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Soft noises of brush moving against paper resonated in the Pu Qi Shrine. A distant hum of breeze moving past the small wooden building.
Inside it, the two disguised immortals sat at the desk where Xie Lian was making Hua Cheng practise calligraphy again.
Except, this time Hua Cheng didn't complain, or well. He couldn't.
"San Lang, look, you made a mistake here." Xie Lian shifted his body forward, leaning over Hua Cheng's shoulder to point at the stroke. With Hua Cheng sitting in his lap, he had to lean further in to actually see anything aside from the man's broad shoulders but he really didn't want to move from this position so he had to make do with it.
Hua Cheng's breath hitched, he was in the same form as when he met Xie Lian on that ox cart, so his body could perform human tasks at will. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down and nodded to acknowledge his lover. Xie Lian tutted and, "San Lang, Do you understand what I'm teaching you? I won't know until you tell me." His grip on Hua Cheng tightened slightly, not enough to bruise but just to create a pressure.
Hua Cheng shuddered involuntarily taking a moment to work his heavy tongue before speaking, "T- This San Lang understands.. Dianxia." He feels Xie Lian smile against his shoulder and sighs softly.
"Good boy, San Lang." Xie Lian kisses his nape and Hua Cheng clenched, pulling out a hiss from the god.
"Now continue, love."
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Some time later, with a soft gasp Hua Cheng bent forward a little, biting his lip hard to stop himself from making any noises when Xie Lian pulls him back into his chest. His robe is disheveled, legs parted to accommodate Xie Lian who's chest is visible in the way his robe is open in a wide V. None of them are wearing pants, it's warm enough for the immortals to not need to.
And,
That too.
Hua Cheng stares onto the paper, he can see what's written there but his mind refuses to register them. All he can think about is the way his nipples perk up red and tingling, begging for attention, which, his whole body is. The way his stomach quivers whenever his lover's fingers give phantom touches to the skin. The way his inner thighs feel extra sensitive, especially so when the god runs up a soothing palm on the overheated skin. The way his toes are curling against the fabric, grounding him from too much.
And-
And the way-
The way his cock is straining against the cloth stuck to it, wet and leaking a horribly uncomfortable.
He likes it though.
He likes the way he can't do anything other than bend to his gods will. Follow him, like the most devoted follower he is.
He also quite likes the way Xie Lian's cock fills him right now.
They have been sitting in this position for over two hours now, Hua Cheng sitting on Xie Lian's cock, just sitting. It was Xie Lian's idea, that if Hua Cheng was good and properly finished his calligraphy practise he would get any reward he'd ask for, to which, of course Hua Cheng replied, "Anything you do to this follower is a reward, Gege."
Or so he thought once upon a time.
He is regretting saying that now. His god really was testing his patience. Hua Cheng gulped when he felt Xie Lian shift again, digging his cock further in seemingly trying to adjust so that his legs weren't crushed under Hua Cheng, bullshit because he could easily hold up Hua Cheng without so much as a nerve tightening. Except Hua Cheng's mind was hazy so he couldn't stop his wall from clamping down on him and Xie Lian let out a soft noise.
Hua Cheng lost his mind over that little noise he heard, first in 2 hours other than Xie Lian occasionally correcting him. He moaned, the sound clear in the otherwise empty shrine, the quiet of the night doing nothing to muffle his moan. Xie Lian clicked his tongue, "San Lang, Is your mind wandering around when I'm trying to teach you? Didn't you want to be good for me?" he tapped on the ghost's temple, "Are you listening to me San Lang?" and waited till Hua Cheng voiced his affirmation.
Hua Cheng stiffly resumed writing, but he couldn't focus at all he's so close to have what he wants, but he doesn't want to disappoint his god, wants to please him, wants to be his good boy. Hua Cheng whimpers, his head hangs low as a shiver passes through his weak body.
"Oh- !" He sobs when Xie Lian forcefully pulls him back, his head resting on the god's shoulder, dick shifting and pressing write onto that spot which makes sparks burst under his eyelids.
He shuts up. Realizing that he had once more disobeyed, dread seeping into his gut 'I failed, Gege must be so disappointed in me. He'll leave me, leave me, leave me-' His eyes widen when a hand rests below his throat but he doesn't dare speak. "San Lang." and Oh. He's angry, he's furious, he's- he's
SMACK.
The loud clap echoes and Hua Cheng's muddled brain takes a nanosecond to register the sting on his exposed thigh and he whimpers, "G-Gege-" he tries to explain but Xie Lian doesn't give him a chance, "San Lang, do you know how lovely you look in red?" He pushes Hua Cheng forward onto the desk, gently pushing away anything that could hurt him. He slowly pulls out smiling at the sob that comes from the other man.
His hole is gaping, stretched onto a cock for more than 2 hours, still wet with the lube they had used to prep up, Xie Lian's mouth waters as he remembers the way Hua Cheng couldn't stop whining and moaning when he fucked him with his fingers. He had cried so beautifully, face all flushed in his human form.
He comes back to himself and spreads Hua Cheng's cheeks wider, 'It's so red.', all clenching and quivering as he inspects it. He can see how the ghost king's legs are trembling slightly.
Ah, how he loves it.
So much.
The way Hua Cheng goes pliant at the bare minimum. The way Hua Cheng gazes at him as if he's a God (which ironically he is, but it's still mind-blowing how he can look at him with so much love and admiration.) The way Hua Cheng sometimes stares at him holding up large portions of timber, now that he thinks of it, he really does seem to have some longing for his strength(They really should have a talk about that. Maybe later.). The way Hua Cheng indulges in him wherever, whenever, however.
The way Hua Cheng exists for him.
Xie Lian bites his lip at the pleasing thought. He loves that Hua Cheng is fully, completely and only his.
"San Lang, darling, are you listening to me? Can you speak?" He patiently waits. "Mn, G-gege." Hua Cheng softly speaks, crystal clear. Xie Lian smiles and leaves a quick peck on one cheek before he shifts back into his persona, Dianxia. "Good boy." he rubs at his cheeks before raising his hand and leaving another quick slap, Hua Cheng whines lowly keeping his hands under his chest obediently, submissively. He does this again on both cheeks 5 times , Hua Cheng mewling and whimpering at each hit.
Xie Lian moans in appreciation, "Oh San Lang, such a pretty boy, good boy. You look so beautiful taking what I give to you. Will you take more?" he nudges.
Hua Cheng's face feels hot even though he can't feel temperature. Feeling overwhelmed, he brokenly replies, "Y-uhm-yes, D-Dianxia. ngh. W-whatever hn.. you give.."
A grin sets on Xie Lian's, an uncharacteristically malicious one, he lifts he left hand, soothing Hua Cheng's tense back with the other one, as soon as he feel sthe muscles under his right hand relax, he brings down his left hand, making sure to use a sliver of his godly strength and spanks directly onto Hua Cheng's quivering hole.
Hua Cheng WAILS.
His body arches, legs straining so tightly a human would've pulled their muscles, fingers digging so hard into his palms deep bloodless cuts form, his hole clenches so tight Xie Lian drools for that sensation on his cock, Hua Cheng's dick swinging from the force of his sudden orgasm. There's no cum, 'A dry orgasm', Xie Lian feels lightheaded with how perfect his lover is. His wail cuts of into loud sobs, chest heaving as if he needs to take a breather. Xie Lian stops touching him waiting for the rush of pleasure fade to a more tolerable level.
A few moments pass.
And a few more.
Before Hua Cheng finally settles down. Small pretty noises still leaving his raw throat, Xie Lian hugs him from behind, combs his fingers through his hair and leaves soft kissing all over his neck. "San Lang, can I pick you up?" Hua Cheng nods tiredly, mewling when Xie Lian effortlessly slides him down on the padded floor. (They really do need to talk about his strength kink.) He quickly sheds his clothes, leaving him bare for the God to see.
Xie Lian roams his hands on Hua Cheng's body in awe, "San Lang you're so beautiful, my beautiful San Lang, the loveliest." he praises, kissing all over the skin of his back, worshipping his body as if he is the worshipper. He likes it, praising, loving, worshipping Hua Cheng.
He digs his fingers into Hua Cheng's hips and in a quick slide, thrusts his cock all the way in Hua Cheng, who hadn't expected this and ended up choking on his next breath, "G-ge-D-Dian- Gege? Dian...xia- I.." Hua Cheng nonsensically blabbered not being able to comprehend the suddenness and starts crying.
It feels so good.
Lying under his god. Giving whatever he gives to him. Taking it like- like Gege's good boy.
It feels so good.
Xie Lian thrusting in a slow, rhythmic manner. Never increasing his pace, just keeping the same hard and slow grind of his hips. Pressing continuously on Hua Cheng's sweet spot.
It feels so good.
He pinches a nipple. A sob leaving from Hua Cheng's mouth. His body is so sensitive any touch forces him closer to his peak.
It feels too good.
Xie Lian tenderly takes his chin, turning his face in an angle that would've been uncomfortable, And kisses him, teeth biting, tongue licking and all Hua Cheng can do is accept what his god is giving him.
He's going to cum.
Xie Lian's hand trails down past his navel towards-
He's going to cum.
His fingers are barely touching him. Xie Lian deepens the kiss. Grinds harder. Presses insistently against his prostate. Hua Cheng's body starts shaking softly. His eyes are rolling-
Needs to cum.
Hua Cheng's mouth goes slack as Xie Lian's hand wraps around his cock and pulls.
Hua Cheng convulses as he comes, no sound escaping his throat as he actually properly truly orgasms for the first time in three hours.
Xie Lian growls as he feels his walls clamp down almost painfully over his dick. He heaves Hua Cheng's limp body up from the ground and into his firm chest and starts thrusting hard and fast. Hua Chen's making these soft choked submissive noises that he can't get enough of. His hand leave his dick and shoves onto his chest, making the ghost's sensitive body lean further in, which also shoves his dick deeper into him.
Hua Cheng is crying and moaning now, shaking his head and babbling something along the lines of, "Gegegegegege- loveyouloveyou- no more...pl-gege!"
"Yes, baby, love, my San Lang, you're so good for me." Xie Lian speeds up, ramming harshly through the clench of Hua Cheng's hole and with his other hand, the one not balancing Hua Cheng to stay upright, starts moving Hua Cheng's body back to meet his thrusts and almost desperate shoves. Hua Cheng's mind blanks out as he's used for his god's pleasure, used as some kind of toy, just a simple mindless thing for his god to rut into, use whenever he wants, however he wants.
After what felt like hours (Considering their strength it was definitely a few hours at least.) Xie Lian's thrusts slow, he plunges hard into Hua Cheng's hole, once, twice and cums, moaning while filling up his devotee. Hua Cheng screams at the near burning sensations that wash over him, white hot cum filling up all his crevices, making him burn in the feelings of desire and pleasure. He doesn't cum though, his cock is half hard but he doesn't think he can.
Well, until Xie Lian snaps his hips back in again and his cock jumps, before the god sits down, still stuck to him Hua Cheng goes down with him. Again sits on his cock like a good boy and tries to relax.
Xie Lian doesn't let him though.
He takes his half hard dick in his hand and starts stroking it, slowly, methodically. It makes Hua Cheng writhe and whimper and mewl, his legs closing to get rid of the overbearing stimulation he's receiving. He controls his breathing except he can't, he can't control his own body, the body he had worked so hard to control, bend to his wills, now broken for his god.
Hua Cheng trembles, whines when it makes Xie Lian thrust into him again. "San Lang." he whispers and Hua Cheng gasps and cries when his hand speeds up to a punishing pace, Hua Cheng's moving his hips on his own on now, riding Xie Lian's still hard wet cock, coated, dripping with his own cum. It makes Hua Cheng feel elevated and he rides him harder, wants his god to come for him.
"Pl-please Dianxia-!" he moans out with great difficulty and sobs from the dual sensation.
Xie Lian helps him, with his godly strength he lifts him up from his cock and rams him back down on it, Hua Cheng squeals at that and he does it more and more and more till Hua Cheng is a trembling mess of moans. "Dianxia... p-please come....please please." Xie Lian nods into his shoulder and groans.
Hua Cheng shouts when he feels bruises form where his god is touching him a dopey grin spreads on his face. He drives his ass back onto Xie Lian's dick, moaning when he feels the first spurts of cum coat his walls. Xie Lian groans, "Ahhh... San Lang-" he rubs his hand harshly over the head of his dick and with his other hand-
"Come for me San Lang." he strikes down on the underside and rubs his balls profusely.
Hua Cheng cums so hard he blacks out.
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"Gege." Xie Lian opens his eyes and sees his beloved, all neat and clean. Xie Lian felt proud of his work of taking care of Hua Cheng, especially after the scene. He had wiped down Hua Chen's limp body with a warm washcloth, properly cleaned out his ass of any cum, kissed every surface of his skin as softly as he could, applied scented oils to his body before dressing him in under robes and placing him on his bed and slipping into slumber with him.
Hua Cheng's beautiful smile is nice to see first thing when he wakes up. And he would never want to part with it for anything else.
"I love you San Lang." He says and see as those beautiful eyes shine and a wider, somehow more stunning, smile graces his lips. "Mn. This San Lang loves Gege too. Very much." he shuffles closer, wraps his hands around him, and closes his eyes.
Xie Lian does the same.