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Xie Lian stands on unsteady feet at the edge of the bed, watching San Lang watch him with a satisfied smile. He curls a hand around his husband’s nape; sweat dampens the little hairs on his neck, and pulls the man toward him. San Lang follows his whim and when Xie Lian kisses the top of his head, the tousled hair tickles his lips. He laughs at the bed head.
“Gege, come back to bed. You need to rest while I’m gone.”
Xie Lian hums and cards a hand through his hair, pausing to untangle any knots his fingers catch on. He kisses San Lang again, this time on one of his widow’s peaks.
He leans more heavily on the edge of the bed. His legs beg for rest, really, his whole body begs for a rest and a hot bath.
Still, he hesitates.
“Does- does San Lang have to go?”
San Lang turns to look at him. He’s sure the state he’s presently in won’t help with his husband’s reluctance to leave. A small part of his mind hopes that San Lang will stay and spend the day with him. But the bigger part of his mind, the one filled with decorum and respect for Yin Yu’s sanity, makes him loath to push too much.
Xie Lian wears one of San Lang’s inner robes. The material caresses his skin, almost see-through with hints of skin peeking through depending on the light. Unlike when San Lang dresses him to go out, he’s not wearing any jewelry besides their silver ring, which hangs, warm and safe, on his chest. Here, in their bedroom, the only adornments he wears are the bite marks and fingerprints on his skin. Xie Lian loves them and hopes they’ll stay for a long while. San Lang loves them too.
His husband reaches towards him; his fingers press into one such mark on his thigh and pulls him around so his knees are pressed against the bed, thighs against San Lang’s side. He feels the weight of the gaze on him and bites his lip to keep from squealing.
“What a vision you are. How could I ever think of leaving when you look like this?”
His husband presses a kiss against his sternum, then right over his heart. Xie Lian rests his hands on San Lang’s shoulder. His fingers tighten into the tendons when San Lang licks the necklace, tongue poking through the hole to graze his skin. The contrast of the cool and hot sends shivers down his spine.
“You need to go. Yin Yu will worry if you miss another meeting.” San Lang kisses up his chest, lavishing an open-mouthed graze on a particular spot beneath his ear. He hums in response, neither denying nor admitting the truth to Xie Lian’s words. The vibrations curl his toes. His words wobble and sound uncertain to his ears. “So be good. You can’t miss.”
San Lang bites where his lips just kissed him, sending a jolt down his spine when he then licks, sweetly, at the bitemark.
“If you insist, but let me say a proper goodbye.”
He doesn’t make it easy. San Lang grabs his chest, thumbs his swollen right nipple. A kiss follows against the pebbled skin. His hands map down Xie Lian’s waist, tugging the fat on his hips and bending down to place a kiss there. Warm lips graze his skin and then the fat on his lower belly.
Xie Lian notes all these kisses with interest. His, ahem, all of him notes them with interest.
San Lang pushes the robe up. Air prickles his skin, making his flush seem all the hotter. He pulls at it, guiding Xie Lian’s hands up to slide off the paltry material. San Lang balls the robe in his hand and tosses it away without looking away from him.
The resulting nakedness feels all the more vulnerable with San Lang in front of him, watching his body’s reaction.
“San Lang,” he whispers.
His husband bends down and kisses the head of his cock, waking it up.
Xie Lian sways forward; his hips make an aborted twitch toward those lips hovering perilously close (and too far). He wants to chase that kiss. He wants more than a kiss.
“There, just one more goodbye to my beloved.”
It’s San Lang who caresses his nape and pulls him down now. San Lang kisses his lips. It feels like the very first time they touched and the millionth. Xie Lian doesn’t count and, honestly, he doesn’t care. The kiss is sweet, chaste, yet it still ignites the butterflies in his stomach.
Just as soon as he’s there, San Lang is gone, up from the bed and walking into the shared closet, leaving Xie Lian weak-kneed and alone. He can hear the sound of material and the clinking of jewelry from beyond the room.
Xie Lian imagines how San Lang looks, discarding his rumpled sleep robes from their lovemaking. San Lang will first feel the material, maybe not the rip where Xie Lian was too impatient last night, and then strip methodically as he has no audience.
Naked, tempting, and confident, he’ll go through his various outfits. Xie Lian knows he can make clothes with his different forms, but San Lang likes to have a full closet. He loves to try all the options on and see the opulence he worked hard to achieve. Xie Lian, in turn, loves to watch him. The number of times his husband ends up wearing a plethora of robes and his weight in jewelry, creating a fashionable mess, always makes Xie Lian laugh.
He’s sure San Lang is choosing the brightest, most powerful outfit now. One that accentuates his waist and broad shoulders. He hopes he decides on one that plunges low to show a hint of belly. Xie Lian can imagine him in that outfit, standing above everyone, throwing his dice and winning a thousand gambles.
Xie Lian feels the kisses on his body heat at the thought of San Lang lording over the Gambling Den. All of the kisses pulse and make Xie Lian long for his husband’s presence next to him.
After the long night together, his body’s full and loved, and although tiredness lingers in his muscles, the daydream of his husband is enough to keep it at bay. Xie Lian slides a hand along his chin before pressing a finger into his lips.
Heat embraces him from behind.
“Goodbye, my love.”
Xie Lian tips his head back on San Lang’s shoulder. San Lang nuzzles him and laughs quickly when he puckers his lips for a kiss.
San Lang acquiesces as he always does.
“Goodbye, Beloved.”
San Lang breaks away as if it pains him. His back cools too fast without his husband there. Xie Lian wishes he hadn’t said anything before so they could lounge together all day. He’s sure Yin Yu can manage on his own.
His husband indeed looks decadent in red and black. He looks over his shoulder when he reaches the door, his eyes bright and playful.
“Gege should enjoy himself while I’m away.”
“What?”
San Lang’s eyes travel down his body. His very naked body.
“Think of me.”
He smiles, a laugh forming on his lips when Xie Lian sputters at the insulation, and bursts into butterflies.
His breath catches, love erupts in his heart at how wonderful his San Lang is. The butterflies gleam in the low light of the bedroom, flying until they disappear. One particular butterfly lands on Xie Lian’s outstretched hand. He kisses it gently and smiles as it too disappears.
His legs finally give out; he kneels on the bed, huddled over the piled-up blankets. The room is quiet except for his panting breath. The labored heaves make for a strange soundtrack; in the noise, Xie Lian finds want and desperation. He hears how his body reacted easily from San Lang’s suggestion.
The room feels warm, or maybe it’s him that is warm. He fists the bedding, blinks rapidly as he thinks about how elegant his husband looked.
Red outer robes tight with contrasting black inner robes barely peeking out. As usual, the silver jewelry hanging on his neck and belt only added to his overall appeal. Xie Lian bites his lip, thinking about the belt embroidered with flowers and swords all in his name. He pictures the seducing look, captivating lips and deep, dark eyes, San Lang left him with; he hears the parting words.
San Lang.
San Lang.
How could he leave Xie Lian now? How could he rile him up and then leave him wanting?
Xie Lian gazes at his already stiff cock with bleary eyes. He spreads his legs to let his bum settle down, releasing a breath as his balls too press into the soft materials of their bed. Their little nest calls to him, but he resists the urge to lie down. His breath hitches as he realizes how empty he’ll be for the foreseeable future.
Xie Lian digs his nails into the bedding.
The butterflies in his stomach become more of a clenching tightness. He takes the turn of his thoughts, the focus on his physical self, and decides he wants to act on the sensations.
He rocks forward, dragging his balls on the bedding for sweet friction. Sweat drips down his forehead.
Enjoy yourself.
San Lang’s words come back to him.
He whines.
Xie Lian rocks again, embracing the pulsing in his core. With one hand, he grips his thigh, feeling the strong muscles tremble. Again, he revels in the friction, the pressure, and the steady rhythm he builds in thrusts and panting breaths.
He hunches forward, dragging that hand along his thigh. His fingers feel his skin, smooth from San Lang pampering him and strong from years of surviving and fighting. His fingers find one prominent set of bite marks and he smiles with teeth.
San Lang leaves his mark and Xie Lian is nothing if not thankful. Now, alone, his San Lang can still be a guiding force. The curious fingers feel the map of the bite first, the heat of his skin is the first aspect he notices, but as the teeth marks get deeper, Xie Lian admires the tautness of the skin, the way there’s an echo of the biting sensation still there.
He digs his nails into the marks and sees his cock jump.
He doesn’t linger, too excited to continue. They move up, feeling the delicate skin at the junction between thigh and pelvis, before continuing their motion inward. Forgoing his aching cock, he gathers his balls into the palm of his hand. The tingling shiver he gets from pulling them and soothing them with a massage makes Xie Lian whimper.
He works himself over until it feels hard to move. With courage (and desperation) Xie Lian grabs his cock, flinching at how hard he grabs it and how oversensitive he is from earlier.
Xie Lian blinks away tears. He holds his cock pressing it against his stomach and basks in the feeling of his hand on the muscle. Warm against warmer. Strength and strength, Xie Lian squeezes and basks in the feeling of want, almost overwhelming in its tidal wave.
As Xie Lian opens his eyes, he lets his hand move up, twisting at the head and back down with a squeeze to build a new pace.
He squeezes and jerks, he twists his wrist, and smears the liquid pearling at the tip. Xie Lian goes so far as to lick his palm with the fat of his tongue and return to touch himself.
He teases as he goes, bent over the bed, knees aching and wide. Decadence dances across his vision and Xie Lian whines to the empty room. Over and over, his hand moves, but it doesn’t negate the fact that he feels empty and desperate. It doesn’t change that he wishes San Lang would take responsibility for his earlier teasing.
Xie Lian imagines the finale. He sees himself sweaty but satiated, the epitome of satisfaction. His thoughts overtake him. Xie Lian’s legs shake as he struggles. His hand tightens unbearably tight. The panting soundtrack turns from enticing to erratic.
He strips his cock harshly, not caring if there’s an uncomfortable friction, just so he can’t relieve the pressure. The fun turns to something more dangerous, something he can’t quite grasp. He’s working so hard, but the edge won’t relent.
He pants and cries into his shoulder. It feels like he’s run a hundred miles, like he’s at the limit and the end won’t come. Xie Lian feels tired. Frustration makes him hurt. What nice sensations he had earlier changed into anxiety. What if he can’t come? What if he’s broken? What if this will never end?
Doubt plagues his vision. Years of work with himself and San Lang fly out the window and Xie Lian finds himself mourning when he should be enjoying himself. What would San Lang say? Why does the spiral slip him further away from reality at the most discouraging moments?
He rips his hand away. Holding his breath as his cock throbs with neglect. Xie Lian shakes his head to get a grip of himself. He must center his feelings. He must remember these are fleeting thoughts. That intimacy with yourself is a gift, not an expectation. He needs to remember the years of hard work he’s put into working on this.
Xie Lian repeats what he feels (bedding, skin, air), what’s around him (San Lang’s art, Ruoye, mirror), and then what he wants (fun, pleasure, love). He does this until his headache fades.
It’s then that San Lang’s words come to him again.
Enjoy yourself, Gege.
Xie Lian smiles. Those words give him the strength. Instead, he lets himself truly go back to the sensations. He starts small.
Xie Lian flexes his fingers, allowing them time to take in the silky strength of the hot member in their grip. One by one, he loosens the fist they make and carefully presses each digit back like he’s playing a guqin. His lashes flutter as his palm encompasses the head, gathering the liquid and smearing it down his shaft.
Xie Lian rises on his knees, spreading out wider and then stretches his whole body out, back arched and butt out so his chest touches the bed. He lays his head down and nuzzles the covers, trying to smell him and San Lang from earlier. The musky scent of sex remains and Xie Lian fills his lungs with it. Cock still in hand, he rocks, rutting down into the softness underneath him.
This feels better. He feels cocooned here in the scents and blankets. His ass sways in the air. What he wouldn’t give for a hand there, a certain ghostly intrusion.
“Ahh.” He whimpers at a shallow thrust.
Taking his time, Xie Lian enjoys the silky covers brushing against his skin, especially against his used chest. His stomach clenches and releases with each thrust into his hand. His cheek rubs on the wet mark his mouth drooled on the bed. The cool air prickles his feet as his ankles hang off the side of the bed. He’s not rushing toward something but just letting the feelings come.
Xie Lian touches himself in no hurry. He thinks of the sensations he’s causing and he thinks of San Lang. San Lang watching him, touching him, and laughing fondly at the tears he’s shed. All while loving him.
Xie Lian presses a face down and comes open-mouthed into the bed.
His legs keep him from falling completely, but the collapse is inevitable.
Still, he drifts, not caring if the mess underneath him becomes tacky.
-
A hand touches the contour of his lower back. It rests there, warm and heavy, before beginning to pet his still-damp skin. Xie Lian can’t bring himself to move; just the thought it makes him more tired. Something stirs the air and he hears a whisper of cloth.
“You’re a vision, Gege. Did you have fun?” San Lang’s words are a caress in themselves, quiet and lilting against his sensitive ears.
Xie Lian tilts his head and blinks at his husband. The most he can do is nod. San Lang smiles and his hand curves down his spine to rest on one of the globes of his behind.
“I can tell you worked hard. Good job, Gege.”
Xie Lian wonders if San Lang can see the flush on his skin. For now, he tilts his head back to hide whatever pink is infused in his cheeks.
The hand leaves his skin and he looks to catch the tail end of San Lang’s robes disappearing into the bathroom. Xie Lian huffs and waits for him to return. He may arch his back a tiny bit more in the silence.
San Lang returns and begins wiping him down. Pliant and grateful, Xie Lian lets himself be turned this way and that until he finds himself with a plate of fruit, sitting cross-legged against a giant stack of pillows.
San Lang changed the sheets and something in the way he does makes Xie Lian feel sunny. He could have called a worker to finish the chore, but instead, he tucks the last corner into the bed, redone after the first time wasn’t perfect.
“San Lang.” He says and stretches one leg out from where it’s tucked against his chest. He balances the plate on the other knee and lifts the foot toward San Lang.
His husband grabs it with light and steady hands; one cupping it from above and the other from below. Trapped between his long fingers, San Lang brings it to his mouth and kisses each toe.
“San Lang, I missed you.”
“Oh?” He asks with a raised brow. His husband peeks up at him with a smile.
“Of course, I did.”
“How much did you miss me?” He holds his ankle now, a knee on the bed.
Xie Lian sets the empty plate down and lays back against the pillows.
San Lang watches like nothing else matters; like he’s all that matters.
Xie Lian grabs his free ankle tucked close to the back of his thigh and, with a fervent look at his husband, opens his legs. His San Lang does his best to keep eye contact but the temptation, it seems, is too great. His eyes zero in on the space between his legs.
Xie Lina’s spent cock limp, for now, rests against his inner thigh and guides the eye to his untouched hole; the one he hadn’t wanted to play with before.
Now, though, it twitches. Now, though, under San Lang’s eye, it begs for attention.
“Oh, yes. Gege, you’re absolutely correct. You missed your San Lang’s cock, I can see that now. Whatever you put in there, I bet it wasn’t enough. Was it one of our toys? Hmm? Or could you not wait? Did you only use your fingers?”
San Lang crawls up the bed, not letting his leg go once.
Xie Lian flushes and opens wider.
“Come and see.”
San Lang eye widens and a flush paints his cheeks. He looks too cute! Xie Lian loves him like this, confident and awed, in control and worshiping. Like this, San Lang is his and only his. And, Xie Lian is everything under his gaze.
San Lang presses a kiss to his knee, crawls forward, and presses another kiss to his other foot flat on the bed. His lips move to the fingers holding his ankle, before he turns to the space between his legs.
Courageous he is, for San Lang leans close, face only breaths from his skin and smells deeply, eyes closing in ecstasy.
“San Lang!” He squeals. Embarrassment clouds his thoughts. San Lang truly knows no bounds.
“Gege enjoyed himself. I can smell it.”
“San - San Lang.”
San Lang kisses his balls and noses forward to kiss his perineum. He nuzzles against him and finally moves lower. San Lang is always full of kisses and this is no different.
He gives a chaste kiss to his chrysanthemum, right at the gathering and then around it. Burning hot and a bit coy, he kisses like there is nothing else. Xie Lian grips his ankle tight and shuffles down for a better angle.
San Lang introduces his tongue, again almost chaste, tasting and massaging the muscle before increasing the intensity when Xie Lian whimpers and twitches. San Lang begins to devour him single-mindedly, laving and worshiping without stopping.
His stretched-out leg lies underneath San Lang’s hard body and he can feel each movement he makes. Every press forward or intake of breath. Xie Lian likes how heavy he is, uncaring of all the weight settled on him.
San Lang touches his thighs, his legs and eats him like the feast that will never end. He sticks a tongue in, causing Xie Lian to jolt and he laughs. Each sends a breath of hot air against him, making Xie Lian go cross-eyed.
He wastes no time and adds a finger and then pauses.
“Gege?”
Xie Lian rubs his forehead with his free hand.
“I wanted to wait…”
“For?”
“For San Lang.”
San Lang takes the finger out, ignoring Xie Lian’s cry.
San Lang gets on his forearms to look at him.
“I wanted Gege to enjoy himself fully.”
“I did!”
San Lang stares hard.
“What did Gege do. I want you to tell me.”
Xie Lian mutters under his breath while his counterpart waits. His San Lang’s so unrelenting. Xie Lian can’t bear to say while he looks at him so. He caresses San Lang’s cheek and then moves it to behind his head. With unflinching eye contact, he pushes his head down.
“I’ll tell San Lang, but please.” He whispers and moans the last word. “Continue.”
San Lang blows onto his dried spit and begins slowly again. He begins with another kiss, this one not so chaste.
“San Lang left this one naked and alone in our bedroom. I could feel every mark he’d made, the bite marks on my thigh, the fingers on my waist. I was pleasantly sore where your tongue is now.”
Xie Lian takes a space to catch his breath.
“I knelt on the bed cause my legs couldn’t carry me and, and I could smell our scent on the blankets, remembered how well you kept me full last night and I couldn’t hold back I … against the bedding.”
San Lang groans and Xie Lian can feel his cock on his calf. They’re both panting and every breath against him sends a puff of hot air, making him dizzy. Xie Lian tightens his hand in his hair. He tries to focus.
“I lost myself for a moment. I tried to, that is, I tried to get there too quickly. It was like those other times and I was afraid because I was alone. I didn’t mean to!” He exclaims, not wanting San Lang to get the wrong idea. Not wanting to worry. “But then your voice came, your parting words and it helped so much. Instead of hurting to get there, I laid out fully in our bed. I touched myself everywhere and when I calmed down, I let myself move, imagining you there with me.”
San Lang head moves in earnest and it’s almost too much. Xie Lian lets out a cry at the vibrations of San Lang’s hum, urging him to continue.
“I - I held my cock and slowly came undone here, kneeling in the bed waiting for you. I- I waited for you so we could…”
San Lang bites the juncture of his thigh a cun from another, older bite mark. Xie Lian feels a drop in his stomach and realizes how hard he is.
“San Lang.” He groans.
“Gege.” Is an answering groan.
San Lang ruts down on his leg and then moves up his body, until they’re face to face. His lips and lower half of his face are wet. It’s obscene, but San Lang’s pride makes him so warm. He nuzzles Xie Lian’s cheek.
“I wish I’d been there with you, watching you.”
Xie Lian nods.
San Lang undoes his pants just enough to get his cock out. Large and slightly curved, Xie Lian knows exactly how it feels to the touch. He longs to reach out and run his fingers down the silky shaft, but San Lang has other ideas.
From somewhere he can’t see does San Lang pulls a quaint bottle they’re both very familiar. He drizzles the lubricant on his hand, making sure each digit is coated and slick, and then on himself. Xie Lian makes to reach out, but San Lang shakes his head, so he settles in to watch. His stomach squirms at the passive role.
San Lang starts with a palm at the tip, smearing the liquid into the slit and then down along the hardened shaft. His large hands make no move to hurry and are thorough but surprisingly gentle. Nothing about his actions is rushed and, those eyes that devour Xie Lian are the only tell of his inner hunger.
San Lang hooks both of his legs onto his shoulders. Xie Lian squeals as his hips are hoisted into the air. The tip of his own hard cock presses against his stomach and with a kiss on the lips, San Lang presses against him. The squeal, more a whimper than anything, stills as his head rubs his skin. Xie Lian waits with bated breath. It’s always startling how filled he feels when San Lang enters him.
The tip enters with only a slight burn. Pushing against his muscle, San Lang moves slowly but steadily. It fills Xie Lian in a way that transcends anything he’s ever felt in all his years. Only thoughts his husband and that feeling are present as Xie Lian squeezes his eyes closed. San Lang moves a cun more and finally, pelvis meets pelvis.
His legs press against his chest as San Lang rocks forward. He pulls back a scant few paces and then moves back in. He moves in more of a thrusting, circular motion than a jerking back and forth, making every grind forward a firework of feeling.
Xie Lian holds his legs open and pulls them closer to himself. San Lang goes deeper. San Lang changes his angle slightly and the fireworks erupt when he hits that spot in Xie Lian.
“Gege is a wonder.” He says and Xie Lian bites his lips.
He meets each thrust forward with one of his own. His hips spasm as if they were controlled by something other than his mind. Both of them are hot, panting and sticky, writhing together in a room that smells of both of them.
San Lang shudders and pauses. His head rests on Xie Lian’s shoulder.
“Gege, let’s move positions.”
Xie Lian nods, thankful for the warning that they’ll be separated.
San Lang withdraws and Xie Lian tries not to be impatient as San Lang decides on what position.
At first, he sits there kneeling between Xie Lian’s legs, which are spread loose and pliable. He tries not to think of how startlingly empty his body is. He tries only to focus on San Lang. San Lang stares and then a smile lights his eyes.
“Come on, Gege. I’ve got just the idea. We’ll both get our wish.
He switches them so San Lang is the one leaning against the pillows, like a king staring at a banquet, and Xie Lian straddles his thighs. He feels as if he were the banquet.
Xie Lian looks back and San Lang wiggles his toes. He laughs at the gesture. San Lang smiles, holds his hands out like he’s saying ‘come on’.
“Ready if you are.”
His cock stands at attention and San Lang just looks between it and his face.
“Let me watch.”
Xie Lian realizes now what he means.
He reaches out a hand and San Lang grabs it to help him scooch up.
Hovering above his cock, he grabs it (San Lang sucks in a breath) and then centers himself. His legs threaten to give out, but those eyes give him strength.
Xie Lian sinks slowly, patiently. San Lang thrusts up, but Xie Lian pinches his side.
“Let me.”
“So bold. So courageous. I’d watch Gege do anything; even tame dragons.”
“I’m going to tame this dragon.”
San Lang blushes hazy and laughs at the bad joke.
Xie Lian’s bottom settles down, his cock fully inside him. With one foot on the bed and the other leg using his knee as leverage, Xie Lian rises, feeling the friction of skin against skin.
He has to put his hands on San Lang’s chest, but he works himself on that cock, not quite losing himself in the motion, all too aware of the eyes on him. After all, he used to be quite the showman and today he wants to put on a good show. A truthful one.
Xie Lian moans when he wants and bites his lip when he doesn’t. He uses his and the body underneath him to give them both pleasure.
With a sigh, he grinds himself on his partner, the hands digging into his waist a contrasting pain to the pleasure at his core. Xie Lian tempts himself with indulging that thrill in his stomach and groin.
Xie Lian focuses on the present; let’s go of any errant thoughts. He lets himself do what feels good and San Lang, in turn, spurs him on. Every squeeze of his hands on Xie Lian’s stomach, the groans escaping his mouth, and the pulsing throbs of his cock inside Xie Lian all make him feel alive.
He leans forward to kiss San Lang. It’s wet, San Lang immediately tangles their tongues together and Xie Lian smiles around it. He kisses the corner of his lips and asks him for something.
“Touch me, San Lang. Touch me.”
San Lang moves like a wrath. His hand closes around his cock, fingers overlapping. He moves frustratingly gentle but that, mixed with his stretching out hole, leave Xie Lian close. His hand moves up and down, sometimes it pulls off to feel his stomach on a particular hard thrust and other times it grabs him on the hip and urges him to go faster.
Xie Lian kisses him, licks his throat and the stray tear on his cheek. He cries out as San Lang twists at the tip and feels himself spill over San Lang’s hand. He collapses against San Lang after tapping him on the cheek.
“Go ahead.” He whispers, spent and happy.
San Lang fucks him from below. One, two, and then he feels San Lang release into him.
His husband bites his ear and pets his waist.
“Gege, you’re so good. I love you.”
“I love you to San Lang.”
Xie Lian curls up still inside, tucked into his arms. He wants to burrow here and grow together forever.
San Lang curls around him.
They sit for a moment before San Lang stirs.
“Let’s get this bed clean.”
Xie Lian giggles and sighs, not even remotely guilty.
“Again.”
“Again.”
What San Lang actually does is carry them, still linked to the bath and plop them both in. They fuck again, getting water everywhere, and then get clean. When they get back to the bedroom, someone has changed the bedding. Xie Lian tries not to blush at the thought of someone seeing their mess.
San Lang tucks him into bed and gets in behind him. Xie Lian snuggles into his arms.
Xie Lian smiles when San Lang kisses his forehead.
“How did the meeting go?”
“I saw Yin Yu and told him to take care of it. I couldn’t be apart from Gege for so long.”
Xie Lian laughs.
“So insincere.”
“Trust me, Gege…”
Xie Lian kisses him and he doesn’t finish his sentence. They both know what he was going to say.