Chapter Text
Surprisingly, the days that followed went on much the same as always.
YinYu continued working. Quan Yizhen continued visiting him. And their sex life, while quiet, private, and carefully contained, had improved markedly since that day. It was impossible to deny. Yizhen was still impulsive, still rough around the edges, but there was intention now, attention. Care.
The memory of having been exposed so thoroughly in front of his bosses still made YinYu burn with embarrassment. And yet, disturbingly, it stirred something else as well. A heat he never quite managed to extinguish.
So he did what he had always done best.
He served. Silently, from a distance. With caution.
Still, whenever his eyes met Hua Cheng’s, YinYu looked away as quickly as he could, his reaction far too obvious to hide, even beneath his mask. He was grateful for it, truly. Without it, his blush would have betrayed him every time.
YinYu had served his master —and now his master’s husband— for a long time. He was no stranger to their private life. There were often very specific requests, detailed instructions, things that required discretion above all else. It seemed His Highness enjoyed experimenting, sometimes with things YinYu didn’t fully understand, sometimes with things that bordered on extreme.
Lately, however, the errands had become more frequent.
Later into the night.
Requests for the private chambers, the baths. YinYu saw Xie Lian with less and less clothing, and Hua Cheng in his leisure robes or sleepwear as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes, they asked him to enter while they were already deeply entangled in their first steps of intimacy, with the sounds of kissing and soft moans present.
He was meant not to see. He always pretended not to.
Until the night Hua Cheng summoned him close to midnight, asking him to deliver something directly to the bedroom.
The sounds reached him before the door did.
Xie Lian’s voice, moans unrestrained, broken, louder than YinYu had ever heard it before. Still, duty prevailed. He shallowed hard and knocked. Making his presence known.
“Come in,” Hua Cheng said calmly.
It was the first time YinYu had been asked to enter in the middle of it. Never like this, always before or after their encounters. He didn’t understand why they wanted him there now.
Or perhaps… deep down, he did. He refused to entertain the thought.
The moment he stepped inside, the scent enveloped him, faint but unmistakable. Honey. Incense. Sweet and warm, clinging to the air and his senses alike. The room was dimly lit, shadows heavy. The curtains around the bed were half-open.
YinYu kept his gaze lowered.
Until Hua Cheng spoke.
“YinYu,” he said evenly. “He’s here.”
YinYu looked up, and saw everything.
Xie Lian was bent forward, hips lifted, head lowered against a pillow, fingers clutching at the fabric as he moaned openly. Hua Cheng held him by the hips, strong and unyielding, thrusting into him without restraint.
Their eyes met.
Hua Cheng did not look away.
He continued moving —harder— his gaze fixed on YinYu as if daring him to look. YinYu felt it then, a shudder running through him, sharp and electrifying, settling low in his body.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng murmured, as Xie Lian whimpered, voice trembling. “You like being watched?”
Xie Lian nodded weakly, eyes glossy, barely able to focus.
YinYu stood frozen.
Hua Cheng leaned down, pressing kisses along Xie Lian’s back, licking at his ear as he whispered something too low to hear. Xie Lian cried out sharply, and YinYu knew, instantly, that he had come.
Only then did Hua Cheng slow, lifting a hand in a casual gesture, as saying “You may go.”
YinYu didn’t wait. He left as quickly as he could, heart racing, breath uneven. Once inside his own room, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, trembling. His arousal ached painfully, unbearable.
It took only a few touches, his release came embarrassingly fast, and his mind held only one image:
Hua Cheng’s gaze. Dark, unwavering. Watching him.
****
A few more days passed.
YinYu would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t been expecting something like this to happen again.
After the last encounter, part of him had tried to remain realistic, to remind himself of his place. He was only a servant. There was nothing remarkable about him. Nothing that should draw the attention of gods and kings.
And yet.
His mind replayed fragments of memory: the scent of honey, the weight of Hua Cheng’s gaze, the sound of Xie Lian’s breathless laughter behind crimson curtains.
Part of him tried to dismiss it all. You are a servant, he reminded himself. A ghost official. Nothing more. Do not make fantasies out of moments that were never meant for you.
But another part, a part that burned low and persistent in his belly, remembered the way Hua Cheng had watched him —like a predator watching prey— and the way Xie Lian’s eyes had lingered on him afterward, soft and knowing.
It was rare for him to sleep deeply. More often, he lay awake thinking, planning the next day, replaying unfinished thoughts. He hadn’t been assigned patrols lately; those duties had grown infrequent. Most nights were spent either with Quan Yizhen… or alone, within the quiet halls of the mansion.
He was still tangled in these thoughts when a soft voice in the communication array echoed in his head.
It was not Hua Cheng’s voice that brushed against his senses.
It was Xie Lian’s.
YinYu, please come to our chambers.
The message was simple, polite, yet it sent a tremor through YinYu’s entire being. He sat up slowly, his ghostly heart —or rather, the memory of one— pounding hard against his ribs.
He dressed mechanically, smoothing down his uniform, fastening his mask. No item was requested, no errand mentioned. Just his presence. As he made his way through the silent halls of Paradise Manor, his thoughts raced. What scene awaited him this time? Another lesson? Another display? Or something else entirely, something he barely dared to name.
The corridor was still, and the door to the marital chamber was slightly ajar.
No sounds came from within—no moans, no whispers, only the faint, ever-present sweetness of honey incense hanging in the air.
YinYu knocked softly.
“Come in,” came Xie Lian’s voice, gentle but firm.
He pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit, candles casting soft, dancing shadows. The crimson curtains around the bed were partially drawn, and there, sitting on the edge of the mattress, was Xie Lian.
He wore only a thin sleeping robe, loosely tied, the fabric slipping off one shoulder. In the low light, his skin looked pale and smooth, his expression calm but flushed.
“Your Highness,” YinYu said, bowing deeply. “What may I do for you?”
Xie Lian hesitated. Then, softly, almost shyly, he said, “Join us.”
YinYu froze. For a moment, YinYu didn’t understand. Or perhaps he did, but his mind refused to accept it.
“This servant does not deserve to intrude upon your private space.”
“You are not intruding,” Xie Lian said softly. “We asked for you.”
Before YinYu could reply, the bathroom door opened, and Hua Cheng stepped out.
He was wearing a dark robe, open at the front, his hair damp and loose around his shoulders. His single eye found YinYu immediately, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips.
“YinYu,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “You came.”
YinYu swallowed, his throat tight. “Chengzu.”
Hua Cheng approached the bed, his movements languid and confident. He sat beside Xie Lian, one hand resting casually on Xie Lian’s thigh.
Xie Lian leaned into him, then looked back at YinYu. “We would like you to stay.”
YinYu’s mind spun. Stay? For what? To watch? To participate?
“I… I am not worthy,” he said at once, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “I don’t believe I should. I am not— I do not have a pleasing face, nor a body fit for—” he said quietly, his eyes lowered.
Xie Lian sighed, fond and exasperated in equal measure. He lifted a hand and touched his mask, lifting it and removing it from YinYu’s face. He felt exposed, nowhere to hide his expressions now.
“You don’t believe you are attractive?” Xie Lian asked. “Look, YinYu.”
He reached over and gently pushed Hua Cheng’s robe open further.
YinYu’s breath caught.
There, against Hua Cheng’s thigh, was his erection, thick and hard, with the perfect curve upwards and already wet at the tip, gleaming in the candlelight.
“This is the first time I’ve seen San Lang so… affected by someone other than me,” Xie Lian murmured, a faint smile on his lips.
Hua Cheng’s gaze never left YinYu’s face. “It makes sense that Qi Ying is so obsessed with you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. “You are attractive. You just don’t know it.”
Heat rushed to YinYu’s face, and lower, pooling in his belly, pulsing between his legs. He could feel his own arousal stirring, pressing against the fabric of his pants.
Hua Cheng’s eyes held the same predatory intensity as before, but now there was a hunger, a willingness to devour.
“I… don’t deserve this,” YinYu breathed, almost to himself.
Xie Lian reached out and took YinYu’s hand. His touch was warm, grounding.
“San Lang is a gentleman,” Xie Lian said softly. “He won’t lift a finger unless you say what you want. Isn’t that right, San Lang?”
Hua Cheng’s lips curved. “Mn.”
YinYu looked between them, Xie Lian’s encouraging gaze, Hua Cheng’s dark, waiting one. His resolve crumbled.
“I want…” he began, his voice trembling. “I want Chengzu to kiss me. To touch me. To… to…”
His words failed him. His lower lip quivered. Never in his existence had he spoken his desires aloud. Never had he thought they mattered.
Until Yizhen. Until Hua Cheng. Until Xie Lian.
Xie Lian squeezed his hand and gently pulled him closer to the bed. YinYu’s legs moved on their own, carrying him forward until he stood at the edge of the mattress.
Hua Cheng reached out, took YinYu’s chin between his fingers, and tilted his face up. The touch was firm, familiar, the same way he had held him during the lesson with Yizhen. It shattered the last of YinYu’s self-control.
His thoughts dissolved.
He wanted him.
Hua Cheng’s eye darkened. He pulled YinYu forward by the hips, his hands gripping the curve of YinYu’s ass, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh.
YinYu gasped as he was dragged onto the bed, stumbling into Hua Cheng’s lap. Through the layers of fabric, he could feel the hard, hot length of Hua Cheng’s erection pressed against his buttocks.
His ears buzzed. His legs went numb. Reason fled.
I want him. I want to taste him, to learn the flavor of this man, to feel him move inside me, to beg for it, to cry for it.
Hua Cheng was the only person he would kneel for with total devotion, for any purpose.
“YinYu,” Hua Cheng murmured, his voice grave and deep.
YinYu looked up at him, his eyes clouded with desire, lips parted and panting. “Chengzu…”
His trembling hand lifted, hovering near Hua Cheng’s face, wanting to touch the dark hair that spilled over his bare shoulders.
Hua Cheng did not wait for permission. He pulled YinYu closer, until their chests pressed together, skin to skin. Hua Cheng’s mouth was so close now. YinYu could feel his breath, warm and sweet with the scent of honey, ghosting over his lips.
Neither looked into the other’s eyes. They stared only at each other’s mouths, as if pulled by an invisible thread.
Then the thread snapped.
They kissed.
It was a collision, nothing gentle or hesitant in it. It was hungry, desperate, devouring.
Hua Cheng’s lips were firm and demanding, his tongue sliding into YinYu’s mouth with a possessiveness that left him dizzy. YinYu kissed back with a fervor he didn’t know he possessed, his hands tangling in Hua Cheng’s hair, his body arching into the heat between them.
Xie Lian watched quietly from beside them, his breath shallow, his own robe slipping further down his arms. When YinYu finally broke the kiss, gasping for air he didn’t need, Xie Lian leaned in and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to YinYu’s shoulder.
One kiss led to another.
Soon, YinYu found himself sharing a deeper, more passionate kiss with Xie Lian. His taste was sweet, his lips warm and impossibly soft. Xie Lian kissed him slowly, unhurried, hands careful as they began to remove YinYu’s clothes piece by piece. The outer robe slipped away easily; the inner followed soon after. At some point, Xie Lian himself was no longer wearing his fine sleep garments.
YinYu’s breath caught.
Xie Lian’s body was as beautiful as he had always imagined it would be, slender but strong, pale skin marked here and there by old silver scars that only made him more real, more divine. He was already hard, his arousal evident, and the sight sent a fresh wave of heat straight through YinYu. He, too, was fully exposed now, with nowhere left to hide his own desperate state.
Xie Lian’s eyes softened as he took YinYu in. “You see?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “We feel the same.”
Then he pulled YinYu back into another kiss, deeper this time, more fervent. His hands slid up YinYu’s spine, fingertips tracing the knobs of his vertebrae until they tangled in his hair. YinYu moaned into the kiss, his own hands roaming over Xie Lian’s back, feeling the shift of muscle beneath smooth skin.
From beside them, Hua Cheng let out a low, half-sigh, half-growl. “Gege,” he murmured, his single eye dark with arousal as he watched them. One of his hands drifted to his own length, stroking slowly, almost absently, as if he couldn’t bear not to touch himself while watching them.
Xie Lian broke the kiss, breathless, and gently guided YinYu to face Hua Cheng. “Come,” he whispered, his lips brushing YinYu’s ear.
What followed was something YinYu had never experienced: a three-way kiss, messy and overwhelming and so intensely stimulating he could hardly think. Hua Cheng’s mouth claimed his first, fierce and possessive, before Xie Lian leaned in to kiss Hua Cheng over YinYu’s shoulder. Then Xie Lian turned YinYu’s face back toward his own, kissing him deeply while Hua Cheng’s lips trailed down YinYu’s neck. It was a dizzying exchange of breath and tongue and teeth, a tangle of desire that left YinYu trembling, suspended between them.
When they finally parted, all three were panting, their foreheads nearly touching. Xie Lian shifted onto his knees on the bed, his movements graceful even now. He reached for Hua Cheng’s length, taking him firmly in hand, and glanced at YinYu.
“Do you remember what you learned last time with Yizhen?” Xie Lian asked.
YinYu nodded, his eyes fixed on the hard, flushed shape of Hua Cheng in Xie Lian’s grip. He still couldn’t quite believe it was so close, so real, so his to touch.
“San Lang likes it like this,” Xie Lian murmured, and then he bent down, his tongue flicking out to taste the tip, tracing the slit before swirling around the crown. Hua Cheng’s hand settled at the nape of Xie Lian’s neck, just as it had once done to YinYu during that “lesson,” guiding, steady. He took Hua Cheng deeper then, his lips stretching around the girth, sinking down until his nose brushed the base.
YinYu watched, mesmerized. Xie Lian’s skill was breathtaking—the way he hollowed his cheeks, the slow, deliberate bob of his head, the soft, wet sounds that filled the quiet room.
When Xie Lian pulled off to breathe, a thin strand of saliva still connected his lower lip to Hua Cheng’s glistening tip. He looked up at YinYu, his eyes bright, and gave a small, encouraging nod.
YinYu’s gaze lifted to meet Hua Cheng’s. The Ghost King was watching him intently, his eye burning with a heat that seemed to sear straight through YinYu’s soul.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured, fond and approving. “As perfect as ever.”
Swallowing his nerves, YinYu reached out and took Hua Cheng in his own hands. He was familiar with Yizhen’s size —similar in girth, perhaps— but Hua Cheng felt different. Longer, thicker at the base, the skin smoother under his touch. It would be a challenge, but one YinYu was desperate to meet.
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to mimic what he’d seen Xie Lian do. The taste was salty, and as YinYu licked a slow stripe from root to tip, Xie Lian joined him, his mouth finding the other side, their tongues meeting briefly along the shaft in a wet, shared caress.
Hua Cheng let out a low groan, his hand coming to rest on the back of YinYu’s neck, fingers pressing gently but firmly, just as he had done during the “lesson” with Yizhen. The memory of that night flashed through YinYu’s mind, but this was different. This was not instructional; it felt possessive and personal.
“Take it,” Hua Cheng murmured, his thumb stroking the nape of YinYu’s neck.
YinYu opened his mouth and let Hua Cheng guide him down. The length stretched his lips, filled his mouth, then pushed deeper into his throat. It was more than he was used to, and his eyes watered instantly, tears blurring his vision. His nose pressed against the base, and he was surrounded by Hua Cheng’s scent, the familiar woody sandalwood and jasmine of his bath oils, now mingled with the raw, intimate smell of his skin and sweat. YinYu knew that fragrance by heart, had prepared it countless times, but smelling it here, like this, was intoxicating.
He relaxed his throat as best he could, letting Hua Cheng set a slow, deep rhythm. Low groans rumbled above him, vibrating through the flesh in his mouth. Xie Lian’s hands were on his back, rubbing soothing circles, grounding him even as he was swept away.
Just when YinYu felt Hua Cheng’s hips begin to stutter, when the grip on his neck tightened almost painfully, Hua Cheng pulled him back, withdrawing completely.
YinYu coughed lightly, catching his breath, his lips wet and swollen. He knew why Hua Cheng had stopped, he was close, and he hadn’t wanted to finish in YinYu’s mouth, deliberate and controlled, refusing to lose himself too soon.
Hua Cheng cupped his face, thumb wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. “Good,” he said, his voice thick. “Very good.”
Xie Lian kissed YinYu’s shoulder again, murmuring, “San Lang tastes good, right?” Yinyu felt flushed at the question because it was the truth, Hua Cheng tasted addictive; he didn’t know if it was because of his ghostly energy, but he was. YinYu nodded silently. Then Xie Lian smiled and leaned past him to kiss Hua Cheng, deep and lingering. When they parted, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together for a moment before Hua Cheng’s gaze returned to YinYu.
“Now,” Hua Cheng said softly, “let me taste you.”
Hua Cheng kissed him again, this time with a slow, deliberate intensity that felt like a brand. His hands mapped the terrain of YinYu’s body—sweeping along the curve of his waist, tracing the line of his spine, palming the small of his back to press him closer. The kisses traveled from YinYu’s mouth to his jaw, then down the column of his throat, each one leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Against YinYu’s ear, Hua Cheng’s voice dropped to a low, possessive murmur.
“I hate sharing what is mine,” he confessed, the words rough with an emotion YinYu couldn’t quite place. “I make this exception for you… because I know you are happy with Qi Ying.” He pulled back just enough to meet YinYu’s gaze, his single eye dark and unreadable. “Outside this room, you may belong to him. But inside this room… You are only for us.”
YinYu’s breath caught. For a dizzying moment, he thought he’d misunderstood, that Hua Cheng meant he was sharing Xie Lian with him, not about them sharing him with Yizhen. But the look in Hua Cheng’s eyes told another story. He was being claimed.
Incredulous, YinYu glanced toward Xie Lian, who was watching them with flushed cheeks and soft, knowing eyes. Xie Lian nodded slowly, a silent confirmation that sent a shock of warmth straight through YinYu’s core.
Hua Cheng’s hands slid down to YinYu’s thighs, spreading them with a firm, practiced ease. The Ghost King moved with the grace of a very experienced and detailed lover, every touch intentional, every shift of his body calculated to draw pleasure. YinYu’s mind drifted briefly to Hua Cheng’s infamous collection of erotica, of artifacts, to the centuries of knowledge and obsession that had shaped him. To think that YinYu —once a mere servant, a ghost official in the shadows— was now the subject of that same intense focus… it was surreal.
Hua Cheng continued his descent, kissing and licking his way down YinYu’s stomach, over the trembling plane of his abdomen, until his breath ghosted over the base of YinYu’s erection. YinYu instinctively tried to close his legs, but Hua Cheng’s strength was immovable, a steady, unyielding presence that left him exposed and trembling.
The first touch of Hua Cheng’s tongue to the head of his length made YinYu jolt. It was a slow, wet lick from root to tip, followed by another, more deliberate one that circled the sensitive slit. Then, without warning, Hua Cheng took him fully into his mouth, swallowing him down in one smooth, deep motion.
YinYu cried out, his back arching off the bed. The heat was overwhelming, the suction perfect and tight. Hua Cheng worked him with skilled, relentless pulls, each one drawing him closer to the edge. Just as YinYu felt his control fraying, Hua Cheng released him with a soft, wet pop.
Before YinYu could process the loss, Hua Cheng’s hands slid from his thighs to his buttocks, spreading him open with an intimacy that made YinYu’s eyes fly wide.
“Ch-Chengzu—?” he stammered, his voice trembling.
He felt it then, the soft, wet heat of Hua Cheng’s tongue tracing the tight furl of his entrance. The sensation was so startling, so profoundly intimate, that YinYu’s hands fisted in the sheets. He looked down just in time to see Xie Lian pass a small vial of oil to Hua Cheng, their fingers brushing in a silent exchange.
Hua Cheng took it without breaking contact, his tongue still working YinYu open with slow, broad strokes. Then YinYu felt the slick press of an oiled finger against him, circling gently before pushing inside.
It was the same long, deft finger that had “trained” him weeks before. Hua Cheng crooked it just so, brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside, and YinYu gasped, his head falling back against the pillow Xie Lian had arranged beneath him.
Through blurred vision, he could see the dark waterfall of Hua Cheng’s hair spilling between his thighs, the powerful shoulders working as Hua Cheng took him again into his mouth, swallowing his length while his fingers worked him open with slow, twisting thrusts.
YinYu could barely breathe. Every nerve was alight, every sensation amplified. Hua Cheng was doing exactly what he’d described in that demonstrative “lesson” pressing just enough to bring him to the brink, then backing off, keeping him on the edge.
After what felt like an eternity of careful, deliberate teasing, Hua Cheng withdrew his fingers and gently turned YinYu onto his knees.
YinYu found himself braced on all fours, his back arched, his rear exposed to the cool air of the room, and to Hua Cheng’s hungry gaze. Before he could feel self-conscious, Xie Lian shifted beneath him, lying back on the bed and spreading his legs.
YinYu stared, dazed, at the Prince’s arousal so close to him, his erection stood flushed and full against his stomach, proportionate to his slender frame, not as thick as Hua Cheng’s, but beautiful in its own right, a warm pink against his living skin.
Xie Lian reached up and cupped YinYu’s cheek, drawing him into a soft, lingering kiss. When they parted, Xie Lian’s eyes were dark with desire. “Take your time,” he whispered.
Then YinYu felt Hua Cheng’s fingers return, slick and insistent, pushing back inside him with practiced ease. Hua Cheng leaned close, his chest pressed against YinYu’s back, his lips brushing the shell of YinYu’s ear.
“Since that lesson,” Hua Cheng murmured, his voice thick with want, “we’ve wanted to do this to you.”
YinYu shivered, his resolve crumbling. He reached down with one trembling hand and took Xie Lian’s length at the base, guiding it toward his mouth. He licked the tip first, tasting salt and warmth, and Xie Lian let out a soft, breathy moan.
Encouraged, YinYu took him deeper, sliding his lips down the shaft until he’d taken him fully. It was easier than with Hua Cheng or Quan Yizhen. Xie Lian’s size allowed him to move, to focus on the rhythm of his tongue and the sounds spilling from Xie Lian’s lips.
He fell into a steady pace, sucking gently, his mouth a warm, wet slide around Xie Lian as Hua Cheng’s fingers worked him open from behind. Xie Lian’s hands came up to tangle in YinYu’s hair, his hips lifting gently into each pull. The room filled with soft, helpless sounds, Xie Lian’s muffled moans, the wet slick of Hua Cheng’s fingers, YinYu’s own ragged breaths.
Hua Cheng’s hand closed around YinYu’s neglected erection, a touch so sudden and searing that YinYu jolted, breaking his rhythm on Xie Lian’s length with a choked gasp. He had been hard for so long, the tip already wet and sensitive, and the contact felt like burning. Pleasure, sharp and almost painful, shot through him, making his thighs tremble.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng murmured, “ready to watch?”
YinYu felt Hua Cheng shift behind him, repositioning himself. The slick, oiled head of Hua Cheng’s erection nudged against his entrance, a firm, insistent pressure that made YinYu’s breath catch. This was really happening. Hua Cheng was going to take him, to fuck him right here, in full view of Xie Lian, who lay beneath them with his legs spread, one hand lazily stroking his own length as he watched with dark, approving eyes.
Slowly, inexorably, Hua Cheng pushed inside.
The stretch was intense, more than YinYu had anticipated. Hua Cheng was thick, and the careful preparation hadn’t fully erased the burn of being filled so completely. YinYu’s legs shook; his fingers curled into the sheets. Hua Cheng’s hands gripped his hips, holding him steady as he sank deeper, stopping halfway to let YinYu adjust before withdrawing and thrusting back in, this time to the hilt.
The sound of their bodies meeting was obscenely loud in the quiet room, a wet slap of skin on skin that sent a flush of heat across YinYu’s neck and chest. Hua Cheng began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that was almost torturous in its restraint. Each thrust was deep and controlled, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside him.
Hua Cheng’s hand slid up YinYu’s spine, tracing the knobs of his vertebrae before tangling in his loose, sweat-damp hair. He pulled, a bit roughly, firmly, guiding YinYu’s face back down toward Xie Lian’s groin.
“Don’t stop. Keep going”
YinYu gasped, his mouth once again level with Xie Lian’s erection, his own moans muffled against Xie Lian’s thigh as Hua Cheng drove into him with renewed precision, hitting that spot inside him again and again. And so, he took Xie Lian on his mouth again.
The pleasure built in relentless waves, each thrust a perfect, maddening strike against his prostate. Hua Cheng’s pace shifted from steady to frantic, then slowed just as YinYu teetered on the edge, denying him release with cruel expertise. YinYu’s eyes stung with unshed tears; he took Xie Lian’s erection out. His sounds were less moans now and more broken sobs. He lost track of time, aware only of the drag of Hua Cheng inside him, the grip in his hair, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his belly.
“Please,” he heard himself whisper, the word ragged and desperate. “Chengzu…”
Hua Cheng leaned close, his chest pressed against YinYu’s sweat-slick back, his lips brushing YinYu’s ear. “What do you want?”
“More,” YinYu pleaded, his voice cracking. “Please.”
Hua Cheng’s hand returned to YinYu’s aching erection, stroking him in time with his thrusts. This time, he didn’t slow down. The rhythm became punishing, deep and fast, and YinYu felt his climax tear through him without warning, a white-hot burst of pleasure that left him shaking, spilling over Hua Cheng’s fingers with a broken cry.
Hua Cheng groaned low in his throat, a sound of deep satisfaction. YinYu felt him tighten inside, knew he was close.
Then Hua Cheng’s mouth was at his ear again, tongue tracing the earlobe before he whispered
“You take me so well. You’re very fortunate, you know? Gege wants me to finish inside you, even though he never lets me come anywhere but inside him.”
YinYu was still trembling through the aftershocks, oversensitive and dazed. Hua Cheng pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in with a slow, possessive roll of his hips.
“But it won’t be that easy,” Hua Cheng breathed. “You’ll have to ask for it. Just like gege does.”
Xie Lian shifted beneath them, drawing YinYu into a deep, wet kiss, his hands cradling YinYu’s face. When they parted, Hua Cheng turned YinYu onto his back, spreading his legs and entering him again in one smooth, relentless push.
YinYu cried out, the overstimulation was almost too much, a dizzying mix of pleasure and ache. Tears spilled freely down his temples. Hua Cheng leaned down and licked one away, then captured YinYu’s mouth in a searing kiss, never breaking his rhythm.
“What do you want, YinYu?”
YinYu’s voice failed him at first. All he could manage was a broken, “I… Chengzu…”
“I… please…”
He wanted it, wanted Hua Cheng’s essence inside him, wanted to be marked and filled in the most intimate way. He knew how rare this was, how sacred. Between sobbing breaths, he finally choked out, “I want it inside… Chengzu, please.”
Hua Cheng’s thrusts grew deeper, more focused. He hooked YinYu’s legs over his arms, holding him open, and with a final, low groan, he let go. YinYu felt it, the hot rush of release, the pulse of Hua Cheng’s energy flooding into him. It was different from the spiritual energy Hua Cheng had given him for work, this was raw, intimate, and profoundly overwhelming. He understood, then, why Xie Lian craved it so deeply.
Hua Cheng stayed buried inside him for a long moment, breathing heavily against YinYu’s neck, before slowly pulling out. He kissed YinYu again, deep, thorough, almost tender, then wiped the tears from his cheeks with his thumb.
YinYu lay spent, his body humming with exhaustion and residual pleasure. He watched as Hua Cheng settled back against the headboard, and Xie Lian moved to straddle his lap, sinking down onto Hua Cheng’s still intact erection with a sharp, sweet cry. Xie Lian began to move, rising and falling with practiced grace, his pace building from slow rolls to frantic bounces.
Hua Cheng wrapped one arm around Xie Lian’s waist and used the other to pull YinYu close, drawing him into a heated kiss as Xie Lian rode him. YinYu kissed back, then sat on his knees and turned to capture Xie Lian’s mouth as well, his hands roaming over Xie Lian’s chest, then lower, wrapping around Xie Lian’s length to stroke him in time with his movements.
“Gege, you look spectacular like this,” Hua Cheng growled, his thrusts growing harder, faster.
Xie Lian continued to ride Hua Cheng for a while, the sight in font of YinYu was one truly of a dream. Then as he grew closer to his orgasm, broke the kiss with a sob, his release spilling over YinYu’s hand and his own stomach. Hua Cheng followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he spent himself inside Xie Lian, who cried out with satisfaction, collapsing forward against Hua Cheng’s chest.
For a while, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Xie Lian, visibly spent, nuzzled into Hua Cheng’s neck. YinYu gently brushed sweat-damp hair from Xie Lian’s forehead, and Xie Lian smiled up at him, soft and sated.
“You’re very lovely, YinYu,” Xie Lian whispered, pressing a light kiss to YinYu’s lips.
YinYu smiled faintly, unsure how to accept the praise but unwilling to object.
Xie Lian shifted to rest fully against Hua Cheng, who kissed the top of his head. YinYu sat beside them, uncertain of what came next. Perhaps it was time to return to his own room. But before he could move, Hua Cheng’s arm snaked out and pulled him firmly against his other side.
Hua Cheng sighed, amused. “Will you always be this insecure?”
YinYu flushed, but didn’t resist as Hua Cheng arranged him on one side, Xie Lian on the other.
“San Lang’s energy is amazing, isn’t it?” Xie Lian murmured, his voice drowsy.
YinYu wasn’t sure if he meant the incredible stamina or the feeling of being filled with Hua Cheng’s ghostly essence. He allowed himself a small, honest smile and looked away. “It felt incredible… Both of you are… incredible.” It was incredible. But it was also overwhelming in a way that left him speechless. It was the dizzying sense of having been seen —truly, completely seen— not just in body, but in the trembling want he usually kept buried. It was the terrifying peace of being claimed, and the quiet awe of being, however briefly, held at the center of their world. Words felt too small, too clumsy, to hold all that.
Xie Lian made a soft sound of agreement. YinYu, still reeling from everything that had happened, couldn’t deny that whether this was a one-time occasion or the start of something new… he didn’t dislike it at all.
He was surrounded, by Xie Lian’s sweet, floral scent, by Hua Cheng’s possessive warmth, by the overwhelming reality that this was happening, that he was wanted, that he was theirs.
He was happy to be there.