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Xie Lian woke in the softest of beds, on the smoothest of sheets, wrapped in an embrace which should be cold to the touch, but always left him warm and comforted. He smiled, cuddling down into the plush pillow under his head. It was still early, and there were surely still several hours until they needed to rise. Still, Xie Lian felt energized even if it was yet to be fully morning, and turned carefully in Hua Cheng’s grip. He blinked, and then felt his smile widen as he was met with his husband’s sleepy, yet awake, face.
“Good morning San Lang,” he greeted, hearing his surprise laced into his voice. “I did not expect you to be awake.”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng mumbled, the pout clear in his voice. Even if Xie Lian had not been able to see it, he would have been able to picture it. A soft giggle bubbled up his throat, but Xie Lian managed to control it down into a wide grin, warmth filling his chest like it was the sun rising. “It is too early. Why are you awake?”
“I’m well rested,” Xie Lian proclaimed, his hands moving up and down Hua Cheng’s back slowly, feeling a content sigh slip from Hua Cheng’s lips. “I didn’t mean to wake you though.”
“‘s fine,” Hua Cheng mumbled, adorably sleepy still. He blinked a couple of times, and then a smirk curled on his lips, one which made Xie Lian’s stomach flip, anticipation rising in his chest. After years of marriage, Xie Lian would say he was a fairly good judge of his husband’s mood, and this one especially. Hua Cheng looked over, lowered lashes, body stretching out like a lazy cat in the bed. His form shifted, and soon he was not the taller ghost king with one eye scared, his hair wild against the red sheets. Instead he was the young man Xie Lian had met on an ox-cart years ago, ponytail askew, dark eyes, a cheeky grin. His sleeping robes, which Hua Cheng had tied very loosely around himself the night before, vanished as his form changed, exposing pale bare skin.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian managed, but Hua Cheng rolled over to his chest, the sheet coming to drape over his ass, just covering him.
“Gege should make it up to me, waking me this early,” he said, sounding cheeky. Xie Lian felt his cheeks flush. He knew where this was leading, but decided to play along. He did not mind after all. He was energized, and well, his husband was very seductive. It was impossible for Xie Lian not to want to indulge him, even if he knew it would spoil him terribly.
It would not be so bad, he thought. San Lang deserved spoiling, deserved to have all the good things Xie Lian could give him.
“San Lang,” he said again, reaching over, his fingers trailing over Hua Cheng’s spine. Hua Cheng closed his eyes, a hum of contentment slipping from his lips. “How can this devoted husband be of service?”
Another smirk tugged at Hua Cheng’s lips. Xie Lian wondered if he still thought he could surprise Xie Lian, if he thought he didn’t know what he was going to suggest before the words had left his lips. They did not do this often, but it was not rare enough that Xie Lian did not know what it was his husband was craving.
Hua Cheng arched, pushing his ass up in the air as if to make his point clear before he spoke. Xie Lian played along, avoiding to slip his hand under the sheet, even if he very much wanted to. Hua Cheng turned, his dark gaze making Xie Lian’s stomach turn with want. “This San Lang would like Gege inside him,” he said in a low voice, and despite knowing it was coming, Xie Lian felt his cheeks heat.
“Ah, San Lang,” he answered, continuing to stroke up and down Hua Cheng’s spine. He felt his cock start to fill, need drumming through his veins.
“Gege won’t?” he asked, pouting, as if he wasn’t noticing how Xie Lian was reacting.
“Of course, if my beloved wishes it,” Xie Lian assured, his hand slipping down below the sheet. His fingers danced over Hua Cheng’s ass, teasing back. “I do want to be a good husband after all.”
“This San Lang would be honored,” Hua Cheng said, his eyes slipping closed again. He ached once more, into Xie Lian’s touch. So shameless. Xie Lian loved him so much.
“I have a request of my own however, if San Lang doesn't mind?” he said, his hand coming to cup one of Hua Cheng’s cheeks. Xie Lian had pushed up on his side fully now, so he could rest his face in his palm as he touched Hua Cheng with the other hand.
“Hm?” Hua Cheng said, a questioning noise. He cracked his eyes open, his gaze dark with desire. He was truly breathtaking. “Is Gege feeling playful? This San Lang would be happy to indulge in any of Gege’s fantasies.” His gaze was mischievous, when he added; “He’s indulged in enough of mine after all.”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian scolded as his cheeks flushed, pinching Hua Cheng’s cheek lightly, causing him to yelp. “Stop teasing me.”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng groaned, and then looked at him from below his lashes again. “Kiss this lowly husband quiet then.” He leaned in towards him, and Xie Lian sighed, moving towards him as well. Just before their lips met, he paused.
“What about my request?” he asked, and Hua Cheng let out a huff, looking up to meet Xie Lian’s gaze. It took a lot out of Xie Lian’s self-restraint, not to simply fall into him, to kiss until they were both breathless.
“Yes, please tell San Lang all about what you want Gege,” Hua Cheng promised, and Xie Lian knew he meant it. He shuffled closer, his hand moving down the crease between Hua Cheng’s cheeks, his lips ghosting over his husband’s.
“I want San Lang to be in his original form,” he breathed, and felt Hua Cheng stifen, just for a moment.
“Oh,” Hua Cheng breathed, and Xie Lian pulled back, just to meet his gaze.
“Would that be okay?” he asked, his fingers still making their way down. They teased, back and forth, lower and lower, as he waited
“If it is what Dianxia wants,” Hua Cheng asked, eyes falling closed once more as he ached into the touch. Xie Lian’s fingers moved over his hole, and Hua Cheng gasped. Xie Lian swallowed. He was so hard now, and he wanted to move forward, but he wanted to make sure Hua Cheng was comfortable. Xie Lian found him to be the most handsome in all the realms, but he knew his husband still felt slightly unfavorable about his original form.
“It is,” Xie Lian said. He loved all of Hua Cheng’s forms, but he loved the original one especially. It was just so handsome, wild and breathtaking. “If it is something San Lang is comfortable with.”
“Yes,” Hua Cheng confirmed, and Xie Lian trusted the sincerity in his voice. His body started shifting under Xie Lian’s touch, and with the next blink, he was once again taller, long wild hair spilling over his back, one black eye looking at Xie Lian.
“Good,” Xie Lian said, and then leaned in. Hua Cheng met him, and their lips brushed, teasing and sweet. It only lasted a breath, before they fell into each other, tongues sliding together as the kiss deepened. Xie Lian barely had time to break away to ask for the oil, but Hua Cheng produced it easily, a vial by his side for Xie Lian to dip his fingers into. It made pushing his finger into Hua Cheng’s body slick and easy, and Hua Cheng groaned, his body opening up under Xie Lian’s touches.
“San Lang is so beautiful,” Xie Lian said, lips pressed insistently to Hua Cheng’s as his finger moved inside him. “This husband is so fortunate to touch him, to have his body at his mercy.”
“Dianxia,” Hua Cheng moaned, and Xie Lian gasped at the sound, his own desire heavy between his legs. “Gege, please.”
“I always feel so fortunate,” Xie Lian said, pushing a second finger into Hua Cheng’s waiting body. “To touch San Lang like this, to get to see him, to know he lets me take him, give him pleasure.” Xie Lian was not used to talking so much in bed, it was usually Hua Cheng who were the one who spoke such obscenities they made Xie Lian flush down to his toes. He felt like these things needed to be said, now that Hua Cheng had been kind enough to abide by his request. He continued to move his fingers in and out of Hua Cheng’s body, pulling his mouth away to press kisses to his jaw.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng moaned loudly, and Xie Lian hummed, licking over the sharp curve.
“San Lang has such a handsome face, his jaw so sharp,” he said, nipping slightly at it before he moved down. “His throat is so soft under my lips, and so perfect for me to hide my face in,” he continued, pressing sweet kisses down the column. “San Lang have the best shoulders, strong and wide, there to shelter and take care of me and I am wary.” Xie Lian pushed a third finger inside Hua Cheng’s body, and earned a groan of pleasure in response. Xie Lian hummed, twisting his fingers a little. He was searching, and searching, and…
“Ah, fuck Gege,” Hua Cheng moaned, and Xie Lian grinned widely. There it was. He pushed his fingers over the spot again, seeing shivers break out over Hua Cheng’s skin.
“My husband deserves all the pleasure he can handle,” Xie Lian said, pressing his lips to Hua Cheng’s back. “His back has carried many burdens for me.”
“Dianxia is never a burden,” Hua Cheng gasped, a moan following. “Aaah, Gege.”
“So good for me, San Lang, so good,” Xie Lian said, pulling his fingers out slowly. “Will you turn around, so this devoted husband can see you?”
“Yes, anything Dianxia wishes,” Hua Cheng agreed. Xie Lian hummed, his fingers pulling out of Hua Cheng’s body completely. They shuffled, and soon Hua Cheng was under him, his knees spread to make room for Xie Lian kneeling between them. Hua Cheng seemed to have gathered some of his wits now, and as Xie Lian reached into the vial for more oil to slick up his cock, he spoke more like himself. “Dianxia is so good to me, he has such clever fingers,” Hua Cheng said, smirking a little. “He did so well preparing me for his cock.”
“Mh, San Lang,” Xie Lian said, trying and failing to keep down his blush. He grabbed one of Hua Cheng’s thighs, pushing it up a little. Hua Cheng moaned, following easily. “Are you impatient, do you want your Gege inside you?”
“Yes, yes Gege please,” Hua Cheng moaned, pulling his knee up towards his stomach on his own accord. Xie Lian shivered, pushing forward to press his cock against Hua Cheng’s entrance. He was so hard, and he was looking forward to his, the heat and the tightness and the closensee. “Please show mercy for your desperate husband.”
“Desperate?” Xie Lain gasped, as he pushed a little firmer, his cock slipping inside. A groan pushed itself from Xie Lian’s chest, his hips jerking forward just a little as he chased the sensation of Hua Cheng around him. “Ah, San Lang mmmh,” he moaned, losing his train of thought for a moment. Perhaps he was desperate too.
“Gege, aaah,” Hua Cheng moaned, long inky lashes of his left eye fanning over his cheek. “So good, mmh.”
“San Lang takes me so well, he feels so good, he’s so good in everything he does,” Xie Lian panted, one hand gripping Hua Cheng’s raised thigh tightly, his other splaying over Hua Cheng’s chest. “San Lang is so handsome, so beautiful like this, so strong,” Xie Lian gasped, hand squeezing Hua Cheng’s pectoral. He adored Hua Cheng’s chest, and said so through gasped breaths, as his hips started moving in earnest, rolling into Hua Cheng’s waiting body.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng moaned, his eye glazed over with want. Xie Lian pushed forward, his hips snapping into him as he folded Hua Cheng in half. “Fuck, yes, yes Dianxia I- aaaah.”
“San Lang, San Lang,” Xie Lian gasped, meaning to say more but pleasure was rushing in his body in earnest, making him tongue tied. He did his best to show instead, pressing sweet kisses to Hua Cheng’s scared eyelid, his cheekbones, his nose, before their lips found each other once more. Xie Lian reached down, one hand holding him up beside Hua Cheng as his other found Hua Cheng’s cock.
“Gege, Gege’s so good to me, so good to this lowly San Lang aaah,” Hua Cheng moaned, head tipping back as Xie Lian started stroking him in earnest.
“Nothing lowly about my San Lang,” Xie Lian gasped, feeling his body trembling with pleasure. So close now, so close. “San Lang is divine, sacred, his body is my hallowed ground, his lips mine to worship, his body mine to devour. San Lang, my San Lang.”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng all but shouted, and then he was tightening around Xie Lian as he came, trembling as pleasure rushed through his body. Xie Lian could hold on no longer, and came too, filling Hua Cheng up as he did. He shook as pleasure washed over him, wave after wave as he emptied inside Hua Cheng, feeling hot all over when he finally started drifting down. His punishing grip on Hua Cheng’s thigh loosened, and Hua Cheng let his leg down, rolling them over. Xie Lian slipped out of him, and he let out a sigh, safely tucked into his husband’s embrace.
“Dianxia,” Hua Cheng breathed, sounding breathless and awed. “Dianxia.”
“I admire San Lang so much, he’s so good, so clever, so handsome,” Xie Lian managed, feeling heavy and sleepy and sated. “Thank you, for indulging this husband.”
Hua Cheng chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, his collarbone, his throat. “I do believe it was the other way around.”
“Mh, I was very happy for this indulgence,” Xie Lian promised. “I hope it was as San Lang hoped it would.”
“Dianxia is always good,” Hua Cheng said, and then his mouth found Xie Lian’s, kisses soft and slow. “This San Lang is awed, for being allowed this life.”
“San Lang is good,” Xie Lian echoed, and then no more words were spoken for a long moment, as they kissed and kissed, until they both drifted back to sleep once again.