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After the whole fiasco that was their love confession, Xie Lian moves in pretty quickly into Hua Cheng’s apartment to begin their new lives together. This time it won’t just be as dom and sub, but as boyfriends. Xie Lian’s blood thrums with a different kind of excitement compared to when he’d come here every other week just for play sessions. They’re romantically involved now. They’re in love with each other. He almost believes that he’s still dreaming.
“Oh, San Lang.” He sighs softly to himself for no other reason than the fact that the man occupies so much of his mind at any given time. This is his first proper romantic relationship since…. well, in any case he’s determined to get this one right. He doesn’t ever want to lose Hua Cheng.
“You called, Gege?” Speak of the devil.
Xie Lian smiles when he feels strong arms snake around his waist, pulling him flush against a larger body.
“San Lang,” He throws his head back against Hua Cheng’s shoulder and sighs that name out again like a prayer. He feels his lover, he’s still giddy over that, press hot kisses against his temple down to his ear.
“Gege,”
Xie Lian groans when that deep baritone purrs against his skin. “Keep that up and your poor coworkers are going to have to hold that meeting without you,” He bites back his whines. Hua Cheng’s hands are not idle in the slightest, creeping up and down his waist the way they are.
The mention of work has the dom growling as he pulls away. “You mean my employees, Gege. The meeting won’t start until I’m there,”
Xie Lian flashes him an empathetic smile. He turns and begins to needlessly straighten out the collar of Hua Cheng’s coat. He finds that his boyfriend looks so breathtaking even in a simple coat tossed over casual clothing.
“Well, we can’t have them waiting too long then. Or else they’ll curse you to hell and back,”
Hua Cheng smirks, “Oh please, Gege. When have I ever been tardy to anything?” That’s true, Xie Lian supposes. He closes his eyes contentedly when Hua Cheng leans down to kiss him on the forehead. Without him realizing, he’d gotten up to his tiptoes to meet his lover half way.
Sometimes Xie Lian feels like a flower stretching up towards the sun to bask in its warmth. That’s how all encompassing Hua Cheng’s love for him feels. He can hardly get enough of it.
Sending Hua Cheng away at the door, Xie Lian can’t help stealing a quick peck on his lips. Giggling at the pleasant look of surprise that blooms across Hua Cheng’s face, Xie Lian bids him one last farewell before running into the apartment.
He’s sitting at his home office, going through his work emails when the realization hit him. He doesn’t know what kind of sub Hua Cheng expects him to be in a committed relationship.
They have been meeting up alternatingly between the club, Xie Lian’s old apartment, and this apartment for months before they figured out that they might want more from each other. During those play sessions, everything was clear cut and easy. Hua Cheng is a very good dom, and Xie Lian isn’t a first time sub. They talked about what they wanted and expected from each other before and after each scene they did. It’s this ease of communication and natural chemistry that first cracked Xie Lian’s guarded heart open to the idea of wanting… more of Hua Cheng.
However, now that they’re officially together nothing feels so simple anymore. Not the love though of course. The love between them feels as easy as breathing. A steady relationship like this isn’t like the scenes they did. He wakes up every day to it already starting. It’s ongoing, constantly. Suddenly, everything feels like it would carry more weight. Before, if Xie Lian messed up during a scene, he and his chosen partner for that evening get to talk about it and do it over next time. If it was really bad then they’d simply stop doing scenes together.
But if he messes up in his relationship with Hua Cheng, what should he do? His only point of reference would be his previous relationship with Jun Wu. Xie Lian shudders at the memory of his last long-term committed relationship. Six years of it almost completely changed him as a person. He still considers the person he was prior to meeting Jun Wu to be lost forever. Hua Cheng might have helped him find some of it back, but there are some things that can’t be returned, and Xie Lian has learned to make peace with that. You gain some and you lose some.
Jun Wu always told him that subs need discipline to be happy. That pleasing their dom pleases them in return. Which were the exact reasons he’d used when he would mete out punishment. Xie Lian never liked pain. He still doesn’t, but he can take it a lot better now after all that Jun Wu has graciously taught him in those six years. But back then, he’d cry and cry, screaming his apologies and begging for things to stop. But his dom would remind him that he’s only helping Xie Lian be a good sub who can please his dom. That he’s ultimately doing this for Xie Lian’s happiness, and that the sub should be thankful.
What has bile climbing up Xie Lian’s throat is that he was grateful. So naive and confused and grateful. That a dom would take the time to guide Xie Lian as he navigates this new world concerning his instincts baked in him as a sub. Sometimes Jun Wu would lose his patience and punish him for reasons that he still can’t fathom until now. But he’s left those questions in the past. He’d rather not let them haunt him now that he’s actually found the courage to date again.
As much as he hated everything about those six years, there’s one thing that Jun Wu wasn’t wrong about. Subs, or maybe it’s just Xie Lian, enjoys pleasing his dom. He wants to be good, obedient and feel like he deserves to be taken care of. Just like those idyllic dom and sub partners portrayed in romance movies. Hua Cheng is nothing like Jun Wu, thankfully. Where Jun Wu would have withheld affection when he feels like Xie Lian hasn’t been good enough, Hua Cheng would liberally shower him in attention and praise for seemingly just breathing.
He cannot help but wonder where the line is for him to pass in order to earn his new dom’s grace. Conversely, where is the line that he must avoid to not incite his dom’s ire? In all his years of living and throughout all his experiences doing scenes, Xie Lian has discovered that for him, punishments might not be as pleasant as rewards, but they are still necessary for him to maintain his peace of mind. If a transgression goes unpunished, the guilt of displeasing his dom would weigh heavily in the pit of his gut, making it hard for him to eat or sleep.
That’s why despite not liking pain, Xie Lian would still crawl back to Jun Wu and ask for punishment when he believes he’s done something wrong. Jun Wu never tells him when he breaks the rules. His rules were always vague and at times contradicting each other. They seemed to change based on the dom’s mood at the time. Xie Lian is committed to remembering them, but an irate Jun Wu would often leave him doubting himself. Wondering if he even remembered any of it correctly as he’s made to take more painful punishment. Xie Lian learned fairly quickly that he had a higher chance of being a good sub if he committed to reading his dom’s shifting moods instead. Xie Lian usually picked up on the dom’s displeasure by observing the decrease in affection being offered to him.
When he was still healing from the breakup with Jun Wu, he’d never taken a single punishment since. Not a serious one at least. There were some doms that he’d done scenes with who told him “this is your punishment”, but to Xie Lian, they hardly felt like punishment. Aren’t punishments supposed to be painful? Or at the very least unpleasant enough so that the sub knows not to repeat the transgression. But those were one time only scenes, so he didn’t bother to explain how he felt about that.
Hua Cheng is the only dom he’d felt enough chemistry with to meet up again and again. But so far, Hua Cheng has never administered punishment to him. Not that Xie Lian had ever given him a reason to. Hua Cheng would always explain what he expects during that scene, and Xie Lian has never felt burdened to follow them. Sometimes he gets the distinct feeling that the dom keeps a keen eye on his state or mood, because on days when he was tired, they never did anything too taxing. Hua Cheng never asks him for more than what he could give, and that just makes Xie Lian want to give the dom his all.
Xie Lian sits back against his cushy desk chair and sighs. He trusts Hua Cheng with everything he is. That part is pretty implicit with the many scenes they’ve enjoyed together up until now. The thought of such activities make Xie Lian’s legs press a little tighter. He banishes those erotic images away and turns back to his computer. He makes a mental note to discuss ground rules with Hua Cheng later. Especially since he now lives under the dom’s roof. From there he can broach the topic of punishments.
…
It’s four days later and unfortunately between demanding work hours and simple exhaustion, the thought of rules and discussing punishments has slipped Xie Lian’s mind completely. The pair haven’t even been intimate. Xie Lian realizes that he might have moved in too abruptly after agreeing to be Hua Cheng’s committed lover and sub, but they were too lost in euphoria to take work responsibilities into consideration when making these decisions. There was a reason they only ever met up to scene once every other week.
Xie Lian is almost swaying on his feet by the time he’s done with the day’s work. It’s his turn to work at the office today while his coworker does her work from home. The digital clock on the wall glares right at him with a silent accusation that has his gut lurching. It’s 10:45 p.m. If he runs he might just make it to the station in time to catch the last train home. He looks down at his phone and sees a dozen messages from his lover.
Oh no.
He forgot to inform Hua Cheng that he’ll be home late today. He’s not yet used to having to tell anyone about what time he’ll be home. The last time he did so was when he was still living with Jun Wu. But that was four years ago. Jun Wu would make him sleep on the balcony if he broke curfew without asking for permission a few hours earlier. He said that Xie Lian returning home too late left him so worried that he couldn’t eat.
Xie Lian’s face blanches. Has Hua Cheng eaten dinner? Has he gone to bed? He’s not waiting up for Xie Lian is he? Oh god please no no no. He’d hate it if he made his dom worry. His heart twists at the thought of displeasing him. He already feels like crying. His bag is barely zipped up before he’s bolting out of the office building.
He reaches home an hour later. A quarter to midnight. He’s panting, his hair is wind swept, his face is red and his bag is hanging off to the side. His outward appearance being the perfect mirror image of the storm he feels inside. He doesn’t bother fixing anything however, because he’s already halfway through the living room. The mounting anxiety has him flinging his work bag and coat on the couch. He’ll put them away properly later. He first has to make sure that his lover has-
“Welcome home, Gege.”
Xie Lian squeaks, all dignity forgotten when he whirls around and sees Hua Cheng leaning languidly against the dining room entrance. He’s clad in his deep red silk bedwear, arms crossed and smiling wearily. Xie Lian’s fingers twist into knots as he awaits for the smile to drop. For a scolding. For questions at least. If he blinks, he can somewhat make out Jun Wu’s piercing cold gaze staring him down in his mind’s eye.
“If you’re hungry, I have dinner set out for you. Why don’t you go and change while I heat it up, hm?” Hua Cheng’s crooning velvety voice greets him like the warm midday sun, banishing Jun Wu’s iciness away. Feeling like his tongue is glued to the roof of his mouth, Xie Lian opts to nod silently before slinking away to their shared bedroom.
Throughout the short duration of his shower and change of clothes, Xie Lian’s mind doesn’t shut up. He keeps thinking about the fact that Hua Cheng had made him dinner, and he’d left his lover to eat alone. He saw the laptop on the dining table. Hua Cheng had stayed up past his bedtime waiting for him to come home. And not to forget that weary smile… He must have had a long day too. Xie Lian feels it hard to breathe with the lump of guilt lodged firm in his throat. He doesn’t know if he could even eat.
He quietly pads over to the dining room and sees his dom reading something on his laptop. A quick peek towards the living room tells him that Hua Cheng must have taken his bag and coat back to his home office. The lump in his throat grows and threatens to choke him completely.
“San Lang,” He calls out feebly. That finally takes his lover’s attention off the computer screen.
“Oh, Gege.” Hua Cheng smiles. “Come come. Let’s eat,” He gestures Xie Lian over as he stands up to arrange the plates on the table. Xie Lian freezes. Hua Cheng didn’t eat dinner without him. Hua Cheng hadn’t even eaten anything.
“San Lang-gege…,” He whimpers. Prior to dating, the one thing that has been set up is that Xie Lian calling him San Lang-gege means a request to start a scene. If Hua Cheng wants to initiate something, then he’d call him LianLian or baby.
Hua Cheng’s brows rise slightly. “What do you need, baby?” That is the phrase Hua Cheng uses to give his consent in participating. If Hua Cheng isn’t in the mood he would reply with a simple “Not now, baby.” Though up until now Xie Lian has never had Hua Cheng deny his request for a scene yet.
He squirms under that expectant stare. He doesn’t know how to broach the subject of punishments. But he feels like he deserves one after what he’d put his dom through today. He really hates that he forgot to bring this up before he’d gone and blundered. With Jun Wu, it seemed like all he had to do was make his way with his tail tucked between his legs for the dom to understand what he needed. He always seemed aware of when Xie Lian did anything wrong.
“...want to make San Lang-gege happy,” He settles with that. He shuffles his weight between one foot and the other, hands tangled together nervously. He feels Hua Cheng’s attentive gaze take him in from head to toe, appreciating the sight of the sub in his rosy white satin sleeping robe. “Come here.”
Xie Lian is quick to obey. He always is. He follows his dom’s lead, settling down to kneel at his feet by the dining table. He loves this position. From this low vantage point, it feels like Hua Cheng looms large and protective over him. Like all of him is served up on a platter for his dom to consume, enjoy, and care for. He feels vulnerable and safe at the same time. Here, all he has to be is obedient and good, and his dom will award him accordingly.
He preens when a large, warm hand settles in his hair. Gently combing through it and occasionally gripping firm to squeeze a few sounds out of him. Hua Cheng knows that Xie Lian is not a fan of pain, but hair pulling is in the green to yellow territory and they play around with it from time to time. The hand in his hair guides him to inch closer between his dom’s legs, allowing him to rest his head on a soft inner thigh. Xie Lian feels his shoulders sagging limply. He can barely keep his eyes open.
“My poor baby.” The deep croon makes him shiver. He hums weakly to show his attention. “You had such a long day, didn't you? I know you haven’t had anything to eat since lunchtime.” Xie Lian pouts to hide the way his bottom lip quivers. He can feel tears pricking in his eyes. His dom is still thinking about him and his well-being. Even forgoing dinner himself.
“Now, you said you want to make me happy, right?” Xie Lian holds back a whine at the loss of the warm hand entangled in his hair. But he nods anyway. “Yes, San Lang-gege.”
“Then you will eat what I feed you.”
That has Xie Lian sitting up at attention. Feeding? That is… wholly domestic. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting but it’s not this. He watches with curious wide eyes as his San Lang-gege holds a bowl of rice in one hand and chopsticks in the other. His dom has such a serene look on his face. As if providing food for his sub gratifies him somehow. Xie Lian supposes that if he feels comforted by being taken care of, Hua Chend would naturally feel the same by being the one in charge of care.
“Keep looking at me like that and vegetables won’t be what you’ll be eating with your rice tonight.” He hears his dom warn darkly. Xie Lian shudders, thighs clenching tight as he fights the wet trickle leaking out of him. He wonders what his San Lang-gege meant by that? What did he even do?
“Open your mouth.”
Xie Lian lets the command wash over him. It tingles beneath his skin before settling warm in his belly. His mouth plops open compliantly to accept the serving of rice, followed closely by savory fried mushroom and veggies. The temperature is just right and the flavors all melt on his taste buds. Each mouthful that he eats is accompanied by praise from his generous dom.
“Good boy,”
“You’re eating so well,”
“That’s my good baby,”
Xie Lian doesn’t even realize that he’s crying until he feels wetness on the back of his hands that rest on his thighs. He gasps and scrambles to find somewhere to hide his face. With nothing but hard cold wood surrounding him from the sides and from below, the panicked sub ends up burying his face in the one soft and warm place he can reach.
Whether or not Hua Cheng considers it unfortunate that that place ended up being right against his clothed crotch is anyone’s guess. Xie Lian is too occupied choking down sobs to give it a second thought. He hears the soft clink of cutlery being gently placed back onto the table. Next, he feels a large hand return to petting his head in slow soothing strokes.
“Shh, you worked hard today. I’m so proud of you, LianLian.”
Xie Lian can’t help but anticipate the hand on his head to harden. To pull him back and smack him a bit for not having the mind to contact home and tell his dom that he’d stay out late. The very evident lack of anger or frustration makes him feel worse. The guilt grows and grows and threatens to eat him alive.
Hua Cheng continues to comfort him, just like that until his sobs slowly taper out into soft hiccups. He’s so tired all of a sudden. The exhaustion that he’d set aside in favor of rushing home has finally caught up to him. His mind feels like it’s submerged in molasses. One moment he’s kneeling between his dom’s legs, and the next moment he’s already tucked in bed with Hua Cheng calling his name to get him out of his subspace.
“San Lang,” He whimpers, muffled into his dom’s chest. Then he feels a tender press of lips on his forehead, followed closely by a deep reverberating hum. One hand is secure around his waist, while the other is still playing idly in his hair. Xie Lian feels so loved.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He feels more so than hears the prompt as the vibrations run through his entire body from the top of his head, pausing to swirl in his belly, before trickling down to the tips of his toes. He knows that it’s best to address it, especially since it appears to worry Hua Cheng.
But Xie Lian is apprehensive. He is not sure if he has all the right words to articulate what that whole thing was about. Hua Cheng knows of Jun Wu, but Xie Lian has never gotten around to divulging any details about what took place during those 6 years of serious dating. Not even his best friends Feng Xin and Mu Qing know what happened.
They are memories that Xie Lian has resolved to leave behind. To forget them in order for him to move forward and regain some semblance of normalcy. It took him a while but, especially since meeting Hua Cheng, Xie Lian feels like he’s really found a comfortable little nook in life. A place where he can be free of those nightmares. However, try as he might, there will always be little rips and tears here and there in his comfort bliss land. Potholes on the road that he has not quite learnt how to walk around yet.
And whenever he trips, he always finds himself back there. In the nightmare that refuses to leave him be. Haunting him like a malicious ghost bent on sabotaging any attempts he gives at happiness. Being with Hua Cheng is his happiness. But he’s grossly underestimated how distressing this state of confused limbo he finds himself once again trapped in.
Where are the hard lines? Where are the signs for him to follow? Back with Jun Wu, it had seemed like the lines and the signs were constantly shifting, leading him down the wrong paths and earning him his dom’s disappointment. With Hua Cheng… Their relationship is still quite new, but Xie Lian has the distinct feeling that Hua Cheng would indulge him in anything and be quick to forgive his mistakes. He’s already doing it now. Staying up for hours to wait for Xie Lian, preparing meals for Xie Lian, missing meals for Xie Lian, even going as far as to feed Xie Lian despite the sub having made him wait with zero communication.
He bites his tongue when he realizes that he hates it. While Jun Wu seemed to enjoy letting him fumble about blindfolded across landmine filled grounds, Hua Cheng on the other hand seems to prop him up. Content to allow him to walk ahead as he pleases when it’s a matter that doesn't involve their bedroom activities, or when it doesn’t involve Xie Lian’s self care.
Xie Lian hates it.
He hates the lack of structure. The gray area. The zones where he’s made to figure out what to do next all by himself. He feels like an untethered kite at the mercy of fickle winds.
At work, he can spearhead a project no problem. He can lead the next creative endeavor into new frontiers. But in his personal life he craves stability. He craves the grounding comfort that comes from knowing what’s coming. From knowing if he had stepped out of line. From knowing what to do to make it better when he does. He craves the reassurance and peace of mind that rules bring him. The all encompassing state of calm that welcomes him when he scenes with Hua Cheng and does a good job.
He craves all of that. The strict San Lang-gege he’s gotten to know in bed.
That’s why ‘San Lang-gege…,’ was the first thing out his mouth when he was distressed earlier. He wants his dom to take the reins. He wants to be at his San Lang-gege’s mercy, under his careful guidance. He hates feeling so lost.
Gentle fingers massage the side of his jaw, teasing out the tenseness there. This pulls Xie Lian out of his mess of thoughts and back to the reality before him. To Hua Cheng’s beautiful face, marred with concern that sits heavy on the curve of his brows.
“I…,” Xie Lian blurts out awkwardly. He turns his gaze away towards the lamp on their bedside table. He cannot bear the guilt he feels when he looks at his dom’s face for too long. Thus, he opts to tug at Hua Cheng’s arm as he leans on to his back. His dom seems apprehensive at first. Ever watchful eyes scrutinizing Xie Lian’s intentions with utmost care. But Xie Lian doesn’t stop fussing and tugging until he has his dom resting his full weight on top of him, crushing him like a warm weighted blanket.
“Sleep?” He asks plaintively. The imploring tone doesn’t escape the dom’s notice, implicitly telling him that his dear beloved needs an out. Hua Cheng sighs and resettles himself so that his head rests comfortably on his sub’s chest. “Sleep.” He acquiesces. The subsequent rumble that vibrates through Xie Lian’s whole body has him sighing in relief. He goes pliant underneath his dom, and lets sleep spare him a few more hours of having to address the elephant in the room.
However, sleep is not his friend that night. Sleep brings along dreams, no, nightmares. From the memories that he’s been trying to keep locked up in the back of his mind. Memories he’s suppressed for years to allow space for happiness and peace.
That night, Xie Lian dreams of Jun Wu. He dreams of long hours bound and blindfolded, forced to spend the night on the balcony in winter. He dreams of every electric strike of the whip that targeted all his cuts and bruises. He dreams of the horror he felt when a sharp cutting pain exploded from deep inside of him, followed by a trickle of blood down his thighs staining the bedsheets in the crimson red of his misbehavior.
He dreams of the very moment when he had felt something inside of him break into a million pieces, lost to him forever.
It took him years, but he has since learnt that whatever it is that he’d had with Jun Wu is not love. Not how normal doms treat their subs. Not how any human deserves to be treated.
What does that make me, then? Xie Lian used to wonder. I’ve allowed myself to be treated like that for more than half a decade.
Xie Lian jolts awake, his consciousness ripped violently away from the tendrils of sleep as if his mind is trying to save him from Jun Wu’s clutches even now. Even when he has his beloved’s protective arms and whole body squishing him into the mattress.
His breathing is labored as if he had been running all night. He’s soaked in sweat and his heartbeat is deafening in his ears. Even with his eyes wide open he can still almost make out the look of pure sadistic glee on Jun Wu’s face as he taunts and degrades him.
Xie Lian squirms to get away, but he’s trapped. He can’t move! His legs kick and he can feel something pressing incessantly against his waist. Something large and hard. His breath hitches and his eyes water. He opens his mouth to cry for help but no sound comes out. His mouth is too dry. His tongue won’t move to pronounce words.
San Lang. San Lang. San Lang!
He worldlessly screams for his beloved. His head tosses side to side in a feeble attempt to throw the larger man off of him. His hips buck, his legs kick, his hands wriggle. Anything to help him find air. He needs air. He can’t breathe. He-
“Hey hey hey, shh.”
A groggy deep voice pierces through his panic. San Lang!
“Shh, Gege, calm down. What’s going on?”
The weight on his chest leaves him, but the suffocation does not.
“Gege, can you breathe for me?”
He feels a large warm hand take his, and brings it to a sturdy bare chest.
“Copy me, Gege.”
Xie Lian gets his first burst of cool air into his heavy lungs.
“That’s it. You’re so good. Again, deeply now. In…, out, yes darling just like that,”
He feels a kiss pressed firm against his sweaty forehead. Trailing down to his quivering lashes and then to his cheeks, sticky and salty with streaks of tears. The praises don’t stop. Same goes for the breathing. Every successful breath earns him a kiss and a string of praises pressed directly onto his skin. Jun Wu would never do this.
“San Lang!” He sobs brokenly.
Another kiss greets his throat, right over his voice box.
“Yes, my love?”
But Xie Lian possesses no mind for coherency. “San Lang! San Lang!” He croaks and cries pathetically. His hands claw at Hua Cheng’s shoulders almost in fear that the dom would evaporate and leave him.
“I need you,” He begs.
“You have me,” His dom answers just as fiercely.
Suddenly, Xie Lian’s world spins as Hua Cheng gathers him into his arms and lays on his back so that he’s cradling the sub close against his chest. Xie Lian uses this opportunity to scramble into a straddle, legs spread wide across his dom’s waist. He leans down to capture his beloved’s lips in a sound fervent kiss. The kiss is wild and messy. Teeth, tongue and gums bump clumsily into each other in something that looks more like a rough press of two mouths rather than any act of pure love. It’s desperate, it’s animalistic, it’s salty with Xie Lian’s tears.
“San Lang-gege,” Xie Lian gasps when the pair finally pull away. “San Lang-gege, take me.”
He whines and shifts his hips in a slow grinding motion when he receives no answer from his beloved. Large hands encircle his waist and halt any further movement. This time he full on sobs.
“San Lang-gege…, please don’t be mean.”
Hua Cheng has a grim expression on his face, “What do you need, baby?” His voice rumbles in a resounding baritone. Is it because of sleep? Anger? Desire? Xie Lian can’t tell. He doesn’t care.
“Fuck me,” He breathes out raggedly. “Fuck me, fuck me, take me. Make it hu-” The word snags on the tip of his tongue. Make it hurt, he wanted to say. Rewrite the pain he taught this body. Xie Lian can gladly take any pain as long as it’s from his beloved. Any pain that can disconnect him from that person.
He feels his dom’s gaze burn fiercely on his skin. It’s as if those eyes can penetrate his armor and see the softest, most vulnerable parts of him tucked away carefully behind layers of bone and sinew. He feels naked, in the most intimate sense. He feels seen, in the most invasive sense. He feels loved…, in the most ferocious sense.
The unfaltering attention sets him ablaze. He feels so warm inside and out. Once again, Hua Cheng effortlessly chases away any remaining chill that creeps inside his heart from his time with Jun Wu. Once again, Hua Cheng is saving him.
“You want me to hurt you, baby?”
Xie Lian’s heart twists, his lungs threaten to lock up.
Hua Cheng sits up, strong arms moving to cage his sub against him to make sure that he cannot run away.
“We’ve never talked about pain play before. Don’t you hate pain?”
His dom’s gruff voice caressing the shell of his ear causes him to shudder. His thighs tighten their hold on his beloved’s waist when he feels the telltale trickle of something wet flowing down his hole. Being held in this position means that all of Xie Lian’s senses are drowned in Hua Cheng. He can smell his dom’s scent, warm and heady from a long night’s sleep beneath the covers. His fingers delight in the naked expanse of his dom’s smooth skin. His ears are pressed so close that he can hear his dom’s steady heartbeat and measured breathing. His tongue still carries the taste of his dom’s kiss. His eyes feast on the sharp look of displeasure on his dom’s handsome face.
He is so in love. His body is reacting before he can come up with a proper thought. All he knows is that if he loses himself in his lover, he won’t have to think of anything else. He won’t have to think about him. His thighs tense and relax as he squirms at the increasing wetness between his legs. A heavy handed slap on his ass breaks him out of his haze. He gasps out a low throaty moan, before falling limp on his beloved’s broad chest. The slap was so powerful that it jolted his body forwards, causing his sensitive clit to rub against Hua Cheng’s clothed crotch. He could almost cry again from the electric pleasure that courses through him.
But he’s given no reprieve when a large hand grips a fistful of hair and pulls him away from his beloved’s warm inviting body. His breath hitches when he looks up and sees his dom’s face twisted in a deep scowl, eyes blazing with a ferocious fire that threatens to consume Xie Lian whole.
“You’re trying to use me to hurt yourself. Are you expecting some sort of punishment? Am I such a bad dom that my poor sub has to administer punishments himself now?”
There is no mistaking the anger in that hardened tone. Xie Lian whimpers and attempts to shrink back, but the firm hand in his hair prevents his cowardly retreat.
“Answer me, baby. What is this punishment for? We’ve just begun living with each other and I don’t remember ever laying down any rules for you to follow yet.”
Tears stream down Xie Lian’s face, but no amount of whines can move his dom. The severe expression on his face tells him there is no mercy to be given here. Xie Lian sighs shallowly as he musters up all his breath to tell his beloved, through hiccupped stutters, about what had been expected of him back when he was dating Jun Wu. He watches in growing trepidation as his dom’s face darkens considerably throughout his story.
His gut churns violently when Hua Cheng’s frown lifts into a sharp cold sneer. “And here I thought I was being considerate of how busy my baby has been these few weeks by not setting any rules to follow so that he has time to readjust to the new living arrangement.” He barks out in spine chilling laughter. He is furious beyond measure. Xie Lian gulps.
“All this time I thought that I’ve been taking good care of my sub,” Hua Cheng growls. “But it turns out that my baby is following the rules of another dom while demanding punishments from me,” Xie Lian’s heart weeps when his dom keeps going. “I’ve been such a bad dom. I’ve allowed my baby to think that he still belongs to that old scum.”
Xie Lian tries to shake his head to negate him, but the hand in his hair tightens its hold to the point of it being painful. The sharp sting has his eyes welling up with a fresh batch of tears, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut.
“You sleep next to me while you think of another. You ask me for sex while thinking of another.” Hua Cheng brings their faces closer together until their foreheads are touching. “Tell me this, my sweet baby.” The gentle croon does nothing to alleviate the anxiety that takes root in Xie Lian’s throat. “Who do you belong to?”
Xie Lian opens his mouth to answer, but as the words make their slow crawl around the large lump in his throat, Hua Cheng loses patience. Another heavy slap lands stingingly on his ass, on the same tender spot as before. Xie Lian cries wetly when his hips are once again pushed forwards and rub harshly against the growing bulge in his lover’s pants.
“San Lang-gege,” He moans breathily.
“San Lang-gege what?” Hua Cheng demands.
Xie Lian loses the ability to form words when three consecutive slaps rain down on his aching ass cheek. He hates pain, but for some reason when it’s from Hua Cheng, he’s not so scared of it anymore. Even angry as he is, a part of Xie Lian is confident that Hua Cheng would never take it too far.
His world shifts once more and suddenly Xie Lian feels exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. He’s on his hands and knees with his sleeping robes pulled up and his panties pulled all the way down and off. He whimpers when he feels his dom’s hungry heated gaze on his most sensitive twitching area. He could swear that he hears his dom say something that sounds like “Beautiful”, but his mind is occupied when a hand taps commandingly at his thighs, wordlessly telling him to spread his legs apart further.
“Does thinking about that freak make you this wet, baby?”
A finger gently prodding at his moist folds has him gasping. But a gasp isn’t the answer that his dom is asking for. The gentle finger prod is replaced with a harsh slap right against his quivering pussy.
Xie Lian screams.
His body convulses and his limbs threaten to fail beneath his weight as he’s hit with a violent wave of his first orgasm in weeks.
“Answer me.” Hua Cheng growls. Xie Lian shudders when a wet hand comes to rest on his reddened and sensitive ass cheek. The act feels as though it aims to soothe, but the way those fingers intermittently squeeze on his flesh tells him that it could just be as likely that his dom is appreciating the mark he’s branded there. Xie Lian barely has it in himself to collect enough wit to choke out his dom’s desired reply. “No,”
Another wet slap rings in the air as his dom’s large hand meets his pussy harshly. “I didn’t hear you, baby.” Xie Lian wants to sob. He can feel his pussy juices trickle down his thighs and pool in the sheets below. His swollen pussy lips twitch and close around nothing, leaving him feeling bereft and empty.
“No, I only… g-get wet t-thinking… about San Lang-gege.” His ragged sobbing pitches into a sharp yelp when another slap greets his poor pussy. He’s going to dehydrate with all this moisture he’s losing on both ends.
“And who do you belong to?”
Xie Lian’s hips almost drop onto the mattress at his beloved’s delicious domineering voice, but another harsh slap on his abused ass cheek keeps them up obediently.
“To San Lang-gege.” He replies in feeble supplication. He can feel a familiar haze nudging at the edge of his consciousness. The soft cloudy comfort of subspace. All he can think about right now is wanting to be good for his dom. Wanting to be obedient. Wanting to please.
“Who takes care of you?”
Another harsh slap on his pussy has him pitching forwards slightly. “San Lang-gege!” He cries in answer.
“Who does your pain belong to?”
Another slap. Another sharp cry of “To San Lang-gege!”
“Who does your pleasure belong to?”
Another slap. This time, Hua Cheng’s open palm rubs against his sensitive weeping pussy lips. If Xie Lian is any more lucid, he might be able to pick up on the borderline sadistic glee in his dom’s voice. But he’s not, so he can only moan pathetically in answer. “To San Lang-gege,”
All of a sudden, Xie Lian finds himself on his back with his legs spread wide open to accommodate the irate dom looming over him between his thighs. He hisses when his heated red ass cheek makes contact with the wetness from his spilled pussy juices on the sheets. His heart stops for a split second when he sees Hua Cheng lazily stroking his hard fat cock with one hand. His breath quickens when he takes in the angry looking thing. The turgid veins and swollen head make it look like it’s in pain. He shivers when a drop of precum lands on his clit, and watches rapt as a continuous stream of pre flows out of the tip and down to his dom’s heavy balls. What he’d give to lick it clean.
Out of nowhere, a hand shoots forward to grip his jaw harshly. Forcing him to tear his gaze away from his beloved’s beautiful cock. He looks up and is greeted with the equally if not more breathtaking sight of Hua Cheng smirking down at him knowingly. Typically, Xie Lian would feel shy right now at being caught staring so intently. But he’s so wet and needy that all he can come up with is an indignant whine at being denied what he obviously wants so badly.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” The smugness in that tone makes Xie Lian want to pout. But he’s too frustrated to play coy games.
“Want San Lang-gege.” He says directly. But Hua Cheng is not one to be underestimated. “You already have me, baby. I’m right here, aren’t I?”
Xie Lian wants to cry now. “No,” He whines in a huffy tone. His eyes dart back down to the large hand still lazily stroking at the engorged cock. He mentally notes how even San Lang-gege’s fingers barely touch when he’s fully wrapped around that fat girth. His mouth waters.
“Want San Lang-gege’s cock. Want San Lang-gege’s cum,” He pouts forlornly in longing. “Please, San Lang-gege.”
This time Hua Chen’s smirk stretches into a full grin. But it loses none of the sadistic elation from earlier. If anything, that note seems to grow more prominent.
“Since my baby begged so prettily, how could I refuse?”
Xie Lian’s body tenses in anticipation when he sees Hua Cheng bring the tip of his fat cockhead into contact with Xie Lian’s own needy clit. The large hand that had been lazily stroking up until now picks up its pace and his dom starts to fuck into that hand in earnest. Hua Cheng’s deep ragged breathing has Xie Lian’s breaths following the same rhythm. His thighs subconsciously spread wider to open his pussy up for the intrusion that he’s sure will come at any moment now-
Hua Cheng groans loud and guttural as he pulls his cock away from Xie Lian’s clit and spills his hot load all over the sub’s belly. Xie Lian cries in earnest distress. All that cum, wasted! Load after load spills forth and stains his skin in milky pearlescent white. Some of the splatter goes as far up as his nipples and collarbone.
The sub starts sobbing again when he sees the lazy sated look in his dom’s eyes. How dare he! Fat tears blur his vision as shaky hands reach over to scoop the cum on his belly. Only for those hands to be slapped away.
“San Lang-gege!” He cries out.
“I gave you my cum, didn’t I?” Hua Cheng answers smugly, panting softly as he does so. “It’s more than you deserve, don’t you agree?”
Xie Lian’s belly minutely quivers when a hand reaches down to massage the cum into his skin, dragging it here and there as if spreading butter on toast.
“You’ve been such a naughty boy.” His dom starts. Xie Lian shrinks at the admonishment. “Living under my roof, as my sub. My dearest beloved, you dare to adhere to the rules of another dom?”
Xie Lian can only weakly cry when those hands begin to massage the cum against his perky nipples. His mind is foggy with how much he’s being lathered in his San Lang-gege’s scent. He manages to shake his head in a wordless no.
“What do you have to say for yourself, baby?”
Xie Lian opens his mouth to answer, but his mouth is immediately invaded by two large fingers that deposit dollops of cum right on his tongue. He moans throatily, soft pillowy lips quickly closing around those fingers before they can pull away so that he can suck all the cum that has been so generously offered. His throat and tongue work in tandem in order to extract as much of it as possible.
The suckling motion on the fingers causes his dom to moan as well. Xie Lian’s heart leaps in glee when he feels the telltale press of his dom’s large throbbing shaft against his thigh. The rest of the fingers on that hand are all dirty with cum still, and streaks of it smear onto Xie Lian’s cheeks and jaw.
He whines softly when those fingers eventually leave him. His pussy tightens around nothing as his whole body grieves the loss. Judging by the predatory look in Hua Cheng’s eyes, that action had not escaped his attention. Xie Lian shivers when Hua Cheng brings his cock head down to rub teasingly against his opening. He jerks his hip slightly in an attempt to goad it in, but to no avail.
Frustration builds, and he’s this close to just tackling his dom onto the bed to take what he wants. But that wouldn’t make him a good sub. That wouldn’t make him his San Lang-gege’s good baby. He wants to be good. He wants to make his San Lang-gege happy.
“San Lang-gege…,”
He hears Hua Cheng grunt in response. He could moan from that sound alone. He watches as Hua Cheng’s heated gaze go from being transfixed on his quivering wet pussy up to his teary wet eyes.
“I’m s-sorry I-... I don’t w-want J-Ju… him. I-I only want San Lang-gege,”
He sees the moment when those eyes soften ever so slightly. Hua Cheng wipes his dirty hands on the sheets somewhere at the side before leaning forward and down to his elbows. This position cages Xie Lian beneath his body, but also means that Hua Cheng’s hard cock is pressing against his clit and lower belly. The pair both hiss at the contact, but once again lose themselves in each other’s eyes as their gazes meet intimately at the shortened distance.
Now with the tips of their noses almost brushing against one another’s, Hua Cheng’s voice drops to a tender whisper.
“He hurt you really bad, didn’t he?”
Xie Lian frowns. He doesn’t like remembering the things that happened with that man. But his dom asked a question, so he will be good and comply.
“Yes.”
The answer earns him a warm lingering kiss on his forehead. They are so close together that they are breathing the same air. If Xie Lian strains his ears he could probably pick out how their heartbeats seemingly thump thump thump in sync too. He never has these moments with Jun Wu, but Xie Lian is done thinking about that man. At least not here, not now. Hua Cheng is nothing like his ex.
When Hua Cheng pulls away from his kiss, Xie Lian is shocked to see the dark swirl of several unnameable emotions in his dom’s eyes. Boldly, he tilts his head up to press a quick kiss on his beloved’s lips. He observes as the swirl of emotion increase in their turbulence. The arms caging him suddenly gather him up and he finds himself tucked in close against Hua Cheng’s broad chest as the pair lean onto their side.
“Such a good baby,”
He hears his dom whisper into his messy bed hair. He feels a kiss pressed on the top of his head as well.
“You were only asking for comfort from me, weren’t you?”
Xie Lian isn’t sure if that question was asked rhetorically or not, so he keeps silent and allows Hua Cheng to caress and kiss him in slow gentle movements.
“I thought that setting out rules for you right after your move in with me would only overwhelm you. But now I see that it was my mistake,”
Xie Lian wants to look up at his dom. He wants to see what kind of expression could accompany such a vulnerable tone of voice. But a firm hand on the back of his head keeps him tucked close against Hua Cheng’s beating heart.
“I am sorry, baby. I failed you,”
This time Xie Lian wiggles harder to free himself. “No,” He says, muffled into that bare chest. “San Lang-gege is too good for LianLian. San Lang-gege always takes care of LianLian,”
However, that only earns him a short tug on his hair.
“My dear beloved, don’t say nonsense.” Hua Cheng chides. Xie Lian pouts. “San Lang-gege said nonsense first…,”
This time he hears his dom huff out in gentle laughter. The arms around him slacken slightly, enough for him to pull away and look up at the tender look on Hua Cheng’s face. The look of pure love. Pure love for Xie Lian.
Xie Lian feels his body flush in all-consuming heat. He’s suddenly very aware of the way Hua Cheng’s throbbing erection rests heavily against his thigh, and his pussy gushes out a new wave of juices in anticipation of such a unit. The minute tenseness that takes over his body naturally doesn’t escape Hua Cheng’s notice with how closely they’re pressed together like this.
Hua Cheng grins, but for some reason this one feels a lot more sincere than the others he’s flashed Xie Lian’s way this morning. “Thinking about me has you all bothered like this, baby?” He asks teasingly.
Xie Lian has no mind to be a blushing little virgin now though. So he nods while batting his lashes up at his dom. “Love San Lang-gege. Want San Lang-gege so bad,” He feels like a cat in heat with all the rubbing and squirming he’s doing.
That freezes the smile on Hua Cheng’s face as Xie Lian observes a new dark emotion overtaking his dom’s eyes. Something about it has Xie Lian’s adrenaline kicking up. He feels pinned under that gaze, like a prey caught right where the beast wants it to be. His heart leaps to his throat in his excitement. He’s about to get devoured.
“Since my baby loves me so much, I better make sure that I’m all he thinks about, hm?” This time Hua Cheng’s grin is full of teeth. Like a hungry wolf ready for a meal. “I can’t allow my dear baby to think about anyone else,” The wolf snarls. “Especially not about the bastards who’ve hurt him,”
Xie Lian is pushed onto his back again, and the sub throws his head back to expose his vulnerable neck. He’s been thinking about getting a collar with Hua Cheng’s initials on it. Something thick and heavy, so that he can be reminded of his dom no matter where he is.
His legs spread wide as he welcomes Hua Cheng between them. With unconcealed desire, his eyes greedily take in the angry huge erection standing proud down below before darting back up to look at his beloved’s face. He feels like that cock qualifies as its own entity. Like he’s being cornered by two beasts that want to devour him from top to bottom. Xie Lian gulps down the excess saliva that pools in his mouth.
A whine builds at the back of his throat when his beloved leans down to grant him a soft kiss on the lips. But that feels like only a polite hello. A courteous greeting preceding what’s coming next. Not a moment later, those lips part to reveal sharp hungry teeth that nip and bite at Xie Lian’s mouth to coax it open. Xie Lian has no qualms letting his dom inside. He gasps and cries around the intruding tongue when a wandering fingers move down to nudge at his swollen labia, teasing in its ministrations. He wants those fingers in.
He bucks his hips helplessly, delighting in the soft brushes against Hua Cheng’s leaking erection. But a large hand moves to pin him in place, unrelenting in its firmness.
“San Lang-gege,” He begs miserably. Hua Cheng ignores him in favor of trailing kisses and bites all across his jawline and down to his sensitive neck. That infuriating finger still does nothing but lazily trace his twitching vulva and engorged clit. He’s still devastatingly empty. He can practically smell his dom’s cock from here and he wants it so bad. How can San Lang-gege bear to keep teasing him like this?
“San Lang-gege, don’t be mean.” Tears well up in his eyes.
Hua Cheng is still taking his sweet time savoring the taste of Xie Lian’s perky nipples. Biting, licking, sucking and tugging at them with his teeth until he elicits pained yelps from his sub.
“But you taste so good baby, how could you tell me to speed this up?”
“But!” Xie Lian fusses, squirming to dislodge Hua Cheng’s persistent mouth from his sore nipples. “But I want San Lang-gege’s cock! I want to taste San Lang-gege too!”
Hua Cheng grunts at the shameless plea. Xie Lian can tell that he’s winning when he sees something in his beloved’s eyes snap in two. Suddenly, he’s face to face with Hua Cheng’s heavy swollen erection as the dom straddles his chest. Xie Lian moans when Hua Cheng uses it to land a resounding smack right across his face. Droplets of precum fly all over onto Xie Lian’s forehead, some of it even making it to his ear and hair.
He eagerly turns his head to lick at any bit of cockmeat he can reach with his tongue. His pussy quivers and leaks more wetness when the taste that he’s been craving all morning finally hits his taste buds. Hua Cheng pulls his cock back only to slap him again. Xie Lian’s head spins at the intoxicating scent and the rough treatment.
“You’re such a little slut for cock, aren’t you baby?”
Xie Lian whimpers, almost going cross-eyed as his intent gaze never leaves the cock before him. “Only for San Lang-gege.” He counters slurredly.
He is rewarded with the tip of his San Lang-gege’s leaking cock right against his swollen pink lips. As if some primal instinct has awakened inside of him, Xie Lian’s world of focus narrows down to the cock in his mouth as he parts his lips as wide as they can go so that he can take his San Lang-gege as deep as possible.
Hua Cheng pushes in until he feels himself hit the back of his beloved’s throat, but he grits his teeth in a tight hiss when he feels Xie Lian duck forwards to lodge the cock head down into his wet esophagus. “Baby,” He breathes out shakily as Xie Lian’s head bobs gently, his tongue expertly caressing the vein running across the underside of his shaft. That warm throat also works to periodically swallow around his thick head, and paired with Xie Lian’s occasional groans it makes for a particularly mind numbing experience.
Hua Cheng thanks all his lucky stars that Xie Lian is so talented at cock sucking. But can’t let himself think too much on how his beloved gained that skill or else he’ll lose himself to blinding jealousy. He’s so lost in the pleasure centered on his cock that his hips start canting forwards unwittingly.
The sudden onslaught of hard hitting thrusts shocks Xie Lian momentarily. Enough so that he briefly tries to angle his head away, but two large hands entangled in his hair keeps him in place. So he mentally checks out and allows himself to be used as a toy for his dom to use. His eyes roll to the back of his head everytime Hua Cheng’s heavy balls make contact with his skin and his throat is forced to stretch so wide that he’s sure he’s going to throw up the contents of his empty stomach. He can hardly breathe through the rough face fucking he’s being subjected to, but he doesn’t care. The thrill of it all, and the pleasure of being useful to his dom sends him to an all time high.
He feels the impossibly thick shaft in his mouth pulse and swell larger, the telltale sign that Hua Cheng is close. But his dom can be so cruel when he wants to be, and Xie Lian’s heart bursts into tears when the cock is pulled out at the last minute. He was just about to get his hard-earned reward! He had been so good! He deserves this!
He’s shushed before he can get the first “San Lang-gege” out with a sound kiss on his swollen aching lips. He can’t imagine what kind of mess he must look like right now. With tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, bits of precum speckled at odd places everywhere and drool leaking from both corners of his mouth. That’s not taking into account the state of the rest of his body. Swollen nipples, bite marks littered all over his neck and chest, a red handprint on his ass cheek, and his drenched throbbing pussy.
In any other circumstance, Xie Lian would find himself disgusting. But here, laid out beneath Hua Cheng’s heated appreciative gaze, he can’t help but feel coveted. Wanted. Loved. He feels small but in the best ways possible. He feels safe.
He sighs in quiet satisfaction when he feels Hua Cheng position himself between his thighs again. Two fingers breach into him without preamble. He almost screams that he doesn’t need the preparation, that he’s wet enough as it is. But he wisely keeps a hold on his tongue because the ache in his jaw reminds him of how big his dom’s cock is. A sober part of his mind helpfully notes how they haven’t had sex of any kind, penetrative or otherwise, for weeks now.
Though it would seem that Hua Cheng is equally as impatient as he is. Three fingers slide in quick little jerks before he’s already lining his cock against Xie Lian’s weeping hole. The size difference between the cock head and the twitching little hole would be comical to anyone else. Like trying to stuff a carrot down the narrow opening of a water bottle. But Hua Cheng can only feel his blood roar in his ears as his eyes follow closely with rapt attention at the way Xie Lian’s pussy lips stretch obscenely wide around his fat girth.
Xie Lian on the other hand is fighting hard to even take in a full breath. He jokes to himself how his dom’s cock leaves him breathless every single time but he truly means it in the literal sense. The large blunt intrusion seems to split him in half. The stretch is so great that the pressure makes it feel like his body is trapped between the mattress below and the cock inside. He cannot move a finger but whimper and whine for his dom to hit his good spot. A fresh batch of tears collect along his waterline when that cock finally hilts impossibly deep inside of him.
“S-San La…nghh.. Gege…,” He lets out a sharp cry as shudders wrack violently through his body and he feels something warm gush forth out of him. He’d cum once more just from penetration.
Hua Cheng leans forward and looms large over him. They’re both panting in unison, ragged breaths intermingling as their gazes meet and they see a familiar beast in each other's eyes. They see the familiar want. Right now, the world is just them. No one else matters. Xie Lian belongs to Hua Cheng, and Hua Cheng belongs to Xie Lian. No Jun Wu. No nightmares.
Xie Lian tilts his head up and initiates a soul searing kiss. Hua Cheng answers him in kind. All the while, Xie Lian’s legs tighten around Hua Cheng’s waist to encourage his dom to begin moving. The thrusts are slower than what Xie Lian had been anticipating, but it’s no less mind breaking. Every hit jabs directly into his sweet spot without fail, and the languid pace has him throwing his head side to side as he’s washed by waves upon waves of pleasure.
“San Lang, San Lang, San Lang!” He loses all coherency by that point as is now reduced to babbling his lover’s name. His mind is lost in the thick haze of bliss. He feels Hua Cheng’s hips stutter, before the pace abruptly picks up. He’s close, Xie Lian notes blearily.
The thrusts become merciless as they punch the air right out of his lungs every time Hua Cheng bottoms out. Xie Lian can almost feel himself driven up the mattress by its sheer force if not for Hua Cheng’s tight grip on his waist drawing him back down to bury his cock as deep as possible. His earlier orgasm has made everything so slippery and wet that the sonorous chorus of plap plap plaps are joined by obscene squelching sounds.
Just when Xie Lian thinks that he’s already wrung dry, a finger on his clit has him screaming to the high heavens. Expert quick little flicks of that little nub causes heat to pool and build up in Xie Lian’s belly once more. It seems Hua Cheng is adamant on squeezing out one more orgasm from him. Xie Lian cries at the sting of overstimulation.
It’s not even five thrusts later before Hua Cheng is hilting himself balls deep into Xie Lian, letting out a deep guttural moan as his orgasm crashes through him. Xie Lian hits his orgasm the second he feels the flood of warm thick cum painting his pussy walls and filling him up to bursting. Hua Cheng is so lost in his hazy cloud of pleasure that it takes him a moment to come back down and realize that his beloved has fallen unconscious beneath him. He can still feel his cock throbbing lazily where it rests inside Xie Lian’s still tight pussy. But as he takes in the tear stained face, the red marks and bruises littered everywhere, and the cum drying across his belly, Hua Cheng reins in those desires for now.
His heart lurches when he remembers how his baby had a panic attack this morning. He’d been so taken by his own anger upon realizing that it’s Jun Wu who had hurt his baby to this point that he had let it bleed a bit into the scene earlier. His baby is so good. He takes punishments so well. Hua Cheng pulls out as carefully as he can, before maneuvering his unconscious beloved into a proper cradle in his arms.
The mounting affection that surges through his chest prompts him to lean in and press a kiss on his sweaty forehead, dropping down to press one more on each heated cheek, before finally pressing one more on those swollen pink lips. He has to quickly pull back and take measured breaths to tamp down the heat licking up his belly once more.
Right now what his baby needs is a bath and sufficient care. He can take care of his needy cock in the showers later. Maybe he can rub one out while enjoying the sight of his unconscious beloved’s serene resting face. He shakes his head a few times and lays Xie Lian back down. He should get the warm bathwater ready before he can bring him in.
…
Xie Lian wakes up feeling like he’s on a cloud. His eyes blinks open one at a time as he takes in his surroundings. He’s in his room, but everything seems darker than what he remembers morning to be. He shifts to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand when he feels his movements restricted by a pair of strong arms wrapped firm around his waist. The scent of the familiar body wash tells him more than his bleary eyes can.
“San Lang,” He yawns. The yawn earns him a soft peck on the lips in response. Xie Lian giggles despite himself, eyes falling closed once more to bask in his delight. He feels so comfortable. Clean and warm, skin resting against the softest sheets money can afford. There’s a bone-deep satisfaction that thrums all throughout his body down to the nerve endings. He shifts his legs a bit and suddenly feels the evidential reason as to why his body is practically humming in pleasure right now.
A thick, warm plug rests snugly inside of him.
Mortified, he quickly burrows into his favorite hiding place. Hua Cheng’s chest. The chest that’s currently shaking with his dom’s barely concealed laughter at his expense.
“San Laaang…,” He whines. He resolutely refuses to bring up how squeezing down on the fat plug brings him levels of comfort that he cannot even begin to coherently verbalize. But he’s sure that his beloved is already aware of that to some degree. He feels the arms around him tighten their hold, smooshing him against that sturdy chest that he runs to hide in so much.
“San Lang,” He can’t help the grin pulling on the edges of his lips.
“Hm?”
Xie Lian manages to stretch himself just enough to peer his eyes upwards as he says this, “Thank you.” That gains Hua Cheng’s attention, as his beloved’s gaze flicker down to meet his.
“Thank you for what?”
Xie Lian’s eyes turn upwards into smiling crescents. “For loving me,”
Now it’s Hua Cheng’s turn to smile. “Thank you too, then.”
“For what?”
“For letting me love you,”