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Xie Lian stood up and took a deep breath. His stomach had hurt before, filled with anxiety and worries, but now he felt like a whole new person—he was ready to fulfil his duty, not only as a Crown Prince of Xianle, but as a devoted believer as well.
Everything Xie Lian did, he did for his god—the Heavenly Martial Emperor. The Prince had been raised taught about his great deeds and grew able to see the miracles he blessed their kingdom with.
One time, the Crown Prince cried for him, and many others, he would laugh and smile with gratitude. He seemed to permanently stay with a childish and foolhardy demeanour, even while standing in front of his god, and he was never ashamed of it (of course, he knew when to behave solemnly). Why would he hide the way he was from someone who gave him so much? Wouldn't that be ungrateful?
And Xie Lian—as conscientious and virtuous as he was—did everything for his god.
As a Crown Prince, he was supposed to show his dedication every year during the summer festival under the full moon; he learned how to dance for the ritual since he was more immature than presently, putting all of his heart into it.
Xie Lian had cleaned every inch of his body thoroughly and carefully since missing a spot could bring misfortune not only to him but the whole nation as well. And Jun Wu, as a god, is conscious of everything. Since the Prince turned seventeen, he could take care of bathing himself—when he was younger, the servants helped him with everything.
He wore different robes on that special day, which were much more valuable than his most luxurious ones. They were even a bit more revealing than others, and it was easier to perform in them.
He had a lot of lustrous jewellery made from gold and gems. It was polished especially for the festival, ready for him to bring glory and pride to their kingdom.
When it came to his clothes, the white silk on his body symbolized his way of living—the path he chose based on chastity. By that, he knew he was the perfect person to serve his god and the only one worthy in all aspects.
Xie Lian was stressed after he had woken up in the morning, understanding the pressure put on him and the seriousness of the matter—but after all these years, he had his own way of fighting with it—always, after a silent prayer and burning one incense stick, he would calm down and thank his god for being the one destined to have such a holy mission.
When Xie Lian danced, everyone in the audience was breathless, enchanted by his beauty and talent—like he was born to be there, on that stage, and perform with devotion. He was filled with passion so much that he would sometimes forget that behind the curtain there was his god watching him. At least that was what everyone would tell him—he never dared to peek.
His long legs, flowers in his hair, and swift moves were like a charm even for the Heavenly Emperor, who sipped his wine while observing his steps carefully. When his eyes met the Prince's hands, he snickered; Xie Lian looked like he wanted to fly, and Jun Wu knew he would never let him leave his nest.
The Prince blossomed on that stage every year, and the Emperor never forgot any of his performances; each left a piece of Xie Lian's allure, a pure kind of magnetism, in his heart, merging with his soul.
When Xie Lian began slowing in his steps and finishing the dance, the most loyal of the Emperor's guards came out from behind the curtain, standing at an accurate distance from the Prince.
Xie Lian bowed deeply with grace where Jun Wu would sit and then faced the other man in the room.
"The Heavenly Martial Emperor wants his Highness to accompany him for the tea."
Xie Lian was dumbfounded. He put his hand on his chest, where his heart was beating fastly, and parted his lips to say something, but nothing came to his mind.
The Prince thought he heard something wrong for a second, but the guard was already holding the curtain for him. He gasped, contemplating why his god would want to see him after such a long time of staying away from prying eyes.
But Xie Lian took another deep breath and realized that he was deemed worthy of seeing him.
Xie Lian didn't want to act rudely and keep the god waiting, so he immediately rushed with small steps while clutching the material of his robes in fists. Whenever he had stressed before the ritual, it never was the same as now. Or—maybe—it was the excitement that was different?
Xie Lian hesitated before coming in, his head low, not daring to look at the face of the Heavenly Emperor. He watched his bare feet as he entered the god's space. His breath appeared to be loud enough to echo.
The Prince bowed deeply again, waiting for the Emperor to give him orders. He could hear the clothes rustle and him standing from his seat.
Xie Lian finally let himself breathe from his mouth with a silent pant. He saw the long and beautiful robes approaching and then a hand reaching to tuck his long hair behind his ear.
The Prince's cheeks heated up in embarrassment since there was some sweat on his face from the dance. If the Emperor allowed him, he would certainly quickly prepare to look more presentable up close.
When Jun Wu looked at him from such proximate distance for the first time, he saw a starry-eyed youth with an untainted soul. Sincerely sweet, with soft and pale skin, dressed enchantingly. Xie Lian was purer than anyone the Heavenly Emperor had ever met.
He was his favourite and beloved beauty of the Xianle kingdom, and he would never give him to anyone else.
"Little doe," the Emperor said gently, patting the Prince's head, "thank you for agreeing to see me."
Xie Lian bowed slightly once more. "I thank you, my Lord, for inviting me here. I am more than grateful, truly."
The Prince began to pick the skin around his nails, feeling the Emperor's gaze eating him alive. When Jun Wu noticed what he was doing with his fingers, he grabbed his hands and squeezed them reassuringly, brushing the soft skin with his thumbs.
"Don't be scared. You can look at me."
Xie Lian was Jun Wu's little angel. His sweet, sweet Xianle.
Xie Lian was asked to spend time with the Emperor once more after just a week. Everyone in the palace was running around to find robes for him and prepare him just right. He even had one more etiquette lesson to remind him not to act carelessly, and Xie Lie would never want to offend his god. The way how dedicated he could sometimes be was virtually overwhelming, not only for him but for the whole court.
Jun Wu was already there, waiting for him with a table full of sweets and two cups of tea.
When the Prince saw his sincere smile, his cheeks and ears reddened with the brightest shade of crimson, and the corners of his lips rose as well. He was more than just content witnessing his beloved god smiling at the sight of him.
Xie Lian did everything just as he had been taught—from the right way of entering the chamber to how he should lower his body while sitting in front of the Heavenly Emperor.
"I'm pleased Xianle came to spend a bit of his time with me."
Xie Lian glimpsed once more, bashfully smiling at his new pseudonym.
"I would never refuse, my Lord," he responded politely, his eyes following the moves of the man's fingers on the table.
"You should try these," Jun Wu said. He had a cup of tea in one of his hands, and with the other one, he pointed at a plate. "They are really delicious. I am certain you would love them."
"Thank you, my Lord."
Xie Lian would bow awkwardly almost whenever the Emperor spoke, trying to acknowledge his words politely. As time passed, he finally stopped acting like he just read a text about manners and became more comfortable.
"Xianle," Jun Wu continued, his tone soft. He eyed the boy who sipped his tea unhurriedly, "you said before that you would never refuse me. Is that because I am a god?" he smirked. "Are you scared of refusing?"
The Prince gulped. How could the Emperor think he did it only because of something like that?
"N-No!" Xie Lian rushed to explain. "It is not like that, my Lord. I truly admire you. I am happy to be the one to perform the ritual, and I am grateful for everything you do, my Lord. I am sorry if I made you think I did it only because I was scared of you..."
His head was low once again. Xie Lian was almost ready to kowtow, feeling as if he disrespected the martial god.
Jun Wu sighed, and the Crown Prince felt goosebumps rising on his body. "Xianle, there is no need to get so scared. Come near me."
Xie Lian hesitantly looked up just for their eyes to meet for a split second, and then he moved to sit closer to the other man. Jun Wu cupped the Prince's cheek, caressing it with his thumb.
Xie Lian's stare was on the man's arm, not courageous enough to see his face. The place he peeked at was at a sufficient angle; he could admire the costly robes and the Emperor's long hair slumping over his broad shoulders and even glimpse at his skin—everything was just right. He never wished for much.
He knew Jun Wu must have felt how scaldingly hot his cheek was. Xie Lian felt ashamed of whatever emotion made him that way. But—it was his god—why would he be ashamed? Didn't he want to let him see all of him? Even if the Emperor would hate him for that...
"Xianle is so beautiful. I wonder if he knows that."
Xie Lian gasped, "Beautiful? My Lord is too good..."
"All I say is true. I would never lie to my Xianle."
My Xianle.
"Thank you, my Lord," Xie Lian mumbled, sensing one of the fingers on his face go to his ear and brush his lobe and neck. He almost shuddered and moved the hands in his sleeves closer, trying to pick on the skin around his nails from nervousness.
And, once again, the hand of the Emperor stopped him from doing that. Xie Lian felt overwhelmed by all the attention he had gotten.
"Just look at you... Your eyes are this teary, and you tell me you are not scared."
"I-It is not fear, my Lord. Forgive me."
"Oh," Jun Wu hummed. "Then what is it?"
"I am..." he paused, glancing at the man, "just a bit embarrassed."
Precious, Jun Wu thought, making his hand wander lower, letting his fingers rest under the collar of Xie Lian's robes, right at the back of his neck, and the Prince tensed. So adorable and charming.
"And why is that? Did I do something to embarrass Xianle?"
"Of course not, my Lord. Never... It is just me."
Jun Wu leaned to Xie Lian, his breath tickling the boy's ear. "I feel like this is my doing as well."
The Emperor's words gently brushed Xie Lian's senses. He wriggled in his seat and straightened his back as he felt the other hand of the god stroke his hands which he almost forgot about.
"Please, forgive me for this..."
"It's natural. There's no need to worry."
"My Lord, I feel like it is not appropriate."
"You are the purest soul in the whole kingdom. Whatever you would do, it would never defile you in my eyes. Nothing is inappropriate when you are with me—remember that."
"My Lord..." he gasped.
"Don't be flustered. I know you admire me with all your heart. I can see that."
Xie Lian finally had a bit more courage to meet the god's eyes and mouth a silent "thank you," and Jun Wu smiled even brighter.
"Xianle has lovely earrings today. Maybe I should gift him something?"
"There is no need, my Lord..."
"Oh, I feel like there is. To apologize for being the cause of your embarrassment."
"Ah..." Xie Lian murmured, his head low.
They finished a few minutes after that with a promise of another meeting. When the Prince was eventually in his own chamber (after multiple people asked him how it went), he could finally sit and take a long breath. He had never felt that hot in his life, not even after the most excruciating dance practice.
Xie Lian woke up after one of the most beautiful dreams.
When the Crown Prince was peacefully asleep after rolling over for twenty minutes, he dreamt of someone... It was the same man he met at noon.
Xie Lian and Jun Wu were in the ritual room, but the god wasn't behind the curtain. He stood close, very close to the Prince—and he watched him with the very same gaze Xie Lian could feel on his whole body when he wasn't looking. It was so intoxicating.
The full moon's light was coming from the open window, and there was a sweet breeze on his body, making him shiver.
They didn't only stand there—in fact, Jun Wu was the only one standing, and Xie Lian was dancing. He was dancing way more intimately, sometimes brushing swanlike the god with the tips of his fingers, skimming his arms, and occasionally touching his hair, which in the dreamscape was as smooth as silk. He knew he wanted to embrace the man before and not let go, but it still was too far within his reach. They were near, encountering each other somewhere in Xie Lian's moves, but fate still made them miss.
Then, there was a scene where they were both sitting, and Xie Lian was lying with his back on the Emperor's lap, playing with his long dark hair, staring at his face like there was no tomorrow, while the god touched his brows, forehead and lips softly, caressing him like a trophy.
"My Xianle is so beautiful. I wonder if he knows that."
"Beautiful? My Lord is too good..."
As Xie Lian recalled, he knew these were the words he had heard the day before. And, oh, how he would love to let himself get carried away by that current of such memories...
In the dream, he wasn't wearing his robes, but just an outer robe, which wasn't even his—it belonged to the Emperor, had his scent so vivid Xie Lian could suffocate taking just one breath. It felt so... thrilling.
No, that wasn't the right word. Xie Lian knew there should be a better one to describe that emotion, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried.
"My Xianle blooms in my arms," Jun Wu said, brushing the strands of Xie Lian's hair from his face and tucking some of it behind his ear. Then, the Prince could sense him holding his hands tightly and bringing them to his lips, leaving delicate kisses on his knuckles. "I love my Xianle more than anyone. My orchid, my beautiful amaranth."
There was warmth in that dream, adoration and tenderness.
"I love my Emperor too."
When Xie Lian was awake, he was relieved that people don't get self-conscious in their dreams. And he had cold sweat on his back.
Before the Prince decided to get out of bed, he needed to calm down under the duvet. His cheeks were most likely redder than ever, and his breath hitched in his throat.
He had many thoughts making his mind foggy and head dizzy from all the ponderings. Why would he dream about something like that? It just wasn't right! It was silly and even disrespectful...
"Your Highness!" Suddenly, he heard Mu Qing's voice from outside the room. "There is a present for you!"
Xie Lian lifted his head and glanced at the door. He swiftly got out of bed, and before meaning to open the door, he tried to guess who would be the one giving him something...
And how bad he felt for forgetting, even if it was just a second.
He immediately hurried to open the door and let Mu Qing in. Behind him stood Feng Xin, looking a little amused after he presumed that Xie Lian had just woken up.
Mu Qing handed him the small package, at the same time greeting him.
Xie Lian sat on the bed, putting the gift on his lap. He gulped with his eyes wide open and his attention fully on the little white package. He fastly opened it and what he saw stunned him.
The Heavenly Emperor gave him the most captivating pearl earrings he had ever come across. These earrings were embellished with gold, and they looked as if they were shining.
Xie Lian wanted to break down and cry, but two pairs of eyes were on him—or more accurately—on his hands. They observed his nimble and lean fingers moving the earring and putting them on.
"Who is it from?" Feng Xin asked first, and Mu Qing just watched with his mouth agape.
Xie Lian turned around and eyed them. "You don't know?"
They both shook their heads.
"The queen told me to give it to you and that it's from an important person. Nothing else," declared Mu Qing.
Xie Lian chuckled quietly and began examining his reflection in the mirror, beaming. He brushed his hair and tucked it behind his ears to admire the earrings better.
"These aren't some small pearls..." said Feng Xin. "Really, who is it?"
"Didn't his Highness meet with the Heavenly Martial Emperor just yesterday?" Mu Qing interjected.
"Well," Xie Lian eventually began, smirking at them, "maybe it's from the Heavenly Emperor, maybe not..."
"So it really is!" said Feng Xin. "I can't believe this."
"You don't need to believe in anything. You can simply marvel over my new jewellery."
Mu Qing came closer to Xie Lian and had something in his hand. "There was this in the package as well."
The Prince took what looked like a piece of paper from him, thanking him, and immediately started reading its content with focus, all excited.
My dear Xianle,
I hope you like the gift. I would love to invite you today for tea and see you with the earrings. I know you look gorgeous.
Let's meet at the usual time.
Jun Wu.
Xie Lian's heart was beating fast. Not only did the Emperor sign just with "Jun Wu," but call him "his". He was his dear Xianle.
Mu Qing's voice brought him back to reality. "You are all red. Do you have a fever?"
"No, no, no. I don't have a fever," Xie Lian shooed his hand away. "Now, please, help me get ready for the day. I have a very important meeting in the afternoon."
Xie Lian missed how easygoing talking seemed to be with his friends or even in his dream. When facing the Heavenly Emperor, he got reminded of who that person really was and what great power he held. He couldn't even meet his eyes anymore.
Of course—he did formally greet and politely sat down—it was just that juncture from before had disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving him lost in the moment.
"You look ethereal. Pearls suit you better than any gem."
Xie Lian truthfully loved his voice and how he spoke—especially the words he called and described his person with. He knew he was the only one he talked to like that.
The Prince recalled his shameful dream and wanted to run away and hide. It was as if having a simple conversation with someone as meaningful as a god after such a dream was impolite. And it probably was, but Xie Lian desired to see him once more and couldn't refuse.
He got his chance from destiny to sit there, right in front of him, see his face and talk to him all alone—why would he ever want to decline? Because of a dream?
"This one is very thankful for such a gift. I cannot find any proper words to describe my gratitude, my Lord..."
"You don't need to, Xianle," he stated, smiling gently, "I can see it on your face."
After hearing his words, Xie Lian blushed, and he bashfully answered him with a smile and looked away. That was their third meeting alone, and he got a bit less stressed.
"You don't need to be so formal all the time," the man continued. "You did really well yesterday."
"I honestly feel like I should apologize for yesterday..."
"Don't say nonsense. I should be the one to apologize. I overstepped some boundaries."
"I-It is not like..." Xie Lian hesitated, "not like I didn't like that..."
The Prince looked down at his hands, reminding himself of the touch of Jun Wu's hand, feeling with all of his senses the detailed memory and their bodies so close... And again, there was that gaze on him, devouring him, wanting to keep him in that room forever, making him breathless.
"You may sit closer today as well."
Xie Lian's eyes shot open to concentrate on the Emperor's. Should he? He shouldn't... But since the man himself invites him, why shouldn't he?
So, the Crown Prince did sit close. Really close, and their knees almost brushed.
"Good," said Jun Wu, reaching to the table. "Today, I wanted you to taste these sweets..."
The Emperor held everything for Xie Lian, making him eat from his hand, and the Prince didn't protest—he liked it too much. He treasured the treatment he got, feeling more than just simply 'special'.
When one of Jun Wu's hands was near his mouth, the other would be under it to catch crumbs, or, sometimes, the Emperor would let his hand fall on Xie Lian's lap, making the Prince's muscles tense and his breath hitch—with each of those times, Xie Lian would repeatedly think about the man's hand touching his skin.
And, sometimes, it would all feel like the heat from his dream.
Xie Lian began regularly meeting with the Emperor alone. After some time, he wouldn't even need to ask to sit next to him, and it became their habit for the Prince to sit nearer.
There were always some of their gentle touches, never anything rushed. Jun Wu respected Xie Lian's modesty and waited for him—somewhere far away but always staying in place, no matter how many days had passed.
Xie Lian's favourite day was when the Emperor let the Prince feed him. He needed to hold his hand higher than the other man and was a bit scared at first to even ask. Jun Wu realized quickly that Xie Lian had something on his mind and pushed him to tell him what was it.
Xie Lian would get small but expensive gifts every day, making Mu Qing and Feng Xin gasp each time they saw them. He always wore them while meeting the Emperor, waiting for words of appreciation—and Jun Wu never let him down.
Xie Lian, the whole day, waited for their yet another meeting.
He sat next to the other man, the corners of his mouth high and eyes full of expectations. This time, he wore a robe from the Emperor, proudly letting everyone in the palace see his new gift.
He knew many people were jealous of his relationship with the god, which only encouraged him to show off more—he himself couldn't believe in how close they became and that the Heavenly Emperor actually wanted to see him outside of the summer festivals.
They had gotten so close that Xie Lian didn't even realize how their relationship looked.
The Prince was sitting on the man's lap in a tight embrace after being coaxed to let himself be held, the Emperor's fingers enveloping almost half of his waist.
"Today, I had a usual practice, nothing much different," Xie Lian said, his head laid on the broad chest. "If my Lord wants, I can show... Or I should change. I don't want to damage the robe."
"You are going to look beautiful dancing in that robe. Besides, Xianle is such a great dancer he would never do any damage."
"My Lord is overrating me, really."
"Nonsense."
Xie Lian stood up and hid his smile behind his sleeve. Jun Wu propped himself with an elbow on the table and watched him thoroughly, smirking. He knew they both most likely appeared frivolous and childish.
But why wouldn't he let the mask of a profound god and Heavenly Emperor fall for at least these few hours with his favourite Crown Prince? There was no reason against it; he felt like he needed to spoil and keep him all embarrassed and loving in his arms forever.
Then, these few hours really weren't much.
Xie Lian performed something not exhaustive, once again making the god before him fall in love—because Jun Wu would fall in love every day with every aspect of his Prince more and more. Whatever Xie Lian had given him, the Emperor would take and maintain in his heart; it was as simple as that.
After Xie Lian finished, he was back in Jun Wu's embrace, asking if he liked it.
And how could he not?
Jun Wu valued Xie Lian so much he sometimes couldn't understand himself. He desired and adored him, and he longed for these pieces in his heart to finally connect.
"My Xianle is so good to me, I wonder..." he paused, eyeing Xie Lian.
"What is it, my Lord?"
Jun Wu sighed, skimming the Prince's back and arm with his hand. "I wonder if my little doe would want me to cherish him whole."
Xie Lian, without a word, embraced the man's neck and hugged him tightly, almost as if he was scared of letting go, fearing that he would disappear.
"I want anything. Xianle is happy with anything."
Jun Wu held his breath as he stroked Xie Lian's back. "Will you lay on your back for this Emperor?"
And so, a little hesitantly, the Prince did, revealing the side of his neck perfectly for the other man to claim. His hair was dishevelled all around him, and his hands sweated from the stirring unknown that was about to happen—of course, he was nervous, but what he wouldn't do for the Emperor?
"You look perfect like this," Jun Wu said, and Xie Lian looked away, feeling hot all over his body. "I will take good care of you. You only need to promise me that there won't be anybody else in your life to see you like this."
"... There won't be anybody else. Only the Heavenly Emperor."
There were butterflies in the Prince's stomach, and, for a second, when he saw that the man was about to touch him further, he sensed a scary detachment from reality, making his mind cloudy, but it all vanished just as fast as it appeared. He needed to be there for him, and he knew it so well.
Jun Wu smiled, lowering his head to leave kisses on Xie Lian's face, savouring the submission he had gotten from the Prince. He kissed his forehead, cheeks and nose, saving the boy's first kiss as the last one.
He cupped Xie Lian's face with both hands, long fingers practically encircling his head, and bent more intimate, joining their lips. The Prince enveloped the man's neck, pulling him closer, wanting the man to see just how much he worshipped him.
Jun Wu loved how inviting Xie Lian was and how much the Crown Prince felt great affection for his person—even if it wasn't really for him but for his godhood—he was pleased with the devotion, wanting to take as much as Xie Lian gave him.
Jun Wu licked and sucked the pale skin of his neck, leaving hickeys so standing out that everyone in the palace would notice them later. Everyone would know who the Prince belonged to very well.
Xie Lian gasped and purred every time he felt the man's lips on his throat mixing with the touches of the hand under his robes, squeezing his nipples and teasing him. He got hard easily, almost becoming crazy from all of the sensations.
"You like that, huh?" Jun Wu chuckled. "You are so sensitive you crave any touch. Isn't that right? Don't you feel ashamed?"
"No, no..." Xie Lian panted, curling his fingers up tightly on the Emperor's outer robes. "Not any, never..."
"Xianle is this hard, and he thinks I would believe his words?"
Jun Wu lowered his hand to the erection in Xie Lian's pants, massaging it while the boy had his face hidden in his chest, hugging him.
"Xianle is not lying. I would never lie to the Emperor. I would do anything for the Emperor to believe me."
The corner of Jun Wu's mouth rose. "Anything?"
"A-Anything."
"Very well."
The man put his hand inside Xie Lian's pants, stroking his cock until the boy came with his breathing ragged and watery eyes. Jun Wu's fingers were all in his semen as he moved them to the Prince's lips.
"Lick it clean."
Xie Lian obeyed, getting rid of the hot white fluid from every digit, sometimes letting his gaze wander to the man's face. He did it with such a lewd expression Jun Wu supposed he would finish just from watching the Prince's pure face involved in such vulgar activities.
"The robe..." Xie Lian remarked.
"Xianle is doing great. I can give him any clothing he wants from whatever material he wishes. One dirty robe is not a problem," Jun Wu said and dropped the subject. "Would my beautiful dancer want to make this Emperor feel good as well?"
"O-Of course. I will do my best," Xie Lian said, sitting in front of the man, sensing his wet clothes sticking to his thighs, moving his own hands to the Emperor's lower part of the body, but the man interrupted him before he touched his cock.
Jun Wu held his wrists, rubbing them with his thumbs and smiled warmly at Xie Lian. "Use your tongue first."
The Prince was speechless, slouching from embarrassment, but swiftly began to do as the god told him. He licked along the shaft, perceiving the big hand in his hair pleasingly scratching the back of his head until he felt like he would melt.
"Kiss the tip, little doe. I want to see you honouring me some more this prettily."
Xie Lian closed his mouth, positioning himself right on the precum, letting it smudge his lips.
"Open up and take me some more now. Come one," Jun Wu urged, and the hand on the Prince's head shoved him further.
Xie Lian doubtfully let the erection slide on his tongue and touch the insides of his cheeks. The fingers in his hair tightened and pulled him gently, instructing him on what to do.
The Prince moved up and down until he couldn't fit more, sometimes feeling the man push him to take better of his length, causing him to gag around his cock. Jun Wu would mainly appreciate what he could when sensing Xie Lian's throat tense, trying not to take it too far and restrain himself. He was lucky enough to make him do all of that.
Xie Lian attempted to take more of the god's cock himself, not wanting to dissatisfy him but give him as much fulfilment he could even though he didn't know what to do. The Prince was more than happy whenever Jun Wu would groan, his breathing would become heavier, or his grasp tighten. It was his indication that he was doing well even when his eyes were all teary, and his jaw hurt from the amount he needed to take.
And, he knew he was doing well because right above him, his god would remind him that with words.
"Xianle is so needy, really," Jun Wu sighed. "I'm glad we could get to know how skilful you are. I certainly won't let it go to waste."
He told him he was close, and he still didn't move his hands, making sure Xie Lian would swallow every drop of his seed. The Prince's adam's apple bobbed as he drank the hot liquid, feeling full right after. He had semen and saliva on his chin, and Jun Wu wiped it with his thumb, making him lick it as well.
Xie Lian panted, coughing, and the Emperor stroked his head and held his hand, hushing him.
Before the Prince could react, he was on his back again, undressed, and Jun Wu was between his dainty legs, admiring his body and pouring oil between his cheeks, rubbing his hole and trying to fit the tip of his finger inside.
"How is it?" he chuckled. "Are you scared?"
"No, I'm not..." Xie Lian answered, trying to steady his breath.
"You said you would never lie to me," Jun Wu smirked.
Xie Lian felt nervous, his mind full of ways he could reply. He never felt this ridiculous.
"I am sorry, I—" he paused, the finger slowly pushing inside of him, "I did not want to disappoint you, my Lord. I am sorry. I am sorry," he almost cried, but Jun Wu hushed him again, stroking his temple with his free hand, and Xie Lian leaned to the touch, holding that hand to calm down.
"You would never disappoint me. Remember that," the Emperor said, adding another finger. "Sorry for teasing you. I know how important that is to you, yet I play with my Xianle's feelings."
After a third finger and more stretching, Jun Wu deemed Xie Lian ready, and so he positioned himself better, his cock in hand, hard again.
"I will be delicate. Tell me when to stop."
Xie Lian nodded, still gripping the man's hand, this time stronger. He almost squicked when the tip was inside him, more of Jun Wu's length pushing into his tight entrance.
"I'm your first, aren't I? Are you excited? You won't be a virgin anymore."
"It's alright..."
"'Alright'? Wasn't that meaningful to you?"
"If it's the Emperor, then it's alright."
Jun Wu almost burst out laughing, "Silly child."
"What this one is saying is true. A god like the Emperor would never make me feel defilement. I saved myself for the purity of the rituals, and I'm here for the Emperor now."
The man snorted, "You frankly are something else..."
When he was sheathed fully in his hole, he began thrusting, touching Xie Lian's sensitive walls, gradually quickening his pace. He had one of his hands under the boy's head not to hurt him, and the other was on his hip. The Prince had his legs around the man's waist, trying to move slightly with him.
"My Xianle is so nice and hot around me," Jun Wu groaned, going faster and faster until Xie Lian could only whine and moan underneath him while his long hair tickled his face.
The Prince felt full with the Emperor's cock inside him, moaning as the man would hit his sweet spot.
"Huh, you are so loud, shameless prince."
"... am sorry, I will try to—" he sighed, "I will lower my voice."
"No need," Jun Wu whispered, dropping his head to his ear, "I love it."
Xie Lian shuddered after a particularly hard thrust, holding his breath, and the next thing he knew, he came again, making his stomach all painted white.
"Already?" the man asked, amused. "Isn't this too easy for you?"
The Emperor was still pushing into his overstimulated body, and the Prince felt like he was about to collapse, his knees hurting. He embraced Jun Wu's neck to have him closer to his body and feel more grounded.
He didn't want to tell him to stop and take away his satisfaction, so he remained silent until tears flowed down his temples. He felt so overwhelmed and exposed all over; even the nails of the Emperor clawing at his hip were pleasure and pain combined.
After Jun Wu came in his hole, coating his insides in semen, filling him to the brim, he kissed his forehead and finally let him rest. The man covered Xie Lian's body with his outer robe when he saw him shiver and laid on his side, observing him closely.
"Look at you... Was it too much for your first time?"
Xie Lian took his hand out from under the robe and encircled his fingers with Jun Wu's, moving closer to the man's body. He shook his head and closed his eyes, feeling like he would fall asleep any minute.
"Thank you, my Lord," Xie Lian said.
"And what is my Xianle thanking me for?" he kissed the boy's nose.
"For making this one feel good and for being able to be useful."
"Yes, you certainly are something else," Jun Wu chuckled. "I bet you would even want to be my bride."
"... O-Of course I would, my Lord!"