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YinYu sat at the edge of the bed, his body somewhat stiff as Quan Yizhen leaned in to kiss him. Quan Yizhen's lips were familiar, warm and filled with that innocent enthusiasm that YinYu had always known. But despite that, YinYu couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. Something felt different this time. There was an energy, a confidence in the boy that seemed new, making him more insistent than usual.
“Shixiong,” Quan Yizhen whispered, pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet. “Come with me to Hua Cheng’s room.”
YinYu’s eyes widened in disbelief. He frowned, blinking as if he hadn't heard correctly.
“Are you insane!? is the middle of the night,” he responded in a half-shouted gasp. “That’s asking for death!”
But Quan Yizhen just smiled, his expression full of that natural confidence YinYu had always envied. He leaned in again, murmuring against YinYu's lips:
“I have his permission.”
There was something in his tone that left no room for doubt. YinYu swallowed, confused, but Quan Yizhen simply showed him a talisman, a direct communication with Hua Cheng that clearly confirmed what he had said. It was kind of funny, the boy found ways to communicate with Hua Cheng, considering that his boss wasn’t fond of sharing his private passport array with Quan Yizhen.
“I hope this isn’t a joke, Yizhen,” Reluctantly, YinYu agreed. As Quan Yizhen took his hand and led him toward Hua Cheng’s room, YinYu’s thoughts filled with the book his Shidi had shown him a few days before.
It was a detailed, illustrated Kama Sutra about male relationships. Initially, YinYu had looked at it with curiosity, but as he turned the pages, the illustrations grew increasingly explicit. He remembered how his face had burned when he realized that the book had been borrowed directly from Hua Cheng and that Hua Cheng was likely aware of every intimate interaction he’d had with Quan Yizhen. The thought filled him with embarrassment and unease. If there was one person he didn’t want to share those private details with, it was of course his boss Hua Cheng.
But now, he was on his way to face precisely that situation.
The door creaked open gently. Quan Yizhen stepped in confidently, while YinYu followed at a slower pace, practically dragging his feet. The room was enormous, with an ostentatious bed surrounded by rich, crimson curtains that hung heavily around it. A sweet smell filled the room; a familiar scent that almost took his breath away. YinYu realized it was a type of incense that was very popular both in Ghost City and the mortal world. It had the unmistakable fragrance of honey, thick and intoxicating, intended to relax anyone who breathed it in. Instead, it had the opposite effect on YinYu, heightening his senses and making him all the more aware of his own nervousness.
The flickering light of several candles made the curtains glow softly, and beyond those rich red drapes, YinYu could barely make out the silhouette of someone sitting behind them. There was no doubt who it could be: His Highness Xie Lian.
The realization struck YinYu like a physical blow. Xie Lian was here as well. Knowing that the Crown Prince, his master's beloved, was also present made his nerves skyrocket. His heart pounded, and he swallowed hard, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this could all be a misunderstanding or that they might be sent away.
But there was no such mercy.
Hua Cheng was sitting on a chaise longue nearby, looking perfectly comfortable, his nightwear crimson robes flowing elegantly around him. He lifted his gaze from the wine glass he held, his single eye glinting as he saw them enter.
“Crimson Rain, I convinced him,” Quan Yizhen said with a radiant smile.
Hua Cheng looked at YinYu, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a smile that felt almost predatory. YinYu felt a shiver run down his spine.
YinYu's feet felt heavy as he stepped forward, and the nervousness that had taken root in his stomach twisted deeper. His mouth felt dry, and when he finally found himself standing close enough, he bowed deeply, his voice slightly trembling as he spoke.
“I-I apologize for intruding, Hua Chengzu.”
Hua Cheng lifted an eyebrow, his gaze sharpening. He studied YinYu for a long moment before his lips curved into a faint, amused smile.
“Why are you apologizing, YinYu?” Hua Cheng asked in a calm tone, though his eyes held a mischievous glint. His voice carried a relaxed authority, one that brooked no argument.
YinYu lowered his gaze, swallowing hard. His entire body tensed when Hua Cheng gestured to the seat beside him, inviting him to sit. Quan Yizhen gave him a light push forward, forcing him closer to the chaise longue.
The silence that followed was heavy, he truly didn’t know what to expect. Hua Cheng watched YinYu intently, his obsidian eye tracing every inch of YinYu's face, analyzing every shift in his expression. The intensity of that gaze made YinYu’s skin prickle with an anxious heat. He had faced that same expression many times before, however, this time it felt different in a way YinYu wasn’t ready to accept.
“Tell me, has your Shidi improved in bed?” Hua Cheng asked, his tone light, almost casual as if he were asking about a mundane topic.
YinYu felt his face heat up, and he looked down, unable to keep from pressing his lips together nervously. His hands fidgeted in his lap, and he swallowed, trying to compose himself enough to speak.
“I—I don’t know what you mean, Hua Chengzu...” he finally said, his voice coming out barely above a whisper.
“Has he improved or not?” Hua Cheng repeated, this time taking YinYu’s chin with a firm grip, tilting his head up so their eyes met. The sudden contact startled YinYu, and he could feel the cold of Hua Cheng’s fingers, the strength behind that seemingly gentle hold.
His obsidian eye was relentless, full of curiosity and something else, something that made YinYu’s breath catch in his throat. It was as though Hua Cheng could see right through him, past his defenses and right into his most private thoughts. After a moment of hesitation, YinYu ended up nodding slightly, his cheeks flushed a deep red. Hua Cheng smiled, satisfied.
“Perfect.” His gaze moved to Quan Yizhen. “Then you’ll have a live lesson today. Pay attention, Qi Ying.”
Quan Yizhen, eager as always, stepped closer, his hands finding YinYu's shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly. YinYu tried to breathe steadily, but the knowledge that Hua Cheng was watching, evaluating every little movement, every reaction, made it nearly impossible. His eyes darted briefly to the crimson curtains, where the vague silhouette of Xie Lian sat quietly, and the tension in his stomach twisted even further.
“Start by kissing his sensitive areas, Qi Ying,” commanded Hua Cheng, in a low, calm voice.
As Quan Yizhen leaned in to kiss his neck, YinYu closed his eyes tightly, his body trembling slightly. The familiar sensation of his Shidi’s lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, but the circumstances were so different from what he was used to. The scent of honey lingered in the air, thickening the atmosphere, and making his body feel heavy and almost languid.
His thoughts wandered despite himself, and suddenly, memories of Quan Yizhen's progress filled his mind, how Quan Yizhen had certainly improved, although he was still impulsive and a bit clumsy at times. YinYu couldn’t deny that the boy had learned to be more attentive and more careful with him, and how much of that was thanks to the explicit books they had read. It was embarrassing to acknowledge that Quan Yizhen had improved because of those illustrated instructions borrowed from his boss personal collection.
YinYu wasn’t naïve when it came to sexual matters. Living in the Ghost City meant being exposed to all sorts of things, and since Hua Cheng had started his relationship with His Highness, YinYu had even been involved in procuring very specific items or scouting locations that were needed. He wasn’t unfamiliar with finding himself in situations involving his master and Xie Lian, moments he had to pretend not to see at all. But he had never thought that those practices could apply to him until his Shidi brought him back to life.
Now, he found himself here, in the spotlight, with Hua Cheng observing their every move.
The silence was almost oppressive, and YinYu could feel the heat of Quan Yizhen’s lips traveling along his skin, leaving a tingling trail. It was so different, being here, under Hua Cheng’s scrutinizing gaze. When he opened his eyes, Hua Cheng’s gaze was still fixed on him, intense and unwavering. The depth of that gaze made YinYu shiver. He couldn’t hide, not from that eye.
“Now,” Hua Cheng’s voice broke the silence, low and steady, “I will train you before you do it.”
He gestured for YinYu to kneel in front of the chaise longue. The knot in YinYu's stomach tightened as he obeyed, moving down until his knees hit the ground, now he was a ghost, but if he had a living heart, ot would be pounding so loud he was sure they could hear it. The scent of the honey incense was thick in his lungs, almost intoxicating. Hua Cheng moved slowly, bringing his fingers to his lips, the motion deliberate, as his gaze never left YinYu’s face.
"Qi Ying," Hua Cheng called, and Yizhen stepped forward, his eyes flicking to Hua Cheng for instruction. Hua Cheng gave him a nod, leaning back against the chaise. "Start with his neck. Kiss him here, gently. Make him feel it."
Quan Yizhen knelt beside YinYu, leaning in closer. YinYu's breath caught when he felt Quan Yizhen's lips press against his neck, a shiver running through him as Yizhen’s mouth moved slowly, deliberately. The warmth of Yizhen’s breath fanned against his skin, and YinYu tried not to react, tried to keep his composure, but the sensation made his pulse race.
“Slower,” Hua Cheng instructed, his voice a low, almost lazy drawl. “Make him feel it.”
The boy obeyed, his lips lingering longer, pressing into YinYu’s skin, leaving warm, wet trails that made YinYu's breath catch. YinYu closed his eyes, biting down on his lower lip to keep himself quiet, the urge to let out a low sound growing stronger with each kiss that was placed along his neck. It was maddening, each touch amplified by Hua Cheng’s watchful eye, by the weight of his scrutiny.
“Now his ear,” Hua Cheng said, the authority in his voice unmistakable. “Kiss it, and use your tongue.”
Quan Yizhen moved, his lips brushing along YinYu’s earlobe. The wet warmth of his tongue traced along the curve, and YinYu shivered, a soft gasp escaping him before he could swallow it down. The sound seemed louder in the room, and YinYu’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. He could almost feel Hua Cheng’s gaze on him grow heavier, could almost see the knowing smirk tugging at the Ghost King’s lips.
“Take off his scarf,” Hua Cheng’s command was clear, and YinYu's heart stuttered in his chest. He tried to control his breathing as Quan Yizhen’s fingers moved to the fabric at his neck, carefully unwrapping it. The room felt impossibly warm as the scarf fell away, leaving his neck completely exposed.
Quan Yizhen’s lips moved lower, kissing along YinYu’s collarbone, and YinYu fought to keep himself steady, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. Each kiss, each touch, felt magnified. The heat of Quan Yizhen's mouth, the soft pressure, the slight wetness, it was as if every nerve ending in his body was focused solely on those points of contact. YinYu bit down on his lip harder, trying to suppress the low noises building in his throat, his body trembling slightly with the effort.
“Remove his robes,” Hua Cheng's voice commanded. YinYu swallowed hard, his breath quickening as the boy’s hands moved to his robes, carefully parting the fabric, and pushing it down over his shoulders. YinYu’s skin prickled at the exposure, the air cool against his heated skin. He shivered, trying to ignore the way his body seemed to respond on its own, the way his skin tingled under Quan Yizhen’s touch.
Hua Cheng’s voice filled the room once more, deep and smooth, like a silk ribbon wrapping around YinYu, tightening. “Now kiss him again, Qi Ying, right there.” He gestured toward YinYu’s exposed collarbone.
Quan Yizhen complied, his lips pressing against YinYu’s collarbone, his tongue tracing the edge. YinYu sucked in a breath, his head tilting back slightly, his body betraying him as a soft, almost desperate sound escaped his lips. It was too much, each instruction from Hua Cheng seemed to make the sensations sharper, more intense. Knowing Hua Cheng was watching, hearing his calm, commanding voice instructing Yizhen, made every touch, every kiss, burn deeper into him.
“Sufficient for now, Qi Ying,” Hua Cheng finally said, and Quan Yizhen pulled back, his lips leaving YinYu’s skin. YinYu took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself, his body trembling slightly. The room felt unbearably warm, the scent of incense clinging to his senses, clouding his mind.
Hua Cheng’s gaze shifted to YinYu, and for a moment, the weight of that stare made YinYu’s breath catch. “And you,” Hua Cheng said, his voice steady, “what have you done for your Shidi? Have you performed oral sex on him before?”
The bluntness of the question made YinYu’s face flush a deep crimson, the heat spreading all the way to his ears. His eyes widened slightly, his gaze dropping as he shook his head, his embarrassment making his throat tighten. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Hua Cheng, wanting nothing more than to hide from that piercing gaze.
But Hua Cheng wouldn’t allow it. He reached out, his fingers gripping YinYu’s chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met once more. YinYu swallowed hard, his pulse pounding in his ears as Hua Cheng’s eye bore into his, leaving him no room to escape, no room to hide.
“Look at me when I speak to you, YinYu,” Hua Cheng said, his voice low, the command unmistakable. YinYu’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he forced himself to meet Hua Cheng’s gaze, the intensity of it making his stomach twist, a strange mix of fear and something else, something that made his skin prickle and his chest tighten.
His lips parted slightly, his breathing uneven, and all he could do was nod, his voice caught somewhere in his throat. Hua Cheng’s fingers lingered for a moment longer, his thumb brushing against YinYu’s lower lip, before he finally released him, leaving YinYu trembling, his body thrumming with a strange mixture of nerves, shame, and something dangerously close to anticipation.
“I suppose you haven’t then, now,” Hua Cheng’s voice broke the silence, low and steady, “I will train you before you do it.”
He gestured for YinYu to kneel in front of the chaise longue. The knot in YinYu's stomach tightened as he obeyed, kneeling in front of Hua Cheng, who moved slowly, bringing his fingers to his lips again, his gaze never leaving YinYu’s face.
“If you can’t handle this, you won’t be able to handle him,” Hua Cheng added, his voice almost a purr, before he slipped his fingers into YinYu’s mouth.
YinYu’s breath hitched, and he tried to relax his throat, letting Hua Cheng's fingers slide in. The feeling was invasive —an unfamiliar weight on his tongue, the slightly salty taste of Hua Cheng’s skin— it made his entire body tense. His lashes fluttering as he tried to keep his gaze steady, but Hua Cheng's presence was overwhelming. Every movement seemed magnified: the slow way Hua Cheng’s fingers pressed down on his tongue, the heat of Quan Yizhen’s hands resting on his shoulders as if silently supporting him.
"Relax, YinYu." The grip on YinYu's chin tightened slightly, tilting his head up until their gazes locked again. The intensity of Hua Cheng’s gaze pierced through him, and YinYu had to fight the urge to look away, his face flushed and his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
He obediently tried to relax his throat further, parting his lips slightly more. Hua Cheng’s fingers pushed deeper, brushing the back of his throat, and YinYu felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. He could hear the rustle of Quan Yizhen’s robes as his Shidi moved behind him, and he had to fight the embarrassment that flooded his senses. The thought that his boss was doing him this, that Quan Yizhen was watching him like this, that his Shidi was, seeing him struggle, filled him with a strange mix of vulnerability and shame.
"See, Qi Ying," Hua Cheng said, still staring at YinYu, "sometimes control comes from understanding the limits of your partner. Watch closely, and you'll learn."
Quan Yizhen nodded, his voice coming in a hushed, “Yes, Crimson Rain.”
YinYu’s cheeks burned even hotter. He could feel Quan Yizhen’s eyes on him, and the room seemed to shrink with every passing second. He couldn’t afford to break eye contact with Hua Cheng, not with that obsidian eye bearing down on him, and the intensity made his skin prickle, his stomach knotting.
YinYu closed his eyes for a moment, his breath catching as Hua Cheng moved his fingers, brushing against his tongue. A soft sound escaped him, half-choked, and he tried to focus on anything but the growing heat in the room, the heat in his own body as he struggled to stay composed. The scent of the honey incense blurred his senses; it was dizzying and made it almost impossible to think straight.
"You're doing well, Shixiong," Quan Yizhen whispered, his voice tinged with encouragement.
YinYu’s eyes snapped open, meeting Quan Yizhen’s gaze for a split second. He had expected to see pity, or perhaps amusement, but instead, his Shidi’s expression was filled with admiration, and there was a tenderness there that took YinYu by surprise. Despite everything, Quan Yizhen was here with him, fully focused on him. YinYu’s heart gave a strange jolt at the realization, the knot in his chest loosening slightly, even if his embarrassment didn’t fade.
Hua Cheng slowly withdrew his fingers, wiping them clean on a cloth, his gaze still locked onto YinYu's face. YinYu took a shaky breath, his throat feeling dry as he knelt there, uncertain of what was to come next.
"Stand up," Hua Cheng ordered, his tone still calm but with a hint of authority that made YinYu scramble to his feet immediately. His knees were wobbly, and Quan Yizhen reached out, holding him by the elbow to steady him.
Hua Cheng observed the interaction, his sharp eyes not missing a single detail.
Instead of moving to the bed, Hua Cheng changed his position on the divan, even as relaxed, his gestures deliberate, an aura of absolute control radiating from his presence. He gave a small gesture, indicating to YinYu that he should kneel again, this time in front of Quan Yizhen. YinYu obeyed, his legs trembling slightly as he positioned himself on the floor, looking up, first to his Shidi and then to Hua Cheng, who lounged back, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
“Now, Qi Ying,” Hua Cheng said, his tone soft but commanding, “tell me, how many times do you do it in a night?”
YinYu opened his mouth, wanting to protest, but the heat of embarrassment burned across his cheeks before he could say anything. Shame locked his tongue, and his gaze fell to the floor. Quan Yizhen, however, answered without hesitation.
“Two or three times, most nights,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as if it were a trivial question. “Shixiong almost always says he's busy or that now’s not the time... but he ends up asking for more in the end.”
YinYu’s blush deepened, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. He avoided Hua Cheng’s gaze, wanting to disappear from sheer embarrassment. Hua Cheng, however, looked visibly entertained, his lips curving into a smile filled with amusement as he watched YinYu.
“Then there shouldn't be any problem with the next steps,” Hua Cheng said, his voice laced with playful cruelty. “Qi Ying, stand up. YinYu, you know what to do.”
Quan Yizhen stood, glancing briefly at Hua Cheng before nodding eagerly. YinYu swallowed hard, knowing what he had to do, though it didn’t make it any easier. Moving forward, he positioned himself in front of the obvious bulge in his shidi’s trousers. Quan Yizhen was clearly excited; YinYu could see the desire clouding his eyes. He looked up timidly, first catching Hua Cheng’s dark gaze. Hua Cheng watched him, his eye deep and intense, a look that seemed to pierce through YinYu's very soul. Then, he looked at the boy, who stared back with a mix of excitement and anticipation, his pupils dilated, his breath already uneven.
YinYu swallowed again, his hands trembling as they moved to undo Yizhen’s clothes. His fingers untied the knot at Quan Yizhen’s waistband, slowly revealing his shidi’s erection. Nothing could have prepared him for the rush of heat he felt at that moment; a mix of shame and a desire he couldn’t quite name. With both hands, he grasped the hard length, noticing the slickness already at the tip. The image of Hua Cheng watching him seared into his mind, his own mouth still remembering the sensation of being filled with these fingers.
Carefully, YinYu leaned in, his tongue tentatively darting out to lick the tip, tasting the saltiness. Quan Yizhen’s fingers tangled in his hair as he let out a low moan that echoed through the room. YinYu shivered at the sound, a tremor of something like pleasure that reverberated inside him. But before he could process it, he felt a hand pushing against the back of his neck, forcing him to take more. YinYu's breath caught, his throat tightening as Hua Cheng pushed him down, making him take the length all at once.
The sensation was overwhelming like he was drowning, but he couldn't cough. Instinctively, his hands braced against Quan Yizhen’s hips, his body fighting the urge to gag while he tried to adapt. Hua Cheng kept his hand firmly on YinYu's neck, setting a steady rhythm.
“Relax your throat, YinYu,” Hua Cheng instructed, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “Don’t forget to use your tongue.”
YinYu tried his best, moving his tongue along Yizhen’s length while trying to relax his throat, each new thrust filling him completely, a mix of choking and desire that set his insides on fire. Tears began to pool at the corners of his eyes, spilling over as his own saliva escaped, wetting his lips and chin.
“Like that, that’s it... move it faster around the head,” Hua Cheng added, the pressure on YinYu's neck easing just enough to give him a bit of space, but never enough to free him. Yizhen’s voice was rough with uneven gasps.
“Shixiong... Shixiong, this is... you feel so good,” Quan Yizhen panted, his hips pushing forward, seeking more. YinYu could feel his jaw beginning to ache, but also the heat in his belly, a heat that made him ache as well, his own erection hard and neglected while he focused on what Hua Cheng had set him to do.
“Relax your throat. Almost there,” Hua Cheng said, his tone unbothered. YinYu tried to obey, breathing slowly through his nose, tears streaming down his face as the pace quickened. And then he felt it, the hot liquid filling his throat as Yizhen came inside his mouth. The surprise made him cough as he pulled back, swallowing quickly to avoid choking.
“Ah, Shixiong! are you okay? I’m sorry.” Quan Yizhen dropped down immediately, holding YinYu’s face in his hands, clumsily wiping away some of his tears, his touch rough but filled with concern. His Shidi also brushed back a few strands of hair stuck to YinYu’s forehead, his breathing still ragged, his face flushed.
YinYu nodded slowly, his throat burning but his eyes lifting to meet Hua Cheng’s once again. Hua Cheng watched him, his expression inscrutable, but there was something in his gaze, a glimmer of approval that sent a shiver down YinYu’s spine. And despite everything, in that moment, YinYu couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, as if he had accomplished something important, something he hadn’t even known he needed.
YinYu barely had time to draw a proper breath before Hua Cheng spoke again.
“And you,” he said calmly, eyes flicking toward Quan Yizhen, “how do you usually prepare him?”
YinYu felt his stomach drop.
Quan Yizhen hesitated, clearly thinking, then answered with the same blunt honesty he always had. “I—well. I use an oil Shi Xiong has and insert two fingers but he usually complains at first, then he doesn’t.” He leaned in, pressing a quick, clumsy kiss to YinYu’s cheek, then his jaw. “And then I think… it should be fine?”
There was a pause.
Hua Cheng’s expression hardened with unmistakable displeasure. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow against his knee.
“…There is much more to improve,” he murmured.
The words alone made YinYu’s skin prickle.
“Up,” Hua Cheng ordered softly. “On the divan.”
YinYu obeyed instantly, before his mind could catch up with his body. His legs were still trembling, his throat sore, his thoughts scattered and hazy, but he moved anyway. He climbed onto the divan, hands pressing into the cushions as Hua Cheng caught him by the waist and pulled him into position with effortless strength.
In seconds, YinYu found himself stretched out horizontally between them, his back against the divan, his body between Hua Cheng’s lap and Quan Yizhen hovering too close behind . He felt displayed, arranged exactly as Hua Cheng wanted him to be.
Before YinYu could process that thought, Hua Cheng made a brief, subtle gesture in the air.
A moment later, there was movement behind the red curtains.
YinYu’s breath caught.
Xie Lian stepped out quietly, a small vial held in both hands. He looked just as flustered as YinYu felt, his cheeks pink, his gaze hesitant, posture polite to the point of stiffness.
The knowledge that His Highness had been there the entire time, watching him, hearing him coming apart, made YinYu’s face burn. His embarrassment deepened into something more confusing.
Hua Cheng reached out and took the vial, his fingers brushing Xie Lian’s briefly.
“Always so attentive, gege,” Hua Cheng whispered, just loud enough for YinYu to hear. “Are you enjoying this?”
Xie Lian smiled faintly, visibly mortified, and looked away without answering.
Hua Cheng opened the vial and coated his fingers with its contents before handing it to Yizhen. YinYu could barely follow the exchange, his awareness fractured between the scent in the air, the warmth of the divan beneath him, and the way Yizhen’s attention had sharpened completely under Hua Cheng’s gaze.
Quan Yizhen leaned in, kissing YinYu’s neck, then his jaw, rough, eager, unfocused. Fingers fumbled with the remaining layers of YinYu’s clothing until there was nothing left to hide behind.
YinYu sucked in a breath as cool air met overheated skin. He was bare, his hip up.
He realized belatedly how close his face was to Hua Cheng’s groin, the heat it irradiated, and how easily he could feel the presence behind him without even turning his head. The awareness alone sent a shudder through him.
“Watch carefully,” Hua Cheng said to Yizhen. “You must make sure he is fully relaxed before proceeding.”
Hua Cheng’s hand settled firmly at YinYu’s hip, fingers spreading his buttcheek, guiding him open further. YinYu froze.
He couldn’t believe it, not really. Hua Cheng, flawless and untouchable, handling him so deliberately, so personally, even if it was for instruction. The thought alone made YinYu’s chest tighten.
Quan Yizhen tried to follow the directions, he inserted one finger and then another too closely, moving them, passing close to his sweet spot but not quite reaching it. Impatience got the better of him. His movements were too abrupt, too eager. YinYu’s body reacted immediately, a sharp inhale escaping him before he could stop it.
Hua Cheng clicked his tongue softly.
“No,” he said. “Like this.”
YinYu’s thoughts dissolved as Hua Cheng intervened. He inserted two fingers, they were slightly less thick than Yizhen’s but longer, moving gracefully, carefully, and quickly turned to his sweet spot. Yinyu couldn’t help but let out a sharp, shamedull moan. When Hua Cheng instructed Yizhen to follow, YinYu could only cling to the divan as sensation layered upon sensation, four fingers, too much, too deep, his body caught between them with nowhere to retreat.
Xie Lian stepped closer, strong hands holding YinYu’s legs open when instinct made him try to close them. Xie Lian’s chin rested briefly near YinYu’s shoulder, his voice low and gentle, impossibly close to his ear.
“You’re doing very well, Your Highness YinYu,” Xie Lian murmured. “Just a little more.”
YinYu’s vision blurred. Breath breaking as sensation piled upon sensation.
Then, just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, Hua Cheng spoke.
“Enough preparation,” he said calmly. “He’s ready.”
Everything stopped.
The fingers withdrew, leaving behind a sharp, aching emptiness that made YinYu gasp. It lasted only a heartbeat before he felt it, the wet, heated pressure of Yizhen’s tip pressing against him, undeniable and overwhelming.
Yizhen entered him, began to move and immediately, Hua Cheng’s voice followed, steady and precise, guiding every motion.
“Slower,” Hua Cheng instructed. “Hit that spot, let him feel it, but not quite reach the overstimulation, not yet. He likes control taken from him, he always has.”
The words hit YinYu harder than the sensation itself.
Quan Yizhen started moving just as Hua Cheng instructed. After a while of feeling at the edge, Hua Cheng instructed him again, “Go harder, he likes it rought at the end.”
It felt as though Hua Cheng wasn’t speaking to Yizhen at all, but directly to him, exposing truths YinYu had never dared to voice. Each instruction was uncomfortably accurate, describing preferences YinYu had never consciously admitted, yet felt carved into him all the same.
His boss had read him like an open book and Yizhen followed the instructions, at which point Yinyu couldn't take so much overstimulation and started crying.
The mix of Yizhen’s uneven breaths, Hua Cheng’s deep voice issuing calm instructions, and the relentless intensity of it all dragged him past the edge of what he could endure. His body shook, overwhelmed, tears slipping free despite himself.
“Shixiong—?” Yizhen faltered, panic creeping into his voice. “Is he okay?”
Hua Cheng lifted YinYu’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. YinYu swore he saw it then, a faint, satisfied curve to Hua Cheng’s lips.
“He’s more than fine,” Hua Cheng said smoothly, caressing his chin. Eye never leaving YinYu’s face.
And YinYu, trembling and exposed and aching in ways he couldn’t begin to untangle, knew—terrifyingly—that Hua Cheng was right.
“Don’t neglect him,” Hua Cheng added coolly. “Touch him in the front as well.”
Quan Yizhen took Yinyu’s length in his hand. His erection had been ignored for so long that it was oversensitive. Quan Yizhen quickly tightened his grip as he thrust, the sound of skin slapping and the feeling of being controlled, watched, and even humiliated pushed him to the edge. Finally, his orgasm came, looking at Hua Cheng through tears, while Hua Cheng looked at him intensely, as if analyzing, as if memorizing every moan and sob. Still holding his chin.
At the same time, YinYu felt the boy tense and finish as well. Yizhen didn’t last long, breath hitching as he whispered “Shixiong” over and over, voice raw and undone.
Warmth spread inside YinYu, his legs finally giving out beneath him.
Xie Lian released him and stepped forward at once, steadying him gently. He brushed damp hair away from YinYu’s forehead, his expression soft, less embarrassed now, almost reassuring.
“You did very well, Your Highness YinYu,” Xie Lian said quietly.
YinYu could only nod weakly, his body still trembling as the weight of everything settled over him.
YinYu barely had time to steady his breathing when Hua Cheng shifted behind him.
He noticed it first in the subtle change of weight, then in the way Hua Cheng’s chin came to rest briefly atop Xie Lian’s head as he drew him closer. With practiced ease, Hua Cheng pulled Xie Lian fully onto his lap, one arm firm around his waist. Xie Lian let out a soft, startled sound, fingers curling into Hua Cheng’s robes as if by instinct.
For a fleeting moment, Hua Cheng’s gaze lifted.
It met YinYu’s.
There was no attempt to hide it, no modesty, no restraint. Hua Cheng was unmistakably aroused, his erection pretty much visible thorugh his night garments. His expression was calm, satisfied, as though everything that had transpired had unfolded exactly as he intended. The certainty in that gaze made YinYu’s stomach twist.
“That’s enough,” Hua Cheng said evenly. “I’ve taught you everything you need.”
His eye lingered on YinYu for a heartbeat longer.
“I don’t want to hear that you’re doing it wrong again or not pleasing him correctly.”
Before YinYu could fully process the weight of those words, Hua Cheng stood, lifting Xie Lian effortlessly into his arms. Xie Lian gasped softly, one hand clutching at Hua Cheng’s collar as he was carried toward the bed hidden behind the crimson curtains.
The fabric fell closed.
Almost immediately, the space filled with the sound of kisses —slow, indulgent— and Xie Lian’s breathless laughter dissolving into quiet, helpless sounds. Then Hua Cheng’s voice followed, low and intimate, carrying just far enough to reach them.
“Gege,” he murmured, unmistakably amused. “Did you enjoy experiencing voyeurism?”
Heat crawled up YinYu’s spine, settling uncomfortably low.
“Qi Ying,” Hua Cheng added, raising his voice just enough to cut through the haze. “If you don’t take him and leave now, you’ll regret it. And don’t forget the last step, it’s important.”
YinYu frowned faintly, exhaustion weighing heavy on his thoughts. He didn’t understand what Hua Cheng meant, not fully, but his body felt too spent to question it.
Quan Yizhen didn’t hesitate.
He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to YinYu’s lips, clumsy and earnest before lifting him into his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Shixiong,” Yizhen asked quietly, the edge of worry softening his voice. “How do you feel?”
YinYu rested his forehead against Yizhen’s shoulder, breathing him in. His body ached, his thoughts were tangled, but beneath it all lingered a warmth he couldn’t deny.
“It was…” He hesitated, then allowed himself a small, honest smile as he cupped one of the boy’s cheeks, caressing it. “It was good. You did very well.”
Quan Yizhen’s face brightened instantly.
As they left the room, the sounds behind the curtains faded into murmurs and soft laughter. Yizhen adjusted his hold and spoke again, a hint of pride in his voice.
“The last step is taking care of your lover,” he said. “That’s what Crimson Rain told me.”
He carried YinYu toward the bathing chambers of the mansion, already talking about hot water and letting his body relax.
By the time they reached the baths, exhaustion finally claimed him. YinYu closed his eyes, trusting Yizhen’s hold completely.
He didn’t know if something like this would ever happen again. He didn’t know how he would face his bosses after tonight, or if he would ever be able to look at Hua Cheng the same way.
But he had glimpsed something he hadn’t known existed before.
A side of intimacy —his own, and theirs— unrestrained, overwhelming, addictive. Sweet as the honey scent that lingered on his skin.
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Hua Cheng, the whole "lesson"
