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“San Lang!” Xie Lian’s voice resonates through the big and mostly empty building as he pushes the door of the shrine, making his way inside, “San Lang!”
“Yes, Gege?” His head jumps up in surprise when a voice slightly higher than usual replies. It is still the same familiar voice that he loves and cherishes, it is still the same man who dedicated his life to him, it is still Hua Cheng, but a slightly younger Hua Cheng who's now sitting at the table with a brush in his hand, practicing calligraphy.
Not really unusual to see, even if Hua Cheng prefers to use his real form and doesn’t bother changing it now that Xie Lian knows very well who he is, sometimes he would go back to his younger self, either not to be recognized (eh, sure), or just for giggles. But there is still something that Xie Lian has never seen until now on his lover, a pair of fluffy, black, cat-like ears standing proudly on top of Hua Cheng’s head, blending into his hair. What in the world…
Seeing his stare, Hua Cheng’s free hand goes to his hair, covering one of the ears, “oh, this…”. He doesn’t continue immediately, biting the inside of his cheek as he thinks for a few seconds. In the meantime, Xie Lian makes his way over, coming closer and sitting next to him, eyes big and stuck on the extra set of ears. He waits until Hua Cheng finally speaks up, “I got poisoned.”
"Poisoned?" His lover blinks at him, confused. "How could San Lang get poisoned?" Xie lian has never even thought that there is someone in this world who is capable of touching Hua Cheng against his will, much less poison him.
“I don't know yet.”
San Lang…doesn’t know? Xie Lian ponders for a few moments, not really knowing what to say.”So…” He hums at himself, finally finding his words, “Is San Lang stuck like this?” His eyebrows rise in half curiosity, half concern.
Hua Cheng nods, “for now, but it will go away in a few days.”
Xie Lian almost sighs in disappointment by accident but he catches himself right before he does so. He gulps and can’t help but think that Hua Cheng looks kind of cute like this… The soft fur of his ears makes the fearsome Ghost King look like an innocent kitty, would make anyone want to reach out, pet them and play with his hair, almost expecting him to purr in response. Nobody would actually dare to bring these thoughts to reality, nobody except Xie Lian, that is. His hand lifts up slightly before he sobers out of his thoughts and realizes he probably shouldn’t do this. Didn’t Hua Cheng say it is poison? You can’t wish for something poisonous to stay on for longer, can you? You have to hope it goes away!
But… it's still adorable.
A faint pink flourishes on top of his cheeks which now feel so hot they could probably warm The Ghost King’s ice-cold hands. Xie Lian turns his head away so his lover can’t see the sudden blush, so he can’t see that Xie Lian’s mind started wondering in places it shouldn’t. Even so, Hua Cheng’s eyes are glued to him, more than sure aware of everything going through his head. Without Xie Lian seeing, the corners of his lips tilt up slightly in a smirk, but they fall back down just as fast when the crimson colored cheeks face him again. No words leave his mouth, he doesn’t even life a finger, he just stares blankly at Xie Lian’s face, watching the conflicted expression.
"Then... I.."
Then you…?
Hua Cheng raises an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"I hope San Lang finds the culprit soon!" And with those words The Crown Prince gets up and takes his leave, hurrying out the door, leaving behind a pocket size-Hua Cheng blinking in utter confusion.
Ah...yes.
A few days later nothing changes, Hua Cheng’s new set of ears are still up and cutely sitting on top of his head, but Xie Lian has a pleasant surprise of discovering that this isn’t the only new addition to Hua Cheng’s body; he walks into their bedroom one of the nights and sees his lover sprawled on the covers, playing with one of his butterflies in boredom. Nothing is unusual, except for the tail that is falling over the edge of the bed, swaying back and forth in a slow manner.
Xie Lian has to take a step back, eyes fixed on the wall, no thoughts running through his mind except for an endless string of “cute!” He takes a deep breath, cold air filling his hot lungs as he tries not to scream out loud at how precious the image in front of him is. He doesn’t know what pushes him forward, his legs almost moving on his own, walking towards his lover with small and unsteady steps.
“Gege.” One word leaves Hua Cheng’s mouth and it’s almost enough to make Xie Lian want to jump on him, hold his cheeks in his hands and kiss him deeply. That… He can do that. Why doesn’t he do that?
Lucky for him, he doesn’t need to lift a finger because the next second Hua Cheng grabs his hand gently and pulls him forward into his arms. In this form The Ghost King is as tall as Xie Lian so when his arms wrap around him he is not covering him up completely, but more so melting into his chest, head falling between his neck and his shoulders, fitting perfectly like puzzle pieces. Hua Cheng nudges closer which makes his ears brush over Xie Lians jaw, the soft fur tickling slightly.
“Where has Gege been all day?” the sounds are almost muffled, spoken right into his clothes, Hua Cheng making no attempt to peel himself off of his lover.
“Mh, had some affairs to solve.” He nuzzles the top of his head, right between the two ears. It must be his imagination but he feels a slight tremble form the other, however, he goes on like nothing happened. “Did San Lang get bored without me?”
“Yes. I had to play by myself.” P…Play? “Made my butterflies run around all day to entertain me. Truly boring without Your Highness by my side.” Oh.That kind of play. Xie Lian closes his eyes, feeling his face warming up at useless thoughts. Hua Cheng is just talking to him like usual, why is he… why is he… “Gege?”
“Yes!” Xie Lian accidentally blurts out the answer, louder than he should’ve, but despite that, the other isn’t startled.
“Mhm, Gege must be tired. Does Gege want San Lang to give him a massage?” His hand presses slightly on his waist, making Xie Lian gulp around nothing.
“I’m good, thank you, San Lang.”
“Really?”
The words are stuck in his throat at a sudden sensation on his thigh. A faint touch that comes and goes, he knows without even looking down that Hua Cheng is swinging his tail around, making it land from time to time on his leg. Xie Lian can’t help but think Hua Cheng resembles a cat so much in this moment, nuzzling closely to him, so close it feels like they are going to melt into each other. His soul is about to leave his body thinking of his lover purring in his arms, higher moans than usual leaving his crimson lips and, gods, are his fangs bigger than usual? Would Hua Cheng bite him if it gets too much? Would he sink his sharp teeth into his arm and grunt softly as his tail lurches on the surface of the mattress, hitting it in quick and erratic movements?
A soft laughter underneath him interrupts his thoughts, making him suddenly aware of what he was shamelessly thinking.
Hua Cheng's laughter is anything from innocent, coated in a thick layer of roguishness. He shifts slightly in his arms, Xie Lian's crotch landing straight on his thigh, a surprise noise involuntarily coming out between his pretty lips. "Gege doesn't seem alright."
"Ngh, San Lang-"
His words are disappearing into this air, forgotten, as Hua Cheng licks his neck, leaving behind a streak of saliva on his pale, clean skin. "It's alright, Your Highness, I'm here to serve you." The words don't even seem to reach Xie Lian's ears rather going right to his crotch, making him twitch against him. His head goes empty as Hua Cheng is nuzzling on his sensitive skin, now ghosting over it like he want to kiss it, like he wants to bite it, lick it, mark it, all at the same time. "Mh, Your Highness..." The title is almost moaned into his skin and Xie Lian feels like millions of needles are pricking into his body, goosebumps raising all over him. "This lowly one needs you... San Lang hasn't found a cure for this and has been in a constant state of distress the past days." Xie Lian sobers up a bit after hearing his words, but he's send right back into his dreamy state at Hua Cheng's next sentence, "I've been aching for Your Highness all over. I've been longing for release, burning with desire even in this cold body of mine."
Oh, Xie Lian might as well come right here, right now. He doesn't manage to say anything, lips suddenly pursed together. Hua Cheng gives him no time to gather the pieces of consciousness that just broke off and fell around, continuing his dialogue, pouring venom-like words into the air, into Xie Lian's veins. "Let this lowly servant be a bit selfish and use Your Highness for his pleasure, San Lang is begging for Your Highness's mercy."
"Yes." Xie Lian blurts out without even knowing what he's answering, voice hoarse with need, thoughts turned upside down, nothing going through his mind except for San Lang, San Lang, San Lang...
The only response he gets is a pair of sharp teeth sinking into the side of his neck, coarse tongue lapping at the marks. Hips start moving against his own, slow, painfully slow. Xie Lian's hand instinctively goes to Hua Cheng's waist, gripping a bit harshly, just enough to make the other shudder in his embrace.
San Lang wants this, Xie Lian wants this, so... He should just let loose and follow Hau Cheng's steps, do what he usually does to him, striving to make him sob tears of pleasure into the pillows, scream out his name so loud every resident of the Ghost City is aware of just what they are doing, of how good their ruler is for him... And surely, he must make good use of... the 'curse' taking effect on Hua Cheng's body.
With his mind made up, the hand on his waist goes down his back, fingers wrapping around the thick tail. Hua Cheng's reaction is instant, his teeth accidentally sinking in deeper, making Xie Lian wince in both pain and arousal. He tugs lightly at first and a low growl escapes Hua Cheng’s throat, whose head is now resting on the curve between Xie Lian’s neck and shoulder, cold puffs of air spreading around, so cold the Prince can faintly feel them through the material of his robe. With his other hand he grabs Hua Cheng’s thigh, jolting him up so his cock is trapped between them, surrounded by pressure from all sides. As if that wasn’t enough to make his head spin, Xie Lian starts pushing him up and down, with so little effort it almost seems like Hua Cheng is made of clay, pliant, molding exactly how his lover wants him to.
Xie Lian doesn’t even know if the friction is what’s making Hua Cheng tremble so hard in his arms, if that’s what’s causing his breath to come out in an erratic manner or he’s just getting off to his lover’s strength, the ease with which he’s moving him around, having him wrapped around his finger. Xie Lian keeps playing with the length of his tail, the tugs getting sometimes harsher, other times gentler, hand sometimes gripping firmly, other times just sliding against the soft fur.
The tip of one of The Ghost King’s ears brushes on Xie Lian’s jaw, making him move away with a slight giggle which Hua Cheng doesn’t even hear, too focused on the hands roaming on his body. Xie Lian’s chuckle turns into small gasp as a sudden idea flashes through his mind and he catches the ear in his mouth, closing his teeth around it, biting at the sensitive flesh. A high moan leaves Hua Cheng’s lips, louder than any other until now, but surely quieter compared to what’s to come.
The kitty-like Ghost King freezes against his chest, eyes falling close, thick lashes weighting his eyelids down.
Silence.
“...” Xie Lian’s hands stop in their tracks, eyes going wide for a second. “San Lang. Did…Did San Lang…?”
Hua Cheng doesn't reply, instead his fingers reach out, touching Xie Lian's face, holding him still as he raises his head, pecking his lips. His lover lets his lick at them but he doesn't move, making Hua Cheng look at him, confused, even a bit concerned. "...Gege?"
"Ah... San Lang." Xie Lian's hand grabs his wrist, moving his arm out of the way, pushing hin slightly so he falls on his back. Long fingers reach out to his crimson clothes, pulling at the expensive material until Hua Cheng's chest is bare. His hand goes further down, slipping into his loose pants, fingers coming in contact with a sticky substance. He let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding, retracting his hand, keeping it in front of his face, looking at it for a few moments before his eyes lay back on Hua Cheng's confused expression. "See what a mess San Lang did..."
Hua Cheng's lips part in an attempt to ask for forgiveness, but he just gasp in shock when Xie Lian pushes two fingers into his own mouth, tongue lapping at the cum, licking them clean. The menacing Ghost King that makes the common folk look at him in awe, the Heavens tremble in fear and the ghost realm cheer in admiration was left speechless.
After he's done, Xie Lian leans forward, a finger coated in saliva lifting Hua Cheng's chin up. "San Lang has to... to listen to his God, doesn't he?" A blink in response. "So... San Lang won't come anymore until I let him." Hua Cheng squints his eyes slightly, lips trembling, trying not to lift up into a smirk. Xie Lian sighs, "is this ok?"
"Mhm."
"San Lang needs to say it clearly."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Xie Lian closes his eyes for a second, as if preparing himself mentally. It's not like they haven't done it a few times at this point, Hua Cheng even let him feel the same pleasure The Ghost King usually had, the tight heat of his hole, he let him push him softly into the mattress, a mess of moans and grunts. But this... He has never been like this. His eyes open slowly, staring down at Hua Cheng and he breathes, reassured. His lover is here, he can do anything.
"Clothes off."
Hua Cheng stands up slightly, enough to be able to kick the already disheveled clothes off, laying back down as soon as he's done. The slight curl of his lips doesn't leave even for a second, teeth sinking slowly into his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back his smug smile. Xie Lian glances at the expanse of fair skin, a faint pink creeping up his cheeks, warming up his face, but he doesn't back down, going back to his side again, not really on top of him, a bit to the side. He uses one arm to hold himself up, the other reaching down to stroke at Hua Cheng's half hard cock. Xie Lian leans forward, bringing their lips together, finally washing the smile off of face. Strong hands sink into his hair, fingers scraping slightly at his scalp.
"Be good for me, San Lang." He mutters against his lips and Hua Cheng hums, obediently following Xie Lian's movements. The prince settles between his legs, pushing one to the side and hitching the other up on his arm. Smooth fingertips touch his thigh making Hua Cheng's skin feel heated traces left behind, tingling slightly with warmth. "Do-" he looks up as he tries to speak, words lost into thin air when he sees Hua Cheng's already reaching out to him, a vial of oil in his hand. He takes the small bottle with a thanks, hands shaking slightly as he takes off the cap in order to pour the liquid on his fingers.
Seeing his slight tremor, Hua Cheng speaks up in an attempt to soothe him while also riling him up with his teasing tone. "Gege." Xie lian's eyes move back on him. "Please fill San Lang up. Your husband wants this more than anything." The words that are spilling out of his mouth are rousing and provoking, yet The Ghost King looks like he's asking for hugs and cuddles, big fluffy ears dropping down, almost making Xie Lian coo at him, despite all the arousal deep in his bones. "San Lang wants to feel you deep inside." Xie Lian almost jumps, startled by Hua Cheng's tail that started moving back and forth all of the sudden, making itself known in an excited manner.
Xie Lian clears his throat, feeling it dry up, hands no longer trembling from nervousness but from interest. His slicked fingers make their way down Hua Cheng's body, one of them slipping inside with ease, so much that not even a few seconds later his lover begs him to add one more. He can't do anything but comply, two fingers stretching his soft walls which, despite the coldness of his body, feel warm. While prepping him, Xie Lian's eyes roam all over his body, admiring his pale skin, the strong muscles twitching slightly whenever the pads of his fingers reach deeper inside of him, chest rising up and down sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Ignoring the tail jumping on his leg, he bends down a bit, breathing hot air on the smooth surface of Hua Cheng's thigh, the legs he's holding up shaking in his hold. It's no surprise that Xie Lian bites down on the flesh, making Hua Cheng's hips jump, high moans filling up the room. He bites some more marks, licking eagerly at them until his thigh feels just as wet as his insides.
His head goes lower and lower, closer to Hua Cheng's cock that's already spilling precum. Xie Lian shakes his head, more to himself than the other, letting his leg down so he can put that hand to good use too, while he's still stretching him with the other. His fingers wrap around his cock, but Hua Cheng doesn't even get to breathe in satisfaction at finally being touched when Xie Lian's hold tightens at the base causing Hua Cheng to inhale sharply.
His fingers are still spreading his insides, one more joining the two, fingertips grazing by the spot that makes The Ghost King roll his head on the pillows. His hands are gripping the mattress, fingers digging in so harshly they could break the material under his hold. Hua Cheng feels too much, yet not enough at the same time, eyes watering up at the overwhelming desire.
"San Lang is looking so beautiful right now."
There was a part of him that thought he can hold on until Xie Lian lets him come, but as soon as he heard his beloved voice, all thoughts and hopes suddenly dispersed, few tears dropping down his cheeks as he trembles harshly. His eyes fall close, mouth agape, soft whimpers floating through the air. Because of Xie Lian's grip there's no white cum spilling on his abdomen and chest, only shivers through his whole body, ears buzzing slightly, mind a mess, making the whole room seem like it's spinning.
Suddenly Xie Lian's hands leave his body, coming back seconds later, gentler, touching his shoulder and arm as he asks his name in a concerned voice. Hua Cheng's mind clears up a bit, managing to let out a chuckle and sneak a hand around his middle, dragging him forward.
"I'm fine, Gege." His voice seems a bit breathless, looking at Xie Lian as if he can't clearly see him, eyes slightly squinted. "Amazing, really." There's another giggle coming from the Ghost King as he hugs his middle, leeching onto him like he doesn't want to ever let go. "Give me a second, Gege." His lover lets out a relieved breath, happy to he that he is alright, hands brushing through Hua Cheng's hair in a soothing manner. Hua Cheng hums, pleased with the gentle touches, the sound coming from deep in his chest, almost purr-like. "Mhm, should do this more often. I enjoy being at Gege's mercy."
Xie Lian coughs a few times, embarrassment visible on his cheeks. "San Lang, that's..."
"Amazing. Gege is amazing."
"San lang is! He's the one making me like this."
Another laughter, this time louder, more lucid, "San Lang is glad." He suddenly shifts under him, hands sliding from his waist to his chest, "I want to make Gege feel good, better." His fingers tease the hem of his robe, not attempting to take it off, just playing with it. He blinks, shifting his eyes to Xie Lian's face, a grin suddenly taking shape on his lips.
He rolls over, landing on his front, arms and legs keeping him up, elbows and knees sinking into the mattress. Xie Lian inhales sharply at the sight, eyes taking in the image in front of him, from head to toe, from ears to tail. Hua Cheng looks over his shoulder, eyes dark with desire.
"Gege, please." Only two words have Xie Lian stumbling forward, hands touching the smooth and soft skin of his thighs, going up towards the curve of his ass. Lips are pressed closely to his spine, kissing and muttering praises, telling his lover just how good he is. Resounding desperation flowing through his veins, he pulls himself off, leaning back in order to peel off the clothes separating him from his lover. As soon as he's done, he complies to Hua Cheng's pleas, fingers kneading his waist with a slight tremble as he guides his cock inside, pushing in one quick thrust. Both of them feel like they stopped breathing when he's fully seated and Xie Lian stops moving to let Hua Cheng get used to the stretch but the man under him speaks up, telling him to go on. "Please, Your Highness, San Lang wants to feel you, faster."
Xie Lians fingers grip his hips tighter unconsciously, staying as still as he can while Hua Cheng begs like there's no tomorrow. "Mhm..." One of his hands moves up his back, pushing his front on the mattress slowly, "San Lang said he'll be good."
"I am, Your Highness."
"No, San Lang is impatient." He pulls out halfway, pushing in harshly, making Hua Cheng's face sink into the covers. "San Lang already found release and yet he's just as impatient." He does a few small and quick thrusts, momentarily stopping after he's done talking.
Hua Cheng's voice sounds so desperate, the words getting out sounding more like a mess of moans than actual words, "Ge-uh...Your Highness should teach this subject a lesson."
Xie Lian curses under his breath, pushing Hua Cheng down even more, bending over to bite as his shoulder. He resumes his thrusts, at first quick and sharp, then slow and steady when his beloved screams loudly, stopping the stimulation suddenly every time he gets closer. His own cock is throbbing inside his ass, sucked in and caressed by his soft walls, on the blink of coming himself, but trying to hold on in order to tease the other.
The bed creaks under them with every sudden move and Hua Cheng's fingers are clenched so tightly into the material underneath him he's almost breaking it apart. His breath is stuck in his throat, only moans and passing through, high whines of frustration every single time Xie Lian stops moving. His head is already spinning from the back and forth of having his prostate stimulated and barely feeling Xie Lian inside of him. He can feel Xie Lian's fingers digging into his middle, slight crescent marks forming where his nail push harder into his skin, he's sure he'll have the shape of his beloved's hands on him for days and then fresh ones as he begs his lover to make a mess out of him yet again.
All that Hua Cheng's wants is to be in Xie Lian's arms, pushed and dragged around, pampered and fondled at his will. Unable to stand still, begging words fall from his mouth, with each becoming more restless. He knows this won't irk Xie Lian, quite the opposite, filling his chest with satisfaction at the fact that his lover is so gone he can't help but ask for more, even if he has everything already. God and Ghost King, both right on the edge, thin strings of restraint keeping them from falling apart and they still hold onto them snugly, wanting to prolong this pleasure as much as they can.
Despite his effort, Xie Lian's seed fills up the tight hole, trembling with delighted. He doesn't pull out and neither does he help push Hua Cheng over the edge, instead he rolls them over, falling on their side. Hua Cheng's back is pressed on his front, lips on his shoulder and arms embracing him. One of Xie Lian's hands settles on his stomach, pushing down slightly, making the other flinch.
"Can San Lang feel it?" A hum. "Does San Lang like it?"
"Mhm." Hua Cheng turns his head to the side in an attempt to kiss the other, "Gege is the best." Xie Lian leans forward too, catching his lips in his own.
Xie Lian's hand drops lower, fingers grazing Hua Cheng's cock, lightly touching with the pads of his fingers and the other sucks in a breath in anticipation. "Does San Lang want release?" A growl like sound escapes Hua Cheng's lips. "Does he?"
"Gege..." The Ghost King pushes his lower half back against Xie Lian's hips, making him bite his lip at the movement, the cock resting in his tight hole still sensitive. "I'd stay like this for days until Your Highness decides I'm worthy of it."
Xie Lian's eyes go big for a second at his words, an unknown feeling filling up his chest as he’s kicked with the need to reassure his lover just how much he means for him, "San Lang deserves everything and anything at any time." His fingers grip tighter around him as if proving his words and at the same time Hua Cheng's tail swirls itself on Xie Lian's leg, grasping his thigh in the same manner as the hand on his cock. Xie Lian starts thrusting forward, a bit awkward in the position they're in, but not difficult given the strength of his body. Hua Cheng bites his lip, almost drawing blood as he feels the cum being fucked in and out his hole, more slippery, more lewd than any oil, obscene sounds filling up the room along with their groans and whimpers.
His tail tightens around Xie Lian even more, probably making his leg feel numb from the lack of blood circulation, but neither of them mind it, not even being able to pay attention to such a small detail when the pleasure they're feeling is so blinding, deafening. Hua Cheng doesn't know, doesn't bother wondering, how Xie Lian's other hand got hold of his jaw, fingers sliding over his skin, parting his bright red lips and making their way in his mouth. He hears Xie Lian muttering behind him between gaps something along the lines of ‘don’t bite at them anymore’ and just then Hua Cheng feels the unmistakable taste and smell of blood, somehow sending a shiver of pleasure down his body, lips trembling around Xie Lian's fingers.
Seconds later he cums all over the sheets and on the hand around him, accidentally clenching his teeth on the one inside his mouth, making Xie Lian grunt slightly. Fingers pump up and down his cock until he whines at the overstimulation and just then Xie Lian moves his hand, gripping his hip and pushing in hard a couple of times until he spills over the edge again, filling him up with even more cum. Warm puffs of air touch Hua Cheng’s nape as Xie Lian pants slowly, as if melting into him. At the same time, The Ghost King’s tongue laps at the fingers that were previously in his mouth in a form of apology, the simple thought that he hurt Xie Lian making him want to disappear, but that would hurt his lover even more so he resumes to tiny licks of redemption.
“It’s alright, San Lang.” Xie Lian chuckles behind him after a few moments. “San Lang is just like a kitty, even if he bites and scratches me I can’t get mad. Just… let’s get up and clean.”
Hua Cheng whines in disapproval, reaching behind with one hand, brushing it thought Xie Lian’s hair,"Ngh, stay like that."
"But-"
"Gege, please. I want to feel you inside for a bit longer." Ears flop down on his forehead as if hiding his face in shame at the words and Xie Lian is suddenly reminded of something.
“Your ears… and the tail… You were the one who put them there, weren’t you, San Lang?”
Hua Cheng’s chest trembles with laughter, finding it endearing how his lover actually believed all the words getting out of his mouth, even blatant yet innocent lies like these. “I’m not sure who it was, Gege.”
“Ah-ah, San Lang what’s with this impish attitude?”
“San Lang has always been like this, Your Highness.”
“And now he’s also greedy, holding me like this, all for himself.” Hua Cheng doesn’t say anything for a few moments and when he opens his mouth, Xie Lian cuts him off, continuing with a smile on his face, “San Lang is cute like this. I like it.”