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"Only if you would have me, my lord," Xiao says, looking up at Morax, his yellow eyes gleaming in the night. Once afraid to gaze upon those above them, those eyes have finally learned that they do not belong on the floor.
"Xiao," Morax sighs. He observes him, searching for any sign that Xiao is unsure. Nervousness, undoubtedly, but not that resigned terror from before.
All those years ago, when Xiao offered himself to Morax for the first time, he was terrified. He had never felt a kind touch from another and expected nothing more from his new master. He had expected Morax to use him and his body as he wished; that is all he had known.
Morax had refused him that night, leaving himself to sleep alone in his chambers—alone in a bed much too large, alone in a bed that had once been for two. Despite how Morax longed, he would never stoop so low as to permit someone so unwilling—someone who does not even know how to consent to his bed. He would never, even though he longs and longs to have someone in his arms again. Morax did not sleep that night, beset by thoughts.
Oh, beautiful Lady Guizhong. The world did not deserve kindness such as hers. She was clever, with her trinkets and gadgets. Morax still remembers the scent of her hair, how it slid through his fingers, and the gentle touch of her fingertips as they grazed his darkened wrist. When Morax heard the news, the earth had never trembled so violently. Guizhong was no longer her sweet, gentle self; she had become violent and corroded. When Morax formed a stone spear in his hands, he did not cry. He did not shed a tear as it pierced her lovely heart, nor did he cry as her gentle form settled into stone. He did not cry when he looked at her delicate features for the last time, softened by eternal sleep.
At least, that is what has been said, though the story has long since been lost to time.
"Would you?" Xiao asks. His dark hair dances in the wind as they stand outside Morax's domain, deep within the heart of the stone forest. Perched high up where the air is thin and the wind blows undisturbed. Moonlight shines against the side of Xiao’s face, contrasting with his sharp features, but his eyes stay unmoving.
Morax does not reply for a long moment, looking off into the night sky. He still remembers when he found Xiao, a little bird, hurt and alone. His previous master had left him to starve in the everlasting snow. He had been scared then, too, trembling as Morax scooped him into his arms. He was too weak to oppose—to put up a fight—having only consumed ice and water. The bird had gone limp in his arms, wordlessly accepting defeat. It is strange how, in the face of what one accepts to be their inescapable demise, they find peace. If death awaited him, he showed no fear. The same can be said about the little bird’s late master as they drew their final breath, Morax recalls.
In the time that ensued, Morax conceded that the bird was not simply hurt; he was brutalized. He regarded himself as nothing more than an object—an item for another’s use. The bird continued to fear Morax, even after he kept him well fed and gave him a name. He would tremble beneath his gaze and flinch at his touch, avoiding his eyes.
Morax still remembers how Xiao had begged him not to make him kill the humans. Xiao had offered to do and give anything to his lord in return. Morax agreed for his sake, though he would never have forced him to do something so cruel, and a contract was signed.
A millennium later, Xiao, who once feared his lord most of all, learned that no harm would come his way under Morax's care. The God of Geo only raises a hand to enemies of war and those who break his contracts.
"Yes, if that is what you truly desire," Morax says, finally. Xiao’s eyes light up. "But first, a meal," he adds.
Xiao nods once. "Thank you, Rex Lapis."
* * *
Morax discusses the war as they eat, speaking of its closing and the prospect of much-needed leisure time. Xiao listens while sipping his soup quietly, offering brief responses when prompted. Morax, accustomed to taking the lead due to Xiao's reserved nature, is unbothered by it.
Morax is pleased to see him eating. He knows that Xiao often engrosses himself in so much work that he rarely settles down, let alone for long enough to eat a full meal. Also, he is an incredibly picky eater. He is not fond of many moral cuisines and doesn’t hesitate to make it known. Surprisingly, Xiao eagerly helped Morax prepare the bamboo shoot soup, a relatively simple dish that he believed would suit his refined palate. Still, he intentionally used fewer seasonings, just in case.
He notices that Xiao appears especially strained despite removing his armor and most of his accessories. Maybe he is trying hard to exhibit manners at the dinner table, used to simply devouring his food in seconds with the optional use of a utensil, or perhaps he is nervous about their promised night together. Morax understands that bit of nervousness, though he is no longer as affected by it as he was when he was younger. Or, perhaps, he is simply too tired from the war.
They have spent time alone together before, and it would be untrue to say that Morax did not enjoy it. He cherishes these simple, domestic, everyday activities such as cooking and eating together. With the war over, Morax finds himself with more time to spend alone—aside from the time spent on paperwork and other matters concerning Liyue’s future—allowing for more opportunities to be with Xiao. Regrettably, their time together did not escape the notice of onlookers.
Morax is doing his best to dispel the rumors, but with camps full of nosy ex-soldiers and adepti, it's only a matter of time before someone spots them walking off together. While Morax might be more or less unfazed, he worries for Xiao, who is already antisocial. He doesn't need curious people prying into these rumors. Nonetheless, he supposes it's to be expected given their relationship. It’s challenging to hide the truth, especially with Cloud Retainer openly criticizing him as ludicrous.
Once their bowls and soup spoons are cleaned, Morax stands. "I would like to bathe," he says. Then, he looks at Xiao. "Would you like that as well?"
Xiao shyly looks away, his cheeks the barest hint of pink. "No thank you, my lord. I prepared myself before my arrival."
Morax nods. "I will hurry then. Please feel at home while you wait." He would have done this sooner had he anticipated Xiao’s proposal.
After washing off, he changes into more comfortable clothes and forgoes his cloak. When he returns, he finds Xiao heating a pot in the kitchen. He carefully lifts the lid, releasing steam, and skillfully removes a damp cloth filled with fragrant tea leaves. He places two teacups on the counter next, glancing at Morax, who lingers in the doorway.
"That is very kind of you," Morax says fondly, walking toward Xiao.
"It is nothing," he replies, modest as always.
They sit and drink quietly, Xiao interrupting the stillness a couple of times to put more sugar in his tea. Morax enjoys this—sitting peacefully with him. While adepti tend to naturally fall into these pleasant meditative states, Morax finds Xiao to be the most comforting to be around.
He looks lovely as he calmly drinks his tea, cheeks softly flushed from the warmth. Morax watches his narrow eyes when he blinks, the small slope of his nose, and his lips. He observes as Xiao brings his teacup to his mouth and sips, eyes fixed on his throat as he watches him swallow. He slowly turns to eye Morax after noticing his staring.
"Is there something wrong, my lord?" Xiao asks, resting his teacup on his hand in his lap.
"Not at all," Morax says, lowering his teacup onto the table. "I am just admiring, if that is alright."
Xiao reddens, looking away. "Of course," he says quietly. Morax conceals his smile with his teacup.
They continue drinking tea and chatting calmly for a while. However, there is only so much time Morax can spend silently admiring Xiao before he has to do something.
"Shall we head to bed?" he asks, eyeing Xiao as he turns to face him again. He's sure he catches on to the implication.
"Please," Xiao murmurs, shy.
"Are you certain? I want you to have no doubts. I won't be upset if you've changed your mind, Xiao."
"I am certain."
Morax sweeps Xiao into his arms without further ceremony.
"Master—" he blurts, startled by such absurdity. The teacup falls out of his hands and lands on the table with a clank.
"Allow me," Morax insists.
Xiao sighs before settling against him, his tense muscles slowly softening against the firmness of Morax’s chest. He cradles Xiao’s head as he walks to the heart of his domain. His hair smells like qingxin, freshly washed and soft beneath his fingers. When they enter the bedroom, Morax carefully places him on the large bed.
"I am not made of glass," Xiao says simply. Morax knows that Xiao is the most powerful of his adepti, both body and mind. He knows what he has seen, done, and endured. That is all the more reason he wishes to be gentle with him now.
"That is true," Morax says, looking at him with adoration. His dark hair is splayed against the blankets, his cheeks are a lovely shade of pink, and his shirt is barely riding up to reveal a sliver of his waist. "But would you permit me this—the opportunity to care for you, Xiao?"
Xiao, feeling uncertain, sighs. It's clear that receiving affection is a challenge for him—something he's unaccustomed to. Despite this, Morax is determined to change that.
"Yes," he says, finally.
"Thank you, dearest." Morax’s mouth curls into a fond smile. He slips his fingers beneath Xiao’s shirt and pushes it up, spreading his palm across the expanse of his waist. His open hand can almost cover it entirely. Xiao has always been small and slight, but it did not impact his presence on the battlefield. His hands are confident when wrapped around his polearm—the one Morax crafted for him—and, despite his small stature, he is all lean muscle. Morax admires this about him, especially now.
Xiao’s skin is soft, only roughened by small scars. Morax drags his palm up his torso and chest before slowly bringing it back down. The skin beneath his hand is warm, radiating a soft heat. Xiao breathes quietly, his stomach rising and falling with each breath. Morax pauses as his thumb dips into Xiao’s belly button, his fingers curling against his left side.
"Have you willingly taken a partner before?" he asks, further inclining over him. Throughout Morax's time with Xiao, he has always been reserved. He seldom feels at ease in the company of others and frequently withdraws to the inn or mountains whenever possible. Even among his Yaksha brothers and sisters, Xiao remained timid.
"I have not," Xiao says, peeking up at Morax through lidded eyes.
Morax nods once. "Then, it would be an honor to be your first." Even if someone had hurt Xiao before, he will be his true first.
Dragons are often portrayed as selfish creatures, hoarding treasures and attacking anyone who attempts to steal them. Morax struggles with the knowledge that he, too, shares this trait. He feels threatened by the idea of anyone else being as close to Xiao as he wishes to be. He longs to be the sole presence in Xiao's life, yearning to teach and comfort him when no one else did.
Xiao opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off quickly when Morax leans forward to kiss right above his belly button. He slowly moves up, kissing along his torso and up to his ribs, his hands fondling his sides. Morax hooks his fingers underneath the hem of Xiao’s thin shirt, helping him tug it over his head.
Xiao reaches for Morax, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him close. Morax has to bend to accommodate the position, but he still smiles into the crook of Xiao’s neck, sliding his arms around his waist to bring him closer. He breathes in through his nose, welcomed by a sweet scent. Xiao smells good here too; his freshly washed skin still bears hints of soap. Perhaps perfume.
"Master," Xiao murmurs, muffled by Morax’s shoulder.
"I have you," Morax says, running a hand up Xiao's back. He climbs further onto the bed, taking Xiao with him. He supports him with one arm, settling Xiao onto his lap, facing him as he rests his own back against the headboard.
"How would you like this one to please you?" Xiao asks beseechingly. Morax's eyes flit across Xiao’s face—his narrow eyes and rosy cheeks. He already knows exactly what he wants.
"Simply sit," he says. "That is how you’ll please me." He slides one hand down Xiao’s bare lower back, his thumb running over his spine. His eyes linger on Xiao’s pale throat; he wants to leave marks there. Xiao’s fingers flex against his shoulders.
"For now, enjoy yourself," he adds.
Xiao looks confused, his brow furrowing. Morax thinks it’s a cute look on him, even if the reason would make him upset. He wants to show Xiao that sex can and is meant to be enjoyable for both parties. The ideas Xiao has engraved in his brain are surely far from that. Morax plans to teach him what it is he has missed. Even if it takes a millennium, he will do everything in his power for Xiao to enjoy it.
"If that is what you wish," Xiao says.
Morax nods, leaning in and pulling Xiao towards him at the same time. He kisses his neck first, moving up to his ear. Xiao makes a soft gasping sound, barely a sound at all, and tilts his head back as Morax nips at his earlobe before gently kissing him on the jaw.
When he takes his lips, Xiao softens against him. Xiao kisses him back hesitantly, trying to follow his lead. His inexperience shows in the clumsy way he moves, but Morax does not mind in the slightest. He holds Xiao close with one hand on the small of his back and another in his hair, humming quietly as he carefully sinks his teeth into his lower lip. Xiao makes a small, surprised sound, his hands fisting in Morax’s shirt.
Morax gently pulls away, smiling at the way Xiao tries to chase him. He places his palm on Xiao’s cheek, drawing his thumb over his spit-slick lips. Xiao looks up at him for a moment, moonlight flashing across his soft features as Morax runs his fingers over his cheekbones and into his hair. His hands curl even tighter around Morax’s shirt.
"Would you like me to take this off?" Morax asks. Xiao nods, cheeks pink.
Morax moves to lift his shirt up and over his head. He’s grateful that he changed into something easier to remove earlier. Xiao looks stiff—likely shy—so Morax takes his hands and places them on his shoulders. Xiao’s eyes go wide, and he stays still for a moment. Morax guesses that he has never been permitted to touch another in such a way before, let alone his master. He wants him to become accustomed to this, learning that his hands are meant for more than just killing.
When Xiao doesn’t move, Morax guides him, taking Xiao by the wrists with his Cor Lapis hands and leading them along his torso. He begins to get the hang of it, and Morax allows him to touch him as he pleases. It feels nice, which is surprising since he can barely feel it at all. Xiao’s hands are gentle and hesitant, but he is trying, and that is what Morax wants.
"Good," Morax says. Xiao flushes at the praise.
He pulls Xiao into another kiss. Xiao’s fingers curl around his shoulders with newfound confidence as he leans in. He parts his lips when Morax draws his tongue against his bottom lip. He slips it into Xiao’s mouth, deepening their kiss. He tastes like bamboo and the lingering bittersweetness of sugar and tea. This close, Morax can feel Xiao’s erection pressing against his abdomen.
He drags one hand between them up to Xiao’s chest, drawing his thumb over one of his nipples. Xiao makes a small, barely audible sound in response. So, Morax does it again, twisting his nipple between his index and middle fingers. As their tongues roll over each other, Morax feels his own erection pressing against Xiao through their clothing. Xiao shifts once, rubbing against him, and he has to resist the urge to grab him by the hips and make him do it again. It has been a while since he’s been intimate with someone, he supposes.
When they part, Xiao pants quietly. His lips are red, bitten, and well-loved. Morax can’t help but smile.
"How would you have me, my lord?" Xiao asks. His enthusiasm is almost enough to sway Morax, but he will not give in so easily.
"You have yet to have your pleasure," Morax states, "I will take mine only after you have been properly cared for." He is fine with reminding him again and again if necessary.
"I have not… been taken care of already?"
"No, you have not—not enough." Morax can imagine what Xiao is thinking. What he has experienced so far is the best he has ever had in intimacy. He is here to change that as well.
Xiao nods slowly, still confused, but allowing Morax to move him until he is on his back with his head against the pillows. As Morax leans over him, he runs his hand down Xiao’s torso until it reaches the hem of his pants.
"May I remove these?" he asks. "I will as well.” Xiao nods, sitting up as Morax helps him untie the sash around his waist and pull his pants down his hips. Morax moves to remove his own next, setting their clothing aside.
When he looks back, he finds Xiao in nothing but his underwear, lying with his tattooed arm thrown over his face. Knowing that he does not want to be looked at for too long due to his shyness, Morax doesn’t stop him. He would much rather Xiao be comfortable instead of overly anxious just to allow Morax the minor nicety of watching him in his pleasure. Morax knows that Xiao would do it if he asked, so he doesn’t. He already knows that he is lovely and does not need to look at him now, for he has plenty of time to admire him later.
Morax settles over him carefully. He leans in to kiss the bit of Xiao’s neck that is exposed, gradually moving down until he reaches his chest. He slowly licks across one of Xiao’s nipples, relishing the subtle shudder it elicits. Then, he gently brings it into his mouth, biting down with the utmost control. He swaps between using his teeth and tongue, his other hand moving to tease the other at the same time. When he is finished with one side, he moves to the other, doing the same. Xiao lets out small, shaky breaths each time Morax bites down.
When he finally draws back, Xiao is quietly breathing through his nose, one hand tangled in the sheets. Morax is mindful not to stare for too long; he doesn’t want to press on him too hard with the weight of his gaze.
He leans in to kiss Xiao’s collarbone, moving one hand down to the waistband of his underwear. He slips his hand under the fabric, wrapping his fingers and warm palm around the entirety of Xiao’s cock as he sucks another mark onto his shoulder. Xiao takes a weak breath, wriggling a bit beneath his palm.
Morax begins to stroke him slowly at first, not wanting to overwhelm him too soon. Xiao makes a sighing sound, relaxing against the mattress. Gradually, as he becomes more accustomed to his first taste of pleasure from Morax’s hand, he caresses him more firmly. Morax gently pulls Xiao's arm away from his face to kiss him instead. When he gasps quietly, Morax takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth, kissing the breath from his lungs. Xiao kisses him back the best he can.
Noticing this, Morax kisses him even deeper. Xiao starts to squirm, and his arms move up to wrap around Morax’s neck, keeping him close. He comes with a heavy sigh through his nose, mouth still occupied. He arches against Morax’s hand, spilling across his fingers. Morax kisses and strokes him through his release, waiting until he shifts uncomfortably and goes limp, falling back against the bed, before he takes his hand away. He gives Xiao time to recover, gently running his clean fingers through his dark hair.
"Lovely," Morax praises.
"That was… Was that—?" Xiao starts.
"Pleasure," Morax says, wiping his hand off on the bedsheet; it will be changed anyway.
"You will take me now?"
"Only once you have had enough."
"I have not?"
"No, dearest." For you, it's never enough, he doesn't say.
Morax gives Xiao more time to recover as he kisses him all over his face and neck, sucking at a spot underneath his jaw to leave a mark. He uses his teeth with control, nipping his fair skin without drawing blood. Xiao lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. The marks, etched against his skin, are lovely. After Morax sucks a third spot onto his neck, Xiao is hard again.
"Would you like to continue?" Morax asks. "You need not be concerned about upsetting me if you have reconsidered, my dearest."
"Yes," Xiao says. "I want to."
Morax smiles. "Now," he starts, sitting up and pulling Xiao’s underwear that had already started to slip off anyway. Once they are off and set to the side, he parts Xiao’s thighs. "I’d like to…"
He trails off mid-sentence, stunned by what he sees. It explains Xiao’s earlier shyness when he’d asked to bathe with him, and his explanation of "preparing himself before arrival." To put it simply, he’d had a butt plug in this whole time.
Xiao quickly presses his legs together to hide it. "I— apologies, my lord. I got carried away and… forgot to mention it."
"Did you purchase this yourself?"
"Cloud Retainer made arrangements for it to reach me. She said… you would like it?"
How crude it is to give the Conqueror of Demons such a gift. If it were anyone else, he would be fit to rage. However, instead of getting angry, he begins to laugh. His unexpected reaction startles Xiao.
"I do," Morax confesses. He runs a hand down Xiao’s thigh to soothe him. He will be having a word with her, that is for sure. "Though, I must admit that I did not expect this."
"I am glad," Xiao says, sounding relieved as he lies back down. "And— apologies."
"It is alright, dearest. You have not troubled me in any way," Morax says, parting Xiao’s thighs and settling between his legs. He kisses down Xiao’s torso, taking his time; they have all night for this, and Morax intends to make the most of it. He kisses along Xiao’s tender skin, carefully selecting when and where to nip and leave marks. Xiao’s fingers tangle in the blankets, practically trembling by the time Morax moves to his inner thighs.
Then, Morax leans in to place a wet kiss on the side of his cock. Xiao’s eyes widen, and he jolts, quickly sitting up.
"Master, you— needn’t do that," he stammers.
"Why is that?" Morax questions, raising his head.
Xiao looks distressed, shaking his head. Ah, Morax understands. He thinks such an act is below his lord—that it is something reserved for his betters. He does not realize the mutual pleasure that it should be. Morax feels a twinge of frustration stirring, but he is careful not to say anything rash. It is not Xiao that he resents.
"Please, allow me this," Morax says gently. Truly, he wants to do this not only for Xiao, but for himself as well. He wants to feel the weight of his cock in his mouth and his throat work to swallow around him. The thought has his erection twitching from where it is pinned between him and the mattress.
"Okay," Xiao murmurs before turning to hide his face once again. "If you truly insist."
"Thank you, Xiao," Morax says, placing a hand on Xiao’s inner thigh to keep it down.
Finally, Morax leans to place a long kiss on Xiao’s length. He places one more at the base before licking a flat line up to the top. Then, without pause, he inclines to take him into his mouth. Xiao makes a pretty sighing sound, hand tangling in the blankets.
Typically, Morax would enjoy dragging this act out—teasing his partner till their wits' end. However, with Xiao, Morax wants nothing but to give, give, and give. So, he bends all his effort to make Xiao feel good, sucking him slowly and drawing his tongue along the underside of his length.
Maybe Morax did something special with his tongue or sucked particularly hard. Either way, Xiao’s hips unexpectedly buck up.
"Sorry," Xiao chokes. "I didn't mean—"
But Morax doesn’t stop. Instead, he pushes both of his hands underneath Xiao’s thighs and lifts him slightly, drawing him impossibly closer as he swallows around him. Xiao exhales sharply, arching into the touch. He lets out a breathy moan as he comes, trembling, and Morax swallows it all down. When he pulls away, Xiao is completely flushed down to his chest, breathing heavily.
"Are you alright?" Morax asks. It’s a little unfair for him to ask when Xiao is still so blissed out like this, but he can't wait.
Xiao nods slowly, his arm retreating from his face as Morax leans in to place a tender kiss on his forehead. Giving him a moment to rest, Morax lies beside him, running his fingers through Xiao's dark, silky hair. As he gazes at Xiao, he can't help but notice the moonlight delicately caressing his skin, illuminating the marks that he has left behind so far. A soft, caring expression graces Morax's features.
"Will you take me now?" Xiao’s voice pipes up, glancing at Morax through a lidded gaze.
"One more time," Morax says, "Come for me one more time. Then, I will take you."
Morax moves to the edge of the bed, leaning down to open a drawer on the bedside table. He sifts through some of the items inside before sighing and closing it back up. He gets up and proceeds to the closet next. Xiao’s eyes follow him, confused, as he walks across the room, pushing things around. He finally locates a small glass vial half-full of a semi-transparent liquid. He brings it back to the bed and sits beside Xiao.
"It hasn’t been used in a while," Morax says, "but it will still suit its purpose." He would have procured something of higher quality had he known that they would be doing this prior. As he screws open the vial, a faint scent of violet grass fills the air. Morax leans onto his left side beside Xiao, ensuring the vial is sealed before setting it onto the bed and reaching an arm between Xiao’s legs.
Xiao makes a small sound when Morax makes him lift his legs enough for him to reach the plug still there. He nudges it a bit to test its give before slowly dragging it out. Xiao sighs once he’s empty again, a bit of oil dripping from the space it left behind. Morax will be quick to fill it back up, pouring a generous amount of the oil over his fingers.
"Master," Xiao murmurs before Morax moves any further.
"Hm?"
"You don't have to concern yourself with that."
"I want to," Morax says, then, carefully, "and, if I don’t, it will hurt."
"It may," Xiao says. It sounds as though he was already well aware of that, which rubs Morax the wrong way. Would Xiao have said a thing if Morax simply took him then and there, regardless of whether he bled or not?
Morax sighs. "I will not have that."
Xiao has an indifferent look on his face. Then, he covers it with his arm. "As you wish," he says.
Morax frowns. He doesn't want to hurt Xiao, but he begins to worry that he may without realizing it. He would keep it to himself, and Morax would never know of his mistake. He has a strange, bitter feeling in his chest, and suddenly wonders if agreeing to this was the right decision. He had initially planned to teach Xiao with this experience, but it is difficult to teach someone who doesn't even have the most basic principles down: A partner must consent, there should be boundaries put in place alongside communication, if something hurts, it’s being done wrong, and so on. Morax thinks for a moment, watching the oil glisten on his fingers.
"Rex Lapis," Xiao says when Morax doesn’t move for a while, having retracted his arm to look over at him. He sits up, his yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Have I upset you?"
Morax shakes his head. "No, Xiao, you haven’t done anything wrong."
It is what has been done to you that troubles me.
Morax is abruptly hit by a heavy wave of nausea. He thinks about the last time Xiao had asked if he would bed him. He was so afraid that he was shaking, yet he would have let Morax have him if it was what he'd desired. It didn’t matter if he hurt him; Xiao did not care about himself—he hadn’t cared about himself for years. Morax feels sick. He should have been more responsible.
Morax is torn from his thoughts when he suddenly feels a delicate touch on his wrist. Startled, he glances down to see Xiao's slender fingers softly curling around his wrist. Xiao’s worried expression catches him off guard.
"Master," Xiao says quietly. "I'm sorry."
Morax brings his clean hand to his own face and is disturbed to find that he is crying. Before he can formulate a response or even process what is happening, Xiao leans toward him. He rests his head on Morax’s shoulder, his hand on Morax’s wrist, opening to curl their fingers together instead, careless of the oil.
"What's wrong?" Xiao asks, curling against Morax’s side. His body feels warm.
"I… don’t know what’s come over me," Morax says, truthfully. His heart is beating so quickly that he’s sure Xiao can hear it.
"You don’t have to know," Xiao says, "but I should shed light on something."
"What would that be?"
"I…” Xiao hesitates. "I have cared for you for many years, master. I desired to spend this night with you, even if only once, and I realize now that it was rather heedless of me to force myself onto you. I took advantage of the fact that you often provide me with what I ask for, regardless of what it is. For that, I am sorry. We… we don’t have to do this if it is not what you want."
"Xiao…" Morax can hardly think. "You did not force yourself onto me. I—"
"No," Xiao says, and Morax is taken aback by being so suddenly interrupted. "Please, master, do not pin the blame on yourself." He takes a breath. "I have been… very selfish lately. If you would just let me hold you here for another moment, then I will leave, if that is what you wish." Xiao's other arm curls around his waist, and Morax is on the verge of bursting into even more tears.
His beloved bird has changed so much, but Morax was too blind to see it. He now realizes that he is still stuck in the past, seeing Xiao as the hurt and vulnerable thing he once was. He has developed and learned so much since then.
Morax wraps his other arm around Xiao, his eyes still filled with tears, and takes a deep breath. He feels ridiculous making such a scene. He hasn’t cried in years, yet the thought that Xiao assumes him to be doing this out of a sort of obligation tears his heart in two. He now realizes that Xiao feels undesired—that Morax did not deign to have him. But, even after that, he still asked if he would hold him.
Years after the first time, Xiao asked Morax if he would bed him, but not because he did not value himself; he asked because he wanted him. If Morax had simply refused, as he did the first time, Xiao would likely never ask again. So, he does not regret his decision.
"Xiao," Morax says, running his clean fingers through his dark hair. "Please, do not go. I wish for you to remain by my side. If I have caused you to feel unwanted, it was not my intention, and for that, I apologize. If you are willing, I would be honored to have you."
"Truly?" Xiao asks, looking up at him.
Morax nods once. "Yes, dearest. Now, later, and even again if you desire."
"Thank you."
"Of course,” Morax nods. "But enough of this. Shall we continue?"
"Please, if you would."
Morax leans in to kiss Xiao. He falls easily back down against the blankets. Morax quickly finds the vial of oil amongst the sheets, pouring it over his fingers again. This time, he doesn’t hesitate. He tests two fingers inside of him at first and, when he is met with no resistance, he adds another. A third finger is met with a little resistance, but he is still able to move it around.
Xiao lets out a heavy breath as Morax’s fingers curl inside of him. He leans in to kiss Xiao’s neck, and he turns his head to the side, offering him more room. His fingers slowly begin to move in and out, and Xiao gasps when the pads of his fingers press against his prostate. Morax makes sure they touch there each time he pushes them in deep. He likes the way he moans and tightens around his fingers.
Morax kisses along the column of Xiao’s throat, most of his body leaning over him as his other arm supports his weight against the bed. When he moves up, his lips pressing behind Xiao’s ear and his nose burying into his hair, Xiao gasps and arches against Morax’s fingers. His arms move to wrap around Morax’s neck again, one hand tangling into his hair. Morax can hear him panting, and he wants nothing more than to take his cock in hand at the same time, dazing him with pleasure. Then, he has an idea.
When Morax’s fingers slip out of Xiao, he makes a small, upset sound. However, the space is quickly filled by something else. Xiao’s breath catches in his throat as Morax carefully pushes a thick, rigid stone toy into him, slick with oil. Perhaps Morax is a little childish, using his powers for such a dirty purpose. Xiao doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, arching against the stone as Morax presses it in, pushing it deeper. Morax likes how his tight, little hole takes it so well.
"Are you alright?" he asks, running both of his hands across Xiao’s spread thighs. He nods his head, reaching his arms toward Morax to bring him closer. He does, letting Xiao wrap them around his neck again. He kisses Xiao slowly, using his will to carefully move the stone toy inside him. Xiao sighs into the kiss, arching his hips forward as it presses against his prostate.
Morax pushes his tongue into Xiao’s pliant mouth, reaching between his thighs and wrapping a hand around his cock. He strokes him firmly, enjoying the way he arches into his hand. Morax can feel how Xiao tightens against the stone toy, and he is fit to lose himself. He pulls out from their heated kiss to nip at his neck instead, already so full of marks. Xiao begins to squirm, so he holds him down with a hand across his torso while the other works him over. Xiao sounds so pretty, moaning until he’s shaking, gasping, and spilling across Morax’s fingers.
"Perfect," Morax says fondly, dissipating the stone toy and taking a moment to appreciate Xiao in his blissful state. He is still breathing heavily, his hair is a beautiful mess against the pillows, and his cheeks are still a pretty shade of pink. Morax looks away after a moment, not wishing to make Xiao feel too shy again.
"Please," comes Xiao’s quiet, breathless voice, "Rex Lapis, your cock."
Morax lets out a heavy sigh and glances down. Sure enough, his erection is pressing heavily against the fabric. Xiao’s voice, begging so prettily, is enough to convince him.
"You’ll have it," he says, the roughness in his voice surprising him. He moves to finally pull off the rest of his clothes. Before Morax settles back on top of him, Xiao sits up and wraps his hand around his length with some effort. It feels good—his lithe fingers curling around him and stroking, but Morax nudges Xiao away and lays him back down with a small protest. He doesn't want to waste any more time, regardless of how much they have.
He is quick to slick himself with oil before using one hand to part Xiao’s thighs even further. He presses the head of his cock against his hole, but before pushing in, says: "If it hurts or you want to stop, say so."
Xiao nods, eagerly waiting for Morax to move. However, he frowns when he rubs against him instead.
"Just a tease," Morax says with a grin, noticing Xiao’s irritation—very faint, but still there.
Finally, he slowly pushes inside, careful but relentless. He is mindful to listen to the small sounds Xiao makes, gauging if he is harming him or not. Xiao’s hands find the covers, and he gasps, back arching as he presses in deeper. Morax leans over him more and more each second, his hands massaging Xiao’s sides until they stop at his narrow hips, holding him still.
"There you go," Morax coos once he’s halfway inside. He soothes a hand over Xiao’s torso, rising and falling with his breathing. Once he’s filled to the hilt, Morax lets out a low moan. Xiao is so very tight, even after all that preparation.
"Are you alright?" Morax asks, leaning over him. Xiao nods, hiding behind his hand this time with his eyes closed. He opens for Morax so well, his body so eager to accept him, and Morax can’t help but accommodate. He sets a gentle rhythm at first, not wanting to overwhelm him too soon. There is no need to be hasty; Morax would like to drag it out for as long as he can, though he fears that he may be the one who succumbs first.
He keeps that steady rhythm as he plants both of his arms on either side of Xiao’s head. He uses one hand to move Xiao’s hand from his face, replacing it with his own instead. He kisses him deeply, his thumb tracing over his cheek as Xiao quietly moans into his mouth. He runs the tip of his tongue over Xiao’s bottom lip before slipping it inside. Their tongues swirl around each other, and Morax finds himself pressing more of his weight against Xiao, consuming him.
He takes him slowly for a while, enjoying the way Xiao's body hugs his cock so close. Morax cradles his head with both hands, fingers twisting in his hair as he kisses him. Everything feels so warm—their breath and bodies heating the space between them. Xiao's legs hook around Morax's waist, holding him close as he grinds in deep.
Gradually, Morax picks up the pace, leaving the kiss and sitting back up to grip Xiao by the thighs and pull him closer with each thrust. Each time they meet, Morax hits Xiao’s prostate, followed by the slick sound of their coupling. When Xiao tightens around him, Morax thrusts a bit harder in response, enjoying the way his breath hitches each time.
He continues this pace for some time, relishing the sound of Xiao’s soft moans when he thrusts particularly deep. He lets a hand wander, one staying planted on Xiao’s thigh while the other traces up his side and torso. It is then that Morax notices just how far he has shoved Xiao up the bed, his head just shy of the headboard. He pulls him down a bit to avoid bumping his head, still keeping their rhythm.
"Rex Lapis…" Xiao says breathily, peeking at him through his fingers.
"Yes?" Morax replies, slowing his pace. "Is something wrong?"
Xiao quickly shakes his head. "No, just…" He twists onto his left side, one leg hooking around Morax’s waist while the other falls open against the bed. "Could you… do it like this?"
Gods, Morax doesn’t know much more of this he can take. The last thing he could have expected was Xiao asking to be fucked sideways. "Of course," he says, leaning forward to press his weight against Xiao again, pushing him into the mattress.
"Thank you. Ah—" Xiao is cut off as Morax sets a much more brutal pace. Xiao looks so pretty, lying on his side with his eyes closed and lips parted to take in shaky inhales. Morax moves both himself and Xiao into a more comfortable position, gripping him by the thigh locked around his hip. His other arm braces against the sheets, holding him up.
Morax nearly gets lost in his pleasure, plowing deep inside of Xiao and sighing when he tightens around him. Xiao's hand touches Morax's wrist, feather light, seemingly a request, and Morax quickly intertwines their fingers. Xiao’s hips shift, trying to meet him with each thrust.
Suddenly, Xiao arches against him and comes with a hushed moan, squeezing around Morax like a vice. When he goes limp, Morax lets him go, and his leg falls from his waist.
He immediately takes Xiao by the hips, stuffs his face into his neck, and thrusts into him deeply. His hips start to stutter until they stop, his cock buried deep inside as he comes with a low moan beside Xiao’s ear.
* * *
Morax gently cleans Xiao with a cloth and warm water, wiping the mess between his thighs with care. Xiao lies there, his eyes closed in peaceful exhaustion. Morax gazes at the rare sight with a soft smile, admiring the calm expression on his usually stoic face. The once rumpled bed was meticulously remade, the soiled sheets replaced with fresh, crisp linens with the pleasant scent of qingxin.
Morax settles down beside Xiao on the large, inviting bed. Just as he is about to gently wrap an arm around him, he is surprised to feel Xiao turning towards him instead, slowly enveloping Morax in a sleepy, yet comforting embrace. Despite the fatigue still evident in Xiao's barely open eyes, they are content as they both doze in each other's arms, letting the peaceful silence of the room lull them.
…
"Rex Lapis," Xiao’s faint voice sounds from the darkness.
"Hm?" Morax hums, not opening his eyes.
"May we do this again?"
"If that is what you desire, yes."
…
"Rex Lapis."
"Xiao."
"When can we?"
"Whenever you'd like."
"...Then, in the morning?"
"So soon?"
"It— was a foolish idea. My apologies."
"No, do not apologize; I would humor it. I was merely surprised."
"...Only if you would like."
"Then, yes, I would like that. But first, rest. Aren't you tired?"
Morax can feel Xiao’s smile curling against his shoulder. He leans in and presses a gentle kiss on Morax’s cheek.
"Thank you," he murmurs, barely audible from beneath the covers.
Morax smiles, feeling as though Xiao is squeezing his very heart.