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Xie Lian used to get lost in Paradise Manor.
Between its winding halls and ginormous rooms, it would be more surprising if he hadn’t. Before he became accustomed to it all, he had to call Hua Cheng to come rescue him from whatever room he found himself in by accident, or he would luck out by bumping into Yin Yu and asking him to lead him to where he wanted to go. It was mortifying, as well as a little frustrating. Paradise Manor is big, he’s always known that, but he’s only ever seemed to remember just how big it is after he spends an entire hour wandering around.
Nowadays, Xie Lian doesn’t get lost so much anymore. In fact, he’s rather grateful for its spaciousness. Because it means that when Hua Cheng gets like this, demanding and mean and slow, no poor servant will have the misfortune of accidentally passing by and hearing all of it.
“Don’t hide your face, dianxia,” a silky voice croons into his ear. “This one wants to hear all of your noises.”
Xie Lian muffles a whine into his arm at another slow, syrupy snap of Hua Cheng’s hips that sends him slightly up the bed. “San Lang,” he gasps, breathless and sensitive, nerves like a livewire.
Hua Cheng hums quietly, grinding his hips against Xie Lian’s ass. “Yes, gege?” he asks, and if Xie Lian were not already on the verge of passing out, perhaps he would be able to feel the sly smile that brushes against the shell of his ear. The press of Hua Cheng’s cock inside him makes him dizzy, steals the breath from his lungs and sends jolts of pleasure through all his sensitive nerves.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian whimpers, panting into his arm as the pressure in his gut starts to swell. “It’s too much—I’m gonna—”
“Gonna what?” Hua Cheng pulls back and jerks forward before he can finish, cutting him off as he moans helplessly, clawing at the bedsheets, legs squirming helplessly beneath the weight of his lover atop of him. “Gonna come all over my cock, gege? How many does that make?”
He doesn’t know. He hasn’t kept track—how long has it been since Hua Cheng pulled him to bed and rid him of his clothes? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know. He can barely even speak, let alone think.
“San Lang,” is all Xie Lian can stammer, words slurring on his heavy tongue. He feels drunk. Drunk on pleasure, drunk on cock, drunk on Hua Cheng. “‘S too much, I can’t, I can’t—”
“You can,” Hua Cheng breathes hotly into his ear, voice raspy in a way that makes a shiver shoot up Xie Lian’s spine. “Come on, gege, give this San Lang just one more. Let’s make it four.”
The hot hand on Xie Lian's hip squeezes, tightens its grip to yank him back into another ruthless thrust. The wet smack of Hua Cheng’s pelvis connecting with his ass fills the room, followed quickly by the broken moan that tears from Xie Lian’s throat, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. Hua Cheng is everywhere: a hand on his hip to pull him back into the languid jerks of his hips, the other clamped over the back of Xie Lian’s neck to keep him pinned to the bed, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, strong thighs straddling his own. His cock, delving deeper with every plunge, so big and heavy Xie Lian feels like it’ll snap him in two.
“You’re doing so well.” Xie Lian sobs brokenly, unsure whether to beg for more or less. He can feel that familiar, tingling warmth in his gut, building and building until he's sure he's going to explode with it. The way Hua Cheng is pressing him into the mattress certainly isn't helping either, because it only succeeds in ensuring his dick hits as deep as possible and making Xie Lian's own rub persistently against the silky sheets.
The sharp sting of Hua Cheng's teeth digging into his shoulder is what makes the heat swell all at once. Xie Lian comes with a cry, staining the sheets a sticky white not for the first time that night as Hua Cheng fucks him through it, a groan rumbling through his throat as he too reaches his peak.
Warmth gushes into him. The relentless press slows into a gentle, steady grind that makes stars dance behind Xie Lian's eyes as that familiar wet-warm sensation fills him to the brim. Hua Cheng hums into Xie Lian's shoulder, a pleased little thing.
Troublemaker, Xie Lian thinks through the haze. It takes a while for him to come down, and by then he feels foggy all over, like he is drifting amongst clouds. Hua Cheng croons praises through it all, presses kisses to the back of his neck and strokes his hip soothingly.
“Dianxia is so beautiful when he comes,” Hua Cheng murmurs into his skin, lips raising goosebumps in all the places they brush.
A small, embarrassed whine rises in the back of his throat. He buries his face into the sheets, breathing slow and steady. He feels lethargic; ready to sleep in the welcoming cage of Hua Cheng's arms.
Except Hua Cheng is, apparently, not so ready to do that. Because he's still hard, pressing into Xie Lian with a bit more insistence now. A brush against his prostate makes him gasp, crane his neck back slightly with a protest. “San Lang…!”
“On second thought…” Hua Cheng muses, thrusting into him sharply in a manner that punches the breath from Xie Lian's lungs. “Four is a rather unlucky number, wouldn't you say so, gege? This San Lang can't possibly leave off on such a number…”
“Nn… San Lang, you—” Xie Lian whines at the sudden emptiness inside him when Hua Cheng slips out. Strong hands quickly maneuver him onto his back, Hua Cheng looking down at him with a sly smile. “Please…”
His silly, evil, troublemaker husband cocks an eyebrow. “Please what, dianxia?” Fingers prod at his hole, slick with cum and still tender from his orgasm. Lightning shoots up his spine and when he squirms, a hand goes to his hip to press him down into the sheets.
“Sensitive,” he hiccups, but when the tip of Hua Cheng's dick presses against him once more, he doesn't say ‘no’ or ‘stop’. He just whines, fingers curling into the sheets, breath hitching when a sly finger circles his rim.
He sobs when Hua Cheng slides into him again, unsure whether to push into it or to wriggle away.
It doesn't take long for him to reach his peak again. Hua Cheng laughs when he does, somehow a mix of endeared and teasing. He kisses Xie Lian's neck, makes his way up until he can nip at his ear.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian whimpers, clawing marks into his shoulders that will surely remain by morning. “San Lang, please San Lang, give it to me—” He doesn't think he can handle much more of this.
“Ask nicely.” Hua Cheng's breathing is ragged, his hips jerking with purpose, thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm as he chases his next orgasm. Xie Lian moans, and a particularly forceful thrust knocks the breath from his lungs. “You know how.”
His mouth is dry. “Gege please,” Xie Lian cries into Hua Cheng's shoulder, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him deep into him.
Hua Cheng groans when he comes, burying himself inside Xie Lian once last time.
The room falls silent aside from the sound of their heavy breathing. He doesn't really notice Hua Cheng moving until the warm body on top of him pulls away, making his eyes flutter open. “Mm, San Lang…?”
“Right here,” Hua Cheng assures him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Hands brush over him quickly. “Gege is feeling okay?”
“Gege is feeling sleepy,” he croaks out. He doesn't think he'll be able to walk tomorrow either, but he doesn't mention that. Something for Hua Cheng to snicker about in the morning when he wants to take pride in his work.
A laugh rumbles through his husband, who presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “A bath?”
“Mm.” He nods sluggishly.
“I'll ready a bath, then,” Hua Cheng murmurs. He brushes a hand through Xie Lian's hair briefly, the bed creaking when he leaves. Xie Lian dozes in the meanwhile, only stirring when the door opens and shuts, a pair of strong arms circling around him soon after. He lets himself be gathered into Hua Cheng's chest, tender and careful like he is some sort of treasure.
The warm water soothes all the aches in his limbs when he is lowered into it. Hua Cheng massages soap into his body with skillful hands, which would make Xie Lian melt if he weren't already boneless. He does squirm a little when fingers delve into him to clean him out, though his dick doesn't have anywhere near the energy to be interested anymore. Hua Cheng laughs at him anyway in that gentle and fond way that never fails to make him feel fuzzy on the inside.
He's toweled off and wrapped in a light robe afterwards. The bed has already somehow been cleaned up by the time Hua Cheng lays him onto it. A moment later, his husband settles beside him.
“Comfortable?” Hua Cheng asks in a low murmur, pulling the blankets over the two of them. Xie Lian smiles and musters up enough energy to turn onto his side, basking in the arms that immediately come to wrap around him. It feels like being wrapped in all the love in the world.
“Very much,” he says. He shuts his eyes and is asleep within moments, as safe as anyone could ever be.