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Marriage unleashed a few new things between Xie Lian and Hua Cheng. Aspects of his personality that normally remained dormant began rearing their heads when Xie Lian least expected it. Now, it’s not to say that Hua Cheng ever hid any part of himself from Xie Lian, only that, once the fact of their marriage really sunk in, and Xie Lian was not playing a long joke on him, he felt safe enough to let this part of him show.
He was Xie Lian’s. And Xie Lian was his. It was like his painful past wasn’t a heavy rock weighing down his every move. He could look forward to living again. Truly living.
It’s a different sort of reinvigorating meeting an older self whom he had believed dead for so long. A light, playful soul, full of laughter and unbending love and devotion.
It’s after moments of dawning that he finds himself particularly playful. What of it if he wants Xie Lian’s hands on him for the rest of his life. He deserves it. So, he finds himself lounging on their daybed while Xie Lian works his way through the stack of scrolls on his desk.
“Gege!” he calls, his happiness rolling off him, just having someone to call.
“My San Lang,” Xie Lian has long learned which calls are truly for his attention and which are Hua Cheng’s mind slipping through his mouth. He answers all of them with the same love and attention.
Some days it stops there, his heart placated by the flawless connection between them. Something not even the weight of time could erode away. Mountains may weather and seas dry, but Hua Cheng will continue to call and Xie Lian will always reply.
But Hua Cheng is feeling playful today, youth returning to his bones and energy he can’t contain is boiling over. Attention from his beloved was the only thing to calm him. Even though Xie Lian hasn’t turned to face him, Hua Cheng knows his attention is now diverted, can see the faint lines of his back and how Xie Lian has turned ever so slightly more in his direction, sharing in his presence.
“Gege~” he calls again, his intention dripping off his voice.
Xie Lian doesn’t flinch. His “Hm?” as serene as the morning dew.
Oh. So that’s the game he wants to play today? Hua Cheng’s smirk grows wide even as he pouts across the room at his husband. Even with his back to Hua Cheng, he knows Xie Lian knows. That Xie Lian still hasn’t turned is the smoking gun. It brings a heady feeling down between his legs, his brain swimming in bliss as his husband agrees to play with him like this.
Xie Lian has not abided by his abstinence for a long time, and yet one of his favorite roles he falls into is that of a studious, devout practitioner, falling and losing himself to the whims and temptations of his wicked husband who stole him away from heaven.
Hua Cheng likes it because Xie Lian likes it. But maybe now he is coming to realize he likes it when Xie Lian tells him no until he begs and whines for it. Hua Cheng used to worry that if he was too much of a brat, Xie Lian would grow tired of him. But Xie Lian is his husband.
A piece of Hua Cheng’s soul soothes as he throws him across the bed to be closer to Xie Lian. As he does, he cries out as a fat house cat does when it doesn’t like the perfectly good food in front of it, “Gege is so cruel! Am I nothing but a trophy husband placed on the shelf and forgotten about?” He whines.
Xie Lian’s back straightens, but he still doesn’t turn, pretending to focus on his work. Hua Cheng knows he has him when he replies indignantly, “Who has forgotten about you? Don’t say things you don’t mean, San Lang.” He snaps, and it goes straight to Hua Cheng’s cock. He sighs unrestrainedly as he settles a hand on himself over his robes. Xie Lian flinches at that, but Hua Cheng watches with a smug smile as his husband pulls himself back into a calm posture. His voice is warm like honey when he talks again, “This husband of mine should feel plenty treasured after just this morning.”
Thoughts of this morning indeed pull a smile to his face, but Hua Cheng wants something now. His canines are sharp as he runs his tongue over them. “Oh, but gege plays unfair! He begs, and he pleads and he clings in the morning to keep this husband from leaving for work. He promises many wondrous things if this San Lang stays in bed with him. So, of course, this one acquiesces, who is he to work if his husband says not to.” Xie Lian’s shoulders slowly creep up, his grip tightening on the scroll he was once holding so delicately. “Can you blame this one for feeling neglected when gege leaves the comfort of his beloved and their bed to listen to the rabble of heaven? Ahhh, is that what it is, gege? You want to keep me all to yourself? Who knew I became a bird locked in a cage so easily, never to be touched again?” The words slide off his silver tongue and they taste so perfect.
Xie Lian stands abruptly but doesn’t turn to face him. His shoulder lower with an exasperated sigh, his hands coming to clasp behind his back. “Who knew this husband of mine was so pitiful. I didn’t realize he had lost his own hands over the course of a single day. Unable to touch even himself. I must leave to spend time in mourning. How will I ever be able to replicate the feeling of his hands on me, holding me up, pinning me down?” his breath is sad as he pours himself a cup of wine.
Hua Cheng can’t hold back his laughter. “How could one’s own hands ever compare to my husbands? But if gege says so, then I will handle the problem myself.” Xie Lain downs the wine in one swallow as Hua Cheng takes off his clothing as noisily as possible. Flopping back onto the bed, he gets comfortable right in the middle. He means it when he says his hands could never compare to Xie Lian’s, but who is he to back down now? Xie Lian’s words and holy attitude shoot fire straight to his groin. It’s with a sweet groan that he wraps his hand around himself. Hua Cheng smiles as Xie Lian pours another cup of wine.
He’s so turned on his movements grow smooth and slick quickly. Xie Lian’s grip on the cup is deadly tight, Hua Cheng worries it might shatter. He wants Xie Lian to shatter him. He pants with his thoughts. He knows the scene of him on the bed is debauched, loud and needy, but he can’t bring himself to care as his thoughts wander to Xie Lian’s powerful hands wrapped around him, perfect in their strength and delicacy. His breathing picks up, his other hand wandering around his body as he tries to recreate the way Xie Lian caresses him, moves him around, holds him down. His eye is about to flutter closed with his fingers shoved in his own mouth when he notices Xie Lian’s dark eyes on him from across the room. His legs tremble and his stomach shakes as his orgasm roars upon him.
“Don’t you dare come.” The command is lightning through him instantly. His hand rips away from himself. He bites down on the fingers in his mouth until there're tears in his eyes.
He gasps shaky and wet, shaken by full body quivers, his mind foggy from the precipice. He tries to open his mouth to call out to Xie Lian, but all that comes out are broken moans and pants while his body tries to catch up to the change.
Xie Lian approaches him regardless, his arms tucked behind him and his pace slow and commanding. Oh fuck, Hua Cheng was really in for it this time, huh?
“Are you done yet?” Xie Lian asks, his face a mask of indifference. Hua Cheng sees right through it, but that doesn’t stop his cock from twitching. Ah, he really likes it too much when Xie Lian is mean.
He’s pouting, he knows he is; he sees the shift in Xie Lian’s expression as Hua Cheng looks pathetically from his husband’s face to his leaking member on his stomach. It can’t possibly look like he’s done.
“Do you have something against being good, my beloved husband?” Xie Lian asks, a slow hand trailing over Hua Cheng’s ankle as he sits himself at the edge of the bed between his husband’s legs. Hua Cheng wants to laugh. There is only one in this tired world who would ever call him “good” and he is currently running his hands along the soft skin of his inner thighs. “Hm? No response from my dear husband? You had so many words and complaints earlier. Has a cat got your tongue?” A soft hand holding the base of his cock punctuates his words. Hua Cheng’s head rolls back. Words are overrated when loud moaning feels so much better. There’s pleasure in everything, the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the silk on his back, the hand pinching the muscle on his stomach, and the peak of it all with his husband’s hand cupping his balls. Xie Lian hums to himself, eyes still locked on Hua Cheng’s face, serenity written on his features as he says, “Maybe you can still be a good boy, yet.”
Hua Cheng throws a heavy arm over his eyes, unable to focus on not coming while he watches Xie Lian’s face growing closer and closer to his member. His breathing is pained and wanting as Xie Lian presses a sweet, innocent kiss somewhere completely lecherous. Hua Cheng struggles to pull his hips away, dangerously too close to the edge to deal with this. Xie Lian’s hand clamps down on his hip and it takes every ounce of Hua Cheng’s centuries of living to not bust right then.
“Gege, gege,” he whines and begs, “Please…” The bed creaks and the sound of rustling fabric fills Hua Cheng’s ears. His eye rips open, ready to be blasted with the glory of his naked husband. Its Hua Cheng’s favorite view of the entire world. His skin glowing and radiant as he bares it slowly just for Hua Cheng’s gaze. His heart swells as he chokes up, his cock dripping onto his stomach.
Xie Lian raises an eyebrow at that. He runs his finger through the drip, gathering it up, feeling it between his fingertips before smiling. Hua Cheng has to close his eye again with fear of burning up. The wet finger runs gently over his hole. Hua Cheng’s body submits immediately, clinging to his finger as it probes around him.
Xie Lian wasn’t lying about treasuring Hua Cheng just earlier that same day. The evidence remained between his legs, tucked safely, for no one else other than Xie Lian.
But Hua Cheng was greedy.
Xie Lian’s first sign of cracking showed in his groan as he replaced his single finger with three and Hua Cheng still swallowed him. He had been waiting for this, after all. The pain of his rejected orgasm was boiling over into a burning need with a deep-seated satisfaction of having Xie Lian’s hands on him once again. He wanted to revel in his victory, but all that could come out of his mouth were wrecked sounds as Xie Lian pushed his hardness into Hua Cheng’s waiting body, his hips pulled up to rest heavily on Xie Lian’s plush thighs.
The full, long thrusts into him praised him, a reward given only to Xie Lian’s beloved. Hua Cheng takes it all. He takes, and he takes.
His breathing is erratic. He can’t stop the shaking that has taken over his limbs. His teeth ache from snapping them shut after every stuttering moan punched out of him.
“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” Xie Lian sounds too composed. He is merciless in his pleasure giving. His hands move Hua Cheng’s pliant body to bounce on his thick cock while he himself still sits tall and imposing. The image is burned into Hua Cheng’s very being.
But he is growing near his limit. Xie Lian’s wish is his very command, his very reason for having a body. His command is a very physical thing. Hua Cheng won’t cum until it’s lifted. But his body is torn between the verbal command and the physical demand of Xie Lian deep inside him. It is a mixed signal. Xie Lian is driving his husband to the precipice, and Hua Cheng goes willingly, too blissed out, caught in the trap he laid himself.
Xie Lian’s hand breaks from its grip on his hip, but the strength of one suffices to maintain his bruising pace. His free hand traverses up Hua Cheng’s long body, stopping here and there to bully him further. A kiss along his ribs, a tweak of a nipple, thumbing over his rabbiting pulse, before long elegant fingers push into his mouth, same as Hua Cheng had done to himself before. They pull his jaw, pressing down on his tongue, not allowing a single note to be missed by his husband’s ears as they plummet out of him.
Xie Lian hums over him, “Do you want to come?”
He does. He does. He does. He nods shamelessly, begging with his eye.
Xie Lian smiles down softly at him, before ruthlessly burying himself in Hua Cheng and stilling. Pulling them into a comfortable position, Xie Lian massages the red marks on the side of Hua Cheng’s hips before running his fingers along the shaft of his cock and palming his weeping head. Hua Cheng twitches and shifts, grinding down onto his husband until he is gasping and whining himself over the edge.
White splatters between them, but Hua Cheng persists past his sensitivity, not stopping until Xie Lian breaks, his dam of self-control crumbling under the weight of Hua Cheng’s desire and he is filled with the evidence of their love.
Only once his beloved topples down from his pinnacle does Hua Cheng give in and sink into the mind-emptying bliss. Xie Lian buries his face in Hua Cheng’s chest, wheezing.
Hua Cheng knows he’s smiling, but he doesn’t think he can force it off his face even if he tried, its dopey and heavy. Xie Lian is a heavy weight on him, and as much as Hua Cheng loves it, he’s sure that if Xie Lian stays in that position for too long he will get a kink in his back. He tries to ease Xie Lian into a more comfortable position, but his hands get smacked away.
“Gege,” he laughs, his heart too full. “Let’s get you more comfortable. Would you like a bath?”
“No.” It’s a short and petulant response, and Hua Cheng has to choke down his laughter, knowing it will only get him in bigger trouble.
“Mm. Good. I will happily lay here with the evidence of gege’s love painted on me for all eternity,” he preens. But he really can’t contain his laughter this time when Xie Lian pinches his sides in retribution.