Gifts for Dinon
List of Gifts
13 Feb 2021
Notorious for the lack of interaction with his audience, Hua Cheng attempts to unwind by killing mobs in a hack-and-slash game the title of which he doesn't bother to remember. His husband has another idea how to help him relax.
never let me go by spookyfoot for Dinon
31 Dec 2020
San Lang? Has this ever happened before?"
Xie Lian doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Not sure? Well, two thousand years is a lot of time to remember. Maybe some of it just...got lost along the way. "Alright, that's fine. We'll figure it out." He moves a hand over Hua Cheng's hair and can see Hua Cheng's chest rising and falling with breaths he doesn't need to take.
Hua Cheng tries to sit up but Xie Lian slides on top, caging him with his body. "Gege."
"Mmmm?" Xie Lian presses his nose to Hua Cheng's chest. He smells so good, like cinnamon, petrichor, and campfire.
"If I do something I want you to stop me."
- Part 1 of all this and heaven too
13 Dec 2020
"Do you have--ah!" There are warm, wet fingers circling his entrance. Hua Cheng produced oil from who knows where, but that's so far at the bottom of Xie Lian's list of concerns it might as well not even be on it.
"Don't worry, your Highness," Hua Cheng says, "I won't let you fall." He lifts Xie Lian up with one arm, forcing him to stand on his tiptoes as Hua Cheng works him open on his cock. It's slow, torturous, and it takes his breath away.