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“There,” Zhu Yan murmurs above him. “How does that feel?”
Li Lun tries to turn his head on the bed, but all he can manage is a shift of his weight. He feels unfamiliarly lethargic; his body won’t listen to him. The vulnerability of it should make his heart race, but instead, whatever Zhu Yan has done to him leaves him feeling languid and slow. He tries to speak, and words won’t come out; he manages to find Zhu Yan with his eyes, and his familiar face looks down with bright curiosity, studying Li Lun like he’s fascinating.
“Now this,” Zhu Yan murmurs, and a touch lands on Li Lun’s mouth. It’s his thumb; it brushes back and forth across his lips, then presses between them. Li Lun’s mouth parts for Zhu Yan, jaw slack, and Zhu Yan withdraws his thumb and drips something from a bottle between his lips. The moment it touches his tongue a tingling warmth spreads through him, making his eyes close. The languid relaxation shifts into something hungry. Interest condenses in a slow path down his spine, spilling into his core and between his legs. Zhu Yan’s touch follows the heat of it, pressing against his body- and in the next moment, Li Lun is face down in the covers.
The sheets are cool against his hot face. He agreed to this- knew that he would be able to break the one-word spell Zhu Yan used on him if he really needed to. He hadn’t expected this, though: hadn’t expected the actual danger.
Whatever Zhu Yan has done, it’s left him not wanting to break the spell.
The thought is terrifying; exciting. Li Lun’s body tingles with it. He doesn’t want to stop Zhu Yan from doing whatever he’ll do.
He tries to make a protesting noise, but it just comes out interested. Zhu Yan moves behind him, rearranging his hair to expose his back and sucking bruising kisses down it. The little stings of pain register as nothing but pleasure, with Li Lun’s mind like this. A moment later Zhu Yan’s hand presses down the sheets in front of Li Lun’s face- clearing a path for the air so that he can breathe easily. It’s a considerate thought, even though being unable to breathe for a while would hardly be dangerous for Li Lun. His body, responsive and out of his control, shivers against the bites of Zhu Yan’s mouth; pooling warmth in his lower half makes him want to shift. He can’t move much at all.
“Perfect,” Zhu Yan murmurs above him. Li Lun inhales slowly, skin tingling all along his back where Zhu Yan’s broad hands rub across the stinging bruises. Zhu Yan whispers yet another spell- being able to sustain so many at a time is a testament to his power. It leaves Li Lun breathless with anticipation; with interest. Zhu Yan is the only one that has been able to hold his own against Li Lun. What if he was able to overpower him? What would it feel like to be-
Li Lun doesn’t have to wait long: in the next moment, Zhu Yan pushes inside.
Each time is like a revelation. Li Lun’s eyelashes flutter against the sheets; he hears himself let out a long, low moan. Zhu Yan makes a satisfied noise above him, starting to move slowly within him. Whatever he gave Li Lun is making him too sensitive; he’s tingling with it, body singing under Zhu Yan’s attentions. It feels so good already, and they’ve barely begun; Li Lun wants more, and more, and more.
“There you go,” Zhu Yan murmurs, voice throaty with pleasure. “You like it? Like me doing whatever I want to you?”
Li Lun exhales shakily into the sheets, prickling heat spreading through him. He should complain, should argue- should push Zhu Yan away. But the spell- it must be the spell- is making him pliable. Making him easy.
Zhu Yan starts to move faster; more forcefully. With Li Lun’s body so sensitive, each push of the hard length inside him has him squeezing helplessly around it, a slow, tender ache building inside him. It craves more; harder; faster. The pleasure builds and builds, but he can’t quite get there- he’s too relaxed, too dazed. Zhu Yan slides in and out of him just right, hot and powerful over him; braces a hand on his lower back, holding him in place unnecessarily. Li Lun could take it like this forever. His thoughts start to melt together; his lips part against the sheets, hot breath reflecting against them. He loses time.
When he comes back to himself he’s on his back; Zhu Yan is still pushing inside him.
“Awake again?” Zhu Yan murmurs into his neck, sucking hard enough against it that Li Lun shivers. Usually the sharpness of pain would make him more alert- would bring his guard up. But like this it makes him open further, an unfamiliar lack of tension spreading through him. Zhu Yan is the one causing the pain. He likes it- likes that it’s him. Warm hands are squeezing and pressing the muscles of his chest; rubbing and circling his nipples. Undeniable heat builds in Li Lun, making his eager body squeeze weakly around Zhu Yan’s cock. Did he really pass out in the middle of it? Zhu Yan could have done anything to him in that time. The thought makes his cock twitch.
“Oh?” Zhu Yan breathes, satisfied. His hand finds its way to Li Lun’s cock and Li Lun hears a low whine escape himself. He tries to push up into it, but he still can’t move. Zhu Yan makes a pleased noise and starts to rub, slow and teasing, at the head of his soft cock. It doesn’t take much at all; Li Lun is so sensitive from the way Zhu Yan has been fucking firmly into him. His peak finds him in a slow wave, building and building until it crashes down over his head, making him moan loudly. Zhu Yan laughs in delight, sliding in deep to grind in tight circles inside him.
“Good boy,” he says, and Li Lun lights up in embarrassed pleasure, indignant humiliation twisting deliciously inside him. He would never let Zhu Yan speak to him like this usually- but like this, so helpless beneath him, it feels good. And he can’t stop him- can’t speak, can’t resist, can’t fight back- so there’s no point in not enjoying it. “You’re going to let me do anything I want, aren’t you?”
Anything, Li Lun thinks, loose with pleasure. He tries to shake his head in negation, but he can’t manage it. Zhu Yan truly can do anything right now, and Li Lun can’t stop him. Giddy anticipation swirls through him, followed by a bone-deep, contented pleasure.
“Li Lun,” Zhu Yan murmurs. “I’m going to fill you up with my come, alright? You’ll take it so many times…”
His voice continues, but Li Lun’s eyes are too heavy to stay open.
He comes to with the sensation of fingers pushing into his mouth. He opens his eyes, blinking dazedly; he tastes ejaculate. He can’t tell if it’s his or Zhu Yan’s. He tries to suck on the fingers, but he’s too weak. Above him Zhu Yan sucks in a breath; his hips start pounding forward. He’s still inside of Li Lun, forcing pleasure deep inside him with each thrust. Li Lun feels like crying, it feels so good.
“Watch me this time while I do it in you,” Zhu Yan breathes, excited and forceful. He holds Li Lun firmly by the jaw, fingers inside and thumb without, and Li Lun feels the way his cock twitches in him: he’s coming. A slow, heated satisfaction spreads in Li Lun. Zhu Yan likes this. Likes it with Li Lun.
Along with Zhu Yan’s come, a warm tendril of yao qi twines gently into Li Lun. They’ve dual cultivated many times, but not like this. Li Lun should be wary of it- he’s never really dropped his guard for something so dangerous. But right now, he feels so…
He can’t help it: he relaxes, lets Zhu Yan’s qi slip inside. Meets it with his own, two streams blending seamlessly into a river. His eyelashes flutter; Zhu Yan is still staring into his eyes. Zhu Yan presses a hand down his own front, and his cock- beginning to soften inside Li Lun- gets hard again. He kisses Li Lun- licks where his fingers just were, where Li Lun’s mouth feels sore and bruised. Bites his lower lip, and Li Lun is helpless to bite back; can only lie there and take it. He feels a strange, pleased vulnerability opening up in his chest. He wants Zhu Yan closer; wants to press him into himself so tightly that he can feel his heartbeat inside. Wants Zhu Yan to do anything he desires, help himself to everything. Zhu Yan is already starting to fuck him again- the way he’s leading, not checking whether Li Lun will allow things, should feel dangerous. But instead it just makes Li Lun’s insides go hot and molten. He loves it- loves the way that Zhu Yan uses him. The qi is twining together, building powerfully. He’s let Zhu Yan go too deep; like this, he’s tapping into the core strength that Li Lun has never allowed anyone to touch. And it feels good- dangerously good. Every ripple of power shared between them sends slow pulses of pleasure down his spine, building their mutual strength. Zhu Yan is so strong, and he wants Li Lun so powerfully. It leaves Li Lun reeling.
“Just like that,” Zhu Yan murmurs, and Li Lun wants so much- but the pull of Zhu Yan’s spell is too strong. He drifts again. When he next wakes he’s face down again, heavy power pressing hot all along his back, harsh wet pants washing against his shoulder. Stinging pain, enticing on his neck; a delicious, forceful motion in and out of him. Zhu Yan’s teeth are locked into his skin and muscle as he fucks him hard and fast. Li Lun is so overwhelmed by sensation that he’s right on the edge of coming, even just coming back to awareness now. He can hear himself making soft, low noises, dangerously close to whines. Zhu Yan’s hands are locked around Li Lun’s, forcing them down into the bed- needless, when Li Lun can’t move anyway. But the feeling of restraint makes him dizzy with arousal nonetheless, shivering electricity dancing up his spine. Zhu Yan sliding inside him, thick and hard, feels so good that his body trembles. He doesn’t want it to stop- but something inside him is building, irresistible. Zhu Yan’s qi is so deeply entwined with his that he must be able to feel Li Lun’s pleasure; he pants, hot and deliriously close, into Li Lun’s neck.
“There you go,” he murmurs, breath washing against Li Lun’s skin. “Are you going to come for me?”
Yes, Li Lun thinks. For you. His head is spinning, his thoughts reeling. It feels too good- he can’t catch his breath, can’t think. Zhu Yan presses a kiss against his neck- shockingly gentle against the bruised skin- and in the next moment, pleasure takes Li Lun. It’s so sudden that his lungs seize- for a moment he’s forgotten how to breathe in favor of melting into the almost violent arousal that shatters through him. Zhu Yan moves inside him, hard and fast and perfect, driving over and over against the place that makes Li Lun’s body ache, greedy for more. Zhu Yan gives him it, not letting up for seconds that stretch into- what, minutes? Li Lun has no idea how long he’s been coming- it all just feels so good. Helpless, high-pitched noises are falling from his lips, his body shaking as Zhu Yan pounds into him. He’s so relaxed- can feel his loose muscles bouncing with the motion of Zhu Yan’s body. He can’t move at all; can’t resist any of the pleasure that Zhu Yan forces into him. Doesn’t want to.
He gives himself over completely.
Eventually the pleasure slowly recedes; he’s left shivering and helpless, Zhu Yan still moving inside him. At last Zhu Yan grunts above him and his cock twitches, hips jerking. Li Lun can’t even feel the come that’s being pumped into him, there’s already so much of it inside; but he knows it’s there. He throbs with satisfaction.
“Good,” Zhu Yan groans into his shoulder. He slowly pulls out; doesn’t move off of Li Lun. Their qi is still circulating between them, so deep and even that their chests rise and fall in time with each other. It’s incredibly intimate; Li Lun has never felt this safe with someone, the muscles of his back completely relaxed where Zhu Yan presses over him. Zhu Yan kisses his neck again; whispers something into the skin. Slowly, the haze over Li Lun’s thoughts begins to fade- he’s lifted the spell. Li Lun still doesn’t want to move, though.
“That was wonderful,” Zhu Yan murmurs into his ear. Li Lun can feel the pleased curve of his lips against his sensitive skin. He tries to bat a hand dismissively at him, but it’s still pinned under Zhu Yan’s. Zhu Yan’s fingers flex between his, not letting go; a quiet, pleased embarrassment flutters in Li Lun.
“You’re into some weird stuff,” he mutters. His voice sounds rough and hoarse. Zhu Yan laughs in delight and strokes Li Lun’s hair to the side, exposing his face; leans in to kiss his cheek.
“So are you,” he says, amused. “Guess we’re a good match.”
Li Lun wants to look at him, so despite the great relaxation throughout his body, he shifts his weight to rock Zhu Yan off himself. Zhu Yan moves onto his side, still very close and watching Li Lun; Li Lun turns and lays a hand on his chest, over his heart. Feels it beating beneath his touch. He knows, with a sudden certainty, that the person before him is someone that can take all of him. That he can give his full self to. The energy in his core, the power in his body, the hours in his day. He could follow Zhu Yan anywhere. Do anything for him.
“I suppose we are,” he says. Zhu Yan grins.
“Come to the mortal world with me,” he says. “I want to show you what it’s like.”
Li Lun looks at his familiar, beautiful face; and moves his head in the slightest of nods.