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Go and warm your lord’s bed he said.
Without another word, Wen Kexing turns around and goes back up to Zhou Zishu’s room at the inn.
He’s shivering with excitement. With Zhou Zishu, it’s always hard to tell if he just plays along with Wen Kexing's games to indulge him for a while, or if he actually means what he says.
He’s tough to read.
Wen Kexing knows Zhou Zishu isn't indifferent towards him, he knows he gets under his skin. He knows Zhou Zishu likes him. He’s just not sure about how he likes him.
Every time Wen Kexing makes lecherous comments at him, Zhou Zishu shoots back with equally lewd words. And Wen Kexing has noticed the way Zhou Zishu tenses and his breath hitches whenever he touches him. It’s almost too subtle to notice, but Wen Kexing does, because he scrutinizes every inch of Zhou Zishu's body, looking for a reaction.
He knows it gets Zhou Zishu worked up when he touches him, and he knows Zhou Zishu wants him, too, at least physically.
And yet, he’s never let Wen Kexing have him, never initiates anything, never lets Wen Kexing stay. It messes with Wen Kexing's head. By now, he’s desperate for every little bit of intimate affection Zhou Zishu will allow him.
So what if now, he actually means it? What if today he isn’t toying with Wen Kexing's heart (and body)? What if today, he really wants Wen Kexing to come, what if he wants him to stay?
Go warm the bed Zhou Zishu said, and Wen Kexing is going to do just that.
Back in the spacious comfortable room, he’s pacing up and down, thinking. He wants to look inviting, wants Zhou Zishu to walk through the door, see him on the bed and rush over to ravish him. In front of the copper mirror he turns and wonders. Should he stay fully dressed? His outer robes are gorgeously made and the thought of Zhou Zishu slowly undressing him layer by layer makes Wen Kexing hot all over. But maybe he should choose to discard his outer robes instead, untie his inner robes and let them hang loose around his shoulders, exposing his chest, his stomach and the shape of his dick against the soft pants he is wearing? Or should he undress fully, slip under the covers naked and pull them back invitingly when Zhou Zishu returns, hoping the sight would make him cross the room with quick steps and attack immediately?
Anticipation is running hot in his veins. Wen Kexing loves sex. He loves being touched, he loves kisses and caresses, loves giving in to passion and lust and just let go. He loves pleasing his partners and making them feel just so good and he loves it when they return the favour, playing with him in a way that almost makes him forget his own name. Ever since he met Zhou Zishu he hasn't been with anyone and he’d be lying if he denied how much he craves intimacy by now. He would never force Zhou Zishu into anything but that doesn’t mean he can’t be shameless about letting him know how much he wants him.
But it’s not just lust.
He’s in love with Zhou Zishu, truly in love.
His heart aches whenever he looks at him and whenever he can’t look, he thinks of him. He’s in his thoughts every waking hour and in his dreams at night. The greatest luck in his life has been meeting Zhou Zishu. All his life he thought revenge was what would set him free, and that might still be true, but now, for the first time in forever, he’s excited about what comes after that. There are so many things he wants to do with Zhou Zishu, but as long as he can spend the rest of his days with him, he will already be happy.
Wen Kexing doesn’t expect Zhou Zishu to feel the same way. But he could be content with Zhou Zishu just loving him back a little, just letting him stay around and take care of him. He’s happy even if Zhou Zishu only wants his body after all. As long as he’s allowed to stay with him for the rest of his days.
Finally, Wen Kexing opts for a seductive half-undressed look. He takes off his outer robes, unties his inner robes and loosens his hair a bit. There’s no time for more preparations, the moment Zhou Zishu pushes the door open Wen Kexing is on him.
He pulls him against his chest, so close they are touching from head to toe, and shoves at the door before pushing Zhou Zishu down on the bed and climbing on top of him. His nerves are running high now, he’s so in love and so aroused and Zhou Zishu doesn’t resist at all, just lies there on the bed and looks up at him with dark, curious eyes. It gives Wen Kexing enough courage to dive down and capture Zhou Zishu's mouth in a messy, hungry kiss. When their lips meet, it's like a fire has been lit in the pit of his stomach. Wen Kexing presses himself down on top of Zhou Zishu, trying to feel him as much as possible. He licks desperately into his mouth, that damned soft, hot mouth that lets him in so willingly but teases him cruelly by kissing back ever so slowly, so lazily. Wen Kexing wants to cry because it's almost overwhelming him but still, it’s not enough. He almost does cry, but then Zhou Zishu pushes him away and flips them over, pinning him to the bed beneath him and it’s like Wen Kexing's fantasies have become reality all at once. Zhou Zishu looks down on him, hair hanging loosely around his face, the soft tips of it are grazing the bare skin on Wen Kexing’s torso ever so slightly. It’s maddening.
Many times he has been wondering if Zhou Zishu finds him beautiful, if he likes looking at his body and longs to touch it. He gets his answer now. Zhou Zishu is looking at Wen Kexing like he’s the most delicate, beautiful flower. He takes one hand and ghosts it over Wen Kexing's chest, runs it over his ribs down to his stomach and to the angles of his hips. It makes Wen Kexing shiver under his hands. Zhou Zishu has never touched him like this before.
“If I die, won’t you miss me?” Zhou Zishu murmurs above him, expression unreadable as his eyes search Wen Kexing’s.
It feels like a heavy weight is closing in around Wen Kexing's throat. For a moment he stays quiet, lying perfectly still.
“I would go insane over the loss,” he answers softly.
Zhou Zishu's hand falls to his thigh as Wen Kexing sits up, reaching a hand around to cradle his lover’s neck.
“I couldn't bear living without you anymore,” he says before pulling Zhou Zishu in.
This time their kiss is different, slow and sincere and impossibly deep, full of meaning. Finally, Zhou Zishu kisses him back for real and Wen Kexing feels like his chest is about to explode from all the love he feels and all the fear.
He clings onto Zhou Zishu, pulling him in tighter, holding him closer until he just lets himself fall back against the pillows, pulling Zhou Zishu down on top of him.
Smother me, he thinks, hold me, love me. And Zhou Zishu does. He’s all around Wen Kexing, his warm weight, his soft hair, his subtle scent and he kisses Wen Kexing back like he means it, like he loves him just as much as Wen Kexing loves him.
Wen Kexing doesn't know what brought this on, fears that it's the nails counting down Zhou Zishu’s days that made him give in, but for now he pushes that thought away and just enjoys. Even if they can't have forever, he’ll be damned if he doesn't make every second count.
Soon, the looming dark thoughts dissipate as their kisses become more indulgent and playful. Wen Kexing still wants, still needs and he can feel Zhou Zishu against his thigh and it makes him dizzy with lust.
Finally, he thinks, finally I get to be with him.
He has imagined this countless times, seen the two of them in every possible situation, position and variation. In his head, Zhou Zishu has fucked him roughly against a tree after one of their fights, robes hastily pushed up around Wen Kexing's hips as Zhou Zishu pushes into him. He has seen himself giving Zhou Zishu a thorough massage, touching him all over before finally slipping an oiled up finger between the buttocks he had been kneading. Another time, he has been on his knees, in his prettiest robes, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as Zhou Zishu slowly pushed his length deep into his throat.
Nothing can compare to the real thing though. Having Zhou Zishu on top of him, kissing and touching, feels so much better than Wen Kexing could have ever imagined.
But despite being more forward than ever before, Zhou Zishu still seems a little hesitant, unsure of how to proceed and Wen Kexing wants to make it easier for him.
Slowly, he reaches a hand up to Zhou Zishu’s chest and starts dragging it down, always carefully looking out for any sign of discomfort. There’s none, just Zhou Zishu attacking his neck with more feverish kisses and Wen Kexing lets his hand wander further down, finds Zhou Zishu’s cock and starts palming him over his robes. Zhou Zishu moans into Wen Kexing's skin at that, and the sound makes Wen Kexing unbelievably more desperate to have him. Wen Kexing rubs Zhou Zishu until his lover can’t even kiss him anymore and just pants against his neck hotly, undulating his hips against Wen Kexing's hand.
“Does that feel good?” Wen Kexing teases.
Zhou Zishu groans, “Shut up you-” and then his voice breaks when Wen Kexing catches his earlobe between his lips and sucks on it. Of course, Wen Kexing does not shut up.
“I know it feels good. I feel so good too, A-Xu, you’re so good to me. But don’t you want more? Do you want to be inside of me? I want you there, don’t you know that? It would feel so incred-”
Before he can finish, Zhou Zishu sits up with a roar and manhandles Wen Kexing onto his stomach.
“A-Xu!”’ he exclaims in feigned shock, “So rough! What are you going to do to me?”
Zhou Zishu slaps his shapely butt at that and Wen Kexing shuts up, this time in real, pleasant surprise. He’s so hard already, he thinks he’s going to faint if Zhou Zishu doesn’t fuck him now.
Wen Kexing has wondered before if Zhou Zishu had ever been with a man. Does he know how to prepare? Does he use oil or will he try and go in dry?
Wen Kexing finds that he doesn't mind the idea of the stretch and the pain when it's Zhou Zishu. He even wants him to be a little rough, every sting he will feel afterwards and every mark on his body will say Zhou Zishu was here, Zhou Zishu used me, Zhou Zishu loved me.
But once he has Wen Kexing pressed down, Zhou Zishu slows down. He leans over Wen Kexing and murmurs in his ear.
“Can I undress you, Lao Wen?”
When Wen Kexing nods frantically, please yes yes yes, he gently pulls off Wen Kexing's loose outer robe and lets it fall to the floor, then slowly, teasingly pulls his silky pants off as well. Wen Kexing pants lightly, finally, he’s naked under Zhou Zishu, presented to him and he hopes Zhou Zishu likes what he sees. So he asks, almost shyly.
Instead of answering him, Zhou Zishu starts trailing kisses from his nape across his back and down to his ass, not missing an inch of his skin, caressing his sides with calloused hands as he does so. Finally, he bites gently at the supple flesh of Wen Kexing’s ass, making the other jerk in surprise.
“You are so beautiful”, Zhou Zishu murmurs and Wen Kexing’s heart leaps with joy.
With a quick move, Zhou Zishu is gone and Wen Kexing wants to protest but he hears fabric rustling and seconds later, Zhou Zishu is back, straddling his thighs and now there's no more clothes separating them.
“I want to see you”, Wen Kexing complains, trying to sit up, but Zhou Zishu pushes him back down gently but firmly.
“Shush, let me take care of you first, will you?”, Zhou Zishu says and Wen Kexing decides to accept defeat. He feels Zhou Zishu’s calloused hands on him, rubbing his sides gently, moving on to his ass, his thighs and then back up. He sighs into the sheets. This feels so good, if he weren’t so incredibly aroused he would gladly do this for hours.
“You know, I’ve seen you sneakily buy these oils when we were in Yueyang”, Zhou Zishu says, “I’ve always wondered what they smell like.”
If Wen Kexing were a more bashful person, he would probably blush at that. Instead, he laughs happily.
“A-Xu, you could have told me you were curious about them, we could have tried them out much earlier.”
He hears the little glass vials clinking against each other and then Zhou Zishu must have decided on one because he hears the sound of one of them being unstopped.
The sheets are rustling behind Wen Kexing and he can feel Zhou Zishu shift around before he feels drops of warm liquid fall on his ass. Then finally, Zhou Zishu trails a slick finger between his cheeks.
He wants to scream when Zhou Zishu doesn't push into him at once, he needs it so badly he can barely think. But Zhou Zishu takes his sweet time, just caresses his hole, massaging the rim until Wen Kexing cries out in frustration. Then, without a warning, Zhou Zishu dips his fingertip in. Wen Kexing’s hips buck up, mewling, he pushes himself back, trying to get Zhou Zishu’s finger deeper. Zhou Zishu lets him, once he feels that there’s barely any resistance he pushes in further and gets some beautifully wrecked sounds out of Wen Kexing.
This is far from the first time that he’s been lying in this position, but the thought of his A-Xu opening him up, preparing him for his dick, is overwhelming. He knows he's leaking, can’t help but rut against the sheets and he prays he will last until Zhou Zishu fucks him for real.
It’s his luck that Zhou Zishu seems equally impatient as him. His preparations aren’t negligent, but he quickly adds another of his long, slender fingers and spreads Wen Kexing open expertly. By now, desperate moans are falling from Wen Kexing’s lips. He’s not shy about the sounds he makes, shamelessly praising how good Zhou Zishu makes him feel.
It turns Zhou Zishu on as well, he’s started rubbing his length up against Wen Kexing’s thigh as he fucks his fingers into him, curling them on the way out.
“Lao Wen-,” he groans when his lover babbles about how much he loves the tug of his fingers on his rim and then he presses against that sweet spot, trying to make Wen Kexing shut up so he doesn’t come from his lewd words alone.
It makes Wen Kexing scream.
“A-Xu! Please ah-,” his voice breaks as Zhou Zishu abuses his prostate again and again. He tries to wiggle away, slaps weakly at Zhou Zishu’s hand, too close to release already.
Luckily, Zhou Zishu has mercy on him. He slows his fingers down, Wen Kexing hasn’t even realised he put a third one in, and eventually pulls them out.
“Turn around, Lao Wen,” Zhou Zishu says gently and rubs his lover’s back.
Wen Kexing’s legs are trembling as he turns around on his back. Zhou Zishu helps him, carefully pulls him down on the bed and positions his legs on either side of himself.
It’s an effort to focus his eyes, but Wen Kexing needs to see his A-Xu now, and what he sees makes the love in his chest grow even more.
His beloved is thin, too thin and the ghastly nails are staring at him like evil eyes from sockets of bruised red flesh. But Zhou Zishu is smiling, more relaxed than Wen Kexing has ever seen, his hair is a beautiful mess and there’s a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. His gaze travels lower, to where Zhou Zishu’s dick is pressing thick and red against his thigh and he swallows. He wants to lick it, suck on it for hours just to taste his A-Xu’s sweet release. But not today. He has a feeling this still makes Zhou Zishu wary and he wants to give him time to adjust.
“A-Xu”, he whispers instead, “won’t you finally use me?”
This time, Zhou Zishu doesn’t keep him waiting. Quickly, he dives down for a sloppy kiss before lining himself up with Wen Kexing’s hole and pushing in.
Wen Kexing gasps. The slight sting, the pressure, the overwhelming fullness he feels make tiny dots dance in front of his eyes and his heart pounds so loud he’s sure Zhou Zishu must hear it above him. His eyes search Zhou Zishu’s, in desperate need of his full attention and when he finds his lover looking down on him looking absolutely mesmerized he can’t help but reach up and cling to his shoulders tightly.
“Do you- ah- does it feel good, A-Xu? Being inside of me?” Wen Kexing asks, voice shaking and Zhou Zishu leans down to bite at the skin under Wen Kexing’s ear.
“I’ve never felt this alive Lao Wen.”
Wen Kexing wants this night to never end.
Through it, Zhou Zishu fucks him fast and steady, not relenting at all, always keeping up a hungry pace and Wen Kexing prays that he won’t slow down. Soon, his body is so sensitive that he’s trembling like a leaf under his lover, the constant abuse of his prostate sending shocks through his whole being.
Both their cultivation is strong, they could go for hours and hours without stopping, but none of them wants to be patient tonight.
It’s not too long before Wen Kexing comes with tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Zhou Zishu fucks him through it without faltering, hitting that spot again and again and again, until Wen Kexing is utterly spent and oversensitive, jerking desperately under his lover.
“Lao Wen,” Zhou Zishu pants, a shaking hand soothing Wen Kexing’s chest, “can you take a little more?”
The tears are flowing for real now but Wen Kexing nods, frantically, loving the pain from overstimulation and wanting to please his A-Xu fully.
It’s not long before Zhou Zishu comes as well; with a low groan and spasming hips he presses deep into his lover. Wen Kexing pulls his face down to his and presses their noses together; too out of breath to kiss they just share the same air in fucked-out bliss.
They don’t speak much afterwards. Zhou Zishu orders for a bath to be prepared for them as Wen Kexing fixes the bedding so they don’t have to sleep in their own hot mess.
When the bath is ready, Wen Kexing holds his beloved tightly, letting him rest against his chest. The nails should be acting up again, but Zhou Zishu doesn’t complain, just lets Wen Kexing take care of him and leave little kisses on his neck and shoulders. Wen Kexing can’t remember the last time he’s been this happy.
Afterwards, he wraps them both up in a clean, soft blanket and rests Zhou Zishu’s head on his chest. Somehow, this night has made him more vulnerable and shy, so only when they lie in complete darkness he is brave enough to ask.
“A-Xu,” he whispers into his hair, “you know that I am sincere about all the things I’ve ever said about us? I truly want to be with you, for the rest of my days. Will you let me?”
For a moment it’s completely silent in their room. Then Zhou Zishu presses a tiny, featherlight kiss to Wen Kexing’s chest.
“I know I will be happy having Lao Wen by my side until the end of time.”
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