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If you could define the fragrance of expensiveness, you would automatically think about this place.
Gambler's Den was the rising star amongst the most popular casinos in China. To be quite honest, the star was already shining on the sky, eating the darkness away, devouring every little sparkle around. But the rising never stopped and nothing indicated that the fall will arise soon. The casino ranked on all hit lists in the first place, with time gathering a lot of speculation around itself. The built-in fame-collecting monster was a big part of another star, the Ghost City hotel.
Their heavy walls contained numerous rooms, their hallways like an endless puzzle with only a couple of people knowing all the corners and all the shortcuts. The precious gem of hard work stands proudly with the walls painted red and black accents catching the eyes of all view seekers. For a simple passerby, it was impossible to think how much it would, first of all, cost to even raise a monument like this one.
With top-tier reviews over the time of the hotel's existence, the building was like growing up with every star added to the name. New rooms, better looks, more and more attractions. One of the biggest renovations was the opening of the Gambler's Den. Some even say that it was like witnessing the hell's gate opening right in front of them and the Devil was a big fan of red velvet on walls and quilted seats.
But how could you be surprised if you knew who the owner was?
Hua Cheng, The Crimson Rain Sought Flower, as the nickname goes by, was a name well known at this point. The power held in this name could be easily described as a brand, a name that sends shivers down the spine of every local hotel owner and businessman. The nightmare of any entrepreneur.
He was the rightful owner of the hotel and everything held in it. Feared and adored by many, tangling the love with hate. There's little known about his past, only some parts of it scattered around the world, some said by a random stranger on the street probably, mixed with the original, true story. The point is; even if Hua Cheng was known by people around not only the locals but even the world when it would come to the question "who is he?", everybody would scratch their heads.
There was a simple rule; the right people know, the rest don't need to.
Power held by the hotel was quick to attract people wanting to taste the flavour of money kept in the walls. Various suggestions came and went through the office from people with fresh, ready plans of new attractions to pin to the hotel. And also pin their pockets to it. The thing is, that they would always be left with nothing but a pair of shaking legs, escaping the office while hugging their cases close to themselves. If you would peek into the room they just left, you would understand what really scared them away.
Hua Cheng wasn't a foolish man. He wasn't interested in making any kind of business with random strangers, leaving them with that weird, uncanny spark in his dark eye. The aura around him just wasn't… easy to handle. Stepping to his office was like putting your arm inside the alligator's jaw.
Any renovation was always in his name. So it was a phenomenal surprise when another opening happened.
A grand part of the hotel was the new bar, The Black Waters, presumably under the control of Hua Cheng's friend — He Xuan, also known as Black Water Submerging Boats. “Presumably” because no one outside the industry was sure of their relationship. It was speculated for them to be friends because was there a chance that Hua Cheng would let anybody else into his business?
He Xuan already made his name, by being known as the best chef but also the head of the biggest restaurants in the country. Having contracts with Hua Cheng was one, but two — He Xuan just randomly going from restaurants to just a bar in a hotel was rather… unexpected? Or maybe you shouldn't call it “just a bar in a hotel”.
Either way, the bar obviously met with astonishingly good reviews. Their strongest and most popular drink, Supreme Ghost, could kill a man on the spot, which is the reason why it was so popular.
Going back to the casino, it was one of those evenings when the most appreciated guests would gather. The moon was living in a beautiful pale crescent shape on the dark sky, little stars twinkling around it while the true star of the show was on the Earth. Black cars started to park close to the entrance of the hotel.
The main room soon filled with excited voices. Customers welcomed by employees in demon masks and black suits soon ordered their seats around big, luxurious tables; shining glasses with red wine taken by their hands.
Some people wouldn't have any problem in showing their face in places like this - on the other hand, showing in Gambler’s Den would indicate some big kind of privilege - but if you ever feel unsure about your identity, there is no reason to keep your fears. Gambler’s Den had the possibility in their menu to borrow a special mask, similar to that worn by employees, a demon-face shape.
“Long time no see!” A familiar voice of a man echoed through the walls, a woman dressed in a long white dress with green decorations and rather a modest hairstyle, her face hidden behind one of the famous masks, slowly turned to the side where the voice came from. Instantly, she sighed.
“Good evening to General Pei too.” Said Yushi Huang, her hand delicately spinning the wine glass in her fingers. “I would never think to see you here.” She added sarcastically.
Pei Ming let out a burst of loud laughter, quickly finding himself a seat by the table where The Lord Rain Master was relaxing (until somebody joined her). His long hair was decorated with two little braids on both sides, the totality gathered in a high ponytail. His eye was still adorned with a purple tattoo on the side, coming to his temple.
“You know how it is – work, work and once again, work… Ah, it’s so hard to find even a second of free time!” The man said, his left arm already propped up by the back of the expensive chair, with a velvety red piece for the comfort of the back.
“Mmm…” Yushi Huang hummed, her brow twitched under the mask, but she had no intention of taking it off. It’s not like she was scared of her identity being revealed – more of just how she liked the state of being more anonymous. Different from Pei Ming, showing here and there with his whole glory. “So you call this a free weekend?”
“This and visiting my good, old friends, of course!”
“The Crimson Rain Sought Flower and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?”
Pei Ming tsk-ed. “You’re still busying yourself with the full titles? I thought we all grew out of it.”
“But you, General Pei, still like being called General Ming Guang, no?” There was a visible snicker in her voice.
Pei Ming gently tapped his fingers on the table while looking at the white demon mask with greenish and gold parts with a small sparkle in his purple eyes: “Only as a treat, Yushi Huang.”
A loud yell bounced off the walls, somebody won their battle in billiard just a bit further. It didn’t surprise anybody, sounds of both extreme happiness and fierce sorrow were a pretty common thing in places like casinos. So that’s why this sound didn’t startle Pei Ming or Yushi Huang when their looks pierced through each other's heads.
It broke only when somebody placed another wine glass on the table in front of Pei Ming. His expression changed in a second, an elegant and seductive smile decorated his handsome face, eyes suddenly gentle as he looked at the person with an empty silver plate.
“Thank you, sweetie,” he said and set his eyes on the other person, immediately like eating them alive – his hand catching the luminous glass.
The said sweetie had their shapely body neatly embraced by a black, material similar to leather, short suit cut above their curvy hips. Hands up to biceps covered in smooth gloves, showing a glimpse of well-built shoulders and flat yet strong chest – the skin gleaming in soft lights, red and pinkish shadows mixing with the sunkissed hue of the appearance. Long fingers were holding the plate on the tips like it weighed absolutely nothing. Lengthy, dark strands were peacefully falling from a big bun on the top of their head, collected by a red ribbon.
Their eyes were almost radiating like somebody melted pure gold into them and mixed it with the shine of the rising sun. Despite the mask on their face, everybody could tell that the treasure hidden behind it belonged to true beauty. One almost not deserving to witness them. The mask was also one of a kind – pure white with goldish paint over the eyes and coming with lines on the cheeks, to the mouth. Small dots on the corners on the lips resembled a smile, more of a devilish one – which was not surprising, considering it was still a mask paralleling a demon face. The outstanding feature was gold horns growing from the forehead, making them look more unique among others.
“No problem, General Pei,” said the familiar voice behind the demon mask. “Have a good evening, Lord Rain Master.” They turned their heads to her and Yushi Huang gave a small nod, not surprised at all.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
Pei Ming almost choked on the wine, eyes near to pop out the sockets. Yushi Huang just casually moved her mask a bit up to take a small sip of the red wine.
“His Highness” with a delicate walk started moving away from the table and Pei Ming, still processing, followed him with his eyes. The slender yet strong legs were almost flowing in the air, despite the red high heels. Pei Ming felt too scared to move his gaze higher, even at the back of this person.
“You gotta be kidding me,” he said to Yushi Huang who just chuckled, adjusting her mask.
“I’m visiting my 《old, good friends》 a bit more often. His Highness likes to surprise his husband.” She explained, saying it without any trouble, just like talking about the weather. “You should feel rather lucky, General, that there are not any Wraith Butterflies monitoring us.”
Pei Ming took another, bigger, sip of his wine. Not admitting to the fact, he quickly looked around to see if there actually weren’t any.
To move to the more in-depth rooms of the casino, you would need to, first of all, go around the crowded space that was the main salon of the place. Long red sofas were circling big tables – glasses with drinks set on poker cards, red dice rolling for one of two occasions if somebody would toss them just for fun. Loud waves of laughter and small talks were almost echoing with music being played live from a nearby stage. The singer casually leans on his microphone, now murmuring delicately to the soft sound of instruments. It for sure was more lively.
The beauty in the white mask moved around people without any stutter. His legs gracefully avoid stumbling on others, gold eyes focused on the world in front of him.
With every step, he was closer and closer to moving into the corridors, leading him to one place that he was most familiar with. On his way, he left the silver plate on a pile of others, his arms now clasped behind his back, the sound of his heels hitting the floor more and more left alone in the silence when he finally escaped the crowded space. For some reason, he felt his heart rising.
Nobody could see that but under the mask a bright smile.
His person floating by the corridors with unspeakable grace and tranquillity; looking like a divine spirit haunting the crimson, dark halls.
Truth be told, there was only one person that could move like this while heading to Hua Cheng’s office.
The door at the end of the corridor wasn’t left just like that without any security, there wasn’t any person standing outside, but Xie Lian knew where to look to meet a camera, directed perfectly at his silhouette. He slightly moved his mask to the side to let the other person know who he was (even though he was pretty sure this person was aware of it). After that, he knocked at the door thrice.
Hua Cheng’s casino office was associated with pure fear at this point. Mainly because of so many people running from there with sweat on their foreheads and shaking hands. Every person that was kind of familiar with this place also knew that if the boss was walking out of his office to the main building, things were getting a lot heavier. Not everybody, but there were a couple of daredevils only waiting for the moment of Hua-chengzhu's arrival.
Hua Cheng wasn’t abstinent from gambling. He liked playing a round or two sometimes when coming to his visitors, kind of always looking for the chance to feel the thrill of challenging someone. Or being challenged. He was excited because he knew that he would always win – his mystifying luck terrifying everyone, even the whales. It was a big occasion to play with the chengzhu himself, but it was everything or nothing. In most cases ending up with nothing on your side.
Right now, his head was hanging down, brows furrowed, eye focused on the stack of paper he had in front of him. His long dark hair was tied up in a loose braid, a bit dishevelled fringe, from constantly messing it up with his hand, covering the side of his face where a black eyepatch hides his other eye. He sighed loudly and with a bored expression, he flipped one paper to look at another. His free hand played with a small, red, glassy dice, rolling it between his long, slim fingers with black nails and between the knuckles.
As soon as he heard the knocking, he looked up at the door. Not expecting anything, in particular, he answered: “Come in.”
The voice sent shivers down Xie Lian’s spine, yet he still confidently opened the door.
His husband wasn’t paying attention as to who or what entered his office. Nobody would be dangerous to him and he wasn’t actually expecting his partner to show off today – making anybody else just not important. Xie Lian without saying anything and without removing his mask closed the door behind him, and after taking a quick look at Hua Cheng, went to the side of the room.
He started pouring a glass of wine but with the silence between them, Hua Cheng grew a little bit curious. He only looked to the side, without even moving his head, but it was then when a non-existing breath hooked up in his lungs. The hand with the dice stopped, his pupil dilated.
“Gege?” He saw this back and hair so many times, that it was enough for him to know who else was with him in this room. Xie Lian only casually turned to him, with a glass in his gloved hand.
Xie Lian was smiling under the mask, Hua Cheng looked completely stunned. He shamelessly wandered on every part of his body, a familiar flash went through his eye like lightning. Only when the glass tapped the desk did his mind seem to clear just a tiny bit.
Which was absolutely amusing for Xie Lian.
With time passing, Xie Lian understood and really took it to his heart, just how much power he had over Hua Cheng with just his appearance; it wasn’t anything injurious, Xie Lian simply started to adore the way his husband would lose himself by just a simple, little, “trivial” glance. That’s how he liked to play it out.
His fingers traced the mask, untying it behind and finally revealing his face; and Hua Cheng looked like he saw him for the first time, which made Xie Lian smile even brighter.
His cheeks were softly pink, mostly because of staying in the mask for quite some time.
Xie Lian moved directly on Hua Cheng’s lap, embracing his husband’s face in his hand and placing a sweet kiss on his mouth – Hua Cheng still only adoring him, wordlessly.
“Hello, San Lang,” said Xie Lian with a honeyed voice, his thumbs caressing the cold skin of his lover. “I really missed you today, I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
“No— you… Never, absolutely, gege…” Hua Cheng stuttered out, his hands instinctively holding the beautiful, tiny waist of his lover, brows slightly furrowing. “Just that… gege walked dressed like that among others?” His usual dark voice suddenly became deeper.
Xie Lian’s cheeks heated up more. This is going in the right direction, he thought but never said out loud. His eyes wandered down for a second when a shy laugh escaped his mouth.
“I just wanted to visit you unnoticed…” His hands now going to cup Hua Cheng’s face under his jaw, apologetic eyes came back to his lover.
Lie. Or, just half-true. In contrast to his husband, Xie Lian was loved, not feared (but still adored, just in a different way) to the core of the more unusual residents, or simply put, by ghosts. They would gather around him and attack him with questions and applause and even though Xie Lian would never push them away, it was… laborious to get past them.
So, his idea of dressing up to avoid being spotted was, in a way, not stupid.
But he could just wear a mask.
Xie Lian knew that this excuse was not enough when he saw his husband's brow arching. With a tiny, little spark of a smile forming on his lips.
To avoid being questioned again, Xie Lian delicately got up on his knees to arch his back and press his chest closer to Hua Cheng. “Is it wrong for this husband to want to make a nice surprise for his beloved…?” He said, their faces closer to each other, Hua Cheng feeling his breath on his lips.
With the slight change of their position, his hands travelled downwards, now fingers hooking up on his lower back. The border between the feeling of the leather suit and tracing his husband’s ass dressed in dark fishnet stockings becoming smaller and smaller.
He opened his mouth to answer when Xie Lian continued: “Can I hear that I look pretty from my San Lang…?”
If it could happen, all the Hua Cheng’s blood would hit downwards.
“Gege—”
“Please, San Lang, ah…” He locked his eyes with him, his own voice smaller and meeker, almost only a whisper that was reserved only for Hua Cheng. “Do you like how I look?”
The large office was now suffocating and the chair was too small to hold them both like that forever.
Hua Cheng made the first move, chasing after his husband’s lips and closing them in a kiss that instantly made Xie Lian sigh and arches his brows. The latter’s tongue pried Xie Lian’s mouth open, deepening the kiss, hands holding him tighter.
The kiss felt like finally calming down your thirst with water. The first touch was paralysing, but the more they felt themselves, the harder it was to stop. Centuries and countless years could pass, but the taste of the other’s lips was just as intoxicating as always.
Hua Cheng bit down on Xie Lian’s lower lip with more strength than usual, making the latter whine and opening his eyes a little. He looked directly into the dark, gray eye now observing him with something exciting, but making Xie Lian shiver at the same time.
“Will words be enough?” The taller one said, voice deep, almost dangerous.
Xie Lian’s breath quickened. He licked his lower lip, his heart beating harder when he felt the metallic flavour. He only shook his head, his fingers fixating on Hua Cheng’s neck.
“Then show this lowly one how to demonstrate it.” Hua Cheng murmured huskily right into his ear, making Xie Lian quiver.
He felt his knees shake, so close to giving up when Xie Lian stood up. He gently shoved the documents on his husband’s desk, that he was so eagerly reading, aside, to make a space for himself. He jumped on the heavy, made of a dark wood desk, already spreading his legs for Hua Cheng to get close to him. And his dear husband followed him in a second.
Hua Cheng’s tongue was cold. Although, his husband would never complain about it. The moment when the latter’s mouth touched Xie Lian’s hot skin on his neck, he whimpered at the sensation. It was like touching yourself with an ice cube, so stimulating.
It wasn’t long until Xie Lian felt the goosebumps all over him, his hands clutching at Hua Cheng’s arms when kisses and lazily-like laps turned into sucking his skin for sure to leave a purple mark. It wasn’t once, or twice, but a whole line of a tongue and teeth compilation violating his neck from both sides.
A sweet moan escaped Xie Lian’s lips, his legs embracing his husband's slim waist, wanting to feel him closer, even closer.
“If you want to, ah–!” he stuttered, his thighs tensing up under the sudden bite on his collarbone. “G-go lower… you need to unzip the suit…”
Hua Cheng hummed in agreement, but his hands did not take a turn to Xie Lian’s back. Instead, they insisted on holding his hips, now even tugging at them closer to himself.
Xie Lian yelped.
“I don’t want to remove it so soon,” Hua Cheng clicked his tongue. “I want to appreciate gege before taking him whole.”
His fingers would move on his thighs, the tips going under the delicate stockings.
Hua Cheng started sinking on his knees with every kiss he shared with the lower part of his husband’s body. Moving away from the ravished neck and shoulders, pecking the visible part of his chest, now kissing it through the bodysuit.
Xie Lian moved his hands, now with easier access to Hua Cheng’s hair he gently tugged at the dark strands, his fingers drowning in them. His breath became shaky when Hua Cheng came down to his abdomen, the wet way of kisses visible on the leather material.
It was even more dangerous when he could hide Hua Cheng’s head between his thighs.
The fabric of the bodysuit for sure wasn’t sheer. But it still was letting through more than a normal pair of pants would do, making it irresistible when Hua Cheng breathed next to his crotch.
He felt the strong hand envelop his length, gently thumb-rubs following the sensation. Xie Lian moaned and spread his legs more, his hips softly jumped. He felt the most sensitive part of his body hardening, the bodysuit suddenly becoming annoyingly uncomfortable.
Hua Cheng circled with his thumb over the bulge in his costume, the corners of his lips turning up. He peeked at his husband’s face – his cheeks now beautifully red, composing with the line of bruised marks on his sun-kissed skin.
One hand close to his mouth, trembling. Eyes staring at him with small sparkles drowned in the loving amber colour, making Hua Cheng sure that he was doing his part all correct.
And then, with the utmost care and caution, he took the bulge lightly between his teeth.
It felt like lightning going down Xie Lian’s spine, his voice cracking up when he wanted to say something.
“S-San Lang, ah…!”
Oh, this shouldn’t make him feel this way.
The electricity going through his body couldn’t stop here – not when he felt the sharp teeth biting down on his hip, making Xie Lian squirm in his seat. Hua Cheng only giggled.
“Gege came at the right time – I haven’t eaten my lunch yet.” The strong hands again held him by his waist, pulling him and making Xie Lian collapse on the desk with a louder squeak. “Can I have it now, gege?”
His tongue now licking him down from his crotch to the thighs, nose nuzzling against the soft, warm skin. Xie Lian took a deep breath, body burning up. “I think… you need to unwrap your… meal first…” he breathed out.
“But the packaging is so pretty, showing the sweetest spots,” and another sharp bite landed on his inner thigh, the latter gasping at the roughness.
“Not… not all of them.”
Hua Cheng’s eye twinkled, a large grin forming on his lips. He licked his own lower lip thinking about the spots that he was about to discover and to cherish the taste of his lover. He felt his husband’s hips jolting with excitement, the heart beating like a drum every time he closed his jaw around him – his sweet, sweet noises making themselves a home in Hua Cheng’s mind.
“If you really wish to move on… You can always say the word, gege, and I will obey all your commands.”
Xie Lian’s mind went blank for a second. His breath hitched.
“Wuming.” He said.
And like with a snap of his fingers, Hua Cheng dropped to his knees, his face down, hands rested on his thighs. Xie Lian slowly got up and looked at his husband – waiting for his commands, just like he said.
There was lacking air with every second in this goddamn room.
Xie Lian raised his leg and placed the heel of his boot on Hua Cheng’s shoulder. Slowly, slowly piercing him with it. Hua Cheng held a small whimper in his throat.
“Look at me.” And he picked up his head.
It felt illegal.
Xie Lian’s eyes wandered down and held down the smile that wanted to appear when he saw how tight Hua Cheng’s pants became around his waist. It must have been really hard to bear.
“Stand up and undress me.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The smaller one quickly stood up on the desk on his knees, wanting to be at the same level as Hua Cheng, maybe a little bit more. They would always change their perspective when their little play started. Looking up made him feel smaller, softer, his body trembling with the pleasurable fear. Looking down made his skin crawl, his blood boiling, the feeling of dominance was waking up something in his heart that would stay asleep most of the time.
To possess, to have, to own. And it felt incredible to own his Wuming. His obedient husband, his lover, his good boy making everything to make him feel good. Getting all excited with every praise.
Xie Lian loved the rough side of his husband. The one that would command him to stay on all four and raise his hips, Xie Lian fluttering his lashes on him, begging for pleasure. His eyes rolling back in pleasure with the strong hand hitting the skin.
But he felt so good when it was his sweet, poor Wuming, begging him for a release, and begging to claim his absolute prize for being all cute and submissive. To show this side of the big, scary Hua-chengzhu. While all of the ghosts that served him were having a blast just a couple of rooms away.
And now, Xie Lian was an inch taller than Hua Cheng, staring in his visible eye, when the latter’s hand wandered to his back to find the zipper of the bodysuit. Xie Lian wanted to resist but…
Their lips connected in a passionate kiss. Xie Lian’s lower lip was still a bit sore after the first bite, the metallic taste landing now on Hua Cheng’s tongue, surely and very quickly getting addicted to it.
“Undressing your god” echoed so loud in the taller one's mind. No matter how many times, it was always such an important part for him – to cherish, to worship this divine body. His own body trembled when the bodysuit started to uncover more and more, the kiss deepened at the same time. When he became too much in a rush, Xie Lian whispered against his lips: “Slower.”
Hua Cheng swallowed the taste with a stutter. The kiss broke completely.
Xie Lian put his hands on his thighs when he helped the bodysuit fall, revealing him. And then, Hua Cheng trembled again, the tightness in his pants becoming unbearable. He really had nothing under this suit.
Only the delicate fabric of the stockings separated him from Xie Lian’s most private space. He wasn’t even hiding his glare, his throat suddenly feeling dry.
Xie Lian smiled gently. The bodysuit landed on the floor in a few seconds, now his hands combing his husband’s hair, making him stare at his face again, mesmerised.
“Tell me, Wuming,” he started with such a peaceful voice, the name rolling off his tongue in a way that made Hua Cheng’s knees dangerously shake. “Tell me, do you love me? Use words.”
“I do, Your Highness,” Hua Cheng answered without hesitation. “I love Your Highness so much.” The meek moves of his fingers now tracing softly his skin, from the bottom to his back. “This lowly one loves everything about his beloved.”
His eye closed and he melted into the touch when Xie Lian cupped his cheek.
“Good boy.” And he chased his lips to meet him in a kiss again. Wuming returned the passion.
“Now,” Xie Lian broke the connection again and lay down, raising his arms above his head, his body fully on display. “Continue the undressing.”
“Yes, Your Highness.” He couldn’t show it, but his whole person was shaking. The yet steady hands moved to the edge of the fishnet stockings, taking it, lightly, slowly. He took them off piece by piece like any single, unwanted move would hurt Xie Lian. His husband sighed in relief when the stockings passed his hips. He shivered a bit when nothing held his length anymore, feeling slight coldness.
“Wuming, ah… Hurry up, I’m cold…” Xie Lian lamented, his brows lightly knitted. “With this speed, I’ll start missing you and then I’ll be sad… You don’t want me to be sad, don’t you?”
Hua Cheng felt twitching in his pants. With this warning, the stockings left his husband’s legs immediately, together with the pair of red high-heels.
Xie Lian took a deep breath, drowning in pleasure, when his husband started kissing his right leg, a single hand caressing the other. Only Hua Cheng could make him feel that way, only his lips could bring him so much delight – only he could ever touch him like that. Only under his tender or firm touch he would bend like this, sounds escaping his mouth like he was made of strings – Hua Cheng knowing how to pull them to send Xie Lian on the edge.
His husband had an incredible amount of talent.
He suddenly gasped, when something embraced the part of his body that only and ever Hua Cheng could touch. The tender fingers caressed him, his legs parting, even more, the heat concentrating in two places – Xie Lian’s face and the part of him that was gingerly kissed on the tip by Hua Cheng.
Soon, the cold tongue touched the tip of him, making Xie Lian moan sweetly, his brows knitted harder, his hands touching his own chest. He felt how his heart hitched when the tongue started going down, down, down.
Hua Cheng licked the member with the utmost care, first making it all the way down to the base and coming back up, tasting the leaking precome in his mouth. He took half of it in one go, wanting to tease his lover a little bit. The sound of gentle sucking bounced off the walls with Xie Lian’s precious noises. His lips were shaped in a pretty o-shape, eyes opening to look at the ceiling of the office and then closing with another bend of his back.
Hua Cheng moved his head slowly, taking his own pleasure in tasting his beloved. His free hands embraced the firm thighs, squeezing them and massaging, helping them to part even more, to this point, that Xie Lian was practically doing a split.
“Wuming…” Xie Lian whimpered at another harder suck at the tip, curling his toes. “Faster, Wuming– ah–!” He suddenly closed his legs around Hua Cheng’s head, when he started taking him wholly a lot quicker just when he heard the first syllable.
When he focused on the tip, he joined one of his hands on holding the base, squeezing it and doing little thumb-rubs almost directly on one of the veins. His mouth closed, tongue passionately fondling it, looking like he had a lot of fun doing it – and he for sure had – the reward; hearing Xie Lian’s voice breaking, his legs trembling, indicating that he was close.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” he cried, his fingers squeezing the dark hair, catching them like holding a line to save his life. “Yes, Wuming, just like tha—!”
The last time when the ice-cold, wet tongue made its way from the bottom to the top was the moment when Xie Lian saw stars. His eyes opened wide, the loud moan stuck in his throat, whole body twitching.
To hell with the ascension, it was way better.
“Your Highness…” said Hua Cheng after a short while, his voice raspy, way more than usual, tired from giving head.
Xie Lian was still coming down from his high, mind partially clouded. His heart was giving him the loudest concert in his own ears, but when he heard Hua Cheng, he instantly got up lightly: “Huh, what– Oh my.”
If he could be redder, he definitely just made a new shade of crimson on his cheeks. Hua Cheng… missed the moment to cover him with his mouth, ending up with Xie Lian’s white on his face. His lips with the mix of the release and saliva, cheek, even extremely close to his eye, small droplets on his long eyelashes.
“I did it wrong…” he said, actually sad, and Xie Lian just looked at him in amusement but also dumbfounded. He blinked a couple of times before he came back to the Earth.
“Oh, look at that…” Xie Lian fixed his posture and gently held his lover's cheek. His eyes were still unfocused, a bit of a broken smile appeared on his lips, lower lip holding back the shaking from the post-orgasmic high. “My boy got a little bit dirty.”
Hua Cheng’s eye glanced at him with almost disbelieving, little sparkle making his way back into the blown wide pupil. “Your Highness, I’m incredibly sorry…” His voice was still hoarse, deeper, to the point where Xie Lian couldn’t really hide the small shivers coming down his spine. Yet, he gave his husband the prettiest smile.
“There’s no point, you’re fine,” he reassured him, but when he saw that Hua Cheng gently took his wrist, he knitted his brows in curiosity. “I can’t be mad at my boy when he’s making me feel so good– What are you doing?”
The latter helped him scoop the cum off his face with his husband’s fingers, then, right before taking them in his mouth to lick the release off, he said: “Helping.”
“Oh.”
And after a small break, he added, quieter: “You are… indeed helping.”
He watched how Hua Cheng’s tongue was lapping around his dirty fingers, the one eye looking at him.
“It’s not the end, right?” Xie Lian said and looked down at his husband's waist. The painful bulge still here, small wet spot on his black pants was easy to spot, too. “After all… my good boy deserves a reward.”
He gathered the rest of the white off his face and licked his fingers himself. Hua Cheng gulped.
“Right, San Lang?”
One thunder struck him down.
“Show yourself to your husband… Take care of me, okay? For sure you’re still hungry, right?
He winked at him, clean fingers coming out of his mouth, hanging delicately on his red, puffy lower lip.
The second strike was tougher to handle.
The tie around his neck loosed in a second, but before he could throw it on the floor, Xie Lian took it for himself with a smirk.
“Saving for later.”
Hua Cheng just nodded, his eye fixated on the naked body of his husband, lying comfortably on his desk still full of documents, shining in the low light. The bun on his head dishevelled a long time ago, dark hair spread out under him, eyes still dreamy from the orgasm. Looking absolutely divine.
And with every second he wanted to claim this divine silhouette as his. In every way possible.
Xie Lian let out a dreamy sigh and a faint, satisfied smile appeared on his face when the black jacket together with a shirt, fell to the ground.
He played seductively with the tie, wrapping it around his fingers. Eyes focused on his husband’s broad shoulders and ripped torso, the abs already shining gently from the sweat. Xie Lian bit his lip; wondering what would all the people that claimed him as unbelievably unlucky, say now. In moments like this, he would never call himself unfortunate.
His eyes clouded ever more when staring at his husband, now undressing. His skin was unnaturally pale – bit by the tooth of time white canvas, blue-grey shades on his knuckles, under his eyes, on his lips. His body strong, muscles delicately flexing under his every move, beautiful and dangerous and only his.
The black hair, tied previously into a nice long and loose braid, is now more dishevelled – long, sweetly curled locks flowing on his shoulders, covering more of the one side of his face, where the eyepatch stayed. Hypnotizing.
The sound of the unbuckled belt reminded Xie Lian to come down to Earth, and when he did, he stopped him by only raising his hand. The other man immediately looked at him, his own hands unmoving.
“I want to take care of this part,” he said, smiling innocently. The excitement rose in his tone. “Now, I want you here.”
And when one of his hands stroked the naked thigh, parting his legs to make more space for the bigger body, Hua Cheng felt the soul exiting his body. Letting out of everything else, he found his place close to his sweetheart, one free hand pushing all the documents and other unimportant items, together with the wine glass, on the floor.
The glass shattered, a moan coming out of Xie Lian’s lips when Hua Cheng kissed him thoroughly. Their bodies pressed together, polar opposites, the warm skin squeezed to the cold chest – the beating of the alive heart almost getting through to the other. His smaller frame felt so secured around the strong arms, now holding him from both sides, fingers tracing the hips, the thighs, coming up and down, drinking in his sounds, eating his well-built body by a single touch.
“Bad dog…” Xie Lian whispered through the kiss with the corners of his lips curled up. “Making such a mess…”
“Your Highness needs more space…” Hua Cheng whispered back to him, one of his knees already on the desk, more and more pressure on Xie Lian’s figure.
His hands guided him to change the position, lying him on the desk, himself hovering above his husband. Their kiss broke for only a second, for brief whispers to be exchanged, their tongues quickly finding each other again. Xie Lian giggled sweetly, feeling how excited Hua Cheng was, almost if desperate, to finally feel the warmth he was so addicted to. Of course, it was mutual; Xie Lian’s hands wandered through the other’s back, still feeling little rough lines close and on his shoulder blades, left there by his own nails. LIttle, private reminders of their last lovemaking – little, silent praises for Hua Cheng he cherished so much.
Still there – yet, they would be open again, soon.
The blood under his nails, his blood on Hua Cheng’s tongue.
His heart beat harder when Hua Cheng is dragging his hands down, the skin held tight, soon his calves hooked on the hips. The taller one desired closeness, lowering his hips, their crotches meeting halfway before Hua Cheng stops. The material of his jeans is rough, and Xie Lian’s skin is sensitive.
Instead of going with his desires, he rises a bit, breaking the kiss completely: “Your Highness.”
“Open me up,” his breath hitched on his own words. The moment of them being the closest they can get is near, the temperature is rising.
Is like Hua Cheng placed a couple of silver butterflies inside his stomach with the kiss and them growing in him, the heat showing on his cheeks, his shoulders, his knees. Every little part of him bathed in a pretty red and pink hue.
From a drawer, Hua Cheng takes one small bottle. The liquid inside is transparent, smooth and perfectly thick. Xie Lian smiles in his soul – thinking what the reaction would be if somebody found it. There’s just something so thrilling about being caught in the act, the fact that anybody, at any moment, would knock on the door, or just would be standing close enough to hear Xie Lian’s panting, Hua Cheng whispering.
It’s embarrassing and Xie Lian would still blush hard on imaginations like that daily but in the heat of the moment, his hazy mind finds that arousing.
Xie Lian curled his legs to his chest, one hand delicately hovering above his lips having yet no plan to actually hold his sounds down in his throat. Hua Cheng’s office was perfectly far away – and he also knows just how much Hua Cheng loves keeping everything this private and this intimate only for him.
He sighed when the thick liquid started to cover the long, elegant fingers of his husband. They travelled down his hips, Hua Cheng’s free hand supported his thigh.
A sweet groan escaped Xie Lian’s mouth at the first finger – his body still softer after another day. His husband always took great care of preparing him, slow movements dived deep into him, sending the first shiver through his body – small hiss squeezing through the teeth.
One was the easiest, the second came after a couple of water checking thrusts, and Xie Lian’s brows knitted. Hua Cheng’s body leaned closer to him, the strong chest hovering perfectly just a couple of millimetres above his.
“Your Highness is so perfect,” he whispered to the latter’s ear that could easily detect the suppressed desperation in his tone. The body trembling, yet keeping the working hand steady, always putting his pleasure in second place. “Taking me… so well.”
Xie Lian moaned when the words mixed with the rougher thrust of his fingers, feeling the third lurking around, the thumb pressing the soft, pink skin nearby. “Behave,” he said, peeking at him with one eye and bending his spine at the pressure of the third digit.
But Hua Cheng didn’t really feel like shutting his mouth, a smirk forming from his corners. “But I miss my Prince so much… I miss how Your Highness eyes are rolling back when I’m treating you with my—”
“Wuming–!” Xie Lian hissed again, the embarrassing pleasure of his words pinching his nerves.
“Punish me, Your Highness,” and he pressed the sweetest spot. “Show this lowly one where’s his place.” The lips brushed against his ear – Xie Lian muffled his own moans.
He shot him a glance, but Hua Cheng only smiled more. “So? Is Your Highness willing?”
And when he lifted his hand, the fingers leaving him all alone, Xie Lian used all of his sudden power and changed their position, Hua Cheng gasping at this hurried move.
Now, it was his back hitting the desk, his hips strangled by the weight of his husband, strong thighs caging him from both sides. Xie Lian’s breaths were heavy, his eyes piercing but clouded with desire and want. The flowing light coming from the window reflected on his shimmering with sweat skin, looking like shattered diamonds sprinkled all over him. It could be Hua Cheng’s imagination, but he could swear on the undead that he saw a halo above his head.
“If you’re so greedy with those hands of yours,” the voice, even though rich with shakiness, was firm and making Hua Cheng shiver with anticipation, “I think it’s time to cut this off.”
He grabbed both of his wrists and took the tie he previously stole from his husband. The material bonded him tight – there wasn’t any (in Hua Cheng's words, reassuring Xie Lian that he can be hard) blood to cut off, sure to leave a bruise.
“No touching, do you understand?” He said and made sure the tie is strong enough to not break, even though it would be pretty easy for his husband to get away.
“Perfectly.” Hua Cheng grinned and raised his arms behind his head, maybe just a little intentionally flexing his muscles.
Xie Lian couldn’t possibly miss that, his eyes immediately focusing on his body. He kept the smile forcing itself on his mouth and started taking Hua Cheng’s pants down with the underwear. The latter sighed in relief when nothing was clutching his lower parts.
“You’re impatient today.” Xie Lian noticed and laughed.
“This lowly one blames Your Highness for teasing me so much.” His voice turned into a pleasurable purr when the hand of his beloved took his length and stroked lazily. “Showing up in my office— ah… Looking like this…”
“Like what?” He asked and again, caged his husband’s hips between his thighs. His hand directed the tip of his member close to his entrance. So close. “Use your words. Like San Lang would do.”
Hua Cheng bit his lip, trying to part his legs a bit more, yet he could only curl his toes at the warm skin close to his body.
“Your Highness thought about it all day?” He opened his eye to look swiftly at the body, making himself so comfortable. “Your Highness was so eager to tease his poor husband and lure him into sin while working? Couldn’t wait until he was free?”
Xie Lian placed one hand on his husband’s chest to steady himself, while he was slowly putting his hips down, letting the hard and waiting excited member slide into him. He moaned, his voice high. Eyebrows knitted so beautifully at the sensation of becoming full. He couldn't hide it – Xie Lian’s mind was too occupied with his husband today to wait until the casino closed. Besides, it wasn’t the first time.
“Hah— you…” Xie Lian tried to say anything but the words stuck in his throat, replacing them with another wonderful whine. “Would you really make me wait… so long…?”
Hua Cheng groaned. His eye shut tight, muscles tensing up from the sudden warmth embracing the most private part of his. Unintentionally, his arms twitched in the impulse to grab Xie Lian’s thighs and guide them. The tie could break, but the fun has just begun and he wanted to be held down a little bit longer. He liked the state he was in now.
“Hard to tell… Maybe if Your Highness would ask nicely.” Hua Cheng looked at him with eyes filled with pure lust, even licked his lower lip before grinning at the view just before him. Xie Lian’s abdomen flexed, showing beautiful lines of muscles, his face covered in deep red, eyes shining in the corners with small droplets.
“I think you’re talking too much,” his hips suddenly moved hard, filling himself to the brim, making Hua Cheng and himself moan loudly.
The smaller one put his knees up, for the latter to see everything that was happening between their bodies, his hands leaning on the desk, slightly bending his back. He moved again, slowly, quickly regretting his previous impulse and letting out another sweet sound.
The desire bloomed in his stomach like a fresh flower. His mouth fell open in a silent moan when Hua Cheng’s hips took some pressure and moved up when he was falling, and with this pressing his sweet spot just a bit. Saliva gathered in the corners of his lips, his movements sped up. “Ah—, San Lang, ah…” Xie Lian said despite being breathless, looking for the sensation once again.
“I’m listening, Your, hah, Your Highness…” Hua Cheng answered immediately, gently rocking his hips. “Are you looking for something?”
The words made Xie Lian mewl. Hua Cheng was so perfect inside him, reaching up to every corner of his walls where Xie Lian needed him. He tried to sit, even more, parting his legs wild, just to feel the warmth in the spot that was now so, so impatient. “Once again, please, ah— I need…!” He cried, his one hand landing on Hua Cheng’s side and piercing the skin with his nails.
The latter smiled and arched his back at both the sensitivity of how Xie Lian played on his body and the delicious pain from the scratch. He groaned, his fists clenched tightly, the material of the tie sinking in his wrists. He could show his husband all the stars right now, but he only delicately moved his hips up, teasing the loving insides of his sweetheart.
“I’m not the one ordering, Your Highness.”
Xie Lian quickly got used to the feeling of Hua Cheng inside him to the point where he could speed up again, scratching the pale skin. His voice spread around the room, almost sinking into the walls of the office that already knew him so well.
It was supposed to be the punishment but it looked like he was the one being punished.
The saliva soon started to trace down his chin, when he rode him fast and hard, making small shifts to find the true pleasure in their connection. Hua Cheng couldn’t hide how it also worked on him, his body reacted to every move, soon the lust showing on his expressions, when his eyebrows arched in a sudden wave of warmth. Yet he kept his eye open, just unable to miss any time when Xie Lian bit his lip so hard or when his lids slightly opened to see the eyes rolling back.
Xie Lian’s mind was already too deep in the hot mist of passion. He grabbed Hua Cheng’s arm and brought the tied up wrists to him to let them out. “San Lang, take me.” He said in a breathy moan and locked his gaze with his husband who understood straight away.
The way Hua Cheng changed their position was so smooth and quick, Xie Lian almost couldn't catch up when he was again lying on the desk with his legs wrapped around the neck of his husband. The thrust was merciless, making his pupils blow wild and mouth open in a silent scream.
They both felt lightheaded; their bodies pressed together, their gazes locked into each other, both mouths open in pleasure. Xie Lian’s hands embraced Hua Cheng’s head and took him down to kiss the pale lips, to remind himself of the cold sweetness. He tilted their heads to deepen the kiss, Hua Cheng letting a short groan into his mouth when he made the first, more peaceful, move.
Xie Lian's fingers fixated on his husband’s hair, clenching at the black locks to somehow release the fire that started to burn inside him even more. Hua Cheng held him close to himself so lovingly, now showing how really he missed the closeness. It was so gentle – the strong arms keeping him all safe, trying to share the non-existing warmth when he was the one in fact taking it all. But Xie Lian didn't care, he was all willing to give him everything.
He was the first to break the kiss when his head rolled back and his voice peaked higher with rougher thrust.
“San Lang, ah…” he said and smiled through his moans, “You— You feel so incredible…”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng's voice was now deep and raspy, every word right into his neck. “You said that I was the one impatient. I see something else, you know?”
He gently nosed his throat and when his hips moved harder, he gave him a sweet lick under his jaw. “Is gege impatient for his San Lang? Can't he wait for his San Lang to fuck him hard?”
The nails digging into his skin will for sure leave a mark. But he loved it – he loved how he possessed and how he was possessing. The body of his beloved drowning in almost endless pleasure, his chest burning from inside out. He exposed his neck, the beautiful skin only waiting to be decorated with bruises left with passion. And so, Hua Cheng’s lips tasted the sweetness, kissing and soon sucking the skin until he felt how Xie Lian clenched around him from the slight pain.
The first bloody lines drawn on his back felt like a thunderstruck, making Hua Cheng's higher voice mix with the sound of his husband stepping on another stair of bliss. And soon there was another, and another, and another.
Feeling how his heart raced with every merciless thrust, his head felt almost empty – only the view of his husband above him, his face painted with delight, burned into his mind.
Xie Lian smiled.
“San Lang is doing so good…” he moaned right into his ear. The sweetest high, the most delicious breaking breath when he couldn't keep up with Hua Cheng’s pace. “I feel so good, San Lang, ah…!”
Hua Cheng groaned, the teeth biting the skin. His hands were squeezing the body like he was about to burst. Xie Lian felt that. He knew his husband’s sweet spots just like him inside of Xie Lian.
He whimpered, tightly shutting his eyes before he continued, “You're always so good to me, so skilled. You're– oh! My beautiful husband, my beloved, my, my—...”
Hua Cheng raised his head to look into Xie Lian's eyes when he took his face into his shaking hands and with the most lovable look and a honeyed voice said,
“My good, sweet boy…”
If it was possible, the fire that would break out of Hua Cheng at that moment would take everything around them, only keeping the lovers embraced so tightly in their arms.
He let out a loud moan, his eye closed, his brows knitted. He bit his lip and with the power left in his body, Hua Cheng grabbed Xie Lian's hips and raised them a bit and pushed like his life depended on it.
Xie Lian screamed; the tears left his eyes, making him look like a mess. Cheeks couldn't be any redder, his lips pink and the lower one swollen from all of the bites, hair dishevelled and neck covered in deep blue and purple stains.
He was the most beautiful.
His body started shaking uncontrollably after Hua Cheng launched directly into his prostate violently. The lightness that covered his body made him see stars; becoming limp under his husband, the large and strong hands keeping him in one piece at last.
Lewd and wet sounds of bodies giving and taking the delight raised with Xie Lian’s moans and whines, saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. Burning in his muscles and numbness in his hips started to draw a sweat out of him.
Yet, he couldn't stop talking, even if it sounded like nonsense.
His throat started to feel dry when he muttered, “Ah– ah, San Lang…! What… what would others say if they, ah, knew–!” His hands grabbed the two sides of the desk as it would soon collapse. “How their powerful Hua-chengzhu is treating… his poor, little husband…”
“Does this husband really mind?” Hua Cheng interrupted him and the gaze Xie Lian felt on him, made his body twitch. Hua Cheng was panting, so concentrated on his pleasure that he even forgot he didn't need to breathe. The faint plum shade that appeared across his cheeks made his dark eye stand out, the look in it dangerous.
Xie Lian felt so small under him.
“I never mind that… I love when my— my pretty San Lang is making love with me…”
“Gege…”, Hua Cheng groaned, again melting when Xie Lian embraced his cheeks with such love.
He really used such words now.
“I love you so much, San Lang, ah,” he whispered against his lips, voice becoming weaker and hoarse, legs tightly holding on Hua Cheng’s waist.
“I love you too, gege… I love you so goddamn much,” and he gave him space to catch a breath after another loud moan escaping his mouth when his own hips snapped.
The heat was unbearable. Hua Cheng took every whimper and moan from his husband when he kissed him deeply. They both felt that the end was coming – from how Xie Lian tensed up around Hua Cheng's arousal and from how his own thrusting became erratic. Both chasing the moment of maximum bliss.
“San Lang, San Lang,” Xie Lian cried into their messy kiss, unable to decide if he wanted to taste his husband's tongue or clench his teeth. “San Lang, sweetheart– ah, 'm close, 'm so close…! In—”
“Inside, please,” Hua Cheng stole those words from him and Xie Lian nodded vigorously before hiding his face in the crook of his shoulder and closing his eyes.
The next couple of hard thrusts finally made Xie Lian bend his back suddenly and curl his toes, as the gathered fire had spread through his whole body, coming between their bodies. He clutched the dark locks in his hands, as a breaking moan filled the room.
Hua Cheng quickly joined him in the pleasure, his hips stuttering at the last thrusts when he was riding his orgasm inside of his beloved. His own whine was silenced by Xie Lian's neck in which he hid. The moment when he really felt his body becoming warm.
They stayed in their tight embrace, shaking and panting, trying to calm all of their senses. Xie Lian's heart was beating so fast that Hua Cheng almost mistook it as his.
He slowly raised his upper body and kissed Xie Lian’s temple and when he felt like it was not enough, he went to kiss his nose, cheek and delicately peck the red lips.
Xie Lian smiled, ignoring the exhaustion and how his legs were too numb to even keep on Hua Cheng’s hips, falling.
In the sudden, yet comforting silence everything slowed down, but the room seemed to sink, like there was nothing but them, only their bodies intertwined, floating on bliss left by a wave of delight.
Hua Cheng moved carefully, scared to hurt the dear body of his husband when he whined quietly, unhappy.
“Don't leave me yet…” he asked innocently, his teary eyes looking at Hua Cheng and he could only smile apologetically in answer.
“Gege back doesn't hurt? Don't you need to change the position?” He whispered concerned, peppering little kisses across his whole face. “It's not as comfortable as in our home.”
“It's not that bad… I just want you close.” Xie Lian closed his eyes again and let himself drown in the loving touches. His heart slowing but growing with adoration.
“I'm always close to gege.”
“You— you know how close…”
Hua Cheng chuckled and kissed his lips one more time – the kiss sweet as sugar left on Xie Lian.
“Gege,” he tried again, after a while.
“Yes?”
“We need to clean you up, you know?”
“Yeah…”
“And you don't have any clothes here, besides the costume.”
Xie Lian sighed, “I know…”
The latter lifted himself again and with true tenderness in his eye, he looked at the tired face of his husband.
“You can just roll the dice, gege. I'll make a warm bath for you and prepare something delicious to eat, hm?” Despite Xie Lian's objections, he gently slipped out and got up to get his red shirt, lying somewhere on the ground.
Xie Lian blushed and crossed his legs when he suddenly felt too empty, white oozing from his body. “S–San Lang…”
“Ah,” he sighed when looked at the desk. “I guess cleaning up should come first. Gege, may I help?”
He looked at him, his mind still a bit hazy so he didn't grasp the hidden motive behind Hua Cheng’s words. But when he saw the smirk forming in the corner of his lips and a familiar spark in the eye, he blushed fiercely.
“Nononono, I– I don't think I can take more… And I'm sure that you have my,” he coughed and looked away, “clothes, here, somewhere.”
Hua Cheng laughed sweetly and gently kissed his husband's cheek. “You got me, gege.” Said, and covered his arms with his shirt.
It was truly wonderful to see his sweetheart suddenly becoming so shy when the place where he stuck his heel earlier in Hua Cheng's shoulder still tingled.
Hua Cheng really had found some of Xie Lian's clothes in his office – hidden there for any special occasion, just like this one. He moved with him to his private bathroom, took great care of his body, not stopping with small kisses all over and muttering sweet-nothings above his skin.
After briefly tidying up the office, Hua Cheng handed the dice to Xie Lian. There was some “but you need to come back later” whispered into his ear when they came back to their manor. There were gentle kisses stolen from one another when they reached their bedroom.
There was a bath, a dinner prepared by Hua Cheng this time, with hot tea and Xie Lian's favourite fruits and sweets after. Xie Lian got his back massaged, the oil with the flowery fragrance filling the whole room, relaxing for both his muscles and mind. There was another kiss, another whisper, another “are you feeling okay” against his temple.
And then there was his home – the loving hug from his husband, keeping him so close to him. Stroking his back and still asked if everything was alright. Xie Lian smiled at these questions and asked him the same thing back. Quiet laughing building this shield around them, their little world.
At some point, Xie Lian fell asleep. Hua Cheng kissed his forehead and hummed some lullaby, in a way that would not disturb his husband.
“Unacceptable would it be,” he thought, “to leave you now, all alone.”
Gambler’s Den for sure can work for a while without him.