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Chastity is insanely important when cultivating a certain path. Especially when you’ve put your mind and body into it, putting your vows down for eternity.
Those who had chosen to live within the boundaries of its rules were in full control of their own body, the flow of their blood.
Xie Lian thinks he is in control of his body. He has been for the past 800 years.
But the way his hips slam back down hungrily — now that is out of his control.
Filthy, wet sounds surround Hua Cheng’s ears as he watches a pair of hands pressing on his lower abdomen. He can feel the way Xie Lian shudders from above him, taking note of the way those fingers curl into themselves when he meets Xie Lian’s hips with his own, thrusting upward and making the prince cry out increasingly louder each time.
Observing as sweat drips from his beloved’s face, flushed with want. Watching as new tracks of tears replace those from before, the way Xie Lian’s mouth falls open and the way his chest heaves with each and every gasp.
And Xie Lian, he… He can’t.
He can feel his grasp slipping more and more with the way Hua Cheng is looking at him, desire practically overflowing from within his gaze. Because Hua Cheng looks unfairly good with his long, obsidian hair falling out of his bun, which by now is practically non-existent due to all of the tugging Xie Lian had been doing earlier on in their lovemaking.
Earlier as in before Hua Cheng had hounded while he had been brushing his hair up into a ponytail so that he could work on very important heavenly scrolls, just to lie him down in their stead and commit greater sins than all of the heavens combined.
Xie Lian didn’t even want to think about where those scrolls were now, or where they’d end up in the midst of all his and Hua Cheng’s tumbling about in their bed.
Keeping his eyes tightly shut as he slams his hips down faster, harder and he— /p>
He really can’t hold on when Hua Cheng is moaning and grunting quietly, trying to keep his noises at bay. Sounding out of breath despite the fact that he doesn’t even need to breathe.
“San Lang..”
Hua Cheng seems to be in a daze, his only visible eye roaming around Xie Lian’s body while one of his hands rests on his waist, kneading and tapping occasionally. He doesn’t hear it when Xie Lian calls out to him, even when he does so multiple times.
He rather watches the goosebumps rise on the Prince’s skin when he lets his hands wander on his porcelain like skin. Of course, Hua Cheng snaps out of whatever trance he is in when Xie Lian cups his face firmly, leaning down and forward, pressing their chests together while breathing heavily.
Hua Cheng’s gaze zeroes in on Xie Lian’s swollen, red mouth, eying the spit gathered in the corner, threatening to trickle down his chin.
Gulping nervously when he looks at the small bruises on the sides, making his lips look abused.
His heart seems to throb in its need to beat when that flushed face starts bearing fresh tears. And somehow, he think Xie Lian might be saying something to him, looking at the way he shakes his head vigorously before dropping it on his shoulder.
But he doesn’t understand any of it. Can’t with the way his senses are all occupied by his God.
He’s certain that he can hear the Prince talk.. but absorbing what he is saying is a completely different matter.
Surely, he also doesn’t notice the way his own hands both start tightening. What he does notice though, is the way Xie Lian starts crying even harder. Suddenly everything seems to move again, the world around him and his God.
And every single noise and word that had sounded far away just a second ago, is very real now. And very, very desperate.
His head falls forward onto Hua Cheng’s shoulder as his hips stutter, but he can’t come.
Not with the way Hua Cheng’s fingers wrapped around his length tightly.
Xie Lian thinks he might start hyperventilating when Hua Cheng shushes him quietly.
His head is lifted with fingers grabbing his hair lightly, not pulling hard but— insistently. “Shh.. don’t cry. You can release soon, just hold on a little longer.”
His words don’t bring Xie Lian any comfort, as they are repeated for the fifth time that night.
After all, it’s been 3 hours since they started, and Hua Cheng had been denying him an orgasm ever since… Well, ever since he came for a second time. “San Lang!”
He is once again silenced — this time by a pair of cold lips on his own slightly swollen ones. It never fails to make Xie Lian melt into his arms when he is kissed, even when he is being denied what he wants most in the moment. Hua Cheng knows that Xie Lian is overwhelmed, knows by the way he can only focus on the kiss, by the way his hips stop moving.
Xie Lian is pouting— and Hua Cheng …
Xie Lian hasn’t pouted since his, what, fifteenth birthday?
Hua Cheng doesn’t waste as much as a second lying the Prince down on his back against the sheets and positioning himself between his legs once more after slipping out slightly.
Even so, his hand never leaves Xie Lian’s length, cupping it tightly.
Xie Lian’s dazed expression falls as he realizes in what position they have landed in and before he can try to cry out—
Hua Cheng slams his hips forward once more, and Xie Lian feels as if the air has been punched out of him by the force of it. His whole body trembles as he tries to squirm away from the feeling; Each and every slide of Hua Cheng inside him makes him tighten around the Ghost King and breathe in sharply.
And each and every breath feels like a sharpened dagger ramming in and out of his lungs.
He’s suddenly brought back to his first banishment. Brought back to memories of the day on which he found his parents hanging from a beam on the ceiling, and the day Ruoye came to life.
Hua Cheng watches with slight curiosity as Xie Lian slaps a hand on his mouth while the other grips the sheets beneath them tightly.
Fortunately mistaking Xie Lian’s harsh pants with those of overwhelming pleasure.
Xie Lian is suddenly ripped out of his darkening thoughts by a sharp, rather deep thrust and he cannot help but feel the way his eyes roll back.
His legs start shaking as the everlasting feeling of ecstasy rises in him again, threatening to steal his sanity all the while making him cry out for more.
Hua Cheng doesn’t stop pounding into him in the slightest, ignoring his wails and blabbering as his grip becomes even more unrelenting — which results in Xie Lian starting to thrash his arms in blind overstimulation.
And Xie Lian looks absolutely delectable. His thighs flexing around Hua Cheng’s hips every time he grinds into him, mewling.
And it’s not on purpose or anything, but—
Xie Lian won’t stop pushing at his chest, irritably preventing him from moving more freely.
And he can’t have that.
Hua Cheng catches his wrist with one of his hands, pinning it down next to Xie Lian’s head. He kisses him softly, efficiently shushing and calming him as the Prince’s thrashing subsides, sensing that he cannot free his wrist. His arms had felt like mush ever since Hua Cheng had taken him from behind for the better part of an hour, the position had been unforgiving on his knees and elbows.
Ever since they started, Hua Cheng had also been paying close attention to Xie Lian’s every little movement to be prepared to stop when it became too much for him.
And while there were still blatant signs of overstimulation in the God’s body language, he hadn’t told him to stop seriously. After all, the Prince had given his permission, “If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you, but I need you to trust that I…that I want this, San Lang.”
Of course, Hua Cheng didn’t refuse him. He didn’t even make his God say please before clashing their lips together as they started yanking at each other’s robes.
Hua Cheng releases his lips slowly, feeling the saliva run down his chin from their ministrations. “Hmm.. Everything okay?”, he asks a little dazedly, nuzzling his head into the crook of his God’s neck.
Asking never means stopping what you’re doing, and as for that — he never stops moving inside Xie Lian in the slightest.
And Xie Lian, being too caught up in the throes of pleasure, doesn’t realize that he is being spoken to and just huffs at the loss of Hua Cheng’s mouth.
Hua Cheng slows his hips down and repeats his words until the Prince catches on.
“ ‘m okay. Feels good..” When he talks, his voice is that of forced calm, but he cannot help but gasp sharply when Hua Cheng shifts his hips just so and slams into him, into the spot that makes him see white almost immediately. Hua Cheng nuzzles his head further in, letting his lips leave ghost kisses all over his throat. These tiny little actions speak louder than words and leave intense sensations on Xie Lian’s over-sensitive neck.
He watches as his beloved's face contorts with pleasure and listens to the soft noises that leave his mouth, but he doesn’t let go of Xie Lian. Nor does he let go when a fresh batch of tears start flowing, or when Xie Lian begs and tries to yank his wrist free once more.
He knows that if Xie Lian really wanted him to get off, he would make him. Hua Cheng has known since day one that Xie Lian could always overpower him, could always take control of him however he pleased.
But Xie Lian likes being pampered, likes when Hua Cheng leans over him, caging him in. Likes when he takes control.
And Hua Cheng likes it too. He likes the way his cheeks flush into an endearing pink, likes the way Xie Lian’s eyes turn hazy when he talks about how he wants to take him next time.
Next time.
One of the few things they both had to get accustomed to was that there would always be a next time, for as long as one and the other existed somewhere in this cruel, dark world.
Because they would come back for each other no matter what. No one would dare leave their beloved by themselves in this world.
Xie Lian has learned.
He might have been a slow learner for a long time, but he learned.
Just like the way he learned to love again, to accept, and to give without hurting himself.
Not to mention to enjoy. Enjoy the company he has, enjoy Hua Cheng without the pressure of an impending battle or mission.
Just to bathe in his presence while he plays with the Calamity’s hair as he lazes around, lying on Xie Lian’s legs like a cat monitoring prey that has caught his attention.
Hua Cheng also has learned.
Not the way Xie Lian has, but he tries. Tries to accept Xie Lian’s love just the way he accepts Hua Cheng’s. Tries to accept the fact that he deserves his God’s love.
But what he knows to his heart's extent are all of the weak spots on Xie Lian’s body, or what makes the Prince see stars and feel as if he were on fire.
Like when he sucks just above his collarbone while ramming into him.
“San Lang!”
Xie Lian’s free hand shoots down towards where Hua Cheng is gripping him, trying to swat his hand away desperately. He tries to buck his hips up into his fist but can’t with the way Hua Cheng’s own slam into him, nailing him into the mattress at all times.
He’s caught between wanting to thrust up into his hand and wanting to meet the other's hips.
Xie Lian can hardly think, leaving him with the faintest suggestion of a frown on his tear-stricken face.
The hand he had just used to claw at the fist gripping him slowly softens as the Prince slowly sinks into the mattress in defeat, ignoring the sweat and other bodily liquids that have gathered underneath him.
The huge bed around them is a mess. Robes scattered everywhere with questionable stains on them. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are entangled all the way in the middle, the skin on skin contact, squelching sounds and the scent of sex hanging heavily in the air add a filthy atmosphere to the room.
In short, it can only be called chaotic.
So is Hua Cheng’s back. Littered with red, bloody scratches on his shoulder blades which he is not willing away with spiritual energy.
He loves it when his God scratches him. Loves it when he finds new marks on his skin after a night spent together.
Hua Cheng breathes in deeply, nosing at the bottom of Xie Lian’s ear as he licks a thick stripe down the side of it, occasionally puffing into his ear and making the Prince flinch and cringe away in overstimulation.
He exhales shakily, overwhelmed by the smell, and feeling of his God all around him. Hua Cheng has his head buried in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck when his hips start stuttering and losing rhythm as his lower abdomen flexes.
In a moment of desperation, he releases his tight hold on Xie Lian’s cock — rather than holding it...
The Prince gasps loudly, hurrying to reach down and stroke himself to completion, but..
He’s stopped when Hua Cheng firmly catches his wrist, pinning it down next to his head.
Xie Lian wails.
“Let— go! Please!”
Hua Cheng stares at him wildly, mouth hanging open as he pants. He takes in the sight of Xie Lian’s disheveled hair falling around him freely, the tears on his face and the way his eyelashes flutter at the pure overstimulation.
And the sight is—
Xie Lian nearly screams when he comes, legs shaking around Hua Cheng’s waist as he tries to thrust up into his abdomen to gain any kind of friction all the while Hua Cheng slams his hips forward one last time before clashing their lips together brutally, no longer trying to keep quiet as he groans into his mouth.
The feeling of hot white liquid filling him makes Xie Lian twitch crazily, almost burning his insides.
There’s a moment of silence, filled by the couple's heavy panting and the occasional hiccup by the Prince.
They stay like that for about five minutes before something hot and wet makes Xie Lian flinch.
Xie Lian groans in dismay when he feels Hua Cheng lap at his throat. “No more … I’m sensitive, San Lang …”
Hua Cheng chuckles as he lifts his head with great effort, looking down at Xie Lian with pure adoration. “Was I too rough, Gege?”
Xie Lian sighs as if in deep thought. The sight makes Hua Cheng’s chest tighten.
“You’re so cruel.”
He laughs, surprised, “What did I do to His Highness for him to treat me in such a way?”
He feigns fake hurt, dramatically kissing away the tears on Xie Lian’s face. He goes to pull out, positioning his hand at the base of himself before he is stopped by a hand on his own. “Can we … rest like this?”
Hua Cheng blinks. Then, his jaw falls open.
“You want to .. rest while I’m in you?”
Hua Cheng says that, sounding so shocked.. it makes Xie Lian flush red immediately. He covers his face with both of his hands, peeking at him from under his eyelashes. “Don’t make it sound as if I’m a lunatic, San Lang…”
Of course, Xie Lian is fairly oblivious as to what is going on in Hua Cheng’s head when he says things so … explicitly, even without having the intention of eliciting such a reaction.
And then he goes deathly still again.
A beat of utter silence goes by.
“San .. Lang.”
Hua Cheng groans as he releases the Prince’s wrists, placing his hands on Xie Lian’s sides and letting them roam.
Xie Lian shudders when he feels Hua Cheng twitch inside him once more. “Haven’t you … had enough?”
The ghost king is mouthing at his chest when he replies. “It’s Gege’s fault. He is too handsome.”
Xie Lian laughs but before he can say anything, Hua Cheng adds, “We don’t have to do it again, Your Highness.”
The Prince shifts, cupping Hua Cheng face away from his chest and bringing their lips together softly. After a while of kissing, he says while grinning affectionately, “How can I not take responsibility when it is my fault?”
Hua Cheng’s eye widens. “I wasn’t—“
He is interrupted by Xie Lian kissing him again, this time by shoving his tongue into his mouth, licking against his own. Xie Lian hums but backs away with embarrassment when he realizes that he had really just … licked into Hua Cheng’s mouth lazily.
At first, he had been the more inexperienced one between the two of them, but he has learned. To kiss, to touch, to please. To be.
His kisses never fail to make the Ghost King squirm in anticipation. Sometimes Xie Lian is even cruel with his touch, kissing him in the middle of the street when no one is around and leaving him in a daze, wanting more. “We are in public, San Lang,” he says, ignoring that he was, in fact, the one who had started it in the first place.
“Let me take care of you?”
Funny enough, it’s Hua Cheng who is still buried to the hilt in him, and very much pinning him down onto the mattress.
He feels the need to laugh, but he would never laugh at his Prince’s efforts. Hua Cheng knows better than to refuse Xie Lian, knowing he would take it quite personally.
After all, his God tends to overthink everything.
If Hua Cheng were to be absolutely abundant about not letting him please him, he would think he did something wrong.
That is what he thinks.
Weirdly, Xie Lian notices the way his expression shifts to something … guarded. No, more of an uncertain look.
“San Lang?” he questions softly. “Are you okay?”
Hua Cheng thinks his heart might start beating again, and he feels an overwhelming amount of warmth in his chest, almost enough to make him shiver.
Xie Lian would never do anything Hua Cheng did not want, but he fears Xie Lian might get overwhelmed again and be forced to use their safe word if they really did go for one more round.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, San Lang.”
Hua Cheng trembles.
He is so…
Not being able to contain the feeling any longer, Hua Cheng surges down to seal their lips, and by leaning forward and down, he presses in further while also pinning Xie Lian’s legs that were wrapped around his waist nearly to his chest.
And Xie Lian—
He bites back a whimper, still sensitive in the wake of their tumbling. Whatever noise escapes him is swallowed by Hua Cheng’s hungry mouth eagerly.
Xie Lian feels as if he might die if Hua Cheng stopped kissing him like that. He goes to move up to where he is lying down, almost sitting on top of Hua Cheng.
He tries to ignore the way he rubs against his insides, clearly… interested again.
Like this, Hua Cheng leans back, and the Prince is practically sitting in his lap. And even after all they’ve been through, as … Well, a married couple, Xie Lian’s cheeks start burning.
He’s positive that the Calamity can feel the waves of heat oozing off of his face.
They stay like that for an hour or more, with Hua Cheng buried in him while they exchange soft kisses. Yet when Hua Cheng makes the Prince laugh, he tries his best to hide … how affected he gets when he tightens around him.
Like now, with them lying side by side, with Hua Cheng embracing him from behind. And Xie Lian is laughing.
Tightening around Hua Cheng, all while doing so.
There’s a grunt.
And Hua Cheng thinks, maybe, if there was a miracle out there, his God didn’t hear.
But who was he kidding?
Xie Lian’s hearing skills are by far the best the Ghost King has experienced, and the—
There is no way he didn’t hear it, not when Hua Cheng feels him stop laughing and throw a questioning glance over his shoulder.
Hua Cheng’s hands, which Xie Lian had been playing with as they were wrapped around his middle, go still.
“What’s wrong?” Xie Lian asks, worried. And Hua Cheng — his heart, while it no longer beats, softens.
“It’s nothing, Gege. Are you tired?”
Xie Lian shifts slightly, trying to get a better look at Hua Cheng’s face but he—
He really can’t with him still inside.
Plus, he’s been feeling a weird blanket of warmth for the better of an hour now, and while it might be coming from Hua Cheng purposely making himself radiate heat, it’s … more of a woozy state, and it is not tiredness.
A sort of feeling that makes him want to get pampered and touched sweetly all over.
He doesn’t realize the way the Ghost King goes stiff behind him, too caught up in his thoughts going south to notice the way he grinds back against him.
Hua Cheng lets out a quiet grunt, burying his head in Xie Lian’s neck. He tries not to cringe away at the wet, hot breath fanning over his nape.
“Your Highness—?”
Xie Lian startles awake with a quiet gasp when he hears a sharp clang! And with the way he sits up with his back as straight as a board, he quickly receives the backlash of the year, as he is basically forced to hunch forward from the throbbing in his lower back.
“San Lang..” he mumbles quietly, watching Calamity frozen in place after E’ming stupidly knocked a cup over, as it lays on the nightstand, vibrating.
A low rumble is heard from behind him, making him glance over his shoulder. He can’t help the smile spreading on his face.
He leans down (ignoring the way his back seems to throb even more) to peck his lips. “Good morning, San Lang.”
Hua Cheng is more than happy to kiss him back lazily, pulling his arm which he had thrown over Xie Lian back to himself. Truth was, he had been awake for about 2 hours, watching his God sleep curled up against him.
He makes sure Xie Lian never wakes up alone after they spend the night together, knowing that his Prince likes to stay in bed until the sun has risen fully.
Especially on rainy days.
Like now.
“It’s raining..”
Hua Cheng shushes him, pulling him back into his arms. “Hungry?”
Xie Lian smiles, albeit a little sadly. “Later.”
He thought he would never get this. He was convinced of it for 800 years, all full of suffering and loneliness. He sighs as he settles against Hua Cheng more firmly, not wanting to lose the feeling of a body against his.
After all, he has everything he could’ve asked for here, against him. They stay intertwined for a while before Hua Cheng kisses him and covers Xie Lian with the duvet.
Xie Lian watches as Hua Cheng gets out of bed, pressing two fingers against his temple as he picks up a report, skipping through the pages lazily.
And Xie Lian thinks he might be okay with this for the rest of his life. Being under the covers while watching Hua Cheng’s back muscles flex as he skips through multiple reports.
He feels his face gradually heat up and decides to bury himself in Hua Cheng’s sheets instead.
Which makes it even worse because they smell like him.
And then it hits him.
They had … the whole night... on the bed.
The bed.
He sits up, hair askew as he whips his head around to look over his shoulder.
But instead of seeing questionable stains, the sheets are as clean as they could ever be.
“???”
Before he can say anything, he hears Hua Cheng let out a breathy laugh.
“Gege was so tired after yesterday, I figured I could change the sheets so it could be more comfortable.”
Xie Lian goes red in the face.