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These days, he felt like a beast.
Insatiable. A stalking wraith.
He needed to see his husband. Small. Round. Joyful. And the proof of his loyalty within his womb - beginning to gain tautness against his plump, well-fed belly so different to the waifishness of a struggling youth.
Hua-ge was just as cheerful and talkative as he had been as a child. The keen intelligence had blossomed into a keen eye and commercial mind, even running a business in the capital with a friend. Hua-gege had been worried that Mobei-jun would seize his share of his profitable publishing business. Why? It was Hua-ge’s. And besides, Mobei-jun was a good husband. He provided. Only a useless, cowardly husband would so such a thing to their spouse.
This time he found his husband reading in the bedroom’s nook.
Mobei-jun was loathe to disturb him from his comforts. He had expected and been prepared for a spouse that loved lavish feasts and entertainments, but his Hua-gege had brought all that he wanted and asked for little.
He had to keep his kunze entertained. He had to keep him happy, and full, and make sure he wanted for nothing, otherwise he’d be a poor husband and qianyuan.
What would Qinghua look like? Reading to a child of their own? Curled up, perhaps against the bed with their child nestled between his chin and lap, pointing to the words on the page. Qinghua was prone to long processions of thoughts and expansive gestures, but perhaps he would listen carefully to their child’s questions, and answer them patiently.
What did Qinghua want from their child? Mobei-jun himself had to provide an heir, and otherwise wanted the proof that they were together. Bonded. Qinghua would sometimes mention his business in the capital, and hint at giving it to any extra children they had to reduce competition. So his husband would probably keep a keen eye on their progress with numbers and letters.
But also, extra children! It pleased Mobei-jun to know that Qinghua wanted many children, though the way Qinghua talked about it sometimes made Mobei-jun worried - if there was a concern about infighting then they could simply not have that many children?
Did Qinghua… want kids? He was so clever, Mobei-jun could never be certain whether he was bullying Qinghua into following his own lusts, or being swayed into Qinghua’s schemes.
Qinghua smiled at seeing him - a wide, unguarded thing - and rose to kiss him on the cheek.
“My lord!”
There was a plate of melon seed shells next to him. Good. Mobei-jun leaned in for a longer kiss, this time eliciting a pleased noise from Qinghua, who’d risen onto his toes to sling his arms around Mobei-jun’s neck.
They kiss like that for a while, soft and pleasant, before Mobei-jun picks Qinghua up. His kunze rubs his cheek against his scent gland, re-scenting himself and Mobei-jun places him on the edge of the bed.
These days, Qinghua was always wet, his body welcoming and ready for his qianyuan. Mobei-jun rucks up Qinghua’s robes.
He slides a finger through Qinghua’s folds, testing it, and rests his head (gently!) against his belly. His kunze always has to spread his legs so wide to accomodate his broadness, but never complains about it. Mobei-jun likes seeing his husband like that. On display, just for him.
At first, he had wondered why there had been an excessive amount of slick outside of Qinghua’s heat. The doctor had replied it was common during pregnancy to for kunze become more aroused. She had also said as long as they were careful, regular sex would strengthen their bonds and relationship. Hua-ge had squeaked cutely at hearing this, deliciously shy.
Just like the way he blushes now, looking down at Mobei-jun with hooded eyes.
Mobei-jun was obsessed. His hips, his waist… but most of all his belly with its gently pronounced curve. Qinghua had gained more weight since coming to the north and always remained securely bundled up in furs when going out. Of course, those furs were the ones he had hunted since youth specifically for his Hua-gege. It makes his inner qianyuan very pleased - evidence that Mobei-jun was a good husband and provided only the best for his kunze.
In the short time before getting a child onto Qinghua, he had enjoyed groping and nipping at the fat on his waist. His Hua-ge always had the cutest reactions, embarrassed, trying to get him to stop but easily bullied into submission. Now, he thought it was better to avoid that area, to lessen the strain on Qinghua’s body as it holds their child.
Previously, when he was a teen and listening to court gossip, hearing the nobles talking about taking their spouses when they were pregnant had seemed awfully beastly of them. Even the carriers themselves would gossip about it, voices high and tittering.
He’d thought that when his Hua-gege was pregnant, he’d provide him with only the best of foods, and softest of pillows. Let him relax, so that both the babe and mother would be healthy.
Now that he was older… he’d not be a hypocrite.
Besides, Qinghua always seemed willing and pleased to receive him.
He does wish that Qinghua would initiate more often. Now as an adult, his Hua-gege seemed quite anxious about many things, such that even sending out calming pheromones sometimes did little to soothe him.
When he had suggested that Qinghua take a break from his duties, he had cried and begged and clung onto Mobei-jun’s robes most wretchedly. No amount of pheromones seemed to work then.
Qinghua would complain at length about his work - the organisation, the delegation, the accounting - he had thought it would please Qinghua to take a break now that he was with child.
Alas, no. He had been confused and angry while trying to get Qinghua to calm down. Qinghua had been sprouting reasons like a firecracker going off right beside his ears.
Qinghua had even segued into concubines. What concubines? He had made such a fuss about it in his youth that all the denizens of his palace knew that if he had the choice, he’d only ever have one kunze in his life.
Once Qinghua gave him an heir and a spare, he could elevate his position from consort to Duchess, and rid himself of the matter entirely.
However, he did not want to put it so crassly to Qinghua at this stage. What if Qinghua had complications? Better to wait it out and elevate him when their second babe was born.
He could only kneel and hug Qinghua for now, letting him cry into his shoulder, rubbing his back as it died down to hiccups. Qinghua had tried to run back to his quarters after that, but Mobei-jun stopped him, calling a bath for Qinghua, as well as the doctor.
He was still confused and angry, though the anger stemmed more from his upset mood, at how little he understood of the situation. Qinghua, sullen and unusually quiet had acquiesced to the examination with little complaint.
The doctor proclaimed Qinghua physically fit, though Qinghua sent the doctor away when she had gently enquired to see why Qinghua was so upset about the duties.
Leaving Qinghua to bathe himself, he had inquired for himself why Qinghua might be upset about taking a break from his duties. The doctor explained that idleness would sometimes lead to maladies of the mind, and suggested siding with Qinghua in this matter and letting him decide his workload.
He was a good husband.
He apologised for suggesting Qinghua should take a break from his duties, which Qinghua accepted though, upsettingly, he had seemed surprised about it.
Regardless, he allowed Mobei-jun to bathe him. Mobei-jun gently wiped his tears away. Ice was obtained to soothe his reddened eyes. Mobei-jun finally covered Qinghua in his softest sleeping robes, and tucked him into bed.
Throughout all this, Qinghua said nothing. Only a soft thank you, before he fell asleep, exhausted.
After that day, Qinghua had never again complained about his ducal duties, opting to show off his skills as much as possible. And Mobei-jun felt that some strange chasm had opened in their relationship.
In the present, Qinghua squirms.
Two fingers slide in easily, and he presses them against the soft walls, testing the give.
“Ahhh, my lord’s fingers are so thick…”
Qinghua often praised the size of his hands. He figured it was to do with their relative size difference. Even after puberty, his Hua-gege could be nestled under Mobei-jun’s chin. He was dwarfed by Mobei-jun’s comparative bulk and muscle.
His hand also dwarfed Qinghua’s dick. His whole hand could cover it, and thinking so, he brought his other hand up.
He can feel Qinghua’s dick twitch, and his own grows more interested in the proceedings. Qinghua himself squeals and brings his legs up, trying to curl in.
That prevents Mobei-jun’s own movement, so he moves both hands to hold Qinghua’s thighs up and out instead, standing up as he does so.
It also allows him an excellent view of Qinghua’s body. Flushed. Qinghua stares back, anticipatory.
These days, Mobei-jun takes Qinghua on his back. Legs spread, his body on display and face an open book for Mobei-jun to read and enjoy. He preferred taking Qinghua from behind, such that he could more easily stroke his dick and enjoy Qinghua’s delicious squirming, caught between two pleasures.
In this position, Qinghua didn’t have much purchase to move, relying instead on Mobei-jun’s generosity. If Mobei-jun wanted to go slow, Qinghua would beg with his eyes and mouth for him to go faster, harder. If Mobei-jun wanted to set a punishing pace, Qinghua would shout and grip at the sheets, eyes closed in bliss.
In this position, he could also see Qinghua’s nipples, pebbled in the slight chill and petal-pink. They were starting to fill, though pinching and suckling them didn’t produce any milk yet, so he’d try again in a week or so.
Mobei-jun moves one arm to guide his dick inside Qinghua. His kunze could always be relied upon to adjust his own hips to the best angle for himself. If he was too blissed out, Mobei-jun would find it for him. He was a reliable husband. He shared the pleasure. But now, he simply enjoyed his kunze’s long, drawn out moan.
Mobei-jun loved exploring the noises he could elicit from Qinghua. He stayed there, enjoying the heat, just to see what Qinghua would do.
His husband was currently running his mouth, praising Mobei-jun: the broadness of his body, his fitness, the size of his length…
He knew this well - Qinghua was trying to get him to move. So he moves closer to Qinghua’s face, curling in and cupping his face in his hands. He kisses him, once, on the lips and sits back again.
Qinghua looks at him reproachfully, and tears up. He starts complaining instead about how cruel his qianyuan is. He squirms, trying to roll away and Mobei-jun knows that if he were closer, Qinghua would beat at his chest with his little fists.
Of course, this would not do.
He returns one hand to Qinghua’s thigh, and decides to give him an orgasm first, as a gift and apology.
His kunze’s complaints get louder when Mobei-jun takes his dick out, to slick up his other hand. He guides it back in and grabs Qinghua’s dick, interrupting him mid-sentence. His kunze talks more during their lovemaking these days… and is interrupted more too. He loves when Qinghua runs his sweet mouth.
He strokes Qinghua to his first orgasm of the night. His kunze arches his back and shakily gasps out his pleasure in uncontrolled bursts.
When he comes, he nearly hits Mobei-jun with his twitching legs. Qinghua has eyes closed and his hands covering his mouth, trembling and bashful.
Qinghua gets even wetter. He can feel the muscles clench when Qinghua orgasms this way. It doesn’t feel as good when Qinghua orgasms from his cunt, all soft fluttering, but Qinghua seems to enjoy this kind of orgasm better, especially when plugged up by his hard dick.
As Qinghua catches his breath, chest heaving, he moves to slot a pillow underneath his hips. He also takes the time to admire his kunze’s stomach again, rubbing the curve of it.
Would Qinghua want Mobei-jun to take him when he was truly round? Mobei-jun desired greatly to leisurely thrust into Qinghua for hours, so that Qinghua would always remember how well Mobei-jun fit into him. To be entirely honest, Mobei-jun desired that Qinghua remain pregnant forever; for him to give birth and for Mobei-jun to immediately sire another pup onto him. He had been an only child, and desired as large a household as Qinghua could give him.
Though that remained only that: a desire. Qinghua needed only to give him an heir and a spare, but he had hoped Qinghua would give him many more out of love as well.
“Qinghua will bear strong, clever pups for this one.”
His kunze shivers and cocks his head, blushing. On the down-breath he exhales and chuckles quietly.
“Of course they will be, with Mobei-jun as their father.”
Qinghua is much too humble. He picks up Qinghua’s thighs again, behind the juncture of his knee. He punctuates each stroke as he begins to set the pace:
“Our pups will be as beautiful as their dam.”
“They will be as capable as Qinghua.”
“Anyone who dares harm this Lord’s family... will die.”
His kunze squeals, and tries to hide behind his hands.
The shyness is intoxicating, as always.
His teenage self could never have imagined anything half as sweet waiting for him after his campaigns along the border.
Privately, Mobei-jun thinks he should thank the young crown prince. If he had not been found, Qinghua would not have been married to him so fast, and he would not be enjoying Qinghua’s soft, willing body right now.
He pounds into Qinghua, taking care to bully his sensitive walls. Qinghua quivers and pants, tossing about, overwhelmed. His cunt is terribly warm and wet against his dick. But Qinghua urges Mobei-jun on, grasping at the sheets and trying to move his hips. His legs shake in Mobei-jun’s unyielding grip.
“Qinghua’s walls feel so good. Does Qinghua feel how much he affects this Duke?”
His cock had never been as hard. Since he married Qinghua, his thoughts had been consumed by fire - all his fantasies had been made flesh. He felt as if he were drowning in air.
“With Qinghua, This Duke feels as if he is losing his mind… does Qinghua feel the same?“
He can feel Qinghua’s walls tightening, as Qinghua comes, milking him,
This causes Mobei-jun’s own release, though he takes care to not knot Qinghua, afraid of how it might harm him.
Qinghua’s rippling aftershocks are very pleasurable, and he lets Qinghua’s legs go to wipe at the tears in the corner of his Hua-gege’s eyes.
He wondered if Qinghua would want to go another round.
“Is Qinghua pleased with his husband?”
His kunze looks at him, a little surprised and very sated.
“This one is very pleased…”
Mobei-jun lets his dick slip out and leaves to find cloths to clean them up.
For some reason Qinghua seemed to expect Mobei-jun to leave immediately after sex.
Where to?
His own, cold, lonely quarters?
Besides, of course he would stay. It raised Qinghua’s own position, for him to be graced by the Duke. It showed that Qinghua had the Duke favour. If he didn’t stay, the servants might think his consort was being snubbed and so treat him poorly.
At first Mobei-jun had thought Qinghua had desired it, to be left alone. It was later on that discovered it was not the case. After finishing wiping them both up, he curls around Qinghua. Qinghua’s beautiful brown hair was brushed aside, such that he could see his face better.
Qinghua had both his arms in front of him, and Mobei-jun slides his hand to cradle his belly.
In the afterglow, he decides to ask what Qinghua had been reading.
It seemed Qinghua both read and wrote a lot. He’d managed to get out from him that Qinghua read mostly novels, the kind generally not favoured among aristocracy.
It tended to make Qinghua a little embarrassed when he asked, he could feel his heartbeat pick up, so he never presses the issue. Besides, he’d had quick peeks before and they seemed to just be novels. Occasionally he was writing pornography, which was. Interesting.
He could see why Qinghua was embarrassed, but to call reading pornography deviant behaviour was to call most people deviants.
Now writing pornography…
Qinghua laughs, shyly. This time, he stammers out that he’s reading a xianxia novel. When he hums in interest, Qinghua bursts out with some story about a fallen god and his last supplicant.
Now, did this story have pornography? He wanted to ask, but at the same time he didn’t want to invade Qinghua’s privacy. Though it did intrigue Mobei-jun. What did Qinghua like?
Mobei-jun wants to know how best to please Qinghua. It is a little odd though, how could someone so bashful in bed write something so shameless?
When Qinghua finishes explaining, he asks if Qinghua would read to him sometimes. This causes Qinghua to exclaim and babble out something in the affirmative.
Mobei-jun hums, glad, and adjusts them for a more comfortable nap. He was no longer campaigning, finally having married his childhood sweetheart who had come back to him, and now they were expecting their first child. He was very happy.
He wasn’t expected anywhere until dinner, and only soft noises would reach Qinghua’s quarters: birdsong, the changing of guards, the rustle of leaves in the wind.
A thought from before suddenly returns to him.
“Will Hua-gege read to our children?”
Qinghua turns his head, frowning. But soon his features clear and he stutters out:
“Oh! Yeah, yes, of course!”
Mobei-jun smiles and settles in for a long nap, cuddling his kunze against him.