The stretch was familiar and shocking all at once. Hua Cheng tried to relax his body like he has done a thousand times over the years but there was something about having Xie Lian’s fingers pressing deep inside of him that was shaking him apart. It’s strange being touched by someone other than himself and so impossibly good.
Hua Cheng arched his back and Xie Lian’s fingers sank deeper into him.
“Just like that,” Hua Cheng said and his voice was breathier than he’d intended. “Just like that, Dianxia.”
Xie Lian swallowed hard and shifted his position on his knees between Hua Cheng’s legs. His brow was furrowed with concentration. Hua Cheng wanted to smooth it out with his thumb but Xie Lian crooked his fingers and he was lost again to the sensations.
He imagined for this moment so many times over the centuries in day dreams and wet dreams. It’s nothing like how he imagined and all the better for it. Xie Lian was far bolder in bed than either of them expected. Eight hundred years of celibacy had built his passion up like a lake behind a dam. It hadn’t been something that bothered him, far from it. He had never had too much interest in sex, choosing pain over risking his cultivation. His cultivation was far different now than the style he began with. Also, he now had Hua Cheng, who came in and utterly destroyed the dam and they were both swept along in the resulting flash flood.
Xie Lian braced his hand by Hua Cheng’s hip so he could lean closer, eyes flicking back and forth between Hua Cheng’s face and where his fingers were sinking deep into him. Hua Cheng gave him a filthy grin the next time he looked up to make sure he was still enjoying this. Xie Lian smiled back, sweet and eager.
Then he pulled back and pushed in with three fingers. Hua Cheng dropped his head back onto the sheets with a groan, shocked once again by how quickly Xie Lian was learning. The burn of three fingers bordered on hurting but Hua Cheng would take anything Xie Lian was willing to give him.
Xie Lian read the twitch in Hua Cheng’s brow though and pulled back out to add more oil to his fingers. This time when he pushed in the glide was slick and easy, sending a shock of arousal up Hua Cheng’s chest. Xie Lian slid deeper and deeper as Hua Cheng felt oil dripping down his skin onto the sheets. Hua Cheng let out a breathy moan, turning Xie Lian’s ears pink.
Hua Cheng’s lips twitched into a smile and he spread his legs further, bringing his knees up to his chest and putting himself fully on display for his love. Xie Lian’s ears turned an even deeper shade of red but he didn't look away. His eyes were greedy as they danced across Hua Cheng’s body, taking it all in.
He seemed overwhelmed but happily so as he surged up to steal a kiss from Hua Cheng, lips clumsy with eagerness. Hua Cheng tilted his head and deepened the kiss with a wet lick across Xie Lian’s lips. Xie Lian gasped and Hua Cheng took the chance to tangle their tongues together. Xie Lian was breathing hard, his breath puffing across Hua Cheng’s skin as Hua Cheng tangled his hands in Xie Lian’s long brown hair and pulled him closer. Hua Cheng nibbled at Xie Lian’s lower lip and Xie Lian’s fingers jerked where they’re still buried in Hua Cheng’s body, drawing an answering moan from him.
“Dianxia, I’m ready,” Hua Cheng said, lips sliding against Xie Lian’s.
The sound Xie Lian let out was almost a whine.
They had played around at this occasionally, Xie Lian’s fingers sliding down Hua Cheng’s back to play with his entrance, but each time they’ve been distracted by other pleasures.
Tonight was different though, Hua Cheng was determined to see this through. He has wanted his Xie Lian inside of him for eight hundred years and now he will finally get his wish.
“Are you sure?” Xie Lian asked.
“Yes,” Hua Cheng said and he turned Xie Lian’s head so he could nip at his jaw. “Gege, I want you inside of me.”
Xie Lian shuddered and buried his face in the crook of Hua Cheng’s neck for a moment. Hua Cheng grinned up at the ceiling. He ran his hands up and down the back of Xie Lian’s arms, soothing him.
When Xie Lian pulled back, his cock was harder than before and leaking. Hua Cheng preened a little bit at the sight, knowing Xie Lian’s arousal was all for him and no one else. Never for anyone else.
Xie Lian settled his hands on Hua Cheng’s hips and pressed the head of his cock against Hua Cheng’s entrance. The blunt pressure increased until suddenly Xie Lian was slipping into him, buried halfway inside of him in one movement.
Hua Cheng moaned, low and filthy, and dug his nails into Xie Lian’s triceps. Xie Lian’s hips jerked forward a little more in surprise. Hua Cheng had to close his eyes and breathe through his nose for a moment. The sensation of finally having his Xie Lian inside of him had a heat swelling up through his chest. He had waited for this moment for so long and finally, he has Xie Lian within him, almost as close as they can get.
He dropped his hands down to Xie Lian’s ass and urged him forward. Xie Lian’s head fell forward and he groaned, hips working deeper in small hard thrusts. Not once did he pull back, too focused on chasing the pleasure of Hua Cheng’s body. Hua Cheng was so tight and slick around him.
Xie Lian pushed his hips forward one last time and he was as deep within Hua Cheng as he could get, buried to the hilt in that sweet heat.
Hua Cheng made a noise like he'd been punched and came between them.
Xie Lian blinked down at his jerking cock in surprise. Hua Cheng panted his way through his orgasm, back arching off the bed before sinking bonelessly back down.
The first ripple of his ass around Xie Lian’s cock almost had Xie Lian joining him. He hadn’t realized this pleasure could get even better but it does as Hua Cheng squeezed and flexed around him.
“San Lang,” he gasped, falling forward onto his elbows above Hua Cheng. “San Lang!”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng said, sounding like he’d been drugged. “Oh, gege.”
Xie Lian bit the side of his lip and summoned all the self-control that got him through eight hundred years without this to stop himself from coming.
When Hua Cheng’s head finally cleared, Xie Lian was slowly withdrawing from him. As he tried to move though, Hua Cheng’s nails dug into his ass, yanking him forward.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian gasped. Another ripple around his cock has him panting wetly against the side of Hua Cheng’s neck.
“Don’t go,” Hua Cheng begged. “Please, Dianxia.”
“Of course, San Lang. Whatever you want,” Xie Lian promised.
A gleam lights up Hua Cheng’s eyes.
“San Lang knows I would do anything for him,” Xie Lian admonished lightly. Hua Cheng grins.
“Mm. Well then, gege, will you keep fucking me?”
Xie Lian squeezed his eyes shut against the image that conjures.
“But you just came,” Xie Lian protested weakly. Hua Cheng’s ass clenched around him again and Xie Lian’s hips jerked forward in an aborted thrust. “It’ll be uncomfortable.”
Every time they’d done this the other way Hua Cheng was careful to pull out after Xie Lian came, even if he’s not finished himself.
“It will be so good, gege,” Hua Cheng promised. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”
Xie Lian rubbed his burning face across Hua Cheng’s cool skin. His soft hair dragged over Hua Cheng’s chest and Hua Cheng hummed with pleasure. Xie Lian closed his eyes and experimentally rolled his hips. Then he did it again, and again, hips moving instinctively to fuck Hua Cheng open.
Hua Cheng sighed happily and slid his fingers up under Xie Lian’s hair to scratch gently at his scalp. Every time Xie Lian fucked back into him a jolt ran through his body and he arched up against Xie Lian. His hands shook in Xie Lian’s hair as he tried to keep himself in control enough to keep petting his husband. His fingers were clumsy.
Xie Lian gripped Hua Cheng’s hips and tilted them further back so he could get in even deeper. Hua Cheng screamed beneath him. Xie Lian immediately froze while Hua Cheng slapped a hand over his own mouth.
“Keep going,” Hua Cheng begged. His eyelashes were wet. He bit at his palm, trying to ground himself against the surge of shocking pleasure and overstimulation. Xie Lian surged up to kiss his tears away, pushing deeper in the process. Hua Cheng shook beneath him and wrapped his legs around Xie Lian’s waist to hold him in place.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Xie Lian whispered. His face hovered over Hua Cheng’s and in the fall of his hair, he felt impossibly safe.
“Do it again,” Hua Cheng said and Xie Lian did. He moved so slowly, pushing back against Hua Cheng’s heels as he withdrew then sliding in deep again until his balls pressed against the soft skin of Hua Cheng’s ass. Hua Cheng’s face was slack as he slid in, body jerking involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation as Xie Lian’s cock dragged past that sweet spot within him. “Yes, Dianxia, just like that.”
Xie Lian started up a painfully slow rhythm. He peppered kisses across Hua Cheng’s cheeks and jaw as he moved, occasionally stopping to pant at the excruciating pleasure. He was shaking above Hua Cheng, trying so hard to move slowly so Hua Cheng felt only good things.
It was a lost cause. Hua Cheng’s nerves were prickling with sensations that weren’t just pleasure but weren’t painful either. Every time Xie Lian slid into him, forcing his insides to accommodate his cock, the sensations rushing through Hua Cheng’s body made his jaw clench even as the rest of his face went slack with pleasure.
“Dianxia, it feels so good,” Hua Cheng said. He distantly noticed that his cheeks were wet. “Dianxia!”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian said. He started to move faster. Xie Lian watched Hua Cheng’s face carefully for any signs of the sensations becoming too much but Hua Cheng just tossed his head back and bit his palm and rolled his hips to meet Xie Lian’s thrusts. The next thrust was faster, harder. Xie Lian kissed the back of Hua Cheng’s hand.
“San Lang feels so good around me,” Xie Lian said and Hua Cheng was seriously going to pass out if Xie Lian was going to start talking dirty. “So tight and wet, thank you, San Lang. Thank you.”
Hua Cheng keened and tightened his legs around Xie Lian’s waist, too lost in the sensations to respond verbally.
Xie Lian shifted again, rising up to brace himself on his hands over Hua Cheng and he tossed back his head, eyes shut as he thrust in, focused solely on the pleasure of Hua Cheng’s body. Hua Cheng wanted to do this every day, wanted to paint Xie Lian like this or maybe make a statue to immortalize how Xie Lian looked, lost in the throes of pleasure.
Xie Lian bit his lip and thrust deep into Hua Cheng, grinding against that sweet spot within him. Hua Cheng’s good eye went blind for a second and then Xie Lian came, painting the abused insides of Hua Cheng with heat.