The Third Prince had not meant to respond, yet an involuntary sound of agreement escaped him. He carefully removed Mu Xueshi’s outer robe so he could sleep comfortably. Knowing Mu Xueshi would otherwise foolishly go outside to wait for the Yinglan flower, the prince had mixed a small amount of sleep-inducing powder into the wine to make him rest.
As though reassured, Mu Xueshi chuckled foolishly a few times and fell asleep almost at once. Once quiet, he looked unusually well behaved. He occasionally hiccupped softly from the wine, then fell silent again, crystalline tears still clinging to his thick lashes.
In the wavering candlelight, light and shadow crossed Mu Xueshi’s pale face, making his delicate features appear even more striking.
The Third Prince stared until he lost himself. He had long been accustomed to Mu Xueshi’s beauty, yet in these circumstances he still found himself unable to look away.
The Third Prince kissed him again, this time more roughly than before, while his hands began roaming over Mu Xueshi’s body and his breathing became unsteady.
“Behave…” Mu Xueshi murmured in his sleep. Sensing something unusual, he frowned irritably and weakly waved one hand in the air before letting it fall again.
His lips moved with indistinct dream-talk. Seeing him like this, the Third Prince looked helpless and finally pulled over the thin quilt to cover him, only for Mu Xueshi to slap it away.
Sleeping restlessly and unwilling to tolerate the disturbance, Mu Xueshi swatted at the supposed annoyance and rolled over to continue sleeping. The slap landed squarely on the Third Prince’s face.
The Third Prince froze, caught off guard. By habit, he raised his hand as though to return the slap to Mu Xueshi’s backside, but after seeing his sleeping face, he could not bring himself to do it.
Mu Xueshi was unruly while awake and no more peaceful while drunk. The Third Prince had placed him neatly on his side with his face against the pillow, but now he had somehow straddled the quilt, rubbed against it, and giggled before falling silent again as though it had all been sleep-talk.
His thin under-robe already hung loosely, and the movement opened the front enough to expose more of his pale skin.
The Third Prince’s gaze moved uncontrollably down from Mu Xueshi’s tear-streaked face, past his exposed collarbone, chest, and narrow waist, until it reached the lower part of his body.
That area remained covered by his clothing, but the Third Prince could already feel heat building in himself.
With his restraint stretched thin, the Third Prince touched Mu Xueshi sexually while he was still asleep, slipping a hand beneath his underclothes.
Mu Xueshi made a faint sound of discomfort but soon became still again.
Neither the original owner of the body nor the present Mu Xueshi had any sexual experience. After only a short time, his body began reacting to the stimulation.
The Third Prince removed Mu Xueshi’s underclothes and began performing oral sex on him.
The intensity of the sensation made Mu Xueshi’s eyes open slightly. Still wavering between sleep and wakefulness, he looked down at the person between his legs.
“Xi… Xi?”
The Third Prince looked up at him but did not stop.
Mu Xueshi’s breathing grew heavier as he slowly became more awake. Once again, he and the Third Prince had crossed a boundary. This was the second time, and each time his body had responded strongly. He could not tell whether the reaction belonged to this body or to his own will, only that the unfamiliar pleasure was quickly becoming overwhelming.
Whatever. As long as it feels good. No one will know anyway.
With that reckless thought, Mu Xueshi grinned, pushed the Third Prince away, and swayed upright into a sitting position.
“I won’t take advantage of you. You made me feel good, so I won’t treat you badly either, hehe…” Mu Xueshi muttered drunkenly, then reached for the Third Prince sexually in return.
Mu Xueshi’s mind was already muddled by alcohol, and he had no sense of how much force he was using. The Third Prince had already been holding himself back for some time, and Mu Xueshi’s rough grip made even him draw in a sharp breath of pain.
Seeing the Third Prince’s expression, Mu Xueshi realized he had used too much force. He patted the prince’s leg as though soothing a child and smiled up at him. “It’s okay. I’ll be gentler…” This time, he really did loosen his grip.