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Shen Jiu had one hand fisted in his hiked up robes, head thrown back against the alcove wall as he panted into his free hand trying to muffle the noises slipping from his lips. His back was pressed to the stone, his legs throw over his husband's shoulders, as Tianlang-Jun knelt on the ground, his mouth hot and wet around Shen Jiu's cock.
Shen Jiu whined, legs trembling as Tianlang-Jun dragged his tongue along the flushed head. Drool spilled from his lips, dripping onto the elaborate robes he wore to Court. The beads of his mianguan clinked together as he bobbed his head, sending pleasure coiling tight through Shen Jiu's body.
"Husband I—" His words were cut off as Tianlang-Jun hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. His eyes flicked up, the glow of his zuiyin burning brighter as his long tongue curled around Shen Jiu's sensitive skin. It was slick and wet and so perfect it turned Shen Jiu's thoughts into a foggy haze.
The pleasure was bow string tight as Tianlang-Jun moaned loudly around Shen Jiu's cock, wet noises echoing in the quiet alcove. The tension drew tighter and tighter until finally it snapped. Shen Jiu's eyes rolled back as he whipped his other hand up, muffling the cry that burst free as he came down his husband's throat.
Tianlang-Jun continued to swallow around him, tongue running along his length, until Shen Jiu started to shake, oversensitive and slicked with sweat and spit. Then he very gently pulled off with a pop. His lips were swollen, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. He shot Shen Jiu a smile.
"A-Jiu, if we go back we can slip into the dinner with barely an interruption. No one will know we were even gone."
Shen Jiu rolled his eyes, standing on shaky legs. His gaze flicked over his husband and he reached out to set Tianlang-Jun's outer robes back in order.
"Even if they didn't," he said, rustling in his sleeve for his fan. "One look at you and there will be no question as to what we were doing."
Tianlang-Jun's smile curved until the points of his eyeteeth poked over his lip.
"Good."