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“—Want your reward?”
Shen Zechuan’s leg under the table kicked off its wooden clog and inched up along the side of Xiao Chiye’s leg. He loosened his grip, and the brush fell onto the table, leaving several oblique shadows among the papers.
Lanzhou bent a finger and pressed it down on the bridge of Xiao Chiye’s nose.
“Give it to me, quick.”
“If I do, I’m afraid your waist will break.” Xiao Chiye said with a ghost of a smile.
“Oh…” Shen Zechuan drew out the end of his words. “You want me to sate myself by feeding on fantasy, much like quenching my thirst by looking at plums.”
They had been together for this long, and intimate for even longer. Xiao Chiye’s intentions could not escape Shen Zechuan’s wit, nor could Shen Zechuan’s wiles escape Xiao Chiye’s judgment.
They stared at each other as Shen Zechuan teased Xiao Chiye’s leg and thigh under the table, reminiscent of when he had done the same during the officials banquet back in Qudu, where they shared a nuptial toast of wine. This time, there’s a lack of merry and chatter around them.
Shen Zechuan was doing this solely to rile Xiao Chiye up. There was a sly look in his eyes that ignited the long dormant fire in Xiao Chiye’s gut, and so, in retaliation, he simply grabbed Shen Zechuan’s ankle and pressed the sole of his foot to his growing erection.
“It’s getting late,” Xiao Chiye said. “Then what?”
Shen Zechuan had injured his waist and arm in the recent battle. Though Xiao Chiye disapproved of Shen Zechuan coaxing him at this time, he was not opposed to playing around. He only had official business to talk about, but his hand did not stop moving Shen Zechuan’s foot to pleasure himself with.
It’s barely satisfying through the layers, but Shen Zechuan’s increasingly flushed face and bashful demeanor were worth the teasing.
“Then you can just let me go,” Shen Zechuan said.
“You’re the one tempting me,” Xiao Chiye retorted. Though his tone was cold, his lips bore the hint of a smile. “I’m not letting go.”
Shen Zechuan’s eyes widened. “You—”
He stumbled in his words when Xiao Chiye took the sock off that foot. Now, he could feel the roughness of Xiao Chiye’s hand that grasped his ankle, the pattern on his robes chafing against the sole of his foot, and the hardness beneath it belying Xiao Chiye’s calm expression.
Shen Zechuan did not press down or even try to free his foot, allowing Xiao Chiye to play with it as he pleased. His thumb, adorned with the bone ring, stroked Shen Zechuan’s sole firmly and slowly as he used the heel to grind on his straining cock.
It suddenly felt too warm in the room.
When Shen Zechuan almost couldn’t take it anymore, he curled his toes and shrank back, but Xiao Chiye was persistent, merely uncurling his toes and caressing them.
Shen Zechuan glared. The lunatic across from him was still talking, and it wasn’t until he had said all that he had to say that he relented, bending down to set Shen Zechuan’s wooden clogs aside.
“I can give you your reward, but we’ll have to compromise.”
Without explaining himself, Xiao Chiye picked Shen Zechuan up in his arms, carrying him over to their shared bed. He gently laid Shen Zechuan on his uninjured side before snuggling up behind him.
“What are you doing?” Shen Zechuan questioned.
“Lanzhou, don’t you feel this is familiar?” Xiao Chiye asked with a devilish smile, leaning close into Shen Zechuan’s ear. “After the pox spread and your fever broke, I fucked you just like this.”
As if to remind him, Xiao Chiye ground his hips forward, his scalding hardness pressing up against Shen Zechuan’s back. Shen Zechuan gasped softly, his ear burning with Xiao Chiye’s directness.
“You…” he trailed off.
Xiao Chiye made quick work of disrobing Shen Zechuan and himself, choosing to drape a light blanket over them. Shen Zechuan was soft and pliant, letting Xiao Chiye maneuver him carefully, minding his injuries.
Xiao Chiye rubbed oil on his palm and slicked himself up with it. Afterwards, he spread it on Shen Zechuan’s inner thighs.
Shen Zechuan caught on to Xiao Chiye’s intention and did not object, wordlessly squeezing his legs together. Xiao Chiye chuckled lightly at Shen Zechuan’s bashfulness as he slotted his cock between those thighs.
Shen Zechuan grew thinner in sickness, but his thighs were still plump and soft. Xiao Chiye exhaled in relief, feeling the warm pressure of Lanzhou around him familiar, but all too different.
Xiao Chiye has been attuned to Shen Zechuan’s mind and heart for a long time. Of course he knew how badly Shen Zechuan wanted to be fucked—that’s why he’ll give it to him, in another way.
Xiao Chiye rolled his hips experimentally, pushing the rest of his length through before pulling out, repeating the motions as he set a steady pace.
Shen Zechuan felt as if he was being rocked by the waves, as if Xiao Chiye was really fucking him. If not for the blanket covering his lower body, he’d be able to see the head of Xiao Chiye’s cock peek through the meat of his thighs whenever he snapped forward.
Through labored breathing, Xiao Chiye said, “Squeeze it a bit more, Lanzhou… like that.”
It feels big when he’s inside, big even when he’s not. Xiao Chiye has a way of overwhelming Shen Zechuan with every word and action. Shen Zechuan only had to lie there while Xiao Chiye got off on his thighs.
“Does it feel good?” he asked dazedly.
Xiao Chiye kissed his earlobe. “You feel so good.”
The praise stirred up the heat in Shen Zechuan’s belly. Subconsciously, he began to move in tandem with Xiao Chiye’s thrusting. Xiao Chiye didn’t dare to put pressure on Shen Zechuan’s waist or arm, so he rubbed soothing circles on Shen Zechuan’s hip and the side of his thigh.
Shen Zechuan couldn’t stand this stimulation. He was so aroused it hurt. He wanted to relieve himself down there and began to squirm.
His right hand subtly went to touch himself, but Xiao Chiye caught his wrist.
“Stop twisting around. You’ll hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
“Ce’an…” Shen Zechuan whined.
“Stay still,” Xiao Chiye instructed. His voice had taken on a raspy edge, and in the next moment, he grabbed Shen Zechuan’s cock, making him cry out. “Be good.”
As Xiao Chiye stroked him firmly, his other hand wrapped around Shen Zechuan’s chest from underneath. Meanwhile, his leg hooked with Shen Zechuan’s, keeping him restrained.
Just like this, Xiao Chiye moved in earnest, pleasuring himself between Shen Zechuan’s thighs, all the while stroking him. The feeling of Xiao Chiye grinding into him from behind combined with the assault from his front was too much. He came with mind-numbing pleasure as Xiao Chiye sped up ever so slightly, rocking into his thighs vigorously, his breathing becoming more staggered.
“A-Ye,” Shen Zechuan called weakly. “Inside…” he swallowed, panting just to choke out two words, “come inside.”
Having gone limp, Xiao Chiye released the hand holding Shen Zechuan’s cock to instead pinch his chin, twisting his head to the side. Xiao Chiye kissed him hard, breaking apart with a wet sound.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Xiao Chiye said brokenly, insane with lust. “Want me to breed you so bad? I’ll give it to you.”
Shen Zechuan’s breath hitched in his throat.
Xiao Chiye’s free hand gathered some more of the oil, using it to slick his fingers before pressing them on Shen Zechuan’s rim. With everything on their plates, they hadn’t done it in a while, and that hole was rather tight.
Still, Xiao Chiye prodded gently, coaxing Shen Zechuan with soft, filthy words until his entrance gave way to Xiao Chiye’s fingers. He absolutely could not be hurt.
“Don’t move. Be good, I’ll give you what you want,” Xiao Chiye whispered. His fingers thrusted in and out unhurriedly, pressing gently at where he knew Shen Zechuan was sensitive. “Want me to come in here?”
Shen Zechuan complied with Xiao Chiye’s order and did not move, but he buried half of his face in the pillow, the uninjured hand balling into a fist.
“...Want it,” he choked out, before adding, “please.”
Xiao Chiye didn’t stop fucking Shen Zechuan’s thighs all this time, only slowing down to focus on opening him up. Afterward, Xiao Chiye pulled out his fingers and returned his attention to Shen Zechuan’s thighs.
Each roll of his hips forward produced a light slap with Shen Zechuan’s back, but even in the heady mist of desire, Xiao Chiye did not forget to mind Shen Zechuan’s injury, making sure that his middle would not be strained.
All that escaped his lips as he chased after his own pleasure was a symphony of “Lanzhou, Lanzhou, Lanzhou” — and though Shen Zechuan could not will himself to turn his head around, he could just picture the furrow in Xiao Chiye’s eyebrows, the way his eyes darken when he’s close, and with every choked whisper of his name came an inaudible “I love you.”
Like a force of nature, Xiao Chiye’s entire mind and heart were filled with Lanzhou.
Shen Zechuan tipped him over the edge.
“A-Ye… Come for me.”
Finally, Xiao Chiye jerked and pulled out quickly from between Shen Zechuan’s thighs. Only the head of his cock managed to push inside before he came, spilling everything into Shen Zechuan like he wished.
Shen Zechuan let out a pleased sigh as warm spend filled him up—a feeling he had missed amidst all the stress and sickness.
On the other hand, Xiao Chiye had to muster up all his willpower not to push the rest of the way inside, instead choosing to retreat after a while. He had only thrusted shallowly before he came. As a result, his seed leaked out as soon as he pulled away.
Shen Zechuan shivered uncomfortably, glancing at his side to meet Xiao Chiye’s gaze. “It’s flowing.”
Xiao Chiye’s eyes darkened, but he only gave a noncommittal hum. “It’s fine.” He bundled Shen Zechuan up in the blanket, leaning into his ear to whisper, “I’ll replace it tenfold once you’ve recovered.”
The change was almost imperceptible, but Shen Zechuan blushed slightly at the idea, mumbling dazedly, “Okay.”
“My Lanzhou is so good.” Xiao Chiye smiled and kissed his cheek. “Stay right here. I’ll clean up.”