“…Hah… you—” Nalan Xuan jerked his head up and stared in disbelief at Feng Xuanyi, who was buried between his thighs and doing everything he could to pleasure him. The tingling in his body, the suffocating pleasure, the assault upon his senses, and the sheer fact that a man of such exalted status was willing to serve him this way all shocked Nalan Xuan, throwing another handful of fuel onto the fire of desire already raging through him.
Feng Xuanyi set aside his dignity and pride, casting away rank and imperial majesty. There was no emperor here now, no Son of Heaven, only a man using his body and his actions to show the person he loved how deeply he had missed him.
It was not nearly as difficult to accept as Feng Xuanyi had imagined, nor did he feel much aversion. He recalled the men and women who had pleasured him in the past and imitated what they had done. Although this was the first time Feng Xuanyi had ever served another person in such a supposedly undignified way, there was none of a novice’s awkwardness. Instead, his movements were practiced enough to drive a person out of his mind with pleasure.
His agile tongue circled the rounded head of Nalan Xuan’s cock, occasionally sweeping over the opening at the tip—sometimes merely grazing it, sometimes pressing against it without warning—drawing one startled gasp after another from Nalan Xuan until his moans could barely form.
“…Mm… hah… ah…” Already completely lost in a sea of desire, Nalan Xuan instinctively moved his hips with Feng Xuanyi’s rhythm, wanting him deeper, yet also seeming to chase the tongue tormenting him.
His desire had barely recovered from his first release before Feng Xuanyi deliberately coaxed him hard again. Nalan Xuan’s hands moved almost of their own accord to cradle Feng Xuanyi’s head. The gold crown Feng Xuanyi had casually removed lay forgotten nearby, while Nalan Xuan’s pale fingers sank into his long black hair, unexpectedly soft and smooth. Pale skin showed faintly amid all that darkness, creating an indescribably striking contrast. The sight of Nalan Xuan with his legs spread wide, another man between them pleasuring him while he arched his chest and tipped back his head in unmistakable enjoyment, was even more shamelessly erotic.
“…Ah!” Without warning, Feng Xuanyi lightly bit the swollen tip, then immediately sucked hard. Nalan Xuan cried out before he could stop himself, the sudden collision of sharp pain and intense pleasure overwhelming him.
One hand supported the base of Nalan Xuan’s spine and prevented him from retreating. Feng Xuanyi lowered his head and used his other hand to guide him, allowing Nalan Xuan to slide deeper.
“…Ah… hah… ah…” The narrow heat of Feng Xuanyi’s throat created a suffocating tightness unlike anything his mouth alone could offer. The resulting pleasure was so fierce that the tingling seemed capable of melting Nalan Xuan’s bones.
Feng Xuanyi was hardly faring better. The desire between his own legs clamored to charge forward, aching until his eyes were reddened, ceaselessly testing the final boundary of his control. Only one last shred of reason kept reminding him, Not yet. I can’t rush this. He’ll get hurt.
His fingers, slick with fluid, slid over Nalan Xuan’s perineum and entered the welcoming opening behind it with almost no resistance. He rotated and spread them slowly, feeling the pulse there, the burning heat and moist pressure closing around him, opening Nalan Xuan again and again as though spellbound while preparing the battlefield he intended to enter himself.
“…Mm… ah… ngh…” The steadily accelerating rhythm left Nalan Xuan unable to adjust. One wave of desire had not subsided before another rose, suffocating him between pleasure from front and back—only for everything to stop abruptly just as he was about to reach the peak.
Feeling the cock in his mouth throb several times, Feng Xuanyi rose instead, withdrawing both his mouth and the fingers that had been stretching Nalan Xuan.
“…Mm… don’t…” The heat that had surrounded Nalan Xuan vanished all at once, along with the movements that had been tormenting him with equal parts pain and pleasure. He frowned in dissatisfaction and reached out to pull Feng Xuanyi back, only for Feng Xuanyi to stop him with one hand.
Trying to maintain a calm expression, Feng Xuanyi stripped off his dragon robe, but his restraint showed in the way he tore the buttons loose. The desire that had been straining against confinement for so long was finally freed, standing proudly erect and making its excitement unmistakable.
When Feng Xuanyi approached again, none of his earlier gentleness remained. His entire body radiated plunder, desire, and possession. He bent over Nalan Xuan like a predator finally standing over prey that could no longer escape.
His index finger lingered suggestively over the smooth skin of Nalan Xuan’s neck, rubbing and stroking as he felt the pulse and warmth beneath its thin surface. Their mouths met again, tongues tangling in a kiss filled with aggression.
When Feng Xuanyi’s throbbing, almost scorching erection pressed against Nalan Xuan’s trembling entrance, Nalan Xuan stiffened abruptly and naturally understood what he intended. He pushed weakly at Feng Xuanyi and twisted away in resistance, but the movement only accidentally rubbed him against the large, dark-red tip, giving Feng Xuanyi pleasure instead.
Caught off guard by the unexpected friction, Feng Xuanyi let out a muffled sound, half pleasure and half restraint.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Nalan Xuan finally managed to reclaim the right to speak. Turning his face aside, he struggled out, “…Ah… don’t… mm… not here… ngh…”
Feng Xuanyi did not insist on pursuing the lips that had escaped him. Instead, he became fascinated by the ear offered in their place. He licked and kissed the tender skin behind it, his hot, wet tongue feeling the pulse of the artery beneath Nalan Xuan’s skin. He lightly bit the pale rounded earlobe and watched with satisfaction as blood rushed into it and turned it red, tracing the shell of the ear and its delicate folds before teasing inside. Only after listening to Nalan Xuan’s involuntary moans did he answer indistinctly, “…All right.”
His mouth never stopped, nor did his hands. Meanwhile, the thick erection pressed at Nalan Xuan’s entrance continued rubbing between the opening and his perineum, growing harder rather than retreating.
Suddenly, the swollen head forced its way through the tight entrance.
“…Mm… you—!” Nalan Xuan’s eyes widened in shock, though the mist gathering in them considerably weakened the force of his accusing glare.
Before Nalan Xuan could finish speaking, Feng Xuanyi ignored everything else and thrust his hips hard, burying his restrained desire all the way inside. His balls struck Nalan Xuan’s pale buttocks, leaving no space between their bodies. The words at Nalan Xuan’s lips dissolved into a sharp gasp, born of pain and pleasure together, while sweat that Feng Xuanyi had suppressed for so long slipped down his temple with his satisfied exhale.
Feng Xuanyi used his tongue to pry Nalan Xuan’s teeth away from the lip he was biting. Tears of passion spilled from eyes clouded by too much pleasure, while numbing currents rushed straight up Nalan Xuan’s spine and blanked his mind completely. His erection trembled, ready to spill again, but Feng Xuanyi reacted quickly and pinched it, the slight pain forcibly stopping the climax just before it broke.
Nalan Xuan felt unbearably frustrated and almost aggrieved, whining in dissatisfaction. Feng Xuanyi laughed softly instead. “The night is still long. We’ll take our time. Just as you asked, we won’t do it here. I’ll take you inside right now.”
He guided Nalan Xuan’s arms around his neck, hooked the man’s weak, spread legs around his waist, and supported the pale, resilient buttocks in both hands. Then, still joined, Feng Xuanyi straightened and lifted him completely off the chair.