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Since the foundation of the Jing Dynasty, Emperor Chunseng has managed the land of Qudu into peace.
More or less, at least.
Still, skirmishes at the border of Libei cannot be avoided at times. The Prince of Libei, Xiao Jiming, is usually enough to manage these matters and put these minor battles to rest, but ever since his injury, he’s never been able to fully recover back to his peak health.
Step in Xiao Chiye, much to both his own and Shen Zechuan’s displeasure.
Ce’an was still Libei’s finest warrior, the strongest wolf pup; though Lanzhou is the only one who dares to still call him a pup now.
With Ce’an’s departure many months ago, Lanzhou has managed the country alone in the capital; his advisors assisting with the work. Even with his most trusted friends around, Ce’an’s absence is sorely apparent to Lanzhou. Especially at night, when he most misses his lover.
He still keeps Ce’an’s handkerchief in his robe sleeves or tucked away carefully against his chest for when he can have a moment to himself to press his nose to the fabric. It no longer holds Ce’an’s scent, which will have Lanzhou going to Ce’an’s clothes in their shared bed chamber at night, somewhat desperately pressing clothing to his nose for a whiff of his favorite scent as he yearns for his other half.
They were both aware that their life had to be like this at times; and really, it wasn’t often bad. Ce’an could afford to be at Lanzhou’s side, what with new trustworthy military generals appointed across the land to hold the peace. But again, his presence alone on the battlefield is enough to change how their adversaries act, hence the necessity of sometimes having to be away from his Lanzhou.
Ce’an’s homecoming is meant to be in three days’ time, according to Chen Yang’s last letter. Lanzhou finds himself counting the hours until his husband is back at his side.
“Your Majesty! The Wolf of Libei has-” is all Lanzhou hears as announcement from where he sits on the throne before he hears a slight commotion in the front of the hall.
He and all the attendants present turn their attention to where Xiao Chiye strides in, still in the light armor he and the Armored Cavalry wore for travel.
“This humble subject has returned and would like to report to His Royal Majesty that the excursion to Libei’s border has been successful,” is all Ce’an says as he walks to the middle of the hall, kneeling immediately in front of the throne.
It would’ve been proper for a missive of sorts to have been sent before his arrival, and to have a court minister announce his and the Armored Cavalry’s return, never mind his entrance into the main hall, but… No one dares to stop Xiao Chiye and his desires. Everyone is aware of his and the emperor’s relationship.
Shen Lanzhou, for what it’s worth, does not seem to be visibly shaken by Ce’an’s abrupt arrival, his expression as neutral as ever in public, aside from his eyes seeming to redden just a hint at the corners. One could easily say it was from exhaustion of the long day he’s spent talking about political reform and grain distribution for the coming winter.
“Rise, We are pleased to hear that peace is upheld in Our lands,” Lanzhou speaks, voice soft but holding a certain power behind it.
For all his hesitance about becoming emperor, no one seems more well suited for the throne than he is.
Ce’an rises, fixing Lanzhou with a proper stare. His aura floods the hall, and the ministers can’t help but look away, though nothing private is happening. Xiao Chiye just has a way of being utterly imposing; the only person on earth to be unaffected being Shen Zechuan.
He gives a nod before residing at his appointed spot amongst those in the hall, quiet and such, though the ministers are hesitant to keep speaking. Everyone is aware that Xiao Chiye has been away for months, and had the emperor not been bogged down with official duties that needed his attention in the capital, he would have gone to Libei with him. And while others may have their own ideas about the relationship between them, they have enough thought to wrap up this discussion quickly.
It’s only a blessed incense time before everything is wrapped up entirely, ministers and scholars alike citing that there should’ve been a feast to welcome Xiao Chiye and the Armored Cavalry back, not political talks; that the discussion they held before Xiao Chiye’s arrival can wait for the morning light. It’s late, after all, wouldn’t the emperor like to retire for the evening?
Which is how Lanzhou finally finds himself alone with Ce’an, standing in their bed chamber.
“The Armored Cavalry will enter Qudu in two days’ time. They've made haste to try and catch up to me,” Ce’an starts with a slight smile, amusement in his eyes as he looks at his beloved in front of him, “I might’ve ridden Snowcrest like a madman. But, in my defense, how could I be so close to my wife and not rush to see him?” He quirked a brow.
Lanzhou is quiet for a moment before he reaches out to undo the armor on Ce’an’s body. His movements are meticulous as he unfastens straps and undoes buckles, shedding layer upon layer to get his husband down to his innerwear.
“Two days is far too long a wait,” he finally speaks, setting Ce’an’s armband atop the discarded armor, flashing a small smile to the other.
It’s now Ce’an’s turn to step up to Lanzhou, his hands, though large and accustomed to battle, are gentle as they remove the fanciful emperor’s robes off of Lanzhou’s slim frame. It’s almost a shame to see such opulence removed; the gold thread designs and deep maroon silk are utterly beautiful against Lanzhou’s skin. Plus, he’s aware that Lanzhou likes the feel of the fine fabric while he wears it. He leaves Lanzhou in his thin inner robes.
Lanzhou’s crown is carefully unfastened from his hair, then perched on his robes.
“I do believe the bath is warmed now. Shall we go?” Ce’an hums, reaching a hand out for Lanzhou’s.
They walk hand in hand to the bathing chamber, steam rising up from the warmed water. There are fine oils and delicately scented soaps sitting at the side. The chamber is notably empty of any servants.
Lanzhou was never fond of being constantly doted on, feeling like he had multiple shadows following him around. But propriety had him giving in to having a eunuch or maid following him as needed. With Ce’an’s arrival back at the palace, though, all the help has made themselves scant once their tasks were done.
They fully strip down, and Ce’an is the first in the water, finding a place to sit and letting out a pleased and long groan, head thrown back against the tile of the large bathing pool, eyes closing. The hastened ride had taken a toll on him for sure; he seemed to be quite tired.
Still, Lanzhou can’t help but feel that something is a bit off. Which prompts his next question.
“Is my husband upset with me?”
He steps into the water, standing by Ce’an’s side, peach blossom eyes looking especially alluring in the soft candlelight and mist of the room.
“What is my wife talking about?” Ce’an’s eyes open as he takes in Lanzhou’s appearance in front of him. His eyes aren’t at all shy as they roam over the other’s body.
Lanzhou just quirks an eyebrow at him before going to sit in Ce’an’s lap, straddling him shamelessly. He stares at the other’s face, squinting a bit. Both of them hadn’t even bothered taking their hair down fully before stepping into the bath.
“My wife might be the one that’s displeased,” Ce’an laughs softly as his hands settle on Lanzhou’s waist, though any other movement is notably absent. “Come, let me wash you properly, perhaps you’ll be less displeased after your husband serves you?”
Lanzhou almost huffs at that. He tries not to pout, but he might really be failing at the moment, considering…
Why hasn’t Ce’an made a move yet?
Xiao Chiye is a lot of things; valiant, strong, loyal, smart… Insatiable. So why is it that he seems almost uninterested in even giving Lanzhou a kiss?
As if he can read Lanzhou’s mind, he drops a chaste kiss on the other’s lips, laughing a bit as he reaches for soap and a rag, lathering it together before starting to rub on the other’s body, starting with his arms and shoulders. His touch is gentle, soothing. It does little to remove the pout on Lanzhou’s lips, though.
Ce’an has an amused tilt on his lips as he continues his actions, the warm water mixed with his rubbing with the washcloth leaving Lanzhou’s skin a pretty pink color.
“You know, I might start to believe you’ve really got yourself another wife out there,” Lanzhou finally huffs; even if Ce’an’s gentle washing of his body did feel good, it certainly wasn’t enough to distract him from what he actually wanted tonight.
“Oh, so my royal wife is quite upset with me, though I rushed all the way here for him… I thought I was doing well in treating him with a good bath, no? Is this the thanks I get for my thoroughly well done job at the border? I should’ve had Chen Yang write a missive of my feats, perhaps..” Ce’an drawls, almost looking hurt at Lanzhou’s words.
“Xiao Chiye, if you don’t fu-” Lanzhou starts, meaning to scold the other.
“Won’t His Royal Majesty award this humble servant for his meritorious deeds?” Ce’an cuts him off, his hands stilling where they had been rubbing against Lanzhou’s back.
Shen Zechuan is left momentarily speechless, staring at his husband through the bath’s mist, noting Ce’an’s serious expression.
“How would you like to be awarded by Us?” He swallows roughly.
“This lowly servant wouldn’t dare be presumptuous… But even one night with His Royal Majesty… I could make it worth your while,” he says earnestly.
This is new, Lanzhou thinks. Ce’an has used his royal title in bed before, sure; he likes to see the way it makes Lanzhou squirm, embarrassed at the incessant teasing. Though he’s never prompted it in this way before.
“One night, hm?” He pretends to think about it as he places one hand on Ce’an’s chest, lightly rubbing a thumb on the sunkissed skin. Though he’s always maintained his figure, Lanzhou thinks his muscles are extra defined tonight.
“We will permit you one night with Us, though it best be worth it… You’re usually thorough in the work you do for us, so… We hope not to be disappointed,” he speaks, already feeling distracted with the fact that Ce’an’s hands on his back had started moving again already, dipping to his waist, fingers skimming over his back dimples.
It’s like a switch is finally flipped. Ce’an brings Lanzhou properly close, his hands gripping at his waist, the washcloth long forgotten.
“This humble servant will do his best to please His Majesty and prove his worth,” is all he says before he presses their lips in a long-awaited, proper kiss.
The kiss is instantly frantic, Lanzhou’s arms wrapping around Ce’an’s broad shoulders as Ce’an’s own hands rub up and down his lower back, sneakily already moving to grab at Lanzhou’s ass, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh.
For months now, Lanzhou has only had letters from Ce’an as company. There have been times when he dared to pleasure himself to the thought and memory of his beloved, but no matter the way he went about it, everything felt so utterly disappointing. It all paled into comparison to the real thing. The scalding heat of Ce’an’s body against his, a fervent hunger so apparent under his skin.
He has no idea how Ce’an had been acting so put together and aloof just moments ago, because he can already feel the press of Ce’an’s erect cock between them as he just barely starts to move his hips.
Ce’an bites at Lanzhou’s bottom lip, sharp canines daring to almost draw blood. He does elicit a soft gasp and moan from Lanzhou, the other’s hips stuttering for a moment before he can go back to rutting down against him again.
Lanzhou is also becoming hard as they continue to kiss, wet sounds coming from their lips, the water around them starting to stir as Lanzhou properly gets on his knees, kneeling above Ce’an, breaking the kiss for a breath. The air is so heavy from the warm mist that he gasps weakly for breath, holding onto Ce’an’s shoulders for a moment.
It’s almost aggravating how put together Ce’an manages to be, still. He can feel the apparent flush on his own face; he’s never been able to hide how his husband makes him feel.
“Oh my, was I being too rough, Your Highness?” Ce’an asks, a hand squeezing one of Lanzhou’s cheeks again. He leans his head in, letting his chin lightly brush at Lanzhou’s chest as he watches the other.
Lanzhou’s eyes are reddened at the corners.
“Let me give Your Highness a moment to catch your breath,” Ce’an continues.
That’s the only warning Lanzhou gets before Ce’an’s mouth presses against one of his nipples, wrapping around the erect bud instantly. Ce’an laps at the skin, his tongue swiveling around the bud, his other hand going to press down on the nipple his mouth doesn’t currently occupy.
Lanzhou almost falls back down into Ce’an’s lap at that, a strangled moan slipping from his lips as he chokes on his inhale. He’s always been sensitive, and Ce’an has always known exactly where to touch him, but it seems that the months apart have made him even more so…
Ce’an moves his mouth away from the nipple only when he feels satisfied in knowing that he’s made this one bud puffy, biting just above it, before he’s moving his head to the other side. He repeats his actions here, having moved his arm to hold at Lanzhou’s waist to keep him both upright and against him as Lanzhou’s started to squirm in earnest now.
“There we go. Beautiful,” Ce’an proclaims as he pulls back, a smug look on his face as he leans back to take in the sight of Lanzhou’s now pinkened and puffy nipples, the flush that had already been on his body taking on a deeper pink on his chest and cheeks.
“Ce’an-” Lanzhou starts in a soft mewling sound.
“Your Majesty need not strain yourself,” Ce’an says, moving to stand up from the bath. He had barely washed the other, and hadn’t even washed himself, but frankly, there were much more important things to focus on right now.
He lifts Lanzhou with ease, stepping out of the bath carefully, the other’s legs wrapping tight around his waist.
He loves how pliant his beloved can be.
The trip to their bed chamber is quick. Lanzhou is laid back against silken sheets, water droplets still clinging to his skin. Ce’an stands before him, just taking in the sight of his wife seemingly already wrecked, though they’ve yet to do much.
He already knows that Lanzhou means to urge him on again, ever impatient. He takes initiative, though, to kneel at their bedside, dragging Lanzhou’s body towards the edge. He hears a questioning sound from the other, though there’s no resistance on Lanzhou’s part at being moved.
“I just mean to prove to His Royal Highness that all parts of this humble servant are useful,” Ce’an hums as he parts Lanzhou’s legs, taking a moment to just rub at Lanzhou’s thighs, revelling in the way goosebumps rise at his touch. He leans down to press his lips to Lanzhou’s inner thigh, notably ignoring his erect cock just a few inches away.
Ever since the shaving incident, and Lanzhou had noticed how Ce’an had marveled at his shaved skin, he sometimes repeats it- makes himself bare for his husband. Not that he had known that Ce’an would be back early, but can he really be blamed for wanting to make himself as tantalizing for his husband as possible? Leaning on his arms to catch a look at Ce’an between his legs, he can see the exact moment his lover takes notice of his shaven skin.
Ce’an moves his hands underneath Lanzhou’s thighs, trailing kisses on the skin that passes by his mouth as he lifts the other’s legs over his shoulders, setting them there securely.
He sucks and bites at the sensitive skin, feeling a slight tremble from the other’s thighs as he gets closer to his crotch and his hole. There’s no preamble before he dips his mouth lower, kissing right over Lanzhou’s hole. There’s not even a pause before he licks a stripe up from his hole up to his balls, then his cock, going right to the tip.
He dips his head again, going back to the puckering hole in front of him. His tongue laps at the skin hungrily, trying to ease the muscle there, pressing just the tip in when he can. His hands find purchase over Lanzhou’s thighs, a tight grip there to keep the other in place.
In the midst of his actions, Lanzhou is a whining mess, his elbows having given up on him so that he’s lying flat on his back again. He stares up at the ceiling of the bed chamber, his eyes seemingly already watering at his husband’s insistent actions. Though his actions seem to be insistent, Ce’am himself seems to be in no rush to get anything more going.
Lanzhou means to complain, though, again, his complaint is stopped before it can even come out of his mouth. He feels a fingertip prod at his hole before it’s gently pushed in, stopping at the first knuckle. Ce’an’s mouth hasn’t stopped in the meantime, his tongue working around his finger. Lanzhou is pent up enough that he doesn’t think it would even register as pain if Ce’an weren’t to be so careful with his preparation tonight.
Ce’an pushes the finger in fully after a short time, thrusting it in and out as he continues his ministrations with his mouth. One finger soon becomes two, and Lanzhou is back to writhing, Ce’an’s fingers seemingly missing that all important bundle of nerves inside him.
Three fingers are finally in him when he moans out loud, unable to help it now. Ce’an is thrusting his fingers in earnest, moving his mouth away when he deems the area wet enough. Or maybe it’s just because he wished to watch Lanzhou’s reaction, looking very much a man starved as he trails kisses over Lanzhou’s crotch and hip area.
“Does His Royal Majesty like it?” he hums, dropping kisses to Lanzhou’s cock. Poor thing, leaking against his tummy, the tip red.
“Ce’an, if you don’t hurry,” Lanzhou finally speaks, teary eyes making contact with the other. It’s a poor excuse of a threat.
Ce’an hummed again, dropping a kittenish kiss to the crown of Lanzhou’s cock before he’s standing, removing his fingers from Lanzhou’s hole. It flutters around empty air, spasming for a second. He almost wishes he could watch, though he’s already reaching for the vial of oil they keep at their bedside.
“You’ve been touching yourself,” he comments noncommittally, removing the stopper from the vial that was now much less filled than he last remembers it.
“Huh?” Lanzhou responds, his brain a bit slow for obvious reasons. Plus, he has to keep up with the fact that Ce’an seems to have finally dropped the royal epithet.
“Did you miss your husband so, hm? Your Highness?” Ce’an is right back at it as he drizzles oil onto his cock, giving himself a few strokes. He’s impossibly hard. Throbbing, even.
“Were your fingers enough? I can’t imagine that the royal emperor must’ve had to work so hard to please himself…” He continues as he lines himself up to Lanzhou’s hole, though he still doesn’t press in.
Lanzhou is sure he looks desperate. He is desperate. His legs are splayed open and he’s about to beg.
“A shame Your Highness had to experience that. This humble servant will make up for it,” Ce’an says before he’s pushing in.
Ce’an is big. Lanzhou already knows this as a fact. The first time they had sex, as long ago as that is, Lanzhou still remembers how he had almost cried from the pain. He had also had to protect his pride stubbornly back then, and he had refused to give into Ce’an dirty whispers; asking about his size, asking if Lanzhou could handle it. Now, though he’s taken his husband’s cock many times and has even been prepped thoroughly tonight, it’s still a stretch for him.
The high sounding whine that comes from his throat should’ve been expected.
Despite the stretch, Lanzhou’s thighs clenched around Ce’an’s waist, keeping the other locked in the circle of his legs. Ce’an complied easily, of course, pushing in slowly as he settled one hand to hold at Lanzhou’s hip.
When Ce’an finally sinks himself to his hilt, he lets out a shuddering groan. His eyes traverse Lanzhou’s body laid in front of him, drinking in the way Lanzhou gasps and shudders, squirming a bit as he adjusts to the feeling of being filled in this way.
Ce’an gives his beloved a moment before thrusting in and out slightly, reveling at the tightness surrounding him. When all he receives as a response to his action is Lanzhou moaning softly, he knows he’s in the clear to start moving properly.
Despite his earlier restraint, Ce’an’s thrusts quickly go from shallow to deep and powerful. The sound of skin slapping skin rings out in the bed chamber, each thrust shoving Lanzhou up the bed slightly, though he easily brings him back to the edge. It’s addictive, watching as Lanzhou desperately grabs at the sheets, moans and whines filling the air in a melody Ce’an wishes to listen to eternally.
“Ce’an- A-ye,” Lanzhou gasps out, his arms going up to motion for the other, “My husband,” his tone is almost akin to pitiful begging.
Who is Xiao Chiye to deny his wife anything?
He shifts their position, pushing Lanzhou towards the middle of the bed so he can kneel on it. After settling Lanzhou’s legs across his own thighs, he can lean over the other, fulfilling Lanzhou’s request to be in his space. All the while, he keeps his hips moving, even if the thrusts are shorter, he dares not stop.
He presses down to connect their lips; the kiss is more teeth than a proper kiss, but Ce’an still revels in the feeling. Lanzhou’s blunt nails dig into the skin of his back, surely leaving angry marks in their wake as he rakes them down when Ce’an thrusts particularly hard.
A sheen of sweat lightly coats each of their bodies. Ce’an breaks the kiss for a breath only to find Lanzhou’s hands desperately pushing his head close again. At first, he thinks it must be for another kiss, but he finds that Lanzhou just presses his head down close to his own. Close enough that Lanzhou can turn his nose to his cheek, then towards his jaw, then his neck. It almost seems that he’s sniffing at him.
Not at all far from the truth, Lanzhou does inhale Ce’an’s scent. Though they were in the bath together, they hadn’t actually washed up much. Some of Ce’an’s natural musk still clung to his skin, along with the sweat they were working up now; the smell made Lanzhou’s head spin pleasantly, and he found himself clenching without even meaning to. He had missed his scent so much.
“Fuck, Lanzhou,” Ce’an grits into Lanzhou’s ear, his thrusts going from hard to brutal. He plants a kiss to the other’s jaw before he’s pulling away to kneel again, taking Lanzhou’s legs into his hands and all but folding him in half as he pushes them towards Lanzhou’s torso.
The sight of Shen Zechuan like this, knees almost touching the sheets, hole stretched around his cock, his own cock neglected and weeping against his stomach almost makes Ce’an cum on the spot.
He hooks Lanzhou’s legs with his arms so he can bend down while still keeping him spread, taking Lanzhou’s lips into a scalding kiss. Lanzhou pants into the kiss, his earlier moans going up a notch in desperation.
“Right here?” he asked between kisses, angling his hips just so.
Lanzhou cries out in pleasure as his prostate is firmly hit. His whole body seizes, and though he doesn’t mean for it to, his orgasm crashes into him like a wave from nowhere. Ribbons of cum paint his stomach as his muscles spasm, coming undone without even having to touch himself; he clenches impossibly tight around Ce’an’s cock.
It only takes two more thrusts for Ce’an to follow Lanzhou’s orgasm. He groans the other’s name loud as he buries himself in his hole, filling him to the brim with his spend.
It takes a few moments of shaky breaths before Ce’an pulls back slightly from where their faces had come side by side, to take in Lanzhou’s state. He eases the other’s legs to straighten a bit, noting the mess on his stomach and even on his chest, then going to his face where euphoria has morphed Lanzhou’s delicate features.
“Crying, my love?” Ce’an notes, taking one thumb to wipe at the tears that have pooled at Lanzhou’s eyes. He can feel his heart truly itch at this; especially when Lanzhou opens his beautiful eyes, reddened around the edges, glistening with unshed tears that spill when he blinks.
Ce’an doesn’t give it much thought as he leans back down, licking a stripe following the tear path on Lanzhou’s cheek.
“Your husband isn’t quite done,” he murmurs in Lanzhou’s ear, moving his hips slightly, feeling the drag of his still hard cock in a now much more slick hole.
He sits up on his knees again, taking in the wrecked site of Lanzhou laid out before him. He easily repositions both of Lanzhou’s legs to one side, twisting the other’s body at his waist without having to even pull out.
“Ce’an, wait,” Lanzhou starts, still terribly teary eyed as he tries and fails to move his body on his own accord. Not that that’s ever been effective against Xiao Chiye before.
Before he can get any other protests out, Ce’an is already starting to thrust into him again, holding his legs down to the side.
Lanzhou really does cry out now, feeling sensitive from his orgasm. “W-wait-” he begs, which he knows will only spur his husband on. He can’t even think of any other protests with how full he feels. And truth be told, he’s loath to part with his husband just yet, too.
Ce’an leans down again, lips wrapping around one already sensitive nipple. The shock of sensation goes through Lanzhou’s whole body, his head getting thrown back against the bedding as he moans again, louder with overstimulation.
“I know my wife.. Surely he also isn’t done?” Ce’an speaks after landing another bite on Lanzhou’s pec, smoothing his tongue over the skin after to soothe the sting. “See how your hole won’t let me go, even after I’ve filled it? So greedy… My Lanzhou, you aren’t done are you?” he coos, thrusting deep yet again.
Lanzhou hiccups a bit, tears falling once again as he tries his best to respond. It feels good, almost to the point of too good. He wraps an arm over Ce’an’s broad shoulders just to have something to hold on to and to keep his body twisted in this position. Ce’an’s sweat makes Lanzhou’s grip slip a bit, to which he digs his nails into his husband’s flesh. He’s met with another sharp bite to his pec.
“I’m not- not-” Lanzhou starts. He means to say not done, but Ce’an shifts his hips just a bit, and Lanzhou can’t help the way his tears fall freely now. “Er-lang,” he cries pitifully, the position making it hard for him to move at all, spasming uselessly around the other’s cock.
“Oh? Is it this position that displeases my wife so?” Ce’an asks between rough pants, planting one more kiss on Lanzhou’s chest before he’s shifting again.
“How about like this?” He asked, pulling out momentarily as he pushed Lanzhou fully onto his side. Lanzhou almost sobs at the loss of contact, caught between relief for his hole and the greedy desire to be filled so full that he can no longer think.
“There, there. Would I not be a poor excuse of a husband if I were to leave my wife like this?” Ce’an asked as he laid down behind Lanzhou, first gathering the other’s loose hair to move out of the way, before lining their bodies up, Lanzhou’s back to his chest. He forces one arm under Lanzhou’s body so he can have a proper hold of him, ensuring that he won’t be able to wiggle away at any point.
He uses his free hand to tilt Lanzhou’s face towards his, kissing at the fresh tears before he trails his lips to his lover’s jaw, then to his ear, suckling on the jade earring there. “My Lanzhou… Oh, my Lanzhou,” he whispers between kisses, finally dragging his hand down the other’s chest, through the mess of cum on Lanzhou’s torso, down to hitch the other’s leg up so he can line himself up again. “We shouldn’t waste this, should we?” He murmured, feeling his own cum already spilling out of Lanzhou’s hole as he nudged his tip at his entrance as if to force the spilled seed back in.
He grips onto Lanzhou’s thigh, hoisting his leg up before he pushes in fully again in one swift movement. He’s awarded with a loud cry from Lanzhou in his arms.
Ce’an sets a quick pace, hips pistoning in this new position. Ruthless, he pairs these thrusts with kisses pressed to Lanzhou’s nape. That nape that had tantalized him all those years ago, still as bewitching as ever. Pristine white jade easily becomes marred red with love bites as Ce’an’s mouth nips and sucks on the skin, earning him more moans from the other.
Lanzhou’s own moans are cut off by a sharp gasp in the next moment. “Ce’an-! No- no, please,” he struggles in the other’s hold when Ce’an’s arm underneath him shifts, his hand coming to rub at Lanzhou’s half hard cock.
He had never been able to keep up with how his husband managed to quickly recover between rounds.
Despite Lanzhou’s pleas, Ce’an doesn’t falter in the slightest. He closes his fist around Lanzhou’s cock, jerking him off in tandem with his fast paced thrusts. And despite the overstimulation, Lanzhou’s cock spurts out precum at the touch, making the slick glide of Ce’an’s hand even smoother.
Lanzhou is really starting to lose himself at this point. His cries, whines and moans are all starting to blur together. He’s sure that he’s calling his husband’s name, but he doesn’t know if it’s intelligible anymore.
Ce’an is also quite sensitive from his first orgasm. Still, he chases after that blindingly delicious sensation, working his hips, mouth and hand all together to bring his wife with him on this euphoric journey. Aside from the smack of his hips to Lanzhou’s ass, there’s a squelching sound from Lanzhou’s wet hole filling the room as well. All this, plus the way Lanzhou helplessly cries for him makes Ce’an chase for his second orgasm without abandon. Maybe he really is a wild wolf of Libei. He feels crazed like an animal right now.
“Right there, mm? Come, Lanzhou, won’t you join your husband? I only ask for this one thing,” he whispers hotly into the other’s ear, his pacing starting to go a bit awry. He was utterly close but still determined to bring Lanzhou to another orgasm too.
For what it’s worth, Lanzhou tries to give a sound of compliance— he loves to fulfill his husband’s wishes. He’ll try, even if he feels like he’s unraveling at the edges.
This time, it’s Ce’an who reaches his orgasm first. He moans Lanzhou’s name loud before clamping down a rough bite on his nape, his hand still moving around the other’s cock. Though Lanzhou isn’t even fully hard, Ce’an feels the other spill into his hand when he reaches his second orgasm, a high and sharp cry coming from him; his hole is almost torturous in the way it squeezes around Ce’an’s sensitive cock that’s still spurting cum inside him.
It’s like all sound around them has been zipped into oblivion. All Ce’an knows for a few seconds is the heat of Lanzhou’s body in his arms and around him.
Lanzhou is making soft whimpering sounds as he softly cries, and Ce’an makes a special effort to pull out carefully, hissing softly a bit when he gets fully out. He slowly sets Lanzhou’s leg down as well, seeing a red mark on the back of his thigh from where he had held onto it so tightly earlier. His beloved does tend to mark up and bruise easily, and Ce’an adores the fact.
He means to stop for the night. Honestly. But then Lanzhou is peering at him over his shoulder, teary and misty peach blossom eyes giving him this look…
Xiao Chiye has never claimed to not be a terribly greedy man. An insatiable lover.
He leans over to give Lanzhou a scalding kiss, one that Lanzhou is clumsy to reciprocate. Ce’an uses his clean hand to wipe at the other’s drying tears. He grinds his slightly softened cock against Lanzhou’s ass, urging his body to hurry and keep up with the fire he feels both in his heart and in the pit of his stomach, both fires that Lanzhou’s lithe body and seductive looks stake high.
“One more,” he requests.
He brings his soiled hand up near their lips, the heady scent of Lanzhou’s seed filling their noses. Lanzhou is out of it enough that he only mumbles a bit when Ce’an prods a finger between his lips. Ce’an feels the little kitten licks Lanzhou gives his digit to lap at his cum and groans out loud. The rush of blood downwards almost makes him dizzy; he can feel the way his cock stiffens fully once again.
“Spare a taste for your husband,” he murmured, licking at his hand, then licking into Lanzhou’s mouth. It’s almost a filthy feeling to share Lanzhou’s cum like this, sticky and lightly salty between their lips. He moans into the other’s mouth as he moves his fingers away to make the kiss unobstructed. Lanzhou’s tongue slides against his own, savoring the heat of Ce’an’s mouth.
“One more,” Lanzhou whispers in compliance when he pulls back to gasp for breath.
The smile Ce’an flashes Lanzhou is radiant like the sun, but oh, the hungry look in his eyes may as well spell his demise.
The next thing he knows, he’s being pushed onto his stomach, the silk sheets cool against his skin. He’s yet to adjust his posture before he feels Ce’an mount him, his weight pinning him at his thighs. He shivers as he feels Ce’an pull at his cheeks, vaguely aware of the other’s gaze on his puckering hole. He can feel himself fluttering, having been stretched out yet still looking to be filled. He spills Ce’an’s seed despite himself, making a mess that drips towards his balls.
Ce’an rubs the last of Lanzhou’s cum off his hand and onto his stiff cock. Instead of immediately reinserting himself into Lanzhou’s waiting hole, he fits himself between the other’s cheeks. He thrusts lightly, groaning at just how wet Lanzhou is here. He drinks in the soft gasp Lanzhou lets out at the feeling too.
“Not there… Er’lang, please… Please, inside,” Lanzhou begs, trying to look over his shoulder again. He barely has any strength left in his body, but he tries his best to tantalize his husband, arching his back more so. His back dimples are clear on display at the base of his spine. He fixes his hair to one side, showing off his newly marked nape.
It doesn’t take much more urging than that for Ce’an to use his thumb to push himself into Lanzhou’s puffy hole. He watches like a man bewitched as inch after inch of his length is slowly swallowed up into Lanzhou’s heat. He even takes a moment to spread Lanzhou’s cheeks so he can watch in greater detail, seeing some of his own seed get pushed out of the other’s hole as he finally fully buries himself inside.
Shen Zechuan might just be sin personified.
“Still so fucking tight for me,” he groaned, letting himself fall forward carefully so that he fully covers the other underneath him. He takes Lanzhou’s hands in his own, pinning them by his head. He fits his fingers between Lanzhou’s own, squeezing at them as he slowly moves his hips.
This time, his pace is much slower. Each thrust is intentionally deep though, emphasized with Ce’an’s hot groans against Lanzhou’s nape.
“Xiao’er,” Lanzhou moaned into the sheets. His spent cock laid trapped between his body and the sheets, Ce’an’s added weight and constant thrusts making him rub against the silk over and over. He was getting teary eyed again, the overstimulation making his thoughts hazy. He tries to angle his hips so that he isn’t constantly pressing on his sensitive cock, but he can’t do anything in this position. Tears spring to his eyes once again as he squeezes at Ce’an’s fingers between his own.
“Mm, your Er’lang is right here,” Ce’an mumbled as he nipped at Lanzhou’s earlobe.
Ce’an moves to put both of Lanzhou’s wrists into one of his hands, pinning them higher above his head as he pushes up on his now-freed hand. The sight of their bodies together like this is so lewd that Ce’an wishes he could burn the image into his brain forever. Looking between their bodies and watching the swell of Lanzhou’s ass jiggle with each thrust makes him feel wild again, like he should go as rough as possible. The only thing that stops him is the fact that these deep thrusts seem to be wearing Lanzhou’s last bit of cognizance away. His wife has even stopped complaining and wriggling around underneath him, he just sees a steady line of tears falling from those beautiful eyes as Lanzhou lays there and takes everything he gives him.
It’s Lanzhou’s own little kittenish ‘ah’s that emphasize each of Ce’an’s thrusts now. Ce’an feels drunk on the sound as he manages to place his hand onto Lanzhou’s waist now, pushing him down roughly into the sheets. He’s sure to find his own handprint on this delicate waist come tomorrow morning.
In the midst of their tryst, Ce’an’s hair, like Lanzhou’s, had come undone, now cascading down to frame Lanzhou’s body beneath him. It has its own allure in the candlelit chamber, and he truly does feel crazed taking in every detail of his beloved below him.
Lanzhou has long lost the ability to fight Ce’an in any way. He can only take each strong thrust of Ce’an’s hips, his body almost trembling in overstimulation. He must also be drooling as he cries, mouth agape with all the moaning he’s doing. His head spins and he makes no attempt to try and clear it, just savoring the feeling of losing himself completely with his husband.
He’s so caught up in the sensations that he only has the briefest idea that Ce’an has spoken to him. He can’t make out what was said to him, his ears seemingly filled with cotton as Ce’an’s thrusts turn brutal; still ‘slow’ in pace but even more bruising in intensity. He must be babbling somewhat, about how he feels, how he’s so full, how he can’t take it any longer.
Xiao Chiye is really going to be the death of him.
It must be the months they’ve spent separated that makes Ce’an like this tonight. He releases Lanzhou’s wrists so that both his hands press down on Lanzhou’s waist. His knees dig into the bedding as he ruthlessly shoves into Lanzhou’s hole. He grunts with the force of each thrust, feeling another orgasm building high and hard inside of him.
“Lanzhou,” he groans, his hips almost losing their rhythm as they stutter. He’s close and barreling towards pleasure at a steady pace. “Lanzhou, oh gods, you’re so beautiful. You should see how beautiful you are like this. Fuck, how I’ve missed you,” he speaks with no filter, allowing himself to speed up just a bit, though making sure he drives deep into his lover.
Lanzhou is close to just straight up bawling into the sheets, his hands frozen where Ce’an had left them above his head, fumbling with the sheets there. He can’t even see through his tears anymore so he just shuts his eyes, his thoughts completely evading him. All he can focus on is the in and out of Ce’an’s cock in his hole, how his cock keeps getting squeezed underneath him.
“Oh, how I love you.”
Those words paired with an especially hard thrust is all Lanzhou can hear and feel before his body convulses in a dry orgasm, timed perfectly with Ce’an’s. He can feel Ce’an spilling into him yet again. He thinks he must cry out about how full he is, but he can’t fully be sure. Ce’an’s hands squeeze at his waist as he continues with a few more thrusts to fully ride out his orgasm.
Lanzhou promptly passes out.
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Through bleary eyes, Shen Zechuan sees the blurry image of Xiao Chiye’s wolf tattoo and broad back retreating from him. He has no idea what time it is or how long he’s been out cold. The room seems rather unchanged, still shrouded in candlelight- though perhaps it’s a bit dimmer now than earlier.
He wishes to call for his husband, though when he opens his mouth he finds that his throat is terribly dry and that his voice is as hoarse as ever. He’ll undoubtedly barely have a voice tomorrow. He tries to clear his throat, but can’t muster the energy to attempt to speak again. His limbs all feel like they weigh a ton each and he can only stay stomach down on the bed. His head is still cloudy. The only thought to form is that he misses his husband, why has he left?
From one slow blink to the next, Ce’an seems to reappear, sitting on the edge of the bed, petting Lanzhou's hair and pushing it away from his face.
“You can go back to sleep, I’m just tidying you up a bit,” Ce’an’s voice is a soft rumble. He starts to busy himself with dragging a warm wet cloth down Lanzhou’s back. He cleans at the sweat lightly before focusing on the mess at Lanzhou’s bottom and thighs. He had already somewhat cleaned himself when he had gotten up earlier.
“Just leave it,” Lanzhou mumbles hoarsely.
Ce’an can’t help the soft laugh he lets out as he leans down to press a kiss to Lanzhou’s temple, then to one of his shoulders.
“I hope His Majesty isn’t so displeased when he wakes up tomorrow morning,” Ce’an can’t help but tease. Had it been any other time, he’s sure he would’ve heard a smart quip back from Lanzhou, but his wife is surely out of commission now.
He takes initiative to help Lanzhou onto his back, shoving away the overly dirtied sheets where he can manage. He makes quick work of lightly wiping over Lanzhou’s stomach, torso and hips despite Lanzhou’s request for him to just let it go.
Lanzhou makes a whining sound as his eyelids open again with some notable effort, his eyes fixing themselves on Ce’an still sitting at his side and notably not laying with him.
“Yes, yes, coming,” Ce’an laughs once more, lying down at his beloved’s side, easily maneuvering Lanzhou into his arms. He buries a few more light kisses into Lanzhou’s hairline. He feels all the restlessness that resided in his heart these past few months finally settle. He’s exactly where he should be when his lover is in his arms.
Lanzhou leans his head onto Ce’an’s chest, eyes already closed again. Before he slips off to sleep again, he finds enough energy to softly speak. “Oh, Ce’an, how I love you too.”