With all the public rites over, they are escorted across a private courtyard to a palace guest pavilion that Zhao Yunlan has never seen before. Their honor guard is made up of a mix of ebullient strangers Zhao Yunlan has known for the duration of one very long formal banquet. They have all had enough to drink that their solemn expressions keep cracking into merriment. They traipse up the path in the decorative stone garden and stop at the sliding doors, tittering and nudging each other as they wait for Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei to waddle through in their layers of robes. The guests are dressed in Dixing's take on modern formalwear, unlike Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei, who are both so traditionally dressed that they've got their hair grown long and done up with fancy ribbons and thin gold chains.
The only other person present who is similarly outfitted in something that wouldn't have looked out of place ten thousand years ago is the Keeper of Ceremonies. She has elaborately done white hair and carries a staff that is taller than she is—and unlike the other guests, she follows them into the pavilion itself, leaving the doors open behind her. Zhao Yunlan shoots Shen Wei a panicked glance to communicate, as clearly as he can, Why are we getting company on our wedding night?
Shen Wei looks apologetic, but not upset. Zhao Yunlan takes that as a good sign.
"Commence the consummation," the Keeper says in her creaky voice, and bangs the floor with the metal-shod staff. There are cheers from the gathered honor guard outside the door. "Or this union will be dissolved."
Just when Zhao Yunlan is about to truly flip his shit, Shen Wei grabs his wrist. "My husband will disrobe me," he declares. Then he looks at Zhao Yunlan, embarrassment tinting his ears pink. "I forgot to warn you—this part isn't anything—it's just—it's only ceremonial."
"It's just the wedding robes that need to come off," a friendly young woman calls, to some teasing grumbles and boos. "Not your underthings!"
"Unless you want to offer us a—" Someone gets an elbow to the stomach.
"Then we'll decide if we can leave you two alone or not!"
"Shen Wei?" Zhao Yunlan has been very patient with all the cultural differences he has encountered so far. He can be patient with this. Especially since Shen Wei looks like he wants to sink through the solid rock tiles of the floor. "What's this for?" It's a question he's found most helpful in figuring out how to handle things.
"Usually? For the families. To see that the one they're marrying off will be treated well."
"Okay." So not a weird sex thing. That's a truly massive relief. And it seems like it might not be a bad idea in general, to get a peek at the newlyweds behind soon-to-be closed doors after a long night of drinking. A mother or brother or friend could watch for signs of distress, and break things off for a young person who might not know how to say no at any other point. For himself, Zhao Yunlan is just relieved Da Qing and the others weren't invited, or there would have been no end to the heckling. "So one of us—uh. Unwraps the other?"
"Yes."
"Is there anything that says I have to do the unwrapping?"
"No, but—"
"We want to see under Heipaoshi's robes!" someone calls. Someone standing at a cautious distance outside those doors, Zhao Yunlan can't help but notice.
"Shen Wei. You should be the one to do it," Zhao Yunlan protests. "I couldn't get into these things on my own—I definitely can't get you out of them without taking all night."
"But then you will be...exposed?" Shen Wei flinches at the wolf whistles that follow.
Zhao Yunlan takes his hand and squeezes it, making sure Shen Wei is looking him in the eye. "I've worn less around the SID," he says with a smile, much to the peanut gallery's amusement. Shen Wei doesn't look convinced.
"It's fine. Please, husband? Do me the honor of disrobing me." The flirtatious tone really gets the crowd going, and Shen Wei nods—possibly just to shut him up before he says anything more outrageous—and Zhao Yunlan drops his hand.
They've helped each other get naked many times before, but it is weird to have others watching. To have something so private be a part of the public ceremonies. Though the audience's heart might be in the right place, there's nothing Zhao Yunlan wants more now than to have Shen Wei all to himself. But—he breathes in deep. Shen Wei's hands are reaching for his belt. He unwinds its embroidered length by walking around Zhao Yunlan to lift ornaments off it as he does, slowly and meticulously. Now the playful comments from their guests stop, replaced with furious whispers and giggles clearly not meant for their ears.
Next comes the heavily brocaded outer robe, which Shen Wei lifts off him with reverence. Zhao Yunlan stands still and watches as Shen Wei drapes the gold-and-red cloth on a complicated piece of furniture clearly meant to display every bit of the two wedding outfits.
Shen Wei doesn't speak as he undoes the fastenings on the underlying layers—red, orange and yellow, in ever-thinner and less ornately embroidered silk—and he keeps his eyes downcast. He is blushing furiously, which is interesting to Zhao Yunlan, in a way their audience's presence really isn't.
Finally he is standing in the white wrap-around top and loose trousers, not quite sure what to do with his arms. Shen Wei returns from hanging up the underrobe, and stands by his side, turning to bow to the Keeper of Ceremonies and the audience behind her. Zhao Yunlan quickly follows suit.
"We thank you for your company," he says formally.
"You may proceed," the Keeper intones and bangs her staff again.
There is whistling, and clapping, and lots of smiles and knowing grins as the honor guard all elbow each other away from the pavilion. The old woman either gives them a wink or grimaces at the effort as she slides the doors shut, leaving them alone at last.
"Okay...wow," Zhao Yunlan says, shaking his head. "And they're not coming back or anything?"
Shen Wei shakes his head. "No! No. Though someone will be coming by to bring us a traditional meal in the morning."
"Breakfast in bed I can live with." Zhao Yunlan grins. "So what's next?"
Shen Wei looks at him with love and hunger. "Whatever we want."
Zhao Yunlan gives a delighted shiver, and lets Shen Wei slide the top off him and go to hang it up, leaving him to explore their wedding night suite in what feel like really expensive pajama pants.
The pavilion is big, with screens and latticework separating it into different areas. One of them is almost entirely taken up by a bed in carved and polished wood. It has posts at either corner holding a red veil in place over it, and is covered in splendid red silk. Behind a corner partition he can see part of a sunken tub. It is strewn with flower petals, and the steam from it is spreading a lovely fragrance throughout the room.
Aside from that, there are scattered niches with furniture for having tea or doing their makeup before they get to the consummating. There are other knick-knacks Zhao Yunlan can't identify at a glance scattered around the room. But one in particular draws his attention. Right in the center of the room is a black rock pedestal holding a single clear crystal bowl and nothing else. In it are what look like black and white rock candy. Mostly white. He picks up a piece and freezes when Shen Wei calls, "Don't eat that!"
Putting the piece back, he turns, a little annoyed at the weirdness of forbidden candy on display. "Why'd they give it to us if we can't eat it?"
Shen Wei glances at the bowl, and then looks sheepishly at Zhao Yunlan. "We can. It's for us. It's just…"
Since they're not poison or anything, Zhao Yunlan picks one up and studies it. "What are these?" It really looks like a big sugar crystal.
"Those are known as wedding night delight."
"What, like Dixing Viagra?"
"What is Viagra?"
"Don't worry, baobei. With you here I won't need any other delight," Zhao Yunlan says, making it sound as corny as he can.
Shen Wei's lips quirk with amusement, but he pretends to ignore the flirting. "If you mean is it an aphrodisiac—no. Not...exactly. But it's used to, uh. Extend newlyweds' time together on their first night."
Now that does sound intriguing. Shen Wei chose the word 'time'—not 'pleasure' or anything else—on purpose, so Zhao Yunlan hazards a guess. "It actually does stuff to time?"
Shen Wei nods. "In a sense. My understanding of it is that they have a very limited time-reversing effect. Specifically, if you take the starter, your body can then be reset to the same state as it was in then by taking a dose of delight."
Zhao Yunlan's mind is racing through the implications. "Wait. So if you take one of these when you're just starting, and then you come—you take another one and you're back to starting stamina? You could just fuck all over again without waiting?"
Shen Wei swallows. "Yes. That is my—my theoretical understanding of the idea behind them."
"So you've never tried them?"
"No," Shen Wei says, a little offended. "They're for weddings."
"So, nobody sneaks any for non-wedding use?" Zhao Yunlan is letting himself get distracted by his curiosity, but he feels he wants to know what kind of substance they're dealing with before they get any further.
"No, they couldn't. Delights are rare—it takes several people with the correct powers all working together to produce them, and even then, powers bound to objects don't last that long."
"So we can't take these home to use them there?"
Shen Wei shakes his head. "I'm afraid it would have to be here." His gaze is fixed on the crystal bowl.
Zhao Yunlan is trying to think rationally about what Shen Wei has told him, but his cock keeps getting back to fuck all over again without waiting. Something Shen Wei does seem to be capable of, but Zhao Yunlan…
"Would you let me?" Zhao Yunlan is surprised at how rough his voice is. "I know you said it was for both newlyweds, but—"
"Yes!" Shen Wei interrupts. He meets Zhao Yunlan's questioning eyebrow with an adorable blush, looking down, and then demurely up at Zhao Yunlan as if they were back at the veil-removing ceremony. "I mean. If you should wish to, but—"
"I want to see what you're like when you're so fucked-out you're crying," Zhao Yunlan says, and Shen Wei's eyes fly wide, his lips parting without a sound. He is making the face he does when Zhao Yunlan hits on a kink neither of them knew he had.
"You know what I'm like," Zhao Yunlan continues, finally taking the chance to put his arms over Shen Wei's shoulders and pull him close, speaking softly into his ear. "The sounds I make, the way I beg. You've teased me so many times—you're so good at taking me apart. But I want to see you like that. Would you like that?"
Shen Wei nods, and then rasps, "Yes."
"If you'd rather we both kept...delighting, that sounds amazing too—" It really does, but Shen Wei is cutting him off again.
"No," he says, untangling himself from the embrace so he can stare right at Zhao Yunlan. "Yunlan. I want that—what you said. Want you, as many times as—as you wish." He's blushing, and stumbling over his words, but there is fire and determination in his eyes.
"Fuck," Zhao Yunlan says.
"Please," Shen Wei answers, and Zhao Yunlan realizes that if he wants to maximize the delight's 'rejuvenation' factor or whatever, they'd better get started soon or he'll be resetting to 'ready to come in my pants', which wouldn't be nearly as effective.
"You're sure?" Zhao Yunlan cups Shen Wei's cheek, heart clenching at the way Shen Wei tilts his head into the touch.
"Of course."
There is no trace of hesitation in those beautiful eyes. Still… "And whenever you want, we'll stop, just like always. Okay?" Zhao Yunlan has kept stimulating Shen Wei for extended stretches before, but this is going to be something different. Not just Zhao Yunlan keeping up a barrage of pleasure, but doing so while he himself can get off from it and then keep going.
"Yes," Shen Wei confirms. He smiles. "I trust you, husband."
Those words hit Zhao Yunlan like a shockwave. He pulls Shen Wei into a kiss, holding on to him with the kind of force that might bruise another partner. "Okay," he says when they reluctantly step apart, panting. "How does this work?"
"Take a black one first. That will set a point in time. Then whenever you wish to return to that state—to rejuvenate—you take a white one."
There are enough rock candies in there for two people to have about half a dozen resets each. It's a little overwhelming to contemplate just what that means right now. Zhao Yunlan's body feels tingly and hot, his head light.
"We don't have to," Shen Wei says gently.
"Oh, but I want to. Um. Are you ready?"
Shen Wei, still carrying the full weight of his wedding robes, nods. "Yes. And you?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm ready."
Shen Wei hands Zhao Yunlan a black rock candy. It really does look like a little crystal.
Zhao Yunlan takes it, and then picks the other black one out of the bowl and gives it to Shen Wei together with one white crystal. Shen Wei looks confused. "You take one too, love. You don't have to use the white one, but—I want to know that you can." It's a fail-safe. If the delights cloud Zhao Yunlan's judgement, or if they mess with his memory of where they’re at and what Shen Wei has said—those are things he won't have to worry as much about if they have an undo saved. That, and if Shen Wei decides he wants a turn at re-energizing just for fun, he shouldn't have missed his chance already.
"I will save this, then," Shen Wei says of the white one, tucking it away in space like it's nothing special, like anyone could just open a hole in reality. The casual display of power does a number on Zhao Yunlan's already-rampant libido, and he nearly whimpers when Shen Wei follows that up by delicately placing the black candy on his tongue. "Chew it, then swallow," he says, demonstrating.
Zhao Yunlan does. When it crunches between his teeth it tastes like sugar, with a hint of cinnamon and black pepper and something Zhao Yunlan can't place. Maybe time has a flavor? A fascinating question for another day. For now, there is only one thing fascinating Zhao Yunlan, and that is Shen Wei. "Want to try it out with something quick?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Shen Wei's lips quirk, and he gives Zhao Yunlan an appreciative stare, from his elaborately done hair—he's gotten used to wearing it like this much more quickly this time—to his scantily clad form.
Zhao Yunlan catches Shen Wei by a handful of braids and ribbons and gorgeous loose hair, sweeps him in for another quick kiss, and then murmurs, "Will you kneel for me, my love?"
Shen Wei looks like a work of art when he sinks into a pool of brightly colored wedding silk, red and yellow and orange fanning out around him, the black ink of his hair down his back a riveting contrast. He kneels at Zhao Yunlan's feet, looking up with undisguised adoration. Zhao Yunlan caresses his face, and keeps his voice low and encouraging. "That's it. Now see what I have for you."
Shen Wei pushes down the silk pants just far enough to get Zhao Yunlan's swollen cock out. Even just that touch is shockingly good. Then Shen Wei pulls the underclothes all the way down, leaving Zhao Yunlan fully naked. Zhao Yunlan moves his hand to the back of Shen Wei's neck, torn between unbinding his hair and enjoying the picture he makes like this. He is so beautifully done that it seems a pity to ruin him too quickly. "Good," Zhao Yunlan praises. "Now give me your gorgeous mouth."
From his angle, Zhao Yunlan can see the dark sweep of long lashes fluttering in pleasure as Shen Wei obediently parts his lips and guides the head of Zhao Yunlan's cock into that warm, wet heat. They both make low sounds of pleasure. Shen Wei's intensifies when Zhao Yunlan tightens his grip on Shen Wei's neck, making him take more of his length. "That's it," he says, "I want to be in you all night tonight. I want to come in you. Do you want that, husband?"
Zhao Yunlan can feel Shen Wei's mouth shape an affirmative around him—can feel the shudder that runs through his entire body at the question. Then all he can feel is Shen Wei working him with his mouth and hand, licking and sucking, head bobbing as he works him deeper and deeper. "That's right," Zhao Yunlan says, rubbing Shen Wei's nape with his thumb without letting up the encouraging pressure. "That feels so good—you're going to make me come in you. And you'll drink it all—ah!"
Shen Wei does something impossible with suction and the precise placement of the tip of his tongue that makes Zhao Yunlan's vision go dark—or rather, he realizes as he blinks, he closed his eyes against the intense pleasure. "So thirsty for it," Zhao Yunlan says, voice hitching on another gasp. "I love watching you like this. I'm going to kiss you when you're—oh, oh yeah—when you're done. Just to taste myself in your mouth."
The tips of Shen Wei's ears are burning red. He must be hot in all those robes—and hard, too, but he's not touching himself, keeping one hand wrapped around Zhao Yunlan's base and the other braced on Zhao Yunlan's thigh. But that's not all—he's definitely blushing at Zhao Yunlan's dirty talk, and how much he loves it. Zhao Yunlan gently strokes a fingertip over one ear, and Shen Wei gasps. Zhao Yunlan has to keep his hips from thrusting with the amazing sensations as he trails the fingertip down to Shen Wei's stretched lips and touches the saliva leaking from the corner of his mouth.
Playing along, Shen Wei shifts Zhao Yunlan's cock so that it makes a bulge in his cheek for Zhao Yunlan to feel. "Fuck," Zhao Yunlan whispers, his eyes drifting closed again. "That's—that's where I'm in you. Just that and I'm so close—keep going baby, I'm so close—"
Shen Wei redoubles his efforts, and Zhao Yunlan stops holding back. His hips are moving now, in little thrusting motions that make Shen Wei moan around the wet noises they are making. And then Shen Wei grips him hard, and holds him still, and sucks, and Zhao Yunlan comes with a gasp of pleasure.
He cups the back of Shen Wei's head as he pulses through his orgasm in a wordless repetition of I want to come in you. Shen Wei swallows messily, and when Zhao Yunlan can open his eyes again and look down—Shen Wei looks ravishing. A few strands of hair have come undone from the silk-bound braids. His lips are reddened and swollen and stained with come.
Before Zhao Yunlan can say anything, Shen Wei raises his arm. His hand is turned palm up like a supplication, and a white delight comes drifting from the crystal bowl to rest on it.
"Already?" Zhao Yunlan breathes.
"Please," Shen Wei says again.
The flavor this time is subtly different. As he crushes the candy between his teeth, a round sweetness floods his mouth, more like honey than sugar. The black pepper taste has been replaced by the sting of capsaicin. A sting seems to engulf him as fever-heat surges in his blood. There's a rushing sound in his ears, and his head goes so light he has to catch himself on Shen Wei's shoulder for balance.
"Yunlan?"
Before the last syllable of his name has left Shen Wei's lips, the sensations vanish. "Fine," Zhao Yunlan says, straightening. "I'm fine, I'm...oh, wow." He is looking at Shen Wei's face as he speaks, and as the last of the side effects of resetting his body fade, Zhao Yunlan realizes that he is incredibly turned on by seeing Shen Wei like this. And not just turned on—he is already growing hard.
With his face where it is, Shen Wei doesn't miss that part. He glances up at Zhao Yunlan, and then leans slowly forward and gives his length a soft kiss, leaving a little smear of come behind. "Come here," Zhao Yunlan growls, and urges Shen Wei to stand.
The robes rustle as Shen Wei rises like an unfurling flower. Zhao Yunlan runs his hands through the silky fall of hair between his gold-twined braids. "Kiss me."
Shen Wei does, and the musky flavor of it sets Zhao Yunlan nearly trembling with want. He can feel Shen Wei's cock nudge his thigh even through all that fabric. "Okay—clothes. And maybe bed? What do you think?"
In response Shen Wei opens his belt and lets his outer robe slide to the floor. He's still wearing all those inner robes and the underwear. Zhao Yunlan tugs at the layers of fabric, pushing them back on Shen Wei's shoulders as he motions for Shen Wei to stay still. Then he takes a step back—"You are stunning," Zhao Yunlan breathes. With his neck and collarbone exposed and framed by his hair, his robes sliding from 'neat' to 'undone', Shen Wei looks like the most delicious temptation, ready for the taking. Zhao Yunlan peels off the next layer while kissing him long and deep. Then there's enough of a gap for him to sneak a hand down between all that fabric and feel the outline of Shen Wei's erection against the underwear. He cups his hand around it, rolling the head in his palm, and Shen Wei makes a breathy sound.
"Mm," Zhao Yunlan grins. "I want to hear so many more of those noises you make for me tonight. Do you think I can make you scream?"
"Will you leave the ceremonial wedding robes on the floor much longer?" Shen Wei asks. "Because if they get wrinkled, I might." The dry humor of it makes Zhao Yunlan laugh. He bends to pick up the red robes Shen Wei has shed so far and hangs them in a decent approximation of how Shen Wei did his. Then he proves his aptitude as a student by undoing the orange and yellow robes one after the other, just as Shen Wei did for him. He is getting the last one somewhat decently arranged when he is surprised by Shen Wei's arm around his waist, and Shen Wei's lips moving against the shell of his ear, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. "I can't wait to find out if anything else might make me scream," he murmurs.
Zhao Yunlan turns around, and they tangle, nudging each other in the direction of the bed while Zhao Yunlan is also trying to peel the last layer off Shen Wei. He's gotten the top unwrapped but not pulled away, and has his hands flat on Shen Wei's pecs—perfect for giving Shen Wei a shove that topples him backwards onto the mattress.
"Take off the rest and lie back with your feet planted on the bed," Zhao Yunlan says, voice barely holding steady against the lust vibrating through his body. "Knees apart."
Shen Wei hurries to obey, his eyes fixed on Zhao Yunlan with eager anticipation. As he quickly gets out of the pants, Zhao Yunlan brings the crystal bowl holding the wedding night delights back, placing it on an ornate side table he pulls flush with the bed.
Finally fully undressed, Shen Wei lies back as instructed, his feet planted right by the edge of the bed, his palms flat and his black hair fanned out on the red silk. The position leaves him ready to be ravished. Usually Zhao Yunlan would be all over him—literally—but now he stands still to admire how good Shen Wei looks like this. His flushed erection is curving against his belly, his balls and hole all on display as he offers himself. "Ah, you have no idea how beautiful you are right now," Zhao Yunlan breathes. "Your hair looks so good—like your ass, it's just—"
"Yunlan," Shen Wei complains through the brightening flush of his cheeks.
"You're right. Your ass is too pretty to leave untouched." Zhao Yunlan looks around. It's their wedding night suite so surely—and he spots a vial of oil nearly big enough to be called a vase set on a tray. It comes with a shallow bowl for pouring. Zhao Yunlan fills it from the vial and nestles the bowl in the sheets next to Shen Wei. Curious, he dips a few fingers in—it feels just right for lube, and smells vaguely sweet. He can't resist trailing his oiled fingers down the midline of Shen Wei's chest and abdomen, dipping into the navel and running through dark curls before giving the expectant cock the gentlest of tugs.
"I want to see you opening yourself up for me," Zhao Yunlan says. Shen Wei's jaw bunches and his head falls back—clear signs of him trying to control his arousal. "You can take your time," he adds, keeping his voice low and soft. "I'll be here watching."
Not throwing himself at Shen Wei takes a lot of restraint, but it's worth it for the way Shen Wei's hips stutter at his words. And it will be worth it to make Shen Wei even hungrier for touch than he already is. He is dipping his own fingers in the oil now, bringing them against the furled muscle of his opening, but Zhao Yunlan knows that that touch can never be the same as what both of them are hungering for.
Fortunately he doesn't have to starve himself—not this time. Knowing what Shen Wei wants out of the night, Zhao Yunlan takes great pleasure in reaching over Shen Wei to scoop some of the oil out for himself. "Keep going, baby," he murmurs in Shen Wei's ear. That helps Shen Wei register what he's planning before he gives himself a few satisfying strokes.
Shen Wei presses two fingertips inside as his gaze darts from Zhao Yunlan's eyes to his mouth to his oil-slick cock. Zhao Yunlan watches all of Shen Wei—his fancifully done long hair, his feverish eyes, his elegant hand working his ass open. He is impatient, barely getting both fingers two knuckles deep before pressing in all the way, scissoring his fingers. Zhao Yunlan smiles at him. Shen Wei doesn't speak, but his neck grows taut, and as he progresses his exhalations are no longer soundless.
"Here, let me help you with the oil, Xiao Wei," Zhao Yunlan says. He's been taking the edge off his need, but his voice definitely sounds like he's in the middle of sex. He picks up the bowl of oil, and pours plenty over Shen Wei's probing fingers and twitching hole. "There. I love seeing it dripping out of you." Zhao Yunlan's lustful words draw a keen from Shen Wei, who works his fingers fast and rough, the added oil making the most delicious wet sounds.
Shen Wei's eyes have drifted shut. Zhao Yunlan brushes the inside of his raised knee to get his attention. "What do you think?"
Shen Wei blinks Zhao Yunlan into focus, brows drawn in confusion at the question.
"Tonight I could come in you over and over—just imagine how wet that will make you. Or do you want me to start by marking you? There's a bath—I could get you filthy first, then clean you up."
"Yunlan," Shen Wei gasps—his eyes are wide, his lips wet. "I'm ready. Please?"
It's not exactly an answer, but Zhao Yunlan accepts the words with a happy shiver, nearly dizzy with desire. "You're right," he breathes. "We could do all of that." Starting with giving Shen Wei the reward he deserves for doing all the work preparing himself. "Show me?"
Shen Wei keeps his eyes fixed on Zhao Yunlan as he slides three fingers inside with ease, and then splays them so his hole gapes open.
Zhao Yunlan swallows hard, his cock pulsing with need in his grip. "Yeah," he rasps. "My husband is definitely ready to be fucked."
The joy of everything in that statement makes Shen Wei smile brilliantly, even as he quickly moves the bowl of oil to the side table and shifts up in bed so that his head is finally on the pillows. Zhao Yunlan can't stand not touching him. He follows onto the bed, slotting in between Shen Wei's legs, getting his hands in Shen Wei's hair again. It satisfies the urge to touch, but makes his other urges more intense. He plays with a strand of it as he leans down for a quick, sweet kiss—Shen Wei's hands are roaming his back, his neck, leaving heat swirling in his skin in their wake.
"If this delight works on other things than stamina you can hold on tight," Zhao Yunlan says. If scratches and bruises aren't going to last, that would let Shen Wei stop worrying about hurting Zhao Yunlan in his enthusiasm. "I want to feel you feeling this, okay?"
"Okay," Shen Wei echoes, and he's definitely still following what is happening because the moment Zhao Yunlan taps his knee, he throws that leg over Zhao Yunlan's shoulder. Zhao Yunlan's cock is throbbing with accumulated lust, and they've both had all the foreplay they can take. He lines up and pushes in with a practiced thrust, Shen Wei's body angling up in just the right way to accommodate him.
The slide home is slick and warm and perfect, and Shen Wei's fingers dig into his shoulders with bruising force. Zhao Yunlan can only hold still for a few trembling moments through that onslaught of pleasure—just long enough tell Shen Wei, "Try not to come yet, Xiao Wei. Try to wait, okay?"
Shen Wei nods.
"Good. Let me fill you up."
The response is more gasp than nod, a tremor running through Shen Wei's body. He clenches down on Zhao Yunlan's cock, and Zhao Yunlan moans and loses all his words to the heat flooding him.
After that it's all thrust and friction, all sweat and musk. Zhao Yunlan doesn't hold back, and Shen Wei gives himself to the sensations with abandon. He keeps his hands on Zhao Yunlan's back. His cock stays untouched between them, smearing precome on both their bellies.
Zhao Yunlan embraces his rapidly building orgasm, letting himself be noisy, letting it rock him into Shen Wei. He comes in waves of pleasure, emptying what feels like just as much as the first time into Shen Wei, whose fingers are digging hard into his shoulders. "There," he says through a shudder. He's softening, but still inside Shen Wei. "Feel that?"
"Yes," Shen Wei gasps.
"Want more?"
"Yes!" There is a hint of desperation to Shen Wei's agreement—he is so patient, and so good, but Zhao Yunlan has come twice and Shen Wei hasn't even been touched.
Zhao Yunlan stretches, and can just reach another crystal from the bowl without pulling out of Shen Wei. He crunches it down. The effects—including a moment's lightheadedness—are almost instantaneous. He can feel himself swelling, Shen Wei growing tight around him again—and not just that. Instead of sinking into a languid glow he is back to feeling like he is going to burst, frustrated and eager and hard. He rocks his hips forward and Shen Wei groans when he bottoms out and pulls back and does it over again just to revel in the relief he finds in Shen Wei's body. "You feel so good," he murmurs. "Let me see…"
Leaning back, he runs a finger around where they are joined. The soft caress makes Shen Wei's opening twitch. Zhao Yunlan can feel a bit of stickiness from his previous round, but—"Most of it is still inside you, Xiao Wei. Fuck, that's hot."
"Want more of you," Shen Wei whispers.
Zhao Yunlan makes a strangled noise and shoves them together again, digs his hands into Shen Wei's hair and presses him down on the mattress for sloppy kisses and vigorous fucking. He bears down on Shen Wei with gusto, but Shen Wei doesn't need any rejuvenation candy to keep taking it, to keep matching Zhao Yunlan's rhythm. The wet thrusts are starting to shove moans out of him, and his fingernails are digging into Zhao Yunlan for purchase—and maybe so he doesn't shove a hand between their bodies to touch his achingly hard cock.
Shen Wei's face is unbelievably beautiful as it contorts in pleasure and frustration—mouth parted as if waiting for Zhao Yunlan to capture it for a kiss, brows knitted, eyes shining. His long hair is mostly still contained by the ceremonial ribbons and gold chains, and Zhao Yunlan can't wait to watch it spill across the pillows. He tells Shen Wei all this as they fuck, in short, gasping sentences as he gets closer and closer to what doesn't feel like another orgasm as much as a first, desperately needed relief. "You've been so good, Xiao Wei. So patient. Now will you come for me?"
Shen Wei responds with actions, not words. He splashes his fingers in the oil bowl next to the bed, then wraps his fist around his cock with a relieved groan. Zhao Yunlan watches in wonder as Shen Wei pumps himself in quick, rough strokes. It sends tremors through his body that grow to contractions Zhao Yunlan can feel around his own cock as that orgasm builds, and they bring Zhao Yunlan to the edge. They come together, messy and loud.
When he can breathe again, Zhao Yunlan slips out of Shen Wei. He strokes Shen Wei's cheek and hair and tries to tell him what a beautiful and brilliant and perfect husband he is as the afterglow turns his limbs weak. Shen Wei looks up at him and smiles, which stops Zhao Yunlan's words entirely. Nothing he says could do justice to that joy, or to how breathtaking Shen Wei is like this—laid out on red silk with that long hair fanned around him, come smeared on his belly and his flushed skin covered in sweat.
Instead, Zhao Yunlan gets another crystal. Reaching for it is a lot of effort, but he is already anticipating what it will be like to have the energy to move—and more—again. He shows it to Shen Wei. "Not too tired?"
Shen Wei huffs in amused half-insult. "Yunlan, I told you…"
"Mm," Zhao Yunlan agrees. "But this is different than usual. I'm used to you being insatiable, but not to me being able to keep up." Or outmatch Shen Wei, if this keeps going.
Shen Wei's lips quirk, his eyes fond. "You always keep up."
The praise—because that's what it is—makes him duck his head with a grin. "We'll have to discuss definitions of 'keeping up'," he says, and pops the crystal in his mouth. "Later."
"Let me see," Shen Wei says, with the kind of raw edge to his lust as if he hadn't just literally come on Zhao Yunlan's cock.
As Zhao Yunlan chews and swallows he sits back on his heels. They can both see how he goes erect in just an instant—and Zhao Yunlan can feel it, of course. The dizzying rush of desire coursing through him, heating his blood, drawing his attention to everything he could do with Shen Wei's body to make them both feel good. He checks his shoulder, where he'd noticed a few scratches from Shen Wei's fingernails—gone. It feels different than when Shen Wei heals him, somehow. There's none of the fresh-skin sensitivity, none of the sense memory.
Shen Wei's hand on his cock startles him—it's a gentle stroke, continuing down over his balls. Curious and exploratory, the intensity of Shen Wei's attention still wrings an encouraging moan from him. "You want it?" Zhao Yunlan asks, and reaches for Shen Wei's cock in turn.
"Yes." Shen Wei nods.
Shen Wei is warm and soft and sticky, making it tempting for Zhao Yunlan to take him all in his mouth. But that's for slow play, for recharging and saving energy—he's already recharged now, and he doesn't want to leave Shen Wei any energy to spare.
"And if I want to have my husband from behind?" He gives Shen Wei a squeeze.
"Yes!"
"Then get on all fours for me, baobei. I want to see my come dripping out of your gorgeous ass when I fuck you."
Shen Wei actually whines at that, scrambling to get into position on the silk sheets, pushing his long hair over one shoulder in an achingly familiar gesture. He might still be recovering himself, but he is responding to Zhao Yunlan's desire as he always does—insatiably.
Zhao Yunlan caresses the curve of Shen Wei's ass, letting it sit in his palm as he dips his thumb into that well-opened hole. It yields a trickle of come, which he smears over Shen Wei's inner thigh. "Feel that?"
Shen Wei nods.
"That's what you've gotten out of me. I love seeing it on you—I want to get you absolutely full with it," Zhao Yunlan tells him, and Shen Wei rocks his ass into Zhao Yunlan's hand. "Can I?"
Shen Wei nods again, with a jerky motion that sets his hair swaying and goes through his entire body.
"You'll have to tell me so I know," he coaxes, stroking Shen Wei's ass.
Shen Wei shudders, making a low sound of protest at the teasing.
"Let me hear you say it, baobei."
"Yes," Shen Wei gasps.
Zhao Yunlan smiles. He takes his cock in hand to rub the head against the wetness at Shen Wei's entrance, while getting a firm grip on Shen Wei's hip. "Yes what?"
Shen Wei's head dips forward into the pillows. He shivers. "Let me feel it—in me, on me, let me—let me have everything of you, to taste and feel, however you want."
"Ah, Shen Wei," Zhao Yunlan chokes out. The way Shen Wei says it—it's so intimate, so raw, so much more than just lust. He leans forward to brush wisps of damp hair aside and press a kiss to Shen Wei's nape, his wildly beating heart against Shen Wei's back. And then he shifts his hips, pushing forward. Shen Wei's body opens easily for him, and Shen Wei breathes a shaky sigh as he bottoms out.
To Zhao Yunlan, it feels like forever since he has had any relief, and just being inside Shen Wei is not enough, not nearly enough—but he stays like that for a few moments, letting Shen Wei adjust. Then he can't hold out anymore. He shifts his grip on Shen Wei's hips, and starts moving. The sounds of him thrusting into Shen Wei are so filthy it's like listening to a wet dream, and there really is come leaking out whenever he pulls back, running down Shen Wei's perineum to smear on his balls, and down the inside of his thighs. Zhao Yunlan groans at the sight, wanting to touch Shen Wei everywhere, wanting to rub it into his skin and lick it off him and release more into him.
It's almost too good to be true that this night of all nights, he doesn't have to choose which he will do—only in which order. Zhao Yunlan's body is shaking already, his fingers digging into the flesh of Shen Wei's hips—he could wait, hold back, still himself. But he doesn't have to. He lets go with one hand for long enough to pluck another delight from the bowl, tucking it into his cheek like it's a lollipop. Thus prepared, he fucks Shen Wei through an orgasm that makes his vision darken and his hips stutter uncontrollably—and then he's fine, all of that and the sated glow vanishing like a burst soap bubble when he bites down and swallows the sweetness in his mouth.
Shen Wei whines as Zhao Yunlan's cock stiffens in him again, and Zhao Yunlan strokes the sweaty skin of his back. "Want to go on?"
"Yes," Shen Wei pants, and Zhao Yunlan can feel the clench of muscles around his cock as Shen Wei squirms back to take him more deeply.
"Good." Zhao Yunlan smiles. Now that he has crucial systems like breath and vision back under control, and his coordination isn't shot from getting himself too worked up, he can take proper care of Shen Wei.
He splashes his fingers in the bowl of oil next to the bed, then reaches down and wraps a hand around Shen Wei's cock. It's filled out completely, and twitches at the stimulation.
"Come on, my love," Zhao Yunlan says, smearing oil over the already-sticky shaft. "Touch yourself."
Shen Wei moans—Zhao Yunlan doesn't know if it's a protest or encouragement, or maybe both. But when Zhao Yunlan releases him and kneels up, still buried inside him, Shen Wei shifts to brace himself on an elbow, getting a hand between his legs. "Good," Zhao Yunlan praises. "Keep going." He pushes down on the small of Shen Wei's back, getting his ass into a better position.
Shen Wei's breath catches when he recognizes what Zhao Yunlan is doing, and he moves exactly as he is bid. The tight heat of him is so good, and so fucking wet it's just—Zhao Yunlan shivers, relishing it. Then he pulls back almost all the way, marveling at the come spilling out. "I don't think I've ever gotten you so full before," he says with awed satisfaction.
Shen Wei nods. "Yes—no? I feel—I feel—"
"Do you feel good, Xiao Wei?"
Shen Wei nods. "Yes. Yes!"
"Good," he says, and slides all the way back in. Not with the wild, uncontrolled rutting that had him finish almost as soon as he'd started. No, this time he takes advantage of being freshly turned on to use his expert knowledge of Shen Wei's body to stimulate him with every thrust. He knows it's working when he hears the timbre of Shen Wei's moans—each of them pushed out, not just by the sensation of Zhao Yunlan filling him, but by the nerves of his prostate lighting up with that carefully calibrated contact.
Zhao Yunlan himself tries not to make a single noise, so eager is he to catch every single nuance of Shen Wei's vocalizations, to hear the sound of Shen Wei working his cock as Zhao Yunlan slides in and out. He almost forgets to breathe, only catching himself when he gets a little too lightheaded. By then Shen Wei has tremors running through his thighs, his back arching with them to the point that Zhao Yunlan has to push him back down into position. "That's it, baobei. Keep still for me," he murmurs.
"Yunlan," Shen Wei groans—he's not keeping still, so it might be an apology, or a plea. Shen Wei's entire body is rocking as he works his hand around his cock—it makes it more difficult for Zhao Yunlan to keep hitting the right spot. He doesn't know how long they've been building to Shen Wei's orgasm, but his own is close—he is achingly hard inside Shen Wei, more than feels possible after all the satisfaction he has already found there. But even if he remembers each and every time with vivid clarity, his craving for release is as strong as if it really was the first time of the night for him.
It's not for Shen Wei, though, and his moans are getting more desperate as his hips jerk away from Zhao Yunlan before he presses his ass back so hard Zhao Yunlan's balls slap against it. It takes a few repetitions before Zhao Yunlan recognizes the behavior—he doesn't think he's ever seen Shen Wei quite like this, but he's certainly been the one in the same throes of frustrated passion. Shen Wei wants more, but can't take much more—Zhao Yunlan has fucked him raw, and now he is overwhelmed. Shen Wei wants the pleasure that Zhao Yunlan's thrusts bring, but not the sting of them, and not everything all at once.
Very carefully, Zhao Yunlan pulls out. It's a shock to separate after being joined for so long—Shen Wei gasps in surprise, hole twitching around nothing but a thick trickle of come as Zhao Yunlan holds his dripping cock away from it. Shen Wei whines a confused complaint. Zhao Yunlan moves his hand on Shen Wei's hip in gentle circles, keeping a physical connection between them. "It's okay, Xiao Wei," he says, his voice husky.
"But—" Shen Wei's voice is muffled by the pillows, but he seems ready to protest, to move so he can see what's going on.
"It's good. You're so good. Just keep going, baobei. Let me see you come again—I told you I wanted to look at you, remember?"
That seems to satisfy Shen Wei, who groans into the pillows as he shifts for better access, his shoulder bunching as he works himself. Shen Wei's muscular back is always a sight Zhao Yunlan could admire for hours, but like this, with his skin flushed and slicked with sweat, long black hair coiling onto the red silk? It's like Shen Wei is doing it on purpose just to make sure Zhao Yunlan loses his last shred of control. He is already feeling the flutterings of an oncoming climax tightening his balls, curling his toes where he sits—he hisses with it, instinctively trying to release some pressure to make it last, to wait for Shen Wei—and then he remembers that he doesn't have to.
Watching Shen Wei eagerly stroke his cock with his ass still in the air, come leaking down his legs, it doesn't take more than a few quick strokes to coax himself to completion. Zhao Yunlan comes with a shuddering moan in hot spurts over Shen Wei's back, rendering him even more deliciously debauched than he already was. And Shen Wei reacts by bucking wildly, as if the sticky mess on his back burns—or, Zhao Yunlan realizes after a moment's confused alarm, as if it's finally pushed him over the edge. Shen Wei is coming into his fist, hips twitching, head thrown back in a gesture that makes his braided hair ripple.
Zhao Yunlan hurries to stroke his flank, to murmur encouragement as Shen Wei moans with the last shudders running down his spine. He contemplates another delight, but—no. He hasn't let himself really linger in the afterglow with Shen Wei yet, and it's starting to feel almost unreal, the cycle of desire and release without that period of sated pleasure. His limbs feel heavy and tingly in the best way, and he is a little clumsy as he guides Shen Wei to roll over on his back. It's messy and sticky, but for now Shen Wei doesn't seem to mind. He is smiling. His eyes are slightly glazed, but they go so very bright when his gaze fixes on Zhao Yunlan sitting between his legs. "I'm starting to lose count," he mumbles happily. "I don't think I've ever lost count before."
Zhao Yunlan grins. "Still good, then?"
Shen Wei nods emphatically. "Still want more," he says, matching Zhao Yunlan's grin with one of his own. "More of my husband."
Zhao Yunlan chokes as his heart does something painful and wonderful. Shen Wei is looking at him like that, while looking like that, and calling him husband… "I love you," he says. Then he gives Shen Wei more. He sinks down and takes Shen Wei's slack cock between his lips, sucking it into his mouth.
Shen Wei doesn't scream, but he does make a beautiful stifled noise.
"Mmm," Zhao Yunlan says approvingly, letting the vibration of the sound resonate around the cock in his mouth. He taps Shen Wei on the hip and nudges his ass upwards. That's all it takes for Shen Wei to tilt his hips up, sliding a silk-encased pillow underneath himself to help get a better angle for Zhao Yunlan.
Zhao Yunlan shoves his long hair back into place—he'd forgotten how much it got in the way during blowjobs—and settles down more comfortably between Shen Wei's legs. He's not ready to do more just yet, even with the help of the delight. He wants to savor all of Shen Wei like this, starting with his flavor. Salty and sticky, with a hint of sweetness from the oil. It makes Zhao Yunlan's mouth water around him, and he makes sure to let Shen Wei hear the slurping sounds he chooses to make as he keeps up a barrage of gentle stimulation.
Shen Wei squirms, and Zhao Yunlan plants his palms on Shen Wei's thighs. He's not exerting any pressure, but it stops Shen Wei moving. His body is still shuddering, though, and he is panting hard. Even with his stamina, what Zhao Yunlan is doing blurs the boundary between desiring more and already feeling too much. Just like they both wanted—and he is taking it so beautifully.
Glancing up, Zhao Yunlan can see that Shen Wei's eyes are open and feverish and fixed on him. His reddened lips are parted, and his throat is working soundlessly. He is trying so hard to keep himself in place that his hands have fisted in the red sheets. Admirable, but—Zhao Yunlan grabs one of them and guides it to his head, grinning a Come on he can't speak with his mouth busy. Shen Wei's brows knit, as if he's not quite sure he's understood. Zhao Yunlan gives him a nod. Shen Wei's eyes widen, and he flexes his fingers into the braids and ribbons that adorn Zhao Yunlan's hair. The touch is gentle, but Zhao Yunlan groans and moves with it, pressing his nose against the curls at Shen Wei's base to demonstrate the sort of things Shen Wei can make him do.
Shen Wei utters another strangled sound that might have been Zhao Yunlan's name, and Zhao Yunlan beams with delight and gives an expert suck. There's a pulsing ripple against his tongue. Shen Wei might be drained, but Zhao Yunlan is not going to let him stay soft for long.
Zhao Yunlan isn't going to stay soft long either—even without another magic candy, the scent from Shen Wei hits him like a Pavlov's Bell of desire. It's a deep, musky smell of fucking, and lots of it, and it only makes him want more. Of the smell, of the taste in his mouth, of Shen Wei's body… Curious, he slides a hand down the inside of Shen Wei's thigh, where his skin gets stickier and wetter and warmer, until he can brush a finger against Shen Wei's opening.
Shen Wei freezes, his fingers clenching Zhao Yunlan's hair. Zhao Yunlan makes sure to lavish Shen Wei's cock with attention from his tongue as he runs his fingers around Shen Wei's rim. It's puffy with use, and so sensitive to touch that Shen Wei bucks his hips with a groan.
Good. Zhao Yunlan does it again—and he was right when this all started. Shen Wei has played with him like this before, but he's never seen Shen Wei quite in this state. Never felt him trembling at the intrusion of a single finger, never gotten that kind of bitten-off cry from then crooking that finger into his prostate. And he's never been so absolutely full before—every move Zhao Yunlan makes inside him sends more come leaking out over Zhao Yunlan's knuckles. It drives Zhao Yunlan a little wild—the afterglow is heating back up, more like radiation heading into meltdown than embers turning to ash.
Shen Wei is still not hard, but his cock is stirring in Zhao Yunlan's mouth from being so relentlessly licked and sucked. So Zhao Yunlan unseals his lips around the stiffening shaft and takes him deep, at the same time as he pushes a second finger into Shen Wei and starts stirring the glorious mess inside.
Shen Wei whimpers. His hips jerk in tiny, helpless motions, and the hand on Zhao Yunlan's head twitches as if Shen Wei doesn't know whether to push or pull at him. Zhao Yunlan groans happily, reveling in how responsive Shen Wei is—how he's only barely hanging on to his control, staying put in bed for Zhao Yunlan to wreck. But he is staying put, so Zhao Yunlan obliges. He alternates his focus between Shen Wei's growing erection and his leaking hole. He works Shen Wei in his mouth until his jaw is sore and his chin slick with saliva and Shen Wei is hard enough to hit the back of his throat. And he strokes Shen Wei's prostate, getting the nerve endings there to shoot sparks all the way up Shen Wei's spine and down to the soles of his feet, transmitted to Zhao Yunlan in shivering twitches of Shen Wei's legs and clenching of his muscles.
When Zhao Yunlan pulls off Shen Wei with an audible pop his afterglow has gone incandescent. This time he truly relishes the effect of the sweet delight, as a moment's dizziness is all it takes for the ache in his neck and shoulders to cease to exist, and he gets as hard as he is horny. He blinks to clear a few stray tears from his eyelashes, and can finally see what Shen Wei looks like now.
Breathtaking.
Gorgeous, debauched.
"Ah, Xiao Wei—" Zhao Yunlan can't find words. He leans forward, kisses Shen Wei's bitten lips, runs his hands through long, sweat-damp hair where ribbons and gold chains are coming undone. He wants Shen Wei so much it takes concentrated effort to keep from rutting up against him. But he holds still, almost forehead to forehead, his own long hair falling to the pillow Shen Wei is resting on. He kneels comfortably in his newly rested body. "You okay, baobei? Can you take more?"
Shen Wei nods, almost frantic. His skin is hot to the touch. Zhao Yunlan gently strokes his glowing red cheek, letting the fingers trail down Shen Wei's neck and further yet, until he finds a nipple to pinch.
Shen Wei's body jerks, and he hisses—then he's surging up to kiss Zhao Yunlan, hard and hungry, his hands spanning Zhao Yunlan's waist in a familiar, possessive grip.
Zhao Yunlan laughs softly into that enthusiasm, kissing back in a slower tempo, settling Shen Wei back into the pillow. "That really is a yes, then."
"It is," Shen Wei nearly growls.
"And you have so much energy…" Zhao Yunlan licks his lips at the idea that has just occurred to him. Keeping his eyes fixed on Shen Wei's face, he sits back up, and wraps a hand around his cock. Shen Wei is following his motions avidly, and his mouth drops open when Zhao Yunlan lets his fist slide up and down his length. "Well. You want this?"
Shen Wei swallows. It's hunger, but it's also a fascinating moment of hesitation—even with his mouth dry, he could have nodded. "Yes," Shen Wei says. He doesn't sound hesitant, but he must be feeling every single thing Zhao Yunlan has done with his body.
Zhao Yunlan's lips curl in a grin, and he surprises Shen Wei by easing himself down on his back in the pillows. "Come on, baobei. I want you to take it like this." He's still got a hand around his cock, holding it steady as it pounds with need.
Unlike Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei never complains about effort in bed. He still doesn't—he rises smoothly to his knees. But there's a hint of strain as he moves to straddle Zhao Yunlan, a visible tremor in one of his thighs. Zhao Yunlan rubs the sticky skin, reveling in the solid muscle below. "Tired?"
Shen Wei doesn't even need to protest—Zhao Yunlan can read the denial in the stubborn set of his jaw even through the distraction of Shen Wei's naked ass rubbing against him. "No."
"Agreed," Zhao Yunlan smirks. "You're nowhere near fucked out enough. So come on—get on my cock and ride it until you come."
Shen Wei makes a startled sound that is almost a protest. But then he is looking over his shoulder, needy, down at Zhao Yunlan's cock.
"That's right," Zhao Yunlan says encouragingly. "That's all for you. You just need to get some more oil and you can have it all inside."
There are fine tremors running through Shen Wei's hands as he smears oil over Zhao Yunlan's cock before guiding it against his entrance. With how slick and open he is, all it takes is a single shove and he's taken it all. Zhao Yunlan groans, fingers digging into the flesh of that incredible ass as Shen Wei starts moving. He's so wet, and still clenches down so hard—giving Zhao Yunlan exactly what he needs, now that he is unfulfilled once again.
And he makes such eager, unguarded sounds as he grinds down on the hardness inside. Zhao Yunlan forces his eyes open to see an expression of agonized desire on Shen Wei he will never forget. Shen Wei wants—wants and wants, insatiably, and Zhao Yunlan basks in it, loves him for it. But now there are limits to what he can easily take—that tremor in his thigh isn't going away, and everything he feels now, Zhao Yunlan has already given him so much of that it's not clear to either of them how much more he can handle.
But Shen Wei took the black delight—he has a reset point, if it comes to that. Zhao Yunlan exhales a shivering breath, letting desire win out over concern. He wants to see how much is too much. He wants Shen Wei to know what the experience is like—if he'll love it as much as Zhao Yunlan does. He wants to see those luminous eyes filled with the kind of sweet tears Shen Wei can bring him to, to experience the pleasure of being pushed past breaking and then put back together again.
And so Zhao Yunlan does what he knows will spur Shen Wei on—he makes it very clear in every way how amazing it feels to have Shen Wei riding him. To see him coming so appealingly undone, sweaty and stained with his lovely hair tangling and falling out of place. Zhao Yunlan doesn't swallow back a single sigh. He vocalizes every moan, and he lets his body buck and writhe as he holds on to Shen Wei's waist. Shen Wei responds in little ways, obvious to Zhao Yunlan—eyes widening, ragged breath catching, pace wavering for an instant, then picking back up. It's definitely keeping him going, but just that won't be enough to bring him to a climax.
Zhao Yunlan takes Shen Wei's spit-slick cock in his hand. It's hard now. Shen Wei gasps, hips stuttering before he finds his rhythm again. Zhao Yunlan grazes the head with his thumb. "Does this feel good, Xiao Wei?"
Shen Wei shivers. "Yes."
"Then show me how you've been coming," Zhao Yunlan says huskily. "Slick yourself up for me and do it again while I get to watch."
The way Shen Wei twitches around him makes Zhao Yunlan shudder. His cock loves it—he isn't at all sensitized. Shen Wei is, to the point where his head falls forward, a curtain of hair nearly hiding the way his brows draw together as he moves from slicking himself up to jerking off. He is still riding Zhao Yunlan, and now each rolling motion of his hips doesn't just sink him deep onto the cock inside him, but drives him into the pressure and friction of his own fist. It has to be a lot—Zhao Yunlan knows that had their situations been reversed he would have collapsed by now, possibly even too wrung out to beg for release.
But Shen Wei? He is still keeping up. Still able to do exactly as Zhao Yunlan bade him, moving with sinuous, tireless grace—undulating hips, long hair swaying with the motion, neck bent at such a graceful angle that he might be posing for a master painter—one into pornographic studies, given the bitten lips, the streaks of come on his skin, and the perfect flare of his cockhead glistening with oil, there and then gone into the tight curl of his fist.
The fact that this night allows Zhao Yunlan to come from how beautiful Shen Wei looks on his cock is truly a wedding gift beyond compare. He was going to hold out but—it's unnecessary, when he can simply give himself up to the exponential pleasure of feeling and watching Shen Wei and then keep going. The orgasm thunders through him as he digs his fingers into Shen Wei's thighs—holds him down, as Shen Wei's avid gaze pins him in place in turn. Zhao Yunlan comes into him with a wordless shout as Shen Wei watches, his body tensing and twitching, his mouth opening around a sound drowned out by Zhao Yunlan's ecstasy.
Zhao Yunlan doesn't even have to ask before Shen Wei is placing another delight against his lips as the last sparks of that lightning storm are fading from his limbs.
"Ah, Shen Wei, you are so good to me," he says, voice raw. He accepts the crystal from Shen Wei's fingers. Chews, swallows. Rises up in Shen Wei, who shivers.
"Keep going, baobei." The words this time come out soft and smooth—he's not raw or drained or anything but brimming with desire. Shen Wei does, lifting himself up and sinking down—nearly with the same easy strength Zhao Yunlan is used to, but not quite. The rhythm is running ragged, and Shen Wei is making grunts of effort along with his helpless moans.
Zhao Yunlan runs his hands over Shen Wei's strong shoulders and across the planes of his chest before catching his nipples in a gentle pincer grip. Raw with sensation as he is, it makes Shen Wei blurt out a cry. His hips stutter. Zhao Yunlan grins, and twists the nipples between his fingers.
Shen Wei groans and tries to move away from the touch—but of course Zhao Yunlan can follow. He eases up, teasing with feather-light caresses to get Shen Wei to relax—but even just that draws more guttural sounds from Shen Wei, whose hand is pumping furiously now, hips moving erratically. "Yes, Xiao Wei. That's good—show me, let me see." Zhao Yunlan tightens his grip again, pinching and rubbing, setting those nerves too on fire as Shen Wei hurtles closer and closer to something that might be as much relief as ecstasy.
Remembering the way Shen Wei watched him come, Zhao Yunlan raises his voice just a bit. "Look at me, baobei." Shen Wei's head jerks up, eyes wide and unfocused. "See how much I love watching you?" Shen Wei blinks moisture from his long lashes and Zhao Yunlan licks his lips and drops his gaze to Shen Wei's throbbing erection.
It pulses in Shen Wei's hand, and he sobs as he comes—thin spurts not adding much to the mess already on Zhao Yunlan's skin. Shen Wei's cock keeps twitching even after it has run dry, a motion that seems to spread to Shen Wei's entire body. Zhao Yunlan cups his face, petting his hair and gently holding him steady where he is—sitting up with Zhao Yunlan inside of him. "That was amazing, Xiao Wei. Everything—I came from how hot you were, did I tell you? And then you came for me—I loved watching you like that, you were so gorgeous."
Shen Wei's eyes drift closed, and he leans into Zhao Yunlan's hand. It is soft and familiar and Zhao Yunlan will never get over how much he loves the intimacy of it. "Come on, baobei, let's get you settled." Zhao Yunlan talks Shen Wei through lying down together, his cock still inside Shen Wei's ass. It would be easy enough to pull out and push back in, but it makes him wince to think of what that would feel like for Shen Wei right now. So instead they move slowly, until Shen Wei is the one on his back, his legs wrapped around Zhao Yunlan. He blinks up with a tiny crease between his perfect brows. Zhao Yunlan leans forward to kiss him right there. Shen Wei gasps when he moves.
"You're so close," Zhao Yunlan murmurs. Not to coming, this time, but to everything they both wanted. Shen Wei gives a tight little nod of agreement—still in control, still not quite there.
"Can I?" Zhao Yunlan strokes his unraveling wedding hair. "Can I wreck you?"
Shen Wei throws his head back, as if baring his neck to Zhao Yunlan in supplication. "Yes." He shivers.
Zhao Yunlan kisses him. Carefully at first, just touching his lips to Shen Wei's swollen ones, strands of his own escaping hair falling like a curtain around them. When Shen Wei responds by letting Zhao Yunlan slide between his lips, he deepens the kiss and rolls his hips. He gets to lick a whine out of Shen Wei, and then he does it again, and again, starting slowly and gently. He keeps kissing him—lips, forehead, eyelids—and caressing him. He keeps them close, so close, hands buried in Shen Wei's hair. And he rocks into Shen Wei's slick heat, taking his pleasure with happy groans as Shen Wei lies pliant below him and gives.
There is nothing else Shen Wei can do—he is spent, his cock nestled in his curls, his body beyond responding to pleasure. But he can let Zhao Yunlan use it—use him, and keep going even after Shen Wei's voice cracks on a cry and his whole body trembles. "That's it," Zhao Yunlan says, his own voice husky with the emotions choking him as he moves in Shen Wei and Shen Wei's arms tighten around him—holding on, holding him in.
Zhao Yunlan's body has forgotten what it's like to be sated, his cock plunging into Shen Wei in search of relief, his motions unencumbered by exhaustion or even moderation. This isn't gently rocking through a mutual afterglow—he is taking Shen Wei hard and fast now, driving his unresisting body into the ruined silk sheets with each thrust. His cock is pressing exquisite tears from Shen Wei's eyes—Zhao Yunlan pauses just long enough to marvel at the lustrous sheen of them, and brush one away with his thumb. "You look extraordinary like this," he whispers, and starts moving again. Shen Wei's breath shatters on a hiccuping sob and Zhao Yunlan descends on his mouth, slipping into it to better taste the salt of those sounds he didn't know Shen Wei could make.
Zhao Yunlan shifts, sitting up, and even when the new angle fucks shudders through Shen Wei's body and cries slip between his lips, he remains sweetly yielding to Zhao Yunlan taking his pleasure. The way he looks up at Zhao Yunlan with burning adoration in his red-rimmed eyes is devastating. Zhao Yunlan's heart and brain and probably liver too all seize—he stops being able to process anything but pure unadulterated love for the beautiful man he has married, who has allowed Zhao Yunlan to do this to him.
An all-encompassing surge of heat in his core explodes outwards and Zhao Yunlan comes with Shen Wei's name in his mouth and Shen Wei's gasping, desperate moans in his ears.
As soon as Zhao Yunlan can move again he sits up and pulls his husband's shaking body into his arms. Shen Wei buries his wet face in the crook of Zhao Yunlan's neck and Zhao Yunlan holds him tight and presses breathless kisses to his hair, needing that comfort and closeness as much as Shen Wei himself does, managing a, "You okay, Xiao Wei?"
Shen Wei nods and makes a little punched-out sound that Zhao Yunlan has never heard before—affirmation and appreciation and bone-weary exhaustion.
This time, Zhao Yunlan doesn't press Shen Wei to speak. Despite his growing awareness of physical discomfort, the contentment of being together like this—sensitized and worn into ecstasy and beyond—is almost overwhelming. It is a pressure building in his chest and bursting out of him in words. "You did so good, Xiao Wei. My darling love. You were perfect. Just perfect..." He murmurs more praise, more endearments, until finally Shen Wei tugs his head down and silences him with a feather-light kiss.
Zhao Yunlan lets Shen Wei sink back down into his embrace. "Don't want to hear anymore about how perfect you are, baobei?"
"Want to tell you," Shen Wei says, his voice raw.
"Tell me what?"
"I love you."
Zhao Yunlan's arms tighten around Shen Wei, and he laughs a little, his eyes stinging with the fierceness of his joy. "Yeah? That's what you wanted to tell me?"
"Mm." Shen Wei snuggles into his arms and Zhao Yunlan holds him close.
"Love you too," he whispers, and Shen Wei makes a contented sigh.
Zhao Yunlan waits for his heart to still and gives Shen Wei a little longer to recover from the extreme sensations before he tries moving their worn-out bodies to the bath. He doesn't want Shen Wei to have to languish in the mess they've made of the sheets covering the bed—even Zhao Yunlan doesn't find that appealing after the heat of his desire has faded, and Shen Wei is always so much more fastidious than he is. It's why Zhao Yunlan has been holding him up, away from the wet spots.
"Okay, baobei, let's get you in the bath."
Shen Wei makes an affirmative noise and tries moving, only to sag back into Zhao Yunlan's arms. Zhao Yunlan laughs and kisses the top of Shen Wei's head. "And this is why I make my husband carry me when he's had his way with me like this," he says. It's adorable to see Shen Wei so completely worn out, and especially so when he has the energy to appreciate it.
But as much as Zhao Yunlan likes this Shen Wei, there's still the option to let him regain his stamina. "Shen Wei. Do you want to take a delight?"
Shen Wei shakes his head emphatically.
"No—not for another round!" Zhao Yunlan hurries to explain. "But if you want more energy…"
"No. Let me—let me keep it. Let me feel it."
That Shen Wei wants that—wants to savor even the soreness and exhaustion—Zhao Yunlan understands, of course. But it's still so unexpected that Shen Wei would choose to stay like this in his arms when he could so easily have his usual strength and poise back. "Yeah," Zhao Yunlan says, stroking his hair. "Yeah, of course I will. I'll take care of you, okay?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Though it's frustrating that even with things like this between them he still can't sweep Shen Wei's solid body into a bridal carry. Not without an unsexy amount of effort, and definitely not safely in a room set up like a cross between a museum and an obstacle course. But he can prop Shen Wei up, be a solid pillar of support when Shen Wei's overtaxed muscles tremble and give. There is steam still wafting over the decorative screens in the corner of the room—thanks to the geothermal nature of Dixing, no bath ever needs to go tepid here.
Behind it is the biggest tub Zhao Yunlan has ever seen. It's set straight into the floor, carved in a satin black rock. An underwater current makes the red flower petals on the surface drift in ever-changing patterns. There's no shower or other cleaning facility—the water flow must be such that they can scrub off in the hot water without leaving them soaking in their own filth. That impression is confirmed when Zhao Yunlan spots trays arranged by the side of the tub holding a collection of washcloths, embroidered towels and mysterious jars and vials, as well as a very prosaic block of soap.
"Ready to get in the water?"
Shen Wei nods. "Yes," he says, and pulls a little in the direction of it, clearly eager for it. Zhao Yunlan gently eases Shen Wei into the deep tub, hissing at how scalding hot the water is against his sweat-cooled skin. Shen Wei leans against him, even though the water going up to his thighs is enough to help him keep his balance.
Zhao Yunlan has to gently disentangle himself to go get a linen washcloth. He lathers it with soap while he admires Shen Wei. With the red flower petals swirling dramatically around him and his long hair in complete disarray, gaze fixed in the middle distance, he looks like he should be gracing the cover of a racy romance novel. He's even standing at a tantalizing angle where Zhao Yunlan can see nothing but the side profile of his ass, cock completely hidden from sight. "My great, great beauty," he says, full of love and a desire to run his hands all over what he can and can't see of his husband. "You really are so gorgeous."
"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says, with that fond exasperation Zhao Yunlan so adores. "Here, I can—" He reaches for the washcloth in Zhao Yunlan's hand.
Zhao Yunlan considers. Shen Wei said can, not want to. When he's been overstimulated himself he doesn't mind Shen Wei's touch all over him in the aftermath, but Shen Wei? He might have other preferences. "If you want to, of course you can," Zhao Yunlan says, to make that clear. "But if you don't mind—would you let me wash you?" It's not even sexual, right now. Well, mostly not. Zhao Yunlan just really wants to touch—to comfort, to connect.
Shen Wei looks surprised, which is ridiculous. Clearly Zhao Yunlan has a lot more work ahead to make sure his husband knows that taking care of him is not a chore. "Yes. I—I don't mind."
"Then come here, baobei." Despite everything they've done tonight, and all the times before tonight, Shen Wei looks almost shy when he wades over to stand in front of Zhao Yunlan, who carefully scoops some water over his back and his torso. With Shen Wei satisfactorily doused, Zhao Yunlan takes the soapy cloth and pulls it over his skin in long, slow strokes. He works methodically, even holding Shen Wei's arms up one at a time so that Shen Wei doesn't have to move or tense. When he comes to Shen Wei's back, he lathers the washcloth again, to better slide it along Shen Wei's tired muscles. It's half massage, half scrubbing, and he smiles when he feels Shen Wei lean into that touch. "Good, hm?"
"Mm," Shen Wei acknowledges.
Zhao Yunlan dips the cloth deeper. He traces Shen Wei's firm ass with it, rubbing away at stubborn stains until the skin there starts glowing pink. Shen Wei isn't as fully relaxed anymore, and Zhao Yunlan hesitates before he delves any further. "Have you started healing yet?"
"I don't need to," Shen Wei says.
"Okay. Good." It is, though it's not exactly what Zhao Yunlan was asking. It probably stings, though he moves as carefully as he can to wipe the last stubborn traces of any stickiness clinging between Shen Wei's cheeks and around his opening. The cloth keeps Zhao Yunlan from feeling the skin—from the temptation of feeling deeper than just that. Because it is a temptation. Enough time has passed that he is not entirely uninterested in what Shen Wei's body has to offer—which is not what he should be thinking about at all.
Zhao Yunlan moves to face Shen Wei, giving his soft cock the gentlest of handwashes—and now he is the one who feels almost shy, because the intimacy of just holding Shen Wei, without any intent but to get him clean and comfortable is a rare thing for them both.
The feeling intensifies when he kneels to wash Shen Wei's legs. It's a familiar position, but having his focus be on those slow, methodical strokes of the washcloth as it dips down underwater and then back is—different. And when he looks up, Shen Wei's gaze is fixed on him with a peculiar kind of intensity.
"Your feet are kind of far underwater," Zhao Yunlan says, just to say something.
"Oh." Shen Wei blinks, then laughs softly. "Well. They're probably clean enough for now."
"Okay, if you're happy—"
"Very."
"Then…" Zhao Yunlan sits down in the water and moves to lean against the edge of the tub with a pleased sigh. The hot water goes up to his armpits, and it feels divine. He might not be nearly as worn out as Shen Wei, but it's been a long, long day. "Come here, my husband. Let me do your hair." He spreads his legs and opens his arms—the tub has so much room it makes it easy. Shen Wei gives him an unreadable look before sinking gracefully into the water, his back towards Zhao Yunlan. The tips of his hair float on top of the water like ink bleeding from a brush, almost invisible against the black stone of the bottom.
"It's so beautiful," Zhao Yunlan says. "Your hair like this."
There's a blush in Shen Wei's voice when he says, "It's—traditional."
Zhao Yunlan starts with the silk ties closest to the surface of the water before they get too soaked. "I remember," he says quietly, as he deftly unpicks knots and unweaves braids. "Though the style was a little different."
"Yes," Shen Wei says quietly. There hadn't been much cause for celebration during Zhao Yunlan's time in the past. He saw no weddings, only funeral rites.
Coils of steam rise from the bath in the companionable silence between them. Zhao Yunlan works his way up to Shen Wei's scalp, undoing ribbons and tangled gold chains in the intricate, interweaving braids. "Mm. I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you all done up." Zhao Yunlan cards his fingers through the length of Shen Wei's hair. Shen Wei sighs deeply, and tilts his head back against Zhao Yunlan's shoulder. Without any of the trappings of today's ceremony—with his hair long and his expression unguarded, leaning into Zhao Yunlan's arms—Shen Wei could be his younger self. Could be Kunlun's Xiao Wei, held and treasured just like this—and yet completely unlike this, because then Zhao Yunlan had known it could never last. Now, though—Zhao Yunlan wraps his arms around Shen Wei's waist, gathering him into an embrace. They're together now. For good. Forever.
"Yunlan?" Shen Wei asks, turning carefully in the water to look at him. "Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no," Zhao Yunlan laughs and realizes there are tears in his eyes. He hurries to scrub them away, words tripping over themselves on his tongue in his haste to explain. "No, it's the opposite of wrong—everything is right. Finally, everything is right and—I'm so happy. That I'm with you, that I'm your husband…"
Shen Wei picks up one of Zhao Yunlan's unraveling braids and gently tugs his face close. "My husband," he says with some heat. "Yes." And then he kisses him, petal-topped waves rippling out from them as Shen Wei reignites the flame of desire Zhao Yunlan had been trying to keep low. But when Shen Wei kisses him like this—deep and possessive, hands digging into his hair, shoving all of his nakedness against Zhao Yunlan's—then it's impossible to keep anything low.
"Baobei," Zhao Yunlan whines when Shen Wei finally lets him breathe properly. "I need to let you rest, you shouldn't—"
"Do you need to rest?" Shen Wei asks, as solicitous as if he hadn't just been trying to devour Zhao Yunlan.
"No, but—"
"How many times since your last delight?"
It's so clear where Shen Wei's interrogation is leading that Zhao Yunlan can't fend off the enormously arousing memories of what the last delight helped him do to Shen Wei—the sounds he made. "One. Just the one. But you know that—you remember it, right?" For a moment Zhao Yunlan is concerned that Shen Wei is truly missing time.
"I do," Shen Wei says, in a tone and with a look that send a lustful shiver up Zhao Yunlan's spine.
"If you want one now—" Zhao Yunlan starts to offer.
"No. No." Shen Wei links his arms around Zhao Yunlan's neck, so they're almost sitting in each other's laps. "I don't want to unmake tonight in any way, Zhao Yunlan. I want to keep feeling—feeling what you did. Until I cried."
Zhao Yunlan did do that, and Shen Wei affirming that he liked it is an unbelievably good feeling. Unbelievable because he already thought he couldn't feel better. "So prettily," he says hoarsely. He knows he can't hide that all of this talking of sex and staring at Shen Wei naked with his long hair cascading into the water has drawn the attention of his cock.
Shen Wei ducks his head at the compliment—or. Or maybe he's looking at—
"But you...your body only has the imprints of one single time upon it. For our wedding night, that seems—"
"Darling love, I came so many times you lost track," Zhao Yunlan protests.
"Six," Shen Wei says, and Zhao Yunlan curses inwardly because he has no idea if that's right or if Shen Wei is just pretending to know. He definitely lost count himself. "But only one in here." And with that Shen Wei reaches underwater to hold Zhao Yunlan's cock, and he loses track of more than just numbers.
"Ah...baobei?"
"I want to empty you out," Shen Wei says, and his grip tightens.
"And I want my beautiful husband to have whatever he wants on our wedding night, but maybe—"
Water surges around them as Shen Wei takes Zhao Yunlan and lifts him up onto the edge of the tub, legs dangling into the water as Shen Wei kneels down. The air is cool against his steaming skin but there are prickles of heat in his cheeks and in his groin—even after all that, Shen Wei has already recovered enough to handle him that easily, and it's hot, it's so fucking hot. Just as Shen Wei's insistence is hot, when Zhao Yunlan has done his best to act as the voice of reason. Hopefully Shen Wei won't do anything stupid, but Zhao Yunlan is growing less and less likely to stop him. His cock is rising from wet curls, and he shifts his legs apart so that Shen Wei can see.
"Ah, yes," Shen Wei says, sounding so pleased and so greedy that Zhao Yunlan exhales a gasp. Shen Wei places one hand on the inside of Zhao Yunlan's thigh, pushing his legs wider. Shen Wei looks up at Zhao Yunlan. "If this is what I want?"
"You can have it—!" Zhao Yunlan hasn't even finished speaking before Shen Wei has encircled his semi-erect cock, helping it stand so that he can sink down and take the head between his lips.
Once there, Shen Wei hums with satisfaction and slows almost immediately. There's just a hint of lips and the tip of Shen Wei's tongue, and the sweet pleasure of what he does with them is immediately addictive. So good it is pounding through Zhao Yunlan's veins, making his entire body crave more. But now that Shen Wei has what he wants, he is clearly set on savoring it for as long as he can. The careful sweeps of Shen Wei's tongue up and down his length, the kisses and faintest scrape of teeth, are driving Zhao Yunlan to distraction. And if that wasn't enough, Shen Wei is—like that. Half submerged, strands of long wet hair drifting on the currents, catching stray flower petals. He looks like a mermaid out of the tales of old—more beautiful than any mortal.
Zhao Yunlan's entire body prickles with pleasure, hair on the back of his neck rising. He buries his hands in Shen Wei's hair—just holding on. Shen Wei hums around him in approval, and Zhao Yunlan shudders. "Baobei…"
Shen Wei's head under Zhao Yunlan's hands continues to move as unhurriedly as before—taking the time to rub his cheek against Zhao Yunlan's cock, to nose at his base and lick down over his balls. Zhao Yunlan relishes the attention, loves watching Shen Wei enjoying himself, and that pounding need in his veins has built to a crescendo where he will explode if he doesn't get more. "Shen Wei, please—" His fingers clench in Shen Wei's hair.
Shen Wei raises his head to look at Zhao Yunlan, a hand still wrapped around Zhao Yunlan's slick, hard cock. "Please?" His eyes are blown wide with desire, and his cheeks are flushed—no matter how hard Zhao Yunlan wore him out, Shen Wei is still hungry for more. It knocks the breath out of Zhao Yunlan, who shakes his head, unable to form a coherent request.
Shen Wei smiles. "There's a lot in here for me," he remarks. "I want to make sure I can get it all." And with that he bends down and laps at Zhao Yunlan's slit.
"Ah!" It's not just that intimate touch that makes Zhao Yunlan's hips jerk. "Shen Wei, that's not fair—"
It's not. Shen Wei is so sparing with his words during sex that Zhao Yunlan has never managed to get used to him talking dirty. It makes him feel—hot and flustered, as if embarrassed, but embarrassment never feels good and this is thrilling. It's so incongruous and arousing and Shen Wei knows he fucking loves it.
Then Shen Wei sinks back down in the water, and back down on Zhao Yunlan's cock—and this time he gives Zhao Yunlan more than a long tease. He sucks and licks and works the shaft with his hand. He knows all the ways to make Zhao Yunlan ready and desperate and it feels like he is using them all at once. Zhao Yunlan groans and clutches helplessly at Shen Wei's hair when he goes deep enough that his lips meet the fist he has wrapped around the shaft. Without pausing to let Zhao Yunlan adjust, Shen Wei goes deeper yet. It makes Zhao Yunlan cry out, his body doubling over with pleasure, hunching over Shen Wei's shoulders in an oddly configured but deeply intimate embrace. Just the two of them, wrapped over and around each other.
Together, intertwined.
The way it should be.
The way it should be—"Shen Wei," Zhao Yunlan gasps, and finally uses his grip on Shen Wei's hair for anything but holding on. He pulls—gently at first, and then firmly, when Shen Wei misunderstands his intention and takes what he thinks is a warning for encouragement. But once he realizes what Zhao Yunlan is signaling, he pulls off immediately.
"Yunlan?"
Oh. Zhao Yunlan was supposed to have words, and not just gape helplessly at how irresistible Shen Wei looks like that, with his lips slick and bruised and his eyes huge and wet. Words, because. "Wait. Wait, Xiao Wei, husband—"
"Wait?" Shen Wei shakes his head, hair rippling into the water. "I'm not done yet." He sounds impatient to get back to swallowing down Zhao Yunlan's cock, and Zhao Yunlan has to take a deep breath to steady himself.
"Move up a bit." Zhao Yunlan gestures. Shen Wei looks perplexed by the interruption, but of course he does as Zhao Yunlan bids him. He eases back into the bath, leaving room for Zhao Yunlan to slide off the edge and stand up in the hot water. "Okay. Okay, come here."
Shen Wei approaches through the water, sinuous, hair trailing behind him. His focus is on Zhao Yunlan's cock, standing erect in the steam rising from the water. Zhao Yunlan has to catch his arm and pull at him to get his attention back. "Yunlan—I haven't—" Shen Wei pants with frustration, not quite lunging for his cock but making unconscious rocking motions in that direction.
"Oh, trust me, I know you haven't," Zhao Yunlan says. He's the one who got teased half to death and then pulled out of the prettiest mouth on the planet, and now Shen Wei is so hungry for him and Zhao Yunlan is so weak to what Shen Wei wants. It seems wildly unlikely that there could be something that he wants more than to just let Shen Wei swallow him back down. But there is.
"I want to taste you," Shen Wei says, and any other day those words spoken like that would have ruined Zhao Yunlan.
"You already did, baobei," Zhao Yunlan manages, and cups Shen Wei's jaw in his hand.
That gets an immediate reaction. Shen Wei stills. Looks up at him. "Come on. Stand up."
Shen Wei does, the water flowing down his naked body making him glisten. He is radiantly beautiful, from his flushed face to the sculpted lines of his clavicles to the dip of his navel and the trail of dark hair that leads to a swelling cock between gorgeous legs disappearing under the rippled surface of the bath. Zhao Yunlan opens his arms, and that request Shen Wei doesn't question. He doesn't hesitate before stepping into the embrace. It sparks sensations all over Zhao Yunlan, from his cock to his heart. Holding Shen Wei fills his entire soul with comfort but his erection is now trapped between them and he wanted—he wanted… "You're getting hard again," Zhao Yunlan murmurs appreciatively, rocking gently against Shen Wei. Had it been him, he would have still been sated and possibly sobbing.
"Yes." Shen Wei's voice in his ear has shades of an unspoken but in it. Whatever would follow, Zhao Yunlan doesn't give him a chance to speak it.
"Let's finish together," Zhao Yunlan says. He shifts in the water, making a little room between them.
Shen Wei inhales a surprised breath and wraps his arms around Zhao Yunlan's back. Zhao Yunlan rests their foreheads together. Keeping an arm around Shen Wei's shoulder, he drops the other hand to cup Shen Wei's cock. "I want to. With my husband. Together."
"Zhao Yunlan…" Shen Wei shivers against him—whether because of his words or because of Zhao Yunlan's careful, firm strokes, he doesn't know.
"I know you can do it, baobei." Shen Wei had been well on the way to hardening already, and now he is stiffening up in Zhao Yunlan's hand. "For me?"
Shen Wei nods against Zhao Yunlan. He might still be sensitive to touch, but his stubbornness is more than a match for any soreness.
"Is there any oil?"
With a quick gesture, Shen Wei gets one of the small vials to fly into his hand. It has no stopper, so he easily pours a generous amount over Zhao Yunlan's upturned palm. Zhao Yunlan in turn massages it into Shen Wei's swelling cock, the slick glide making it easier to coax him to full hardness even at this angle and with the water beading his skin. Shen Wei pants and trembles as Zhao Yunlan works, making captivating stifled sounds. "It's okay, Xiao Wei. You can hang on to me."
Shen Wei doesn't reject the offer of support. He rests his forehead against Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, hands on Zhao Yunlan's back. Zhao Yunlan buries a hand in his loose, damp hair and draws them close together. "That's it. That's good."
Still working gently and carefully, Zhao Yunlan takes his own throbbing cock in his oil-slick hand and coaxes Shen Wei's into the same grip.
It's a lot of stimulation all at once—pressure and friction and heat and Shen Wei so close, so close. Zhao Yunlan has to freeze and take a deep breath to gather himself—and then Shen Wei moans into his shoulder and before he knows it he is moving his fist around them, pumping firmly.
It takes no time at all for Shen Wei's moans to grow loud and ragged, louder than Zhao Yunlan's own shivering groans. Zhao Yunlan's shoulder is wet with Shen Wei's harsh breathing, with lips and tongue tracing his skin. Zhao Yunlan tightens his grip of Shen Wei's hair and presses down. "It's okay to bite, love. Go ahead—!"
Shen Wei does, drawing a cry from Zhao Yunlan at the sharp, sweet pain that contrasts so beautifully with the building pleasure. He loves feeling Shen Wei's desire like this—desperate, unfettered, craving everything of him, including everything Shen Wei can taste of him.
The building ache of pleasure where Zhao Yunlan is pumping them both together is so fierce it is splintering the world into pure sensations—hot, wet, hard. He is shaking—or Shen Wei is. Want, need, love—bodies so close, held so tight, his body and Shen Wei's body and Shen Wei, Shen Wei, husband.
The orgasm, when it comes, is long and soft. It rolls through Zhao Yunlan in waves of drowning pleasure and he groans, splashing come onto both of them—and then Shen Wei is shuddering. He whimpers and clutches at Zhao Yunlan's shoulder blades as his cock pulses out a few drops. Zhao Yunlan strokes them both, shivering with pleasure and relief and savoring every one of Shen Wei's tremors and wet breaths against his skin. He's shaky and drained when he lets their two spent cocks slip from his hand, their mixed come smeared on his fingers and across his palm. And Zhao Yunlan doesn't need anything more from Shen Wei, but that doesn't mean Shen Wei doesn't need anything from him—or that Zhao Yunlan doesn't want, as he always will.
"Did you want a taste, my love?" Zhao Yunlan murmurs.
Shen Wei responds by wrapping his fingers around Zhao Yunlan's wrist, as quickly as if the water might rise up and rinse Zhao Yunlan's hand clean at any second. "Yes." His voice has gone hoarse.
Zhao Yunlan smiles, and lets Shen Wei hold his wrist as he sits down in the water. He is too wobbly with pleasant exhaustion to stand through anything more, and Shen Wei practically folds to his knees into the water's embrace. With both of them still and as steady as they will get, Shen Wei takes Zhao Yunlan's sticky hand in both of his and brings it to his lips. He kisses it with such exquisite gentleness that Zhao Yunlan's breath stops. He looks up at Zhao Yunlan with a luminous expression, lips quirking like he might speak or smile—and then he bends over Zhao Yunlan's hand and sucks a come-covered finger into his mouth and licks it clean.
Zhao Yunlan savors his husband's beauty and attentiveness, adoring how insatiable he is. He strokes a tired hand over Shen Wei's head, encouraging him with soft sounds until he is satisfied—or at least until Zhao Yunlan's skin is as clean as it will get.
Then he finally lets his grip of Zhao Yunlan's wrist go, and slumps into a slow fall against him.
"Oh, baobei—you must be exhausted," Zhao Yunlan says fondly, glad that Shen Wei doesn't protest out loud this time. The frown of disagreement makes a fleeting appearance, but then his eyes drift shut and his face smooths out into contentment as Zhao Yunlan holds him.
Zhao Yunlan laughs. "We can't sleep here." Though Zhao Yunlan rather wishes that they could. The screen between them and the bed seems like an insurmountable obstacle, and there are so many complicated steps to go through before they can make it there. But he would do anything for Shen Wei, so of course he can bring them back to somewhere warm and comfortable where they won't accidentally drown. Of course he can. He tries to move, and at first the languor in his limbs wrings him out like a soaked washcloth. Okay. Next time he'll let Shen Wei be in charge of all of that, but just for tonight he can and he will do it.
First he makes sure that neither of them have any come stuck where it will dry unpleasantly. Shen Wei sighs against his shoulder, nuzzling close in response to Zhao Yunlan's touch. When he's satisfied that the Dixing bath has left them clean, he climbs out. It's a laborious process, and he mentally downgrades the wedding pavilion facilities from five stars to four for lack of accessibility. Full gravity is unwelcome. At least the pretty embroidered towels turn out to be much softer and more absorbent than they seemed, and he gives himself a quick scrub.
Naked and sort of dry, he crouches down on the floor behind Shen Wei, who is one degree of relaxation away from turning into classical art of an underwater beauty. "Xiao Wei…"
"Yunlan." Shen Wei answers instantly, unhesitantly. Looking up at Zhao Yunlan without surprise—maybe he wasn't as sleepy as he seemed.
"Come on, baobei. It's bedtime."
Shen Wei makes a cute face. "We got the bed dirty."
"We got it absolutely filthy," Zhao Yunlan grins. "But you can't stay in the bath all night."
Shen Wei clasps Zhao Yunlan's outstretched hand and lets himself be hoisted out of the tub. Zhao Yunlan wraps him in a towel and squeezes the water out of his hair with another. Shen Wei leans into the attention with relaxed pleasure. Zhao Yunlan slows, takes the time to rub his entire body dry, loving how Shen Wei's heavy-lidded eyes follow his every move.
Then Shen Wei takes the lead, showing Zhao Yunlan the facilities behind a cleverly carved wall he'd missed, stocked with far more prosaic toiletries than the ones by the bath. After a day chock-full of Dixing rites and ceremonies, it's a relief not to have to figure out any traditional bedtime routines, even if the silk nightgowns Shen Wei insists they wear for warmth take some getting used to.
Shen Wei has been fine standing on his own, but just in case—and just because it feels good—Zhao Yunlan nestles close while they brush their teeth and keeps hold of Shen Wei's waist. And maybe Shen Wei doesn't need to, but he leans his weight against Zhao Yunlan's in a way that makes him feel glowing warm as they make their way back to bed.
Which really is filthy—but when Zhao Yunlan tugs experimentally at the sheet it comes away easily, tumbling pillows to the floor but revealing a different set of red silk bedclothes below. They're dry and clean and look perfect for falling into right this second. "Convenient," he mumbles, and decides that's worth giving the facilities a half star back for. They didn't even have to call room service or anything.
Shen Wei looks at the pillows on the floor with clear intent to tidy, so Zhao Yunlan—determined to start married life off right—gets him settled in the bed and takes care of that himself. It earns him a beautiful smile when he comes to lie down face to face with Shen Wei—a bit amused and a lot knowing, but so bright it makes his heart hurt in the way it sometimes does when he looks at Shen Wei and sees how loved he is. It's almost too much, but Zhao Yunlan will never get enough of it. Ever.
"Yunlan," Shen Wei says, voice so low and rich it gives Zhao Yunlan a happy shiver. "If you would prefer not to sleep yet…"
And Zhao Yunlan was just thinking he couldn't get enough. He laughs. "Are you that insatiable, my love?"
Shen Wei's lips quirk. "If you want me to be."
"And if I want us to actually get some sleep? Rest up, recover—we've got another big day to get ready for, remember?" Zhao Yunlan has been determined not to stress about the Dragon City wedding, but now that it's just around the corner, he feels a happy flutter of nerves.
"An unusual position for you to take," Shen Wei says, playing with a damp curl of Zhao Yunlan's freshly brushed-out hair.
"It's been an unusual night." Zhao Yunlan catches Shen Wei's hand so he can kiss it.
Shen Wei's eyes are wide as he looks at Zhao Yunlan—at their clasped hands at his lips. "I don't want you to have any regrets," he says quietly.
Zhao Yunlan laughs. "I couldn't. Never. Not with you, not now, when we're like this. If you'd wanted to have some of that wedding wine and pass out drunk I wouldn't have regretted spending the night watching you sleep it off. If you'd wanted to split the delights with me, or take them all yourself—as long as you're happy, Shen Wei, I have no regrets."
"Oh." Shen Wei's lips quiver, and he blinks. "So—tonight—"
"Was perfect," Zhao Yunlan says softly, lips brushing Shen Wei's hand again. "I don't need more. I like that...that I'm tired. That you are. That we're together in this. And of course I want more—I'll always want more of you, my darling. But that's why we have tomorrow."
Shen Wei wordlessly grabs Zhao Yunlan by the back of the head and kisses him hard, hands fisting in his hair. "Tomorrow." His voice is practically a growl, and the word is a promise. A promise of what exactly, Zhao Yunlan can't wait to find out.
"And every day after that." Zhao Yunlan strokes Shen Wei's long hair soothingly, and Shen Wei curls up against him.
"Yes," Shen Wei says. The feral energy of that possessive kiss is still lurking behind the contented sigh he makes into Zhao Yunlan's hair. "All the tomorrows."
Zhao Yunlan smiles. There can be no greater delight than this—that he gets to spend each new day and each new night with Shen Wei as his husband, and explore all the possibilities they find there together.