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“San Lang, what is this?”
As soon as Hua Cheng hears Xie Lian’s voice brimming with curiosity, he immediately heads over to see what his husband is wondering about. He always welcomes any chance to be of help to his beloved; no matter whether it’s a task that will take weeks, or the simplest of things such as this — a question about some object Xie Lian has spotted on one of Paradise Manor’s numerous storage shelves.
“Did gege find something interesting?” Hua Cheng approaches swiftly, but as Xie Lian turns around to show his discovery, Hua Cheng stops in his tracks.
The tiny bottle Xie Lian is holding looks unassuming and harmless, unadorned by any delicate labels or decorations; it is a wonder how it even caught Xie Lian’s attention… or maybe it’s not that surprising, with how Xie Lian’s eyes have always been keen to find value even in things most people would be quick to cast aside as worthless. Such as a filthy child with a curse upon him and a red eye, thinks Hua Cheng.
“I was looking for that recipe book and found this on one of the bookshelves”, Xie Lian says, raising the bottle closer to his face to inspect it. “Do you know what’s inside, San Lang? Is this some kind of spice?” He moves his hand, about to open the bottle, which urges Hua Cheng into motion.
“Gege, no!”
Upon hearing Hua Cheng’s frantic voice, Xie Lian blinks his eyes with confusion. “San Lang…?”
Hua Cheng reaches out to take the bottle from Xie Lian’s hands gently, but firmly. “It’s not spice”, he says. “It’s nothing important, really. I should have gotten rid of it long ago.”
“What is it, San Lang?”
Hua Cheng hesitates. “It’s a fragrance”, he says slowly, “extracted from the Land of the Tender.”
Xie Lian’s eyes go wide; understandably, he must be surprised to find Hua Cheng having such a thing among his possessions. Before he can ask another question, Hua Cheng explains with haste. “Someone in Gambler’s Den wagered it in a game a while ago and lost. I took it to Paradise Manor to have a look at it — outwardly, without touching the contents, of course — and found a way to verify it’s the real thing.” He places the bottle back on the shelf, indifferently, but with care so as not to risk breaking it. “Obviously, I never had any use for it. It’s been lying around among all the other trash, forgotten, until gege ran into it.”
Xie Lian picks up the bottle again and turns it in his hands. “I wonder why someone would make such a thing”, he says. “It sounds dangerous…”
“Probably to be weaponised”, Hua Cheng says. “To be slipped in with an enemy’s belongings to make them open the bottle unknowingly, bringing them into a state of weakness and vulnerability. Or…” He casts a slow look at the bottle. “Maybe it’s meant to be used solely for sexual pleasure.”
At that, Xie Lian falls quiet. Understandably so; given his memories with the Land of the Tender, it must be an uncomfortable thing to come across, and Hua Cheng berates himself for leaving the cursed object sitting around for so long. “Gege, don’t worry. I will destroy it immediately, in a safe way of course, and you won’t ever have to —”
“San Lang”, Xie Lian cuts in. There’s a strange, unfamiliar hint of urgency in his voice. “Should it… should it really be destroyed?”
The sudden question throws Hua Cheng completely off balance. Xie Lian bites his lip, and a blush colours his face. “What if it… could be… used?”
It takes another moment for Hua Cheng to understand what he means; or rather, not understand, but to believe it. “Gege, do you mean —”
“Maybe it’s not that dangerous, if — if both of us tried it?” Xie Lian is talking quickly now; he sounds a little bit nervous, but more than that, his voice is hopeful. Even curious, Hua Cheng realises, and despite himself feels a twinge of thrill.
However, even seeing his beloved so openly willing to try using his discovery to enhance their pleasure during intimate times, the foremost feeling in Hua Cheng’s mind is worry. The memory of his and Xie Lian’s past encounter with the Land of the Tender is anything but pleasant, and the last thing he wants is to force Xie Lian to relive awful moments from his past. “Gege, are you sure…? You know very well what kind of effect those demons and their fragrance can inflict upon anyone close by.”
Despite Hua Cheng voicing his concern, Xie Lian doesn’t seem to have similar worries. A small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he steps closer to Hua Cheng and cups his face in his hands. “If I’m with San Lang, I’m sure it’ll be okay”, he says. “After all, this time I won’t need to…” He blushes, averting his eyes shyly, although the smile blooming on his face turns even warmer. “I won’t need to hold back, for my cultivation or anything…”
Hua Cheng covers Xie Lian’s hands with his own and turns his face to kiss his palm. “If gege really is sure…”
“I am”, Xie Lian breathes, and Hua Cheng presses another sweet, soft kiss on his hand. Their eyes meet, and at seeing the slight flush on Xie Lian’s face, Hua Cheng raises his brow with a small smile.
“Is gege eager to try?”
“San Lang…” Xie Lian shifts just slightly towards Hua Cheng, as if his body instinctively desires to get closer to him, and entwines their fingers. Hua Cheng’s smile grows wider, and he pushes away his worries. Gege is right, he thinks, letting Xie Lian’s curiosity wash over himself as well. If we try it together, it can surely be nothing but pleasurable.
They move as if on an unspoken agreement, their gazes locking as Xie Lian takes the bottle from Hua Cheng’s hand. Their fingers still intertwined, Xie Lian holds the bottle in his left hand as Hua Cheng removes the stopper and lets the fragrance float out freely.
Together, holding tight onto each other’s hands as they prepare to share the thrilling experience, they take deep breaths of the surprisingly soft scent. Hua Cheng keeps a close eye on Xie Lian, searching for any hints of discomfort or fear; but all he sees is more of that lovable curiosity, a fearlessness that makes Hua Cheng’s unmoving heart stir with adoration.
“Oh”, says Xie Lian after a moment, his eyes widening.
“Gege?” Hua Cheng grabs his hand more tightly. “Are you okay?”
Xie Lian raises his gaze to Hua Cheng and gives a slightly surprised smile. “It’s not quite the same”, he says. “Whoever captured the fragrance must have changed it somehow… it’s not as unpleasant, it doesn’t make me dizzy…”
Hua Cheng breathes a sigh of relief, despite already feeling the first tender stirrings of desire at the pit of his stomach.
“But —” Xie Lian continues, pausing for a moment to let out a small gasp. “The other effect… it’s — it’s very much there…”
There’s something in the breathless quality of his voice that goes straight into Hua Cheng’s cock. “Is gege okay…?”
Xie Lian gives Hua Cheng a small, thrilled smile, his eyes enraptured with hunger and love. “I’m very okay”, he says, “but I — I really want to kiss San Lang right now.”
Hua Cheng can feel himself growing hard as he wraps his arms around Xie Lian and leans in to kiss him. Xie Lian returns the kiss and hugs him back so tight it squeezes all air out of Hua Cheng’s lungs; he didn’t even notice he had started breathing, a tell-tale sign of his arousal as he finds himself sighing and gasping against Xie Lian’s hungry lips.
Entangled, they manage to take a few steps towards a divan fortunately placed close by. Hua Cheng falls back on the divan, pulling Xie Lian along with him, and they keep kissing as if they’re both drowning and can only survive by drinking in all of each other’s breath.
“San Lang”, Xie Lian pants, the name turning into a moan towards the end.
“Gege”, Hua Cheng murmurs, “gege, are you sure — are you okay?”
Xie Lian’s hard length is pressing against his own through the layers of their clothes as Xie Lian moves his hips, helplessly trying to get even closer. “San Lang, I want…” Lost for words in his aroused state, Xie Lian kisses Hua Cheng again and starts undressing him hastily. His hands soon find their way underneath Hua Cheng’s robes, and that briefest touch on his skin makes Hua Cheng shudder.
“San Lang”, Xie Lian breathes between the kisses. He presses himself as close as he can, straddling Hua Cheng; he must be just as painfully aroused as Hua Cheng himself, but there is no distress or hesitation in his touches or motions, only pure desire. Xie Lian breaks another kiss to let out a low moan as he grinds against Hua Cheng, desperately seeking more friction.
It happens in an instant — one moment Hua Cheng is grabbing Xie Lian’s hips, pulling him closer and responding to his thrusts, and before he knows it, he’s coming, completely unable to hold himself back. He buries his face in Xie Lian’s neck, groaning as flashes of pleasure make him shudder. Halfway through it, he vaguely realises Xie Lian is coming as well; the two of them gasp and moan as they rock against each other, helpless in the throes of release.
After seemingly endless moments of euphoria, Xie Lian lets himself slump against Hua Cheng, panting hard after his climax. Hua Cheng holds him close, breathing in his scent deeply, and Xie Lian sucks in a shivery gasp.
The desire is far from gone — if anything, it’s getting even stronger and wilder. Hua Cheng is still throbbing hard, and despite his vast experience of yearning for Xie Lian’s touch, he has rarely felt anything this intense. Xie Lian seems to be in a similar state of mind; he starts tugging at Hua Cheng’s clothes, leaning in for another hungry kiss.
It’s a wonder they get out of their clothes without ripping anything, but somehow, their robes fall onto the floor mostly intact. Xie Lian lets out moans of wordless pleas as he straddles Hua Cheng again, pushing his hips hard into him and pinning him against the divan.
“San Lang”, Xie Lian whimpers, “I — I want — please, I want you in me —”
Hearing his usually shy husband making such an unabashed request drives Hua Cheng wild, and he grabs Xie Lian’s desperately thrusting hips. “Gege”, he manages to gasp, feeling their cocks sliding and slipping against each other with heavenly friction, “Gege, let me —”
“San Lang!” Xie Lian moans, and then he’s coming again, his body tensing and arching. The throb of Xie Lian’s twitching cock is too much for Hua Cheng, and he follows right after, his climax once again catching him by surprise as come splatters between their bodies.
They rest their foreheads together as they come back from their high. Hua Cheng opens his eye and pulls back to search Xie Lian’s face for any signs of discomfort; but to his relief, Xie Lian answers his gaze with a hazy, sincere smile. He’s still hard — they both are — and leans in to kiss Hua Cheng with passion, sealing away all of his doubts.
“San Lang ah”, he says after the kiss, “bedroom?”
“As always, gege has the best ideas”, Hua Cheng breathes, and although their previous orgasms have given them a moment of reprieve, it’s still somewhat of a wonder they manage to keep their hands off each other long enough to get up and move to the bedroom.
As soon as they reach their bed, Xie Lian lies down and pulls Hua Cheng after him. A rush of excited arousal courses through Hua Cheng as he feels Xie Lian grabbing his wrists tightly.
“San Lang, please, San Lang”, Xie Lian begs breathlessly, and Hua Cheng bends closer to give him a deep kiss as if to soothe him: whatever Xie Lian wants, Hua Cheng is more than willing to grant his wish.
They keep kissing passionately as Hua Cheng pushes Xie Lian’s legs apart and starts preparing him. Not in the mood for any delays, he forgoes looking for their usual collection of oils reserved for intimate times, and conjures a slick liquid to coat his fingers instead.
“San Lang, I can’t wait any longer”, Xie Lian whimpers, breathing heavily between their kisses as Hua Cheng pushes another finger inside. “It’s so good…”
“Gege only deserves the best”, Hua Cheng breathes and moves his attention to Xie Lian’s chest. He presses a sweet kiss on a hardened nipple before starting to suck and gently bite at it. Xie Lian’s reaction is instantaneous as he lets out a moan and arches into the touch; his chest is usually very sensitive even without the aid of any potions or aphrodisiacs, and Hua Cheng can only imagine what kind of sweet torment he must be going through right now.
“San Lang! San Lang, I’m —” Before Xie Lian even has a chance to finish his sentence, another moan cuts off his words, and the next thing Hua Cheng knows is Xie Lian’s body shuddering hard as more white spurts out onto his stomach, a few drops reaching all the way up to Hua Cheng’s face.
“Gege…” Hua Cheng pulls back, slightly taken aback. “Just from that, you…”
Xie Lian is panting, his eyes hazy and his chest heaving. “San Lang… Please, I — I want you inside… mmh!” He shivers as Hua Cheng gently licks some of the liquid off his chest, his tongue flicking around a nipple.
“Is gege sure…?”
“San Lang, please!”
After confirming that Xie Lian is indeed ready for him, Hua Cheng raises Xie Lian’s hips to place a plush pillow underneath. Xie Lian whimpers with need as Hua Cheng starts sinking into the tight heat, and Hua Cheng’s breath hitches. The stimulation of Xie Lian’s fluttering walls squeezing around his cock is almost too much, but he keeps himself steady, still careful and gentle even in his throes of lust — there is nothing in all three realms that could ever be stronger than his instinct to treat Xie Lian well.
As Hua Cheng slides deeper, Xie Lian lets out a moan, low and unusually loud for this stage of their lovemaking. The sound of it sends sparks of desire rushing through Hua Cheng, and he thrusts deeper, soon finding himself completely surrounded by Xie Lian.
“San Lang… so deep”, Xie Lian gasps, wriggling his hips as if to encourage Hua Cheng to start moving, “so big—”
“Gege feels divine”, Hua Cheng says, starting to thrust. He aims for the sweet spot inside Xie Lian, making him moan again.
“So — ah, so good, San Lang”, Xie Lian manages. “San Lang, you feel so good inside me… right there, you’re so perfect, so good to me —”
Hua Cheng’s back arches, and he has no time to even think as he’s pushed over the edge by Xie Lian’s praise. He groans and shudders helplessly as his orgasm blooms through him; he is always weak for Xie Lian’s sweet words during their intimacy, but the effect of the fragrance seems to have heightened his sensitivity in that regard, as well.
Xie Lian stares at him, eyes wide and chest heaving, taken aback by the sudden intensity of Hua Cheng’s climax. Very quickly, however, Xie Lian’s astonishment melts into a gentle smile full of love, and he reaches out his hands to cup Hua Cheng’s face.
“Oh… did my sweet San Lang feel good?” he says softly, a warm blush on his cheeks. “I’m so glad… you know how much I love when you —” he blushes even deeper, but the bashful smile remains on his lips. “It’s really nice when I can feel my San Lang inside, like that”, he finishes, pulling Hua Cheng gently closer to kiss him on the lips. “You are so, so good, my San Lang…”
Hearing the soft, breathless words of his beloved, Hua Cheng is rather sure he would be rock hard again even without the sensual fragrance urging him on. He pulls back slightly before thrusting again, delighting in the way Xie Lian’s mouth opens in a quiet gasp as he slides back in.
“Gege”, Hua Cheng says, overwhelmed by an urge to resume his earlier pace, but wanting to make absolutely sure Xie Lian is still enjoying himself. “Gege, is everything okay? You’re still — feeling good?”
Xie Lian smiles, his warm golden eyes shimmering with love. “It’s very good”, he assures. “I’m… I’m so happy, it feels amazing. It’s not like… last time. It’s not painful at all, it’s warm, and so good — but it’s only —” He gasps, his hole clenching around Hua Cheng. “I want San Lang so much, I need San Lang so much…!”
His passionate, sincere words reignite something deep within Hua Cheng, who thrusts again, bending Xie Lian’s lithe body and leaning close to join their lips in a greedy kiss.
Xie Lian moves his hips to meet Hua Cheng, making small whimpering noises of enthusiasm. Hua Cheng grabs his leg and lifts it to prop it onto his shoulder, sinking deeper into the maddening tight warmth. Drops of precum bead at the tip of Xie Lian’s cock, slicking its slide against Hua Cheng’s stomach; remains of Hua Cheng’s previous release is dribbling out of Xie Lian with each thrust, dotting the silk underneath their bodies.
Hua Cheng moans as he feels Xie Lian clenching hard around him. “Gege…!”
“San Lang”, Xie Lian begs suddenly, “San Lang, please — can you come in me again?”
Hua Cheng’s unneeded breath hitches. “Of course”, he gasps.
“Can you —” Xie Lian hesitates, but only for a fleeting moment, “can you come a lot?”
“Anything for gege”, Hua Cheng promises, and Xie Lian half-moans, half-sobs as he squeezes around Hua Cheng. Hua Cheng shudders at hearing him; overwhelmed with pleasure (and determined to fulfil his husband’s every wish), he reaches another peak, spilling deep into Xie Lian.
An ecstatic cry is wrenched from Xie Lian’s lips as he feels the abundant warm gush inside him, and Hua Cheng is overwhelmed by a rush of disoriented pride and contentment. I’ll give gege all he wants and needs, he thinks, the throb of arousal and pleasure so intense that it reverberates through his entire body.
When he has finished, Hua Cheng falls slack on Xie Lian, catching his breath. He is still burning with desire, aching with a need to have more, to get even deeper; Xie Lian wraps desperate arms around him to hold him close, their sweaty skin pressing into each other in a hungry embrace.
Even in the post-orgasmic daze, Hua Cheng retains enough coherence to worry that Xie Lian’s posture is uncomfortable. He shifts back, and the motion makes him slip out of Xie Lian — he still hasn’t gone soft, and the feeling of Xie Lian’s rim clenching around his swollen length makes him gasp.
“San Lang, don’t go”, Xie Lian protests breathily, an unhappy look on his flushed, beautiful face. “It’s — it’s spilling out…”
“Ssh, gege”, Hua Cheng soothes. “I’ll give you more.” He raises himself on the bed and scoots closer to Xie Lian; with a smile, he captures Xie Lian’s lips with his own and kisses him, slow and deep. Reciprocating eagerly, Xie Lian makes muffled noises into Hua Cheng’s mouth and wraps his arms around him. Hua Cheng pulls him closer, delighting in the heady feeling of Xie Lian’s cock pressing against his own with desperate little thrusts, as though craving more friction but unwilling to separate for even the tiniest moment.
Pulling Xie Lian along, Hua Cheng sits up on the bed and lets his husband straddle him. Xie Lian’s quick breathing is interspersed with sharp gasps as he slots himself tightly against Hua Cheng and starts rutting and grinding, the pulse of his arousal driving Hua Cheng wild.
“San Lang, San Lang”, Xie Lian calls, each syllable closer to a moan than a name, “San Lang, I want, I want…”
“What — is it, mmh, gege?” Hua Cheng nibbles sloppily at Xie Lian’s neck, his attempt of marking his beloved hindered by Xie Lian’s frantic motions on his lap. “Tell me, gege, your San Lang will — ah! give you anything, anything you want…”
“Inside”, Xie Lian gasps, grinding even harder. “Please, San Lang? I want you in me — mm, ah! —” Despite his pleas, Xie Lian seems unable to stop for a moment long enough to give Hua Cheng a chance to enter him again. He lets out a broken moan, his breath hitching as his hips speed up, his movements getting even more agitated.
Hua Cheng slides his hands down on Xie Lian’s sweat-slickened body, resting them on the curve of his ass. “Gege is going to come?” he murmurs lovingly, and it’s only half a question; he squeezes Xie Lian impossibly tighter against himself, feeling the tell-tale twitches of Xie Lian’s cock signalling his orgasm.
And quickly enough, Xie Lian arches his back, gyrating his hips into Hua Cheng’s as he climaxes once again, his entire body shuddering as he cries out Hua Cheng’s name. It goes on for a few long moments, Hua Cheng greedily drinking in the sight and sounds of his beloved’s pleasure. “That’s right”, he says, breathless. “Let yourself feel it, gege. That’s it… you’re so beautiful…”
“San Lang…!” Finally the intense waves of Xie Lian’s climax recede, and he sinks into Hua Cheng’s embrace, panting heavily. He is still hard, his cock twitching weakly as come trails down from the tip.
“Are you still okay?” Hua Cheng murmurs into Xie Lian’s neck and presses a kiss on the smooth skin, licking at the salty taste of sweat.
“I’m okay”, Xie Lian says, sounding a bit dazed, but sincere. “I feel wonderful, but — what about San Lang?”
Hua Cheng kisses him again, this time on the lips, greedy and loving. “I’ve never been better”, he groans. “Gege is so good…”
“San Lang —” Xie Lian squirms, a gasp falling from his lips as he shifts on Hua Cheng’s lap restlessly, their cocks brushing tantalisingly against each other. “San Lang please, now, I need…” After a fleeting heartbeat of hesitation, Xie Lian places his hands on Hua Cheng’s shoulders and pushes gently. Hua Cheng eagerly allows him, lying down on his back as Xie Lian moves to straddle him again, reaching out between their legs to guide Hua Cheng where he needs him so much.
Hua Cheng can’t hold back a low moan as Xie Lian seats himself on his cock, letting it slide back inside with a wet squelch. Xie Lian bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, visibly shuddering as pleasure wrecks his body. With a sharp gasp, he starts moving, his thighs flexing as he raises himself only to plunge back down the next moment.
This round, they last longer — perhaps it’s a result of them having come so many times, or maybe Xie Lian is doing something with that divinely skilled body of his to delay their climax; Hua Cheng isn’t sure, and doesn’t care. He focuses on watching with relish as Xie Lian rides him, each movement accustomed and full of graceful strength.
“San Lang”, Xie Lian finally sobs out after a while, “San Lang, please — can you — can you give it to me already?” He slows down a bit, squeezing around Hua Cheng as though to coax him to come, and it’s a wonder Hua Cheng manages to keep himself in control as his entire length is caressed by that tight, wet heat. “I’m so close”, Xie Lian adds, panting. “I’m — I’m going to — but I want to feel it first, I want San Lang’s…”
Hua Cheng, who is already teetering at the very edge of climax, only needs to cast one more glance at Xie Lian’s beseeching, flushed face and his slender body moving up and down with endless endurance. With a loud groan, Hua Cheng thrusts up into his husband’s welcoming depths and comes hard.
Xie Lian gasps and arches his back, his rhythm faltering as he feels Hua Cheng spilling more wet warmth inside him. Mere moments later, he is pushed over the edge too, spurting all over Hua Cheng and his own chest.
Xie Lian lets his body collapse on Hua Cheng, who immediately pulls him close and helps him into a more comfortable position. Murmuring sweet nothings, Hua Cheng holds Xie Lian in a safe embrace as he shivers, going through what seems to be a series of very intense aftershocks. With each weak moan that spills from Xie Lian’s lips, Hua Cheng presses a loving kiss on his face, enjoying his pleasure just as much as he would his own.
For a moment, they snuggle close to each other, catching their breath. It seems that the effect of the fragrance has finally started waning just slightly — although it’s still far from gone, which Hua Cheng is frankly delighted to find out as his cock twitches in Xie Lian’s wet hole, eager for the next round.
Xie Lian ends up holding Hua Cheng’s half-hard cock inside him as they rest for a bit, exchanging deep slow kisses until they are ready to go again. Soon enough, their sweet moans and sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room once again, their limbs tangled together in wild passion.
After another round (and another after that, and at least two more after that, or maybe five — Hua Cheng isn’t in a state to pay attention to anything else than bringing Xie Lian to the crest of pleasure again and again), the last remains of the passion-inducing fragrance’s effects finally start fading away. Hua Cheng, determined to make their last round as immensely pleasurable as possible, looks with a half-lidded eye as Xie Lian writhes underneath him, hips moving as much as possible to meet his every thrust.
“San… San Lang, ah!” Xie Lian’s legs are wrapped tight around Hua Cheng’s waist, his skin flushed and littered with red spots wherever Hua Cheng has lovingly left his marks; Hua Cheng’s own body is in a similar state, each sign of Xie Lian’s love and devotion on his skin making him glow with pride.
“Gege”, Hua Cheng pants, “gege, are you close?” He wants to make Xie Lian come first, and judging by the sounds Xie Lian is making, they aren’t far from that objective.
Moaning and gasping, Xie Lian is so far gone he can barely speak. He arches up against Hua Cheng, encouraging him with each motion of his body, with each throbbing squeeze around Hua Cheng’s cock. He reaches out blindly for Hua Cheng, who leans in to give him a kiss — it’s sloppy and wet, but all the more passionate. Taking a firmer hold of Xie Lian’s hips, Hua Cheng aims for the right angle to hit that sweet spot inside with each hard thrust; already desperate for release, Xie Lian’s body convulses as he cries out and reaches his peak for one last time.
“San Lang”, he sobs through the shudders of his orgasm, “San Lang, please, please, I want you to — I want to — together —”
Hua Cheng, never one to deny a request from his beloved, follows him and comes after just a couple more thrusts. His climax captures his entire body, his entire being with overwhelming pleasure, enhanced by Xie Lian still clenching around him hard as if in an attempt to milk him for every last drop of his spend.
It takes a while before Hua Cheng comes back to his senses and loosens his grip on Xie Lian’s body. Panting, he collapses on top of Xie Lian, and for a few moments they hold each other tight as the final waves of passion and pleasure slowly ebb away. They are absolutely exhausted, both their bodies and the bed drenched in sweat and come; but they’re smiling at each other with gazes full of love, and Hua Cheng isn’t sure if he has ever felt so blissed out.
“San Lang…” Xie Lian murmurs, still catching his breath. “That was… really good…”
“Is gege okay?” Hua Cheng kisses him softly. “Let’s go take a bath. I’ll clean you up and give you a massage.”
“I’m very much okay.” Xie Lian gives a content sigh, but as Hua Cheng moves back and slips out of him very carefully, he winces. “Oh…!”
Hua Cheng chuckles, caressing Xie Lian’s hip and casting a teasing look down between his legs, where a generous amount of sticky fluid is pouring out from him in small gushes as his muscles flutter. “I hope gege got all he was wishing for…”
Xie Lian blushes and hides his face. “San Lang, don’t look…!”
Hua Cheng gives a loving, satisfied laugh and leans in to kiss him. “Don’t be shy, gege, I saw each part of you plenty of times just before… and you were quite eager to let me see, hmm?”
Xie Lian peeks from behind his fingers. “San Lang!” he whines, but there’s a smile softening his face and words, and as Hua Cheng tenderly pulls his hands aside to kiss him, he returns the kiss with genuine happiness.
They settle down to cuddle for a while as the last lingering sensations of warm pleasure seep out of them. Hua Cheng is sure they’re both more than ready to get cleaned up, but the shared moment of deep intimacy and relaxation is too wonderful to end just yet.
“San Lang?” Xie Lian murmurs after a while of content silence.
“What is it, gege, is there anything you need?”
Xie Lian doesn’t answer immediately, and when Hua Cheng turns to look at him, he’s biting his lip with slight hesitation. “…Do you think”, Xie Lian finally says, “that we could find more of that fragrance somewhere, later?”
Hua Cheng’s eye widens, and after a moment of stunned silence, a slow smile crosses his face. “I’m sure it can be arranged”, he says warmly, delighted to see Xie Lian’s eyes lighting up with shy excitement.
They share a sweet kiss as if to seal the promise of repeating their long night of pleasure some day soon, and as Hua Cheng enjoys the soft warmth of his husband’s lips against his own, he makes a mental note to refill their supply of the fragrance as soon as possible.