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To his surprise, Xie Lian found himself all alone to face the aftermath of Hua Cheng’s calligraphy practise.
He’d only left the temple for a few minutes to change his clothes, and yet somehow, in that short time, Hua Cheng managed to disappear before his return. Left behind for Xie Lian to deal with was a whirlwind of ink and paper, scattered all across the altar—a sign that Hua Cheng hadn’t even tried to tidy up before he vanished.
Had it been anyone else leaving such a mess, Xie Lian wouldn’t have found it nearly as amusing as he did.
He really didn’t mind having to straighten things out all on his own. It wasn’t as if Hua Cheng always saddled him with their chores. In fact, it was rare for Hua Cheng not to take the initiative or even gently urge Xie Lian to take a seat while he did all of the work himself. It was nice to have a chance to do it all himself for a change.
Truth be told, he loved cleaning and organizing without interference. How could he not? Usually, whenever practise wound down and Hua Cheng got bored, he’d entertain himself by smearing Xie Lian with a bit of ink, dabbing spots on his cheeks while minding his white clothes. It could be charming at times, sure. But it always made clean-up take so much longer, which was exactly why Xie Lian appreciated such rare moments as these.
Sadly, Hua Cheng still didn’t see that the less mess he makes, the more time he’d have for other fun things.
Those ‘things’ were partly why Xie Lian left to change into a sleep robe a short time ago. He mainly changed because it was late into the evening, and he figured he may as well get comfy. But it also didn’t hurt to give Hua Cheng a visual reminder of why he should quit drawing out his practise for so long, and just get it done.
Now that he was back, though, and there was nothing left standing in their way of having some actual fun, he found himself wishing that he hadn’t left in the first place. He never imagined that Hua Cheng would also take off, and without so much as telling him where he was going, either. Not that he had any reason to worry, as Hua Cheng wasn’t in the habit of leaving him for very long, or whenever he did, he never went far. But still.
With a soft frown on his lips he took to tidying up, stacking blank papers and mopping up spilled ink. When he was done, he leisurely flipped through what Hua Cheng had written alone for the last few minutes, and he was surprised to find that someone really did end up taking his exercises seriously. The words were mostly legible, and each stroke didn’t look like it had been carved into the pages by the claws of a drunken beast, for once.
He had to wonder if his own brief absence was what finally encouraged Hua Cheng to stop fooling around. He couldn’t be the target of some gentle bullying if he wasn’t here, after all, and so with nothing else to do and no one around to hear him whine for a while, Hua Cheng would’ve had no choice but to write.
Maybe I should leave him alone more often, Xie Lian thought.
He shook his head. The goal was to find Hua Cheng, not keep away from him.
He scanned each page carefully in the hopes that Hua Cheng may have left a note for him, but all that was written was either what he told Hua Cheng to write, or utter nonsense. He did come across a messy scrawl that somewhat clearly read I adore you, which made him smile. But besides that, nothing else stood out to him.
A few seconds ago he wasn’t all that worried, but he was a little worried now. What if someone showed up to cause trouble in Ghost City? That would definitely be reason enough for Hua Cheng to have left in a hurry. Not that Hua Cheng would ever need help dealing with something like that, but surely he’d appreciate it, at least.
He quickly made up his mind to go and find him when a soft clunk came from somewhere behind him.
He froze, and he listened closely. Then he flipped through papers again, pretending he hadn’t heard a thing. It seemed that someone was taking great care to enter the temple without alerting him, though there was only one person who could ever come close to sneaking up on him, and he hardly had any reason to fear them.
His lips curled into an eager smile as the sound of bare footsteps gradually grew louder. He stared down at the altar, burying his gaze in Hua Cheng’s handiwork, and he hummed to himself as if he were deep in thought.
He could see it coming from miles away, yet he still jumped when two arms snaked their way beneath his own, curling around his waist to pull him back in a snug embrace. His grip on the papers in his hands fell slack, and he shook his head in disbelief as he watched them all flutter down to the altar and the floor around his feet.
Hua Cheng gave him a gentle squeeze in greeting, and he couldn't help but shiver. He didn’t need to turn around to know that his husband was also dressed in nothing but a thin robe, as every firm and prominent part of Hua Cheng’s body pressed delightfully into the softer parts of his own, leaving nothing to his imagination.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured.
A slow kiss warmed Xie Lian’s neck, and he tilted his head, giving Hua Cheng more room to play. He laid his hands atop Hua Cheng’s wrists, holding him lightly, and he leaned back into the embrace with an easy smile.
“Mm… where did you go?” he asked. “You weren’t out looking for me, were you? I wasn’t gone long…”
“No, I knew where you went. I had to fetch something we might need, is all,” Hua Cheng explained.
He pulled an arm free, and he flashed something that Xie Lian didn’t realize he’d been holding.
It was a little glass bottle, one they were both intimately familiar with. It was filled to the brim with something clear and wickedly slick, and just the sight of it alone was enough to send Xie Lian’s heartbeat into a frenzy.
Hua Cheng made a point to set it down right in the centre of the altar before them, the glass hitting the table with an enticing clink. For a while, Xie Lian stared at it as if he were possessed, snapping out of it only when Hua Cheng began to mark up his neck with more kisses, leaving them anywhere he could reach.
“You…” Xie Lian huffed. “I can’t believe you don’t keep that stashed away in here somewhere…”
“If I did that,” Hua Cheng said carefully between kisses, “then I would never get any practise done, would I?”
Xie Lian didn’t answer, but he wholeheartedly agreed. If given the chance, Hua Cheng would surely take him daily. Maybe even all day, every day. Neither one of them would ever have any time to get anything else done.
As exciting as that sounded, it was horribly impractical. Xie Lian scolded himself for even thinking about it.
Determined not to fall under Hua Cheng’s spell just yet, he asked, “Did you write everything I told you to write?”
“Of course,” Hua Cheng said proudly. “Gege never lets me play with him until I get it all done, right?”
Xie Lian laughed through his nose. “I didn’t think San Lang could be so studious.”
“Mm. How could I not be, with such a patient instructor?” Hua Cheng purred.
With a hot mouth wreaking havoc on his neck and a pair of wandering hands now caressing his belly, Xie Lian couldn’t help but sit with those last few words for a bit. In record time, his mind whipped up more than a few crude fantasies in which there was plenty of instruction—and maybe a bit of discipline, too, if necessary.
He didn’t know who’d be doing what, but he was certain that Hua Cheng wouldn’t mind participating either way.
Never mind his future fantasies, though. He didn’t yet know what was in store for him right now. He knew that he and Hua Cheng would get up to no good tonight, but with Hua Cheng having been sly about approaching him, he had to wonder if there was some kind of fantasy playing out in his head, too. Maybe Hua Cheng was thinking about trying something new? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d done so, and certainly not the last.
Xie Lian began to gaze almost longingly at the glass bottle on the altar. The list of things that he and Hua Cheng had yet to try with one another gradually grew smaller as the days passed them by, yet it still seemed endless. And he didn’t doubt that there were countless things his naive mind still couldn’t conceive of, either.
The mere idea that he might get to check something off that scandalous list tonight made him terribly excited.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng said quietly. “There’s something else.”
Xie Lian made a soft noise, and he wondered if Hua Cheng read his mind.
One of the hands that roamed his body stirred, and he glanced down to see something slip from Hua Cheng’s sleeve into his palm. It looked to be a small, ornate coffer of some sort, and it fit perfectly in Hua Cheng’s hand.
“Mind telling me what this is?” Hua Cheng asked.
Curious, Xie Lian brought a hand to it, and he traced the delicate filigree that ran along the edges of the box. Hua Cheng seemed to think that he knew what it was, but he really couldn’t recall. It wasn’t until his hand laid flat on the lid of the coffer that something suddenly clicked, and it brought a mortifying memory to the surface.
All the blood quickly drained from his face, and he clutched the lid tightly enough to whiten his knuckles, too.
“You already know what this is… don’t you?” he asked meekly.
“I do,” Hua Cheng confirmed. “But I’m curious to know where you found such a thing. Won’t you tell me?”
…
Nestled within the box was that dreadful child-bearing pill that was almost gifted to Hua Cheng a while back.
Of course Hua Cheng knew it belonged to Xie Lian, because it was damn-near impossible for anyone else to set foot on the grounds of Paradise Manor, let alone hide something within it. And of course he had to go and find it now of all times, when Xie Lian couldn’t think of a single excuse to explain why it was still kicking around.
… Never mind an excuse, he didn’t even have a genuine reason for keeping it all this time. He remembered stashing it, but as for why, he couldn’t say. What could’ve possibly been going through his mind back then?
Forget where I found it, he thought in a panic. I’d rather know where you found it!
“W-Well, it’s…”
“Go on,” Hua Cheng encouraged.
Trying not to dig himself a deeper hole, Xie Lian took a deep breath, and he cleared his throat. “On your last birthday—when I passed out, remember?” he started, to which Hua Cheng nodded. “This… thing was a gift for you from some of the ghosts. Along with some other, uh… questionable things. Very questionable things.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm,” Xie Lian continued. “And… well, I apologize for appraising your gifts without permission, San Lang, but… I couldn’t let them give you such strange things. Especially this,” he stressed, tapping the lid of the coffer.
“I see,” Hua Cheng murmured thoughtfully. “This is what you tried to throw away that day, is it?”
Xie Lian nodded. His hand fell from the box, and Hua Cheng set it on the altar right next to the glass bottle.
“If that’s the case, then… why did I find it hidden away deep inside of a drawer?” Hua Cheng asked slowly. “And tucked under some bedding, no less. You’ve been keeping it quite safe all this time, haven’t you, gege?”
Conveniently, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that he’d put it there just so Hua Cheng wouldn’t find it.
Those ghosts had their hearts, or lack thereof, in the right place that day. It was sweet of them to offer gifts to their Chengzhu. But Xie Lian was a man of proper morals, usually, and he couldn’t in good conscience let them give Hua Cheng such tasteless things. Hiding that pill away ensured that it would never see the light of day, or at least that was the idea, anyway. How Hua Cheng still managed to get his hands on it was anyone’s guess.
“I-I mean… it was still a gift,” Xie Lian mumbled. “In the end, I thought it would be wrong to throw it away…”
“Hm. But you didn’t think to keep any of my other strange gifts, did you?” Hua Cheng asked.
Xie Lian’s heart just about stopped right then and there.
How would Hua Cheng even know that? Had he gone snooping for more stuff after he found that pill just to make sure nothing else had stuck around? How long had he known about it, anyway? Did he just find it now, or had he been sitting on this knowledge for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to rub it in Xie Lian’s face?
Only one thing was certain, and that was that Hua Cheng wasn’t interrogating Xie Lian as a harmless means of teasing him. There was something sinister going on, and Xie Lian was slightly afraid to find out what that was.
He thought about running away to die of embarrassment, seeing as how this could only end poorly for him and no one else. But when he tried to worm his way out of Hua Cheng’s embrace, he was only held tighter. A small sound squeaked past his lips, and his hands flew to Hua Cheng’s arms, where he clutched at him for dear life.
Excitedly, Hua Cheng asked, “Were you thinking you might want to use it?”
“What? N-No, I… I can’t,” Xie Lian said bleakly. “San Lang, I’m… I’m a man.”
He stated that fact as if it weren’t glaringly obvious, and Hua Cheng laughed.
One hand left Xie Lian’s waist to land between his thighs, where it gently rubbed over his robe along the most noticeable part of his manhood. He let out a shaky sigh, and his hips twitched toward Hua Cheng’s palm.
“Believe me, I know that,” Hua Cheng said. “And yet you kept it anyway. What does that mean, gege?”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Xie Lian said quickly.
Hua Cheng promptly took his hand away and fit his arm back around Xie Lian’s waist.
“Is that so?” he asked quietly. “You’re sure it doesn’t mean what I think it means?”
What do you think it means?! Xie Lian ranted in his head. I don’t even know what it means!
His cheeks burned red, and he whined, “San Lang… stop being cryptic. If you’re going to tease me, just do it.”
Whatever Hua Cheng planned to accuse him of now surely couldn’t be anything but humiliating.
He held his breath, waiting for scathing words that would no doubt leave him as aroused as he was ashamed. But Hua Cheng said nothing. Xie Lian’s breath ended up rushing right back out as he was treated to a hand between his thighs once more, but this time it palmed him firmly with the intent to leave him hot and bothered.
It wasn’t the sort of teasing he had in mind, but he wasn’t about to tell Hua Cheng to stop, either.
He was quick to fill the temple with the sound of quiet panting, along with the odd strangled moan or two. He clung to one of Hua Cheng’s arms as he gently rode into his husband’s hand, rocking back and forth between the snug grip that teased him in the front and Hua Cheng’s own eagerness that pressed into him from behind.
A hushed, breathy moan suddenly met his ear, as Hua Cheng murmured, “Does gege want me to breed him?”
Xie Lian’s reaction was instant.
He gasped out a moan, and his nails dug deeply into Hua Cheng’s arm, leaving bruising crescents. His knees buckled, and he tried to close his legs to hide his shame. But Hua Cheng stopped palming him for a moment, and he saw that he was already terribly hard, to the point where he was holding up his robe hands-free.
From over his shoulder, Hua Cheng hummed in satisfaction. “That’s it, isn’t it?” he whispered.
“It’s not…” Xie Lian whimpered.
“I think it is.”
“N-No, I… I don’t even know what that means…” Xie Lian stuttered.
“I think you do, gege,” Hua Cheng said softly. “I really think you do.”
Such insistence. Xie Lian didn’t know—not for sure, anyway. But he quickly formed a vivid idea of what might be involved, and he couldn’t say with one-hundred percent certainty that he wasn’t at least slightly interested.
Regardless, it still had nothing to do with why he held on to that pill. His reasoning really was innocent.
“That’s not… I didn’t keep it for something like that…” he mumbled. “It wouldn’t even… work on me…”
“You don’t think so?” Hua Cheng asked.
With one hand, Hua Cheng tugged Xie Lian’s sash until it unravelled and fell to the floor. His robe parted, and Hua Cheng wasted no time in curling his fingers around the base of his cock, fitting him perfectly into his fist.
“S-San Lang—!”
One firm stroke all the way up his length was all it took for Xie Lian’s hips to lurch into Hua Cheng’s hand. He cried out breathlessly as Hua Cheng settled into a slow, agonizing rhythm of stroking him fully, easing up each time his hand came back down and tightening again whenever his palm grazed the underside of Xie Lian’s tip.
Over and over, Hua Cheng worked him just like that, drawing out each pass of his hand for as long as he could on the way up and back down. It was hot, dizzying, and somehow exactly what Xie Lian wanted. He couldn’t seem to stop his mouth from making the worst sounds, from quiet whimpers all the way to full-bodied moans. It was like he hadn’t been touched in weeks, when that couldn’t possibly be any further from the truth.
A bit of wetness soon leaked from his tip, and it ran down over the backs of Hua Cheng’s fingers. At that, Hua Cheng took his hand away, and he held it up in front of them both as if to admire what Xie Lian had given him.
“Maybe you’re right,” Hua Cheng murmured. “Maybe gege is already too fertile…”
Xie Lian shivered, and he pressed his knuckles against his lips, hiding behind the back of his hand.
Appalled, he whispered, “San Lang… How can you… say such things?”
“Hm? What do you mean?” Hua Cheng asked. “Look what it’s doing to you. You can barely stand up straight.”
Xie Lian looked down. What he saw was a rosy flush painting the length of his cock, and a pair of crooked legs weakly pinned to one another at the thighs. Pathetically, they quivered and shook, and when Hua Cheng saw fit to give him just one more teasing stroke he felt his knees buckle even more than they already had.
Hua Cheng wasn’t exactly wrong, but… he wasn’t exactly right, either. Any other day, Xie Lian would’ve found what he said to be downright ridiculous. Not that he didn’t find it equally as ridiculous right now, but…
“That’s because… you’re touching me,” he argued pitifully.
“I touch you all the time, and you never get like this,” Hua Cheng insisted.
Xie Lian opened his mouth to protest, but all that came out was a long, soft sigh as Hua Cheng took him back into his hand. He gave up quickly and held tight to the arm around his waist as he gently rolled his hips, silently begging Hua Cheng’s hand to come back each time it pulled away and slipped off the end of his cock.
He shivered as Hua Cheng latched onto his neck, mouthing kisses into the soft crook and nipping carefully up toward his ear. The hand around his waist began to wander, rubbing slow circles into his belly at first before it found its way to his chest, where Hua Cheng lightly pinched and rolled a nipple between the tips of his fingers.
Tormented both above and below, Xie Lian could only whimper for a while. The heat in his core began to swell unbearably, and soon he tilted his hips to try and escape the hand that worked his cock, only to wind up pressing something stiff between his cheeks. He felt Hua Cheng moan against his neck before he heard him, and it spurred him to blindly reach back, fumbling around until he could grab Hua Cheng’s hip in an iron grip.
He pushed his own hips back deliberately this time, and low groans came from both of them.
Breathing hotly, Hua Cheng whispered, “If gege wants me to breed him, all he needs to do is say so.”
Xie Lian suddenly stopped panting, focusing fully on the sound of Hua Cheng’s rough breathing instead.
“San Lang will do it right,” Hua Cheng murmured. “I promise.”
Xie Lian’s eyes nearly glazed over as he stared at the box and the oil on the altar before him. He truly didn’t know what it meant to be bred, but he decided then and there that he wanted nothing more than to find out.
Without a word, he nodded, and Hua Cheng withdrew from around him. His husband took hold of his wrists, and he was gently instructed to lay his hands upon the surface of the altar. He couldn’t help but lean forward and push his hips out, enticed by the promise of what was yet to come. The suggestive position he landed in by the time he was settled earned him a strained, longing moan from Hua Cheng.
“Stay like that for me,” Hua Cheng quietly ordered.
Nodding much more eagerly this time, Xie Lian whispered, “Okay.”
A chill rushed up his bare legs as Hua Cheng suddenly hiked the length of his open robe up over his hips, resting all of that thin fabric on the curve of his arched lower back.
He should’ve been ashamed to show off his backside like this. But right now, with his eyes on that bottle of oil, he could think of nothing but Hua Cheng’s fingers, and how they would feel once they were buried inside him. He wondered if Hua Cheng would start with one, or if he’d maybe go straight for two, seeing as how they last went at it together just the night before. It didn’t really matter either way, as his body was never one to argue.
His hair was brushed aside, and he felt Hua Cheng lay a kiss on the nape of his neck. His eyes followed a pale hand as it reached for the oil, and when it disappeared behind him he couldn’t help but moan in anticipation.
The stopper pulled from the bottle with a pop, and Xie Lian noticeably shifted his weight. A soft, deep laugh made his heart flutter as Hua Cheng seemed to find his impatience endearing. He thought about wrecking the last shred of his dignity to ask Hua Cheng to hurry up already, but he was smoothly breached and filled to the hilt of one of Hua Cheng’s fingers long before he could do anything more than part his lips.
His plea died in his throat, and out came a needy cry instead.
He dropped his head between his shoulders as Hua Cheng slowly opened him up. His hair fell all around his face, but the tips of his reddened ears peeked through, telling Hua Cheng exactly how he was feeling. His entrance was still soft from when they played the previous night, and when paired with the oil, Hua Cheng’s finger slid so easily in and out of him—so much so that he didn’t feel quite as full as he’d hoped he would.
Hua Cheng held him steady by the hip when the pace of his finger slightly quickened. Each time it drove inside him it struck deep and he’d clench tightly, though it did nothing to hold Hua Cheng in place. He longed to feel the subtle burn of being stretched and filled, but Hua Cheng seemed much more interested in teasing him instead, even going so far as to pull right out and circle his rim with the tip of his finger every so often.
It was perfect in every way, yet it was utterly torturous. It wasn’t long before he grew weak in the knees again.
To ease the pressure on his wobbly legs he laid himself down atop the altar, pressing his chest against the cool surface. The fingers on one hand curled around the far edge of the tabletop, clutching it to anchor himself, and he hid his mouth in the back of the other, muffling each sound that Hua Cheng sweetly pulled from him.
The next time Hua Cheng teased his entrance was when he finally added another finger, the second sliding in alongside the first without any word of warning. Xie Lian arched his back even further in delight, pushing his ass up and out toward Hua Cheng’s hand, and Hua Cheng rewarded his enthusiasm with a gentle crook of his fingers, massaging the soft spot that made Xie Lian drip terribly all over the floor.
He moaned and drooled over the back of his hand. With his teeth around a knuckle, he whined, “S-San Lang.”
Slender fingers laced themselves between his own as Hua Cheng laid a hand atop the one he gripped the table with. He felt Hua Cheng lean over him, and his neck was marked up with love bites and warm kisses as the fingers inside him fucked faster, loosening him well in preparation for his good and thorough breeding.
He didn’t dare forget what this whole thing was about to begin with.
He rocked into the rhythm of Hua Cheng’s hand, shamelessly asking for more as he desperately sought the meaning of that wretched word. But it backfired, as Hua Cheng suddenly slipped his fingers out, leaving Xie Lian feeling dazed and more than a little disappointed.
“Nnh, what…?”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured in Xie Lian’s ear. “Can you walk to the bed, or should I carry you there?”
Xie Lian shifted his hazy gaze, and he stared at the impossibly wide couch on the other side of the altar, where he and Hua Cheng often sat to practise writing or do other fun things with their hands. He definitely could’ve walked to it, but his mind was scrambled and he was incurably needy. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it this time.
When he didn’t answer, Hua Cheng stood up straight and swiftly scooped him into his arms, carrying him as he would his bride—which was exactly what happened long ago, when Xie Lian was his bride. Similarly, Xie Lian now clung to Hua Cheng’s neck, just as blissfully afraid of what was to come as he was on his wedding night.
He was gently laid on the bed, but before he could get comfortable, Hua Cheng encouraged him to roll over onto his belly. He did, and he turned his cheek to the pillow, watching as Hua Cheng slowly untied his own robe, almost making a show of it just for him. Excitement rapidly swelled within him, and he curled his fingers into the sides of his pillow as one inch after another of his husband’s ghostly pale skin was revealed to him.
Without shedding his robe completely, only leaving it open much like Xie Lian’s own, Hua Cheng climbed up onto the bed, settling down with a knee on either side of Xie Lian’s legs. He took hold of Xie Lian’s robe and he tossed it up over his hips again, exposing his plush cheeks and his soft yet slightly swollen hole.
Xie Lian’s nape was peppered with kisses as Hua Cheng hovered over him. A comfortable weight settled on his backside, and he shivered when he felt Hua Cheng’s cock slip between his cheeks. He didn’t need any more oil than what was already there, as his body was plenty willing, and he delighted in feeling a bit of friction.
He held his breath, and he waited for it. His belly tied itself in knots as he grew pleasantly anxious, and his toes curled. He dragged his pillow beneath his chin, holding it tightly in his arms, and he nipped at his lower lip.
All at once and ever so slowly, Hua Cheng finally sheathed himself inside him.
“San Lang…” he breathed.
He whined shortly after as the full presence of Hua Cheng’s cock caught up with him. He pushed his hips up, but he found that he could go no further, as Hua Cheng’s hips were already flush with his own. Frustrated, he clenched his pillow tighter and buried his mouth in it, muffling whatever awful sound was sure to slip out next.
Above him, Hua Cheng moaned quietly, and he said, “You’re so warm, gege.”
Without waiting for a response, as Xie Lian rarely dignified such candid words with one, Hua Cheng began to move. His thrusts were deep and measured, and the angle at which he drove his hips downward had the tip of his cock grinding perfectly against Xie Lian’s sweet spot, drawing delicate sounds from the back of his throat that his pillow had no hope of hiding.
It was gentle and tender at first, and each time Hua Cheng’s hips met Xie Lian’s ass it nudged him forward a little. The head of Xie Lian’s cock, pinned between his belly and the couch beneath him, rubbed wonderfully against the bedding when he was pushed, altogether making for a blissful assault from both sides.
His eyes fluttered shut as he found himself in true heaven. He felt Hua Cheng tug down the loose collar of his open robe, revealing the tops of his shoulders and a bit of his upper back. His flushed skin was littered with kisses, some short and sweet, others long and thoughtful, leaving behind proof of Hua Cheng’s dedication.
Already, he yearned for release. It was so close he could taste it. The pillow grew wet between his teeth as he slowly edged toward letting go, but he couldn’t seem to tip over. It still felt like something was missing, like—
Like he hadn’t been bred yet.
Turning his cheek to the pillow again, he glanced back at Hua Cheng with lust-filled, half-lidded eyes. “It’s… it’s so good, San Lang,” he whispered, filling his husband’s ears with sweet praise that was sure to get him what he wanted. “I’m almost… almost there…”
“Tell me, then,” Hua Cheng hurriedly whispered. “How many times should San Lang finish inside you?”
Xie Lian’s face was already terribly warm, but Hua Cheng’s words set it ablaze.
He’d be a fierce liar if he said he didn’t have the tiniest thing for humiliation. He melted whenever Hua Cheng spoke to him like that, especially when it forced him to give an embarrassing answer in return. He was awful at being blunt about what he wanted, but Hua Cheng always seemed to have a way to coax it out of him. Like now, for instance, what with Hua Cheng still fucking him at the same agonizing pace as when he started.
He wanted to come so badly that he was almost willing to say or do whatever Hua Cheng wanted him to.
“Gege?”
“Ah… a-as many times as… San Lang wants,” Xie Lian finally admitted.
He didn’t know how much would suffice for a proper breeding, after all.
“Is that right?” Hua Cheng murmured, still rolling his hips down terribly slowly. “What does gege want, though?”
“I-I don’t know…” Xie Lian mumbled deliriously. “A-All of it. I want all of it, San Lang…”
Hua Cheng’s pace stuttered for a moment, and he breathed a shaky sigh through his nose.
“All of it…?” he asked quietly. A moment later his tone dropped and sharpened, as he said right in Xie Lian’s ear, “How greedy. Does gege want me to get him pregnant that badly?”
“San Lang!”
Xie Lian had no time to kick up a fuss about how shameless Hua Cheng was. It was as if his own shameless words had set something off within Hua Cheng, as all of a sudden his husband’s cock felt downright intrusive.
It wasn’t gentle and tender anymore. He was fucked harder, faster, somehow deeper than before, though he was sure that was just his imagination taking over as his soft spot was mercilessly pounded. He couldn’t think straight, form words beyond his husband’s name, or even dig his fingernails out from within the pillow that he’d begun to claw at. All he could do was lie there, spread his legs a little wider, and take it—which he gladly did.
“San Lang, I—I can’t,” he managed to bite out. “I’m—”
One of Hua Cheng’s hands clasped his own, trembling as it held him tightly. It didn’t ease him back from the edge, but it did tell him that someone else was losing it faster than he was. Ever so thoughtful, Hua Cheng always tried to satisfy him first, but once in a while he couldn’t—and Xie Lian loved when it turned out that way.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng moaned. He nipped at Xie Lian’s neck, and breathlessly, he whispered, “F-Forgive me…”
His ferocious pace broke, and Xie Lian’s ears buzzed with the pleasant sound of his husband’s long, low groan. With one last thrust Hua Cheng unravelled first, burying himself deep inside to finally give Xie Lian a sense of being well and truly filled at last.
Not a drop was spilled as Hua Cheng stayed perfectly still, his cock faintly twitching as he spent himself. Xie Lian revelled in the spreading warmth and the gentle pulsing he felt, moaning quietly into his pillow as he still teetered on the edge. He ached to join Hua Cheng in his bliss, but he waited obediently for him to finish first instead, allowing Hua Cheng to fulfill the first part of his promise to do it right.
Once Hua Cheng relaxed he tried to pull out a little, and Xie Lian suddenly reached back, grasping at his hip.
“N-No, don’t… don’t move,” he said quickly. “It might… come out…”
…
For an awfully long time, all he could hear was the horrible sound of his harsh, laboured panting. He couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth, and apparently, given his total silence, Hua Cheng couldn’t either.
He dropped his face into his pillow just as he heard Hua Cheng breathe a soft, wicked laugh near his ear.
“Mm. We can’t have that, can we?” Hua Cheng said.
Slowly, Hua Cheng lowered his hips until they were snug against one another, hilting himself once more.
It pulled the tiniest sound from Xie Lian’s mouth, just barely hidden by the pillow, though it couldn’t escape Hua Cheng’s sharp ears. Hua Cheng’s cock was still hard and eager as if he’d never exhausted himself to begin with, and on the way back in he seemed to knead and massage every last tender spot that Xie Lian had in him.
In no time at all, Hua Cheng fell back into an easy rhythm of fucking Xie Lian leisurely, riding into him with long, deep strokes. He’d pull back until he nearly slipped out, but keen to keep Xie Lian full and well-bred, he made sure to only go so far as to tease Xie Lian’s entrance before effortlessly sinking all the way back in.
For Xie Lian, it was as heavenly as it was frustrating. It was so slow that it was almost unbearable, each stroke carving a trail of fire along his insides that he was so close to dousing. But Hua Cheng seemed to want him to burn a while longer. He was used to being spoiled, always fucked at whatever pace he asked for and almost always finishing first, and so he hardly knew what to do with himself now that he’d effectively been denied.
His eyes grew teary as he began to rut against the bed beneath him, rolling his hips each time Hua Cheng sank into him as he desperately sought release. Hua Cheng moved so smoothly through him now after finishing that each time their hips met his ears were filled with lewd sounds, adding fuel to the fire inside him. It was all so wet and terribly obscene… but he didn’t hate it nearly as much as he craved even more of it.
When he finally couldn’t take it anymore, he raised his head from the pillow, and he uttered, “Don’t… s-stop…”
“Almost there?” Hua Cheng whispered.
Having been almost there for what felt like ages already, Xie Lian couldn’t bring himself to speak again. He gave a stiff nod before he went right back to grinding against the bed just right, trying to time each clumsy roll of his hips with Hua Cheng’s steady thrusts into him.
His eyes closed as he tried to focus, but his ears perked at the sound of Hua Cheng’s ragged breathing.
“… You don’t even need that pill, do you?” Hua Cheng murmured.
Curious, Xie Lian peered back, only to find Hua Cheng giving him a smouldering look. His husband’s gaze burned with something far deeper than lust as it drank in the sight of him, devouring his flushed face, his glossy eyes, and his parted lips, still damp and silky from the last time he wet them with a quick swipe of his tongue.
“… No. Of course you don’t,” Hua Cheng rambled intensely. “Look at you. You were made for this.”
Xie Lian couldn’t help but follow that gaze as it travelled further down, watching as Hua Cheng passionately admired how his hair clung to his nape and shoulders where they peeked out of his robe. He whimpered once Hua Cheng’s attention made it all the way down, where it fixated for a while on how red and soft and swollen he surely was where they were joined, what with his ass still eagerly taking everything Hua Cheng had for him.
He was a mess all over, both inside and out, and it was exactly how Hua Cheng liked it.
“How long have you wanted San Lang to breed you, hm?” Hua Cheng cooed, murmuring sweetly in Xie Lian’s ear as he tucked some hair behind it. “How long have you been waiting for me to get you pregnant?”
At that, Xie Lian’s mind went blank, and he could barely form a single thought anymore. But he knew that he liked whatever Hua Cheng just said, or that his body did, at least, given how tightly he clenched around him.
“I-I don’t know,” Xie Lian gasped, his voice light and delicate. “I don’t—ah!”
His release was sudden, catching him wildly off guard. He whimpered softly with each breath out as he spilled all over the bedding beneath him, his hips still gently rolling forward every time his belly tightened and twitched.
The silk sheets were soaked and slippery by the time he was done, yet he couldn’t stop indulging himself. He was lightheaded, and everything everywhere just felt so good. He hardly took more than a few seconds to rest before he began to push back earnestly into Hua Cheng, slowly fucking himself on his husband’s cock and rubbing his own through the mess he just made.
Breathless and frantic, he mumbled, “S-San Lang, I—ah… I think I’m… in heat…”
…
Wait, what? In heat? Had he gone mad?
He wasn’t an animal. What was he even saying anymore?
His cheeks warmed until they were a violent shade of red. But even a lapse in shamelessness wasn’t enough to stop him from taking what he wanted, and so his hips never slowed. Hua Cheng was so hot and hard and likely moments away from breeding him for the second time tonight. He wasn’t about to do anything that would jeopardize that. The goal was, after all, to get pregnant… right?
In the meantime, Hua Cheng froze. It seemed that Xie Lian was finally comfortable enough to play along now.
In awe of what he heard, he uttered, “Is that so?” Then his gaze grew dark, and as he leaned in close to Xie Lian’s ear again he softly whispered, “What can San Lang do to help, then?”
Xie Lian’s lower lip quivered as he tried to hold back an unwanted moan. He really didn’t want to say anything for fear of sounding more unhinged, but he couldn’t resist the allure of Hua Cheng’s feigned innocence.
He buried his mouth in his pillow again as he quietly mumbled, “San Lang can… k-keep going.”
“You want me to keep going?”
Xie Lian never had a chance to answer, as Hua Cheng suddenly forced his hips down to the bed with his own.
He couldn’t rock back against Hua Cheng anymore, as Hua Cheng set the pace himself, fucking him into the mattress with hard, deep strokes. It was ruthless, and more than a little domineering, but Xie Lian couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He shut his eyes, pressed his cheek to the pillow, and arched his back just right, opening himself up as much as he could in order for Hua Cheng to find release.
“Like that?” Hua Cheng asked, his tone rough and heavy. “Is that what you need?”
“Yes,” Xie Lian stressed, crying sharply. “Y-Yes, yes, San Lang—”
Overwhelmed and overstimulated, Xie Lian found himself ready to come again, though he knew it’d be some time yet before he could finish properly. He gnawed on his pillow to shut himself up, nearly biting holes in the seam as Hua Cheng railed him, but a long, impassioned moan soon drowned out all of his own cries anyway.
Hua Cheng had come inside him again, and it wasn’t just his voice that gave it away but also how he bucked up tightly against Xie Lian’s hips, pinning him firmly to the bed. His weight was heavy but comfortable as he settled atop Xie Lian’s back, and for a moment he didn’t move, preventing Xie Lian from squirming too much.
With every inch of Hua Cheng inside him, Xie Lian felt truly stuffed, and while another load filling his belly did almost nothing to sate his newfound appetite, he was otherwise quite content. He’d gotten Hua Cheng off twice now, and still he was eager for more. He could hardly wait to watch and feel as his husband came apart again and again, so he did his best to lie there and rest, giving his weary body a fair enough chance to recover.
Hua Cheng on the other hand, while a thousand percent willing to keep things going, laid still like a blanket, fully draped over Xie Lian’s back. Every so often he’d pleasantly murmur, “Gege… oh, gege…” mostly to himself, while lazily marking the crook of Xie Lian’s neck with the messiest of kisses.
Feeling pampered and spoiled, Xie Lian sighed. He shifted his hips to get comfy, but he ended up nudging the tip of Hua Cheng’s cock into a rather sensitive spot, forcing himself to moan in an obviously needy way.
All of a sudden Hua Cheng’s tone slipped down a notch, and heatedly, he said one last, “Gege…”
Without warning, Hua Cheng got up on his knees, and he brought Xie Lian’s hips right along with him. Not once did he pull out as he went, keeping them firmly locked together as he dragged Xie Lian up onto his knees as well, leaving only his upper half down on the bed to make for an altogether salacious display.
Holding tight enough to keep Xie Lian still, but not quite tight enough to bruise him, Hua Cheng set the pace once more. Xie Lian gasped and trembled while wondering how Hua Cheng still had it in him. They’d never gone at it so many times in a row without a decent break in between, and given the way things were going, he wasn’t sure that he’d even see one at all. He was eager for more, sure, but… maybe not quite so soon?
“San Lang!” he cried. “I-I can’t, ah—it’s too much…”
“You can,” Hua Cheng reassured. “I know you can.”
Xie Lian groaned, and he felt his cock twitch. Hua Cheng’s faith in him could be such a nuisance sometimes.
Because Hua Cheng wasn’t wrong. Xie Lian knew he could do it too. He’d take everything that was given to him and then some. He wasn’t weak. He wasn’t about to give up after a few rounds, not when Hua Cheng was trying so hard to get him pregnant. His husband couldn’t be the only one putting in the effort to make it happen.
If being bred meant he was to be fucked and filled until his legs gave out and he lost his mind, then… so be it.
It wasn’t easy, but Xie Lian managed to get himself up on his hands, and with a bit more leverage on his side he began to rock back into Hua Cheng, keen to meet his thrusts halfway. He had every intent to earn his next breeding instead of lying there waiting for it, so he did his very best to show Hua Cheng exactly that, sending his hips back a little harder each time whenever Hua Cheng drove forward into him.
“So good, gege,” Hua Cheng murmured, leisurely rolling his hips into each of Xie Lian’s thrusts. With one hand keeping Xie Lian steady, he used the other to stroke along his lower back, petting him softly. “Look at you.”
Xie Lian’s ears burned as he was praised. He didn’t dare think about how scandalous he looked, but he was thrilled to know that his unsightly appearance never failed to drive Hua Cheng wild, at least.
Just as he was getting into a really nice rhythm, he was forced to stop. Hua Cheng took him under the arms before pulling him up the rest of the way, leaning him back against his chest. He’d been down on the mattress for so long that it made his head spin, but thankfully, Hua Cheng saw fit to pause and give him time to adjust.
A moment later, he murmured, “Oh… San Lang…”
His weight bore down a bit on Hua Cheng’s cock this time instead of the other way around, and he rolled his hips in slow circles, marvelling at how the angle made each sensation feel so much different.
Hua Cheng set his chin on Xie Lian’s shoulder, and they peered at one another with hazy, low-lidded eyes.
“You like that?” Hua Cheng whispered.
“Mhm.”
“Stay with me, then,” Hua Cheng added. “Just like this.”
Xie Lian nodded.
He wasn’t sure why Hua Cheng decided to slow things down a bit, but he wasn’t about to complain. He was happy to keep grinding his hips against Hua Cheng’s while his husband’s hands explored him, feeling up his chest, his belly, and the insides of his thighs, coming dangerously close to teasing his long-neglected erection.
One hand seemed to fixate on his lower belly in particular, and he watched as Hua Cheng worked it in smooth circles. Each caress was exceedingly gentle, as was every last kiss that was left along the side of his neck.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng whispered. “Your belly’s started to swell.”
Somehow, it was flattering to hear that. Xie Lian set his hand atop Hua Cheng’s, following it around his belly.
“I’m… too full,” he said with a contented sigh.
Hua Cheng laughed at how Xie Lian missed the point entirely. But it delighted him nonetheless to know that Xie Lian loved feeling full, and he showed that delight by taking Xie Lian by the hip again and gently guiding him back and forth on his cock, massaging him with slow, shallow strokes.
With his other hand he continued to pet Xie Lian as if there really was a precious new life growing inside him. He allowed himself a selfish moment to think about what that might actually look like before he finally moved on, running his hand up Xie Lian’s belly to his chest instead.
He thumbed at a nipple, pushing its stiff peak around with the pad of his finger. Both were just as red and hard as the other after Xie Lian spent so much time face-down on the bed, so they were a little on the sensitive side, with each touch drawing soft mewls from Xie Lian’s reluctant lips.
“And these,” Hua Cheng said. “They’re so swollen, too.”
Xie Lian felt that he might be delusional on account of being fucked senseless. But when he looked down, his nipples really did look a bit more tender than usual. Hua Cheng hadn’t even played with them that much, either.
It was then that he finally clued in, realizing what Hua Cheng was alluding to, and his face warmed beautifully.
He knew he wasn’t really pregnant, nor that anyone’s body would ever change so quickly after becoming so. The small part of him that still clung to rationality told him as much every time Hua Cheng opened his mouth and said something that was somehow as hot as it was ridiculous. But his heart seemed to dance each time Hua Cheng implied that he was, and he couldn’t help but watch raptly as his body was so lovingly worshipped.
Oh, did he ever want Hua Cheng’s babies now more than anything.
A faint, longing moan left his throat before he suddenly seized Hua Cheng’s arms, locking them in place around his waist. He took charge and began to ride with abandon, plunging his hips back and forth, his ass meeting Hua Cheng’s hips hard enough that it was sure to burn as red as his face by the time he was done.
His cock leaked and bounced with each thrust, but he didn’t find it nearly as shameful as it was enchanting. It was pitifully pink and far more swollen than any other part of him, but he gripped Hua Cheng’s forearms so tightly that he wouldn’t have a chance to reach down and touch him there. He wanted to come without it, and he didn’t doubt for a second that he could. Hua Cheng fit so perfectly inside him that there was simply no need.
As he openly worked to pleasure himself, Hua Cheng panted heavily in his ear. “You’re doing so well, taking care of your husband like this,” he told him, praising him with the sort of nonsense that he absolutely loved.
He threw his head back, laying it on Hua Cheng’s shoulder. Tears pricked his eyes, and his thighs quivered.
“That’s it,” Hua Cheng cooed in a hushed whisper. “Gege’s going to be such a good mother—”
“San Lang!”
This time, they came together, surprising them both.
Xie Lian cried out loudly, and as he spilled his seed Hua Cheng snapped his hips forward a few times, working every last drop from him. His own release followed closely, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning almost wantonly in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck, as a third time in such quick succession had utterly exhausted him.
He panted and gasped to catch his breath, even though he really didn’t need to, while Xie Lian went limp in his arms. He kissed and nipped at Xie Lian’s neck like a madman, leaving red marks in a frenzy while he rode out the last few waves. When his arms were freed he dropped a hand to Xie Lian’s belly, and he put the slightest bit of pressure on it. It didn’t feel any bigger, but just knowing how much he’d spent himself inside was enough.
At least until Xie Lian suddenly said, “More… I-I want more. It’s… it’s not… enough.”
Hua Cheng groaned as Xie Lian’s words went straight to his core, stirring up an interest that had no business being stirred. “Gege… I’m exhausted,” he laughed. “I’ll gladly give you more, but… give me some time.”
Xie Lian hummed distractedly, but otherwise fell silent.
His gaze was locked on the mess he’d made all over the sheets. It made him think about how much of a mess Hua Cheng had made inside him, and how much more he could still have, if he’d only try a little harder. He was actually a bit disappointed to hear that Hua Cheng was tired, as it was only moments ago that he was baffled by his husband’s stamina, seemingly endless when he’d pulled him up and fucked him the way he’d wanted to.
But his yearning for more soon gave way to an idea. An idea so perfect it made his mouth grow wet.
It didn’t really matter that Hua Cheng was tired. Not when Xie Lian could easily take over.
“I’m… sorry, San Lang,” he whispered. “But I don’t think I can wait.”
Before Hua Cheng could protest, Xie Lian slipped off his cock for the first time since it entered him. He quickly tucked a hand between his cheeks, pressing gingerly against his entrance with the tips of his fingers to make sure nothing leaked out, and then he swiftly turned around to push Hua Cheng down flat on his back.
The bewildered look in Hua Cheng’s eye was entirely too captivating, as was the way he still stood at attention, his cock hard and ready for more despite the rest of him. Xie Lian couldn’t help himself. He wasted no time in mounting him, his body greedily accepting Hua Cheng back inside without a hint of a burn, stretch, or ache.
“Gege—” Hua Cheng breathed, watching intensely.
Xie Lian looked down at him with sultry, low-lidded eyes. The tops of his cheeks were warm and full, and the ghost of a smile slightly curled the corners of his lips, which he languidly ran the tip of his tongue along to wet.
He planted his hands on Hua Cheng’s chest, and he rolled his hips forward and back, grinding smoothly. Hua Cheng’s fingers finally bruised him as they clutched the soft flesh of his thighs, where he anchored himself until he grew tired of feeling Xie Lian’s robe tickling his skin. They let go of one another just long enough for Hua Cheng to hastily tug it off before they went right back at it, grinding and kneading as if they’d never stopped.
“I-I want it, San Lang,” Xie Lian moaned. “I didn’t even take the pill and I want it so badly.”
“Tell me more,” Hua Cheng whispered. “Tell San Lang exactly what you want.”
“I want… to be bred,” Xie Lian quietly whimpered. “I want to feel San Lang inside me all night.”
Hua Cheng was beside himself. It was rare for Xie Lian to talk like that, and he deeply regretted not loosing one of his butterflies before the night began. If he let one out to record now, though, it might spoil the mood. Xie Lian’s dignity was delicate; it could shatter at any time and send him running to bury his face in the dirt.
He settled for living in the moment instead, and praying with all his might that this wouldn’t be the last time they did this. His hands latched on to Xie Lian’s hips to give him his full attention as well as a bit of encouragement, as he began to push and pull in time with Xie Lian’s rhythm, expertly guiding him on and off his cock.
Xie Lian showed his appreciation with his own hands, giving Hua Cheng’s pecs a gentle squeeze between his spread fingers. He was beyond ready to come again, but he didn’t want to let go of Hua Cheng in order to tease himself. Not when he’d already had an incredible hands-free finish just a short time ago.
He didn’t have to fight with himself for long, though, as Hua Cheng saw fit to take care of him instead, winding an unusually warm hand around his aching cock. He moaned loudly as Hua Cheng caressed him slowly, allowing him to loosely fuck his hand each time he rolled his hips forward. His rutting grew much more frantic, and it wasn’t long before he began to twitch, dripping terribly all over Hua Cheng’s belly.
“Come for me,” Hua Cheng urged sweetly. “You’ve worked so hard, gege. It’s okay.”
He never once looked away from Xie Lian’s face as he asked him to come, and that was enough for Xie Lian to immediately do as he was told. Xie Lian’s eyes glazed with tears and his lips parted for a soft cry as he finished again, his hips grinding to a sudden halt on his next roll back once Hua Cheng was fully seated inside him.
When the mess had been made and the tremors finally subsided, he dropped his head between his shoulders, and he panted almost violently. He now knew exactly what Hua Cheng meant when he’d said he was tired. He was more than content to call it quits at this point, having had his usual fill and then some, even if he did say he wanted Hua Cheng inside him all night. As fun as it sounded, it just wasn’t realistic, and they both knew that.
But… there was a problem. Hua Cheng was still hard inside him, and he couldn’t bear to leave him like that.
He raised his head, and with his arms trembling under the pressure of holding himself up he tried his best to roll his hips again. It pulled a low, almost hoarse groan from Hua Cheng’s throat, but before he could try for another and really go for a proper ride, Hua Cheng grabbed him by the waist, holding him still.
“Lie down, gege,” Hua Cheng said softly. “Let me do the work.”
Xie Lian nodded. It was all he could do until he could find the strength to speak again.
He squeezed Hua Cheng with his legs, trying his hardest to hold on tight, while Hua Cheng gingerly sat up and cradled him against his chest before slowly rolling them both over. Laid on his back, Xie Lian melted into the same pillows that he’d pushed Hua Cheng down into earlier, and he couldn’t resist burying his hands in Hua Cheng’s inky hair as it fell around him, tangling his fingers into the smooth locks at the nape of his neck.
His heart raced so much faster once Hua Cheng smiled at him, and with his hands so conveniently placed at the back of Hua Cheng’s head he figured he may as well use them to ask for a kiss. He pushed ever so gently, and Hua Cheng obliged, tilting his head enough so that he could mouth the softest kiss into Xie Lian’s lips.
With that, Hua Cheng began to move with the intent to make love. His hips dipped and rocked slowly as he massaged himself, knowing that Xie Lian was already spent and only offering himself now as a means of getting him off too. It was wildly sweet and generous, and it only made Hua Cheng that much more hot for him. But he kept his pace measured and steady, despite it all, lest he end up getting Xie Lian too excited again.
“You know…” he quietly mused. “If I don’t get you pregnant this time, we’ll have to do this again tomorrow.”
Xie Lian moaned softly, and he thought it over. He’d been through so much already. They both knew that he couldn’t get pregnant, so… did that mean Hua Cheng was promising to fuck him like this again regardless?
He shivered. There was no way he could handle that. Or… was there?
He was a martial god, after all. His body was capable of great things. And he loved his husband terribly, too.
Of course he could do it.
“What if…” he started. He paused to swallow a moan as Hua Cheng accidentally struck him deep, sending a sudden burst of heat through his lower belly. “Nnh, San Lang, what if… what if it doesn’t work tomorrow, either? Will you… do it again the next day?”
Hua Cheng inhaled sharply, then breathed a husky laugh. “Yes. And every day after that. What do you think?”
Xie Lian nodded fervently. Every day sounded divine.
He wound his legs tightly around Hua Cheng’s hips, pulling him closer each time he thrust forward. He wanted Hua Cheng deeper despite his efforts not to go that far, and as always, Hua Cheng couldn’t deny him anything. He guided Hua Cheng’s face with his hands until their foreheads gently touched, and from there he was able to watch as his husband slowly came undone, feeling his staggered breath upon his face with each soft moan.
“San Lang,” he whispered, mouthing the words against Hua Cheng’s parted lips. “One more time…”
“Almost,” Hua Cheng whispered back. “Almost…”
“I want it all,” Xie Lian said quietly, repeating what he’d said earlier. He gasped as Hua Cheng fucked him a little faster, and with a fierce blush burning his cheeks he stuttered, “M-Make me pregnant, S-San Lang—”
“Oh, Your Highness…”
Hua Cheng couldn’t keep his eye open any longer as he quietly let go. The look on his face became impossibly soft, so much so that Xie Lian couldn’t help but shower him with butterfly kisses as he blinked away a few stray tears. When Hua Cheng finally collapsed atop him, Xie Lian was all too happy to hold him in his arms, rubbing his back with one hand while petting his hair with the other, utterly doting on him with the gentlest of touches.
He didn’t move for a while afterwards, nor did he really want to. Neither did Hua Cheng, for that matter. Xie Lian relished the thought of keeping Hua Cheng inside him for as long as he could, ensuring that nothing was lost or wasted like his own mess that he’d made all over the sheets. With what little strength he had left he hitched his legs as tight as they would go around Hua Cheng’s hips, until eventually he grew too tired for it.
After that, he dozed off for a bit, with the last thing he felt being the gentle strokes of a hand on his lower belly.
A little while later they finally laid side-by-side on their backs, resting in a mostly blissful daze.
Neither of them spoke as they took some time to compose themselves… or if Hua Cheng had, Xie Lian never heard him. He could hardly hear himself think, let alone listen to anyone else, as his heart hadn’t quite stopped racing yet. It happily pounded away in his ears; an incessant thump, thump that was starting to drive him mad.
See, his dignity had finally begun to return, albeit slowly. Thankfully, it meant he wasn’t flooded with shame all at once, as he could only recall little snippets of all the indecent things he’d said and done at a time. That only made his actions marginally easier to digest, however. He’d have much rather remembered none of it at all.
…
That was a lie. He couldn’t deny that he absolutely loved everything about what they’d done. He just found it difficult to accept that he had a… wild side, is all. But that was nothing new. Even Hua Cheng knew as much.
He just wished he could bear it without setting his face on fire every time, at the very least. But that probably wouldn’t be for a few more years yet. Or maybe even decades, for all he knew. He did lead a very pure life for a very long time before Hua Cheng came along and veered him way off track.
He sighed softly, but lightheartedly. Raising a heavy hand to his face, he lazily brushed his still-damp hair away from his face. From the corner of his eye he could see that Hua Cheng was watching him intently, so he slowly turned his head, only to find a surprisingly cheerful and well-rested face staring back at him.
“I think that’s the hardest you’ve worked me so far, gege,” Hua Cheng beamed.
Xie Lian’s face softened for a moment, his eyes slightly widening. A second later, he felt terribly embarrassed. He righted himself, looking straight up at the ceiling again, and he pretended he hadn’t heard Hua Cheng at all.
“I mean it,” Hua Cheng shamelessly continued. “You made me come four times in a row.”
Xie Lian threw his arm over his eyes, hiding in the crook of his elbow. “San Lang, stop,” he whined. “Honestly.”
His petulance earned him a deep laugh from Hua Cheng, which only made his heart flutter even more. His arm slid down just enough to reveal one eye, and he used it to shoot daggers at the awful man beside him.
There was a dazzling smile on Hua Cheng’s face, though, and because of that, Xie Lian caved in seconds. He dropped his arm, sighed, and turned his head to the side again. On his own face he wore the tiniest of smiles.
He kept quiet and simply watched as Hua Cheng rolled onto his side, making the already small gap between them seem that much smaller. Then Hua Cheng propped up an elbow and rested his head in his hand, which gave him a much better view of Xie Lian in all his naked, sweat-soaked, and tangled-haired glory.
Xie Lian wanted nothing more than to cover up once he realized Hua Cheng was eyeing him hungrily. But Hua Cheng pounced first, laying a hand on his lower belly that he began to lovingly move around in slow circles.
His muscles quivered delightfully beneath Hua Cheng’s fingertips, and then his heart noticeably skipped a beat as he suddenly recalled how many times he’d been touched in that one spot, specifically. Not only had that devilish hand helped to make him see stars all evening, but it also gave away the fact that Hua Cheng had a bit of a thing for envisioning him with the rounded belly of an expectant mother.
It wasn’t something he’d ever imagined for himself, nor did he think he ever would. But now that he knew Hua Cheng had a deep interest in going down that path with him, he couldn’t seem to get the idea out of his head.
He might just have to reconsider taking that atrocious little pill after all.
“Ah… San Lang,” he mumbled, his expression complicated. “You know I’m not really… pregnant, right?”
Hua Cheng sighed impressively. “I know. A shame, really. What do you think we should do about that?”
Xie Lian raised a brow. He couldn’t quite tell if Hua Cheng was being serious or not, which was… alarming.
“You’re not really going to do all of that to me again,” he asked slowly. “… Are you?”
“Hm? Why not? Every day means every day, right?”