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"Ah," said Yuan Chu as Ci Xuan flipped back the silk cloth on the black lacquered tray.
Ci Xuan looked up from the set of sleek green jade sounds, each curved slightly like a dragon in flight, to observe Yuan Chu where he was propped up on the pillows.
Yuan Chu looked well, this long out from the terrible shed Ci Xuan had carried him from; while his yang energy would never recover fully, his meridians too burned from his old master's devouring lust, he was able to move about their little bamboo house, to cook small meals to feed them both, to play compositions on his flute, to bring himself and Ci Xuan happiness. His once-shorn hair had grown lustrous and dark, just brushing his shoulders, and his hollowed cheeks had filled in. The shadows of autumn leaves danced across his interested expression.
"This one would never demand such of you," said Ci Xuan, watching Yuan Chu tip his head, lean forward from his position on the bed to get a closer view at the tray between them. "This one would be more than happy, all the days of our lives, to simply keep Yuan Chu at his side."
Yuan Chu glanced up at him, dark eyes flashing through even darker lashes, and bit his lower lip, a pale pink flush rising on his sharp cheekbones. "I would give you this without restraint," he said, direct as he would never have been in the days after his arrival. "If this can bring you pleasure, I would do it." His entrance and passage had been abused before his rescue, and even now Yuan Chu's body fought with all its instinctive strength against touch there, even if Yuan Chu himself wanted it, begged for it, had wept to quiet exhaustion against Ci Xuan's chest at his shame.
Ci Xuan never wanted to see this man despise himself so thoroughly again, and a few discreet inquiries had led to this commissioned work fetching up at the bamboo house.
"This Ci Xuan-" he paused, forced himself to be clearer. "I honor your trust in me and would not misuse it, even by error. Please know that all you need to tell this one is stop, and I will do so."
"Your worries are unnecessary," said Yuan Chu with a soft smile that cut Ci Xuan's heartstrings, "but appreciated, nonetheless. Shall we begin?"
Ci Xuan sat fully on the bed, then helped Yuan Chu settle back against his chest. It was easier to remember now, feeling how light his beloved was in comparison to him, how slender his wrists, just how much younger he was.
Life had treated him cruelly before he'd even begun to experience it.
"Ci Xuan," said Yuan Chu, amused and absorbed in petting the spill of Ci Xuan's hair where some of it had escaped onto his own chest. "Your Yuan Chu requests you stop brooding." He plucked up a lock of hair and rubbed it between thumb and forefinger, then said, smile taking on a mischievous tinge, "Else your hair may find itself all braided before we even start."
Ci Xuan captured Yuan Chu's hand in his own, drew it up to lay a soft kiss upon pale scarred skin: a kiss that grew into the scrape of teeth and a gentle bite as Yuan Chu blushed with the same perfect and delicate hue as a spring strawberry coated in dew.
"This master hears," Ci Xuan said against Yuan Chu's trembling wrist, tongue darting out to soothe the sting of his teeth, and then used his grip to guide Yuan Chu's hand over to settle on his own thigh. He curled his fingers over Yuan Chu's, and Yuan Chu understood immediately, anchoring himself in Ci Xuan's trousers and mirroring it with his other hand. Ci Xuan released him with a pat, then said, "Yuan Chu must keep his hands there as long as he wishes me to continue."
He slipped his hands into Yuan Chu's trousers, found him gratifyingly hard, and eased the trousers down over his hips while Yuan Chu's breathing hitched. Then he returned, cupping Yuan Chu's cock in one hand, adoring how it filled his grip, the way Yuan Chu's hips rocked as Ci Xuan rubbed his thumb over the tiny teardrop slit, already wet.
With his other hand, Ci Xuan reached for the first and smallest sound, felt and savored Yuan Chu's tiny, airless gasp as the tip of the sound circled the flared rim of his cock, spreading and mingling oil and Yuan Chu's own wetness.
"Has anyone had this of Yuan Chu before?" Ci Xuan said, low and fierce against the shell of Yuan Chu's ear. The sound, cool and slick in his fingers, danced closer and closer to Yuan Chu's slit, caught, slipped away, and Yuan Chu released a forlorn sound that made Ci Xuan want to devour him. "Has anyone seen how hungry my Yuan Chu's body can be?"
"Not-" Yuan Chu shuddered, paused, fingers kneading at Ci Xuan's hard thighs, and Ci Xuan took the moment to let cool, strengthening qi infuse Yuan Chu's shattered and scarred meridians, give him strength. Yuan Chu finished, "Not like this. Ci Xuan is the only one who will ever know me so deeply."
"See that it is so," said Ci Xuan sternly, half-jest, half-not, and then lined the tip of the sound up with Yuan Chu's slit, firmed the cradle of his other hand about the shaft, and let gravity take hold.
It was a revelation: the smooth slide of jade piercing into Yuan Chu's body, taking what he had never shared with another; the end of it rising back into Ci Xuan's fingers as Yuan Chu's core tightened, then falling once more with his surrender; the blush-pink of his slit going pale and taut as the sound slipped deeper; most of all, how Yuan Chu turned his face aside into Ci Xuan's neck, releasing tiny, endless sounds of overwhelmed pleasure, whines and little gasps, half-formed words that Ci Xuan wanted to hoard in his chest, alight with how deeply he was trusted.
The curve of the sound's shaft slipped in, aiming the tip towards Yuan Chu's spot. It was obvious when the sound pressed into it, stimulating it as Ci Xuan had never been able to do, for Yuan Chu's legs fell further open in offering, hips rolling into the pleasure, and Yuan Chu moaned sweetly against Ci Xuan's skin, the flutter of his lashes now wet.
"Is it good, baobei?" Ci Xuan murmured, nuzzling against the crown of Yuan Chu's head where he'd tucked himself away, finding shelter for his vulnerability in Ci Xuan's body. "May your Ci Xuan continue?"
Yuan Chu flexed his fingers, still tightened in Ci Xuan's trousers, in answer, and Ci Xuan huffed a laugh, warm through with his beloved's bravery.
He fell into the rhythm: a slow, steady withdrawal, jade shaft rising into light, glistening with oil and clear fluid and the first pale hints of Yuan Chu’s seed, Yuan Chu’s breathing speeding and cracking, his restless body searching, and then a relentless, gentle conquering, filling Yuan Chu’s delicate cock with warm, smooth jade, feeling the invasion of it with his own thumb from the outside.
Yuan Chu responded, beautiful as he was in all things, gasping and arching, a picture of surrender and acceptance. His lips brushed Ci Xuan’s throat, then sealed shut, teeth a soft pressure, and Ci Xuan laughed, delighted.
“May I try something?”
Yuan Chu drew away with a gentle nip, then said, voice tickling Ci Xuan’s skin and speaking as if he were in a half-dream,
“Please do.”
Ci Xuan released his grip on the end of the sound, Yuan Chu accepting that last invasion with a sigh, and slipped his hand down further, between slim thighs that widened in welcome. He found Yuan Chu’s testicles, pressed further behind, and carefully curled his fingertip up and in.
His fingertip found the tip of the sound, a palpable hardness, and Yuan Chu-
Yuan Chu shattered. His hips surged upwards, cock slipping through the loose tunnel of Ci Xuan’s fingers. His moan was a wondrous, overwhelmed thing, loud in the quiet confines of their bamboo hut, and his fingers scrabbled for purchase on Ci Xuan’s thighs.
White seed welled up around where the sound stuffed his slit, started to fall in glistening strands over the edge of his rim and onto Ci Xuan’s knuckles. Ci Xuan left off the gentle pressure of his fingers against the sound within him, let his hand rise to capture the trembling end of the sound, and drew it up and out in one careful, steady motion.
The sound was coated in Yuan Chu’s seed, and every millimeter that came free allowed more of Yuan Chu’s release to well up and over. Yuan Chu panted, flung his head back on Ci Xuan’s broad shoulder, his face a painting of beatific surrender: fluttering lashes, spreading blush, swollen lips half-open around cracked breaths that contained nothing but helpless pleasure and the blurred shapes of Ci Xuan’s name.
The tip came free, and Yuan Chu shuddered anew, gripped hard at Ci Xuan’s thighs with a shocked cry, and while Ci Xuan watched with wondering and wet eyes, spilled again: copious clear fluid that rushed from his pouting, worn slit, drenched Ci Xuan’s knuckles, darkened the silk beneath them in ecstatic release.
Yuan Chu’s hands loosened, slid sideways from Ci Xuan’s thighs into his own lap, and yes, all right-
Ci Xuan laid the sound aside and gathered up his beloved in his arms, bent his mouth to Yuan Chu’s, and drank every gasped “thank you” into himself until they ceased.