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“San Lang.”
“Hm.”
“San Lang.”
“Hmph.”
“San Lang, I need my arms back,” says Xie Lian with an exasperated laugh as he tries to squirm out of Hua Cheng’s embrace.
“Ah, I see. Gege doesn’t love me anymore,” Hua Cheng says mournfully, but he makes no move to untangle himself from Xie Lian. Presently, his chin is tucked over Xie Lian’s shoulder as he bends over the chair he’s seated in, embracing his husband from behind.
It’s all he can do to keep Xie Lian’s attention, which he’s steadily losing to a pile of paperwork, of all things.
Xie Lian cranes his neck to look up at Hua Cheng, pressing a kiss to his jaw before returning to the stack of papers spread out over the table in front of him. “I love you very much. I’d love you even more if you weren’t pouting.”
“Really, gege?”
“No.” Xie Lian exhales through his nose, clearly amused. “I already love you with all my heart. There’s nothing left to give you because it’s already yours.”
Hua Cheng briefly gives in to the rush of elation Xie Lian’s words bring, kissing the crown of his head before he returns to his theatrics. “Then why does gege seem married to his paperwork instead of me? Surely this husband is more interesting.” He pauses, then adds, “Unless gege is bored of me.”
“Nonsense,” Xie Lian says without taking his eyes off the page he’s reading. He lets one hand raise to cover Hua Cheng’s, though, lacing their fingers briefly. “I just need to finish going over these before the meeting in Heaven tomorrow, that’s all.”
Hua Cheng smirks. He begins to leave long, slow kisses down Xie Lian’s neck and murmurs, “I can think of something else at this desk that needs finishing.”
Xie Lian gasps softly as Hua Cheng’s lips latch onto his skin and begin to suck gently. “San Lang,” he sighs, the tension in his body easing.
“You’re overworking yourself for nothing, gege,” says Hua Cheng, letting his breath puff against the shell of Xie Lian’s ear in a way that never fails to make him shiver. It’s true; on any other night, Hua Cheng might have respected his husband’s wishes, but Xie Lian hasn’t moved from this spot in who knows how long, and Hua Cheng isn’t willing to let him sustain a crick in his neck over useless heavenly officials who are more than capable of pulling their weight. “It’s one little meeting. Gege doesn’t need to spend his day like this.”
Xie Lian sighs as Hua Cheng returns to mouthing at his skin, but this time, he sounds more weary than pleased. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I don’t like seeing gege exhaust himself without so much as a thank you in return,” Hua Cheng says. “Especially not when he could be spending the evening with his husband instead.”
“It’s not like I want to review these!” Xie Lian pouts, his shoulders slumping. “But if I don’t do it, no one else will.”
“It’s not gege’s responsibility to pick up everyone’s slack, though,” Hua Cheng murmurs, leaving another kiss at the base of his throat. “You do more than enough for them as is. The reports will still be here in the morning — let me take care of you until then.”
Xie Lian hums noncommittally, then pauses. He makes a second humming noise, this one lilting with contemplation. “...What if I had a way for you to pay attention to me while still letting me work?”
Hua Cheng arches his brow. “What do you have in mind, gege?”
And that’s how he finds himself on his knees under the table, his head hidden beneath Xie Lian’s robes as he settles his chin between his husband’s thighs. Xie Lian’s cock rests between his lips, his precome pooling on the back of Hua Cheng’s tongue.
“Good?” Xie Lian asks from above, but the fabric of his robes and the table both muffle the sound a little.
Hua Cheng moans. A little drool dribbles out from the corner of his mouth, but he suspects it’s more than welcome. Xie Lian always loves to see him make a mess of himself, after all.
A soft hum. “Good,” Xie Lian says gently. “Don’t move, alright? I want you just like this.”
Hua Cheng makes another eager noise and waits patiently. He knows that any minute now, Xie Lian will begin to slowly rock his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until Hua Cheng is choking on it.
Hua Cheng hears papers rustling, indicating that Xie Lian has picked up a different report to review. Why hasn’t he moved, then? Doesn’t he want to use Hua Cheng’s mouth?
Hua Cheng wants to pull off and ask what’s taking so long, but he wants to be good, to do exactly as Xie Lian commands, so he waits around a mouthful of his leaking cock, his breathing slowing as a warm, gauzy feeling overtakes him. With each new rustle of papers, Hua Cheng’s eye droops a little further, and eventually, he has to struggle to keep it open.
It’s a losing battle. After a while, he falls asleep like that.
When Hua Cheng stirs, his mouth is empty, and his head rests against Xie Lian’s knee. His cock must have slipped out while Hua Cheng slept, which is wholly unacceptable, but he’s too bleary to think of how to apologize.
“You’re awake?” Xie Lian croons from above, wrapping one leg around Hua Cheng and gently pushing him forward with his heel. He sounds delighted by the soft hum Hua Cheng responds with. “Good. Back to work, sweet boy, no slacking. We both have jobs to do.”
He reaches down, slipping his hand through his robes to grab his cock and feed it back into Hua Cheng’s mouth, and they both share soft sighs of relief as Hua Cheng’s lips sink down to the base. “Good,” Xie Lian repeats, his voice a little breathy.
Hua Cheng makes a sated noise around his cock. “Are you— ah, are you sleepy, San Lang?” Xie Lian asks, shivering from the vibrations that run down his cock each time Hua Cheng makes a sound.
Hua Cheng hums again, trying to sound indignant. Instead, he sounds ready to doze off at any moment, and Xie Lian chuckles, drawing his hips back and pushing forward again slowly. “Do you need me to help you stay awake?”
Another moan, this time an invitation that Xie Lian takes without hesitating. He continues to keep Hua Cheng still, but every time his breathing starts to even out, he’s jostled awake by a gentle thrust. This system works perfectly until Hua Cheng begins to lose focus, forgetting that his only job is to stay awake and keep still. His world narrows to the feeling of his mouth being perfectly, deliciously full, and he inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of Xie Lian’s arousal before he begins to suck.
“Wait— oh,” Xie Lian gasps as Hua Cheng swallows around his cock. “San Lang.”
Hua Cheng moans loudly in response. Or he tries to, at least. Instead, he muffles a sleepy, desperate moan into Xie Lian’s pelvis as he swallows again.
Xie Lian makes a strangled noise. For a moment, Hua Cheng wonders if he’s not meant to be doing this, but the way Xie Lian’s legs spread to accommodate him proves otherwise. He pants out sharp little gasps as Hua Cheng begins to bob his head back and forth, running his tongue up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, pulling back just enough to suckle at the tip for a moment before he dives back in.
“San Lang,” Xie Lian moans, his hips twitching in stuttered little half-thrusts. “San Lang, San Lang, I’m— just like that, harder—”
Hua Cheng doesn’t need to be told twice. He redoubles his efforts, and between one heartbeat and the next, Xie Lian tenses and chokes out a loud, bitten-off cry as he spills down Hua Cheng’s throat. Hua Cheng is thrilled by the taste as he swallows it down greedily, somehow feeling even drowsier now that his mouth has brought his husband to completion.
Above him, he hears Xie Lian trying to catch his breath, but he doesn’t have time to assess much else about his situation before the chair his chin rests on is pulled out from under him, freeing him from the dark cover of Xie Lian’s robes.
Hua Cheng stares up at Xie Lian, his eye wide as he takes in the sight, speechless. He’s seen this a thousand times before — his god panting and sweaty, face flushed as he tries to blink away tears of pleasure, or overstimulation, or both — but Hua Cheng still feels like he’s seeing it for the very first time.
Xie Lian seems to understand his current state, though. His parted mouth curves into a grin as he leans down and gathers Hua Cheng in his arms, pulling him up onto his lap.
Still a little hazy, Hua Cheng greets, “Hi, gege.”
Xie Lian’s smile widens. “Hi, San Lang,” he murmurs, taking Hua Cheng’s jaw in one hand as he begins to look him over appraisingly. Whatever he finds in Hua Cheng’s expression earns a pleased hum. “Looks like I was right.”
“What’s that mean?” Hua Cheng asks, his voice a little faint and raspy.
Xie Lian hums again and kisses his chin. “Don’t worry about it. San Lang, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t move?”
Hua Cheng stiffens as dread pools in his gut. He really had forgotten.
“I’m not mad,” Xie Lian adds quickly, his eyes widening as he recognizes the distress on Hua Cheng’s face and promptly leans up to kiss it better. When he pulls back, his smile is warm and reassuring. “I’m not upset with you at all, San Lang. It felt good, and I would’ve stopped you if I wanted to. But rules are rules, and I make them for a reason. When I set one, you need to follow it, okay?”
Hua Cheng nods dumbly.
“Are you alright?”
Another nod.
“Verbal answers, please, my love.”
“I’m alright,” Hua Cheng says, nodding. He feels a little more aware of himself now, drawn back into his body by the need to respond out loud. “Sorry, gege. I’ll listen next time.”
Xie Lian rewards him with a long, slow kiss. “I know you will,” he says against Hua Cheng’s mouth, pulling him closer. “Do you want to continue?”
“Please?” Hua Cheng asks, then snickers as Xie Lian begins to pepper his face with comforting kisses. He’s achingly hard, but they help to soften the urgency burning in him. “Can we, gege?”
“Of course we can. You deserve a reward for making me feel so good.” Xie Lian rests his hands on Hua Cheng’s waist, but he seemingly can’t help himself. They trail lower, gliding over his hips and back up to his waist again, and Hua Cheng sighs softly as warmth and pleasure bloom everywhere Xie Lian touches. “But if you can’t keep still on your knees, maybe you’ll do better on my lap instead. How does that sound?”
“Perfect, gege,” Hua Cheng nods. “Like this?”
“Just like this. But you’ll have to be quiet so I can keep working.”
Hua Cheng buries his face in Xie Lian’s shoulder with a groan. “Gege still isn’t finished?”
“No, because someone distracted me,” Xie Lian quips as he delivers a light pinch to Hua Cheng’s rear. “Can you be good and stay quiet for me?”
“I can try. Gege knows what he does to me.”
Xie Lian laughs. “As long as you try.” He reaches down to tug at Hua Cheng’s tunic, looking up at Hua Cheng with a pleading look. “Take these off?”
Hua Cheng waves a hand, disappearing his clothes at will. With a quiet hum of approval, Xie Lian lets his hands roam over Hua Cheng’s bare skin, brushing over his most sensitive places before settling over his hips again. Without his clothes, Hua Cheng’s hardness is on full display, making itself very apparent as it presses up against Xie Lian’s abdomen.
“Someone’s excited,” Xie Lian teases.
“I wonder why, gege.”
“Mm. Truly a mystery,” Xie Lian says innocently, lifting three fingers to Hua Cheng’s lips and resting them there. “Go on, open up.”
Hua Cheng just barely manages to hold back his excited gasp as his mouth falls open, spit already pooling inside in anticipation. When Xie Lian’s fingers slip inside, Hua Cheng closes his lips around them and sucks, immediately feeling the dregs of his earlier haze stirring in him. He lets himself sink into the feeling, turning him blurry round the edges, and he doesn’t even realize his mouth is empty until a finger slicked with oil and spit begins to prod at his hole.
This time, Hua Cheng really does gasp, his heart racing as Xie Lian shushes him softly and presses in with one finger. He adds another soon after, scissoring them apart and thrusting shallowly.
Hua Cheng lifts his head from its perch on Xie Lian’s shoulder, his thoughts a little clouded by the push-and-pull at his rim, and whines, “Gege, three?”
“I thought you said you’d be quiet,” Xie Lian croons. “I don’t have enough hands to gag you today, San Lang, I can only use this one.” As if to prove his point, he flexes his slick fingers inside Hua Cheng, deliberately brushing close to his prostate without hitting it, and tuts at the strangled sound it tears from Hua Cheng. “You really think you can keep quiet if I give you three?”
At Hua Cheng’s frantic nodding, Xie Lian obliges easily, letting a third finger rest at his rim before carefully pushing in. The stretch is divine, and so are the fingers opening him up. Hua Cheng lets out a shaky breath as all three settle snugly inside him.
“Good?” Xie Lian asks. “Can I get back to my reports?”
Hua Cheng buries his face in the crook of Xie Lian’s neck again and mumbles out some kind of assent. Xie Lian chuckles, readies himself to read over Hua Cheng’s shoulder, and then pauses. “San Lang, I didn’t think this through.”
“Hm?”
“I can’t see over your shoulder,” Xie Lian says, though he doesn’t seem at all put out about it. By now, Hua Cheng suspects that he doesn’t care about the reports at all and is merely using them as a way to torture his poor, helpless husband, but he keeps that to himself. “Hold on, I’ll move us a little—”
Suddenly distressed at the thought of feeling so empty, Hua Cheng interrupts, his voice a little dazed as he says, “I can shift forms.”
Xie Lian pauses, clearly interested. “You can if you’d like, but I don’t want San Lang to think he has to change any part of himself to please me.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like?”
Hua Cheng huffs against his collarbone stubbornly. “Don’t want to move,” he mumbles. “Don’t make me move, gege.”
Xie Lian bursts into laughter, jostling his fingers inside Hua Cheng, and concedes. “Alright, San Lang. If that’s what you want, then go ahead.”
If Xie Lian can’t see over Hua Cheng’s shoulder, it’s because of his height — nothing a simple shift to his San Lang form won’t fix. He’s still taller than Xie Lian in this form, but he should still be able to read over Hua Cheng’s shoulder like this. He makes the switch easily, keeping Xie Lian’s fingers inside him as he does, smiling as he feels himself become a little smaller in his husband’s embrace.
“I don’t get to have my way with this form often,” Xie Lian notes with a pleased hum as he runs his free hand down the column of Hua Cheng’s spine. “San Lang is spoiling me.”
“It’s what you deserve, gege,” Hua Cheng says, stating the obvious. “Is it okay?”
“More than okay.” To prove his point, Xie Lian leaves a kiss at the top of Hua Cheng’s shoulder, meaning he has a clear view of the papers fanned out over the desk. He can’t resist sinking his teeth into Hua Cheng’s shoulder, though, and he grins against Hua Cheng’s skin when it earns him a startled groan. “Are you ready, sweet boy?”
“I’ve been ready, gege,” Hua Cheng whines, eager to be opened up by Xie Lian’s fingers in preparation for his cock. “Please, gege, just— oh—”
Hua Cheng’s pleas die in his throat as Xie Lian begins to grind slow circles against his prostate, applying enough pressure to make his legs tremble where they rest on either side of Xie Lian. Each press of his fingers sends a wave of white-hot heat through Hua Cheng, and he can’t help but gasp desperately for air with each thrust against his most sensitive spot, his hands scrabbling for purchase in Xie Lian’s robes. “Gege…”
“Hush.”
Hua Cheng exhales through his nose, pressing his face back into the crook of Xie Lian’s neck as he tries to keep himself from coming pathetically quickly. His efforts are mostly in vain; he’s been worked up since before he even knelt under the table, and his flushed cock is aching against Xie Lian’s stomach, no doubt staining his robes as it leaks miserably.
If this is what being stretched feels like today, Hua Cheng can’t wait to find out what taking Xie Lian’s cock will feel like. He barely has time to ponder it before Xie Lian’s fingers begin to move faster, pressing against his prostate and rolling over it with his fingertips each time the two meet. The thought of being fucked just like this clouds what little self-control Hua Cheng has left, and he begins to bounce a little, helping Xie Lian to thrust his fingers even harder, even better, even—
“No!” Hua Cheng cries out raggedly as Xie Lian’s fingers slip out of him, ruining the orgasm ready to crash over him. “Gege, please, I can’t, I can’t—”
“Be still,” Xie Lian tells him firmly, then sighs, pushing his fingers back in without any resistance. “I guess it was a little ambitious to think you’d stay quiet, wasn’t it?”
“Hnngh,” Hua Cheng agrees, trembling as Xie Lian’s fingers find his prostate and resume their torturous grind. The circles he rubs against it are so quick that Hua Cheng feels his thoughts evaporating before he even has a chance to process them, which is why he has no control over the way he desperately whines, “Close, close, please let me…”
“Let you?” Xie Lian laughs. “San Lang, you struggle to obey commands as simple as ‘keep quiet.’ If I told you you weren’t allowed to come, do you really think you’d listen?”
“N-no,” Hua Cheng gasps. His chest is numb, and though he doesn’t need air, he feels breathless. He’s trying so hard to stay still for Xie Lian, mouthing wordlessly against his throat before he remembers to speak: “It’s so good, gege, so good, I can’t—”
“Then go ahead,” Xie Lian says, drawing back so that his lips brush against Hua Cheng’s ear and fan warm breaths over his skin. “Whenever you need to, San Lang. Just let go.”
He punctuates his words with a slow, deliberate press of his thumb against Hua Cheng’s perineum.
Instantly, Hua Cheng is gone. He comes with a genuine sob that he muffles against Xie Lian’s skin, his body wracked by it as he jolts and curls inward. His cock spills between them, and once it starts, it just doesn’t stop. All his cries are reduced to choked whispers that barely make it past his lips, but most of it is incoherent anyway.
“So good,” Xie Lian murmurs, still massaging him from inside and out. The pleasure it brings borders on overstimulation, and Hua Cheng can’t get enough of it. Never once do the praises falter: “Just like that, San Lang, you sound so pretty for me. You did so good. You earned this, beloved, just enjoy it.”
By the time his cock is finally reduced to dribbling weak, barely-there spurts of come, Hua Cheng has gone boneless in Xie Lian’s arms entirely, exhausted and thoroughly sated. He keens as Xie Lian pulls his fingers away slowly, but makes no move to stop him, still trying to catch his breath as his spent cock softens between them.
“Beautiful,” Xie Lian says a final time, pulling back to trail chaste kisses from Hua Cheng’s collarbone to his cheek. “Was that alright?”
“Gege,” Hua Cheng says, his mouth struggling to form the name. “It was perfect.”
Satisfied, Xie Lian smiles, offering a few more kisses to Hua Cheng’s slackened lips before he pulls away and cradles his husband’s face in his hands. “You’re still floating a little, aren’t you?”
Hua Cheng nods, his chin pressing into Xie Lian’s palms.
Xie Lian looks more endeared than he does aroused, but Hua Cheng can still catch that spark of it in his eyes, that desire to push him harder, to make him forget every word that isn’t gege.
…Or maybe Hua Cheng is just projecting. Either way, he already has an answer prepared when Xie Lian strokes his cheeks and gently asks, “Is there anything you need? Anything you want?”
“Fuck me?” Hua Cheng asks sweetly, not yet satisfied with the extent to which he’s a wrecked and desperate mess. He needs more. And he knows, without question, that his god will give it to him.
“...I thought you’d never ask,” Xie Lian says, and they both grin, surging forward to seal their mouths together hungrily.