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For a blind man, Qiuyuan had never truly had trouble seeing.
He simply saw what others cannot. That’s all.
“Are you sure?” Qiuyuan asked one more time.
“Get on with it.”
Folding his scarf neatly, Qiuyuan pressed it over his lover’s eyes and helped secure it behind his head. It was black and stark against Geshu Lin’s wild, white hair, but to a blind man it was merely a shift in texture. He trailed his fingertips over the worn fabric slowly, feeling the way it tented and stretched over his nose bridge, and a low hum emanated from the man beneath him.
Leaning down, Qiuyuan captured his lips in a slow kiss. He let Geshu Lin adjust to this new experience gently, to gradually release the faculties of sight and learn to see with the rest of his body instead.
“Is this what it’s like?...” Geshu Lin grinned.
Qiuyuan knew he’d always been curious, wanting to sink into the blind man’s mind and uncover the mechanisms behind how he fought with such grace – to understand what it felt like when those blind eyes shut gently in pleasure, when Geshu Lin made him melt.
Smoothing his hand up his lover’s thigh, Qiuyuan grasped his heavy cock. It was long and thick and weeping from the soft, smooth head, and as Qiuyuan stroked him Geshu Lin tipped his head back a fraction with a sigh.
“Is this okay?” The blind man asked.
“Yeah.”
“Take it off if it’s too much.” He reminded.
“Why would it be too much?”
Qiuyuan shook his head, his lips quirked in a small smile. Bracing beside that white head of hair, he leaned down again and kissed him.
Sex always felt so right, with him. Like Qiuyuan had finally found his fated match. Like without him, he’d lose his way.
Geshu Lin had never once treated him like a blind man. He had never assumed he was incapable – not in battle, and not in anything else. But still he liked to stare when he didn’t think Qiuyuan would notice, like he thought he couldn’t see him doing it.
Those intense golden eyes would turn soft and gentle, fingertips that would touch lightly against his spine. Watching him like a guardian in the late hours of the night and as the first rays of dawn hit their pillow, silently protecting a man who had never once needed a protector.
And now Geshu Lin wanted to take away that view he treasured so dearly.
The blindfold wasn’t overly tight, but Geshu Lin made no attempt to remove it whatsoever.
Qiuyuan knew Geshu Lin would trust him with his life. He would let him do anything to him. Gladly. But this… this was something Qiuyuan wanted to share with him too.
With the speed of a panther, Geshu Lin captured his hand, turned his wrist, and placed a slow kiss to his open palm – right over his Tacet Mark. His breath felt warm, his lips were soft, and Qiuyuan’s exhale came out shaky as sharp teeth teased around one of his fingers.
“What will you do to me tonight, swordsman?” Geshu Lin purred. “Now that you hold all the power.”
He wasn’t just teasing. They really had made an agreement beforehand.
Tonight, Qiuyuan was the one in control. He would dictate the pace, he would show Geshu Lin his world one sinful touch at a time.
Qiuyuan felt roses creep into his cheeks, and even though he was blind, he turned his eyes away to hide his embarrassment.
There were nights where Geshu Lin was in a complete hurry. He’d sink into him deep, fill him up, fuck him hard, and teeter him just on the edge of release and hold him there until frustrated tears reddened Qiuyuan’s blind eyes.
Then there were nights like these.
Slow and thoughtful and calm. Basking beneath the silver moon like two celestials upon their bed of clouds. Nights like these were a gradual build, an earth-shattering finish, and Qiuyuan had become rather accustomed to their song.
For this man, Qiuyuan would play that tune a hundred times over.
He tucked a wild strand of hair behind Geshu Lin’s ear, and even though neither could see it, Qiuyuan smiled.
On paper, the Threnodian’s Resonator was a heartless man. Baked by cruelty. Drenched in the blood of millions.
And at one point in time, Qiuyuan too had been blinded by these lies. Relentlessly he’d hunted Geshu Lin across all of Solaris as though he were some parasite who needed extermination.
What bitter disappointment it had been, at the time, to discover he was merely a man who’d taken on the world’s suffering single-handedly, and lived – a man who contained that suffering within him now like an iron vessel, who knew he could never let it escape.
Vilified, ostracized, and blackened darker than soot. Back then, the rest of the world had agreed with Qiuyuan’s quest for justice. They’d cheered him on as his sharp blade pointed toward this embodiment of great evil and attempted to slay him like a prized beast.
But now, years later, Qiuyuan saw Geshu Lin clearly. He’d glimpsed his soul, had felt his pain. And beneath it, he saw the kindness that lingered there, that still remained clinging to life from a more hopeful past.
He experienced this kindness, too, in their time spent privately together.
This infamous criminal of legend had been subdued and domesticated by a man of no renown whatsoever. He had fierce claws that remained hidden as he held Qiuyuan; sharp teeth that only ever teased him gently. Perhaps the world still hated Geshu Lin, but Qiuyuan had long since moved on from his own past resentment.
In the absence of sight he’d chosen to open his ears instead, and to listen to what he found: to hear this man out; to understand the full picture without becoming distracted by the reputation that blackened it.
Qiuyuan was, after all, an expert at navigating dark spaces. He had been his whole life.
“You seem rather excited.” Qiuyuan pointed out, lazily stroking his lover’s erection.
“Mmm…”
He had such a beautiful cock, dripping with a long line of precum. It was long and thick, ending in a red, bulbous head that flared slightly in its strain.
Qiuyuan liked to catch his lips on that ridge, liked to tease him with soft suckles and a hot tongue, until this man of legend had been rendered useless beneath him.
“Am I wrong to be?” Geshu Lin grinned. “Tonight I’m at gege’s mercy… Be gentle with me, alright?”
Shame filled Qiuyuan’s cheeks, embarrassment burned through him. But Qiuyuan supposed, tonight of all nights, this reaction was acceptable. Geshu Lin couldn’t see it, couldn’t tease him for it, couldn’t deliberately try to make it worse…
Leaning down, Qiuyuan pressed his mouth to his lover’s cheek, under his jaw, and down his long throat. The heat of his Tacet Mark passed beneath his lips, then Qiuyuan was descending further.
A scarred palm smoothed over his hair and across his broad shoulders as a sign of encouragement, and Qiuyuan took his meandering path down and down and down.
He crossed the bridge of his clavicle and over the muscular cushion of his chest. Geshu Lin had a beautiful chest too. Sculpted and muscular and effortlessly masculine – but Qiuyuan supposed most people of Geshu Lin’s background would look like this.
War had not been kind to this man. Time had been crueler still.
His body contained countless scars from battles he’s probably long forgotten, etched into his skin like tiger stripes, each more deadly than the last. Qiuyuan paid them special attention, pressing his lips softly against each one just to hear his lover’s breath hitch in surprise.
In time, Qiuyuan found what he’d been after, and sucked a pert nipple into his mouth, teasing it with a flick of his tongue.
“Fuck…” Geshu Lin arched his neck back.
The man beneath him was breathless, his broad chest covered in a thin layer of sweat that dampened Qiuyuan’s fingers as they moved up and down. Qiuyuan closed his sightless eyes, letting his hot mouth trail from one nipple to the other.
Geshu Lin’s hips flexed beneath him. A minor, uncontrollable response. Then Qiuyuan ran the palm of his hand up his thigh to his hip and squeezed.
Years of intimacy with this man had taught him well. He could easily mimic the actions Geshu Lin always used on him, that had made his body tense and relax, that made heat pool low.
The darkness of one’s mind was a profoundly imaginative space – each touch a lifeline to some ambiguous sense of reality. Qiuyuan knew this all too well.
Geshu Lin’s breath shook. “Gege.”
“Mmm…” Qiuyuan hummed against his chest, and Geshu Lin’s neck strained.
“Get on with it already.”
Impatient as usual. Qiuyuan sighed, then smiled like a spring bloom.
“No.” The blind man replied, and his bluntness had Geshu Lin laughing quietly. Then Qiuyuan got back to work.
He kissed down his sternum and over the defined bumps of his abs, then lower still. He kissed his hipbones, the seam of his thighs – his mouth deliberately ignoring the one place Geshu Lin needed him most.
“Fuck…” Geshu Lin cursed, jaw clenching. He’d never been the type to beg – not for his life, and certainly not in bed. But fate was tempting him tonight, making the necessary words form behind his lips, making them so readily available, to be let out in a single breath.
He refused.
“Your pride injures you, General.” Qiuyuan smirked. Hot breath blew against the burning skin of his cock, soft lips tickled the swollen head, and Geshu Lin’s eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold in order to survive the experience.
His hands were threaded into Qiuyuan’s soft black hair, and suddenly they gripped harder as a wave of heat pulsed through him.
This man was dangerous. Qiuyuan had always known that. He could crush him in his grip, take his life in an instant. Even someone of Qiuyuan’s background and expertise wouldn’t be able to react in time.
Yet the hand on his head remained gentle, if not firm, pulling slightly on his hair. Not forceful. Certainly not painful. But a source of encouragement that on most nights Qiuyuan couldn’t refuse.
“Qiuyuan…”
The General would never beg, but for Qiuyuan this was close enough.
Pressing the weeping head of his cock against his lips, the blind man sank down slowly.
“Fuck yes–” Geshu Lin’s back arched, and Qiuyuan took him in further. His cock was big, pressing tightly against the soft walls of his throat, and when Qiuyuan’s nose buried into his navel Geshu Lin let out a rumbling groan of relief.
He held him there for a time, swallowing around that massive length, and his mouth flooded with saliva. Then he pulled off with just as much control, brushing his lips over the weeping slit in borderline worship, reaching down to squeeze his balls.
Then he wrapped his mouth around him again, and stars collided.
Bobbing his head, Qiuyuan picked up his pace. Deep exhales echoed across the bedroom, and Qiuyuan wouldn’t dare miss a note of that deep baritone soaked in such honest desperation. Geshu Lin remained mostly still for him, his hips flexing only minorly as instincts momentarily took over.
He could sense the precise moment Geshu Lin’s patience finally snapped.
That hand in his hair clenched harder.
“Stay still baby.” Geshu Lin said darkly, and before he could hold Qiuyuan’s head down and fuck into his throat, the blind man pulled off of him completely.
A sharp gasp cut through the air, followed by a loud curse. “Fuck–!”
“You agreed, remember.” Qiuyuan scolded raspily. “Tonight, you’re going to lay there and behave. So behave, Geshu…”
Geshu Lin sunk into the mattress, panting hard as his approaching orgasm began to ebb away.
“You fucking tease…” He growled, and with one hand blindly found Qiuyuan’s lips to rub his thumb across them. They were swollen and wet with saliva and precum, and Geshu Lin made them slippery as though imagining what his lover looked like in that moment, flushed and breathless and undeniably his.
Qiuyuan stretched over to where he could sense a pot of oil lay, and coating his fingers he crawled on top of Geshu Lin’s trembling stomach.
“Is it strange, not being able to see me?...” Qiuyuan asked out of curiosity. He sunk a finger into himself, positioning his lover’s heavy cock under his seatbones so he’d know what the blind man was up to.
Geshu Lin’s hands quickly found Qiuyuan’s thighs, smoothing them up and over his hips to squeeze the breathtaking cushion of his ass.
Geshu Lin snorted. “As if I don’t know every inch of your body in careful detail…”
He squeezed his waist, reaching up to feel his tits, as though he weren’t blindfolded at all, as though the movement was as natural as breathing.
“You think so little of me, gege.”
Qiuyuan sighed. “That’s not what I meant.”
Oil dripped from his fingers down onto Geshu Lin’s cock, and a mischievous grin pulled on his lover’s lips.
Those scarred hands reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, rubbing two calloused fingers over his hole, brushing against Qiuyuan’s fingers already plunging inside.
“I suppose it’s strange in some ways.” Geshu Lin replied. Gathering some spare oil, he sunk a finger in to join Qiuyuan’s. His hole was stretched wider by this new addition, and the blind man’s breath hitched, turning his chin instinctively down toward his equally-sightless lover.
“I can’t see the way you’re blushing right now, for one.” Geshu Lin purred, sinking that finger deep. The action pushed on Qiuyuan’s hand, urging his fingers deeper as well.
“I can’t see the tears in your eyes.” His lover said, guiding their hands with the urgency of a drunk man.
“I won’t see how beautiful you look when you come.” Geshu Lin grinned, and he held their hands flush against Qiuyuan’s hole for a breath longer than he could take. Qiuyuan shuddered, a low moan falling from his lips.
“But darkness sure does wonders for the imagination.” Geshu Lin continued. He pressed another finger tightly inside him, and Qiuyuan’s back arched like a cat as he gasped loudly. Three fingers was manageable. Four was a lot.
“Do you have any idea how I see you?” The General murmured. “Do you have any concept of the power you hold over me, swordsman?”
“Geshu…” Qiuyuan leaned down and kissed him. It was breathless and dirty and desperate, but Qiuyuan didn’t care. His body was being stretched wide, but it was his heart that felt full to the brim.
He trembled lightly, and a warm palm smoothed comfortingly down his spine.
“I’ll behave, gege.” Geshu Lin purred. “But if you tease me more, I won’t be able to hold myself back.”
Geshu Lin’s fingers slipped from his body, then Qiuyuan followed after. Coating his lover’s cock with a layer of smooth oil, he angled that blunt head up against his hole, then sat down.
“Ahh…” His head rolled back and he sighed in seven parts relief and three parts agony. Four fingers would never be enough to prepare him for the absolute weapon Geshu Lin had in his arsenal. The stretch was intense beyond compare every time.
That big cock carved deep, and Qiuyuan was a slave to it. The sensation of being split open was all-consuming like nothing else, and not even Geshu Lin’s clenched hands on his waist could distract him from the overwhelming pressure as he finally bottomed out.
They were both trembling, breathing hard. Then Qiuyuan bravely rose himself up on his knees and slammed his hips back down.
“Oh fuck yes–” Geshu Lin groaned. His neck strained, his severe brows pinched, and Qiuyuan rode him like he’d been born to make this infamous man of legend kneel.
Without sight to anchor them, their other senses became heightened. Qiuyuan’s ears were his vision, his tongue was colour. Smell was depth, and touch was texture. He used every tool at his disposal, made Geshu Lin moan. Made him understand.
There was pleasure in sightlessness. More could be seen in its absence. More could be felt and experienced.
Qiuyuan gasped as his ass slapped wetly down, and Geshu Lin quickly sat up to connect their lips in a searing kiss. Their bodies rocked, hips rolled, hands wandered possessively.
That bedroom they’d spent so much time learning the secrets of each other’s bodies had turned into an echo chamber of noise.
Without warning a palm suddenly slapped his ass, and Qiuyuan clenched around that cock hard. He wrapped his elbows around Geshu Lin’s neck one after the other, cradling this criminal’s head with care.
“I love you…” Qiuyuan whispered. He fucked himself down hard, and Geshu Lin’s groan emerged behind an arrogant grin.
“How sweet.”
Those powerful hips beneath him slammed upwards with force, and Qiuyuan’s spine melted as his prostate was speared directly.
“Geshu!” He clung to his neck for dear life as his lover thrust into him like an animal in heat, fucking him with the express purpose to breed. Two strong hands held his hips down, and he was fucked even harder than before.
Tears pooled in Qiuyuan’s eyes. He gasped against wild white hair.
Then those hips slowed gradually, and Qiuyuan’s tensed muscles were given the chance to relax. He nearly sobbed, and a hand stroked behind his head.
“Shh, baby.” Geshu Lin purred. “You want to come?”
Qiuyuan nodded his head.
“You okay?”
“Yeah…” The blind man replied. “Please, Geshu, I need you–”
Geshu Lin chuckled. “What happened to giving you control tonight?... And you were so adamant about it earlier too, hah...”
“I don’t fucking care.” Qiuyuan pleaded, rolling his hips shakily. Gravity was a bitch, and that cock was buried so deep inside Qiuyuan could feel it in his fucking throat. He fucked himself down on it gently, and for a time Geshu Lin let him do as he pleased, eager to revel in his lover’s desperation.
“Fine.” Geshu Lin grinned, leaning up for a slow kiss. “But remember you asked for this.”
Then his sense of up and down was reversed. Their bodies were rolled, his thighs spread wide, and Geshu Lin fucked into him, and the comfortable pace he started with gradually escalated.
… So much for ‘slow, thoughtful, and calm’. Clearly the previous plans to make gentle love tonight had been unapologetically tossed out the window.
Qiuyuan turned his chin to the side, and a hot mouth latched onto his neck to suck a dark bruise neither could see. Those powerful shoulders above him were scraped red with his nails, and eventually Geshu Lin captured those hands to thread their fingers together.
“Geshu…” Qiuyuan warned into Geshu Lin’s ear, and naturally he understood.
“Come for me.” Geshu Lin’s voice was desperate and raw. This fearless soldier had been broken apart and melted down until he’d become a shadow of the many myths that surrounded him.
But only Qiuyuan knew this was what really lay within. This desperation, this desire, this unfiltered humanity. This man was not a beast to be slain, and he wasn’t a hopeless cause either.
He was the soldier Qiuyuan had once been ordered to kill. The criminal he’d spent years hunting down. The partner he’d spend even longer standing beside, wrapped in the safety of his arms.
Heat built and coiled. Novas burst. Stars collided. The abyss behind Qiuyuan’s eyes turned momentarily white. He cried out breathlessly as he came, frantically stroking his cock as ribbons of cum spilt onto his chest. His body clenched, his muscles tensed. And the orgasm just kept going.
Wave after wave after wave, crashing down on him, lifting him up, until tears fell from his eyes, until he heard Geshu Lin curse and moan deep.
“Inside–” Qiuyuan pleaded. “Please, inside–”
And who was Geshu Lin to deny him? He thrust deep, holding his lover by the waist as he released inside him. Hot cum filled him up, and Qiuyuan’s neck arched back at the feeling. His ears were filled with Geshu Lin’s voice, his body worshipped inside and out.
They shuddered in the aftermath.
Two strong arms shook on either side of the blind man’s head.
“Fuckkk…” Geshu Lin breathed.
Qiuyuan was boneless and tired and broken. He sunk into the mattress, feeling a deep satisfaction tingle through his limbs. A big hand spread across his abdomen and chest, smearing the pools of cum that had gathered there. Then a pair of soft lips quietly captured his, and Qiuyuan closed his sightless eyes.
He was gathered into a firm chest, his face decorated with thoughtful kisses. And Qiuyuan sighed, feeling very much like he wanted to spend the rest of his life precisely like this…
“Are you okay?” Geshu Lin asked.
“Mm.” Qiuyuan replied vaguely, nodding his head. Geshu Lin pulled out after a moment longer, and a rush of cum followed after him. Qiuyuan’s temple was kissed, and the bed sunk as his lover fell heavily down beside him with a sigh.
“I’d say our little experiment was a success.” Geshu Lin grinned and stretched.
Qiuyuan smiled. “You liked it?”
“What do you think, gege?”
His hand was kissed, followed by his wrist, and Qiuyuan couldn’t help but sigh at how perpetually horny his partner was tonight. From start to finish he hadn’t been given a chance to breathe – no matter if Geshu Lin claimed he’d sit back and behave before they’d even begun. Both of them knew that was a damn lie, they’d just chosen to play along for a while.
Rolling off the bed, he stood to fetch a towel to wipe them both dry.
“Gege.”
Qiuyuan cocked his head in his lover’s direction. “What is it?”
“Are you going to take this blindfold off of me?” Geshu Lin purred, knowing damn well he was perfectly capable of doing it himself.
“Or did you want me to keep it on.” He said afterward, and Qiuyuan went quiet.
Qiuyuan didn’t need to see to know Geshu Lin was smirking.
Geshu Lin didn’t need to see to know Qiuyuan was blushing.
Blindness was an abyss, but creativity was also cultivated there. And at that moment, several creative images came conveniently to mind.
Foregoing the towel, Qiuyuan immediately crawled back into bed. Geshu Lin laughed, his lips were captured, and the cycle began anew.