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Xie Lian throws himself into Hua Cheng’s arms, tears streaming down his face, and smashes their lips together, pouring all of the loneliness he’s collected this past year and all the years, decades, centuries before into a bruising kiss. “San Lang,” he says, something in between a sob and a laugh, “San Lang.”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng answers, holding him tight. “I told you I’d come back.”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian says again, and for some time they lose themselves in each other’s mouths.
The ox makes a disgruntled noise, and Xie Lian winces and pulls away.
“Help me, San Lang,” he requests, and together they rush through the bare minimum of animal care.
They stand together inside the cottage, staring at each other, for a moment, and then Xie Lian moves, or Hua Cheng does, and their mouths are together and their hands are scrabbling at each other’s clothes and Xie Lian is overcome by the need to be closer, closer, to his beloved.
“San Lang, touch me,” he begs, and Hua Cheng’s large hands fit themselves over the muscles of his chest, and then slide to his back, cup his ass, and everywhere they go his skin feels like fire.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian gasps, sliding his own hands over Hua Cheng’s chest, his back, his thighs. His gaze drops to his beloved’s crotch, to the dripping erection bobbing there between his legs, and suddenly he needs it inside him. “San Lang, can you -”
“Anything gege wants,” Hua Cheng says, and one of those glorious long fingers prods at him before pushing inside, slippery with something that wasn’t there a second before.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian gasps again, overwhelmed, and Hua Cheng fits their mouths together in a heated kiss.
It’s a strange feeling, to have something inside him like this. It’s not a bad feeling, though, and Xie Lian desperately wants more of it. Desire rushes through him, and he spares a moment to marvel at how much Hua Cheng affects him. He’d thought he was immune to this, to the kind of all-consuming want that he’s seen men around him fall prey to, spending their money in brothels as if sex were a need like food or water. He understands, now. He would starve and shrivel up from thirst for a single kiss from Hua Cheng.
“San Lang,” he sighs, pushing his hips into Hua Cheng’s hand, and Hua Cheng pulls his finger out and pushes it back in, thicker - ah, two fingers.
“Gege, tell me if it hurts,” Hua Cheng says, his gaze intense.
If it hurts? Xie Lian isn’t sure he’d notice if he felt pain right now, with everything else he’s feeling thrumming through him like this. “Okay,” he says instead of trying to explain, and kisses his beloved again.
Slowly, Hua Cheng adds another finger, and then another. All Xie Lian feels is the fire inside him, urging him to squirm closer, to beg for more. It’s all so unfamiliar, but with Hua Cheng, he feels safe.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng says eventually, “I think you’re ready.”
Xie Lian snaps his eyes down. Hua Cheng’s cock looks ready, too - thick and long, smearing fluid onto his stomach.
Xie Lian desperately wants it inside him.
“San Lang,” he says, staring. His voice sounds hungry, but he ignores the flare of embarrassment that comes with the realization.
“Okay, gege,” Hua Cheng says, and gently pulls his fingers out.
It’s strange, Xie Lian muses, that Hua Cheng is so attractive. No one else makes him feel this way. Hua Cheng has a unique hold over his being, capable of drawing out feelings he never thought he’d have.
Like this one: he kneels over his beloved’s cock, guided by careful hands, and slowly sinks down onto it; it fills him up more than he ever thought anything could. He feels whole, like all this time he’s been as empty as a misplaced sheath for a lost sword.
“San Lang,” he gasps.
“Go slower, gege,” Hua Cheng says, sounding worried. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
“San Lang could never hurt me,” Xie Lian says, determined, and lets himself drop further.
It’s incredible, feeling this way. Xie Lian feels safe, powerful, like nothing can harm him. Hua Cheng wouldn’t let it. And Hua Cheng is here, solid and big and warm, spiritual energy buzzing under his skin.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian sighs, and lets himself drop the rest of the way, until Hua Cheng is fully inside him. Where he belongs, Xie Lian thinks, more forceful than he expects.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng says, his voice strained, and Xie Lian pulls him into a wet kiss, uncoordinated and messy.
“San Lang,” he pants, rocking back and forth, “please.” He doesn’t know what he wants, but he knows that he wants it.
“I have you,” Hua Cheng soothes him, and lifts him up by his waist, rolling his hips and pushing his cock further inside.
Xie Lian sobs and copies the movement, rising up and sinking down in time with Hua Cheng’s rhythm. Soon, a strange feeling rises inside him - it’s not unpleasant, but it’s unfamiliar, and it puts him on edge.
“San Lang, what is this,” he gasps.
“You’re going to come, gege,” Hua Cheng says, his voice reverent. He doesn’t so much as pause in his thrusts. “Let it happen. It’ll feel good.”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian manages, and then - “San Lang!”
Something rips through him, coaxed into being through his beloved’s touch, and the world goes fuzzy for a moment, blurred by waves of pleasure. Xie Lian trusts Hua Cheng and lets it happen, allowing himself to be washed away for a moment by the feeling.
When he comes back to himself, Hua Cheng is still thrusting into him, but his movements are much more erratic. He looks overwhelmed.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian says, draping himself over Hua Cheng’s chest. He’s smiling dopily, and he’s not sure he can stop. He doesn’t bother with being embarrassed when he says, “I want you to come, too. Inside of me.”
Hua Cheng’s breaths turn ragged. “Gege,” he moans, and grips Xie Lian’s waist harder.
Xie Lian hopes it’ll leave a mark. He revels in Hua Cheng’s touch, and in the feeling of fullness, and then warmth and spiritual energy shoot through him and he feels like he’ll overflow.
“San Lang,” he gasps.
“Gege - Dianxia,” Hua Cheng gasps back, and his fingers dig in and his hips push up until Xie Lian moans in pleasure.
And then he calms, and the flood of warmth and spiritual energy slows to a stop, and it’s just them and their heavy breathing filling the small room.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispers, nuzzling closer, and Hua Cheng wraps his arms around him and holds him close.
It’s a very new feeling, to be full of his beloved and his spend.
Xie Lian wants to stay like this forever.