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Xie Lian is not entirely sure how he got here. He started out by simply typing ‘Hua Cheng demon king’ into the search bar on his browser. Then of course, he clicked around and found some interesting information. Like the fact that Hua Cheng was in fact not just some demon king but the demon king. Also, that he was the subject of many desires.
Xie Lian had had the misfortune (but was it really?) of accidentally following a link to a site that specialized in art and fanfiction of Hua Cheng as a very appealing being, in the sexual sense entirely. There was a piece where he was clad in just a black cloth as he lounged on an iron throne, the cloth concealing his most intimate part but leaving everything else bare. It was not entirely accurate, but Xie Lian had seen enough of Hua Cheng’s skin to be able to use his imagination to fill in the gaps. It led to him scrolling incessantly and resolutely ignoring the growing puddle of warmth in his belly. There were writings where the reader could insert themselves as the subject of Hua Cheng’s many whims in the bedroom and Xie Lian may have abused his overactive imagination a bit too much in that regard.
Either way, it brought him to now, where he is desperately squirming in his sleep as a pale hand ghosts over his abdomen and snakes into his shirt. He gasps as cold lips press to his neck and feels fingers twisting around his nipples to tug at them. He wakes up just as the mouth descends over his own and a brilliant red eye stares into him. Xie Lian is buried in a mass of blankets and his face is slowly turning red as the dream pieces itself together and then disappears. It’s become a frequent occurrence. Every night, Hua Cheng caresses his body and leaves a trail of kisses, and just as he is about to reach his lips he awakes. Not only does it leave him feeling completely unsatisfied, but it also makes it impossible for him to look Hua Cheng in the eye the next morning. Because the red would flash before him instead of the black orbs and he would shiver as phantom fingers left a trail of fire up his sides despite their chill.
Hua Cheng was not one to leave Xie Lian’s sudden change in behavior unnoticed. The fact that Xie Lian could no longer look him in the eye for more than a few seconds, as well as the way he would jolt whenever Hua Cheng appeared too close to him, close enough for him to feel that cold breath down his neck, and the frequent cold showers. Of course, if Xie Lian would not accept his feelings and act on them, Hua Cheng simply needed to give him a little nudge, in the form of a few dreams. Of course, he had discovered the pictures Xie Lian had been staring at one night. Hua Cheng had left to deal with some matters and had materialized in a corner of Xie Lian’s bedroom, hoping to surprise him. He had inched closer but had stopped when he caught sight of what was on the screen. It was his likeness, but that was not what made him tilt his head. It was rather the way Xie Lian gripped at his shorts, the way his ears were a flaming red, and the way he clicked away from the picture to find more explicit ones. Hua Cheng watched then left. When Xie Lian behaved as he usually did the next morning, he had decided to make use of the vulnerability that came through when one was asleep. Of course, it was not actually him in the dreams, simply what could be.
They were of mutual enjoyment, however, albeit not as mutually satisfying.
Xie Lian was squirming again. This time he had tired himself out as much as possible before bed by cleaning the entire house, preparing chopped vegetables for the next day, and clearing out his closet, dodging all of Hua Cheng’s requests to let him help. He had barely managed to shower and drag himself to bed, before wishing his demon king goodnight and falling into what he had hoped would be a dreamless slumber from sheer exhaustion.
But no.
Instead, he lay on his back with his hands tangled in long black locks as a tongue lapped at his leaking cock. There had been no wandering hands and kisses this time, he had somehow slipped right into this unbelievably debauched state with Hua Cheng nestled between his legs. He broke out in a startled moan when his mouth descended on him, swallowing him whole until he was gasping for air and was tugging at Hua Cheng’s hair, half torn with wanting him to stop because it was too much and the other half teetering on the edge of begging for more.
Hua Cheng moves away just as Xie Lian jerks his hips into his mouth, sudden and with intent, leaving him whining, on the verge of tears because he was so close. A dark chuckle is all he hears before he is flipped onto his stomach, his hips grabbed and pulled back until his entrance aligns with something hard and long. Xie Lian unconsciously pushes back, searching for a semblance of touch. He shivers as Hua Cheng drags a finger down his spine and bends over him, a hand slipping around to slide over Xie Lian’s length and whispers in his ear.
“Gege wants this so much, doesn’t he?”
Xie Lian can only whimper as the tip pushes into him, Hua Cheng sucking into his neck and using his other hand to squeeze around the base of his length, preventing him from coming. He trembles when Hua Cheng enters him fully and falls forward until only his hips are held up. Hua Cheng does not move, instead, he lets his hands wander up and down his sides, occasionally kissing his spine. It becomes almost unbearable, Xie Lian wants to scream.
“S-San Lang, please.”
Hua Cheng moves then, just enough to make Xie Lian release an embarrassingly obscene sound.
“Yes, gege?”
Xie Lian can only tilt his hips back and forth on his own, fingers gripping at the sheets at the lack of stimulation. Before he can respond, Hua Cheng pulls out completely and thrusts back in just as fast.
“Ah-ngh!”
The last of his strength vanishes, his body at the mercy of Hua Cheng. Xie Lian mewls and moans into the sheets as tears flow freely in response to Hua Cheng’s now rapid movements, dragging himself in and out of him with a vigor that left him boneless with pleasure. Xie Lian laboriously turns his head around to gaze at his tormentor, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink and tear-stained, leaving his eyes glossy and shiny and displaying lips that have been bitten to a tempting red. Hua Cheng stares back, eyes once more flashing crimson as his grip tightens to a bruise; his thrusts somehow increasing in pace until Xie Lian has his eyes rolling back into his head and he feels the growing heat in his belly reach a peak.
His eyes fly open, a choked moan flying out of his throat. Back arching as he comes, Xie Lian lays against his bed, alone, with his pajamas still on but pants now drenched. He gasps, heart erratic as if he really had been fucked to within an inch of his life, and raises shaking hands to feel at his neck where Hua Cheng had sucked in hard enough to leave a mark but feels only warm sweat, his skin feeling smooth. Gulping, Xie Lian stumbles to his mirror, strips down and examines himself. There are no bruises around his hips from those cold hands, his neck is unblemished, and his back is not sore. It really had been… just a dream.
It hits him then, that his cock is still standing, somehow upright despite the orgasm and he groans just as the door opens. Hua Cheng stands there, smile frozen as Xie Lian blinks back, entirely naked with an erection.
“San Lang, I can explain!”