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As Xie Lian knows, hindsight is one hell of a bitch.
In hindsight, he probably should not have gone to the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods.
In hindsight, he should not have gone in just his inner robes, assuming that he would not meet anyone and deeming it safe enough for no outer clothing.
And especially, in hindsight, he should not have tripped into the nest of butterfly silk.
Xie Lian, God of Hindsight—it’s not that bad actually, he thinks, laughing a bit to himself, it can go with his God of Misfortune quite well.
That laugh is cut off as another silk thread caresses the inside of his thigh.
Xie Lian makes a truly embarrassing sound, and the only reprieve he can get is to smush his face further into the soft silk. Even that doesn’t help much, because it only serves to remind him of the very mortifying position he’s in.
He’d fallen head first, the silk cushioning him, but immediately after, the silk had risen up to hold him in a makeshift embrace, securing itself on his chest and tying his wrists together at the base of his spine.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t make any other restraints, and Xie Lian can move his body from the waist down. He probably should kick his way out, but his spiritual power will probably set everything aflame, and Xie Lian feels safe, as he is wont to do with anything that concerns Hua Cheng, and he can even settle comfortably in the nest.
That is, until a tendril of sick had brushed against his thighs and, well—
Xie Lian’s where he is now, hips canted up into the air to avoid rubbing against the soft silk, but the damn relentless thing won’t stop shifting every few minutes and keeping him on edge—
Dianxia?
San Lang! Yeah, hi, hello—
Gege?
Xie Lian lets out a mix between a laugh and a squeak, because the sentient silk wraps itself around both of his thighs and yanks them further apart. The whimper he lets out at the rough treatment and the feeling of being exposed even though he’s wearing clothes goes through his mind, because in the next second, Hua Cheng’s voice floats through, definitely more worried than before. Gege, is something wrong? What happened?
Ahaha, nothing, nothing! I’m fine—ah!
Xie Lian can hear the frown in Hua Cheng’s voice as he says, gege, where are you?
He burrows his head into the silk once more, and he’s sure his cheeks are bright red by now, and tries not to stutter as he replies to Hua Cheng. Ah, in the cave…
Cave?
Cave of Ten Thousand Gods.
Ah, gege, I could’ve come with you…
Xie Lian wails internally that he wants to look at the murals Hua Cheng drew! Having Hua Cheng there with him will make him spontaneously combust, he’s sure, and besides, Hua Cheng has his own duties to attend to. Xie Lian can’t have him babying him at any given moment.
No, no, it’s fine! Why did—ah, why did San Lang decide to talk to me suddenly?
Xie Lian can envision the smirk in Hua Cheng’s voice as he says, gege, did you not know that I can feel the butterfly silk around you?
Xie Lian’s mouth goes dry.
…does—does that mean Hua Cheng can—
Unbidden, this, this thought, has Xie Lian rutting forward with a small moan.
…gege?
San Lang, ah! Can—can you—
I’ll be over in a minute, gege, Hua Cheng says, and then the line gets cut off. Xie Lian barely has a breath to spare for himself when the silk starts caressing his thighs again, getting dangerously close to—
A figure drops down beside him, and Xie Lian rejoices before realizing that Hua Cheng, will see him. Like this—all, all tied up and needy.
‘San Lang—!’ he makes to say, but it’s too late—Hua Cheng already has a palm light lit, and Xie Lian flushes as the light illuminates his entire body.
Xie Lian turns his head away as quick as he can, not wanting to see Hua Cheng’s expression, at him looking so…helpless.
He shifts nervously, and he can feel Hua Cheng’s eyes snap to—to his lower body, which is still raised up in the air, Xie Lian realizes with no small amount of mortification, and despite Hua Cheng’s lingering gaze on him, his—his (annoying! embarrassing!) hardness hasn’t even let up a little bit!
Hua Cheng doesn’t say anything, and Xie Lian peeks at him out of the corner of his eye.
And he gulps.
Because Hua Cheng looks…predatory is the only way to put it, Xie Lian thinks, very hysterically, and he would be lying if he said that it doesn’t turn him on even more.
(And in hindsight, Xie Lian probably should have known that abstinence for eight hundred years would catch up to him in this way.)
‘S-San Lang?’ Xie Lian says, and hates how his voice shakes from mortified nervousness.
He sees Hua Cheng’s eye snap to him again, but just as he shakes his head and makes to come towards Xie Lian, the silk finally decides it’s time to gather around Xie Lian’s cock.
He’s unable to hold back a whine, jerking his hips forward in search of more friction, and then he remembers that Hua Cheng is still here and stops himself from moving further.
In the silence that follows, Xie Lian’s sure that this, this one moment in his entire life makes his soul leave his body rather than anything else he’s gone through.
‘San Lang,’ Xie Lian says, but it comes out as more of a whimper than anything else.
He hears a soft chuckle, and then Hua Cheng comes to kneel in front of him.
Can he not do that, Xie Lian thinks, a tad bit hysterically, like, can he restrain himself from putting me at eye level with his dick?! I’m not the God of strong willpower!
Even if he was, Xie Lian still wouldn’t have resisted leaning forward and nuzzling his cheek against the inside of Hua Cheng’s thigh.
‘Gege?’ Hua Cheng says, and he sounds breathless. Xie Lian looks up towards him and he almost, almost comes at the look on Hua Cheng’s face—raw and hungry and looking like he wants to devour Xie Lian whole.
And Xie Lian would let him.
‘Gege,’ Hua Cheng says again, and Xie Lian takes his chance to press a wet kiss to the bulge in Hua Cheng’s pants, ‘gege, wait—‘
Xie Lian doesn’t stop, because hell if he’s going to be embarrassed, Hua Cheng should come right along with him. (In more ways than one, his traitorous mind tells him.)
Above him, Hua Cheng lets out a punched-out gasp when Xie Lian continues with his ministrations, hands coming up to grasp at Xie Lian’s hair.
But after a while, it isn’t enough. Xie Lian is overcome with the thought that he would, very willingly, let Hua Cheng fuck him like this, with him tied up and Hua Cheng having his way with him.
The thought turns him on so much that he whines, murmuring ‘off’ against the side of Hua Cheng’s thigh.
But saying that makes Hua Cheng snap out of his stupor, and he hastily removes his hands from Xie Lian’s hair. Xie Lian doesn’t even berate himself for the truly embarrassing whine that leaves his lips.
‘Gege,’ Hua Cheng says, voice strained, ‘I love you very much, but you are not going to suck my dick in a cold, gloomy cave.’
‘I love San Lang too,’ Xie Lian says, panting, ‘But—‘
‘No,’ Hua Cheng informs him, and suddenly Xie Lian feels cold and he realizes that the silk wrapped around his body has finally retreated, and that he’s lying on the floor in a very unflattering position.
He rushes to sit up, but before he can even move a muscle, there’s a swish of red robes and Xie Lian finds himself in Hua Cheng’s arms with his outer robe covering him.
‘San Lang!’
‘Yes, gege?’ Hua Cheng asks, innocence laced in his voice, and Xie Lian has no choice but to hide his face in Hua Cheng’s shoulder.
Oh god his shoulders, Xie Lian thinks hysterically, his shoulders are so nice and broad and smooth—
‘Thank you, gege,’ Hua Cheng says, and Xie Lian takes a very long moment with his addled mind to realize that he said all those things out loud fuck—
He makes another embarrassing noise and goes back to burrowing his face into Hua Cheng’s shoulder, hoping to never come out again.
Xie Lian stays like that until he feels Hua Cheng lowering him onto a bed—their bed—and, unable to bear the embarrassment, he pulls Hua Cheng down along with him as well.
At least, he’s not that hard anymore—Xie Lian at least knows how to count small blessings.
Hua Cheng kisses the tip of his nose, and indulges Xie Lian with a soft smile.
(Xie Lian can’t help kissing him again.)
And, after that, Xie Lian, doing what Xie Lian does best, represses the entire incident. He pushes it out of his mind and continues on with Hua Cheng like nothing ever happened. The amused looks Hua Cheng sends his way tell him he’s not doing a very good job of it.
But at least he doesn’t mention it, and Xie Lian can forget that anything ever happened in just a few days.
And so when Hua Cheng mentions that he has a surprise for Xie Lian, he doesn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary.
Hua Cheng has surprised him with many things, and Xie Lian has found every one of them endearing—sometimes a bit much, but he still loves his husband nonetheless—and he doesn’t hesitate to follow Hua Cheng into one of the winding hallways.
‘Gege first,’ Hua Cheng says, stopping in front of a door and opening it. Xie Lian takes a second to thank him and then he steps in.
And then he stops.
Because—because this room would be normal, very absolutely normal—it is a very normal bedroom adorned with Hua Cheng’s maple colors, but there’s—
The entire room is covered in silk.
The silk glimmers silver in the low light of the room, and Xie Lian’s eyes grow wide as he takes in the view, where the silk is tastefully adorned throughout the entire room.
He whips his head around to look at Hua Cheng, who’s stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, holding something in his hands.
‘San Lang,’ Xie Lian says, and he doesn’t ask anything, but Hua Cheng knows, just as he always does.
‘Gege seemed pretty interested in my butterfly silk,’ Hua Cheng smiles, ‘Could San Lang make dianxia feel good with them?’
Xie Lian gapes at him. San Lang, do you…do you really want to kill this old god?
But Hua Cheng seems to take his silence as a negative, because he looks away and says, ‘It’s okay if gege doesn’t want it, I just thought—‘
‘No!’ Xie Lian yelps, flinging himself towards his husband, ‘I mean! I do! Want it!’
Hua Cheng looks at him in the eyes, and Xie Lian can’t stop himself from leaning forward and kissing Hua Cheng. (He shushes the tiny little thought asking if he can’t or if he simply doesn’t want to.)
He pulls away after a second, and tells Hua Cheng, ‘It’s fine, San Lang. I trust you, alright?’
A smile blooms across Hua Cheng’s face, and Xie Lian thinks he can never grow tired of watching him.
‘Then,’ Hua Cheng murmurs, ‘Will gege put this on for me?’
Xie Lian looks down to see a piece of slender silk. ‘This is?’
Hua Cheng kisses his forehead and says, ‘Let me?’
Xie Lian hums in acceptance, and lets Hua Cheng spin him around. Maybe it’s for tying his wrists up? They haven’t done it that way very much, but Xie Lian enjoys to nonetheless.
And then something covers his eyes, and—oh.
He feels the silk tightening behind his head, and raises a hand to touch it—it’s still very soft, and he runs his fingers along its length.
‘Is dianxia comfortable?’ Hua Cheng murmurs, lips ghosting over the side of his neck.
Xie Lian shivers. ‘Mn, this is nice.’
Having his sight cut off heightens all his other sensations, and Xie Lian’s heartbeat speeds up and Hua Cheng’s hands wander from his head to his waist, grasping lightly until Xie Lian places his hands on Hua Cheng’s and gasps out a small breath.
‘Dianxia,’ Hua Cheng breathes, still kissing along the lines of his neck, ‘Let me take care of you?’
‘Mn,’ Xie Lian murmurs, ‘Whatever San Lang wants.’
Hua Cheng shifts behind him, and Xie Lian does not squeak as his cold fingertips run along the inside of his thighs. ‘Hm, but what about what gege wants?’
Xie Lian tries to muffle his moan with his hand, but Hua Cheng, ever observant, cages Xie Lian’s wrists together so that he can’t move them. ‘S-San Lang—‘
‘Yes, dianxia?’ Hua Cheng says, and he moves again and dear god Xie Lian can feel Hua Cheng’s hardness pressing into his ass oh god—
Xie Lian whines, trying to push back, but he only receives a chuckle as response before Hua Cheng says, ‘Well?’
‘San Lang, just—just,’ Xie Lian whimpers, overcome with embarrassment, and thankfully, Hua Cheng takes pity on him and with a yelp Xie Lian’s lifted from the ground into Hua Cheng’s arms.
He’s carried to the bed, where San Lang gently checks his blindfold to make sure it’s still secure, and he asks, ‘Is gege still okay?’
Xie Lian nods, perhaps way too quickly, and Hua Cheng’s answering laugh is accompanied by soft silk tendrils wrapping around his wrists and tugging them upwards. In this position, he’s sitting upright with his hands raised above him.
It’s not that bad, he thinks, especially because he feels safe with Hua Cheng next to him. In front of him?
And then he feels Hua Cheng’s long fingers undoing the front of his robes. Xie Lian shivers when his hands move softly over his sensitive skin, arching his back just slightly so.
When his robes fall open, Xie Lian gasps at the feeling of Hua Cheng’s lips moving over his skin. He squirms as those lips move downwards, peppering kisses all over his body, all the way until he reaches Xie Lian’s pants.
There is a momentary release of his wrists as Hua Cheng helps him tug off his robes, leaving Xie Lian’s upper body bare. He knows that his entire body’s flushing red, but Xie Lian can’t really bring himself to care, not when Hua Cheng starts murmuring praises into Xie Lian’s skin.
‘San Lang,’ he moans out, ‘San La—ah!’
Hua Cheng’s bitten down on his neck, swiping his tongue over the spot and continuously licking and sucking while he gets Xie Lian’s pants off.
He pulls away after a moment, and Xie Lian feels a low hum of approval come from him. ‘Dianxia, you look so pretty.’
‘San Lang is prettier,’ Xie Lian says, despite knowing that he will never win this particular argument.
‘But dianxia is like a feast laid out for me,’ Hua Cheng says, trailing a finger along Xie Lian’s stomach. ‘You look so exquisite, dianxia.’
Xie Lian squirms, feeling Hua Cheng’s heavy, hot gaze on him, and in the next moment, more silk comes to wrap around his thighs to spread them apart.
His face burns hot after realizing that this is too much reminiscent of the scene that had played out in the cave.
He lets out a surprised moan when a wet kiss is pressed to the tip of his leaking cock, and oh this is revenge isn’t it.
‘San Lang,’ he moans, trying to close his thighs, but all he gets is the silk yanking his legs further apart.
He very shamefully gets harder at this.
And judging from the way Hua Cheng hums with his lips pressed to the side of Xie Lian’s dick, he notices it too. In fact—had he wanted that reaction?
‘Dianxia,’ Hua Cheng says, and Xie Lian has to absolutely control himself not to buck up into his warm, wet mouth, ‘Let me worship you.’
‘Even—even if I—I s-said no, you—you’d do it anyways!’ Xie Lian can get his words out with minimal difficulty, and yet when Hua Cheng giggles with the side of his cheek against Xie Lian’s thigh, he wants to melt into a puddle and never get back up.
‘Ah, dianxia knows me so well,’ Hua Cheng laments, and a smile creeps up Xie Lian’s face, only to fade into a moan as Hua Cheng swallows his whole cock into his throat.
‘Ah!’
Heat explodes in Xie Lian’s gut, and he can only stay there, helpless and squirming as Hua Cheng skillfully works his tongue around him, his muscles straining against the silk that only serve to spread him wider for Hua Cheng to enjoy.
The thought makes him moan louder.
‘A-ah, San Lang,’ Xie Lian calls out, panting, ‘S-San Lang, ah, you’re so good, you’re so good like this, ah, fuck you feel so good, San Lang—‘
Hua Cheng pulls away with a wet pop, just as Xie Lian’s on the verge of coming, and a broken sob is wrenched out of his throat.
‘Shh,’ Hua Cheng kisses his cheeks, ‘Relax, gege.’
‘How can I relax when—mmph!’
Xie Lian grows dizzy, tongue voluntarily surrendering against Hua Cheng’s, as his husband yanks his chin up and kisses him forcefully, every thought that isn’t Hua Cheng flying out of his head.
He can only moan, writhe in place until Hua Cheng has mercy on him.
And, oh—if that thought doesn’t make him weak in the knees, nothing else ever will.
‘Dianxia,’ Hua Cheng mutters against his lips, hand wandering Xie Lian’s body, ‘This one wants to try something. Permission?’
‘Of—of course, San Lang,’ Xie Lian gasps, nerves alight and tingling and the blindfold only makes it worse, ‘Do whatever you want, as long as it is to me.’
Hua Cheng kisses him one last time, lingering on his lips, before he moves away and the weight on the mattress tells Xie Lian that Hua Cheng has gotten up.
‘You look amazing, dianxia. All spread out for me and wanting. Nothing could ever measure up to a sight like this,’ Hua Cheng says genially, as if—as if he’s talking about something mundane, ‘It’s an honor to see you like this. And all for me.’
Xie Lian outright moans at that, bucking his hips up into thin air and unabashedly whining Hua Cheng’s name ever and over again.
There’s a pause, and then, Hua Cheng says, deceptively light, airy, ‘Does dianxia like being called mine?’
Words will surely betray him, so Xie Lian can only nod shamefully, turning his head to the side as if that will help to hide his shame.
The mattress dips before Hua Cheng’s rumbly laugh fills the air, but before Xie Lian can protest, Hua Cheng is sucking a mark into his neck and dragging a hand along the underside of his dick and Xie Lian chokes on a moan.
‘Ah—ah San Lang,’ Xie Lian says, losing his breath as skilled fingers work their way around his cock and hold it in a loose circle.
And Xie Lian has fallen so far, has descended from the heavens twice, and yet it is more humiliating for him to thrust into Hua Cheng’s hand, whining at the pressure that is barely enough to get him to the edge.
And when Hua Cheng moves away at the last possible second, Xie Lian is very glad for the ropes that bind his hands, because, as much as he loves Hua Cheng, he would have smacked him long ago if not for them.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, something else heeds his command and Ruoye flies out from his arm to half-heartedly smack at Hua Cheng’s face.
And for all that Ruoye pretends that it’s above E-Ming, it too has a very great love for its owner’s husband, because it doesn’t even struggle as Hua Cheng catches it before it’s fully unwound from Xie Lian’s arm.
Traitor.
‘Oh?’ Hua Cheng says, voice light yet pressing and Xie Lian whines at the way it caresses over his skin. ‘You wanted to attack me? Gege, I’m hurt.’
‘San Lang,’ Xie Lian whimpers, shifting his hips, in search of the friction he so desperately needs. ‘Please.’
‘Gege,’ Hua Cheng whispers, sliding Ruoye off his wrist. ‘Please bear with this lowly servant. Entertain him for a while.’
‘If—if that’s what San Lang wants,’ Xie Lian says, and it’s true, because he has full trust in Hua Cheng. He knows that nothing Hua Cheng does is done with intention to hurt him.
‘Thank you,’ his husband says, pressing a kiss to Xie Lian’s lips which he returns enthusiastically.
In the next second, Xie Lian feels something soft on his dick, and he exhales, chasing after Hua Cheng’s lips as they part. And then—
It tightens.
Xie Lian yelps very ungracefully, and it’s only the bindings that keep him in place as he writhes. ‘S-San Lang?’
‘I’m here, dianxia,’ Hua Cheng says, kissing the side of his neck in reassurance, all the while stroking Xie Lian’s dick, like—like it’s something to be worshipped.
But—even though the edges of orgasm creeps up on him, Xie Lian can’t find any release, and it takes him a moment to realize, ‘Ruoye?’
He feels Hua Cheng’s smile as he tugs on Ruoye, making Xie Lian pitch his hips forward.
‘San Lang,’ he whines, very mortified at the thought that Ruoye is being used, like this, for something so sexual. And what’s worse is that Xie Lian isn’t even deterred by that fact! In fact, his situation is worse because of it! ‘San Lang!’
‘Dianxia,’ Hua Cheng murmurs, and he finally presses himself to Xie Lian, the slide of their bodies making him moan just the tiniest bit more. ‘Dianxia, you’re so lovely. You’re so pretty. Every part of you is perfect, it is an honour for this San Lang to worship you like this. Dianxia, I—I love you so much—‘
He breaks off into a sharp gasp as Xie Lian mouths at his shoulder, voice breaking, ‘Yes, dianxia, mark me, please, please—‘
Xie Lian lets out a frustrated whine, trying to grind against Hua Cheng’s thigh. ‘San Lang, San Lang, you’re too good to me—ah!—you’re my most devoted follower, this god is too lucky to have you as a follower.’
Heat engulfs his mouth, and Xie Lian gasps into the kiss as Hua Cheng pushes into his mouth, hot and heavy and insistent, while his hands grip the sides of Xie Lian’s waist.
Yes, mark me, Xie Lian thinks and maybe he says it out loud as well, because those hands tighten on his skin, leave your marks on me.
Finally, Hua Cheng pulls away, and Xie Lian takes a deep breath as he hears the sound of a vial being opened.
And finally, finally, Hua Cheng’s (very amazing, worship-able) fingers press to his hole, and Xie Lian keens. ‘San Lang!’
‘Patience, gege,’ Hua Cheng says, and his voice is amused but Xie Lian can hear his breaths, the way he’s unfocused and Xie Lian so desperately wants to see the look on his face.
There’s movement, but Xie Lian can only focus on the way Hua Cheng’s finger enters him, long and slow, and he keeps working it in and out until two fingers can comfortably fit inside of Xie Lian.
And then—and then Hua Cheng curls his fingers, drags the tips of them along a spot inside Xie Lian that makes him see stars, galaxies and the whole universe, and Xie Lian moans, wriggling in place until Hua Cheng’s fingers press inside of him again and again and again.
‘Please,’ Xie Lian says, not even sure what he’s asking for anymore, ‘Please, San Lang.’
Hua Cheng makes a noise, sort of like a small hum, and then his fingers pull out—Xie Lian whines at the loss and clutches desperately around nothing.
‘Gege, relax for me,’ Hua Cheng says, and he gives Xie Lian time before pressing something cold and hard onto Xie Lian’s ass.
He squeaks.
‘San Lang?’ he asks, ‘What…’
He trails off as the thing is pushed into him, surely and steadily, and Xie Lian gasps as it slowly reaches deeper and deeper. It’s metal, he thinks, moaning as it drags along the inside of his walls, and it’s so different from Hua Cheng’s cock, so very hard and unyielding, and Xie Lian gasps at the intrusion.
The metal burns cold inside him, and before he knows it, Xie Lian’s already moaning, whining out for Hua Cheng while the person himself watches him. With dark eyes, Xie Lian knows, from experience.
And the metal presses amazingly against that spot, that area that makes Xie Lian cry out and lose all sense of being, but—but he can’t come, he can’t come and it’s torture all in itself.
And then—and then the metal vibrates, right where it’s pressed up against him, and Xie Lian wails.
He’s not sure what happens after that, only that the shocks of his pleasure are still burning across his eyes and he can’t grasp what’s happening until the pressure on his ass moves away a bit and he feels hands on his neck and face, cradling him.
Xie Lian’s panting harsh breaths, and Hua Cheng worriedly says, ‘Gege, gege, are you okay?’
He only manages a weak nod.
The restraints on his limbs loosen a little, and Hua Cheng kisses him, murmuring against his lips to breathe together with him, and it takes Xie Lian a few moments before he fully comes back to himself.
‘What…’
‘Ah,’ Hua Cheng says, making the silk robes bound tighter again, ‘Dianxia, you just came dry.’
Xie Lian takes a bit too long to process that, and when he does, a full-body flush overtakes him.
‘Gege is so cute,’ Hua Cheng coos, tracing a hand over his face, ‘Ahh, gege, you do terrible things to my heart!’
‘San Lang is overreacting,’ Xie Lian says, refusing to let Hua Cheng fluster him even further.
Hua Cheng chuckles, but he doesn’t say anything more, and Xie Lian takes that as a win before the metal inside him vibrates again, softer and less intense than before, but it’s enough to make him let out a little fucked-out sound.
As if responding to his sound, the metal vibrates a little harder, and Xie Lian has a thought in the haze of his mind—
‘E-Ming, behave,’ Hua Cheng says, and—oh.
Xie Lian’s brain takes a moment to fully comprehend that, and when he does, he almost flails, ‘E-Ming?!’
As if responding to him, the sword vibrates more, leaving Xie Lian’s mouth open on a long drawn-out moan. ‘S-San Lang…’
‘Does gege like his surprise?’ Hua Cheng asks, voice too amused for Xie Lian to react normally to.
‘Ah! Are you trying—are you trying to kill me!’ Xie Lian says, voice too high for his own liking, gasping out as Hua Cheng shifts the hilt so that it goes in deeper, ‘San Lang!’
‘Yes, gege?’ Hua Cheng asks, infuriatingly calm.
‘F-fuck me,’ Xie Lian blurts out, and flushes in shame. He just said that—!
Everything stops, and then he hears Hua Cheng exhale, and—‘Dianxia, could you please…say that again?’
Oh. It seems Hua Cheng’s more affected than Xie Lian thought.
It takes a few words to get the words out of his throat and not choke on them, but Xie Lian manages. ‘San Lang, fuck me,’ he says, voice shaking from nerves and the way E-Ming is still wreaking pleasure inside him, ‘Fuck me, pleaseplease, San Lang, fuck me please, I—I need your cock in me—!’
He hears Hua Cheng gasp, and then E-Ming is ripped away from him, but Xie Lian doesn’t have a moment to mourn the loss before Hua Cheng pushes inside of him with a grunt and Xie Lian feels whole again.
‘Gege, dianxia,’ Hua Cheng says reverently, ‘You look so pretty on my cock like this, gege. It’s like, it’s like we were make for each other—ah!’
Xie Lian clenches down on him, hard, and Hua Cheng pitches forward, kissing him on the mouth until they’re sharing air more than anything, and Xie Lian grows dizzy when Hua Cheng finally starts grinding his hips into Xie Lian’s.
‘Gege, so perfect for me,’ he says, throughout Xie Lian’s pants, ‘Dianxia, I love you so much—‘
‘Ah,’ Xie Lian gasps, ‘Gege loves San Lang too—now fuck me!’
Hua Cheng huffs a laugh against his lips, and then he starts moving, thrusting into Xie Lian and Xie Lian moans and writhes until he feels his orgasm coming yet again.
This time, he whimpers, ‘San Lang, the—‘
Hua Cheng kisses him and then unties Ruoye from where it’s nestled around his dick, and Xie Lian almost sobs at the relief that courses through him.
‘San Lang, San Lang, San Lang,’ Xie Lian says, moans, because there isn’t any thought in his head that isn’t Hua Cheng, ‘San Lang, can I—can you please…?’
Hua Cheng understands him—he always does—and Xie Lian only has to wait a moment before the weight at the back of his head comes undone and he blinks up into the low light of the room.
And in front of him—oh, Hua Cheng looks so pretty. His eye is blown wide with lust, and his mouth is parted on a groan as he pushes into Xie Lian over and over again.
‘You look so beautiful,’ Xie Lian tells him, relishing in the way his eye grows wide and he drops his face down to Xie Lian’s shoulder to hide himself.
Hua Cheng doesn’t say anything more, but his hips pick up the pace and snap into Xie Lian’s pressing onto his sweet spot every time, and Xie Lian chokes out something that is akin to a warning.
‘Dianxia,’ Hua Cheng says breathlessly, ‘Dianxia, come together with me. Please.’
And who is Xie Lian to deny him of that?
The silk retreats from Xie Lian’s wrists and legs, and he wastes no time in wrapping himself fully around his husband, taking in his scent.
And Hua Cheng takes him in hand, stroking in time with his own thrusts and Xie Lian is gone.
His orgasm crashes over him, making galaxies explode in his eyes and he gasps out a dogged breath when Hua Cheng completely, fully buries himself inside him, and Xie Lian whines at the feeling of being filled up.
Shocks of a smaller orgasm run through him, and Xie Lian dazedly thinks that his orgasm is so overpowering that even the heavens shake from the force of it.
Above him, Hua Cheng is panting, and Xie Lian finally presses a kiss to the side of his head as they both come down from their highs.
Out of the corner of his eye, Xie Lian sees Ruoye and E-Ming, and cannot help but feel sorry for them.
‘Gege, are you okay?’ Hua Cheng says, rolling onto his side, and Xie Lian follows, careful not to let Hua Cheng slip out of him lest they create a mess.
‘Mn,’ Xie Lian says, nuzzling into the crook of Hua Cheng’s neck. He feels himself blush with embarrassment, as he is always wont to do after these…sessions with Hua Cheng, but nevertheless, ‘Thank you, San Lang.’
‘Gege has nothing to thank me for,’ Hua Cheng says, kissing Xie Lian’s ear, ‘I wanted it as well.’
Xie Lian muffles a giggle into the side of his neck. ‘I love you, San Lang.’
‘Mn. Love you too, gege.’
(‘We thought someone ascended, but no one was here! Have you ever heard of something like that?’
‘…I see.’
‘Have you heard of it happening before, your highness?’
‘Ah, no, no I haven’t. Say, when was this supposed ascension?’
‘Huh? Last night, around ten or so, why?’
‘Ah, no reason! Just asking.’)
Xie Lian screams into his pillow that night while Hua Cheng chortles at his side.