35 The Nine-tailed Fox goes for a ride [+18]
tw: explicit sexual content
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Shu Luan seems mesmerized by the sight of Ling Yan naked on top of him, and does nothing besides stare at the lines of his body, and the proud arch of his neck.
Wu Yun feels the way Ling Yan's body heats up under that intense stare. He knows what's coming, and doesn't know if what he's feeling is only the bleed through of Ling Yan's own feelings or is own anticipation.
Somehow that makes him feel guilty, as if he's intruding on a very private moment. But there's no way for him to get out of the dream, he doesn't even understand why they're happening. He must have some connection to Ling Yan, but how and why?
Once Shu Luan gets his fill of looking, he starts taking off his own robes, shimming out of them without dislodging Wu Yun.
When their naked skin comes into contact they both hiss in pleasure.
Shu Luan's hands fly to Ling Yan's trim waist and he watches with longing as the thumbs almost meet over his navel.
Ling Yan rubs himself over Shu Luan's hard length, and laughs when he squirms. "Are you just going to stand there and do nothing?"
"I thought Ling Yan was taking the reins today," he says, trailing his hands lower, ever so closer to where Ling Yan wants them.
"Mark your words." Ling Yan leans to the side and rummages through Shu Luan's discarded robes until he finds a small vial.
He takes the stopper off with his teeth and spits it out towards Shu Luan who laughs at his antics and tries to raise up from his prone position to touch him.
Ling Yan pushes him back down with a firm hand on his chest. "Stay where you are."
Shu Luan's golden irises disappear around the black spill of pupil, and he stays silent, watching Ling Yan's every movement like he's dying of hunger and Ling Yan is the first meal he's seen in days.
Ling Yan overturns the small vial over his fingers and coats them with a translucent viscous substance. He sets the vial to the side and brings his fingers around, behind his back.
Wu Yun feels the gentle burn when the first finger breaches him. It's an odd sensation that makes him feel conscious of every muscle in his body, and the way they are all connected.
Ling Yan doesn't give his body time to adjust, and soon another finger joins the first. This time the burn is more intense, and he lets out a low hiss.
"Aren't you going to let me watch?" Shu Luan asks, biting down on his lower lip, and tightening his grip around Ling Yan's waist.
"Imagine it," Ling Yan says, almost hissing out the words.
Wu Yun loses track of what's happening, and only realizes that Ling Yan is taking out his fingers when a shiver runs through his spine, and he feels and odd emptiness.
Ling Yan picks up the vial again and upends it over Shu Luan's straining cock, who lets out a loud moan at the feeling of the cool liquid against his heated skin.
Ling Yan smirks and wraps his fingers around the hard length. Shu Luan's hips rise up from the mattress to meet his grip, trying to get more friction, but Ling Yan only spreads the liquid with economic movements before taking his hand away.
"Why does Ling Yan like to torture me so?" Shu Luan asks, with fake dejection.
Ling Yan tries to remain haughty and composed, but he can't resist leaning over and kissing Shu Luan's pouting lips. He runs his tongue over his plush bottom lip but when Shu Luan parts his lips to allow him entrance he pulls away.
"If Shu Luan didn't want to be tortured he shouldn't make it so much fun."
He runs his pink tongue over his bottom lip, in a deliberate tease, and raises up on his knees to adjust his position. He steadies Shu Luan's cock with a firm grip and slowly lowers himself onto it.
Shu Luan gasps and his fingers spasm rhythmically on Ling Yan's waist at his slow descent.
Ling Yan can no longer affect nonchalance. The stretch burns and sets his nerves on fire, it feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
Wu Yun doesn't know how either of them can stand it, this intimate joining of bodies, that seems like more than what a body and a soul should be capable of handling. It leaves him feeling like an exposed nerve, like lightning is running through his veins.
Ling Yan moans once he's fully seated, and all of Shu Luan is inside him. He looks down at Shu Luan's bright, glazed eyes, and a burst of satisfaction blooms in his chest. He did that. He put that look on his handsome face. He loves it when Shu Luan looks at him like he's all he can see, and everything else in the universe melts away.
He raises his hips up and lowers them again, letting all his weight fall back on Shu Luan's hips. The force of the movement makes them both moan, and Ling Yan shiver when Shu Luan's cock brushes again the spot that makes his vision whiteout.
"I'll die if you don't move," Shu Luan says, straining his neck to get a look at the place where they are connected, to watch himself disappear inside Ling Yan.
Ling Yan is too overwhelmed to answer, but obliges his request. He starts moving faster, raising his hips in short staccato movements that make his spine tingle and his eyes water. It feels so good, he wants it to last forever. He scores his nails over Shu Luan's heaving chest, driving red marks into the tender skin.
Shu Luan can no longer remain quiet, as much as the idea of being used for Ling Yan's pleasure excites him, and starts raising his hips to meet Ling Yan's downward thrusts, pumping into him from below.
The added stimulation sends Ling Yan into a frenzy and he throws his head back in a loud moan, his hair spilling down his back like an oil slick.
Shu Luan grips his hips and drives into him hard, almost making Ling Yan choke with the depth of his thrusts. He feels so full, he expects the outline of Shu Luan's hard cock to be visible through the thin skin of his stomach.
The thought incenses him, he's mad with the idea of it. He takes hold of one of Shu Luan's hand and brings it towards his stomach, presses his fingers underneath his navel.
"Can you feel it? This is how deep inside of me you are."
Shu Luan's eyes widen, his breath comes out in short bursts. He pushes his fingers against Ling Yan's straining skin. "Can you?"
A moan tears through Ling Yan's throat at Shu Luan's touch, he can feel him pressing into him both from inside and out.
It's enough to burn all his coherent thoughts out of his fraying mind. "Yes, yes, I can. Please more."
Shu Luan doesn't need to be told twice. He picks Ling Yan under the thighs and reverses their positions. Ling Yan falls back on the mattress with a loud gasp and hisses at the shift of Shu Luan's cock inside him. The new position has it rubbing directly against the spot that makes him feel the most pleasure.
"The things you do to me...You have no idea. I would die between your thighs and welcome death with a smile."
He runs his eyes over the place where they are connected, watching Ling Yan's hard cock drip fluid onto his smooth stomach, and his pink rim strain to take all of him inside. It's and arresting sight, and he can't help running his fingers over the sensitive skin, making Ling Yan moan from over-stimulation.
Ling Yan feels the overwhelming surge of pleasure building inside him, and he knows it won't be long until the dam breaks. He wraps his fingers around Shu Luan's head and brings his face close, until their foreheads touch.
"Fuck me, hard. Put all your godly strength to good use."
Shu Luan's nostrils flare, and he kisses Ling Yan, deep and hard, fucking his mouth like his cock fucks his body, consuming all of him.
He starts thrusting in earnest then, deep powerful thrusts that make the bed rattle and threaten to give out under them. Ling Yan lets out short abortive moans, each stroke pushing the breath out of him, making him dizzy with want. His cock twitches on his stomach, the sensitive head dragging against the wet skin with each thrust. He realizes he can come just from this, just from Shu Luan fucking him like it's his life's ambition.
He becomes desperate for it, raising his hips to meet each thrust and throwing his head back, lost in bliss. He never feels as human as when Shu Luan fucks him, it makes him feel closer to all that he has lost, to everything he'll never get to experience again.
He clings to Shu Luan's neck, trying to tether himself to reality as his mind threatens to slip away. "I'm going to come on your cock."
Shu Luan hisses and starts pumping his hips faster, making sure each stroke hits the spot that drives Ling Yan mad, desperate to see it happen.
He drops a small lingering kiss on Ling Yan's lips and tells him. "I'll come inside you when you do."
Wu Yun sees his golden eyes look down at Ling Yan with infinite tenderness, and for a moment his pleasure addled mind replaces his face with Lan Tian's. It only lasts a second, but it's enough to leave him breathless.
Shu Luan's words seem to break the last of Ling Yan's restraint. His spine raises up from the bed in a graceful arch. He lets out a scream as thin white ropes paint his stomach and chest, leaving the canvas of his body stained with the evidence of his pleasure.
Shu Luan is powerless to hold back when Ling Yan's inner muscles contract around him with the strength of his release. He can only manage a few more desperate thrusts before he buries himself as far as he can, and lets go with a deep moan.
They remain connected like that for a moment, heaving chests glued together, as they both try to regain control of their bodies.
Eventually they do, and Shu Luan pulls out with a hiss, a pearly string of white connecting him to Ling Yan still.
"A sight more beautiful than the suspended Kunlun waterfalls." He trails his fingers over the soft opening, dipping them into the leaking come.
Ling Yan lets out a sharp laugh, and tries to hit him over the head with his calf. "You only say that because you're like a dog marking his territory."
That offends Shu Luan, who frowns. "No, I really think it's beautiful."
Ling Yan laughs again, and wraps his finger tips around Shu Luan's hair. "Why did I have to fall in love with Heavens' biggest idiot?"
Shu Luan smiles and brings Ling Yan's fingertips to his lips. "Because this idiot is only an idiot for you."
They roll around on the soiled bed, laughing and clinging to each other. Neither they, nor Wu Yun, are aware of the figure that watches them from outside, hidden from view by the red curtains.
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Wu Yun wakes up in a panic, his heart racing. An overwhelming sense of dread washes over him, and he's unable to pin down its cause.
That is until he sits up on the silky sheets and notices Lan Tian, on the other side of the room, looking at him with downcast eyes.
The apple of Lan Tian's throat bobs as if he's trying to swallow around something bitter.
His amber eyes are cold when he raises his chin and asks, "Who is Shu Luan?"
