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Xiao is not sure if he liked sitting on other man’s abdomen naked and not being able to hide his growing arousal. Young man didn’t even know why he’s allowed to do this at least, when Zhongli was busy reading a book. If he remembered right, this was a detective book, and the man was trying to solve the case himself, writing down his thoughts in a notebook, – this man for sure couldn’t care about adepti’s needs.
Zhongli told him to wait, and yaksha silently obeyed. But Xiao, ashamed of how his internal pulsation is becoming more obviously, wasn’t sure what exactly he’s supposed to wait. Young man knew that his own body no need a lot of time to begin leaving wet marks on other man’s abdomen – that’s what he could wait. Just a little longer and he’ll start unconsciously wiggle looking for moments of stimulation – no one should expect him not doing it. And the man with the wise face was leisurely making some notes in his notebook – yaksha wanted to howl.
It wasn’t a smart assume that Zhongli would put his business aside, after Xiao have told him how tired he was and wanted some attention. Adepti should be grateful that the man took of a home shirt and let him warming himself on his own abdomen. But the gratitude that young man wanted to express wasn’t supposed to look like wet marks on other man’s body, on his precious skin.
Yaksha won’t be able to ignore his need for touch for long. If he could, he’d already started slowly pleasuring himself, forgetting that it would only cover the whole other man’s abdomen with wet marks. In his head won’t be a place for worry because arousal was turning the attention of his entire mind to his own clitoris. And in fact, he could even forget that he needed to breathe or not distract Zhongli from reading by movements and sounds. However, Xiao actually couldn’t do any of this – the man dislearned him from pleasuring himself.
Unexpectedly Zhongli crossed something out of his notebook with a sudden move. The sound of a pen touching a paper was rough and loudly declaring that man didn’t solve the case hidden in the book. Yaksha watched how disappointment blossomed on his face, which couldn’t be overcome with words of consolation. This emotion couldn’t be calmed down by the sound that escaped Xiao's lips, when the book slammed shut: dull pop made him flinch and press his vagina too hard against other man’s body for a moment. Perhaps the young man should learn to control his body better.
Sighing heavily, the man was already putting away the book and notebook. However, "putting away" were just nice words, that hid the fact that he simply had thrown his failure off the bed. He had lost on the detective battlefield and was no longer willing to share space with it. And now Zhongli, taking off his reading glasses – stupid and definitely not suitable for his beautiful face, – finally turned the attention to adepti, because he could still win with yaksha. Xiao didn’t like this, because for the man his body was the most boring battle, which he knew by heart.
However, no matter how boring yaksha found his own body, the man never gave up on him. Zhongli, as if he just hadn't been upset by his failure with the detective book, looked at the adept as if nothing else existed besides him. His hands suddenly began to slowly massage the soft skin of the young man's thighs, checking if Xiao had lost or gained weight. Tempting them both, amber eyes drew patterns on the yaksha's chest and belly. And the moment when he would look at Xiao's vagina was only a matter of moments.
There were a lot of things which yaksha didn’t like: he could never become more interesting than a detective book, he couldn't stop seeking for solace from the man who had volunteered to replace him a god, and he couldn’t make himself not to be ashamed of the moments when amber eyes could see his naked body. But all of this ceased to make sense so quickly when the man had switched places with the young man, allowing him to fell into the softness of the pillows. Xiao casually bid farewell to restless thoughts and watched how Zhongli was setting himself between his leg. He once said he was supposed to be there to look up at the adept from below.
And yet, the things that made the young man tremble were more. These things couldn’t be described as specific moments, because they were fluid fragments of a whole process meant to please his body. The man's perfect fingers circled the yaksha's clitoris, caressing it gently and tenderly. The first wet sounds created by his hands were like a melody that sounded as an invitation: to a banquet, a dinner party or a theatre performance – Xiao never knew which one Zhongli would choose.
However, the young man never even tried to guess his choice. It was a foolish idea to guess when the man's mouth finally touched his lower lips. He gave him mischievous kisses, teased him with tongue which barely penetrated him. And Zhongli was in no hurry at all, as if he didn't know how much effort it had cost yaksha to wait for him. And among all the waiting, the most desired was just one moment: the first movements of the tongue on the clitoris.
Now Zhongli, leaving behind the idea of teasing games with the young man's body, could only watch his reactions and adjust to his desires. If adepti stopped breathing, he would purposely weaken his caresses. Then the young man, desperate and awkward, would try to find the warmth of man’s mouth again, making several breathing cycles. When yaksha actively twisted his hips, arched his back, the man would speed up, working his tongue harder. And all this for the sake of a few seconds of almost silent orgasm – a few seconds when amber eyes searched for Xiao's face.
And yaksha knew there was no beauty in his orgasm worth showing. He frowned, bit his lips and lost control all over his own body, squirming and sounding too freely. However, this was what attracted the man's attention – he enjoyed how skillfully he achieved this result time after time. He definitely would like to get up and kiss the young man on the forehead to smooth out the wrinkle. He would be happy to sacrifice his lips for him for biting. But Zhongli’s place was between Xiao's legs right now. And that's a law he made for himself.
That’s why he was gently kissing the inside of the yaksha's thighs now. Relaxed and lost, adepti always became soft after orgasm. And the man, enjoying his body like that, reached for his belly, massaging the very bottom, as if helping him come to his senses faster. But actually, light bites on his belly and an unconsciously rough grip on his waist were sobering him up better than sensual care. And still, once Xiao was ready, Zhongli would repeat the whole ritual again, and again, and again.
Xiao wouldn't say he liked the poses that Zhongli chose to do this. He felt stupid being pressed against the wall and looked up to himself again – that happened last week. Yaksha spread his legs hesitantly and tried his best not to think about how he looked. He didn't always like it when the man invited him to his face like it was last month. He spread his legs uncomfortably near the other man's ears and hoped he had enough strength not to fall. Even if sometimes it seemed like that’s all that was expected from him.
And even now, yaksha wasn’t sure that he liked the way the man lifted his thighs and throwed his legs over his shoulders. Somehow Xiao knew he was doing it on purpose: Zhongli's unbridled desire to show him how his own body responded to the caress of the man who was replacing his god.
However, the young man always had something he liked: he loved to recognize the expression on Zhongli's face when he was pleasuring yaksha. Adepti saw such face before, because Morax had appeared in front of him more than once with the face full of satisfaction, celebration and pleasure. Even though the god was so shining after a won battle, which had been loudly celebrating for days, the caressing Xiao man managed to perfectly repeat every detail.
The man's cheekbones were decorated with dragon scales: in the past because of the thrill of battles, now because of how beautifully Xiao trembled on his tongue. His face was covered with patterns that shimmered with gold and amber: long ago because he gambled with his life, but now because of yaksha’s orgasms that Zhongli created for him.
The young man believed that humans could never repeat the deeds of the gods, but they could still come close to the way they felt at the peak of their accomplishments. And it simply happened that Zhongli considered his love for the yaksha's body to be that very peak. And for Xiao, the peak was the pleasure he got from the skillful tongue of the man who replaced his god.