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You would think Xie Lian would know better by now than to accept things from the citizens of Ghost City. It’s not because he’s stupid, because he’s certainly not. But they’re so nice to him, and they look so happy when he does accept things from them! And they never give him anything truly dangerous, they’d never (Hua Cheng would never let them get away with it). It’s not his fault! He just likes seeing people happy, and if taking some trinket overjoys them, why wouldn’t he take it?
This has caused several small problems for him over time. They’re never anything that doesn’t go away with time, or some spiritual energy, or some other simple means. Hua Cheng has grown fondly exasperated by how often he finds Xie Lian in Paradise Manor under some sort of curse because “They worked so hard on it, San Lang” or “They were just a kid, how could I say no to them, San Lang?” Hua Cheng discourages him from doing it again, but he always does. Some of them aren’t even dangerous at all! Some of the consequences of accepting one of the ghost’s gifts are fun! One time, he was given a hairbrush that turned his hair pink!
Overall, it’s pretty harmless, especially by his standards.
And the curse from this one is harmless, too! Relatively. Still, when he takes the box from this particular ghost, the energy that tingles over his skin is familiar. When he’s almost back at Paradise Manor and feels the pins and needles sensation settle on his tongue, it finally hits him.
Ah. Fuck. This again.
Honestly, it was only a matter of time, wasn’t it? With him accepting almost everything he’s handed. Maybe he should’ve listened to Hua Cheng, after all. He’s really the only one to blame this time. By some sort of miracle, nobody stops him on the way to their bedchambers (which totally has nothing to do with how he was speed walking there with a slightly panicked expression). He shuts the door behind him and leans against it with a put-upon sigh.
What’s even in this thing? He’d just been speaking with this woman who runs something of an organization to care for some of the ghost children. He’d just been talking with her about how cute they were, and how he’s always had a soft spot for kids when she went bright-eyed and handed him this. One of the kids had distracted her, and he’d gone on his way. He doesn’t think it was intentional, the curse. He’s come to realize that sometimes certain kinds of ghosts just kind of put a little too much intention into their gifts or the things they own. It can have effects when some ghosts are around a particular thing frequently or put a lot of work into something with certain ideas in mind. What had she even said when she handed it to him? Something about “for when he wanted to make a family.” Curiously, he lifts the box’s lid to find a bottle securely cushioned within. With furrowed brows, he lifts it to read the hastily scrawled label (if he can read Hua Cheng’s handwriting, he can read anything). A single pill(?) clicks against the glass. Upon reading it, the sound he makes could be called a startled, embarrassed squeak. He nearly drops the thing! Though he’s alone in their room he can feel this stupid curse taking effect, pushing his thoughts out of his mouth, “Why do people keep giving us childbearing pills?” And what’s that have to do with the truth curse?! He sighs again, with much more force than before. Well, at least they actually plan on using a few at some point. He might as well put this one with the other. So, he does, setting the box on a particular shelf on the other side of the room. Maybe they’ll get a jar for them or something, since everyone seems intent on gifting them to him and Hua Cheng.
He mumbles to himself, “Sometimes. I feel like losing the luck shackle didn’t even do anything.”
He steps over to their bed, taking a seat on it. Now, while he’s still alone, he wonders how the curse wants to humiliate him this time. Last time, he’d already been preoccupied for a good while about wanting to sleep with his husband, so it makes sense that it’d be what the cursed picked—if it goes after your largest current desire, anyway. He admittedly didn’t look into it more after the whole incident was over. Everything had ended up fine, so he didn’t feel the need. It’s been a few months since then.
It had even taken him a while to find out what the curse wanted last time, despite the thought having been near the front of his mind for a while. Is there anything like that now? He hums to himself, thinking. Last time, nothing had come to mind. Now, though… Now that he and Hua Cheng have been intimate for a while now, it’s not that nothing comes to mind, but that several things do. It’s become abundantly clear over the past few months that Xie Lian has many desires. He’s talked with Hua Cheng about some of them. Others were spurred on by something Hua Cheng said or explained. His face tints pink at some of the thoughts that cross his mind. He looks around again, though he knows he’s alone, and takes a deep breath. Quietly, he mutters to himself, “I… I want to…” He struggles to pick one. He can feel the light soreness setting up in his throat. Fine. He whispers out in a rush, “I want to tie San Lang up.” He waits, but the tingling on his tongue doesn’t let up. “Hm.” He flops down, staring up at the ceiling. What was that one thing called? It had a name. “I want… um. I want to edge San Lang?” He feels ridiculous, talking to himself like this, but it’s better than just spilling everything onto his husband all at once.
And of course, because these things always happen to Xie Lian, this is when Hua Cheng enters their room. “Gege?” He calls. He’s in his true form today.
Regardless of the situation, Xie Lian is happy to see him, of course he is. He also has a while until he reaches word-vomit stage, if it’s the same as last time. So, he simply turns to face Hua Cheng and chimes, “Hi, San Lang. How was the den?”
Hua Cheng waves his hand as if to brush the topic away. “The same as always. How are you, though? Someone said you looked upset?” Xie Lian swallows. Curse Hua Cheng’s dedicated staff!
“Oh, I’m fine, it’s nothing,” Xie Lian answers, “I just-” his jaw clicks shut with a slight sting. He doesn’t want to get the woman in trouble! And Hua Cheng already deals with this particular habit of Xie Lian so much. Hua Cheng crosses to their bed, taking a seat beside Xie Lian.
“You just what?” He asks, bringing a hand to his husband’s hair. He swipes some of it from his face, carding his fingers through it. This time, Xie Lian’s sigh is pleased. He leans into the touch.
“That feels nice,” he says. He adjusts his position to make it easier for Hua Cheng to continue. “I just don’t want you to get upset.”
“I’d-” He pauses along with his hand. Xie Lian makes a small displeased sound, glancing up at him. His eye is lasered onto Xie Lian’s mouth. Oh. The curse mark. He locks his jaw. “Dianxia?”
“Mn?” A dark eye meets his gaze.
His tone is carefully even when he asks, “Could you open your mouth for a moment?” Xie Lian averts his eyes. “Dianxia.” Despite the increasingly singeing pain, he keeps his mouth shut, and shakes his head. Hua Cheng’s tone is honey-sweet, “Dianxia. Please open your mouth for this husband.” Xie Lian frowns, wrangling himself back from replying, no fair! Hua Cheng’s hand shifts from his hair to hover over the front of his face, thumbs gently settling near the hinges of his jaw. Xie Lian, who’s seen plenty of people wrestle things out of their dog’s mouths, seizes his wrist. When he meets Hua Cheng’s eye again, he can see the performative smile laced with microexpressions of concern. He wilts a little under the worried face.
Speaking into the communication array, Xie Lian says, You wouldn’t .
Hua Cheng answers aloud, “And why not?”
Xie Lian’s hand on his wrist twitches. You always listen to me .
“There are exceptions,” he retorts. Xie Lian’s eyes half-heartedly narrow.
Such as?
“Such as when you are potentially in danger,” he informs. His fingers press slightly. Xie Lian doesn’t budge, merely tightening his own grip. He knows Hua Cheng could easily press as hard as he needs to in an attempt to get him to open up, but Xie Lian could just as easily rip his hand away. Neither of them really want to do either of those.
His voice whines through the array, San Lang . Speaking through the array eases the pain, but not as much as speaking would.
“Gege,” he responds. He shifts tactics, instead cupping his jaw. “Another reason is when you’re hurting yourself.” Xie Lian hums, audibly conflicted.
It doesn’t hurt , he says. Not much, anyway , he tacks on against his will. He sighs through his nose, annoyed with himself. It’s harder to physically keep words back when they’re not physical. His hand on Hua Cheng’s wrist shifts awkwardly. He repeats, “Please don’t be upset.” Hua Cheng frowns at the familiar curse mark, like a bruise on his tongue.
“I wouldn’t be upset with you over this.”
“Don’t be upset with the ghost, either!” Xie Lian blurts, much more blunt than he’d intended. “She didn’t mean it. It’s my fault. You know how I am with the gifts.”
Hua Cheng smiles a little helplessly. “I do know how you are with the gifts. What I do not understand is how you can keep taking them when things like this happen to you.”
“I like seeing them happy.” He leans into the hand caressing his jaw, his own grip on Hua Cheng’s arm light at this point.
“I know you do,” Hua Cheng responds. He smiles down at him with a soft look in his eye before leaning in to press a small kiss to his lips. “But I don’t like seeing you cursed. Maybe we can make some sort of system.”
Xie Lian blinks up at him. “Like what?”
“Maybe…” Hua Cheng drawls, returning his hands to Xie Lian’s hair. “Maybe, when you go through Ghost City, I can send a few butterflies after you. They could carry what people give you. You wouldn’t need to touch the gifts, not until I screened them.” Xie Lian nods.
“That sounds good.”
“Good,” Hua Cheng brightens. “Now. How are you feeling?”
“Same as last time,” Xie Lian says. “Tingly, little achy. It hurts a little bit to keep words back. But not that much!”
“Forgive me for doubting that, gege.” The naila of his free hand run over Xie Lian’s scalp. “Your standards for pain are frankly alarming.”
“Your hands feel good,” Xie Lian murmurs as he huffs a laugh. “Yes, I suppose that is true, isn’t it? I’m just so used to it!” This is, apparently, not a good thing to say, as it turns Hua Cheng’s smile tight again. “No! No, it’s fine! Don’t be sad, San Lang! That’s all done now, isn’t it? Don’t get sad about it, I’m fine, I’m good .” He turns and nuzzles against his husband’s leg and hand. “I’m very good, San Lang. Regardless of this absurd curse. As long as I’m with you, I’m good.” He watches as Hua Cheng melts a little at the words. Xie Lian smiles up at him, something a little mischievous in his eyes. Some people say Hua Cheng has rubbed off on him too much, but if they really knew him, they’d know it had always been there. It just takes Xie Lian being comfortable to let the impish side of him out. “San Lang is so good to me,” he sing-songs. Hua Cheng’s smile spreads at the familiar tone. Xie Lian curls into him, wrapping his hands around his waist. Hua Cheng can hear the amusement threaded into his next words, “Such a good boy.”
Hua Cheng coughs, adjusting how he sits. “Ah, gege. Shouldn’t we be focusing on breaking the curse?”
“Why?” Xie Lian asks, hooking his leg over the one closest to him. “It’ll come out eventually. Who knows? Maybe I’ll say something along the way, and we won’t even want to worry about it.”
“Do you want to? When you’re like this?” Hua Cheng asks.
“Yes.” It’s almost a surprise to Xie Lian, but when he thinks for another second, he realizes it really shouldn’t be. He laughs, the sound bubbling out of his chest. “It’s like the opposite of a gag!”
“I’ve created a monster,” Hua Cheng laments.
“No you didn’t,” Xie Lian chuckles, fond. “You just let him into your house. Or, well, into your bed.” Hua Cheng snorts. Xie Lian pushes himself back up, keeping one hand by Hua Cheng’s waist and bringing the other up to rest over his chest. “San Lang! San Lang, can you make your heart beat tonight? I want to see you blush.” A blush of his own settles over his cheekbones. It is nerve wracking, being pushed into saying what comes to mind with little to no refinement. He knows what he’s said so far is incredibly tame, and that it’ll only get worse from here on out. He is serious, though, in his suggestion that he might just fess up whatever the curse wants. It’s worth a shot.
“Anything for you, gege,” he answers.
“Only if you want to!” Xie Lian insists.
“Oh, I want to,” Hua Cheng assures. Beneath his hand, Xie Lian can feel the thrumming of Hua Cheng’s heart in his chest. Xie Lian smiles.
“I love you.” He doesn’t need a curse to make him say that. Hua Cheng leans forward, a matching grin on his face.
“I love you, too, gege.” Xie Lian’s hand clenches, grabbing his robe to tug him the rest of the way forward. Xie Lian makes a happy sound against his mouth. For a blissful few moments, his mind goes quiet at the movement of Hua Cheng’s warming lips against his. Hua Cheng tilts his head a fraction to make the slide between them easier. His false breath, that often accompanies his faux pulse, comes faster. When Hua Cheng’s tongue slides over Xie Lian’s lip, he lets it in, licking into his mouth in turn. The static in his head refocuses when Hua Cheng moans into his mouth, a small but lovely sound.
He murmurs against his husband’s lips unable to stop himself, “I love your sounds. I love pulling them from you.” Hua Cheng’s smile looks suspiciously like the expression someone makes when they’re holding back a laugh. “What? You know I do. I can’t really lie like this-”
“-I know you do,” Hua Cheng reassures. Xie Lian presses another kiss to his jawline. “Don’t worry, I know that very well by this point.” Xie Lian kisses up to his pointed ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, which click against the butterfly-shaped stud. The ear twitches, the other earrings on it jingling together. Xie Lian continues, delighted, “I love your ears! I love when they do that, it’s adorable.” He nips at the end, sucking on it. It twitches again, fruitlessly since it can’t jerk away with the tip of it between Xie Lian’s teeth. His voice absurdly doting, he says, “It's so cute when they perk up, I love how they get red if I try hard enough to fluster you, I love when you start tearing up and they droop.” Hua Cheng’s breath hitches. Xie Lian’s mouth travels downward, kissing along Hua Cheng’s slowly reddening skin whenever words aren’t pouring out of him. “And I adore how worked up you get over me praising you, because I want to do it, I like doing it, and you deserve to hear it.”
“Gege,” admonishes, “this might be dangerous for me.”
“Hm.” He tugs at Hua Cheng’s robes, teeths along his neck. “Good.” The snip of teeth on his ear had been gentle, but when he sinks his teeth into the skin here it's with intent. Hua Cheng gasps. Xie Lian feels words push on his tongue but whines, not wanting to stop. So, he dumps the words into their communication array, That’s good, San Lang, good boy, so good for me. Hua Cheng’s hand tightens in his hair. Though he blushes harder at the words, he still says them, Go ahead, you can pull my hair, I want you to . Outright saying what he wants is… uncomfortable.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng moans, dutifully closing his fist tighter. Xie Lian sucks harder on his skin, eliciting another sound that gets hissed through Hua Cheng's teeth. Another perk to running your blood is that I get to leave marks! I can’t wait to see them later. You make the prettiest sounds when I press on the bruises I leave. He moves further down, his face flaming, and pulls the robes apart, pushing Hua Cheng further back as he goes. He can feel the tingling on his tongue getting stronger as time passes. With his lips against the skin of Hua Cheng’s navel, he murmurs, “I can’t wait to ruin you.” His shoulders stiffen while the muscles under his mouth flutter. “Ah. That. I-”
“- That is more than alright, don’t worry about it, gege,” Hua Cheng cuts him off before he can apologize. Xie Lian shifts his weight, feeling the very telltale sign of Hua Cheng’s approval pressing a hard line against his stomach.
“Oh,” Xie Lian breathes, looking up at him through his eyelashes. Then, he smiles. “Oh, you like that. Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, because now I’m getting ideas, and I’m not really in a state to keep from crossing a line when it comes to what I'm saying, San Lang.”
Hua Cheng’s throat clicks when he swallows. He glances away. “The line is nearly nonexistent. You don’t need to worry, gege.”
He can feel Xie Lian’s smile against his skin. He tugs on the ties of his belt. “Is that so?” He sits back up to get Hua Cheng out of his robes as well as to hastily tear his own off. “Still, tell me if something I say feels off. Even like this, I don’t think I’d say something if I knew you didn’t like it. I wouldn’t even have to bite it back.” Hua Cheng looks up at him like he hung the stars. “You look at me like that now, but I’ll have you crying under me soon enough.” Hua Cheng chokes. Xie Lian preens through the embarrassment. “Do you want that, San Lang?” His flush strengthens as he says it, spreading down to his neck, but fuck if it’s worth it to see the Crimson Rain Sought Flower go just as red beneath him. He bends back down, pressing up against his side in order to slide a hand down to the bulge in his pants. Hua Cheng groans, bucking up against the pressure. He grabs Xie Lian’s bicep like a lifeline. Xie Lian’s leg is once again hooked over Hua Cheng’s, making his own erection obvious against his thigh. “San Lang, I asked a question.” It sounds a little meaner than he intended.
His response is airy, “Yes.” Xie Lian hums, elated.
“Good,” he says, his own speech taking on a breathless quality. “Because—” his voice stutters, the hesitation stinging in the corners of his mouth. Embarrassing, this is so embarrassing, even if they both clearly like it. He turns his head into Hua Cheng’s shoulder as he starts slipping Hua Cheng’s pants down. When he struggles, Hua Cheng wills them away with spiritual power. “Because I wanna wreck you, love.” Hua Cheng moans, which only gets louder when Xie Lian wraps a hand around his dick. “I wish I could take you in my mouth, but something tells me it wouldn’t be a good idea right now.” Hua Cheng’s responding laugh cuts off with a shaky sigh. "Your skin's so warm like this."
“Gege,” he moans, hips jerking up into his hand. His voice sends liquid heat to his gut. Xie Lian’s hips roll once against his thigh, seeking relief. Xie Lian strokes him slow, tracing the veins and thumbing over the head.
“I’m here, San Lang,” he groans. “You’re beautiful, you know? Even here.” Even if his face is safely tucked away, he's seen it enough to know.
“I’m not-”
“-Shh, yes you are,” Xie Lian interrupts. His hand tightens, going faster. Hua Cheng jerks, his nails digging into Xie Lian’s skin. Xie Lian runs his thumb over his slit, making the glide smoother with his precome.
“Ah, gege!”
“You know I love your nails, San Lang, but can you keep them in for me?” Xie Lian asks.
“I-I don’t—ngh-”
“If you can’t, then I’m calling Ruoye,” he threatens with a smile. Hua Cheng’s grip on his arm trembles. He hesitates, a small debate visible behind his eye before his hand eases. “There you go, that’s a good boy.” Heat rolls over Hua Cheng’s skin at the words. He throws his head back, hips jerking up again. Thinking about his prior reaction, Xie Lian says, “Maybe I should just do it anyway. You looked like you wanted it. Would you like that, sweetheart?”
“ Please ,” Hua Cheng wheezes. “Please, gege. I-I’m, yes .”
Xie Lian takes a second to bite his lips against arousal dripping down his spine. “Hah, okay. Okay, Ruoye?” The band of silk, still snug around his neck, swirls out from its place, practically vibrating with excitement. “Go on.” With a joyful little spin, Ruoye shoots out to wrap around Hua Cheng. The silk twirls around his wrists, pulling them together and up, above his head. Hua Cheng thought it’d stop there, but he gasps as Ruoye wraps over his arms, his chest, his thighs. It’s pretty loose now, but it’d be so easy for Xie Lian to move him around with it, either by just commanding Ruoye or using the white lines crossing over his skin as grips to tug him around. He whines through his teeth at the thought, fingernails biting into his own skin now. Xie Lian’s hand only strokes over his cock faster. “ Gods your voice!” He giggles into the crook of Hua Cheng’s neck. “I love your voice so much, it’s insane. The things you do to me, San Lang.” He rocks his own hips against his thigh again.
Hua Cheng's breath shutters as he exhales, muscles tensing against Ruoye, legs starting to tremble. Unable to move much else, his toes curl. “Gege, gege, I’m gonna-” He feels Xie Lian’s smile spread before letting go of his dick. “Gege!” It sounds like the word was punched out of him. Xie Lian’s breath stutters when his dick twitches in his pants at the sound. As the building sparks fizzle back out, Hua Cheng whines, dejected. Xie Lian coos into his ear and smooths his hand over his hip.
“I like that way too much,” he says through a shame-tinted smile. “That noise was my favorite so far,” Xie Lian tells him. He presses apologetic kisses against his neck, the forming bruises. “It's hard not to spill my plans! If I keep saying other things though, it seems to work. You did so good, love, you’re so good. Such a good boy.” Hua Cheng whimpers, the ghost of the denied orgasm still bubbling back down. “I know, sweetheart, I know, but not yet.” The kiss to his lips is almost chaste. “Hold him down Ruoye.” Hua Cheng’s brow furrows. Is it not already doing that? And Ruoye does tighten a little, but not by much, almost like it’s bracing itself. Xie Lian stands up, which does pull another plaintive sound out of him. Xie Lian’s responding giddy grin isn’t meant to be teasing, but it is. “I’m just grabbing oil, love.” He returns quickly, straddling Hua Cheng’s hips. The liquid drips down over his fingers, a drop slipping off his wrist and down onto Hua Cheng’s stomach. He jumps at the cold. “Give me just a moment, San Lang.” Hua Cheng watches as his husband reaches around and starts fingering himself open, still a bit pliant from this morning.
“Gege,” Hua Cheng chokes out. “Gege, I can do that, can I do that?” Xie Lian’s breath catches at the pleading tone, but-
“Oh, gods, your voice-” He fits a second finger in him, a small whimper catching in his throat. His breaths come faster. “No, sweetheart, just watch for now. I want you to, but I want you in me more, and I know you'll go slower. I'll be quick, I promise.”
“But you don’t have to be,” Hua Cheng insists. It seems now that he’s started talking, he can’t stop. “I can make you feel so good, gege, please?”
“And you do! And you will,” Xie Lian responds. He curls his fingers. Hua Cheng’s eyes are locked on what he can see of Xie Lian’s fingers sliding in and out of himself, on where the muscles of his thighs twitch in a way that makes Hua Cheng drool. The scarlet across his cheekbones has spread down over his chest. “Mm-!” His head falls back, showing off the bruises from earlier that day that Ruoye had been covering. Even after all this, he can’t quite meet his eyes as the words tumble past his lips. He might not be holding them back (not much, anyway), but they still send heat prickling down the back of his neck. “B-because I’m— mm , I’m going to ride you, and you’re, ah , you’re not going to come until I let you.” Hua Cheng pulls at his restraints, wanting to grab onto Xie Lian’s thighs, his hips, anything . He can’t even raise his legs, Ruoye holding them down.
He groans at the realization, “ Dianxia! ”
“Right here, love-” The words go strained as he pulls his fingers out, glistening where Hua Cheng can see them. When Xie Lian looks back down at him, he sways. “ Oh , San Lang, you look so handsome like this.” He retrieves the oil to pour more of it into his palm. Bringing a slick hand to Hua Cheng’s already leaking cock. “If you could see yourself. Oh, you look so lovely, my San Lang.” He wastes no time in lifting himself up, guiding the head of his dick to his rim. "I'm going to make you look so ruined." Hua Cheng tries to buck up, Ruoye holding him back. “Be good for me, San Lang, I know you will.” He takes a deep breath before sinking down in one, smooth slide, tearing a cry out of Hua Cheng. Xie Lian responds with a whimper of his own. “Ah! Ah, San Lang, I-” He groans, circling his hips. “You always feel so good, so good for me, mn , my good boy.”
“Gege, fuck! ” Xie Lian lifts himself and rocks forward, clenching at his voice. “ Ah! ”
“Gods, you look like you’re falling apart already,” Xie Lian says it like it’s praise, so it must be. He starts up a rhythm of rising and falling, quiet moans falling out of his agape mouth. “Hh- ah , San Lang, San Lang .”
“Gege, please, ngh , I wanna—wanna touch you,” Hua Cheng pleads.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” Xie Lian smiles. His eyes are all pupil, dark as he stares down at him. He bites his lip for a second, the words still struggling to escape him. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg .” Hua Cheng writhes under him, as much as he can. He can do that. He can definitely do that.
“Dianxia, please ,” he whines, “please, I’ll be good, please, let me help!” Xie Lian’s so hot around him. He feels amazing around Hua Cheng. He clenches around him when his cock throbs.
“I asked if you wanted this,” Xie Lian giggles, the sound cut off with a cry when he changes the angle and hits his prostate.
“I take it back,” he whimpers. Xie Lian just laughs again, delighted. Heat pierces Hua Cheng’s spine. “Ge ge! ”
“I’m not making fun of you, I promise!” He says. “Even if you’d probably like it if-if I did, fuck, ah—” He leans forward, eyes wide, pressing his hands to Hua Cheng’s chest for support. It's a white-hot brand over his skin. “You would , wouldn’t you? Oh gods. You would! ” Hua Cheng nods. He would. He does. “Oh, fuck, hah- ah . I was—was gonna say that I’m not mocking you, you’re just so pretty like this, I can’t help it!” Hua Cheng jolts under him, wanting so badly to help him, to thrust up, to pull him down and suck more marks into his neck, his chest. "I don't know if I wanna make fun of you, but you would like it, huh?" The thoughts rush out before he can even think them, "I could tease you about being so close again already, just from my words and my—and m-my ass." Xie Lian brings a hand up to, uselessly, cover his mouth. Hua Cheng screws his eyes shut and keens, heat pulling and pulling and pulling -
And then Xie Lian stops .
Hua Cheng wails , tears stinging his eye. Xie Lian watches as he wrenches it back open to look up at him with the most pleading look. His ears droop with a pitiful jingle of his earrings. Xie Lian’s blood turns to lava. “San Lang , oh my love, husband, you're beautiful , so good, such a good boy.” Xie Lian brushes hair to the side that’s stuck to Hua Cheng’s sweaty forehead. His hands cup his overheating face. He’s shaking under his palms. “So good for me. Oh my gods, you’re perfect.”
“Gege, gege please, I can’t,” he chokes out, “I can’t do that ah-again, please ." Xie Lian hushes him, cooing at him as he traces his thumbs over his cheeks.
"How can you be this perfect and not see it? You really are, San Lang, you are. So pretty when you cry." It doesn’t escape Hua Cheng's attention that he is speaking, but decisively not answering, which does not bode well for him. The tears in his eye threaten to spill over.
“ Gege , Dianxia, please! Have mercy on this husband.” Xie Lian clenches hard around him and he sobs .
“Oh, San Lang, oh gods, I could cum from you begging alone,” he practically wheezes, rolling his hips involuntarily. Hua Cheng whimpers, climbing toward oversensitivity. “San Lang, I’m going to get off of you-” Hua Cheng’s whine is sharp “-and then I’m going to open you up, and I’m going to fuck you into the sheets.”
Hua Cheng begs, but he’s not even sure what for, “ Dianxia .” Xie Lian gives him one utterly filthy kiss before pulling off of him. “Dianxia!” The tears stream out of the corner of his eye, drips down the side of his face. He sounds so forlorn, but he hasn't safeworded, so Xie Lian carries on.
“I’m here, San Lang, you’re doing so well, I love you so much,” Xie Lian praises, grabbing the oil once again. He snaps the fingers on his clean hand and Ruoye spreads Hua Cheng’s legs, dragging a ragged groan from his throat. “I know, I know, but you’re doing so well, and you’re so beautiful like this, fuck.” Hua Cheng arches his back as best he can when Xie Lian slips a finger into him. It burns in the best way. He tugs against Ruoye to no avail, crying out when Xie Lian rubs incessantly against his prostate. Broken moans stumble out of him when one finger becomes two becomes three. Xie Lian's babbling, he doesn’t really know what. It's just a cycle of "so good, good boy, so tight, you feel so good on my fingers, I can't wait to feel it on my cock." Hearing it all only pushes Hua Cheng closer to the edge, and soon all he knows is that when he starts tensing up again, when his muscles flutter around Xie Lian’s fingers, he begs to come. He looks up at Xie Lian with his best puppy eyes, ears drooping, tears streaming down his ruddy face only to see him smile innocently down at him. Only for his fingers to slip out of him.
“ NO! ” He mewls. “No no no, gege, please!” Xie Lian’s breath shudders out of him. He plasters himself against Hua Cheng, returning his face to its rightful place in the crook of his neck. “Gege, Dianxia—”
“Ruoye-” And then he’s free and flinging his arms around his husband, hooking his legs over Xie Lian’s hips. Xie Lian gently shushes him, rubbing circles on his thighs. “Good boy, San Lang, such a good boy, I love you so much.” He keens, muffled into his skin. “Oh gods, I’ll fuck you so good, I’ll let you come, San Lang, fuck, fuck , I wanna fuck a baby into you.”
And then the tingling on his tongue stops. The ache in his throat soothes.
You're kidding.
His next intake of breath is sharp. “San Lang.”
“Gege,” he sounds pitiful. Xie Lian has to kiss him, so he does.
“San Lang, the curse is gone,” he mumbles. He’s suddenly so glad they’ve talked about this before, so they don’t have to stop and have a whole conversation about it. Hua Cheng had already given him the “whenever you’re ready.” Well, he is apparently very ready.
“Huh?”
“San Lang,” Xie Lian murmurs, “do you wanna do it tonight? Can I put a baby in you tonight?” Hua Cheng looks at him with a wide eye, ears perking right back up.
“Yes,” he breaths. More firmly, “ Yes , oh god, yes.” Xie Lian extricates himself from Hua Cheng’s limbs and almost trips on his way over to the shelf. With shaking hands, he takes one of the bottles, and brings it over to Hua Cheng. He eagerly grabs it, dropping the pill onto his palm. Xie Lian takes and sets aside the bottle while Hua Cheng swallows the pill. This way, he doesn’t have to stay San Niang through it, he can wear whatever form he wants. “Now, please , gege, I need it, I need to cum, you can’t edge me again, please, I'm gonna go crazy.”
“I won’t, I won’t, love,” he promises. He slicks up his own cock, aligns himself with Hua Cheng, and presses in. Hua Cheng’s legs wrap around him again, ankles locking behind him. Now that Xie Lian can for more than two fucking seconds, he kisses his husband, licking into his mouth as he rocks in to the hilt. Hua Cheng’s hands fly to his hair, one gripping tight. Xie Lian moans and thrusts, changing the angle each time until Hua Cheng makes something like a squeak, and thrusts there hard , over and over again. Hua Cheng's legs are shaking around him. His back is arched, and he’s twitching with every forecul thrust. Xie Lian caresses a hand up his side, finding a bruise on his navel and pressing down on it hard .
“Gege,” he shakes, “gege, don’t stop, don’t stop, please! ”
“I won’t. Are you gonna cum?”
“Yes, please! ” Xie Lian takes his cock in hand and rips a cry straight from his chest. It burns Xie Lian, hotter than any fire could, spreading scorching heat over his face. Cum spills out of Hua Cheng, some of it shooting all the way up to his chin. Xie Lian leans down to lick it up, resulting in a punched out moan from above him. It's probably the strongest orgasm he's ever had. His mind sings, fogging over.
It doesn’t take Xie Lian long to cum himself, having been almost there for a while now.
“Ah-hah!" Hua Cheng shakes out a languid groan at the heat filling him. It reminds him of what specifically they're doing and he moans again, a pathetic little sound. "San Lang, San Lang, good boy, I love you so much,” he rattles on, slowly rocking through it.
By the time they’ve both fallen down from their highs, their an absolute mess, Hua Cheng shaking like he has hypothermia and Xie Lian reeling with everything he said and did. Neither of them can tell where one of them ends and the other starts, clinging to one another.
Still, he presses kisses all over Hua Cheng’s chest, his face. “You did so well, my good boy, my San Lang.” He stays in him as Hua Cheng's breathing slowly evens out, as his grip on Xie Lian slowly loosens.
He croaks, “Holy fuck.” Xie Lian laughs, a little hysterical.
“I’m sorry,” he responds. “Too much? You didn’t safeword, but-”
“-It was too much, and I loved it.” He curls into Xie Lian. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” Xie Lian sighs, muscles finally relaxing. They lay there, tucked into each other in relative silence for a few minutes.
“Do you think it’ll take?” Hua Cheng wonders. Xie Lian huffs a laugh.
“If it didn’t, we have another one.”
“Hm?”
“One of the ghosts gave me a childbearing pill today.” It takes a moment, but when it clicks, Hua Cheng barks out a laugh.
“ That’s what got you cursed?”
“Mhm. I think it was the box? I’m not sure.” He kisses Hua Cheng’s ear. “I was talking to her about starting a family. In hindsight, this makes sense.”
Hua Cheng laughs again, joy clearly ringing in the sound.