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Dim light illuminated the room, just bright enough for Fu Shen to make out the features of the man lying beside him. Fu Shen’s gaze trailed down from Yan Xiaohan’s closed lashes to his straight nose, before coming to rest on the pale lips that had his throat going dry. A smile curved his lips as he propped his head on his hand, continuing to look shamelessly. With such a beauty beside him, why should he not look? Yan Xiaohan was his to take in however he pleased.
“Like what you see, Marqius?” Yan Xiaohan’s slow, deep voice interrupted Fu Shen’s thoughts, dark eyes flickering open to watch Fu Shen with a magnetic smile.
“I do,” Fu Shen hummed, swinging his leg over in one swift moment to pull himself on top of Yan Xiaohan, straddling him. He took Yan Xiaohan’s face in his hands, thumb swiping across Yan Xiaohan's chin before coming to rest on his lips. “What a beautiful wife I have.”
Fu Shen couldn't resist leaning down and capturing Yan Xiaohan’s lips in his own, slow and languid as if he had all the time in the world. He could feel Yan Xiaohan's growing interest beneath him and smirked against the other's lips before lightly grinding back. Yan Xiaohan's hands came to rest on Fu Shen's hips, just enough to stop his movements. His own gaze was heavy, meeting Fu Shen's teasing with an unconcealed desire. It was like a beast that had been temporarily trapped and momentarily had Fu Shen's breath hitching.
He pressed down on Yan Xiaohan's shoulders before he could get a chance to move.
To Fu Shen's surprise Yan Xiaohan complied, hands gently kneeding Fu Shen's waist. One slid down his barely clothed leg, trailing heat down the skin it touched. Fu Shen shivered, biting his lip to hold back a soft groan as Yan Xiaohan moved to caress the surprisingly sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Fu Shen's fingers curled in the loose robes underneath them, forcing his body not to tremble as it began to heat up. There was no denying his attraction to the man, not as his mind stilled and his body began to react. Yan Xiaohan kept stroking up and down Fu Shen's legs, squeezing the skin at his hips, while holding his gaze with a smirk.
Fu Shen could get lost in those eyes, the warm depths beginning to surge with lust. It took all of his high willpower to not collapse boneless into Yan Xiaohan's arms, back straight as he glared down at his husband. His lips twitched up as he tilted his hips back, using his limited movement to press against the hardness behind him.
"I know," Yan Xiaohan chuckled eventually, voice low and magnetic as it rung around Fu Shen's ears. His hands paused their torturous stroking. "But I think my wife is much better looking. Don't you agree, Jingyuan?"
Yan Xiaohan's leg hooked around Fu Shen, his hands rising to his shoulders. Fu Shen found the world spinning around him as he was flipped onto his face, breath knocked out of him when his back hit the bed. This fucker!
"Yan Meng'gui, you let me up," Fu Shen hissed, face flushed as Yan Xiaohan pressed down on him. Did his husband have to go against the flow everytime? Was he not content with just sitting there and taking it? "Get off right now."
Fu Shen knew that neither of them were, that this teasing power struggle only made it more exciting for them both. He wasn't magnanimous enough to just give in or show anything but annoyance now that their positions had been reversed.
"I don't think I will, my dearest Jingyuan," Yan Xiaohan drawled, leaning forward until his hot breath caressed Fu Shen's face. He grabbed Fu Shen's pushing hands in his own and held them above Fu Shen's head, trapping him entirely. "You look much too attractive like this."
Fu Shen glared at him, the effect dampened as Yan Xiaohan captured his lips again. The light touch quickly deepened, Yan Xiaohan's tongue swiping against Fu Shen's bottom lip before pressing in. Fu Shen met his passion with ferocity, pushing up against him. The intense kiss had heat searing through his body, travelling down to where their lower bodies pressed together. His moan was muffled by Yan Xiaohan's mouth, Fu Shen biting down on his lip in reaction to Yan Xiaohan grinding against him.
Yan Xiaohan pulled back, tongue flickering out to lick the trickle of blood away. His eyelashes lowered and his heavy, heated gaze had Fu Shen shivered.
Who asked his husband to be so handsome?
Fu Shen quickly felt his normally strong self control bleeding away, losing himself to his wants under Yan Xiaohan's burning gaze.
A groan escaped Fu Shen's lips as Yan Xiaohan lowered his head to kiss down his neck. His lips burnt fire across his quivering skin, sucking harsh marks and biting into the sensitive skin. Fu Shen felt heat surging through him as Yan Xiaohan bit into his shoulder, before continuing his way down Fu Shen's chest.
Yan Xiaohan let go of his wrists to caress his waist, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking it until it turned red. Fu Shen bit down on the groans, finally free hands tangling in Yan Xiaohan's hair and tugging. He couldn't deal with this level of teasing, cock already achingly hard where their bodies pressed together.
"Meng'gui," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Stop teasing."
“Weren’t you the one that started it, Jingyuan?” Yan Xiaohan scraped his teeth across Fu Shen’s chest, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. His lips trailed across to the other nippled, tongue flicking out to circle it. Fu Shen bit his lip till it bled, curses bubbling on the tip of his tongue. It was unfair how good Yan Xiaohan was at this, how easily he could make Fu Shen any control he had. “I’ll stop if you ask nicely.”
“What bullcrap,” Fu Shen hissed, hands tightening in Yan Xiaohan’s hair and tugging till he was sure it hurt. “Be good, and this Marquis will treat you well.”
Yan Xiaohan laughed at his bluffing, vibrations travelling down Fu Shen’s abdomen and shooting straight to his crotch. He tried to ignore the constant throbbing need brought about by Yan Xiaohan’s ministrations. “I’m afraid you’ve asked the wrong man to be good.”
Fu Shen glared down at him with red rimmed eyes, not bothering to hold back the curses directed at the wolf that crouched between his legs. Why had he let him flip them over? He had been perfectly in control before. He should have known Yan Xiaohan would take the little bit of freedom he was given, and make it into so much more.
“Jingyuan,” Yan Xiaohan rumbled, hand sliding down one of Fu Shen’s legs and pushing it up. He turned his head to press his mouth against the scarred skin, delicately pressing kisses until he reached the inner thigh. So close to where Fu Shen wanted him to be, tauntingly so. “What do you want, hm?”
“I want you to deal with it,” Fu Shen growled, weakly indicating to his painfully hard cock and pressing his hips up towards Yan Xiaohan. “Or don’t, and scram.”
Yan Xiaohan leaned over to tap a finger to Fu Shen’s lips with his free hand, pressing their chests together and rubbing his erection against Fu Shen’s. “You don’t really sound like you want my help, Jingyuan. Try again.”
“Oh, you want me to butter you up and- Meng’gui!” Fu Shen grit his teeth as Yan Xiaohan’s teasing hand caressed further down, fingers lightly stroking against Fu Shen’s hard cock and sending sparks shuddering through his body. “You!”
“Me?” Yan Xiaohan blinked innocently, as if his eyes weren’t filled with desire and he wasn’t gently running fingers up and down Fu Shen’s length. Each touch increased the intense fire in Fu Shen’s veins, addling his mind with a constant building pressure. The frustration of the light touches was more than when he hadn’t been touched at all. “What is it, Jingyuan?”
“A-han,” Fu Shen choked out, pitifully glaring at the smiling face above him. The warm smile couldn’t hide the predatory gaze that was raking up and down his skin, causing Fu Shen’s body to tingle.
“Jingyuan.”
Fu Shen clenched his jaw as Yan Xiaohan’s hand curled around his cock, lightly pumping and kissing back down Fu Shen’s body as he did so. Soon Yan Xiaohan was between his legs again, pressing wet kisses to his inner thighs and languidly stroking him. It was too much when combined with the heated look Yan Xiaohan was giving him.
“Gege, please-”
Yan Xiaohan’s gaze darkened before he chuckled, looking all too proud of himself. “So good. Don’t worry, Gege will take care of you.”
The curses he’d about to utter at his own broken control were caught in Fu Shen’s throat as a wet heat enclosed the tip of his cock, tongue flickering over the head and sending pleasure shuddering through him. He didn’t get a chance to recover before Yan Xiaohan swallowed him whole, taking all of his length into his mouth in one quick motion.
A strangled groan escaped Fu Shen’s lips and he arched back, body twitching as his hips automatically bucked up. Yan Xiaohan held them down firmly, never once breaking eye contact as he began to slowly move up and down Fu Shen’s length. The occasional scrapes of his teeth brought a pain that pulled Fu Shen out of the pleasure enough to glare at him tearfully, only to be replaced with low moans as Yan Xiaohan’s talented tongue dragged along his cock.
Fu Shen’s toes curled, pleasure building and building in the pit of his stomach. After all the teasing it was too much, Yan Xiaohan skillfully sucking him until Fu Shen couldn’t control the constant moans that escaped his mouth.
“Ah, Gege, please,” Fu Shen gasped out, not quite sure what he was asking for.
Yan Xiaohan’s eyes narrowed, lips forming a smile around Fu Shen’s length before taking him to the base again. Yan Xiaohan didn’t give him a break, pressing Fu Shen down and relentlessly taking him into his mouth again and again.
“A-han,” Fu Shen groaned, tangling his hands in Yan Xiaohan in an attempt to ground himself in the pleasure seizing his body. He was almost there, he could feel it building up as his pleasure began to peak. “Gege, hngh, so close… Fuck-”
Yan Xiaohan pulled back, sucking on the tip of Fu Shen’s cock as if trying to draw it out of him. Fu Shen’s eyes fluttered closed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into him, mind focused on the constant heat that Yan Xiaohan’s mouth brought him.
“Jingyuan,” Yan Xiaohan’s low tones broke his addled thoughts, voice hoarse and unfairly hot for it. His lips curved into a smirk, and his words dropped even lower. “Wife.”
Fu Shen wasn’t given a chance to be embarrassed about that term being used in this situation, to fight back against Yan Xiaohan, before his cock was taken into that talented mouth again. With a new fervour Yan Xiaohan licked up and down his length, moving up and down only a few times before intense waves of pleasure crashed over Fu Shen. Loud moans were ripped from his throat as he came, hands tightening in Yan Xiaohan’s hair before he collapsed boneless against the bed.
It had been too good, pleasure still trembling through Fu Shen’s body as Yan Xiaohan swallowed down each last drop. Fu Shen’s eyes fluttered closed and he gently floated, sense slowly returning to him.
Through the haze of post orgasm bliss Fu Shen felt Yan Xiaohan carefully move him, pushing Fu Shen's legs closed and pressing his hard length up against them. Fu Shen realised what Yan Xiaohan planned to do, thoughts collecting as he tried to voice his displeasure. Yan Xiaohan's attempt at self control was impressive... But entirely unnecessary.
"Inside," Fu Shen mumbled out, barely audible as his mouth struggled with the words. Yan Xiaohan froze, questioning gaze swimming above Fu Shen. Fu Shen's lips curved upwards into a coquettish smile as all his inhibitions fled, mind too addled with pleasure to care. "Come inside, gege."
Yan Xiaohan let out a low curse, pulling Fu Shen's legs apart and surging forward to kiss him. His tongue quickly pressed inside of Fu Shen’s mouth, tangling together and deepening the kiss. It was filled with a barely restrained heat. They both were panting when they parted.
"You will be the death of me, Jingyuan," Yan Xiaohan groaned. "I won't be able to hold back."
"So little self control?" Fu Shen taunted as if his voice wasn't hoarse from all the moans he held back, face flushed with want even as his senses returned to him. “You were so set on not doing it just moments ago.”
“And you were so obedient, quietly calling me gege,” Yan Xiaohan teased, recently slickened fingers running down the curve of Fu Shen’s ass before tapping against his entrance. “Don’t you want me inside, Jingyuan?”
“You’re insufferable,” Fu Shen huffed, even as he pressed against the fingers circling his hole, heat washing through his body again. Seeing Yan Xiaohan’s dark, waiting gaze he conceded without much fight. It was difficult to keep resisting when he was still captured by the haze of his pleasure, and with the promise of much more to come. “Yes, I want you inside… Gege. Please, Gege, won’t you give it to me?”
It was his turn to tease now, words sickly sweet and coquettish. Revenge came in the way Yan Xiaohan’s expression darkened further and coated with want. He didn’t hold back anymore, pressing the first finger inside Fu Shen without hesitation. Fu Shen bit his lip as Yan Xiaohan circled inside of him, not giving him much time before a second finger was pushed in as well.
There wasn’t any pain to it, not when they’d done it so recently, but it didn’t stop the discomfort that spread in Fu Shen’s lower body. He grunted, loosely wrapping his legs around Yan Xiaohan and stretching out to kiss his chin. Yan Xiaohan lowered his head to catch Fu Shen’s lips. The kiss was messy and uncontrolled, both of their attention diverted by the fingers Yan Xiaohan was scissoring inside of Fu Shen.
The discomfort disappeared as Yan Xiaohan pressed inside of him, brushing up against the spot that had Fu Shen seeing sparks. As soon as he found it he continued to hit it, coaxing panted moans from Fu Shen’s lips and bringing his cock back to half hardness. Fu Shen bit down on Yan Xiaohan’s mouth reflexively as a third finger was pressed in, wrapping his arms around Yan Xiaohan’s neck to keep his balance.
Their lips pulled apart and Fu Shen found himself staring into Yan Xiaohan’s alluring gaze, hazed with a heavy want that had him shuddering.
“I’m ready,” he panted, caressing the back of Yan Xiaohan’s neck before lowering himself back to the bed.
“Are you sure, Jingyuan?”
Fu Shen fixed him with a weak glare. “Yes, Gege, I’m sure.”
“If my wife says so,” Yan Xiaohan hummed, fingers slipping out of Fu Shen and running across his thighs. “I can never deny you.”
Something harder and thicker pressed against Fu Shen’s entrance, before slowly pushing inside. Yan Xiaohan’s brow furrowed with barely there control. Fu Shen bit down on the whimpers that threatened to escape at the discomfort as he was filled, legs wrapping tighter around Yan Xiaohan and urging him on until he was seated to the hilt.
They were both panting, lips only inches apart. Fu Shen’s eyes were unfocused as he adjusted, discomfort quickly becoming impatience. He curled his hands at the back of Yan Xiaohan’s neck, tugging on his hair to soundlessly get him to keep going.
“Does it feel good, Jingyuan?” Yan Xiaohan mumbled, head tilting forward to kiss Fu Shen’s cheek.
“Would feel better if you moved.”
“My wife is so impatient.”
“My wife is so disobedient.”
Yan Xiaohan’s lips hooked up, and he pressed them against Fu Shen’s again. At the same time he started moving, slow rocking of his hips quickly increasing in tempo. He pressed Fu Shen’s legs further towards his body, gently pressing them back until he heard Fu Shen’s unconstrained moan.
It was impossible for Fu Shen to hide it when Yan Xiaohan hit the right spot. He arched up and pushed his hips up to meet Yan Xiaohan’s. Their kiss turned sloppy as pleasure shot through him, Yan Xiaohan’s pace increasing now that he had the right angle. Fu Shen quickly lost himself to the feeling of Yan Xiaohan’s thick length constantly pressing inside of him. His body was burning up, pleasuring crashing through him in constant waves each time Yan Xiaohan thrust inside of him.
“You feel so good, Jingyuan,” Yan Xiaohan grunted, forehead pressing against Fu Shen’s. “So tight.”
“Shut up,” Fu Shen hissed, dark flush spreading from his cheeks to his chest at Yan Xiaohan’s shameless words. “You- fuck- don’t talk.”
“How can I, hngh, not?” Yan Xiaohan didn’t let up, even as his voice got more strained with each hard thrust into Fu Shen. “I want my wife to know how good he is for me, so-”
“Gege, please, be quiet,” Fu Shen groaned. Before Yan Xiaohan could say anymore Fu Shen kissed him, slotting their mouths together to capture both of their moans. Yan Xiaohan’s grip on Fu Shen’s thighs tightened at his words, pace increasing until he was slamming into Fu Shen.
Fu Shen couldn’t keep kissing Yan Xiaohan as his actions got frantic, thrusting harder and harder into Fu Shen. Pleasure crashed over him, his body seizing up as he felt himself getting painfully hard. Yan Xiaohan didn’t let up, their hot breath mingling.
“Gege,” Fu Shen groaned, hands sliding around to hold Yan Xiaohan’s cheeks. “Gege, I can’t hold on.”
“Don’t,” Yan Xiaohan grit his teeth, hips slamming into Fu Shen’s. “Fuck, I’m close, Jingyuan.”
With a moan Fu Shen thrust his hips up to meet Yan Xiaohan’s, one hand dropping to curl around his own cock and messily jerk it off. He was so close as well, body tightening up as white hot pleasure seized him.
“A-Han, A-han- Gege.”
“Jingyuan, Jingyuan.”
Their heavy moans filled the room, Yan Xiaohan slamming into Fu Shen and shooting heat inside of him. Fu Shen followed immediately afterwards, coming across both of their stomachs. Yan Xiaohan collapsed on top of him, arms wrapping around Fu Shen and quickly rolling over.
Fu Shen was still riding the high of his second orgasm, mind fuzzy and breathing heavy. He didn’t fuss as Yan Xiaohan held him to his chest and stroked his hair, just nuzzling in closer. After a few moments Yan Xiaohan finally pulled out, shifting Fu Shen in his arms. Fu Shen finally stirred, tilting his head to look at Yan Xiaohan with a half-lidded gaze.
“Tired?” Yan Xiaohan murmured, dropping a kiss to Fu Shen’s forehead.
“Mm,” Fu Shen weakly waved a hand, pushing Yan Xiaohan’s face away from him. “Be quiet.”
“Call me Gege again and I’ll consider it.”
Fu Shen glared at him, flicking Yan Xiaohan’s forehead. If he wasn’t so exhausted he would have kicked him right off the bed. See if he could keep that smug smile then. Instead he just let out a huff, squirming in Yan Xiaohan’s arms. “Then won’t my wife take me to bathe?”
Yan Xiaohan chuckled, arms slipping under Fu Shen’s legs and pulling him into a bridal carry. He happily pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Gladly.”