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Xie Lian is nervous.
Beyond nervous, he is terrified.
At the same time he cannot wait for night to arrive.
His wedding night.
The bustle of servants rush all around him, fixing his make-up, adjusting his red ceremonial robes, touching up his hair. Their hands try to be careful, but in their hurry, in their nervous energy, they can only spare a quick apology for any mishaps. They keep flitting around him asking him a million questions just to listen to none of his answers.
They all buzz with excitement for the grand wedding.
Xie Lian cannot fault them, his hands tremble beneath his sleeves.
The day has finally arrived.
He will marry lord Hua.
After years of knowing him, from when he was a mere child who barely knew lord Hua’s name, to when lord Hua’s presence in the palace became fixed. From the months of playfully being teased by him, chased, running from him because Xie Lian did not understand what his feelings meant, feelings which were reciprocated. And finally, to the day lord Hua caught him, captured him beyond just physically. By the time night arrives Xie Lian will be his wife.
His cheeks are flushing red, but not just from the rogue on his cheeks. Xie Lian goes to tap his cheeks to calm down, but hands quickly intervene.
He relents.
Young servants around him look at his surely love struck face and giggle. The older staff laugh at his expression, their eyes silently telling him they know what he is feeling. Xie Lian might have once been shy of other people knowing he could hold romantic affections for anyone, but he has long since accepted his heart beats for another. Xie Lian can do nothing to help the smile on his face.
The words lord Hua promised him that night they embraced each other for the first time have finally arrived.
Xie Lian never doubted his word, he worried how things could go in their favor, but he always knew lord Hua would accomplish his promise. He has seen the tenacity of lord Hua growing up. He knows the kind of man he is, the kind whose words hold conviction no matter the cost. He is the kind of man who is infuriatingly, terribly persistent. No obstacle can stand in his way for long, not when he pours his all into accomplishing whatever he desires. And there is nothing he desires more than to have Xie Lian as his wife.
Now Xie Lian is walking through the halls of his palace, the same ones he has walked every day ever since he was small, but now feel different. The halls, the floors, the windows, they all appear more special for the sole reason of leading him to the man who will be his husband by the end of the night.
He tries to not hurry through them.
He is only half successful.
The red sheer veil obstructs some of his vision and he is forced to walk slower than he would like. The staff following behind him to make sure he is presentable plea for him to still slow down. They have worked so hard and so long to make sure he is perfect, the most brilliant bride to grace Xianle, his Highness must show some patience.
He does not.
He has waited long enough.
He reaches the doors of the grand hall where the private ceremony will take place. The large doors loom over him, large, heavy, intimidating for what lays across from them. His heart pounds in his chest, his fingers are ice cold, but more than his trembling feet, the only thing occupying his mind is the sheer excitement and impatience.
The doors open.
A wall of silence washes over him, he does not hear any of his surroundings. If they make noise Xie Lian would not be able to tell. None of the audience matters at this moment, not his parents, not his mentors, none of his friends.
The only person he can focus on stands in the aisle already waiting for him.
Xie Lian has kept him waiting for so long already.
What else can Xie Lian do other than finally go to him.
He too has been waiting for so, so long.
Xie Lian takes the first step and the rest is a blur. He is fairly sure walked too fast down the aisle and he did not spare a glance to anybody, even at his parents. He might have gone through the motions of the starting ceremony, but his mind does not remember.
After he will have the time to feel guilt for not appreciating all the hard work put into their wedding. Right now, the only person he can focus on is the man in front of him. Xie Lian has the funny thought that lord Hua does not look that different from his usual robes. Red has always complemented him.
Bold
Confident
Passionate
The color especially suits him now as a groom.
Xie Lian’s groom.
“Your Highness,” lord Hua murmurs softly, a greeting just for him to hear, “you make the most beautiful of brides.”
Xie Lian’s heart pounds in his chest. The sound of his voice, low, warm, the rich timbre sneaks past the veil and enters his ears. His body warms, stomach curling around the words. Only hours have passed since they last saw each other, but already the sound of his voice soothes Xie Lian as if he has been deprived for years.
He whispers back a little more bashfully, “And you’re the most handsome groom.”
Lord Hua smiles at his response.
“The luckiest too.”
Xie Lian would object to that, he feels like the luckiest person. He gets to marry the most wonderful man he knows. Except maybe lord Hua is right, maybe he can hold the title of the luckiest groom.
Xie Lian will be the luckiest bride.
He will have to eventually turn to pay respects to his parents, but for now he steals any moment he can with his groom. He wishes he could embrace him already, kiss the gentle smile off his lips until they are equally breathless and keep the memory of it for himself. Xie Lian does not condone stealing, but he has a feeling lord Hua would not protest much if he dared.
The moment arrives for the tea ceremony.
The ceremony is another blur. The clink of cups, the aroma of the bitter black tea, the cool glass underneath his fingertips, he cannot keep up with it all. His hands tremble ever so slightly when pouring the tea to hand to his parents. When he bows to them, lord Hua at his side, he can barely keep himself from rushing through it.
They still need to complete the bow in front of his ancestors’ graves.
The ceremony lasts too long in Xie Lian’s opinion. In between all the intricacies which appear to drag on and the well wishes of the guests, by the time they finish the second bow and they are allowed to head to their marital chambers to complete their third bow in private, night has fallen. The palace is still alight with life, but the hallways have fallen silent. Their footsteps are the only sound echoing as they enter their private wing.
Xie Lian grows overly aware of the beating of his heart the longer they walk in silence. He did not notice just how much his nerves had settled until the buzz of them returned to his cold fingertips. He knows he has no reason to be nervous for their wedding night. He has laid with lord Hua long before they even got properly engaged. His purity is no longer a problem for him to dread over, lord Hua made sure to relieve him of it.
But as he is led to their chamber by an assured, patient hand, he finds that his heart stutters every step. He stumbles in his next one, the sheer red veil not aiding his already blurry vision.
Steady hands catch him before he begins to sway. One holds his arm and the other slides around his waist. He easily lifted and brought close to a strong firm chest.
He looks up and his heart stutters.
Lord Hua searches for his eyes behind the veil.
“Why is my bride so nervous,” his lips curl into a teasing grin, “my bride is no innocent virgin anymore.”
Despite his words, his face gleams with concern. There is a slight downturn to his eyebrows and the smile on his face is careful. His hand trails up and down Xie Lian’s waist in an attempt to soothe.
Xie Lian takes a second to process what he said. When he does his face burns under the veil. He is perfectly aware he is not untouched and the reason for his lack of purity has the audacity to tease him. He glares, but knows it has no effect on his groom. If the little laugh is anything to go by at least.
He turns away, sulking just a bit at the tease. They have not yet been officially married for longer than an hour and already lord Hua is pushing him around. He should not be surprised, lord Hua has always been too much of a tease since they met. He only seems to worsen with age, knowing exactly where he can step on to pull a reaction out of Xie Lian but for his actions to still be seen with too much fondness.
He glances up ahead.
The doors of their marital chamber are just two steps away where they will consummate their marriage as proper husband and wife. The moment Xie Lian has been looking forward to for so long is within reach. His fingers clench where they lay on lord Hua’s chest. He looks back at him and shudders a light exhale.
A hand smooths down his back.
Lord Hua leans in to ask softly, “Are you nervous?”
His eyes search around and then soften once they find Xie Lian’s.
Xie Lian nods.
His smile loses some of its playfulness and curls gentler.
“Is there a reason why?”
Xie Lian knows the reason why his feet have been stuck on the ground instead of pushing past the doors he has waited for so long. The part of him, eager, aching, the one that yearns to accept the words once promised to him knows the final step lies behind those doors. The other part keeps him frozen where he stands, it ignores the aching in his heart in favor of the shaking in his hands.
He shudders, tries a few times to start and stops again. He hears lord Hua begin to talk, but he cuts him off before he can say anything.
“I’m afraid—“ Xie Lian closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, “I’ve wanted this so for long. I’m afraid once I pass those doors this will have been a dream.”
His voice lowers, “I don’t want it to just be a dream anymore.”
Lord Hua falls silent.
In the silence, oppressive, deafening, Xie Lian does not dare move. Just in case he has shattered the illusion and his dream will end. They say once one notices the dream is not real that is when it breaks apart. He wishes to stay in the dream a little longer. Behind his closed eyes Xie Lian remembers experiencing this exact night over and over again. Each time he dared not hope, but his heart always shattered in the end when his eyes opened.
To relieve it once more, when everything finally appears to be true.
He shakes his head, he does not know if he could take it.
Xie Lian has wanted this for so long…
His eyes startle open when he is suddenly being turned around. The hands on his arm and waist slide up to his shoulders. They are warm, steady, solidly real. His body tenses for a moment, shoulders lifting, but the hands easily hold him down with assured strength. The unmoving force soothes down the initial wariness enough for him to look forward.
Xie Lian takes in the grand doors with a frozen breath.
Lord Hua leans down.
“Open them.”
Xie Lian’s eyes widen.
He starts to protest. He just told lord Hua he is afraid of them. Why—
“Open them, Your Highness,” lord Hua encourages, “trust me.”
Xie Lian shudders. The sentence rings in his ears, daunting, but the last two words echo even louder. His heart, racing in his chest, stirs more at the last words he holds dearly. In the end, despite the shaking of his arms and the trembling of his legs, he trusts lord Hua more than his fear.
He steps forward.
It takes only two steps for his hands to reach the handles. The handles are warm on his cool fingertips. Strange, he always found them cold. It appears his hands are the colder ones now.
Lord Hua stands behind him, an unshakable reassuring presence.
Xie Lian turns to look at him, searching for anymore instructions. But lord Hua only nods and motions back to the doors. Xie Lian closes his eyes again and pushes the doors open.
It is quiet
Silent.
The room does not give under him nor does he snap awake.
He waits another second, two, before he dares to open his eyes.
The room is illuminated by orange glowing lanterns. They hang from the ceiling and every other corner, bringing light to the entire room. A large bed with red sheets is situated right in the middle.
“Are you still afraid?”
Lord Hua whispers behind him, his hands still holding him down.
Xie Lian looks around. There seems to be no distortion anywhere in the room.
“A little.”
He admits.
The hands on his shoulders lift and slowly turn him around.
Xie Lian takes in lord Hua’s image as much as he can through the veil.
Then is shocked when the veil lifts, slowly but surely, the red haze of the world is taken off. He blinks at the sudden clarity, colors previously dim glow brighter, the lanterns warmer. His eyes adjust to truly see the man in front of him.
His breath is taken away. He knows lord Hua has always been an extremely handsome man, his features sharp and often charmingly mischievous. Xie Lian learned what desire was because of him.
He finds he barely has scratched the meaning of true want.
Maybe it is the lighting, warm and golden from the lanterns, or maybe it is the knowledge of how special the night is, but there is a softness in lord Hua’s face tonight. His eyes, always so dark, glint warmly in the golden glow and the curl of his smile is devastatingly gentle. Lord Hua steps forward and allows the veil to fall from his fingers, the soft wisp of the fabric gathers behind Xie Lian. Elegant hands reach for his, fingers carefully curving under his own.
Lord Hua raises them, pressing his warm lips to the cold fingers.
His touch burns.
“You don’t have to dream anymore,” Lord Hua murmurs against his fingers, “Allow me to prove to you how real this is.”
Xie Lian finds his hands warming up for the first time all day.
The words softly pressed into his cold fingers make his heart flutter like it is the first time someone has touched him so gently. It is not, but just like the first time lord Hua made Xie Lian’s heart stir, the reaction he brings is the same each time. Warmth blooms in his chest and slides down his twisting belly, slowly but surely enveloping every part of his body. The gentle warmth drifts down his arms into his fingertips.
Strength stops the trembling of his legs, yet Xie Lian feels closer to melting than he has all day. He steps forward and slides his hands underneath lord Hua’s, flipping them so he can bring his steady warm hands to his own mouth.
He kisses his knuckles.
He lifts his eyes to meet another pair wide in surprise.
Xie Lian finds the courage to smile.
“I allow it.”
Lord Hua blinks slowly and does not respond for a moment. His eyes are firmly staring at their intertwined hands, a look of awe and surprise, a gentle look filled with so much affection crosses his face. Then it appears he hears Xie Lian’s words. His eyebrows knit slightly, confusion tugging his features. His lips part lightly, but no sound passed through them.
The dazed expression pulls a startled laugh out of Xie Lian’s lips. He squeezes their intertwined hands to grab lord Hua’s attention back to him. Only once lord Hua blinks, his gaze focusing on him again, does Xie Lian let his eyelashes flutter and look up at lord Hua through them. He knows the gesture might not be fair, but he cannot resist teasing just the slightest bit.
Xie Lian smiles a little wider, “Prove to me this is real?”
Lord Hua’s eyes darken.
He shivers and pushes a little more.
“Please?”
Xie Lian should have expected it, but he still yelps when an arm slides around his waist and pulls him in. He only has time to put his hands up in lord Hua’s chest before his lips are captured in a kiss. The intensity is dizzying. Lord Hua kisses him like it is their first time again in that divan; passionate, breathless, a soft start just to reclaim his mouth relentlessly again.
Xie Lian gasps, but the sound is muffled and stolen from him. Lord Hua’s hand slides up to his nape, holding him in place while he devours him so enticingly. His mouth is ever so warm and soft, his tongue demanding entrance to his mouth.
Xie Lian allows it.
The moment his lips part lord Hua invades it like it is his right. He is unapologetic in his entrance, sliding inside, licking, nipping his lips until they start tingling. He tightens his hold over Xie Lian’s nape when he tries to back away for just a second. Xie Lian only meant to pull away to regain his breath, but lord Hua has always been capricious, greedy.
He bites his lower lip a little harder, pulls it until Xie Lian lets out a small whine. Only then does he soothe the pulsating lip with his warm tongue. Xie Lian grips his robes in between his tensed fingers. His heart is beating so fast, pounding so hard as if wanting to leave his chest. As if it wants to give itself to the man pushing him back to their marital bed.
Xie Lian would let it.
It would not make a difference where his heart stands, already it belongs to lord Hua.
He tumbles down into the bed, their lips parting for the first time with a soft slick noise. Lord Hua falls down with him, face shadowed by the warm orange lanterns. His chest rises with heavy breaths. It is nothing to the way Xie Lian pants desperately for air. His lips are tingling and numb, the pressure and intensity of the kiss just as mind hazing as their first one.
He tries to collect his thoughts, but lord Hua swoops down again and steals them away. His hands weakly grip the robes above him, melting under the passion leaving him weak and dizzy. He cannot help responding eagerly, kissing back with as much enthusiasm as he can manage. He cannot help the little noises that are pulled from his lips as he is overwhelmed by their kiss.
Lord Hua hums in between their lips, a more controlled answer to Xie Lian’s whimpers.
Xie Lian would believe the show of composure if he did not feel the evidence of his desire through all the ceremonial layers. It is faint, obstructed by so many clothes, but he recognizes the intimate press against his inner thigh. How could he not recognize the press stirring heat in his belly, the same familiar firmness which steals the breath out of his chest.
It is far from the first time he has felt it.
Hands trail away from his nape and brush down the intersection where his robes are held together. The feel around, stroking, pushing, fondling parts of his chest and waist which normally just a brush would have Xie Lian trembling. Over all the layers Xie Lian only shivers. Those touches promise him ruin and Xie Lian gladly accepts them.
Their lips disconnect with a soft wet sound.
Lord Hua licks his lips, the pupils of his eyes blown wide.
His fingers have found Xie Lian’s belt.
He tugs lightly.
Xie Lian’s heart pounds, this time only in anticipation.
Lord Hua does not hesitate to untie the belts. He glances at Xie Lian’s flushing face, cheeks surely a rosy pink furthering into a bright red from how hot they feel. Xie Lian looks away for only a second then returns to peek back at him, preening under his eyes. The feeling of being under lord Hua’s eyes never changes. It is still addicting, it still sets his heart pounding and fluttering like the beautiful beat of a butterfly’s wings.
Lord Hua leans in, brushes their lips together and murmurs, “Tonight was supposed to be the night I take you as mine for the first time. I pray you don’t mind my impatience from before, I can still teach you what it means to be my wife.”
Xie Lian’s face burns.
Lord Hua is taking all the blame for the impatience, but was it not also Xie Lian’s fault they consummated their wedding night before they even got engaged. Was Xie Lian not an active participant on that divan when they gave each other away to the other with desperate kisses and roaming hands?
Xie Lian squirms and presses his legs together, heat gathering and stirring down south.
Xie Lian remembers just how willing he was that day, that entire night which he can never forget.
Lord Hua takes in his reaction with a knowing glint in his eyes, clearly seeing Xie Lian’s reaction to his words. It makes something stir inside Xie Lian knowing lord Hua already knows all his signs of desire, that lord Hua knows what makes him squirm, what brings even more warmth to his cheeks. Even before they have consummated their marriage, lord Hua knows exactly what to do to have Xie Lian a mess under him.
Lord Hua presses his leg in between his closed ones, pushing with a steady unyielding pressure until Xie Lian has no choice but to allow him to spread them. He tries not to, but in the end Xie Lian’s eyes flicker down to the thigh in between his own. Slowly heat travels upwards to his face until he is unable to continue looking and turns away.
Xie Lian knows it is now no longer improper, but he got used to sneaking around behind walls and inside empty rooms. While the curl of shame knowing he should not be allowing lord Hua such liberties used to scandalize him, the excitement was familiar. Now that it is proper, expected even to allow lord Hua access to his body, Xie Lian finds the same rush of embarrassment from his first time gathering alongside the stirring heat in his belly.
Lord Hua only needs a glance to make an accurate guess what has him looking away.
His eyes sparkle, “Is my pretty bride feeling shy?”
Xie Lian whines, refusing to face him.
Lord Hua reaches out and turns his chin. His lips curl with amusement, “You’re blushing like an innocent virgin bride.”
Xie Lian flushes warmer.
“You’re only one of those things, remember?”
His eyes widen.
He covers his face, “You don’t have to say it like that!”
Lord Hua laughs, “Do you want me to lie? Tell you you’re still pure, still virtuous?”
Xie Lian whines, a throbbing pulse running down his legs.
Lord Hua unties the strings of his robes, fingers efficient with experience. There once had been a time lord Hua’s fingers hesitated when undressing him, a time when his fingers might have trembled to uncover Xie Lian. But that time has long since passed by each encounter. By each time Xie Lian allowed his once suitor to sully him further with the impatience of carnal pleasure.
“I can do it if you want,” lord Hua leans in, hands sliding under his robes with self assured ease, “that won’t erase the fact that you’re not a virgin on your wedding night. It won’t erase the fact that I’ve had you in my bed before we properly wed.”
Xie Lian gasps, his body jolting with the touch.
The words settle down in his stirring stomach, shameful and pulsing.
Lord Hua presses his lips on his jaw, kisses down his neck with fleeting brushes.
“You’ll still know what I feel like inside you. You’ll already know how it feels when I come inside your pretty belly.”
A desperate whimper tears from Xie Lian’s throat. His eyes tear up, his belly feeling achingly empty at the mention of it. He squeezes lord Hua’s leg in between his thighs, but it is no replacement for the real thing. He knows what the real thing feels like.
He aches for it.
Lord Hua unwraps him with his hands and his lips. His mouth is hot as it continues traveling down well known trails. His teeth bite ruthlessly, tongue flickers over bruising kisses he left there just the day before. He circles over a sensitive pink nipple.
“You can pretend you’re untouched if that’s what you want, but I already know what you sound like when you beg.”
His tongue licks the pebbled nipple and takes it inside his hot mouth, biting it ruthlessly.
Xie Lian’s hands fly to his hair, digging his fingers in between the soft silky strands as he arches for more, for release, for anything lord Hua will give him. He will accept it all, his torture, his caress, his love which leaves him breathless under its intensity. Xie Lian gladly buckles under him, crying his name.
Lord Hua pulls back, licks the tormented area.
“Yeah, just like that.”
Xie Lian sobs.
Lord Hua descends down on the other side, giving it the same treatment. Xie Lian cries under his mouth, tugs his hair, arches all over again. The gathering heat in his pants grows uncomfortably hotter, tighter. More than that, he clenches and feels devastatingly empty.
Lord Hua gives him no mercy; his teeth pull gently, bite harder around the area and soothe the sting away with his hot tongue. The swipe of pure heat only makes the area more irritated. By the time he is done Xie Lian’s nipples are bright pink and puffy. They are noticeably swollen and even more sensitive than usual. The air is cold compared to the warmth of lord Hua’s mouth. For a second Xie Lian’s arms strain with the want to pull him back.
He refrains.
Lord Hua kisses down his stomach, his lips still burning. His hands reach for Xie Lian’s arms, and despite his protests, pulls them away from his shoulders. Xie Lian sulks for a bit, sitting up when he is encouraged to. The action is a bit petulant, but he follows along nevertheless.
Lord Hua chuckles against his neck.
“I need to take your robes off if you want me to do more than this.” Lord Hua reminds him.
He sounds like he is laughing even if he is not actively doing so.
Xie Lian bristles but reluctantly lets go of lord Hua’s robes. He lets his own robes be pulled down his arms. A sudden shyness overtakes him and his arms tense, almost pulling the robes back to his chest. He bites his lip to keep the urge away. He reminds himself lord Hua has already seen every part of him. He has kissed, touched parts of him even Xie Lian did not dare before him.
He lifts his hips obediently to let his pants be pulled off as well. Once those are off he really cannot stop himself from pressing his legs together and up to his chest. It does not matter how many times lord Hua has seen him undressed, the act of revealing himself so completely is always embarrassing.
Lord Hua glances down in between his knees. He raises an eyebrow.
“Your Highness,” he grins, “you’re not hiding anything. I can still see that pretty little hole from here.”
Xie Lian’s eyes widen, his face flushing hot. A small sound of mortification escapes him and he goes to put his hands in between his thighs, but lord Hua takes a hold of his knees instead. He easily pushes Xie Lian back on the bed, forcing his legs apart to make space for him. Xie Lian only tenses for a second before he gives in and goes limp under his hands. For some reason, having lord Hua in between his legs is less embarrassing than pressing them together while bare.
Lord Hua’s hands trail up his thighs and wrap around on his hips, tracing the curve of his body with care. His eyes look at him up and down, multiple times, taking him in as if it is the first time. Hunger clouds his dark eyes, pupils blown wide and for a moment Xie Lian shivers; lord Hua appears starving.
Greedy.
A ravenous expression flashes over his face. The same one which always appears whenever Xie Lian is once again under him.
He trembles.
Lord Hua leans down, his body curving down to press his lips to the middle of Xie Lian’s chest. The kiss is gentle to the utmost, a rich contrast to the hunger he reins in. He sighs, a quiet sound so fond Xie Lian’s heart trembles as much as his body does.
Lord Hua whispers, “You’re perfect.”
And looks up to Xie Lian like Xie Lian has personally come down from heaven to bring him salvation.
Xie Lian does not get to respond before lord Hau’s lips go down to his flat belly, his nose nuzzling the soft pale skin. His mouth opens for his tongue to lick the area in preparation then he gathers his sensitive skin in between careful teeth, sucking until a throbbing sensation bruises it up from the outside.
Xie Lian lets out a little gasp.
His hands grab lord Hua’s hair once more
Lord Hua descends with the same ministrations, sucking, licking, nipping everywhere his mouth can reach. In between all the bruising petals he paints Xie Lian’s body with, murmurs of reverent praise are pressed alongside. A mix of filth and worship, carnal desire and pure devotion, all what may lie in between, lord Hua fills him with. His hands follow the path left by his mouth, just as gentle, just as wicked. He squeezes as much as caresses. He pinches and soothes one after the other.
By the time he reaches the place between his legs, Xie Lian is done for. His skin is so sensitive, so tormented and cared for. If he looks down he would be able to see the evidence of lord Hua’s presence, of his affection. Flower petals of love make him the most cherished flower.
Xie Lian’s hands also shake with the need to embrace lord Hua the way he is being held. He too wants to press his affections in his skin, make him feel the depth of his feelings. His thighs tremble, aching to wrap around him again. But for now lord Hua needs him to be obedient. Xie Lian can wait, even if rather not to, he can be patient and let lord Hua take what he needs first.
Lord Hua lifts his legs higher and presses them to his chest. The curve of the position sways his hard pressing desire to brush over his soft belly. The caress is startling. A soft moan leaves his lips, taken from him without his permission. It is the first touch he has felt there. Lord Hua has kissed and worshiped every part of his body, including his legs and arms, except for that one place.
Lord Hua’s eyes flicker down to his belly.
He smiles.
“Do you want to be touched there?”
His hand squeezes his thigh, close to the place Xie Lian’s desire is already dripping and a little further where he aches even more.
Xie Lian bites his lip, but shakes his head.
Lord Hua’s eyes flicker, a shadow of desire and want darkening them. He licks his lips, lightly swollen and pink as they are, he does not appear to be anywhere near done using them.
“I could do it, you know I can please you.”
Memories of how exactly lord Hua can use his mouth enter Xie Lian’s head. He drips more on his stomach.
He still shakes his head.
He takes a deep breath, swallows past the pulsing need demanding attention, “I want…”
He looks at lord Hua’s eyes, dark, hungry, and lets his lashes flutter nervously.
“I prefer it when you put your mouth,” his face burns, “in other places.”
He spreads his thighs a little more in case lord Hua did not get his vague words. He did not really need to show lord Hua where he was aching for more, lord Hua knows his needs more than Xie Lian himself.
The sharp inhale is loud, tight with tension.
“Your Highness,” lord Hua exhales a laugh, “Your Highness, are you trying to test my restraint?”
Xie Lian’s face flushes.
“No! I—“ he looks around, then turns back, “I just…”
Lord Hua sinks down to his knees and brings him to the edge of the bed by his hips.
“You just?” He raises an eyebrow.
His head is between his thighs, close to the place Xie Lian aches.
The sight of him in such close proximity is mortifying no matter how many times Xie Lian has seen it. His legs twitch but he keeps them where they are.
“I just want you.”
He admits softly.
Lord Hua’s forehead presses to his thigh, a low groan caressing his skin where his mouth hovers near.
Xie Lian squirms.
“Your Highness…” lord Hua nearly begs.
Xie Lian trembles.
He can hardly believe he has lord Hua, the same man who is constantly teasing him mercilessly both in and out of bed, down in his knees with such an agonized voice. He shivers and drips more in his stomach. He gives a little encouraging whine for lord Hua to get started.
Another sound of disbelief, of barely held restrain caresses his thigh, but lord Hua only needs to be encouraged once. His hands slide down and stretch Xie Lian, exposing the still puffy entrance which has last been bullied that same dawn. The little entrance clenches under the attention, uncurls to invite lord Hua back inside.
Xie Lian covers his face, hot and flushing as it is, and whimpers. To be so exposed in front of another, in such a lewd position, is so embarrassing. He wants to close his legs and hide, escape the exposure. But to cover up again would mean lord Hua will not touch him, he will not fill him with every part of him. To run away would mean to be empty and he so badly aches with the need to be thoroughly fulfilled.
Lord Hua kisses his inner thigh, a warning before his tongue brings ruin to his entrance.
Lord Hua has always been merciless, his tongue is even more so. It knows just the way to tease him, the way to lap and curl. Soft and wet, malleable and so skillful, it takes no time at all for lord Hua’s tongue to get Xie Lian arching and crying his name. The touch somewhere so sensitive, so delicate, Xie Lian can only writhe. The breach of the tip steals what little breath he still has. The smooth slide as it sinks further inside makes his fingers twist the bedsheets and yank with the same force the moan gets pulled from his slack mouth.
Lord Hua knows his body so well. He flickers and laps his tongue with perfect precision. He purses his lips and sucks, pulling a ringing scream from Xie Lian’s mouth. The sound echoes in the room just as much as the slick wet sound of a tongue savoring its meal. By the time a finger traces his entrance, now slick and soft, Xie Lian has tears falling down into the bedsheets. Another place in his body also drips with excessive wetness. His belly is a mess of petals and dew.
He sobs.
“You’re doing so well for me,” lord Hua soothes.
His mouth kisses his thigh which jumps, tight with tension. He kisses it again until the lingering strain dismantles. He does the same with the other one next to his head. He calms Xie Lian’s body down with gentle patient kisses. The show of care dries Xie Lian’s lingering tears.
Only once Xie Lian sniffs away the last of the tipping pleasure does lord Hua stand up. He makes sure to keep a hand on his body at all times while he goes to the side of the bed to retrieve a bottle of oil. When he strays too far Xie Lian reaches out his hand. Their fingertips brush and curl into each other, any separation too long.
Lord Hua returns back to his place in between his legs. His knee presses Xie Lian’s thigh while he undresses himself, the ties of his ceremonial robes undone by long elegant fingers. It takes longer than Xie Lian wants it to, but lord Hua comes back to his embrace. Xie Lian shuffles to the middle of the bed and opens his arms to take him in more comfortably.
The moment lord Hua hovers above him, Xie Lian’s arms reach out to wrap around his strong shoulders. He arches to press their chests together, a soothing sensation blanketing his body once their skins are touching again. A hand curves over his back and holds him up, lifting off the slight strain from his shoulders.
As warm fingers trail to the back of his head Xie Lian searches blindly for lord Hua’s mouth, and sighs in contentment when he finds it. Their lips meet once again, slow and gentle. He melts under the kiss, opening up so easily under the warmth of affection. His legs spread at the feeling of a hand sliding up his thigh.
Fingers, long and warm, search, gently nudging his legs apart to take their rightful place in Xie Lian’s innermost heat. The slickness of the oil leaves trails in between Xie Lian’s legs, but he does not care for an insignificant detail. Not when fingers which always bring the heavens down on him find his sensitive and soft entrance. They circle in preparation a few times and a kiss on the corner of his mouth warns him before the first finger slides inside.
The breach enters with a quiet slick sound, silent compared to how Xie Lian gasps. His entrance is soft and wet from lord Hua’s tongue, accepting the intrusion with a welcoming tightness. Xie Lian digs his nails in lord Hua’s back, anticipating more. The slide back and forth is smooth, not intrusive in the slightest when they follow the familiarity ie Lian has gotten to learn over many nights he should have been sleeping instead of allowing disgrace to his sacred body. Soon Xie Lian’s hips are shifting, pushing back, taking in the entire finger deeper.
He whines a little, pants against lord Hua’s jaw. He kisses wherever he can reach, his mouth latching and suckling. His tongue traces the smooth soft skin and trails to find more. He feels lord Hua moan against his lips. The vibration of his noise of pleasure buzzes down to gather into more pulsing heat in between his legs. Just as he is descending down lord Hua’s neck, flickering his tongue over the bite he just placed, another finger traces where the first finger disappears.
Xie Lian whimpers and spreads his legs for more room. The finger needs no more introduction. Almost as smoothly as the first one went in, the second one gets the same welcome. Lord Hua twists his fingers, curving them at an angle he has tested time and time again to bring consistent reactions.
Xie Lian wails.
The spot inside him, more sensitive than anywhere else in his body, even more than the dripping desire on his stomach, is pressed by persistent fingers. He writhes under the bliss, biting lord Hua’s nape to muffle his next scream as nerves inside his body are set alight by an expert hand. They pull back, the friction tingling and smooth. They let Xie Lian take in his next breath before they sink down again with the curl of his fingers, pressing into the same spot to have him sobbing on lord Hua’s shoulder.
Then they decide to spread, stretching him.
His eyes roll back.
He clenches around them but the fingers hold steady, twisting and moving even through his body’s attempt at stilling them. They continue to bring torment inside him, pulling sobs and cries until tears gather in his eyes. Only once Xie Lian’s hips have stopped pulling away and instead push back do the two fingers still.
Xie Lian trembles, latching his mouth on lord Hua’s arm to muffle his sounds. His body is pulsing, throbbing so intensely. The heat is dizzying, burning. He has been in the same situation, the same position, countless times now. But every time feels just as intense. He can never get used to the pressure of being stretched by clever fingers so sweetly and torturously. The pleasure robs him of words, only leaving him with cries.
“One more,” lord Hua promises.
Despite Xie Lian being the one whose breaths are being stolen away, lord Hua sounds almost as breathless. He breathes heavily, his hand on Xie Lian’s nape is just on the side of nearly being too tight but not entirely unpleasant.
Xie Lian whines.
As much as the fingers inside him feel good, they do not compare to what his body truly needs. The stretch is a mere introduction to what presses against the bed, surely hard and wanting already.
His mind hazes at the need throbbing down his belly.
He wants.
He wants so much.
He wiggles his hips, a pout gathering in his lips.
“I don’t want…”
He clenches around the still fingers in his entrance. He pulls back from lord Hua’s neck and falls down to the bed with a soft thump. His nails lightly drag down lord Hua’s arms. The fingers inside him slip away, leaving a devastating emptiness. Even worse, Xie Lian is unfortunately no longer against lord Hua’s chest. To remedy the loss he wraps his arms and one leg around him and pulls him down. Lord Hua only allows him so far.
Xie Lian lifts his head and purses his lips, waiting.
Lord Hua leans down and fulfills his silent request, catching his lips in a passionate dizzying kiss. His tongue slides smoothly into his mouth, licking and bringing further torment to Xie Lian’s already fuzzy head. Only once Xie Lian is limp under him, his mouth slack with hazy pleasure, does lord Hua pull back.
Xie Lian watches the way lord Hua licks his lips, his eyes half lidded. A small shiver runs down his body.
“You will take one more.”
Lord Hua’s voice is firm, no room for fighting.
Xie Lian’s belly swoops. He moans and spreads his legs more even though he is already stretching as far as he can. Lord Hua’s fingers circle his entrance again, applying little pressure. Not nearly enough like Xie Lian wants him to.
He whines.
Lord Hua raises an eyebrow.
“Use your words.”
Xie Lian’s face flushes warmer. He opens his mouth a few times, the words embarrassing even as they lie on the tip of his tongue. He swallows down the excess drool in his mouth.
He murmurs bashfully, “Please.”
Lord Hua continues circling his fingers, waiting.
Xie Lian squirms.
“I’ll take one more just please,” he shudders, “just put them in. I don’t like to feel so empty.”
Two fingers slide back inside.
“Good, Your Highness,” lord Hua coos, “see how easy it is once you listen?”
Xie Lian cannot answer back, a third finger is pushing past the tight grip of his entrance and settling nicely alongside the other two. The stretch stings a bit, but it does not hurt. No, the stretch makes Xie Lian writhe under lord Hua, begging him for more. Three fingers might be a poor imitation of the real thing, but anything counts when Xie Lian is so empty.
He pushes back into every thrust, mouth slack and head falling down in the bed. Heat gathers down in his stomach, pulsing, climbing. The fingers stretch and curl, rubbing him sensitive until Xie Lian can only arch, wail lord Hua’s name. They target the spot inside him which makes him lose his mind. The waves of pleasure are so intense, so expertly brought down to his trembling body.
The wave climbs higher and higher, the thrum louder. Xie Lian’s heartbeat echoes in his head, almost drowning out his own helpless cries. He warns lord Hua he is close, the peak unstoppable.
It is brought up so fast he cannot keep up with it.
But of course lord Hua already knows.
His fingers are accurate, purposeful. They press down in that single spot with precision, no mistake in their intentions. He just tips him over with a flick of his wrist. Then keeps going as the wave crashes down and steals Xie Lian’s breath. He gasps, scrambles to keep a hold of anything to tether him to the ground. His nails end up scratching down lord Hua’s back, but lord Hua does not complain.
He only presses his lips on Xie Lian’s ear and moans, his hand still moving. Slowly the fingers stop and the lingering sways of the wave wash away. The fingers stay deep inside him, not moving, not pressing the sensitive spot. They just stay still, a weight for Xie Lian to squeeze around and come back to.
A small kiss on his slack lips lifts the last of the haze.
Xie Lian wraps his arms more firmly around lord Hua’s shoulders and responds slowly. He sighs, wiggling back on the weight inside him. He clenches, wishing the stretch was bigger, heavier, more filling. He pulls back and looks up at lord Hua through his eyelashes. The sight of him makes Xie Lian’s belly swoop again. His face is so warm, surely his cheeks are flushing red. He bites his lip and wiggles his hips again.
He flutters his eyelashes.
“Please?”
Lord Hua closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The low sound at the back of his throat is agonized, borderline a growl.
Xie Lian shivers.
He knows that sound. The noise causes his legs to squeeze around the fingers inside him. Heat stirs low in his stomach again.
“Your Highness,” lord Hua slides his fingers out, ignoring Xie Lian’s little protest, “By the time I’m done with you you’ll think our first night was child’s play.”
Xie Lian’s breath gets stuck in his chest.
Their first night…
His stomach pulses, throbs.
Lord Hua satisfies him consistently. He beds him almost every night and never has his passion ever wavered. He is always so intense and thorough, making sure Xie Lian cannot lift a hand by the time he is done.
But nothing compares to their first night. Xie Lian could not walk without his legs trembling for days after that. The amount of times he was made to come, the way he screamed and wailed late into dawn. The merciless way he was taken over and over again, no regards to that night being his first. Xie Lian shivers at the memories. Then in the baths, his sobs echoed so loudly…
After lord Hua cleaned him up from just dirtying him again he took Xie Lian to bed to rest, but his impatience won and he stuffed his fingers in Xie Lian’s mouth while the servants outside started their day. They could not know their prince was in bed with another man, and not just any man, but a man he was not even betrothed to yet and still their prince was so ruined on his cock. The servants knocked on lord Hua’s doors to clean up for the start of the day but when they received no answer for a long time, they eventually left.
The minute they were gone Xie Lian stuffed his face in the dirty sheets and came again. He did not have count how many times it had already been. By that point he was coming dry. He just passed out after that. He woke up late the next day after sleeping for an entire day. That is the smuggest Lord Hua has ever been to this day.
He shivers.
Their first night, child’s play?
Lord Hua reaches to Xie Lian’s side, his fingers wrapping around the bottle of oil he must have grabbed while Xie Lian was too lost in his release. He pours it into his palm, his eyes only flickering down momentarily before returning to Xie Lian.
The intensity of his gaze is always overwhelming. It is as if he knows everything, as if a single flicker of his eye will reveal every truth inside Xie Lian. He looks away but cannot help quickly looking back. His gaze always drifts back to lord Hua as it has done so ever since they met.
Lord Hua reaches down, then only a moment later he is pressing the firm evidence of his desire up against Xie Lian’s soft slick entrance.
The air gets stuck in Xie Lian’s chest. He tightens his arms around lord Hua and closes his eyes. He pushes the leg he has around his hip down, accepting, allowing, begging him to just take what already belongs to him.
The promise lord Hua gave him that day echoes in his head.
‘I'll do whatever it takes to have you as my wife.’
So sincere.
So confident.
And now…
Xie Lian gathers his courage and breathes out. He hovers his lips over Lord Hua’s ear and whispers.
“Make me your wife.”
Lord Hua makes a sound, yearning, guttural.
His hand settles on his waist, the grip tight, almost painful like he cannot control his strength. His other one slides under Xie Lian’s head, utterly gentle. He pushes, slides inside and finally properly claims Xie Lian as his wife.
A burst of sensations, both physical and emotional, rises the more lord Hua pushes inside. His body gives way to take him in, opening up so willingly for the man who has captured his heart. For the man who has vowed with him to seal their lives together.
For his husband.
A sob tears from his lips.
Finally, after he has waited for what feels like centuries, the man embracing him is his husband.
Lord Hua pushes all the way inside, stretching him so wide, filling him until he can take no more but Xie Lian finds a way to accept it. He is willing to do anything as long as lord Hua remains inside him, as long as he kisses and soothes away the tears spilling from his eyes. His gentle words caress his ears, his voice settles down into his stomach.
The rich murmurs of affection curls sweetly in his belly right where lord Hua is.
Xie Lian opens his mouth, tries to say anything, but the feeling of being so filled robs his words. Lord Hua is so deep inside him, he is touching places only he will ever get to be in.
Not even Xie Lian’s own fingers can reach as deep as lord Hua can. His nails dig further in lord Hua’s shoulders, surely stinging from how tightly Xie Lian is gripping. But lord Hua makes no indication he is bothered. His arms above Xie Lian are steady, unmoving.
“Breathe.” Lord Hua instructs.
He presses a kiss on Xie Lian’s lips, a soft intimate brush. Xie Lian tries to chase his lips, but his head is spinning.
“You’ve taken me plenty of times before, Your Highness,” lord Hua reminds him, “You can do this.”
A whimper muffles in the back of Xie Lian’s throat.
He takes a deep breath in, holds it and tries to adjust to the overwhelming sensations in his body. Everything is too much, the feeling of lord Hua inside him, the knowledge they are now husband and wife.
The world does not give out under him. The edges of his vision are blurry, but the tears sliding down are warm. He drags his nails down lord Hua’s back, feels him shudder, hears his groan in his ear, low, damp. More than anything, lord Hua is solid underneath his fingertips. The wide stretch down below stings, but when he squeezes, lord Hua is just as solid, heavy.
He whines.
Xie Lian sniffs. His voice is a wisp in strength, breaking, fragile, but when he calls it is hopeful.
“Husband…”
Lord Hua trembles above him, his arms shaking.
Xie Lian calls again, louder.
“Husband.”
He gasps, feeling lord Hua throb inside him. He looks up and sees his pupils blown wide.
Xie Lian lowers his voice and licks his lips.
“Husband, won’t you take your wife?”
Lord Hua lowers his mouth over his ear. He breathes heavily, noticeably affected.
“My pretty wife…”
Xie Lian shivers.
“You know what you’re asking for?”
Xie Lian squeezes the cock inside him, pulses of pure molten heat rush down his stomach with every throb. He swallows the excessive wetness in his mouth.
He nods.
Xie Lian has waited for this for too long.
He wants this more than anything.
Lord Hua closes his eyes, his head falls into Xie Lian’s shoulder. He shudders again, a low groan presses into Xie Lian’s skin.
Lord Hua slowly begins to pull back.
Xie Lian knows he needs to, but a protesting whimper still escapes him. He tries to push him back inside, coaxing him with further tightness. Surely he is warmer and more pleasant than the outside air.
Lord Hua keeps pulling out.
He leaves behind an empty space inside Xie Lian. The absence is devastatingly noticeable. Xie Lian tries to squeeze to feel it less, but after Lord Hua has stretched him so much, his body cannot go back.
He whines.
Then he screams.
Lord Hua slams back inside with a snap of his hips.
The tip of his cock presses the same spot he has tormented with fingers, the area so sensitive.
He murmurs ever so softly, “Say it again.”
Xie Lian gasps, chokes on excessive drool. The lingering crash of pleasure leaves his mind blank. His head rolls, eyes unfocused. His body trembles from just a single slam on that one spot. It takes a minute for the waves to calm down.
“Hmm?”
His voice slurs.
Lord Hua slides his hand to his nape and lifts his head.
He kisses his slack mouth.
“Say it again.”
Xie Lian cannot remember anything he has ever said in his life. Instead he shifts his hips, clenches around lord Hua to get him to do that again. The pulses of bliss are trailing off and his body protests.
Lord Hua lowers his body down on top of him, putting some of his weight down on Xie Lian. The pressure makes Xie Lian’s eyes roll and the feeling of lord Hua pressing even deeper inside tears a mewl out of his lips.
Lord Hua bites his lip, “Call me your husband again.”
The pressure of ruthless teeth sinking in his lower lip makes the entire area pulse.
Xie Lian does his best to focus his eyes and look at lord Hua. It takes a second when all his mind wants to do is sink back into the haze, but he manages.
He trembles.
Lord Hua looks like a starving.
Xie Lian shivers.
His word is muffled with lord Hua biting his lip, but he manages a weak, “Husband.”
Lord Hua exhales shakily. He releases his lip, pressing his own against his delicate throat.
“Again.”
Xie Lian sinks his fingers in his hair.
“Husband.”
Lord Hua pulls back and snaps his hips inside, his thrust hard, mind shattering. He pushes Xie Lian up in the bed with the strength of it, holding him down when Xie Lian screams.
“Again.”
Xie Lian’s eyes roll back.
His mouth does not cooperate fast enough.
Lord Hua tightens his grip on his nape, shocking him back to his body.
“Who am I to you?”
Xie Lian sobs, tears filling his eyes.
He knows the answer. It spills before he can even think about it.
“My husband.”
Lord Hua pulls back and slides in so tortuously slowly.
“Good,” he kisses his trembling mouth, “now say it again. Let me hear my pretty wife scream it.”
That is the last word Xie Lian hears before everything becomes a blur of sensation and pure unwavering ruthless heat. The word rings in his head, a reminder.
Xie Lian follows his command.
His mind leaves him as Lord Hua holds down his writhing body, pulling him down with unfaltering brutal strength. He snaps his hips up at the same time he slams him down, forcing Xie Lian to feel the full force of the impact. The only thing Xie Lian can do under the assault of crescendoing bliss is cry the one thing asked of him.
“Husband!”
The word fuels lord Hua more. Any restrain lord Hua might have once had is gone, snapped. Lord Hua gets more ruthless, slamming him down harder, gripping any part of him he can. The strength behind them leaves Xie Lian shrieking, pleasure so intense he cannot keep up. He uselessly wails mercy, knowing it will do nothing.
He also keeps his legs spread as open as he can.
In between the continuous waves of bliss, every crash pulling his sanity further away from him, Xie Lian feels the building of his peak again. The appearance comes from one thrust to the next. The climb is sudden and fast, he has no room to adjust before his stomach burns.
He tries to tell lord Hua, but his mouth is stuck on the same word. Over and over again, the word tears from his lips like a prayer, louder than the sound of their bodies coming together, louder than the screech of the bed moving with them.
He does not need anymore than the spot inside him being continuously tormented for his lips to fall slack and a shriek to push past his mouth. His head spins, only a second later body falls completely limp in the bed. He feels the wet heat of his release spill everywhere in between their stomachs. His entire body throbs with the wave, nerves numb, mind undone.
He still feels lord Hua moving above him, his thrust still unfaltering. The feeling of his cock pushing past the resistance of his overwhelmed body pulls little whines out of Xie Lian’s lips. He tries to back away, but he has no strength to even lift a finger. The continuous movement shocks his oversensitive insides, robbing him of any breath he might gather.
Lord Hua sees his release, he must have felt when he came. His eyes are dark and unfocused.
Xie Lian whimpers, a pulsing shock running down his back.
Lord Hua slides his hand underneath his knee and pushes it to his chest, opening him up to expose him in a mortifying position. His eyes stare where their bodies connect. The obscene stretch of Xie Lian’s hole stretching, clenching, pulling him deeper inside his body, welcoming more ruin.
Lord Hua moans, low and gratifying.
Xie Lian whines, tightening around him. The sound of his husband’s pleasure gathers thrilling shocks down into his belly. His cock is soft in his stomach, but the swaying and grinding into the place where he aches the most tests that. More than that, he clenches around the next thrust, he still feels empty…
He is stretched so widely around his husband, already brought down the edge of his peak.
But he still…
He cries, scratching his nails down lord Hua’s body, bringing him closer.
The emptiness is not yet satisfied.
Lord Hua’s cock might bring him to ruin, but Xie Lian needs more.
He needs, needs, needs!
Lord Hua has not yet completely claimed him as his wife.
He has not claimed him as a husband should. His belly is so empty, so cold.
Ever since the first time lord Hua showed him what to expect, Xie Lian has not gone a day without feeling the absence when not being filled. Memories of how much his husband can give him make the ache worsen.
Xie Lian digs his nails more viciously, yanking him down harder on top of him.
“Your Highness-“ lord Hua gasps.
Xie Lian sobs, “Give it to me!”
He rakes his nails down, demanding what he needs.
Lord Hua moans louder.
“You said you would teach me how to be your wife,” his voice cracks with a whimper, “Make me your wife! Please, husband!”
Lord Hua makes a sound, deep, unrestrained, a mix between a groan and a growl.
He yanks Xie Lian up into his lap, sinks him further down in his cock.
Xie Lian screams.
“Tell me what you need,” lord Hua buckles up into him, pressing into the spot which always drives Xie Lian to the brink, “tell me. Let your husband take care of you.”
His mouth finds Xie Lian’s, lips connecting hard and messy with how much they are moving.
Xie Lian sobs, tears slipping down his cheeks at the change of position. His legs instinctively move to kneel on either side of lord Hua’s hips, but lord Hua’s thrusts falter the strength out of his legs. His knees fail him, thighs crumbling whenever they want to rise. He sinks all the way down and wails, his hands flying to his stomach.
The bulge he usually forgets about greets him.
His head spins.
That’s right, his husband is too big for him…
Xie Lian can barely take him, and not without his flat pretty belly straining around him.
“Inside,” his voice breaks with every mind altering thrust, “I need you inside!”
Lord Hua lifts his hips and brings him down, buckling his hips at the same time.
Xie Lian wails.
Lord Hua pants against his lips, “Am I not inside already?”
He rolls his hips, letting Xie Lian feel exactly how deep inside he truly is.
Xie Lian sobs, shaking his head.
“You know what I mean!”
How can his husband tease him like this on his wedding night?!
He knows exactly what Xie Lian needs. Xie Lian always asks for the same thing.
Every time they have laid together, starting from their very first night, Xie Lian has always needed one thing more than anything. He squeezes the cock inside him and cries even more. Not enough, not nearly enough even when his body is barely holding at the seams.
Lord Hua slows down.
He ignores how Xie Lian wails and pulls his hair, ignores the nails digging down on his back, harder down his shoulders, even over his nape. He hisses, buckles up to give Xie Lian one more taste, but sits still.
Xie Lian glares at his husband with teary eyes, his lips wobbling.
Why did his husband have to stop?
Did he not promise him a better night than their first one?
Lord Hua hardly let him do anything their first night, any night, why is he forcing Xie Lian to seek his own pleasure when he could be doing it more efficiently, better, harder, just exactly how Xie Lian needs it.
He shifts his hips back and forth, his head swaying and rolling with each motion. He grows more enthusiastic the more lord Hua does not stop him. He rolls his hips, needing more friction, more strength. His trembling legs impatiently try to help, but they are still too weak. Lingers of pleasure still trail down his thighs leaving them shaky and unusable. He bounces in his place as much as he can, unsatisfied whines falling from his lips.
Lord Hua’s head tilts back for a second. He gives in to Xie Lian’s enticing display. His hips roll upwards, filling Xie Lian exactly how he needs it. Xie Lian’s mouth slackens and a moan, satisfied, falls from his lips. He bounces down harder, hoping lord Hua will continue.
Instead, Lord Hua sinks his hand on his messy hair, the other he leaves on Xie Lian’s hip. He leans in, pulling Xie Lian into a slow soft kiss.
No matter how much Xie Lian whines and moves around, pulls away in an act of defiance, lord Hua is steady, unmoving. It takes a while for Xie Lian to calm down. He is so overwhelmed by the physical feeling of lord Hua inside him, by the absence of liquid heat, the ache, even more, by the knowledge, the assurance, lord Hua is finally his husband.
He sobs.
The strength from his legs give out.
His hips cannot stop grinding down, but Xie Lian melts into the kiss, finally giving in to the steadiness of lord Hua. His body still demands fulfillment, but his mind settles down into a pleasant blanketing haze.
Lord Hua pulls back.
Xie Lian whines.
He gives him a placating last kiss, lingering and warm.
“Your Highness,” he murmurs.
Xie Lian’s lips tremble.
That is not the title he wants to hear.
He shakes his head.
Lord Hua pauses, his eyebrows furrowing.
Xie Lian kisses his jaw, “Not that one.”
He nips the warm skin under his lips, sucks, laps, does not stop until lord Hua groans under his mouth.
He tucks his face on his neck.
“Husband,” Xie Lian mumbles into his throat, face flushing warmer, “won’t you call me your wife?”
He pulls back, needing to see Lord Hua when he says it.
Xie Lian remembers the first time he asked for that. How shy and hopeful he had been, how much he wanted to hear the confirmation lord Hua wanted it as much as he did. His heart still warms at the memories of the first time he heard it.
So long has passed since then.
Lord Hua’s eyes soften.
“My wife.”
His heart still aches with so much affection at hearing it every time.
Tears blur his vision.
“My wife,” lord Hua’s hand trails from his hair to his warm cheek, “my pretty wife. My only wife I’ll ever take.”
A sob breaks past his lips.
Lord Hua leans in, brushes their lips ever so slightly, “I’ll give you what you need. I always give my pretty wife all he needs.”
Xie Lian pushes forward, pressing their mouths softly. He breathes out shakily, every part of him aching, overwhelmed, not yet fulfilled. So many contradicting emotions and all of them entirely too much.
Lord Hua parts his lips and swipes his tongue over his bottom one. Xie Lian needs no more than that to allow the entrance. He feels himself be pushed back down on the sheets, lord Hua hovering over him again. The weight of his body is reassuring, the feel of him sinking further inside invigorating. His mouth is hot, his tongue dizzying.
Xie Lian can barely keep up with all that is happening. All he knows is that he needs more than he has ever done in his life. The only other comparable time would be his first time.
Isn’t it his first time again?
The first time he has laid with his husband as a married couple?
As lord Hua’s official wife?
Xie Lian shivers.
His wife.
Oh, how his heart aches with how much he feels about that title. He will never get tired of hearing it. He is finally lord Hua’s wife and not just in name, but officially, by vows, by consummation…
His thoughts halt.
He pulls back from the distracting kiss with heavy breaths. His lips tingle and feel numb, the bite from earlier still occasionally pulsing. Lord Hua chases after his lips and when Xie Lian turns his head he tilts his head. He pauses, flickers his eyes down and smiles.
“Is my wife feeling impatient?” He rolls his hips.
Xie Lian’s breath hitches. A buzzing starts on his stomach again, picking up where he last left off. His stomach is so slick with his earlier release, with new dripping wetness.
Lord Hua takes his hand off his face and grabs Xie Lian’s wrist from his own shoulders. He intertwines their fingers, squeezing back when Xie Lian grasps his hand desperately.
“I won’t make you wait anymore.” He promises, bringing their intertwined hands to his lips.
He kisses Xie Lian’s fingers, lips warm and soft.
Xie Lian brings their hands to his own lips. He places a kiss on the back of lord Hua’s knuckles.
“Please,” Xie Lian brings his other hand to lord Hua’s nape and sighs over his lips, “I don’t think I can’t wait much more.”
His eyes close.
Lord Hua brings their intertwined hands on the bed, pins them above Xie Lian’s head. Their fingers squeeze once, twice.
“Then don’t.”
Lord Hua pulls back, his breath hitching, and slides inside slowly. The softest of moans leaves Xie Lian’s lips. His eyes flutter. The gentle thrust intensifies the buzzing in his stomach, the swoop and flutter in his chest.
The next thrust is faster, a little harder.
A gasp is stolen from his lips.
Lord Hua squeezes his hand, his pace picking up.
“Don’t hold back,” lord Hua pants against his mouth, “I want to hear you.”
And then he snaps his hips down, slamming down on that spot of ruin.
Xie Lian screams.
It is the first of many.
For all of Lord Hua’s composure, he has a limit.
The sound of Xie Lian’s screams tear it.
Xie Lian scrambles to hold onto any part of his mind. The waves of unrestrained bliss crash one after the other. Before he can even take a breath to finish taking in the first wave, his husband is already holding him down to give him more, more, more.
Giving it all to him.
Just like Xie Lian asked for.
Every cry, every sob and scream, all Lord Hua takes as encouragement to bring him down harder, faster, more ruthlessly until Xie Lian can only wail his name. Scream the only title that matters.
Lord Hua reacts to that title more than anything.
His hips buckle, lose their rhythm, yank Xie Lian down to make up for the falter. His eyes lose focus, growing hazy and darker, all at the simple call of one word.
“Husband!”
Lord Hua’s moans. His head falls into Xie Lian’s shoulder, not stopping even when his pace stutters.
The sound of his pleasure reaches Xie Lian’s ears with the same intensity as his unforgiving thrusts. The sound of his moans, his gasps, the tight grip on his hand which only gets tighter the longer their bodies meet loudly in their wedding chamber.
His head spins.
Just as much as Xie Lian is losing his mind, lord Hua is right there with him. The same bliss wrecking havoc in his body, setting every part of him aflame is reflected in the man above him who keeps giving him everything he has. Who holds his hand in the crescendoing of bliss and torment.
He moans his name, his title, he calls him “wife” with the same reverence one might plead to a god.
The wave grows louder, the crashes ring in his ear.
It feels like drowning.
Xie Lian has one last gasp of air.
He uses it to call his name. It is a wailing cry, a desperate last hold for sanity, for someone to catch him before he crashes down under the tiding wave.
Lord Hua keeps a hold of his hand, squeezing it.
His lips close in on his call.
He whispers, “It’s alright, I’m right here.”
Xie Lian sobs.
He needs…
Lord Hua pants, just as undone, but he knows what Xie Lian needs more than anyone. He kisses his trembling lips and snaps his hips ruthlessly, slamming down that single spot continuously without mercy. As if to contradict, his voice is a gentle command.
“That’s it, come for your husband.”
Xie Lian wails.
“Now.”
The wave crashes down.
It sweeps him away, overwhelms him, he can only follow the last word he hears and then he is gone.
His vision blurs, darkens, flashes of white, endless colors, an overwhelming mix of everything and nothing all courses through his mind. He writhes under the assault, gasping desperately for any breath. The sensation robs him of any strength to call out anything in the end.
All he can do is feel.
All he is in sensation.
He hears lord Hua above him, feels him lose control, the call of his name just as broken as Xie Lian called out before. The tight grip of his hand slams Xie Lian back into his body.
He gasps.
And then there is warmth.
There is heat
His head spins.
His eyes roll back.
Lord Hua shudders above him, his hips stutters as he fills him up from the inside with the thing Xie Lian has been asking for since the start. The feeling is his husband coming inside him, filling him up until he can take no more, finally fully claiming him as his wife, Xie Lian’s body tries to give more but he cannot so soon.
He shudders dryly, a crash swaying him back and forth lightly compared to the previous one.
Lord Hua collapses on top of him.
There is silence for a moment. Neither speak, their breaths instead doing all the talking. The sound of their pants, gasps, the beating of their hearts fill up the quiet room.
For a long time Xie Lian’s mind refuses to settle back in head. He tries to lift his hand but all he can really focus on is how warm he is.
Oh, how warm and full he finally is.
Lord Hua is so heavy on top of him, inside him. The feel of him so deep inside, the feel of his release so hot even deeper.
His mind breaks concentration again.
He clenches, every nerve inside him cries in protest, and he whines in return. He squeezes again, needing to feel every part of lord Hua in him. He always comes so much. He fills him up so nicely, so warmly, settles in so deeply like one day he will find a way to never leave.
Xie Lian never wants him to leave.
“What is my pretty wife thinking about?”
Lord Hua murmurs, not moving from his place in Xie Lian’s neck. The feel of his breath on his damp skin is hot, Xie Lian shivers.
His face turns even hotter.
“Nothing…”
Lord Hua shifts his hips, pressing the oversensitive spot inside Xie Lian.
He whimpers.
Lord Hua rises on his elbows, a twinkle of amusement gathering in his half lidded eyes.
He grins.
“So you’re just squeezing on my cock for no reason?”
A flash of heat goes to Xie Lian’s stomach.
He looks away.
Lord Hua follows, his nose brushing over his soft cheek. He turns to whisper in Xie Lian’s ear.
“If you want more I can give it. You know I always give my pretty wife everything he wants, haven’t I proven that?”
His stomach swoops at the word he has longed for so long.
Xie Lian’s cheeks flush warmer.
He squeezes the load around him, still so hot from how fresh it is.
Lord Hua moans, low, soft, deeply satisfied. He buckles his hips, pulling back a bit and quickly filling him up again. Still, a drop of the liquid heat inside Xie Lian escapes. He turns back to look at his husband, his eyes filling with tears. A little sob escapes his trembling lips. How can his husband waste a drop like that? It is not his to waste. He gave it to Xie Lian, it is his now. Lord Hua cannot just steal it like that after Xie Lian has asked for it so sweetly.
Was he not good for him?
Was he not a good wife for his ruthless husband?
He worked so hard…
A tear slips down his cheek.
Lord Hua swoops in before Xie Lian can do anything about it.
His tongue is warm on his cheekbone, a flashing wet heat.
A weak pulse echoes in Xie Lian’s full belly.
“Don’t cry,” his husband coos, “you don’t have any to spare. By the time I’m done with you you’ll be out of tears to cry.”
His tongue follows up to the corner of his eye.
“So save them. You’ll need them.”
A helpless little gasp escapes Xie Lian’s mouth. His face burns, the trail of heat lord Hua’s tongue left is on fire.
Lord Hua leans back, licking his lips.
His eyes are dark again, his mouth glinting into a hungry smile.
“Don’t forget,” his husband reaches out a hand and tucks Xie Lian’s hair back, “I promised you a better night than our first. I’m not anywhere near done.”
Xie Lian shivers.
He has the sudden realization they have only gone one round.
His stomach drops.
His mouth also drops.
Lord Hua smiles even brighter.
“I hope you remember what it was like to only be able to crawl for a week,” he swoops in and kisses his cheek, “I’ll make it longer this time.”
Any protest Xie Lian might have is lost as the feeling of a stir inside him, a throb.
His eyes widen.
He is not ready yet. He can barely turn his head. How can his husband be ready for another round. Xie Lian has not recovered enough to move an arm, nevermind take another round of torment. He looks around the room, but there will be no help. No staff is to bother them for the next three days and they are to be spare for the next week after that.
Lord Hua follows his helpless gaze.
He laughs.
“Oh, but haven’t you been waiting for this day so eagerly? Didn’t you beg for the day I would take you as my wife?”
Xie Lian’s face burns.
“I didn’t beg!”
He asked, there is a difference.
Besides, the one who went down on his knees for his hand was lord Hua. Xie Lian is about to add that when lord Hua nods.
“Of course you didn’t beg, you demanded it.”
Xie Lian’s mouth drops.
“I didn’t—“
Lord Hua is not listening to anything he says. He takes in his every word with a solemn nod, a weary sigh.
“It’s alright,” he coos, “I don’t mind a fussy wife. It’s alright, you’re right, it’s all my fault. There, there.”
Xie Lian sobs.
Lord Hua’s eyes flash.
His voice lowers.
“Do you want to cry?”
Xie Lian freezes midway through his sob.
He sucks it back up.
Lord Hua hums, leaning in closer. The vibration of the sound presses into Xie Lian’s chest.
He shivers.
His husband’s eyes can be so dark, the pupils and iris blending into appearing as one.
“If you want to cry, I can give you a better reason.”
He rolls his hips, making it clear what the other reason can be.
What it will be.
Xie Lian whimpers, feeling another drop spill from the safety of his warm belly. He clenches on instinct and only after doing that he realizes his mistake.
But by then Xie Lian has no voice to protest. He is too busy trying to form a coherent thought. Not a single one appears for the next week. And then halfway through the next one as well. By the time his husband lets him form any thoughts Xie Lian cannot stay awake enough to have them. When his voice returns he will scold him and when he can walk he will kick him out of bed. For now, he will settle for demanding to be spoiled like a proper wife should be.
Lord Hua, while merciless and wicked in bed, has never had any problems spoiling him. Their night, or well, morning, ends with Xie Lian carefully lifted to head to the baths. He is limp beyond measure, rung exhausted by the passion of his husband. The same syrupy sensation in his body resonates in his chest, soft warmth brimming with affection, with joy.
His husband kisses his forehead as he sinks them down in the bath. He gathers Xie Lian in his arms, fully aware Xie Lian has no strength left. Xie Lian’s eyes fight sleepiness. The smile on his lips is weak, yet when he lifts his head to look at lord Hua, strength from seemingly nowhere brightens his entire face.
Lord Hua’s face softens, the mischief in his eyes replaced with something more gentle, more affectationate. He brushes his lips over his forehead again. The simple kiss is filled with endless words that wrap around him like a warm hug.
Xie Lian lets out a small sigh as he leans into his touch. The same hands that have brought him torment for hours wash away the evidence of their passion. All the liquids, both inside and outside of his body, are wiped clean off his skin with careful delicate caresses. It is almost hard for Xie Lian to believe lord Hua had the capacity to bring as much tranquility to him as he can excitement. He would laugh at the duality, if his head was not left spinning in its wake.
They retire to bed with very little words exchanged. There is something peaceful about climbing into newly fitted sheets after a night full of excitement. Xie Lian settles into his husband’s arms, and is quietly giddy that come late afternoon around the time they will wake up, their life as a married couple will finally begin.