
Warning: HEAVY petting.
Summary: Love is something that also can result in war.


What happened prior exiting the room.


Qing Yang ran his pale hand through her dark brown hair making Na Na arch her neck toward the erotic heat of his mouth. Na Na stifles her moans with her left hand, her right hand raking through Qing Yang’s dark hair, pulling him closer.

Qing Yang tongue suckled her sweet flesh whilst his other hand massages her thigh through her cotton thin shorts. He continued his talented stroke down her neck and went down the arch of her clavicle until he reaches the top of her shirt hem.

A murmur of confusion and hiccup of air, teeth bite down on her shoulder and a sensation of wet pressure came along her shoulder blade. “Qing Yang…” She whimpers.

“Shhh…” Qing Yang murmur after letting go of her succinct flesh “Let me take care of you…”

Daze almond brown eyes peer at him unfocused with pleasure, “Your…hand…” She shivers as the fingers trail up and down her thighs, “It’s close too.”

“Yes…yes it is…” Qing Yang said, “But don’t worry, this moment is all for you.” He said and went back to kissing her plump lips. Swollen from the presses of his own and he invaded like an army into that sweet taste of strawberry and sighs of happiness.

Qing Yang couldn’t stop going back to that point of her neck; it drew him like a moth to a flame. The slope was perfect for him and her ears were so cute the elastic texture made him run his tongue over and over it memorizing the delicate trace.

Na Na shift and try to block his tongue and giggles breathlessly, “tickles…ohhh…” His finger met the space of its perusal of her panties and noted the wet stain there. She was aroused and he felt so sinful to be doing such a thing to her, but that grinding monster crept forward to urge him with instinct to do more. To mark her he reigns in begging that he has enough self-control for being so close to her.

Zi Feng was a bastard opening that door to realization, but Qing Yang slowly withdrew his hand and strokes the silk whiteness of her thighs. He would wait and savor that little motion, but continue his abuse of her tender sublime neck.

He better up his plan if he couldn’t control himself in the end and goodness knows he may appear docile and kind, but he had his temperament. After all he did martial arts and could shoot a gun, there has to be a reason why he was so good, and there was also the fact he was a control freak.

So it would be wise in order to honor his Uncle Tian that he quickly push forward, before he end up doing something that might result him in trouble and that was a big no no. Zi Feng would tease him forever.

A whimper and hands grip onto his hair tugging him up and back to parted sweet lips. The kiss was violent in nature and Qing Yang withdrew. Leaning his forehead against Na Na panting, “Na Na…we need to stop.”

“Why…” Na Na whines drawing a smile on his lips.

“I may appear not as affect but my self-control is being tested here.” Qing Yang whispered, “You still aren’t recovered and…” He murmurs, “I don’t think you are ready for a baby just yet…because I would do it…if you keep this up.”

Na Na drew back eyes widen and she noted Qing Yang face, “You mean it…”

“Yes…” Qing Yang said, “I may be diligent and try not to go over the top, but I have a line and we almost if we keep going on. I might do it…and you aren’t ready yet, we aren’t ready just yet.”

Na Na turn red, “I understand…so…breakfast?” She asked uncertain.

“Yes…breakfast.” Qing Yang said softly, “But I get to shower first…I need it badly.”

“O…okay.” Na Na said shyly. A forehead kiss was pressed on her and he pulled back noticing the scent of Na Na and quickly went to his bag to grab his clothes. He unlock the door and headed out.


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2 comments:

  1. Winter, you need to keep writing... can you imagine a bromance 2: the continuing saga.

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