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“Husband,” Hua Cheng grinned. “My husband.”
Xie Lian kissed him. “Who would have thought the fearsome Crimson Rain would marry a simple scrap collector…”
“Gege is so much more than that.”
The wedding ceremony was small and quick. They married on Mount Taicang at dusk and everything was absolutely perfect. (Also Xie Lian had been quite surprised to discover that Hua Cheng had already possessed wedding robes specially made for them both.)
The couple were now laying together in bed the following morning, having just woken up. They had returned to paradise manor. Hua Cheng pulled Xie Lian close, hand resting on the small of his back, his thumb brushing the god’s soft skin.
Xie Lian placed his lips on his ear, not exactly kissing as much as just resting there. His warm breath tickled Hua Cheng, spreading goosebumps up and down his skin. He sighed at the feeling.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispered. “My husband.”
A tingling sensation ran through his body at the sound.
He closed his eye. “Yes, gege?”
Xie Lian stroked his hair. His voice took on a flirtatious tone. “I want to know what you fantasize about.”
He opened his eye, looking at his god. “What haven’t I imagined?”
“Something you’ve wanted for a long time then.”
He thought for a moment before replying. Since he was young he had (and attempted to repress) so many thoughts and feelings concerning Xie Lian. Simply being in his presence was his initial fantasy. That time spent as Wu Ming he had certainly had… urges. However, he never allowed himself to dwell on them. It wasn’t until long after he had become a calamity that he really allowed himself to dwell on any fantasies of any sort of physical intimacy with Xie Lian. And after the god’s third ascension, he let his mind run wild when they were apart.
After a long minute had passed, Hua Cheng finally thought of something he’d thought of for a long time. “I used to dream of giving myself as an offering to Your Highness—something to be used however you please.”
Xie Lian Suddenly turned bright red. He looked away, “San Lang, you are so…”
The god’s voice trailed off. Hua Cheng waited until his gaze was returned to him.
“San Lang really wants that?”
“Only if gege—“
Xie Lian placed his index finger on his lips before he could continue. “None of that now.”
“Gege, I meant—.”
“Is that really how you address your god?” Xie Lian interrupted once more, turning authoritative.
Hua Cheng’s eyes widened and his heart fluttered before automatically responding. “This one apologizes to Your Highness.”
Xie Lian couldn’t help blushing again. “Was that too much?”
Though Xie Lian asked that, a part of him knew that almost nothing in this context could be too far for the ghost king. Hua Cheng agreed to let him know if it was too much for him.
Xie Lian’s finger was still hovering over Hua Cheng’s lip, he took the opportunity to slide it into his mouth. Hua Cheng licked and sucked on it in earnest.
“What a handsome offering,” Xie Lian smirked.
The ghost king closed his eye, forced to endure compliments from Xie Lian. He turned his focus to the slender finger between his lips—treating it like an appetizer to a delicacy.
Xie Lian reclaimed his finger after a minute before pressing his lips against Hua Cheng’s neck. Gently, he pushed him onto his back until he was pinned underneath. Hua Cheng couldn’t help but whimper when teeth softly grazed his skin.
The god took his time with Hua Cheng. He bit and sucked and licked over every mark he left, giving equal attention to each one. He made his way down from just below Hua Cheng’s chin to the base of his neck.
“I think I’ll have to peel my offering before I can thoroughly enjoy him,” Xie Lian let up, sneaking a finger between Hua Cheng’s robes.
Goosebumps appeared up and down his spine. The belt was ditched and his robes were soon parted. Xie Lian resumed his previous task of marking up the ghost king. He started below his clavicle and painstakingly made his way to the pale rose buds on his chest, taking one into his mouth.
“Mm—gege!” Hua Cheng gasped, wrapping his arms around his god.
Xie Lian pulled back, moving Hua Cheng’s arms to his sides. “Be good and stay still.”
“But gege…”
“You’re quite chatty for an offering.” Xie Lian stroked Hua Cheng’s hair. “Relax, San Lang. Enjoy this with me.”
Hua Cheng willed himself to relax. If His Highness would enjoy it, then so could he. He sighed and closed his eye again.
Xie Lian placed his lips over the nipple again, gently sucking. When Hua Cheng’s arm instinctively twitched, Xie Lian placed his hands on Hua Cheng’s wrists, keeping him in place. He eventually pulled off with a pop! Then, he did the same to the other side. When both were red and hard, he blew on his chest.
Hua Cheng shivered at the sensation.
The god slid his hands downward, his short fingernails lightly scratching and tingling the surface. His hands soon made it to Hua Cheng’s waist, where he paused.
Hua Cheng was trembling, slightly. He felt so aroused and the wait was too long to bear. He whimpered when Xie Lian tucked a finger into the hem of his pants.
“Shh,” Xie Lian whispered. “My offering is doing so well.”
Though it needn’t beat at all, his heart was racing. He felt his mind growing fuzzy. His god referring to him as an offering was doing something intense to him.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Xie Lian’s finger ran back and forth, teasing.
Just as he was thinking he was going to lose it, his husband leaned down to kiss him, tongue pressing against his. As Hua Cheng was kissed, Xie Lian finally pulled off the ghost’s pants and tugged off his robe, tossing them to the side.
Xie Lian, still clothed, sat atop Hua Cheng, who gazed up at him like he was the world. Seeing Hua Cheng in this dazed and reverent state stirred something within Xie Lian. Being able to give Hua Cheng exactly what he desired excited him.
The god smiled at him.
Hua Cheng, heart lurching, reached for Xie Lian’s belt, tugging it loose. Xie Lian snatched up Hua Cheng’s wrists.
“Who said you could do that?” Xie Lian demanded, the smile completely wiped off his face.
Hua Cheng’s eye widened. “Your Highness, I—”
Xie Lian cut him off by sticking his index and middle finger into Hua Cheng’s mouth while his other hand held the ghost down.
“San Lang gave you to me as an offering,” Xie Lian began to really get into it, much to Hua Cheng’s delight. “Meaning you are mine . And you do what you're told.”
Hua Cheng could only nod and whimper in understanding.
Xie Lian took back his hands and picked up his fallen belt and got an idea. He tied together Hua Cheng’s wrists to keep them above his head.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng pouted. Who would have thought this was the feared calamity, Crimson Rain? He looked more like a puppy before Xie Lian.
Hua Cheng watched as Xie Lian scooted downward on the bed and placed his hand on his hips. Hua Cheng was suddenly acutely aware of how much more naked he was than his husband. Especially when Xie Lian shifted his attention to the ghost’s leaking member.
Xie Lian stroked his beloved’s thigh, and the ghost anticipated a touch to his groin at any moment. But instead of being touched, Hua Cheng watched as Xie Lian palmed his own erection through his clothes. He had never seen the god do something so lewd before.
“Your Highness!” Hua Cheng squirmed. “Allow me!”
“But then how will I keep this amazing view of you?”
“Put it in me,” Hua Cheng begged as Xie Lian rubbed himself.
“Oh, my San Lang,” Xie Lian shook his head. “It is much too early for that.”
Hua Cheng watched in agony as Xie Lian continued to feel himself up. He wanted to do something to satisfy his gege so badly. But Xie Lian was enjoying himself and enjoying the way Hua Cheng seemed to struggle with his predicament yet was so hard .
Finally, when Hua Cheng was caught off guard, Xie Lian let go of himself and took the ghost’s erection in his hand. Hua Cheng gasped. Then, Xie Lian began to move his hand up and down. Hua Cheng bucked his hips but Xie Lian held his other hand on Hua Cheng’s abdomen to keep him still. He worked slowly, and Hua Cheng began panting.
“Gege,” he whined.
“Hm?”
“I’m close…”
Rather than coaxing an orgasm out of him, Xie Lian stopped and pulled away.
Hua Cheng was confused and frowned. “Wha… gege!?”
“Your mouth looks lovely,” Xie Lian said, boldly, opening his robes.
If it were possible for Hua Cheng to be even more obsessed with his god—Xie Lian was doing it now. Xie Lian got off of Hua Cheng, who eagerly crawled to his knees—despite still having his hands bound.
He took the tip of Xie Lian’s hard length into his mouth, wetting it. His tongue swirled around and he slowly took it in further. Xie Lian groaned and gripped Hua Cheng’s black hair in his hands. Once he met the back of the ghost’s throat, Xie Lian pulled him close and thrusted. Hua Cheng moaned which spurred Xie Lian on.
When Hua Cheng tasted pre-cum, Xie Lian pulled him off. In mere moments, Xie Lian pushed him onto his back again, stripped himself, and spat into his hand before lifting one of Hua Cheng’s legs onto his shoulder. Hua Cheng’s pupil dilated and he thought he was about to lose his mind when Xie Lian inserted a finger into his tight rim.
“Just put it in, Your Highness,” Hua Cheng begged.
“Not yet,” Xie Lian said as he inserted another finger.
Hua Cheng tried to remain patient, but soon he was begging, unable to resist his husband in this state. He had never thought he could be so needy before.
“Gege…” he whined.
Xie Lian ignored him.
“Please!”
Another eternity passed.
“This one is ready for you!”
Tears filled his eye. “Gege I need it!”
Xie Lian looked him in the eye. “You need it?”
“Yes! Your Highness I need you,” he cried. “I need you more than anything!”
Eventually, Xie Lian cursed and lined himself up before entering him.
Hua Cheng clung to Xie Lian as he thrusted into him. It didn’t take much time for Hua Cheng to near climax again. When he told Xie Lian just as much, they came together and he saw stars.
Xie Lian collapsed onto Hua Cheng, and once he regained his senses, he untied his belt from Hua Cheng’s wrists.
“Sorry,” he said. “I meant to remove this sooner.”
“Gege could leave it on as long as he wants,” Hua Cheng panted.
Xie Lian smirked. “You’d never get away from me then.”
“As you wish.”
After a few minutes of laying in silence, Xie Lian drew a bath and carried Hua Cheng into the hot waters. He nestled into the god’s lap, arms around his neck. Xie Lian rubbed circles into his back and shoulders.
“It feels so nice to pamper my husband,” Xie Lian said.
Hua Cheng tucked his face into the crook of Xie Lian’s neck.
“San Lang? What is it?” Xie Lian frowned.
“Gege very nearly makes me feel as though this one is worthy of being pampered,” Hua Cheng swallowed, tempted to let tears fall again.
“San Lang is worth everything and more,” Xie Lian pulled back and lifted the ghost’s chin before planting a kiss on his soft lips. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much,” Hua Cheng nodded.
“I’d love to hear what other ideas San Lang has,” Xie Lian blushed.
“Most of them aren’t so tame...”
“Oh?” Xie Lian raised an eyebrow.
“Mhm,” Hua Cheng kissed his ear before whispering into it. “For example, I’d love to dress gege in expensive robes and gold and make him watch me fuck him.”
Xie Lian pushed the ghost off his lap and dunked him under the water. Hua Cheng rose back to the surface, laughing loudly. They giggled whilst splashing one another for a short time before Xie Lian tackled Hua Cheng in order to properly wash him.
It wasn’t apparent right away, but within a few days Xie Lian would realize his husband had suddenly returned to his full power—an abundance of spiritual energy was given to the god with every kiss they exchanged.
Art bonus by yours truly: Hua Cheng approaches Xie Lian when he wants attention (check out more art on my tumblr @pajamapanties)
