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No one can interrupt them here. The courtyard of the Divine Foresight's private residence, where beautiful petals fall, where leaves dance in the wind. It is silent, spare for the chirping finches and other such ambience.
The general himself has set candles on the railing of the steps, which connects his home and the courtyard. It's on these steps he stands now, a hand covering the vidyadhara's eyes and the other holding his hand to guide him down the steps and into the courtyard.
Jing Yuan moves his hand. "You can look now, Dan Heng."
There in the center of the courtyard is a pile of blankets, some cushiony pillows, and a little basket containing the finest Xianzhou wine and two glasses.
Dan Heng's eyes go wide. He glances between the romantic — but extremely cheesy — scene and Jing Yuan, who wears such a serene smile. Dan Heng sees the wrinkles that gather under Jing Yuan's golden eyes when he smiles, the softness in his gaze.
"A-Yuan," he whispers, "you didn't have to do all of this."
"It is our honeymoon, Dan Heng. I do want it to be special." He caresses the shorter man's face, brushing away his bangs to better see it. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, of course I do." Dan Heng stands on his tiptoes to kiss him. "But really, you didn't have to do all this. Just being with you is enough."
That pulls at Jing Yuan's heartstrings. "Have I told you I love you today?"
Dan Heng pushes Jing Yuan — who leans in for another kiss — away with a huff. "At least a hundred times."
"I mean it every time."
"Repeating phrases makes them lose their meaning."
Jing Yuan chuckles. "Then instead of using my words, might I show you?" He pulls Dan Heng close to him by his hip, pressing their bodies together. "My husband, Dan Heng."
The word still sends a chill down Dan Heng's spine. Though legally they were not tied in such a manner as marriage, they were indeed married.
Dan Heng belonged to Jing Yuan, and Jing Yuan belonged to Dan Heng. Such a beautiful thing, it was. There was no ceremony, no grand celebration. Just the two of them tucked away in bed, promising their lives to the other. Promising to foster a love unbreakable.
Jing Yuan intertwines their fingers again, and guides Dan Heng towards the blankets and cushions. They sit side by side. The general pours them their wine.
Dan Heng holds his glass with both hands, leaning his body against the general's larger frame. "I am glad to have met you, Jing Yuan." He pauses, staring into his reflection in the wine. "Though the circumstances haven't always been the most jovial..." He turns his head, looking up at Jing Yuan with a small, innocent smile. As if waiting for the general to add something.
But he doesn't speak. He simply gazes down into Dan Heng's eyes, those pools of swirling azure. He's the happiest he has ever been.
Their lips meet slowly, almost achingly slow. Wine is set aside, clothes are discarded. Limbs tangle, breathes hitch.
Dan Heng wears nothing but his sweater, which hangs a little loose off of his small frame. He sheathes himself on Jing Yuan's length with a practiced movement, hands steady in the general's shoulders.
"I love you so much," he whispers, and the feeling's mutual.
Jing Yuan keeps his hands steady on Dan Heng's waist. Guides him. "I have lived a long life," he says breathlessly. "You were worth the wait."
Their bodies blend together seamlessly. Dan Heng rides Jing Yuan so gracefully, a practiced art.
Nevertheless, he whines and groans like the first time, when Jing Yuan had first stretched his delicate cunt open on his thick length. They'd moved together in those sheets, skin on skin, and felt each other's heat. They had laid there afterwards for what seemed like eternity, content to stay in each other's arms for the rest of their lives.
"Ah- A-Yuan- please ah-" Dan Heng groans, burying his face in the juncture of Jing Yuan's neck and shoulder. He breathes against the sweaty skin. "Can't- so good...ca-an't-"
His thighs tense beneath him. Jing Yuan knows. He gathers Dan Heng in his arms and maneuvers them both, lowering Dan Heng onto the blanket as he slots himself above the vidyadhara.
Jing Yuan presses back inside, still cradling Dan Heng in his grand arms, and develops a leisurely pace. He's in no rush.
Dan Heng melts beneath him, splayed out so beautifully on the blankets. His hands seek purchase in the cushiony fabric, his eyes squeeze shut, he gasps for air.
Jing Yuan presses a kiss to his forehead. Whispers against it. "You are- ah- so good...my Dan Heng~"
It's a hauntingly beautiful thing, Dan Heng's voice, as he begs for more. He loves the way Jing Yuan fills him, inside and out. His hands smooth over the large muscles of Jing Yuan's biceps as he clings to him, keens in his ear.
The general chuckles breathlessly, and slides his hand between them to thumb over Dan Heng's ever-sensitive clit. He pets the engorged thing, so slick with the vidyadhara's arousal, and talks him through it. Sweet. Gentle. Not too much or too little.
"So good for me," murmurs the general into the shell of his husband's ear. "Are you going to come for me, Dan Heng?"
His whines are strangled. "Yes- ah- y-yes- please don't- don't stop~" His moans are choked off when the tension snaps, when he finally tumbles over the edge. Open his mouth hangs, agape in a silent scream as the general keeps moving.
Jing Yuan's thrusts grow more shallow — he's stumbling over the edge too. It doesn't take much longer for him to sigh out Dan Heng's name, to spill within him, holding him in his arms. He rocks to a halt slowly, face buried in Dan Heng's shoulder, breathing heavily against him.
Dan Heng paws at his back. Teary-eyed and all worn out. "A-Yuan...I love you."
Jing Yuan simply smiles. He turns his head enough to kiss Dan Heng's neck, still buried inside his cunt, finally going lax against him and laying there with him. "I love you too, A-Heng."
Delicate fingers feather through Jing Yuan's hair. Massage his scalp. Dan Heng comes down from his high, and the afterglow makes his cheeks grow pink with adoration. "A-Yuan."
"Mm?"
"May we stay like this for the rest of the night?"
"That was my intention, yes." Jing Yuan finally pulls out, attending to clean-up.
When the mess is gone, he lays beside Dan Heng, who quickly curls against his chest, face pointed to the sky. He tugs a blanket over them both, determined to get warm despite their shared nakedness.
Jing Yuan's arm tucks around the vidyadhara. With his free hand he points up at the stars.
"You see these stars, A-Heng?"
A sleepy nod.
Jing Yuan simply smiles. "If you were to ask for those stars, there is not a thing I wouldn't do to pull them down for you."