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“This place is filthy.” Lan Qian Qiu commented, being dragged by the hand of the Night Touring Green Lantern himself, Qi Rong, who only cackled loudly at the martial god’s comment.
“Not as filthy as you!” he tugged on his hand a little harder, enticing him to move faster into the depths, inevitably ending up in Qi Rong’s old main chambers. The caves were mostly empty save for the residue of death and whatever remaining loyal green demons Qi Rong managed to keep in his time away from his domain. They dared not show themselves unwarranted around their King, and around a martial god they did not trust. But they would never act out of line in front of their master, surely.
They were in Qi Rong’s room in no time, at the pace they were walking. It was fairly barren; there was dried blood on the floors in some spots, dents and cracks in the walls and ceiling, both natural and man made. Any decor in the place was obviously stolen and counterfeit. Fake gold and tapestry everywhere. The appearance of a king’s chambers, but only barely. Compared to places Lan Qian Qiu has been to before, this was second rate.
None of this, however, deterred the martial god. In fact, he wasn't opposed to being here at all. When Qi Rong wanted to try something new, he was all for it. If anything, this excited him. It wasn't long before Qi Rong had quickly taken lead and pushed Lan Qian Qiu against the stone wall, tracing a sharpened fingernail down his face gently, bodies only inches apart.
“Well, little prince? Your king is waiting.” The words and his touch alone sent a shiver down Lan Qian Qiu’s spine. It was always so hot when Qi Rong attempted to take on a position of power, well knowing how the night would turn things around. And he did so love to indulge Qi Rong’s egotistical fantasies.
Lan Qian Qiu, a man of few words in the bedroom, firmly pressed his lips against the demon’s, and held him close by his slender waist, and good thing for it, because as soon as he started, Qi Rong quickly grew weak in the knees, nearly buckling under the sensation. He was always weak to the martial God's touch. It wasn’t long before he was gripping his arms tightly, nails dug into his biceps as the kiss went on. For a small and frail man, his supernatural strength incited enough pain to stir a reaction from Lan Qian Qiu.
In response, he held Qi Rong closer, breaking the kiss momentarily to push him against the nearest thing - an empty stone table. His back hit the edge before he was effortlessly lifted up onto the table, eye level with Lan Qian Qiu now, looking at him like he was a piece of meat and he hadn't eaten in centuries. This treatment put a small smile on Qi Rong’s face, causing Lan Qian Qiu to smile back. Nothing but love and care on his face as his hand moved to rest on Qi Rong’s thigh once the demon had wrapped his legs around the waist, pulling him close and trapping him there, forcing Lan Qian Qiu’s pants down with his feet.
The closeness of their bodies was enough to make Lan Qian Qiu want more, and he could already feel thru the thin single layer of Qi Rong’s robes that he did too. He could also feel what felt like dozens of eyes on them both, coming from the walls and other invisible places, although there seemed to be no one in sight. Of course, these caves were littered with Qi Rong’s minions, and was their home too. However, it didn't seem to bother the demon one bit, and only made Lan Qian Qiu want to put on a good show, if anything. He took no time leaning over Qi Rong, placing his lips on every inch of bare skin he could see. Lining his neck and jaw and collarbones in kisses and gentle bites, even going so far as to push his neckline further down and kiss down his shoulders. For a demon inhabiting a dirt and grime filled domain, his taste was rather clean. Lan Qian Qiu called Qi Rong an acquired taste.
As his mouth tasted the demon’s skin, his hand trailed up the man’s thigh and in between his legs, toying with the wet spot between his legs from under his robes. Qi Rong naturally squirmed and tensed at his touch, but didn't stop him once. If anything, he pushed himself closer onto Lan Qian Qiu. It was a painful tease to Qi Rong, Lan Qian Qiu knew this, and the squirming and moaning of the man under him made it all the more enjoyable for him.
Qi Rong seemed agitated by the pace at which Lan Qian Qiu was going, but never made a move. He secretly enjoyed this kind of attention, and couldn’t control the soft whines he’d make when Lan Qian Qiu would bite down too hard, or touch a particularly sensitive spot on his body - though he’d have him believe it was deliberate. After enough of this, he became restless, squirming underneath Lan Qian Qiu.
“Just fuck me already, will you?” Qi Rong whined, face as red as a demon’s could be when facing Lian Qian Qiu. The declaration alone made Lian Qian Qiu feel hot all over, and didn't need to be told twice. Without another word, the martial god pulled Qi Rong off the edge of the table, and quickly positioned him to face it, forcing him to bend over it with his hand on the back of the demon’s neck. The roughness of the gesture made Qi Rong smile in delight, letting out a small laugh. Lan Qian Qiu himself couldn’t help but smile himself, knowing they were both eager.
Before he was even inside Qi Rong, the demon was already pressed against the martial god’s hard on, looking back in his impatience. With his hand still on the back of his neck, he shoved him further forward, and slid easily into the wet spot between the man’s legs. His free hand went around Qi Rong’s torso, holding him still as he thrust in and out of him. Almost immediately, Qi Rong began to moan and sigh in pleasure at the friction between his legs, the rough handling making it all the better. He always had been a loud one.
After several minutes of Qi Rong moaning and panting in the same bent over position, Lan Qian Qiu suddenly brought the hand on his neck around to fully grasp him, pulling the other in an upright position, nearly choking the air out of him. There were no more smiles coming from Qi Rong, he couldn’t keep his composure like this, and Lan Qian Qiu was relentless. He didn't move his hand from around Qi Rong’s neck, his grip only getting a little tighter as his pace got faster, rougher and deeper. The demon could barely make a sound in response, basically drooling over the other man’s fingers as he was manhandled.
Qi Rong came several times at this rate, using his hands to keep himself from leaning forward and choking himself further on Lan Qian Qiu’s hand. Between the choking and the rough treatment, tears were welling in his eyes, but his body rocked back and forth with the other man, enticing him to finish inside of him. And Lan Qian Qiu was close already. He’d rested his own head against Qi Rong’s back, kissing and biting his back and shoulder as he grew closer to climax, muffling his own grunts and moans this way as well. The cave was already filled with the echoes of Qi Rong’s hoarse moans. How he managed to let anything escape him while being choked, Lan Qian Qiu could only wonder.
He came shortly after, filling Qi Rong’s insides, letting go of him as he did, letting the demon fall to the floor with no support left. Qi Rong couldn’t stand at that rate if he wanted to, as he was left slumped over the stone table, gasping for breath and regaining composure after the treatment he’d received. Lan QIan Qiu himself needed a moment, but through Qi Rong’s labored breaths and tears, he still caught glimpse of a devilish grin that praised him on a job well done more than words ever could.