Shen Qiao went to step back, but the grip on his waist tightened, heaven and earth unsuspended, in the next moment he was pushed onto the stone wall to the side.
Yan Wushi of course gave him no chance to hesitate, their two bodies were pressed tightly against each other, their shadows stretched on the ground were almost one, Shen Qiao didnt realize what was happening before his legs were forced apart by the other, a single leg propped solidly in between, refusing to let him budge.
Shen Qiao became stupid, he suddenly felt he had been a little impulsive. But it was too late, the other shut him up with his lips and tongue, swallowing all of his sounds.
These ruthless gestures when Yan Wushi enacted them could really make people blush, it was as if he was tasting a premium meal, first a sweeping storm-through, establishing his total claim, then his movements slowed, chewing his food thoroughly, deepening his appreciation of the essence of this meal.
Compared to Shen Qiao, Yan Wushi without a doubt had more experience, but on account of his thousand sailings, he was able to strategize each step, plan meticulously, ultimately getting Shen Qiao to deposit himself at his doorstep, to be able to have this exquisite meal wholly belong to himself, the taste was even more worth savouring.
He pried open Shen Qiaos mouth, one hand gripping the others chin, his tongue prodding around to his content, after the others initial stupidity, Shen Qiao recovered enough to start learning his tongues trajectory, trying to mimic it clumsily, Yan Wushi didnt allow him any chance to demonstrate his learning, instead he maliciously and resolutely withdrew, biting his chin, then sucked and licked slowly his way downward.
His mouth was busy, and so were his hands, the hand that had pinned Shen Qiaos wrist to the wall, its thumb and forefinger traced small circles, playful, unable to tear itself away.
Shen Qiaos hand was very sculpted from his martial arts practice, but it was not hard on the hands, instead it was like a sheep-fat jade figure, smooth and delicate, compared to the jade equivalent it had several parts more warmth and life, it was truly an unattainable, priceless treasure.
Yan Wushis hand slipped inside a wide sleeve, slowly making its way up, he grasped the others elbow, his other hand made itself known groping Shen Qiaos waist, his clothes remained immaculate in face of these unspeakable actions, Shen Qiao as someone who had never experienced these things, from this teasing had been rendered a puddle, his face fully flushed, his eyes misty.
Do you know what I regret the most right now? Yan Wushi said abruptly.
Shen Qiao looked at him in confusion, his thoughts were muddled as if turned into slurry by some unseen hand, his eyes revealed his disorientation, his hair was rumpled, he looked like a harmless and nave small creature, waiting for a bad person to decisively ravage.
Yan Wushi: If I had known, I would have bought this entire row of houses.
What did buying houses and regret have to do with each other?
Shen Qiao turned this thought dazedly in his mind, the sensation of his throat being enclosed in a mouth and sucked on, he wanted to resist but was too weak, he raised his hands but was only able to put them on the others shoulders, it looked more like invitation than refusal.
Yan Wushi chuckled softly, hed seen many people nave in their affections, but there had been no one before like Shen Qiao, who could affect him, make him feel fondness from the bottom of his heart.
If only he could crush the other into his embrace, keep him by his side, carefully settle him there, somewhere no one else could see, for his eyes alone.
And yet Shen Qiao did not have this weak of an existence, he was someone who could stand as an equal to martial artists at their pinnacle, a gentle exterior and inner steel, in his marrow was a fierce will that would not stand down in the face of cruelty or punishment or ravaging storm, he walked his own Daoist path, willing to press forward without looking back.
Yan Wushi did not align with this kind of Daoist path, in the previous decades of his life, towards this type of compassion and kindness, not only was it beneath his regard, he was more than happy to throw a rock in after it down the well, but this attitude somehow met a wall when it came to Shen Qiao, only for Shen Qiao was he willing to make way, even if it was something he didnt look well upon, even if he didnt favour it.
His bottom line, he was willing to make an exception for this person.
Nn, theres someone
Shen Qiaos hearing was exceptional, he had heard the slight footsteps carried over from the streets, it was still far away, but it made him come to his senses a little, he extended a hand and pushed with a fair bit of force, from his mouth escaped a sound that was akin to a moan, only hearing himself did he realize his voice had changed, and was shocked.
Yan Wushi grunted in assent, but had no semblance of holding back in the slightest, when he decided to use ten thousand parts patience to tease a person, then the person he was teasing could only sink helplessly.
Nevermind Shen Qiao this kind of naive Daoist.
Yan Wushis superb skill quickly made Shen Qiao almost forget about those footsteps.
Almost.
After a moment, he seized one of the others hands, his face red: In broad daylight
Yan Wushi: In broad daylight, Shen-daozhang is taking advantage of me.
Shen Qiao:
Yan Wushi: But I resisted on fear of death, fought back with everything I could, going back on the offensive, I made Shen-daozhang this kind of lecher give himself up without a fight.
He really snatched Shen Qiaos two hands and twisted them behind his back: I didnt expect Shen-daozhang with his proper appearance and virtuous reputation to secretly be a person that loses all self-control when he sees anyone beautiful.
Shen Qiao:
On the one hand he was shocked by this stunning reversal of black and white in his words, he didnt think in this world there could be anyone so thick-skinned, on the other hand his thinking ability had been mostly thrown out the window by the others wandering, skilled hands.
The part that was left, naturally was no match for Yan-zongzhu.
The footsteps got closer, a young man in a short robe like he was just getting off from work, carrying a xianbing he had just bought at the street corner, was about to take a shortcut through here, he didnt expect there to be others beside him in this alley, they met each other abruptly.
To be precise, most of Shen Qiaos body, including his face, was blocked from view by Yan Wushi, only Yan Wushi raised his head from the crook of Shen Qiaos neck, very assuredly, pleased with himself he turned his head and gave the other a look.
The man yelped, his first thought was actually not: these two Daoists are doing such filthy things in broad daylight, but: his eyes are terrifying!
That piercing gaze shocked the other into backing away three steps, no time to say anything before he turned and ran.
Yan Wushi turned back to Shen Qiao and said: Look, Ive subdued the enemy without a fight.
Shen Qiao:
It wasnt that he didnt have anything to say, but that he couldnt.
Yan Wushi also felt that this location was not convenient, although doing it exposed to the sky and ground had its own illicit flavour, he couldnt just continue against a wall.
He picked up Shen Qiao horizontally in his arms, his feet stepping off the ground, drifting up, he moved along peoples rooftops as if it were flat ground, towards the nearest inn.
The inns owner had been anxious recently, due to Lord Shixings revolt, the official routes were all used to ship supplies and rations, the peripheral routes were also a bit unsafe, the merchants in town doing business were fewer in number compared to other years, all this resulting in this very average inn being even quieter than usual.
When Yan Wushi entered with Shen Qiao, the owner was standing at the door with his arms folded, thinking hard.
Suddenly like a gust of wind, before he could react, he heard the worker standing behind him express surprise: Are you two langjun looking to stay, this humble inn has excellent rooms, is the langjun in your arms ill, do you want this one to help call a doctor
The workers ramblings was cut off by Yan Wushi: Where are the rooms?
The inns owner finally caught up, rushed over and said: On the second floor, all four rooms are available, take your pick, the price is a bit higher, a night is a hundred and fifty
Saying this he felt a bit guilty, this inn was not a large one, a room at a similar inn would not cost so much.
But before he had finished speaking, a weight fell onto his chest, the owner caught it, lowering his head, he saw that it was a large piece of silver, extremely hefty.
This was enough to stay for half a month!
The owner raised his head in delight, but the other had already disappeared to the second floor with the person in his arms.
The worker leaned over to ask: Should I still go find a doctor?
The owner hesitated a moment: They didnt ask for one, lets not interfere, have the hot water prepared, the dishes prepared in advance too, when the guests request it, itll be ready!
Yan Wushi had carried Shen Qiao into a room, the interior was indeed more spacious than a regular room, also it had been cleaned meticulously, even the bed was larger than the standard inn bed, the bedspread was soft, there was also the faint aroma of sandalwood, they had not cut corners here, no wonder the price was not cheap.
During this commotion, Shen Qiao had recovered a bit, he pressed a hand to Yan Wushis chest and jumped down, took two steps back, he faltered: As I see it, lets just leave it
Yan Wushi, a cold laugh: You kissed me, now youre going to abandon me after toying with me?
Shen Qiao:
This wasnt quite the context for that phrase.
He settled his nerves: Its still light outside
Yan Wushi raised an eyebrow: You mean to say when its dark we can proceed?
Shen Qiao was flushed red, luckily he hadnt noticed that his robes were slightly open, and that on his collarbone he had gained two red marks.
Half-exposed, half-covered, the story was just starting, but already he appeared endlessly enticing.
There was one type of person, even a smile, a blush, could make hearts flutter, killing self-restraint.
Although Yan Wushi had not reached the stage of no self-restraint, he was willing to see where desire led, willing to contentedly admire this beauty, letting his eyes trail after every frown and every smile.
Shen Qiao also didnt know back there how he could have kissed the other with no reservation, even if he had thought about it a hundred a thousand times before, he was a man of restraint, if it was any other time he wouldnt have been able to do it, now that Yan Wushi was pushing forward, he had the semblance of retreating back into his shell.
Of course Yan Wushi wouldnt let him, he reached out to grab the others hand, Shen Qiao instinctively blocked it, they exchanged several moves, Yan Wushi after making several feints grabbed hold of his belt, pulled him directly into his arms, a tug, and the belt fell to the floor, he had him pressed against the table, looking down from above.
What followed was candlelight and curtain, bedsheets turned like red waves.
Wha-whats happening on the second floor? The worker heard several bangs and clashes, followed swiftly by silence again. When the two of them came in, wasnt one of them being carried, how come now theyre fighting, should we go up to see? I dont want someone to die!
The owner had his eyes on his abacus, he didnt even raise his head: Gods fighting, dont interfere!
What gods fighting, I say its bedfighting! The worker muttered.
"So if it's dark we can do something?" Yan Wushi said, leaning in to breathe over Shen Qiao's ear.
"No, I only meant—" He paused to try and push Yan Wushi away, but as always, that man's hands were just too fast. They exchanged a few blows, nothing too dramatic, and by the end of it, Yan Wushi had pulled Shen Qiao's belt completely off. Tossing the fabric off to the side, Yan Wushi stalked forward. He stared openly at the two pink marks he'd left on Shen Qiao's throat.
"Sect Leader Yan—"
"Calling me that after being so bold before," sighed Yan Wushi. He crowded up against Shen Qiao, caging him against the bed frame.
Shen Qiao rested his hands on Yan Wushi's shoulders and pressed him back, but Yan Wushi didn't budge. Instead, he spun a strand of Shen Qiao's hair around his pointer finger and leaned closer.
Shen Qiao could have certainly exerted some of his marital powers to fight Yan Wushi off, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that would play directly into Yan Wushi's hand. As always, the best thing to do was do nothing.
When Shen Qiao didn't react to Yan Wushi's advances, Yan Wushi yanked on his hair and said, "I'll let you free if you call me the right way."
"No, you won't."
Yan Wushi gave one of his wicked smiles. "How will you know if you don't try it?" He let go of Shen Qiao's hair and admired the way Shen Qiao's robes had bared his chest when Yan Wushi had pulled away his belt. He trailed his hand down warm skin to rest over Shen Qiao's heart.
Shen Qiao was too embarrassed to look Yan Wushi in the eye, but his thumping heart must have given him away because Yan Wushi chuckled softly.
When he leaned in to kiss Shen Qiao, the hand on Shen Qiao's chest grew bold and slipped into his loose robes. Against his will, Shen Qiao jerked as Yan Wushi drew his blunt nails over his pectoral, then hissed when Yan Wushi pinched his nipple. Shen Qiao tried to keep up with Yan Wushi's lips, but that hand kept moving! He accidentally sucked on Yan Wushi's tongue, which drew an appreciative noise from them both, but found himself falling behind immediately after.
As Yan Wushi bit on his lower lip, the hand in Shen Qiao's robes glanced down his side. Just when Shen Qiao thought he might pass out from lack of air, Yan Wushi somehow managed to wrap a hand around Shen Qiao's throat.
"Ah—!" Shen Qiao pulled back, but didn't make it very far before he cracked the back of his head against the bed frame.
"Relax," Yan Wushi said, not at all comforting.
Shen Qiao furrowed his brow; surely Yan Wushi was about to berate him for being too trusting again. He gripped at Yan Wushi's wrist and halfheartedly turned his head to the side.
As predicted, Yan Wushi said, "Shen-lang, when will you learn that I am not a virtuous man?" His hand wasn't heavy on Shen Qiao's throat, but he squeezed the sides, making Shen Qiao's head rush.
Shen Qiao had been choked quite a few times since getting kicked off his mountain, and usually the experience was not pleasant. This time though…Yan Wushi eased up, and the blood rushing to Shen Qiao's head made him giddy.
"Yan-Lang can do as he likes."
"You really are too good for your own good," Yan Wushi muttered.
"Hm?"
Instead of answering, Yan Wushi squeezed Shen Qiao's throat again, this time keeping his mouth occupied with another messy kiss.
Shen Qiao shivered against the onslaught, his toes curling in his boots and with his liquid legs, he might not have been able to stay upright without Yan Wushi's hand around his throat.
Yan Wushi pulled away and relaxed his hand only to dive back in and lick up the drool that had trailed down Shen Qiao's chin. He laved along Shen Qiao's chin, nipping at his jaw, running his fingertips over his ribs. With a quick motion, Yan Wushi managed to push Shen Qiao's robes off his shoulders completely. The fabric sounded almost suggestive when it slipped into a puddle on the floor.
Shen Qiao's face was on fire.
"A-Yan," he tried. He still felt like he was floating from the lack of blood to his head, he really wasn't sure what else to say.
Yan Wushi laughed coldly and bit Shen Qiao's earlobe as if to say, "Not quite." He traced the juncture of Shen Qiao's neck and shoulder with the back of his knuckles.
It made every hair on Shen Qiao's body rise but he still couldn't find the strength to push Yan Wushi away. If he was going to have his way with Shen Qiao, wasn't it just better to let him have it? After all, Shen Qiao was the one who had started it…
"Y-Yan-Lang," he said softly.
Shen Qiao could feel him smiling against his neck, the hand on his ribs moved to squeeze his waist. With a gasp, Shen Qiao tried to pull away, but only succeeded in running into Yan Wushi's leg.
"Eager?" He said with fake surprise.
"You're teasing me again," Shen Qiao accused breathlessly.
Yan Wushi hummed. "And from what I can tell, it's working." The hand that had been stroking up and down his waist finally came out of his loose robes to cup the front of Shen Qiao's trousers. "Be honest A-Qiao, do you like being bullied like this?"
Shen Qiao pursed his lips to keep from saying something rude.
"Ah, how lucky I am to have such a beautiful man beneath me…you mark up so well, too." He bit Shen Qiao's collarbone just to prove his point, causing Shen Qiao to accidently push into Yan Wushi's hand. His eyelids fluttered as an odd, pleasurable feeling gathered in his gut. Yan Wushi nipped at the soft skin on the underside of Shen Qiao's jaw.
"Ah, stop that," Shen Qiao said.
Yan Wushi gripped Shen Qiao's hair and yanked his head to the side, then bit the tendon in Shen Qiao's neck. It was difficult to describe the combination of pain and excitement building in Shen Qiao's body, and the novelty of it made him nervous. He twisted his shoulders to try and pull away from Yan Wushi's mouth, but Yan Wushi just laughed at him.
Feeling a little wronged, Shen Qiao said, "You're doing this on purpose."
"You want me to leave you undecorated?"
Shen Qiao appealed to Yan Wushi's possessive side. "Won't it anger you for people to see those marks and—and think of me like that?"
"No, why should it?" He slipped his hand inside Shen Qiao's trousers and gave his dick a firm stroke. "If anything, I want them to know that I am the only one who can see you like this."
Internally, Shen Qiao agreed, Yan Wushi really was the only one he'd allow such liberties, but it was still! So embarrassing! Demeaning! What kind of sect leader walked around covered in love bites!
"No marks," Shen Qian chided.
"How many times have I beaten you bruised and bloody? Suddenly you can't take a few marks?"
Shen Qiao couldn't think quick enough to say anything else after that, so Yan Wushi bullied him onto the bed they'd been leaning against. Shen Qiao was upright and then he wasn't, he was dressed and then he wasn't, when had Yan Wushi removed his shoes?!
There was a hand in Shen Qiao's face.
Shen Qiao blinked up owlishly at Yan Wushi.
"You really are naive, aren't you?"
"If Sect Leader Yan says so," Shen Qiao said blithely. The last syllable got garbled as Yan Wushi shoved his fingers into Shen Qiao's mouth.
"Mmrph?!" Shen Qiao almost bit Yan Wushi on principle.
Yan Wushi pulled down on Shen Qiao's jaw. With an appraising look, he said, "You have such small teeth."
Shen Qiao let him look as long as he wanted without complaint, but then he began to drool. He tried to use his tongue to keep it from spilling out, and he accidentally brushed over Yan Wushi's fingertips.
"Oh? Perhaps A-Qiao isn't as naive as expected?" Before Shen Qiao could react, Yan Wushi let Shen Qiao close his mouth, and dipped his fingers into the saliva pooling at the bottom of Shen Qiao's mouth.
He squeezed Shen Qiao's neck again, and Shen Qiao's vision went hazy. Shen Qiao squirmed under him. In his muddled state, he let his tongue swipe over Yan Wushi's skin and sighed when Yan Wushi released his throat.
"See? Like a collar." Yan Wushi traced a finger along the pink mark he'd used to connect all the red spots he'd left on She Qiao's neck. Perhaps it would all be a bruise tomorrow, perhaps it wouldn't, but in the fading light coming in from the window, it practically glowed on Shen Qiao's skin.
Shen Qiao shuddered, but swiped his tongue between Yan Wushi's pointer and index finger. Yan Wushi leaned forward and brushed some of Shen Qiao's hair off his cheek.
"That's enough for now," he said, pulling his fingers away. He moved slowly so that a long thread of saliva stretched and finally snapped between them. Shen Qiao bit his own teeth at the mess Yan Wushi was making of both of them; then he made an embarrassed noise when Yan Wushi marveled at the clear strands that webbed his fingers when he separated them.
When he noticed Shen Qiao's confused expression, Yan Wushi pursed his lips and said, "It's not like I carry oil or unguent around with me. I'm not a dog, you know. Spit works just fine until it dries and by that time…"
Shen Qiao whipped his head to the side, as if breaking eye contact would make Yan Wushi shut up. It only made him laugh.
Shen Qiao bit back a noise when Yan Wushi fondled him.
"Move your legs," Yan Wushi settled himself on one side of Shen Qiao's legs, smearing the saliva on his fingers on Shen Qiao's thighs as he rearranged himself.
The only way Shen Qiao could move his legs was to bend them up and pull his knees towards his stomach. As he did so, Yan Wushi grabbed his ankles which made Shen Qiao squirm. He was already naked, so this position really left him exposed, especially considering Yan Wushi hadn't even taken off his belts yet!
As Yan Wushi used the hand around Shen Qiao's ankles to pull up and then stuffed a firm pillow under Shen Qiao's hips. By the time he was done, Shen Qiao's calves rested on Yan Wushi's shoulder.
"Yan-lang," he stuttered.
Yan Wushi leaned forward, pressing Shen Qiao's legs towards his torso. "A-Qiao is so flexible. That could be useful later."
To be honest, the stretch hurt! There was a knotted tightness behind Shen Qiao's knees that pulled through the back of his thigh as Yan Wushi added more weight onto him.
With his free hand, Yan Wushi reached around Shen Qiao's leg. Shen Qiao thought he was going to touch him again, but instead, Yan Wushi pinched the soft skin where his thighs were pressed together with his wet fingers.
"There's not an ounce of fat on you anywhere, truly you are a dedicated martial artist. And yet you keep what little fat you do have right here. A-Qiao, did you do that on purpose?"
"How could I?" His face went hot when he felt Yan Wushi's dick twitch against the back of his leg.
Yan Wushi kept messing with the skin there, pinching and rubbing up against it, running his fingernails over it lightly. Shen Qiao tried to pull his legs out of Yan Wushi's grip, but he knew it was useless; his thighs just flexed and jerked under Yan Wushi's hand.
Yan Wushi must have gotten bored because he finally let up once the skin on the soft part of Shen Qiao's thighs was bright pink. Shen Qiao let out a long breath through his nose. He knew the reprieve wouldn't last long, so he savored it as much as he could.
Sure enough, Shen Qiao only got two breaths in before something hot and hard was pressing between his thighs. She Qiao scrambled at the sheets.
"Yan-Lang?!"
"What are you so surprised for? Would you rather I put it in?"
Shen Qiao glanced down and saw just the tip of Yan Wushi's cock poking through the line of his thighs. Shen Qiao suddenly felt very dizzy. The way it felt… between his thighs…
Yan Wushi cursed under his breath as Shen Qiao flexed his legs. He tightened his grip on Shen Qiao's shin, and Shen Qiao gasped when he felt Yan Wushi's nails bit into the skin there.
Yan Wushi drew back then thrust forward again. Shen Qiao couldn't watch. He clenched his hands in the bed sheets and tried not to think about how thick Yan Wushi's cock felt as it pushed and pulled between his legs.
Yan Wushi's breath hitched as he picked up speed. His hand wandered to Shen Qiao's hip and over his lower stomach, touching him everywhere but where he wanted it. Shen Qiao was still hard and still embarrassed about it, but what could he do? His face wasn't thick enough to ask for help, and he definitely wasn't shameless enough to take care of the problem on his own. Instead he pressed his thighs together, forcing a groan out of Yan Wushi.
Yan Wushi's rhythm stuttered, and he called out for A-Qiao again. Shen Qiao shut his eyes. Yan Wushi's cock was so hot on his skin, and the slide of it against Shen's Qiao's muscle made Shen Qiao think of how it might feel against other parts of him. The repetitive motions made Shen Qiao's head spin with how it might feel if Yan Wushi bullied him...just a bit more.
Yan Wushi's wayward hand finally traced up one side of Shen Qiao's dick. Shen Qiao let out a truly pathetic sound when he closed his hand around him. When he moved his hand, the glide was much smoother than Shen Qiao had expected.
"So wet," Yan Wushi said with a smirk, but it wasn't as convincing as it usually was, like maybe he was too distracted to be smug.
Shen Qiao's eyelids fluttered in shame. He could say the same about Yan Wushi! He was leaving wet trails on Shen Qiao's thighs with each thrust!
"You won't look at me, A-Qiao?"
Shen Qiao turned his head away.
"So cold."
Shen Qiao cautiously cracked one eye open to glance at Yan Wushi. It was a bit shocking to see him so unkempt, with sweat wetting the lighter hairs at his temples and his face all red and splotchy. Shen Qiao almost laughed, but he thought that might hurt Yan Wushi's pride, and beside, Yan Wushi tightened his grips on Shen Qiao's cock, so instead of laughing, Shen Qiao tried to bite back his moan.
He made an attempt to kick his way out of Yan Wushi's hand, but the movement only caused Yan Wushi to curse again and thrust forward harder.
"Yan-Lang, I—"
"Just a bit more."
"You—"
"A-Qiao, just a bit more. Clench your legs together harder." He picked up his pace and dropped a soft kiss to Shen Qiao's ankle.
Despite his embarrassment, Shen Qiao did as asked. Yan Wushi rewarded him with a gratified sigh.
Shen Qiao tried to focus on that rather than the wet, stirring sounds of their coupling, but that got harder and harder as Yan Wushi became more frantic.
"You won't even spare me a look, A-Qiao?" his voice wavered on the last word.
Shen Qiao felt his chest well up; what could he do but swallow down his embarrassment? He blinked up at Yan Wushi, but he wasn't quite sure where to look. Yan Wushi's gaze was heavy and meaningful in a way Shen Qiao wasn't ready to understand, but the only other place he could look was…
Where Yan Wushi was vigorously pushing through him.
Just a second of seeing that was enough for Shen Qiao to settle his eyes on Yan Wushi's face.
Yan Wushi laughed through his pants. "A-Qiao is so innocent, how will he ever live this down?"
Shen Qiao flexed his thighs in retaliation, so Yan Wushi bit his ankle.
"Won't you call for me?"
Shen Qiao's face heated. His ears must certainly be steaming!
The look on Yan Wushi's face grew surprisingly vulnerable, his eyes a little glassy, and Shen Qiao had to fight down the weightless feeling in his stomach lest he get swept away.
"A-Qiao, you won't call for me?"
"Y-Yan-Lang," Shen Qiao said breathlessly.
Yan Wushi's lips quirked up into a lop-sided smile. He let go of Shen Qiao's dick to wrap that arm around Shen Qiao's legs. If his pace had been fierce before, it turned furious now. His hips slapped into the back of Shen Qiao's thighs over and over.
"Yan-Lang," he said again, a little louder this time.
Yan Wushi's arm tightened, his shoulders drew up, his smile slipped as he ground his teeth together .
"Yan-Lang, please," said Shen Qiao.
Yan Wushi bit out a moan as he thrust one last time and came on Shen Qiao's dick and stomach and left thick trails on his thighs.
On one hand, Shen Qiao was shocked (and perhaps a little excited) at just how much of a mess Yan Wushi had made on him; on the other hand, he was relieved Yan Wushi had finally gotten what he wanted. Maybe once they were cleaned up, they could go out for a meal and catch up.
Both of them sighed when Yan Wushi let Shen Qiao's legs drop off his shoulder. Shen Qiao would definitely be sore there tomorrow…
Yan Wushi was still panting, his eyes were less focused than usual. He had to put a hand on the bed to steady himself. Shen Qiao was about to sit up to help when Yan Wushi grabbed his ankle again.
"Sect Leader Yan?"
"We're not done," Yan Wushi demanded. He clumsily crawled forward, and Shen Qiao thought he was coming up to kiss him again, but he stopped when his face was just above Shen Qiao's hips.
With little preamble, Yan Wushi began licking his own semen off Shen Qiao's dick.
"Yan Wushi!" Shen Qiao yelped. He flailed and kicked, so shocked and embarrassed that he momentarily forgot to reign in his strength.
Yan Wushi grunted when Shen Qiao's heel collided with his back, then again when Shen Qiao's knee accidentally boxxed his ear.
"Calm down," Yan Wushi said as he wrapped and arm around each of Shen Qiao's legs, just under his hips. He took Shen Qiao's erection in his hand and gently licked from base to tip. She Qiao really wanted to squirm away from the shivers running up his legs.
The thing was, Shen Qiao wasn't naive. He'd had his fair share of morning erections, he'd taken care of this kind of thing for himself several times over the years. But it felt so different when it was someone else touching him! And Yan Wushi no longer had that vulnerable affect; instead he looked predatory, like if Shen Qiao wasn't careful, he really might die here on this bed.
Shen Qiao's legs pressed against Yan Wushi's biceps. He was still completely clothed, so the fabric of his robes made it difficult for Shen Qiao to get any kind of purchase. Not that it mattered since Yan Wushi perfunctorily took Shen Qiao in his mouth and gave an experimental suck.
"Yan-lang!"
Yan Wushi hummed and did something strange with his tongue against the underside of Shen Qiao's cock. When he drew back, he let his tongue trail out after so Shen Qiao could see how cloudy his spit was becoming. Shen Qiao's face heated again, and he felt so embarrassed he had to throw his arm over his face. Gross! Disgusting! He wanted more!
Yan Wushi went back to bobbing his head over Shen Qiao's erection, hands trailing over his waist, then settling so one hand was gripping Shen Qiao's thigh, the other so his finger tips couldn tease along the trail of hair leading to Shen Qiao's belly button.
Shen Qiao peeked out from under his elbow then snapped it back to his face when he saw how Yan Wushi was looking up at him.
Yan Wushi pulled away again to say, "A-Qiao, is it good?" He bit the inside of Shen Qiao's thigh, making the muscle jump. "I can't tell if it's good unless A-Qiao tells me." He pressed a gentle kiss to the mark he'd surely left. Then he put his mouth to work again, sucking Shen Qiao's cock all the way down.
The thoughts in Shen Qiao's were so jumbled, he tried to say "You're so ridiculous," and "It's good," at the same time. He ended up breathing out, "You're so good."
Yan Wushi paused. He paused so long that Shen Qiao thought that maybe something was wrong, so he lifted his arm off his steaming face.
Yan Wushi was looking up at him again. He was smiling ! Around Shen Qiao's penis!
'He's a monster,' Shen Qiao thought distantly.
He didn't have much room for thought after that because Yan Wushi swallowed thickly around Shen Qiao. It was much louder than he'd been previously, so it was probably on purpose. Shen Qiao reached down to swat at him, tell him to quit it, but Yan Wushi grabbed his hand instead, lacing their fingers together. The tenderness of the action made Shen Qiao's dizzy, almost as dizzy as the hand around his throat had. He felt his breathing stutter, and he whipped his head back and forth on the pillow. The heat that had been gathering between his legs since Yan Wushi had started teasing him began to coalesce, began to gain weight. His left eyelid kept twitching, and he couldn't help but make soft aborted noises. His whole body felt like it was expanding, warm and liquid, but simultaneously tense and tangible. Yan Wushi did that thing with his tongue again and Shen Qiao couldn't help but gasp.
The hand on Shen Qiao's thigh gripped him tighter. Yan Wushi pressed his blunt nails into Shen Qiao's skin and swallowed around him again. Shen Qiao was so close, his pants had turned into quiet moans, and he could feel himself trying to thrust into Yan Wushi's mouth.
Yan Wushi drew up, and Shen Qiao actually strained up with him, afraid that he'd pull completely off. Instead, Yan Wushi went right back down, and Shen Qiao came.
It was so unexpected and intense that She Qiao didn't register how tightly Yan Wushi held his hand and how intently he watched Shen Qiao's face.
Shen Qiao felt as if all his meridians had snapped into place, stretched twice their length, and rebounded with a resonating twang .
The sensation rolled through him each time Yan Wushi moved his tongue, over and over until Shen Qiao felt truly wrung out.
By the time he settled back into his body, he was panting heavily, and Yan Wushi had stopped sucking on him, even if he still hadn't lifted off. Shen Qiao didn't have the energy to be embarrassed about it, so he just breathed and admired Yan Wushi's handsome face buried between his legs. He slowly let go of Yan Wushi's hand, then patted it.
"Yan-lang," he said, not sure what to follow it up with. Did he thank him? "Enough," he said when Yan Wushi moved his tongue again. "Come here."
Yan Wushi lifted up, letting Shen Qiao's softening dick flop out unattractively. Shen Qiao closed his eyes, wishing they hadn't recovered from the poison so well. Yan Wushi unwound his arms and climbed up over Shen Qiao. His hair fell just to the side of Shen Qiao's face, and his hand came up to trace the skin under Shen Qiao's eye collecting the moisture clinging to his eyelashes. She Qiao's eyelids fluttered as Yan Wushi pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
The kiss didn't stay chaste for long, and Shen Qiao jerked when Yan Wushi pushed his tongue into his mouth, carrying with it a large amount of bitter, salty fluid.
Shen Qiao's eyes flew open and he tried to push Yan Wushi away, but Yan Wushi refused to budge. He had one hand around the back of Shen Qiao's head, which forced Shen Qiao to accept what he gave.
Shen Qiao didn't want to swallow the semen, but Yan Wushi likely wouldn't end the kiss until he did, and the idea of trying to push it back into Yan Wushi's mouth was too disgusting to even consider. So.
Shen Qiao begrudgingly swallowed around Yan Wushi's tongue, his whole body shuddering as he did so. Yan Wushi pulled away and gave him a soft smile.
"There's no need to cry, A-Qiao."
Shen Qiao might have denied it, but he didn't want to give Yan Wushi any more reason to speak. It had been so nice when he was too busy with Shen Qiao's dick to talk. Shen Qiao blinked at himself in surprise.
"A-Qiao, was that your first time?"
Shen Qiao clenched his jaw and turned his face to the side.
"A-Qiao, don't be like that! I prefer having you all to myself."
Shen Qiao tried to sit up and look for his clothes, but Yan Wushi pushed him back down.
"Where are you going?"
"Aren't you done with me?"
Yan Wushi's brow furrowed, then smoothed out. "Of course not. You said so yourself. We can't really do anything when it's still light out, and I'll need some time to recover."
"Really do…? Recover?!"
Yan Wushi laughed, then pulled off his belts, and tossed them to the side. He shrugged out of his robes and discarded those as well, and with a long breath, he laid to Shen Qiao's side.
"I'm not as young as I used to be, and you are very animated when you come. There must be an ink painting on my back with how many times you kicked me."
Shen Qiao's face went hot again.
"Will my dear A-Qiao rub ointment on my back later?"
"I'll do it now," Shen Qiao said as he tried to sit up.
"No, no. We're taking a nap. Lay down."
Shen Qiao laid back down and Yan Wushi wiggled against him until he was back to front with Shen Qiao and Shen Qiao's arm came to settle around his waist.
After a moment of quiet, Yan Wushi said "Why do you give up so easily? I don't want to win if you're not going to fight."
"You're obsessed," was all Shen Qiao could say. He yawned against the back of Yan Wushi's neck.
"Spoiled," Yan Wushi corrected. "I wouldn't be averse to losing either, you know, but you can't help but spoil me."
Shen Qiao wasn't really listening anymore. He slurred when he said, "You hate losing."
Shen Qiao couldn't see it since his nose was pressed into the back of Yan Wushi's ear, but Yan Wushi's smile slowly slipped off his face.
Shen Qiao fell asleep quickly after that, so he didn't hear Yan Wushi petulantly mumble, "I wouldn't mind if it was you."