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Xie Lian was woken up with the press of cool, soft lips on his temple and he took in a deep breath, completely drowsy and so at ease. He let his lips quirk up at the edges and fluttered his eyes open to peer at his lover through the dark of the room. The only meagre sample of light from the moon and the ever-lit Ghost City tried its best to strain through the planes of glass Hua Cheng had installed to the side.
Another kiss was planted right under Xie Lian’s jaw and he allowed himself to feel the shiver that threatened to flow past his body.
“San Laaang,” he whined once he registered the almost smug expression painted across Hua Cheng’s features after he had caught the goosebumps on Xie Lian’s skin. He looked a deathly sort of handsome; a devious sense of beauty and Xie Lian felt his heart skip a beat once he realised that they were both completely bare. And then, the memories of what they had done before they had fallen asleep next to each other, before it had even fallen dark, washed over his brain.
But before his thoughts could take him too far out towards the edge, Hua Cheng spoke.
“Your highness, you should wake up. It’s almost dinner time.” He said, his voice containing nothing but husk, it comforted Xie Lian but it also made him undeniably flustered and he couldn’t fight back the blush. He prayed it was too dark for Hua Cheng to see, but then Hua Cheng breathed out a small puff of a laugh and decided to add to his previous statement. “Unless gege had something else in mind? Again?” He smirked and shifted, moving back and sideways to rest his head on his hand, to seemingly admire the view of Xie Lian snuggled in their bed while said man had a really hard time not letting his eyes run down the expanse of Hua Cheng’s naked torso.
“San Lang! Must you tease me like this?” He berated but his tone was anything but menacing, the bite of his words even more sugar coated with the way he hid further under the covers in an abashed manner.
“Gege is too adorable not to.” He reached out his free hand to brush Xie Lian’s long hair behind his ear with care that did not shock Xie Lian anymore like it had in the past.
“San Lang is too cruel.” He said with a pout, not meaning one word of it and Hua Cheng’s chest rumbled with laughter as he came closer to Xie Lian, the vibrations travelled through the bed into Xie Lian’s body and it felt… pleasant. He was comfortable. He was even more comforted when Hua Cheng lifted the sheets to slither his arms under Xie Lian, pulling him to his body. The man was quick to wrap himself around Xie Lian like a cocoon and the warmth made Xie Lian sigh into the crook of Hua Cheng’s neck, the taller man trembled the slightest bit.
A while more of being flitted together, Hua Cheng, once again, broke the silence.
“Your highness, we should really get up if you want me to take you to the noodle place down the street that you wanted to visit.” He said, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment. Xie Lian guessed it was a result of a similar thought process; neither really wanted to leave each other’s comforts.
“Mn, okay. The owner is probably expecting us today isn’t she?” Xie Lian inquired, staring up at Hua Cheng through his lashes, chin resting on cool and bare skin.
“En, this San Lang sent a notice prior.”
Xie Lian sighed and unwinded himself out of Hua Cheng’s grasp, the latter moved away too but not before he kissed the top of Xie Lian’s head.
He sat up and scooted himself towards the edge of the bed, his endless legs swooped down so that he was now sitting with his back to Xie Lian. And Xie Lian, who was still lying down, watched distractedly at the way the back of his lover’s muscles moved, before it was hidden away by long, raven locks that glided prettily like a waterfall down his long back.
And Xie Lian wanted.
Wanted.
The craving struck him hard and he felt his heartbeat pang against his chest. The thought of wanting to envelope the man in front of him, to invade him this time instead of the other way around felt unusual, but so right and Xie Lian let his gaze wander, gulping dryly. Even though Hua Cheng’s spine was mostly covered with the starkest contrast of black against pale white skin, his broad shoulders were still bared for Xie Lian’s eyes to feast on. He noted the way the blades moved under toughened muscle when Hua Cheng dipped his left hand to grab his inner robes. Entranced, Xie Lian had followed the swish of Hua Cheng’s hair that fell to the side with the motion, to show off the prominent bones along his spine, the sudden dip before the cleft of his ass, the dimples that rested just above. He was suddenly overcome with the need to splay his hand on the small of that back, to cover those dimples and he licked his dry lips in anticipation.
He’d realised he’d spent too little time trying to notice this part of Hua Cheng’s body.
Hua Cheng seemed to have noted the silence for he turned with a questioning brow just to be greeted with Xie Lian’s dehydrated expression. That pretty back was snatched away from his line of sight once Hua Cheng had turned his way the slightest bit and Xie Lian almost tsked in disappointment.
Eyes wide, Hua Cheng hesitantly questioned.
“Gege?”
But Xie Lian could only stare back.
“Put that down.” He finally brought himself to say and Hua Cheng’s shock was visible on his features as he moved his head, taken aback once he heard the tone of voice. “Please.” Xie Lian added as an afterthought.
“Put-put what down?” Hua Cheng asked, seemingly flustered by the way Xie Lian was acting in such an out-of-the-blue manner.
“The robe.” He said. He sat up as well, the sheets pooling at his waist.
He only heard Hua Cheng’s loud inhale as he obediently dropped the robe back down, fixing Xie Lian with a look from under his wispy lashes that had Xie Lian almost sitting back down without advancing forward from the sheer rush he felt through his body from it.
But he still waded through the sheets and positioned himself so very close to Hua Cheng, placing himself behind him. His pecs almost touched Hua Cheng’s hair that had taken its rightful position along the man’s back, but Xie Lian left himself enough space to touch, to look and to memorise.
True to his internal thoughts, he completely disregarded Hua Cheng’s glistening lips that were so close at reach, what with how the man had his head turned to the side to gauge as much of Xie Lian’s expression as he could. Instead, Xie Lian and paid attention to the expanse of skin in front of him. His lips landed somewhere in the middle of Hua Cheng’s left shoulder and without thinking twice, he indeed allowed himself to splay his hand at the small of his lover’s back, testing the waters. His other hand cupped Hua Cheng’s lower waist and he heard shuddering, delayed breathing in return for his actions.
Xie Lian smiled against chilled skin and licked a small stripe just to let himself feel it out and Hua Cheng’s skin prickled.
“Gege… what are you doing?” Hua Cheng sounded so very breathless and Xie Lian was very, very aware of what Hua Cheng’s ministrations were doing to his nether regions.
“Am I… not allowed?” He asked, unsure despite himself because even though the intimacy was far from unusual, the dynamic was somewhat new and he wanted to know if Hua Cheng was okay with that. Hua Cheng sucked in a breath, the skin close to his neck flushed a beautiful pink, Xie Lian’s lips were drawn to it before he could catch himself and he let them linger, cherishing the slightly warmed skin.
“Of course. ‘Course gege is allowed. Everything of me is yours.” He replied while simultaneously turning his head back to the front and craned to the side, leaving more than enough space for Xie Lian to do whatever he wanted to him.
“Thank you San Lang, and likewise,” he said, teasing that last part into Hua Cheng’s ear, wilfully letting his breath ghost over the sensitive skin under his lobe.
Hua Cheng let out a breath of a chuckle.
“Cheeky.” He replied and Xie Lian grinned while still somehow having his lips latched onto Hua Cheng’s slowly warming skin, unwilling to part.
Xie Lian moved back regardless, deeming he had more skin to attend to.
As much as Xie Lian loved Hua Cheng’s inky hair, it was in the way so he gathered as many strands as he could and pushed them over Hua Cheng’s right shoulder.
Xie Lian’s eyes hazed over and he worried his plumped bottom lip with his teeth when he saw the sight that welcomed him. Not only was Hua Cheng’s muscled back absolutely breathtaking, but it also proudly wore the red streaks of Xie Lian’s nails that occupied a terrifyingly large space of it. It really shouldn’t have been as alluring as it was but it made Xie Lian feel some sort of insurmountable emotion that was dark, hungry, and almost possessive.
Xie Lian didn’t hesitate to lick along one of the more prominent ones and Hua Cheng’s shoulder muscles twitched, caving in on themselves and it reminded Xie Lian of a butterfly flapping its wings. Hua Cheng seemed to be in no form of pain with Xie Lian’s actions so, starting from the base of his neck, kissing the bone that jutted out, he moved his way slowly down the beautiful slope of the other man’s spine. He stopped wherever he liked, kissed and licked when he came across another red line of skin that was broken into. Both of Xie Lian’s hands that now rested on Hua Cheng’s slender but strong waist were massaging the start of the taut muscle of Hua Cheng’s V line with sure fingers. And Hua Cheng seemed to like it a lot with the way his breath went heavy, as he grasped the sheets with one hand while his other tried to reach behind and pull at Xie Lian’s hair. Xie Lian rejoiced in the sharp little tugs he made because it showed how vulnerable, how helpless his San Lang was and it edged him on further, driven by something he’d never felt to such a degree before; a feeling of wanting to dominate.
It’s been over a year since his San Lang’s return and they had been like this with each other since then on many occasions and dare Xie Lian say, a lot of times. But it had always been Hua Cheng who took the lead and Xie Lian had gone along because although he was more than willing, he didn’t necessarily know how it worked. Hua Cheng had showed him and Xie Lian loved the experience, loved being able to be even closer to his San Lang and he had never thought more of the matter. After a while of teasing they’d always stick to their designated roles and numerous positions and Xie Lian loved it, loves it. But right now, he caught himself entirely off guard, and if Hua Cheng would be fine with it… he would like to, he thought. He wanted to.
A few minutes passed by, the only signs of life in the room were the sounds of wet lips on skin and laboured breathing. It was calm, too calm in contrast with how fast Xie Lian’s mind was spinning.
He had made his way down along the length of the defined spine and reached those pretty dimples. Xie Lian wasted absolutely no time in tonguing at it as he wound one of his arms around Hua Cheng’s waist.
And finally, finally.
Hua Cheng made a noise, a small little ‘ah’ and Xie Lian wanted more . More of that, enough so to drown in.
So he removed his other hand from its previous massaging, smoothed it along Hua Cheng’s lower abdomen and grasped his lover’s length at the base all while he moved his mouth and closed his teeth around the flesh on the start of his cheek, biting.
Hua Cheng’s reaction was quick. His entire torso caved forwards, bent like a bow and more of his ass was out on display for Xie Lian. He let out a long, low and guttural moan with how Xie Lian had started to move his hand up and down his length. One hand still wrinkling the sheets in between slender fingers, Hua Cheng brought his other hand back from Xie Lian’s hair to Xie Lian’s forearm and held on, as if he didn’t want Xie Lian to let go at all- using him as leverage.
Xie Lian tightened his hold on Hua Cheng’s waist and pulled so that most of his body was back on the bed, and Hua Cheng lost his bearings as he hardened in Xie Lian’s hands.
Xie Lian busied himself with the new skin and a new angle and he sucked bruises all over the curve of Hua Cheng’s back.
“Gege, gege. Please.” He breathed out, moving his hand again and finding home in Xie Lian’s scalp easily now that Xie Lian’s head was level with Hua Cheng’s hips.
“San Lang is so beautiful.” He managed through a raw voice, and as if to emphasise his point, he unwided his hand around Hua Cheng’s waist and moved to slide it along the length of the moving muscle along the line of his back, as if it was something to be revered, worshipped. Xie Lian intently watched the way the skin rose wherever his fingertips landed. Still watching, and still moving his fingers, he kissed and brought more skin between his teeth, rolling it into his mouth and letting go to examine the proud reddish-blue that rested afterwards.
“I’ve wronged San Lang, I have never paid attention to this part before. Pity.” He said and breathed out a small laugh when Hua Cheng shuddered under his words, his member leaking a bit into Xie Lian’s large palm.
“Please…” He sounded so broken, as if Xie Lian had hurt him.
“Please what San Lang?” He quipped back, moving up and plastering his body to Hua Cheng, his hands leaving their previous positions to rest on both of Hua Cheng’s pecs respectively. Xie Lian nuzzled his head to the right side of Hua Cheng’s neck and while he ran his hands down the hard panes of Hua Cheng’s abs while hugging him tightly from behind, he also licked a stripe down the pointy part of his lover’s ear all the way down to the lobe, to tug it into his mouth once he got there.
“Ahh~.” He sounded once he felt Xie Lian’s length stark against his lower back. Xie Lian experimentally rubbed his hips, dangerously close to Hua Cheng’s ass.
“Please what San Lang? Tell me.” He repeated, his voice muffled by Hua Cheng’s neck.
“Take me,” he said, sounding sure and absolute. “Please.”
Xie Lian blushed at that, finally, the weight of what he was doing to Hua Cheng crashed on him. His San Lang… he was already like this… because of him. But more so than embarrassment, the prevailing thought in his head was uncountable warmth mixed with so much desire, desire to have Hua Cheng unravel beneath him- the way Hua Cheng makes him feel all the time.
Xie Lian held his shoulders and pulled him without much effort, Hua Cheng got the message- elbowing his way further onto the bed again and Xie Lian sat to the side until Hua Cheng’s entire body was comfortably settled. Xie Lian made quick work of straddling his strong thighs, he traced the veins that ran along and close to his V line with his fingertips, eyes catching the way that those hipbones writhed and moved with nowhere to go. His impressive length rested prettily in the middle of them, curved up tall and proud with pearlescent fluid falling down the tip. Xie Lian thought Hua Cheng beneath him in this state was something he wanted to see more often; he just looked… so lewd and it made Xie Lian’s mind run feral. Now he knew exactly why Hua Cheng was so intent on making such a mess of Xie Lian every other time when the roles had been reversed. Xie Lian wondered if he looked half as good in Hua Cheng’s eyes like this, as Hua Cheng looked to him right now.
“Is San Lang okay with me taking care of you tonight?” Xie Lian asked, making eye contact with Hua Cheng’s hooded eye, he knew his cheeks had colour splattered over it but he braved himself to look inquisitive, to tilt his head slightly to the right and to worry his lips with his teeth.
Hua Cheng took a deep breath and Xie Lian’s eyes glanced at the menacing abdominal muscles, the way they moved only to flit back into place once he exhaled but Hua Cheng had kept looking up at Xie Lian, his gaze burning into his face.
“Gege,” he rasped. “Come here, please.” He raised his hands up with difficulty, indicating he wanted him in his arms. Xie Lian complied, bending down, and Hua Cheng’s apparent impatience had him raising his neck off the bed before Xie Lian had come all the way down. Hua Cheng headed straight for Xie Lian’s mouth and Xie Lian readied his lips, expecting the smoothness of the other pair against his own. But Hua Cheng had moaned and bitten down hard on his bottom lip, drawing out an involuntary growl from the depths of Xie Lian’s throat.
Hua Cheng sucked on it with force before he let Xie Lian’s throbbing lip go. Xie Lian opened his eyes that he realised he had closed, only to see Hua Cheng’s tongue flickering out to lick the sharp canine, looking for traces of blood from that visceral bite. Xie Lian’s chest rose and fell helplessly, the feeling of wanting to smother ever prevailing when Hua Cheng smirked at him, having gathered himself back.
“Your highness?”
“Hm?” Was all Xie Lian had managed to let out, the only thing he could say without having to use his brain too much because it was too muddled with lust to function as per usual.
“Fuck me.” He whispered between them, like it was a secret and Xie Lian felt himself leak at the words. “Do whatever your highness wishes to this body. It’s all yours.” And all of those words, the tone of voice, the way he had talked, the look he was giving him, they all made heat pool low in his belly and Xie Lian really couldn’t have ever restricted that small, helpless moan that pushed past his lips.
“San Lang.” He whispered, leaning down to coax Hua Cheng’s mouth open and take a nice long lick at the deadly looking canine, finding it immeasurably hot- the way the Hua Cheng had made it look earlier. “San Lang, turn around for me.” He murmured into his mouth.
Hua Cheng, compliant as ever, flipped over when Xie Lian lifted his hips so that the other man could move.
Xie Lian’s breath hitched in his throat when he saw what was slowly becoming one of Hua Cheng’s favourite features of his, all pale and smooth and bare in front of him. And, like he had done before, he greedily drank in the taut tendons and the painful-looking nail marks, the slow slope and the quick bow before rising to two small mounds at the bottom. He bit his lip for the umpteenth time, wanting to touch but unknowing of where to start.
Hua Cheng who had his head turned to the side, noticed his hesitance and Xie Lian registered the crook of his lips from the side of his face that he could see.
“Gege can touch, just like he did before.” He assured, and even had the shamelessness to use his knees to crook his ass up higher, alluring, and Xie Lian thought it looked too…clean. Comparative to the rest of Hua Cheng’s back that he had littered with love bites and marks from earlier on, Hua Cheng’s round cheeks looked stark white and pristine. It had been inaccessible before, since Hua Cheng had been sitting down and Xie Lian could only indulge the top half of it.
Xie Lian wanted to mess it up - to soil the perfect skin, and the thought of it had waves of arousal running down his entire body, making his toes curl.
With one swoop of his torso, he harshly bit down on the lower half of the left side, Hua Cheng’s pleased grunt from above had him sucking the petal-like skin into the warmth of his mouth, licking and making a complete wreck of it. He had done so until he was satisfied and sat back up to examine his handiwork. His index finger traced along the border of his bite, liking how wet and hot the area was.
Hua Cheng let out a hybrid between a moan and small chuckle.
“Gege seems to really like biting.” He said and Xie Lian instantly rethought his actions.
“Does San Lang not like it?” He asked.
“Your highness, of course I like it, do you want me to show you what you do to me?” He replied but before Xie Lian could say anything more, Hue Cheng’s hand clamped around Xie Lian’s wrist and he quirked his hips off the bed, his ass resting even higher and his cheeks parting the slightest bit with the motion. He guided the hand down to his member to place it there and Xie Lian blushed all over again, spluttering because it felt so warm and so hard.
“San Langgg.” He couldn’t stop himself from mewling out loud, his hand on autopilot as he wrapped it around Hua Cheng’s length. Hua Cheng responded by rocking his hips towards Xie Lian and he felt himself harden even more, Hua Cheng looked too seductive, too unreal of a vision and his mind was running to places he had never thought even existed in his brain’s capacity.
Hua Cheng was tainting him.
And he’d have it no other way.
“Lov- love it when gege marks me.” He stuttered out, hips still moving languidly in a back and forth motion, and Xie Lian hated that he had to blink, had to shut his eyes even for a nano-second.
“San Lang, please. Please get on your hands and knees for me?” He couldn’t help but ask, knowing it was impudent, knowing how horrible it sounded coming out as so broken of a plea. But Hua Cheng moaned out loud, apparently more than happy with Xie Lian voicing out his deeper desires.
They had only ever done it in this position once, Xie Lian really didn’t know why because that one time had felt absolutely blissful and he had felt so full that he had chased his arousal like an untameable and uncivilised animal. His train of thought had his entire body going warm, pleasure and anticipation curling in his stomach like a venomous snake, bidding it’s time to come out. He didn’t even think he’d last that long, having Hua Cheng like this, of him throwing his head back like he himself usually does with unrestrained gratification. The idea has him reeling, how he’d probably have to hold himself in to service his partner, and Xie Lian couldn’t help but think if it would feel just as good as Hua Cheng’s wet mouth and smart tongue does.
His throat felt positively parched.
Sudden urgency had him scrambling to find that vial of oil they used and he found it stuffed under a pillow from earlier.
Xie Lian turned back to Hua Cheng, taking in his state from afar. His loose hair fell down his side like a curtain, his arms straining with the effort of keeping himself up, the tendons twitching. Xie Lian followed the muscles along his back, the ones around his broad shoulders were the most prominent and then his eyes landed on that thin, slender waist. Xie Lian’s eyes dilated as he looked at the perky ass that was out in the air followed by those strong but lean, long thighs that held his lower half up.
His lover looked breathtaking and Xie Lian couldn’t wait for him to fall apart in his arms.
Xie Lian could watch him like this all day but he was painfully aware of his own impatience and wanting of some sense of relief. So, he kneed his way back over to Hua Cheng, making quick work of uncapping the lid on the vial.
He kneeled close to Hua Cheng, close enough to have the whole length of the front of his thigh making contact with Hua Cheng’s skin.
Unable to restrain himself, Xie Lian indulgely bent his body forward, pressing a few close lipped kisses on Hua Cheng’s spine. For the umpteenth time, he bit a small chunk of milky skin and dragged it outwards before he let it go. Hua Cheng’s hips followed his mouth for the smallest distance; as if he didn’t wan’t Xie Lian to stop biting him. The motions of it were nothing but entrancing.
He dumped a good amount of the oil onto his fingers, rubbing the substance between them, until it was warm and evenly coated his digits. He moved a little so his right knee could nudge against Hua Cheng’s legs, silently telling him to spread his legs further apart before he held Hua Cheng’s small waist with his left hand, steadying.
Xie Lian brought his lower lip into his mouth, chewing partly because he was nervous and partly because Hua Cheng looked sinfully obscene, it almost wasn’t fair. But no one else would see this, no one else would ever get this privilege and the thought -his sheer belief in said thought- had him choking up on his breath, a fluttering feeling of something wrapped around his entire body. He was sure his skin was hot to the touch.
“Gege?” Hua Cheng threw a look at Xie Lian over his shoulder and the whole ordeal shouldn’t have been as scintillating as it was. Xie Lian blushed as he got caught red-handed gazing lustfully as his lover.
“Forgive me for being rude San Lang. You truly are too distracting when you are like this.” Hua Cheng smiled a sly but shy smile, private and honest at Xie Lian’s confession.
“Your highness… can look as much as he wants.” He says and then, as if he had no regard for Xie Lian’s sanity, he leaned his upper body down onto the bed. His arms criss crossing right above his own head that lay turned to the side on the bed.
In this position the length of his torso was even more accentuated, the slope and bow of his spine started off slow, travelling all the way up where Hua Cheng’s entrance was at Xie Lian’s complete mercy.
An unkempt whimper made his way out of his lips when he tightened his grip on Hua Cheng’s waist, bringing him closer to him but having enough space to move his hand between their bodies.
He watched intently as his middle finger pressed close around the tight ring of muscle, bracing himself and also Hua Cheng as he bent down and placed a kiss on the small of his back before pushing in.
Hua Cheng’s entire body stiffened as he clenched around Xie Lian’s finger that was barely in at all, the breath Hua Cheng took, albeit unneeded and fake, was palpable. And then he sighed, relaxing as he moved his hips back just the slightest bit to give Xie Lian his okay.
And suddenly all of his previous urgency was vanquished with the more prevailing need to make this good for Hua Cheng, to make it less painful and all the more pleasing.
And he decidedly took his time.
Wiggling his finger as much as he could to ease the tensed and unbearably warm muscle inside Hua Cheng, he watched his finger disappear millimetre by millimetre until the red string tied around that finger tickled Hua Cheng’s outer skin.
“Is San Lang okay?” Xie Lian was tentative when he asked, his voice surprisingly low and rumbly. Hua Cheng’s eye was screwed shut and he nodded his head into the bed and then seemingly realising he probably had to speak up.
“Mmnn, yes gege. I’m completely fine. Gege can follow with another finger.” He said as if he was instructing, voice kind but pitched in a tone that was restrictive- like he was running out of breath despite not needing it. Xie Lian was grateful, since this was his first time doing this and even though being on the receiving end of this had made him more or less aware of the steps, he was still on the clumsier side.
But before he added another finger, he prodded Hua Cheng’s insides, actively searching. He crooked his finger upwards, knowing he found the bundle of nerves and pressed gently, sweeping his finger over it until he had Hua Cheng careening under him.
“Ah- ahh~,” Hua Cheng more or less mewled into the sheets, his voice getting muffled. “Your highness, please, please. Your highness- is doing so… well.” His sentences broke in the middle, his usual eloquence lost just for one of Xie Lian’s fingers.
Xie Lian chuckled, knowing exactly what Hua Cheng must be feeling, and he slid his finger out but not before he ran the pad of it over the nerves again for good measure. He watched in muted satisfaction when Hua Cheng’s hips stuttered and his shoulders shivered, the bewitching dip of his spine moving with his manoeuvres.
He adjoined his middle finger with his ring finger before he dove them back inside Hua Cheng’s wanting body, paying attention to the way he swallowed his fingers eagerly into the heat of his walls. Xie Lian bent his entire body forward, covering Hua Cheng as he braced himself on top with one hand while the other enthusiastically worked on opening his lover up. He was entirely careful, overly gently while he built up a slow torturous rhythm with his fingers, somehow still driving Hua Cheng to destruction with the way he writhed his hips back into awaiting fingers. Upon Xie Lian’s inspection, he saw the way Hua Cheng’s angular face was scrunched up into one of concentration, expression going lax momentarily every time Xie Lian touched his prostate and Xie Lian’s brain very helpfully supplied that he hadn’t seen anything so beautiful in his life.
With that note, he added the third finger, bending forth to plant a messy kiss onto Hua Cheng’s exposed temple, moving down to nip at the corded line of pale skin on his lover’s neck, slowly but surely letting him adjust to the current girth inside of him. Xie Lian spread his fingers slightly apart, stretching the tight walls to better accommodate what was imminent. He started to move them in and out, like before, and Hua Cheng made the most salacious sound, causing Xie Lian to let out his own moan of pleasure when Hua Cheng rocked his hips far back enough for his upper thigh to graze Xie Lian’s unattended length.
But he only had his San Lang’s pleasure in mind when he thrust his fingers sporadically, ensuring that he satisfied Hua Cheng as much as he could.
“Mmm, gege, gege, my Highness. That’s enough, this San Lang is ready for you now.” His mumbling could be called almost incoherent but Xie Lian latched onto every single syllable that left his pretty thin lips. He flushed at the way Hua Cheng sounded out his helpless calling for Xie Lian, as if pleading for mercy but also bringing the promise of something more for which he was allegedly prepared for, sneakily asking for more.
Greedy.
It made Xie Lian feel downright greedy and he loved it. Loved the way his entire being welcomed all of his lover, all of his ministrations, his sounds, everything.
“If my beloved says so, then okay.” Xie Lian’s voice slipped out, unthinking of what those words would do to the man beneath him, and took his fingers out. But he learned soon enough when Hua Cheng’s entire back arched impossibly, his voice pitchy as he let out an unrestrained moan while his hips chased for Xie Lian’s fingers that were already well out of the way.
And then Hua Cheng was sitting up and turning towards him, the weight of his body fell on top of Xie Lian and two bodies toppled over onto the bed. Xie Lian was forced onto his back, Hua Cheng’s strong arms encased their bodies and Xie Lian found himself reeling back to catch up with how fast Hua Cheng had moved. How quickly Hua Cheng’s mouth had found the tender skin of his jawline and was now messily making his way up to his awaiting lips.
“Gege- gege can’t just call me that. And… and expect no reaction.” He hummed into Xie Lian’s skin and Xie Lian instinctively inclined his neck upwards, letting Hua Cheng freely do whatever he wanted with his body. And once his previous words had registered, he let out a small laugh, his hands reaching forward to cup Hua Cheng’s face and pull him up so that he could see it. Hua Cheng followed suit without complaint and Xie Lian took the opportunity to hold his face so close, close enough to nudge their noses together lovingly. He thumbed along the jut of Hua Cheng’s cheekbone, following the light dusting of pink from being fucked by Xie Lian’s fingers. He gazed wantonly, eyelids going heavy at the way Hua Cheng looked at him like he was something made out of light and stardust.
He sighed and kissed Hua Cheng’s eye cover before moving down to his lips and enrapturing them between his own. Hua Cheng kissed him back languidly, matching the slow pace, so slow that they felt every single wet glide, memorising each other’s outlines as if they had all the time in the world- all worldly matters be damned.
Xie Lian cradled Hua Cheng’s body in his, ran his hands along the ridges of muscle along Hua Cheng’s sides, recognised the sudden dip of the small waist before it expanded into strong hips and firm butt. Xie Lian grasped him gently in his hands, guiding him to his hips as he ground his own into Hua Cheng’s.
A small grin graced his face, unprecedented, when Hua Cheng gasped into his mouth and moved his head away, a chastising expression adorning his face even though his lower half eagerly met Xie Lian in tandem.
Xie Lian smiled and bit his lip, releasing it to say but two words and nothing else.
“My beloved.”
Hua Cheng’s eye blew out darker than ever, before a deeper hue splayed across his cheeks and he smiled a shy smile before he hid his face in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck.
Xie Lian chuckled again and held Hua Cheng’s ass with surer fingers, arching his back off the bed as much as he could with Hua Cheng’s weight on top of him. While both their lengths rubbed each other at snail’s pace, hip bones near scraping each other, Xie Lian let his oil slicked hand wander, seeking, unwanting for it to close up even the slightest bit lest it provide any sense of discomfort for later on.
Xie Lian was in no rush as he found the ring of flesh, he rubbed the sore skin, relishing in the way Hua Cheng halted in his motions and the way the lips that were pressed onto the sensitive skin on Xie Lian’s neck opened way for his teeth to bite down, urging a moan out of Xie Lian’s throat.
Before he could intrude though, Hua Cheng, albeit hurriedly gathering himself, spoke up.
“Gege wait.” And Xie Lian retreated, both his hands holding Hua Cheng’s impossibly small but strong waist gently, applying no force at all in case Hua Cheng wanted to move. Xie Lian had guessed right because Hua Cheng was quick to kneel into his previous position as he bared himself for Xie Lian again. His stature exuded something of stark vulnerability hidden beneath layers and layers of sensual desirability, something that Xie Lian realised that only he could notice, something that only he was allowed to notice.
A silent tremor concealed that of uncountable thrill.
Xie Lian let himself drown in the depths of the feeling, drunk on it as he reached out. His eyes raked down Hua Cheng’s body in this position for the umpteenth time, not an ounce of hesitation or regret at doing so because he’d always find something he hadn’t noticed before. Like the small scar that was barely visible on the left side of his lower back, or the stray beauty mark that rested right beside his right shoulder blade. Xie Lian’s urge to inscribe all of this into the book of his heart was something of a heavy toll. He wanted to be thorough enough to recall all of his lover even when he didn’t have the real thing in front of him.
Shame being the last thing on his mind, he placed himself behind Hua Cheng, holding onto either side of his waist and, almost experimentally, rubbed his length along the cleft of Hua Cheng’s ass, allowing it to flit there. The whine that followed the action was simultaneous with the way Hua Cheng rolled his rear into Xie Lian’s length, chasing the friction he so desired.
“Please.” The desperation in the request had Xie Lian snapping out of his trance, blood rushed in through his neck and spread over the tips of his ear and cheeks, unwilling to move once the heat had settled under slightly tanned skin.
“Of course San Lang, sorry for keeping you waiting.” And Hua Cheng shook his head, mumbling that he shouldn’t apologise. While he spoke, Xie Lian was busying himself to reach for the vial again, opening the cap with one hand while the other slid soothingly against smooth, almost paper coloured skin. Xie Lian slicked himself with the rest of the oil that was available, tossing the empty container with no sense of direction and focused his attention on coating every millimetre.
Once he was ready, Xie Lian bent forward to leave a kiss on one of the mounds of flesh and once again, draped himself steadily over Hua Cheng’s wily body, enough so that Xie Lian’s chin could easily fit into the crook of his lover’s neck. He did just that as he extended his body and whispered tenderly into Hua Cheng’s ear.
“Is my San Lang ready? You know it’s okay if you don’t want to right San Lang? This is already more than enough.” He had to ask, even though he already knew the answer but he had to be absolutely sure. He needed Hua Cheng to know that he didn’t need to follow through with this. He never wanted Hua Cheng to feel any ounce of regret or discomfort. Xie Lian couldn’t bear to live with himself if that happened, couldn’t ever forgive himself. He knew he’d be reminded of his wrongdoings every time Hua Cheng would smile at him so privately like he so often did.
“Gege is such a gentleman, but God please. This San Lang is wholly impatient for your highness.” The words slipped out in a determined tone, Hua Cheng seemingly having built enough bravado to utter the two sentences into the dark of the night.
Xie Lian gave his weight into one hand as he cradled the side of Hua Cheng’s face with the other, turning him towards himself so that he could apply his closed lips onto thinner ones, moving on to let them land on the apple of the other’s cheek, lingering.
He strained his left tricep and his thighs as he reached down to hold his length, guiding towards Hua Cheng’s entrance, never missing the way Hua Cheng reacted, his beguiling hips inching ever closer in muted anticipation.
Xie Lian winced despite himself as he began to intrude, the first ring being the toughest of obstacles as he felt his girth slowly but surely get squeezed irredeemably. His most private part enveloped in almost unbearable warmth, enough so to seize all air left in his lungs. His brokenly urgent exhale washed over Hua Cheng’s neck, the skin there prickling under Xie Lian’s hyperaware lips.
“San- Lang~,” his voice rang across the quiet of the room and Hua Cheng was prompted to push his hips back with notable force, both of their helpless murmurs intermingled with each other; Hua Cheng at being intruded and Xie Lian at being pleasantly gripped into the accepting walls of heated flesh.
Xie Lian was more or less already in, he only had about one fourth of the length still touching the humid air around them. So Xie Lian gently held Hua Cheng in his arms as he went just that little bit further, letting out a sigh while Hua Cheng whined, rocking back his ass into Xie Lian’s V line. They fit snugly together and Xie Lian sneaked a look at their adjoined lower halves, flushing for the tenth time today with how pretty the sight looked.
He wound his right arm around Hua Cheng’s middle and lifted him up, wanting all parts of them to be touching. Their bodies were snug, both of them in all fours save for Xie Lian’s hand that embraced their bodies together. Xie Lian’s chin had comfortably snuggled up into Hua Cheng’s side where he placed multiple little kisses wherever his lips found home, loving the little snickers that left Hua Cheng’s throat, as he gave Hua Cheng time to adjust to him.
Xie Lian kissed him for a few minutes, his hips wanting to move but effectively paying it no mind as he diligently ate up all the pleased little noises Hua Cheng was making.
It made Xie Lian happy.
He was happy that he got so lucky, that after so many painful years, his light at the end of the tunnel made himself known in his life; in the form of a man so dashing yet gentle, confident but somewhat fragile when placed in the confines of Xie Lian’s arms that wound tight around his strong frame. Hua Cheng crashed into him with certain force that Xie Lian never thought to be possible. He’d never even dared imagine himself being this wrapped up in a lover, but Hua Cheng had made it so easy, a breeze of a decision. His descent into love had been so freeing and he’d jumped down from that dreaded cliff with nothing but conviction, knowing that his proud, happy future that materialised as a pillar of strength, would invitingly catch him into the folds of his arms- cradling like he so often does.
His lover, who gave up so much for him without a second thought. His lover, who expressed his emotions so openly but in a way that only Xie Lian could ever note. His lover, who held his body with so much care, as if he was something to be revered, something to be protected and something to be loved. His lover, who mumbled sweet nothings into his ears every single day, making Xie Lian come to the point where he really believed that he deserved love, that he was desirable, that he was worth every second of attention he snatched away from Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng, his lover, his beloved, his San Lang, that did nothing but give, give and give some more.
His heart was so full. So of course he had to whisper his feelings in secret to Hua Cheng, to quash any possibilities of self doubt in the other man’s head.
“San Lang is my world. I will never leave you.” He breathed, surely.
“Your highness… this is- this lowly one is ever thankful for every lucky minute he gets to spend with his beloved. I am most fortunate.” The response, albeit breathless, made Xie Lian’s toes curl, unknowing of how to just… just let the weight of his love be released. He didn’t know how to show Hua Cheng just how much of Xie Lian’s entire being he possessed, his being that he had voluntarily handed over to hands that he knew would keep it safe. Hua Cheng had taught Xie Lian to love without abandon and he had picked up on it quickly, because he no longer cared what Hua Cheng did with him. It was the same way he knew Hua Cheng trusted him. Between them, there was nothing to be selfish about, nothing to have second thoughts about. They had both lived much too long to start entertaining any senses of immaturity so they had both let go, adjoined with each other’s lives, so very content and so very certain with each other’s presences in either of their existences.
Xie Lian nodded into Hua Cheng’s skin as he spoke.
“We are both indeed fortunate.” And with that, he pulled his waist back before he wedged his way back in, the man in his arms keeling at the suddenness of the movement.
“Gege,” the hybrid of a noise that Hua Cheng had made was striking to Xie Lian’s ears, he memorised the sound in his head, feeling the way Hua Cheng’s contours moved against his skin and revelled in the warmth that ran through him.
Huffing, he let go of Hua Cheng’s waist to better brace himself over the other man, getting better leverage to start both of their torturously slow torment to the edge that neither really seemed to be in a rush to get to.
Xie Lian thrusted in slow, rolling his hips while he searched for Hua Cheng’s sweet spot. On his fourth push, Hua Cheng clenched around him, mewling, back bowing out as his legs gave way and his upper torso fell back on the bed.
“God- mh.”
Xie Lian licked the sound up, bending down with his hands holding him up, akin to the position one would take while doing a push up as he kissed languidly along the beautiful spine, his hips still in motion. Xie Lian realised he’d been making little grunts of effort as he built up a suitable rhythm, pulling out slowly and pushing in at that same pace until half of his length was buried only to slam inside to cover the rest of it.
“Gege makes love like he practices the sword.” Hua Cheng craned his neck to look at him, blush high on his cheeks, hair covering a good half of his forehead and sly smile on his pink lips to boot and Xie Lian thought he looked irresistible. The trance-like infatuation didn’t last long as he coyly worried his lips at Hua Cheng’s compliment, hiding a smile as he did so and dipped down to catch the corner of Hua Cheng’s mouth to place a quiet kiss.
“I’m trying my best for San Lang. Does it hurt?” He asked, knowing he had grazed Hua Cheng’s prostate for the umpteenth time tonight with the way his long lashes fluttered under Xie Lian’s hawk-like gaze.
He was rewarded with a foxy grin.
“Not at all, gege is doing very well.” He assured, seemingly happy as Xie Lian kept up his slow pace, Hua Cheng meeting him in the middle as he threw himself back despite the vulnerable position, as if he were made to do this.
“Mmm, in fact, this one would quite like it if this was not a one time thing.” He sang, all cheekiness and nothing but playful teasing in his eye while he raked over Xie Lian’s face, shoulders and followed the length of his arm, down to his fingers that were gripping the sheets for leverage, in concentrated and quiet but smug appreciation.
“San Lang is too much.” Xie Lian laughed, loving how comfortable Hua Cheng made him feel, loving even more that Hua Cheng seemed to be completely in his element. “But of course, San Lang can have me any way he likes.” He murmured, angling his hips to the side and went in with a little more force than before, continuing his nudges at a newfound tempo and Hua Cheng was ever-sensitive to it.
“Hnghh, gege. Please.” He cried out, his slender hands twisting the sheets to bunch it into his palms.
“What does San Lang need?” He huffed out, out of breath with the way Hua Cheng mercilessly gripped his length inside, as if unwilling to let go of him when he tried to pull away to push back in. He felt himself leak with the way Hua Cheng slowly lost composure, searching now, more desperate. The unavoidable squelching sounds that materialised was obnoxiously loud against the small grunts and pants that the two of them made.
Hua Cheng arched his back, tossing his head back and brought his hand up to hold all of his hair and pull it to the side, his elegant bone structure coming into view for Xie Lian. Xie Lian’s eyes followed the long strands of hair that glissaded and he too, curved in on his torso, buried one of his hands into Hua Cheng’s scalp, simultaneously holding him down softly, fingers scraping lightly in the way he knew Hua Cheng liked.
The slightly newer position had Xie Lian reaching depths that he hadn’t before and Hua Cheng’s low moan rumbled through his entire body, he willingly embraced the reverberations. It had built up Xie Lian’s urge to make his San Lang feel good, better than he was right now, recognising the way Hua Cheng’s hips writhed and stuttered without the same refinement as earlier, indicating his wanton desires for something more. So Xie Lian wordlessly complied, he more or less grabbed Hua Cheng’s exposed neck, gripping as he increased his speed.
“Gege, gege oh my God. Gege that feels good.”
“Mn.” And Xie Lian concentrated, knowing he was nearing his fall with the tightness of Hua Cheng around him. The heat of it constantly contracting and expanding to welcome Xie Lian every time he dove himself in, the sound of skin slapping skin making Xie Lian feel extremely shy but so very hungry for just that little more.
“San Lang should tell me if I’m hurting him, okay?” He asked, his sentence coming out in minute huffs of breath with every time he pushed himself into the bundle of nerves inside of Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng answered him with a shake of his head, apparently too far gone in his pleasure with Xie Lian’s sure thrusts to form any sense of coherency. Xie Lian reached his hand under their bodies, finding Hua Cheng’s hardness and feeling the wetness at the tip. He pumped his hand in harmony with the more erratic push and pull of his waist. And it seemed to drive Hua Cheng further down the road, closer to the blinding white with the way he moved his ass with abandon, eye scrunching and nose turning up while his neck craned.
The bed started to shake with the pressure, the headboard making contact with the wall with every shove like a dull thrum. Sweat started to drip down them as they both got lost in each other; Xie Lian drunk on the man beneath him while said man chased his sanity with utter concentration, calling for Xie Lian as if he was the only thing keeping him here.
He still held his hair away from his face, Xie Lian helping slightly with his hold around the back of his neck, keeping him in place as his drives started to get messier, more desperate than concentrated but he made sure not to ever miss hitting that spot, wanting to be as concise as possible.
He slicked Hua Cheng’s length with the excess fluids that were left at the slit, thumbing it and spreading it around as much skin as possible and relished in the way Hua Cheng let out a string of pleas and mindless murmurs of his name, almost unintelligible. He worked him along with his motions, moving his cupped hand down Hua Cheng’s length when he himself huddled inside Hua Cheng, lingering at his prostate while he ran his fingers over the head of his member for added pleasure.
“Gege, please. I can’t- please spill inside hah, ah~ inside. Your Highness…mmh-”
And then he was spilling into Xie Lian’s awaiting palm, his body going lax, boneless in Xie Lian arms as he let out a heavy sigh, still coming off his high as he let out the last of his rather long orgasm. And Xie Lian called out the name of the one person that he could no longer survive without, impossibly stimulated with the way Hua Cheng reacted to him and how his walls clutched the life out of his length, the head of it ever-sensitive as his vision blurred until he saw only white blankness.
He uselessly moaned Hua Cheng’s name, called him his beloved, his San Lang until he came down, back to earth, back to his home, back to his love. He fell freely onto the back of Hua Cheng’s body that was already relaxed and waiting to cushion his fall, his body positioned in such a way that his bones were not protruding.
Of course he had, Hua Cheng always thought concerningly far ahead when it came to Xie Lian’s safety and comfort, be it something big or something as little as this.
Xie Lian smiled liberally as he cuddled into Hua Cheng, not minding that their skin slipped over the other, the smell of sweat and sex in the air doing nothing to deter their contentment. Xie Lian’s breath was heavy against Hua Cheng’s shoulder, and he mindlessly bit down, tasting the salty skin as he welcomed Hua Cheng’s beautiful, shy laugh to ring through his ears.
Even though Hua Cheng was face down, he brought both his hands to Xie Lian’s waist, holding his body a little high above as he moved, twisting his elegant torso and his legs followed until he was lying on his back with Xie Lian still on top. First off, Xie Lian was in shock with his strength after such an intense orgasm, then he was surprised with his technique and how in the world he pulled that little stunt off without breaking their joint hips and somehow not hurting Xie Lian either. Which brought him to his third dilemma; he was still buried inside of Hua Cheng.
His cheeks went impossibly warm and he scrambled on top of Hua Cheng who registered exactly what got him so flustered. He laughed again and smiled lovingly up at Xie Lian while his long hands inconspicuously snaked their way around Xie Lian’s ass and held him there with notable strength. And then he squeezed, kneading the flesh into his palms as he diligently took in Xie Lian’s abashed yet berating expression.
Hua Cheng only shook his head, indicating that he didn’t want Xie Lian to move, not wanting to separate just yet. Hua Cheng left one of his hands to indulge one of Xie Lian’s cheeks while the other came up to brush away Xie Lian’s hair from his face, his smile honey-sweet and Xie Lian melted into his body, heart filling, once again, with so much love that he felt helpless on how to let it out before he positively combusted.
Hua Cheng moved his neck upwards as he mouthed over the strong line along Xie Lian’s neck, tongue leaving streaks of wetness along skin that had been abused in the most pleasant way possible. Hua Cheng moved to the middle of his neck and Xie Lian let his head drop slightly so that Hua Cheng no longer had to strain his neck to do whatever he wanted to. He gasped when Hua Cheng slowly but surely took a small nip with his teeth into Xie Lian’s bobbing Adam’s apple.
“San Lang.”
“Hm?”
“I should move.”
Xie Lian quite literally felt the furrowing of his San Lang’s eyebrows against his hyper-sensitive skin.
“No.” Hua Cheng retaliated, too busy indulging to form his usual eloquent and witty sentences. Xie Lian smiled, knowing how greedy and stubborn Hua Cheng got when it came to after care and how much he loved to cradle him and coddle him until he’d give in and join the act. He loved that Hua Cheng got fussy sometimes, liked that Hua Cheng allowed himself to enjoy things he likes with Xie Lian because Xie Lian was always more than willing to provide.
“San Lang is being stubborn.” He said despite himself, a small smile still stretched across his lips as he ran his fingers through Hua Cheng’s soft locks.
“His Highness did me so well, allow me to be fussy just this once.” He spoke, lips sliding softly along Xie Lian’s skin as he spoke.
Xie Lian acted appalled.
“San Lang! Language!” He whisper-shouted in mock dismay.
Hua Cheng quite literally giggled mischievously into his clavicle, where he had slowly moved down to.
“Would his highness prefer if I said that this one was fucked too well and is now wanting of affection?” This time Xie Lian actually gasped and then snickered quietly when he felt the coldness of teeth on his warmed skin, imagining the menacing grin that Hua Cheng must be wearing.
Xie Lian moved his free hands, bracing himself with his elbows as he took ahold of Hua Cheng’s head and moved him upwards so that he could make eye contact. He was greeted with the same image he had cooked up in his head and it made him smile as his thumbs traced the outline of a pretty cupid's bow and a pouty bottom lip. Then he ran the back of his fingers along Hua Cheng’s jawline, feeling out the pronounced sharpness of it. He then properly held Hua Cheng’s face, his thumbs cradling where his ears started while the rest of it buried leisurely into the back of Hua Cheng’s neck and his scalp.
“...Looks like we would have to postpone our dinner,” he mumbled, so close to Hua Cheng that his lips dragged against warmed skin with every word, the sated smile in his speech yet to fade as his words flowed out with some rasp.
The skin near Hua Cheng’s chin stretched under Xie Lian’s lips as he smiled and his elegant fingers teetered over the length of Xie Lian’s spine in some sort of weak response.
He smiled a hooded smile at the way Hua Cheng’s blissed out eye closed into that of a crescent shape with the force of how genuine a smile that currently rested on his face.
He looked so very happy being here with Xie Lian, and for the umpteenth time in the duration of their relationship, Xie Lian’s entire being brimmed with elation. To ever fathom that he would be here one day, experiencing the kind of happiness he was feeling now, wrapped comfortably within the body of the man he loved so much it weighed down on his heart, was out of his wildest imaginations. He now knew that he would endure all that torment over again, if it meant that Hua Cheng would be standing there at the end of the road, gleaming eye filled with affection, hand outstretched in invitation and a scarlet umbrella to shield them both.
Hua Cheng had been worth it, is worth it and forever will be worth it.
He bent forward, eyes taking in his husband’s handsome face, loving the wispy lashes and the straight nose, angular jaw and cheekbones. He pecked the edge of Hua Cheng’s eye where his skin had crinkled together before he moved downward his face. He nudged his nose into the side of Hua Cheng’s, feeling Hua Cheng hold his hips like it was something that was anchoring him.
And then.
He covered Hua Cheng’s lips, erasing the stupid grin off of his face, kissing him good and quiet into submission.