Xie Lian stares at Hua Cheng’s hands. They’re elegant, with long, pale fingers. They’re holding the calligraphy brush entirely wrong, but Xie Lian is pretty sure that’s on purpose to rile him up.
“San Lang, no, like this,” he says, correcting his husband’s posture. His hands linger. “Try it again.”
“Okay, gege,” Hua Cheng says, and dashes off another line of unreadable characters soaked with the essence of evil.
Xie Lian sighs. His eyes gravitate to Hua Cheng’s hands again. (They’re back to holding the calligraphy brush wrong.) He’s intimately acquainted with those fingers - he’s had them inside of him more times than he can count. He wonders how they’d feel around his neck.
Where did that thought come from?
Xie Lian absentmindedly fixes Hua Cheng’s hold on the brush, again. His hands linger, again. “Once more,” he says.
It’s strange. You’d think he’d panic at the thought of something like that, with all that he’s been through, but… it’s different with Hua Cheng.
“San Lang, what if you choked me?” Xie Lian blurts out.
Hua Cheng looks at him, horrified. The brush clatters on the table. “Gege, I would never.”
“No!” Xie Lian cries, reaching for him. “I mean. I want you to.”
Hua Cheng grabs him back. “What do you mean, gege?”
“I - I think I would like it,” Xie Lian admits, blushing and avoiding eye contact.
Hua Cheng pauses, then grins. It’s a predatory thing, showing his fangs. Xie Lian blushes harder at the thought - he wouldn’t mind being Hua Cheng’s prey.
“It could be arranged, then,” Hua Cheng says in a lilting voice, and runs a finger up Xie Lian’s neck.
Xie Lian shivers and nods.
Hua Cheng carefully wraps a hand around the front of Xie Lian’s neck. “Is this good?” he asks.
Xie Lian leans into him, letting his actions and his eyes speak for him.
Hua Cheng grins again, and squeezes, just a little. Xie Lian gives an encouraging moan, and Hua Cheng squeezes harder, until Xie Lian goes a little bit lightheaded.
And then he stops, and pulls his hand away.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian complains, body drifting toward him.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng responds, smirking.
Xie Lian just pulls his head down and kisses him.
A few minutes later, Hua Cheng is roughly fucking into him, a turn of events Xie Lian is very happy about. Though - “San Lang,” he moans, guiding Hua Cheng’s hand to his neck. “Again?”
Hua Cheng stutters in his rhythm.
“San Lang, you don’t have to!” Xie Lian says hurriedly. “I just thought -”
“If gege wants,” Hua Cheng says, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest, and wraps his hand around Xie Lian’s neck. He squeezes, hard.
Xie Lian can feel his cock jump. “San Lang,” he moans, and it sounds strange to his ears.
“Good?” Hua Cheng asks. He looks like he already knows the answer.
“Mhm,” Xie Lian says, grabbing Hua Cheng’s wrist and wrapping his legs around his waist. Hua Cheng gets the hint and speeds up.
Xie Lian’s vision starts to go fuzzy. “San Lang,” he moans again.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng responds, and Xie Lian can hear the grin in his voice, though his vision is rapidly filling with stars.
It’s a novel feeling, losing consciousness as Hua Cheng fucks him. He distantly wonders whether Hua Cheng will keep going. He hopes he wakes up unable to walk.
And then Hua Cheng lets go and drops his hand to Xie Lian’s cock, and Xie Lian comes harder than he ever has before.
“San Lang,” he gasps out, watching the world swirl in hypnotic kaleidoscopic patterns.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng responds, and continues pounding into him.
Xie Lian must pass out at that point, because the next thing he’s aware of is blinking his eyes open to see Hua Cheng kneeling over him, looking very concerned.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian says, unable to keep a smile from spreading across his face. “That was awesome.”
“Are you okay?” Hua Cheng asks, sounding panicked.
“I’m so okay,” Xie Lian says giddily, and reaches up. “Kiss?”
Hua Cheng obliges, giving him a quick peck on the lips, then asks again, “Gege, are you sure you’re okay?”
“That’s exactly what I wanted,” Xie Lian says, sitting up. His head swims, and he collapses against Hua Cheng’s chest, laughing.
Hua Cheng traces the sides of his neck. “You’re bruised,” he says, and sends spiritual power through his fingers.
“I really am okay,” Xie Lian says, but lets himself be healed. “San Lang, are you okay?”
Hua Cheng looks him over.
Xie Lian smiles at him.
“You liked it, gege?” Hua Cheng asks eventually.
Xie Lian nods. “I’d want to do it again,” he says carefully, “but only if you wanted that, too.”
Hua Cheng gathers him up in a hug. “Another time,” he says.
Xie Lian relaxes. From anyone else, it would sound like a polite way to refuse, but he knows that Hua Cheng really does mean he’s interested in doing it again. “San Lang,” he says, wrapping his arms around his husband. “It was nice.”
“I was so worried,” Hua Cheng laughs. “You went limp for at least ten seconds.”
“I wanted you to keep going,” Xie Lian admits. “While I was out.”
Hua Cheng looks down at him with a surprised expression. After a few seconds, he says, “Next time.”
Xie Lian grins up at him.