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It was a sunny spring morning when a certain God awoke in Puqi shrine. Xie Lian stretched his limbs sleepily and then settled once more on his side, content to just lay there and rest a bit more. He had been working all day yesterday, helping the villagers reap their crops and thus his sleep muddled brain decided he deserved some more sleep. At least that was until he realised something was missing. Namely, someone that should have been laying, asleep or awake, right next to him on their mattress.
Where has San Lang gone to?
That was the first thing that got his attention. The second thing was something more…pressing. Xie Lian immediately blushed in embarrassment once he realised he had once again fallen victim to a certain situation between his legs.
His first idea was to start reciting the Ethics Sutra until the situation resolved itself. But when that didn’t work and his husband was still nowhere to be found, Xie Lian decided he had to get up and look for him. If nothing else, just to make sure his San Lang was okay. It was very unlike him to leave the mattress before him these days afterall.
Xie Lian got up and covered his bare torso with his cultivator robe. He was wearing pants but had seen no reason for an undershirt in this heat. And he wouldn’t have to go far anyway, he could already hear his husband humming from the working area they had built for him under the shrine.
The God carefully descended the stairs. He tried to be silent but was immediately noticed by Hua Cheng who frantically got up from his stool and stood in front of the pedestal, as if to hide what he was working on from him. Xie Lian chuckled at his attempt and was certain the Ghost King would be blushing if he was human. What was he making this time?
“Good morning San Lang!”
Now that Xie Lian approached him more, he could smell the distinctive aroma of freshly cut wood. A wood sculpture? He leaned to the side trying to take a peak.
“Good morning, Your Highness”
Hua Cheng sighed and realised he couldn't keep his creation a secret from his husband for long. Xie Lian looked up into his eye with a pleading look. He couldn’t say no and thus he stepped aside, letting his husband look at his sculpture.
It wasn’t fully complete. The small statue was starting to take the shape of Xie Lian sweaty from manual labor, perhaps from when he was helping the villagers yesterday? His chest and abdomen were already perfectly sculpted, visible since his robe was more open than usual. His hair was sticking to his forehead and was anything but perfect, but Xie Lian still thought that what he was seeing was the most perfect version of himself anyone had ever turned into art. It was something natural and beautiful in the way he always was when Hua Cheng was looking at him. Not the idolized version of himself countless followers had once worshiped him as, but the him that would get muddy and dirty and tired from helping people and living life. The only thing completely missing was his facial features.
“It’s not finished yet”
“It's perfect” said Xie Lian breathlessly.
He was properly blushing and could tell San Lang noticed. He could feel his blood going somewhere it definitely wouldn't have been going if Xie Lian was capable of controlling it. He must have stayed silent for too long cause when he looked up again, his husband was looking at his growing bulge with his visible eye’s pupil blown.
Realising he had noticed, Xie Lian sighed. The God made his way to the Ghost King while making eye contact and sat on the stool he was previously sitting at. He tried to take Hua Cheng’s hand in his to pull him closer but he was swift to pull his whole arm away as if in a flinch.
“Your Highness, my hands are dirty. Your husband apologises.”
Xie Lian pouted. It was true that his hands were dirty with wood dust and greasy with oil, but he didn’t care! San Lang could just wipe them away! Xie Lian had definitely been in worse things than a bit of wood dust. Thankfully, Hua Cheng’s body had a different idea than his brain, his arousal visible.
He doesn't need his hands anyway, Xie Lian rationalised as he slowly reached for San Lang’s erection.
The Ghost King tried to make a sound but his voice stuttered when he understood what his God was going to do. His legs were barely keeping him upright as Xie Lian reached and, with the experience of someone who has done this several times, freed his member from his pants.
“Gege wha-”
Xie Lian wrapped his slender fingers around Hua Cheng and gave him a slow barely there stroke.
“Shh let me take care of San Lang”
He quickly found a slow and steady rhythm. After a bit he could tell his San Lang was getting close. His hips started jerking forward, trying to follow his hand while heated moans kept escaping his mouth that was left slightly agape.
“Gege stop plea- AH- not like this”
Xie Lian slowed to a stop.
“How does San Lang want it?”
Hua Cheng looked like he was trying to come up with something. His hands were clenching at his sides where they had remained, careful not to touch Xie Lian and dirty him, but very obviously craving to reach for him at the same time.
Suddenly Hua Cheng reached for his woodworking tools. He picked up one of the clean chisels he hadn't worked with and carefully examined it. He turned it wrong side up, where the metal was more blunt, and carefully dragged it across his arm. It left behind no wound and no pain.
“This San Lang wants to please you too”
Of course he couldn’t touch him with his hands, but the chisel? That was clean.
Hua Cheng reached down with the chisel and carefully used it to move Xie Lian's robe aside. The God, once he realised what was about to happen, blushed and removed his robe, letting it fall down on the floor.
The blunt side of the chisel easily found its way to his clavicles. The sensation of the cold metal against his skin sent sparks or arousal to his already hardening member. At the sight, San Lang grinned playfully and continued teasing the skin. He made his way across both clavicles, then lowered towards the sternum. He lingered there for a while before slowly moving towards Xie Lian’s nipples.
“More!” Xie Lian almost growled, his face flushed, head thrown back in obvious arousal.
The sensation of the now warming chisel against his chest was almost too much. San Lang didn’t stay there for long, since Xie Lian’s hips started moving forward, looking for friction.
Hua Cheng leaned over Xie Lian, his hand still kept away from him. His face inched closer to his ear, where he let his tongue touch the earlobe before whispering.
“Gege can touch himself if he so wishes”
Xie Lian didn't have to be told twice. He steadied himself against the wall behind him and reached down with his other hand. To Hua Cheng’s surprise, he didn’t touch his very obviously painful leaking erection, but further back, reaching inside his pants. The sight itself made San Lang impossibly harder.
Xie Lian on the other hand was almost at his limit. He channeled spiritual power to his fingertips in an attempt to make this go faster, then quickly used one, then two, then three, while Hua Cheng kept caressing him with the chisel across his sweaty abdomen.
Once the metal reached his throbbing erection and began teasing him over his pants, Xie Lian had had enough. He got up from the stool and removed his stained pants, finally letting his member free. San Lang stared at him lovingly, lust evident on his face. His God was truly too beautiful. His sculptures would never do him justice.
He was so deep in thought, he got surprised when he felt Xie Lian’s strong arm reach for his waist and push him on the stool.
“Gege..?”
“Inside!”
He almost commanded him as he wrapped his hand around San Lang’s erection and lined himself up hovering above him. His mouth had gone dry with arousal as Xie Lian lowered his hips.
His God was moving in a circular motion bringing intense pleasure to them both. He was sweating, his hair was tussled and he was absolutely perfect in his imperfection. Hua Cheng felt like no matter how many times he tried carving him from wood or stone, he would never do him justice. His God. His husband. His.
Xie Lian ground down harder, chasing his orgasm. Hua Cheng was trying his best to remain seated on the stool and let the God take his pleasure from his body. In the end he failed, his hips involuntarily thrusting up.
“Aaah-”
Xie Lian yelped as he felt his husband letting go inside him. He kept moving until his own body went rigid and released, covering Hua Cheng’s heaving abdomen with his spill.
The God then collapsed, utterly spent and tired. The Ghost King careful not to touch him with his still dirty hands, picked Xie Lian up and carried him upstairs and to their mattress. He cleaned himself up and brought a wet towel with him when he returned. He used his spiritual energy to warm the towel up before touching Xie Lian’s oversensitive skin. The God groaned in disapproval.
“I need to clean you up your Highness”
“Mmn”
Once San Lang deemed him clean enough he threw the towel aside to be taken care of at a later time and he too collapsed on the mattress right next to his husband. Xie Lian moved towards him and settled cuddled up at his side.
“Have a good rest, your Highness. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
San Lang was content to hold his God for as long as he’d like him too.
After all, the sculpture could wait.