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Xie Lian just bent his head to one side, fascinated, so much so that he completely stopped moving in and out of Hua Cheng.
The ghost was leaning with the back of his head and neck and part of his shoulders against the wall, his arms pulled over his head, his wrist tied to the bed, his black hair scattered everywhere. That blindfold, that lip clamped tightly between his teeth, the eye looking at him as if begging him to keep moving, and Xie Lian hinted an amused smile. He placed the fingers of his hand on his sternum, pushing them into his skin and then slid them down his chest, all the way to his pubes.
Hua Cheng moaned and narrowed his eye, panting. Xie Lian slowly tightened his hand on his erection, barely moving it. He watched as his husband finally parted his lips and let out another moan.
“You’re so… fucking beautiful,” Xie Lian exhaled. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful,” he murmured, still moving slowly on top of him “Look at me when you moan,” he then ordered him.
Hua Cheng moaned once more and his body trembled more violently with pleasure. He obeyed and found himself staring straight into Xie Lian’s eyes, who was looking at him with a lust in his eyes that made him completely helpless, only able to let himself go to his body, to his voice.
Xie Lian moved his hand just a little faster, ran his thumb over his wet tip. He watched as Hua Cheng quivered again and moaned a strangled cry mixed with a couple of muttered words between them.
Hua Cheng didn’t close his eyes as he was ordered and remained fixed on Xie Lian’s. As a reward, he moved his hand one more time and then a little faster, watching him without missing a single grimace.
“I love how obedient you are tonight.”
Hua Cheng tried to badly stifle a half sob and Xie Lian found himself sneering again.
“You make me want to block this orgasm from you even more, San Lang,” he whispered.
The other barely blinked.
“Your… Highness…” he gasped almost in a prayer.
Xie Lian moved his hand faster, still looking straight into Hua Cheng’s eye, seeing every grimace he made as he moaned louder and his body trembled even more.
The prince leaned over him, beginning to kiss him eagerly. The hand that had remained clasped on his buttock until then sank its fingers into his flesh for another moment and then pushed his abandoned leg over his shoulder. Xie Lian did not stop masturbating him and another series of moans crowded his ears again, arousing him again and again.
Hua Cheng tried to move his other leg, but a cloth belt tied to his ankle and the corner of the bed almost immediately blocked his every movement and he let out a cry of frustration as he felt Xie Lian’s hand slow its speed and instinctively tried to move his pelvis.
It was… so close… and stopped… again.
Xie Lian barely giggled, merely pushing himself deeper without moving, causing his husband’s shoulders to slam against the wall, as if to keep him pinned, even more unable to move.
He bit down hard on Hua Cheng’s neck, sank his teeth into his flesh and then sucked greedily, making sure to leave several red marks on his skin. Xie Lian knew how much Hua Cheng loved watching the marks he left on his perfect body, and who was he not to satisfy his own husband whenever he was allowed, to the best of his ability?
Hua Cheng moaned even more and his body writhed under Xie Lian’s again.
“Did you really think I would make you come so soon, my beloved?” he whispered in his ear “Why should I? You’re so hot when you moan and groan…”
Hua Cheng gasped and nodded, not sure why he had done it, but he couldn’t think of anything but Xie Lian’s hot body against his own, his hard erection still inside him, his hands and mouth everywhere on his own skin.
And his voice! Hua Cheng could (and already had) come just by hearing him speak, by hearing those whispers in his ears, those words that literally drove him crazy with pleasure. Xie Lian did not move his hand away from his erection, he continued to squeeze it between his fingers and Hua Cheng moved his pelvis against his hand again.
“Your Highness…” he sobbed again “Don’t… don’t…”
Xie Lian resumed kissing him and then looked languidly into his eyes.
“What, my beloved?”
“I… can’t do this… please…” mumbled the ghost, panting heavily.
The prince bit Hua Cheng’s lip and went down the opposite side of his neck, resuming biting it and moving slowly out and into his body.
“I know you can do it, San Lang,” Xie Lian replied in a whisper, “You’re always so good at satisfy my every whim.”
Hua Cheng gasped out a half-hearted sob, so aroused that he could only have come with a puff on his own erection. He bit his lip again, unable to think of anything but Xie Lian’s movements inside his own body, slow as torture. He felt it come out almost completely and then push all the way in again, pinning him down and pushing him against the wall each time.
Xie Lian lasciviously licked his neck and moved his hand away from his erection. He placed both hands on his husband’s chest and slid them back to his sides, sinking his nails into his skin, scratching him. Hua Cheng exhaled another choked breath and turned his head to one side, sinking his face into the pillow.
Xie Lian grinned again and grabbed him tightly by the hips and continued to push himself into him. He pulled his pelvis just over his knees, tilting his husband’s body.
“I know you like it, San Lang,” the prince continued, “I know you like it when I fuck you like this. Right… against… your prostate,” he said slowly, preening himself by hitting him exactly where he said with each thrust.
Hua Cheng moaned louder, his body trembling again and his erection getting even harder, dripping some of his cum onto his abdomen.
“Please…” gasped the ghost “Please… don’t… don’t…”
“You don’t have permission yet, San Lang,” Xie Lian interrupted him by pushing faster into him “I want to look at you more. I want to feel you even more.”
Hua Cheng exhaled a growl of frustration, he tried to move his free leg, but Xie Lian pushed him more violently against the wall thrusting into him once more, forcing his body to bend.
“San Lang… San Lang, stay obedient,” Xie Lian scolded him, “Let me take you like I know you can, okay?”
The other closed his eyes and nodded, completely unable to think or comprehend anything other than his husband’s words. He wished…
Nothing. He didn’t want to do anything, really. He just wanted to stay where he was, to feel Xie Lian inside him, to hear his voice, to feel his hands. He just wanted to surrender to him, completely because he was simply wonderful.
He nodded again, moaned a strangled ‘Your Highness’ again that stuck halfway down his throat when Xie Lian slowed the pace of the thrusts inside his body again. Hua Cheng saw him gasp, his chest moving rapidly. He felt Xie Lian’s clawed fingers in his own flesh, the excruciating heat of his skin. Hua Cheng barely opened his lips. He was beautiful. He was beautiful.
Xie Lian slowly came out from inside him and then lay down between his legs, still holding one leg over his shoulder. Hua Cheng mumbled a moan, but Xie Lian ignored it. He rested his head on his thigh, his face turned towards his erection and raised a hand. Xie Lian grazed his testicles, barely squeezing them in hi hand and then looked up at Hua Cheng and another grin spread across his lips.
“Never stop looking at me, my beloved. There’s nothing that turns me on more than seeing how I’m making you enjoy yourself until you lose your mind.”
Hua Cheng felt his breath break in his lungs and nodded without being able to say anything.
Xie Lian pushed Hua Cheng’s pelvis a little higher and soon after sank his face between his buttocks. He licked it, sucked it, slipped his tongue inside it. He pushed his fingers together in his mouth and Hua Cheng tried to remain still, only allowing himself violent tremors and moaned in a way that at any other time he would have it define obscene, but Xie Lian loved hearing him moan and so didn’t hold back from letting him hear everything he wanted to hear.
“Your Highness…” sobbed Hua Cheng at the edge.
His erection was pulling so hard that it hurt, Xie Lian’s fingers still tight around his testicles, his tongue and fingers fucking him with indecent desire. He was going crazy. He was on the verge of insanity.
“Your Highness. I beg you. Please…”
Xie Lian greedily sucked on his opening one last time, continuing to push his fingers out and into him, relentlessly continuing to stimulate him until Hua Cheng was a mixture of trembling and moaning and choked gasps.
Xie Lian looked up at him and said nothing. He looked at him for a very long moment and then took his testicles in his mouth, his hand went up to his erection and resumed masturbating him. Hua Cheng didn’t look away and moaned and groaned without even being able to know how he was still doing it.
“You know what you have to do San Lang”, Xie Lian murmured between sucking and licking.
The fingers inside him suddenly became four and Hua Cheng spasmed with pleasure so violent that it surprised Xie Lian himself.
Hua Cheng bit his lip in blood and said nothing. He could only moan. He didn’t have enough strength to think
. Xie Lian didn’t force it and took his erection in his mouth, pushed his own head forward, taking him all the way, disintegrating every neuron inside his husband’s brain for the umpteenth time.
He stopped again just before he came and Hua Cheng spat a curse between his teeth mixed with an inconsolable sob of pleasure.
But Xie Lian knew he was about to give in. Hua Cheng always gave in at some point, when the pleasure was stronger than everything else, when Xie Lian left him alone with that overwhelming feeling that shook him from head to toe, when even his self-hatred could no longer create resistance, defeated by all of Xie Lian’s words.
Xie Lian settled back between his legs and then kissed him again. His lips were smeared with cum and Hua Cheng couldn’t stop himself from licking them. Xie Lian pushed his tongue into his mouth, making sure not to lose a single drop.
“Taste how good you are, San Lang. The taste of your cum, turns me on. Feeling you in my mouth turns me on. Licking you, turns me on. Sucking you, turns me on. Not making you cum, turns me on,” he murmured on his lips “Look how good and obedient you are today San Lang,” he said again starting to thrust into him again, with more force than before “The Ghost King. Your strength and power completely in my hands. What could be more… stupendous than you right now?”
Xie Lian took it with a little more violence, finding it difficult to control himself, but he didn’t stop. Hua Cheng sobbed again and did not look away, his face distorted into a grimace of pleasure and prayer.
“Please. Please… I can’t do this…”
The rest of the sentence choked in his throat as Xie Lian took him more abruptly, pushing all the way in, until he forgot how to speak again, how to form a meaningful sentence. Hua Cheng felt like he might start crying at any moment, so much so that Xie Lian made him feel overwhelmed.
“By the gods, San Lang,” moaned Xie Lian in response, “I’ve been fucking you for hours and you’re so… fucking tight. You look like you were made just for me. No one else could be as perfect as you are.”
His thrusts became faster, the rhythm more erratic. Xie Lian wanted to surrender himself in turn, but he couldn’t yet. It was not the time.
Hua Cheng released a kind of hoarse growl that made Xie Lian tremble, so much it excited him. In response, he bent Hua Cheng’s head and torso against his thigh, continuing to take him in, and took a bite. Xie Lian sank his teeth into the soft flesh, hard. He wanted to leave marks on him, more than usual. He wanted Hua Cheng to see nothing but Xie Lian all over him the next morning.
Hua Cheng exhaled a half moan loudly, his body trembling again, even more violently than before. Xie Lian bit him again, sucked the skin of his thigh several times, not stopping thrusting into him.
“You are mine, San Lang,” he then told him, returning his gaze, “You are so perfect that you cannot help but belong to me.”
Hua Cheng felt his own face burn so intense was Xie Lian’s gaze, so sincere were his words.
“Yours alone,” he managed to say, “Yours alone, Your Highness.”
“Good boy,” Xie Lian whispered with a half grin, “Good, perfect, obedient boy. There is no one like you in all three kingdoms, San Lang.”
Xie Lian became erect again, settled his leg better on his own shoulder and resumed fucking him, harder and harder, faster and faster, more abruptly than before. Not yet, he told himself. Not yet, he told himself again.
He circled his husband’s erection for the umpteenth time between his fingers. Hua Cheng gasped again.
‘By the gods,’ he thought, ‘Let me come. Let me come. Please, please Your Highness.’
Xie Lian erupted into half laughter and looked back at him, and Hua Cheng realised that he must have really been praying. And who could his prayers reach if not Xie Lian’s very ears?
“I love to see how you enjoy yourself to the point of praying me for an orgasm,” he told him in a somewhat amused tone and Hua Cheng didn’t know what to reply as he no longer understood anything that was happening.
Xie Lian continued to fuck him again and again, pushed him more violently against the wall, scratched his chest again leaving deep red marks, kissed him again until his mouth became so sensitive that he felt sick.
“No one else could make me hot like you,” Xie Lian continued in his ear, “No one makes me enjoy like you, San Lang. No one is so good and tight and obedient and perfect.”
Hua Cheng exhaled yet another sob, unable to do anything else.
“Ah… your moans make me lose control,” he then murmured in a breathy voice “You drive me crazy. I’d like to stay here the rest of my existence fucking you and pleasuring you like this. But you know what would make me enjoy you even more?”
Hua Cheng felt himself at the limit of his own endurance.
“To see you come and lick all the cum off your stomach, San Lang. But first…”
Xie Lian took his chin in one hand and ran a thumb over his lips, with a possession normally unusual for him.
“But first… say what I want to hear you say. And I swear to you that your orgasm will be simply wonderful and your moans can be heard by everyone in the Ghost City.”
And after hours, Hua Cheng finally gave in. It was all too much. He wanted Xie Lian. He wanted to feel him empty inside his body. He wanted to feel his mouth licking him. He wanted it all. Everything.
“I am loved”, he exclaimed loudly “I am worthy of being loved by Your Highness”, he sobbed between his husband’s thrusts “I am worthy of living this life with you.”
Xie Lian exhaled a moan of pleasure, without interrupting their gazes.
“And are you sincere, San Lang?”
“Yes!” exclaimed Hua Cheng loudly, “Yes. Your Highness loves me. And I am worthy of his love. And of his body. And his soul”, he replied in an uncertain whisper broken by groans “Your Highness loves me,” he then exhaled with a sob.
Xie Lian smiled at him and let go of his face. Ah, finally. Finally…
The prince continued to take him in. Xie Lian felt himself nearing his orgasm, he was excited, so excited that he could only hear Hua Cheng’s voice occupying his entire head. He wanted to hear more. Even more, even louder.
“Ah… you’re only making me come with your moans. Aren’t you just perfect?”
Hua Cheng shook his head, unsure of what to feel if not the suffocating pleasure he felt. He exhaled another strangled cry and it was that point that Xie Lian sank violently into him, coming with a hoarse groan that made the ghost’s brain go into complete black-out. Xie Lian thrust again and again and Hua Cheng felt him come again and again. He felt himself being filled by his god, his hot cum inside him, his hands scratching his hips.
The prince trembled and took only a couple of seconds to breathe. Then he came out of him and took him back into his mouth. He sucked him greedily, moved his head faster, pushed his fingers into him again, continuing to stimulate him.
Hua Cheng could no longer reason. He had reached the limit. He felt his body tense up once more and finally…
Finally… he reached his orgasm in his husband’s mouth. He came with a spasm and an inarticulate cry and came with a second spurt on his tongue. Xie Lian didn’t pull away and Hua Cheng trembled again, his orgasm growing more intense by the second.
“Your Highness!” he shouted, throwing his head towards his chest.
Xie Lian ignored him. He sucked him again, making him pull out every drop that was inside his body and Hua Cheng trembled again. He tried to struggle, but Xie Lian pushed his fingers over his prostate once more, causing the breath in his lungs to break, leaving him breathless.
“Your Highness, this is too much…”
But again, Xie Lian pushed his head all the way down until it touched his pubis, and he felt another faint stream of cum on his tongue and another desperate sob.
He pulled away slowly, satisfied. He swallowed what was in his mouth as Hua Cheng watched him do it and then pushed himself back onto his mouth.
“So good, San Lang, so good. I’d like more and more.”
Hua Cheng sobbed between kisses and felt himself close to crying again. He clenched his eyes tightly, feeling them filled with tears, and only then did Xie Lian pull away from him. He untied him from the ropes and the ghost pressed against him, sinking its broken breath against the skin of his neck.
Xie Lian pulled him into an embrace, his husband’s body still trembling with such intensity that it was difficult to hold him still against his own.
“My beloved San Lang,” he whispered in his ear, “You were wonderfully perfect again today.”
“Your Highness…” murmured the ghost his eyes still clenched tightly, his own hands clasped around Xie Lian’s naked body.
“Shh,” whispered the prince starting to stroke his hair, “It’s okay. You were perfect, San Lang. Perfect.”
Hua Cheng obeyed again and said nothing. He felt his body shaken, his mind shattered, every inch of his skin scarred by scratches and bites. He was still panting heavily against his husband’s neck.
“It’s okay,” Xie Lian whispered in calm, deep breaths, “Breathe with me, San Lang. Breathe with me.”
Hua Cheng didn’t need to breathe. Not in a normal day, at least. But when he was having sex with Xie Lian he felt this urge to modify his body.He She was breathing, needing air, his skin was warm and his pulse beat like it did when he was alive.
Xie Lian ran his hand through his husband’s hair again, stroking it gently. Two nights before, Hua Cheng had woken up from a nightmare. Xie Lian had not asked what it was about because he guessed on his own and Hua Cheng had not told him.
The prince had hoped it was just a passing thing, but Hua Cheng’s nightmares often affected him completely. He became shy and quiet, didn’t talk to him, tended to avoid him because he felt guilty about what had happened to Xie Lian.
The first time Xie Lian had used sex to make him realise how much he was loved had been by accident and a world had opened up to him. It was in those moments that Hua Cheng needed a firm hand and gentle words to pull him out of whatever dark tunnel he was in. And it was in those moments that the ghost showed him all its vulnerability, its desire to want to be with Xie Lian, its even more intense need to feel himself loved.
And during those hours, Xie Lian would only focus on him. On every inch of his body. He made him stop thinking, stop reasoning, stop understanding. He would pull every horrible thing Hua Cheng thought about himself out of his head and Xie Lian would replace it with compliments, with words of love, with gestures and care.
And the husband would then repeat out loud what had always been perfectly obvious to Xie Lian. He was worthy of being loved. He was worthy of being by his side. He was worthy of the happiness they built together, day after day.
Slowly Hua Cheng, under the guidance of the prince’s breathing, seemed to calm down. He was still close to him, his eyes closed, but he was already trembling less than before and seemed calmer.
“My beloved San Lang,” Xie Lian murmured again, resting his head on the ghost’s “My beloved husband.”
“Your Highness… it is you who is wonderful,” muttered the other with a dry mouth.
“Only because you grant me the honour of being with you, my beloved. And you are so patient with me, every day.”
Hua Cheng shook his head. He would have liked to tell him that he wanted to do more. That if it were possible, Xie Lian would never even allow him to set foot on the filthy ground. That everything Hua Cheng owned was his, that all he needed to do was look at him and admire him and he was happy.
But even if he wanted to say that, Hua Cheng no longer had the strength, the energy, or the neurons to do so. He felt good. He felt like he was at home.
“Do you want to have something to drink? Do you want me to prepare you a bath?” asked Xie Lian after a few more minutes.
Hua Cheng shook his head.
“I want to stay like this. Forever.”
The other sketched a laugh and nodded.
“Then we’ll stay like this. Forever. What’s the problem?”
Hua Cheng smiled and barely managed to raise his head towards him.
“I love you,” he murmured with his eyes misty from sleep.
“I love you too,” Xie Lian smiled at him as he continued to hold him close.
Hua Cheng pulled the blanket over them and lay back down on top of Xie Lian. He closed his eyes as the other still stroked his hair and kissed his temple.
He fell asleep and knew it would finally be a night without nightmares. Xie Lian would protect him and he knew that he was safe now, safe and sound.
Xie Lian was there.
And that was all he needed to be happy.