Fulfilling a Fantasy

It was another pleasant day in the heavenly realm, the cloudless skies stretching overhead, a vast expanse of endless blue.

In the Feng residence, Qinghe was soundlessly walking over from the mint patch in the backyard, brushing off the dirt on his fingers that he'd gotten while attending to the mint plants in his mother's temporary absence. He made directly for the back porch of the residence and reached the Wei Xiang who was waiting there for him with a damp cloth at the ready.

"How was it? Was everything alright?" Wei Xiang asked his lover while carefully wiping his hands.

Qinghe smiled cheerfully and nodded, "Yes, the worms were healthy and we seemed to have gotten a new breed of beetle to join the family of six I spotted the last time. Its carapace has a strange greenish-purple sheen. I suppose I should look in the library to learn more about it."

Wei Xiang's lips twitched. "Love, did you forget that you were supposed to be looking after the plants, not taking care of and playing with the insects."

Qinghe looked at him blankly, then blinked. "Oh, yes…of course I remember. The plants were…fine, I think?"

Chuffing out a laugh, Wei Xiang shook his head. "I'll take a look at them later then, just to make sure. You know how mother-in-law gets when one of her precious plants wilts."

Rolling his eyes at the memory of his mother's dramatic wailing that had ensued when one of her mint plants had withered away, Qinghe spoke, "She made such a fuss, you'd think it was her own child that died. Actually, I'm not sure she'd be that shaken even if I did die."

"Let's not joke about that," Wei Xiang said, then stood up. Putting away the used cloth to take care of later, he motioned Qinghe inside. "Love, I want to talk about something. Let's go into the bedroom for that, shall we?"

His eyes brightening, Qinghe trailed behind Wei Xiang as they headed towards his room. "Xiang, what are you planning? Is it something fun?"

Looking at the excitement and interest glittering in his little lover's eyes, Wei Xiang chuckled affectionately. Reaching out to pinch Qinghe's cheek, he teased, "Well, aren't you adorably excited. And here I thought you'd have gotten bored of doing it every day already."

Qinghe pulled away those obnoxious fingers with a pout. "Does it mean that whatever you want to 'talk' to me about in the bedroom isn't fun?"

Relenting, Wei Xiang pulled his beloved close and admitted in a low voice, "It's definitely something fun. Or at least, it can lead us in that direction."

Curiosity burned within Qinghe, but he tamped it down and decided to go along.

Soon, they reached the bedroom, entered it, and closed the door. Qinghe decided to sit cross-legged on the bed as usual while Wei Xiang carried over a chair to the bedside.

In an inquisitive voice, Qinghe asked, "What did you want to talk about?"

Sitting on the chair comfortably and resting back, Wei Xiang intertwined his fingers and spoke, "Qinghe, do you remember that book you were reading with your friends a few days ago in your room in the sect?"

A faint pink suffused Qinghe's cheeks as he nodded. His eyes darkening at the recollection of pleasant memories, he replied, "Yes, and I also remember how we both looked it over and all the things we did after that."

Wei Xiang smiled, his gaze turning heated. "Hmm, yes, we did take some mild inspiration for your book that day… Was it fun for you?"

Qinghe nodded without hesitation.

"Then…do you want to take it further? Do you want to implement something more intense from that book?" Wei Xiang asked, his gaze focused on his little lover's expression.

Qinghe tilted his head in thought. Did he really want to do those…extreme things with his Xiang? Even if it was with his trustworthy lover, there were still some things in that book that made Qinghe feel only indifferent or even uncomfortable.

In an uncertain tone, Qinghe asked, "Xiang, what about you? Is there something you want to try?"

Wei Xiang smiled softly and shook his head. "Love, this isn't about me now. I want to see what you want independent of my interference. If what you choose doesn't do it for me, then I will say so, so don't worry."

Qinghe bit his lower lip, then nodded. "O-Okay then, we can try it out, I suppose?"

His expression turning warm, Wei Xiang comforted his nervous beloved, "It's alright even if you don't want to. I think our sex life is perfect as it is too. But even if you're really okay with it, we don't have to rush into it, and you also don't have to choose anything you're not absolutely and completely comfortable with. It's your decision, and you can opt to use only the ones that you're really curious about or the things you feel most aroused when thinking about."

The tenseness in Qinghe's posture and expression eased with relief. As always, his lover reassured and made him feel at ease about the situations he was most anxious and unfamiliar about facing.

Giving a nod, Qinghe smiled cheerfully at Wei Xiang and asked, "Then can I choose only one option to try from that book or can we use more?"

With a chuckle, Wei Xiang replied, "It depends on however many you want to use in your fantasy, love."

Qinghe's eyes widened. Ah, yes, he'd wanted to make a sexual fantasy of his own! His eyes narrowing into slits, Qinghe contemplated on his options. He supposed he should use roleplay? And maybe he should create a scenario where his lover would be in a position of power over him too…

Watching his beloved deep in thought, Wei Xiang's smile turned amused. "Qinghe, would you like to write down your idea in detail? It can be an exercise in learning to express your own desires. You can also revisit it in the future and read it over if you want to."

Blinking his eyes open, Qinghe nodded.

Receiving an empty book, an inkstone, and an already inked brush from Wei Xiang, Qinghe got busy with carefully detailing what he wanted. Every time he finished writing on a page, he'd use his wind to quickly dry it off before turning to the next one without delay. Every now and then, he'd go back and adjust something. As he kept writing, his expression constantly shifted between feverish focus and slight embarrassment.

Suddenly feeling bashful while writing down a certain segment of his fantasy, Qinghe puffed up his cheeks and looked up at Wei Xiang with a reddened face. "X-Xiang, turn away for a bit."

Wei Xiang raised an eyebrow, but still obediently stood up from the chair and walked over to look out one of the windows. "Is this alright, my shy little lover?"

Qinghe huffed and grumbled, "It's only because I'm not used to this yet. Otherwise you bet I'd be talking dirty to you by now."

Wei Xiang burst into chuckles, but refrained from commenting.

A few more minutes later, Qinghe finally let out a breath and closed the book. His face was redder than before. Clearing his throat, he got up from the bed and walked up to Wei Xiang, solemnly presenting him with the book. "H-here's what I want us to do. Tell me if you're…okay with it."

Feeling intensely curious, Wei Xiang received the book and opened the first page. His eyebrows flew up as a smug smirk claimed his lips. "Oh my, I didn't realize my little lover had such a fetish."

Qinghe's embarrassment increased at the teasing, but he still quietly waited with blazing cheeks. Knowing what all he wrote in there… Qinghe didn't know what his Xiang would think of him now.

Meanwhile, Wei Xiang was carefully absorbing every detail his beloved had planned, relishing the images it evoked. Finally, he reached the end and saw a little note written there. In it, Qinghe said: 'In the middle of all this, if I ever get too overwhelmed to keep to our roles, I want you to correct me and continue with the roleplay, if it's alright with you.'

Wei Xiang's eye darkened with desire. Oh, he would enjoy this.

"X-Xiang? Is it…okay?" Qinghe asked hesitantly. He still felt too strange about some of the things he'd written into his fantasy.

Looking at his little lover's flushed face, Wei Xiang smiled and nodded. "Yes, this will do quite well. And love, don't be embarrassed about it. I've seen far more debauchery than this in my lifetime, so I don't really mind."

Qinghe's eyes widened, but he still felt his calm starting to return at the reassurance. "Then…what do we do now that we've decided to do this? Do we play our roles now itself? Do we…need to do any preparations?"

Wei Xiang patted Qinghe on the shoulder. "This might need a little prep work, but don't worry, I'll take care of it. For now, let's descend to the mortal realm and secure a place to carry out your fantasy."

And so, the couple headed towards the transportation array.

...

After leaving Qinghe outside the Order headquarters to chat with his lieutenants, Wei Xiang alone entered the bare black room that held the transformation array that the Sentinels used to access the underground prison. Standing guard at the four corners of the room, seeming to blend into the shadows, were four stony-faced, black-clad Sentinels.

Seeing Wei Xiang approaching him, the Sentinel in charge of security for this room, who was also responsible for overseeing the underground prison, stepped forward. Bowing with the utmost respect, the Sentinel offered a salute, "Senior Officer Wei."

Wei Xiang nodded. Then swiftly setting up a sound barrier by flicking up a high-grade sound dampening talisman, he spoke, "Officer Bing, I have a matter I need your help with."

Officer Bing's eyebrows crinkled with worry. This senior officer of theirs was particularly known to be someone very good at what he did, so why would he need his help with anything? Trying to keep the concern out of his voice, Officer Bing replied, "Yes, of course. How may I assist you?"

With a straight expression and a serious voice, Wei Xiang answered, "I would like your help in reserving a room for a couple of hours."

"…" Officer Bing stared at Wei Xiang blankly, then finally managed to open his mouth enough to say, "Senior Officer Wei, shouldn't you perhaps direct this request towards the officer in charge of the room arrangements for the Sentinel compound?" Letting out a nervous laugh, he continued, "By asking me, the person in charge of the underground prison, it sounds like you actually want to reserve a prison cell instead."

Wei Xiang waved a hand and spoke casually, "That is exactly what I meant. I wish to reserve a prison cell for a couple of hours."

Officer Bing's eyes widened before something occurred to him. "Oh, does Senior Officer Wei mean an interrogation room? Otherwise it wouldn't make sense." Chuckling, he added, "After all, which criminal would you inter in a prison cell for just a few hours?"

"A very lovable one," Wei Xiang unexpectedly answered. "You don't need to know more than that. I know exactly what I meant, so arrange a prison cell like I asked."

Though Officer Bing was confused at first, realization suddenly struck him, spreading an embarrassed flush over his face. "A-Ah…so it's, ehem, so it's like that. That's certainly a…very unexpected request, but yes, since this request poses no security risk to the facility, I'll reserve one for Officer Wei and your lov― uh, I mean…your criminal."

Wei Xiang showed a satisfied smile. "Good, I'll leave you to arrange it then. I hope you won't keep us waiting for long."

Officer Bing quickly nodded before heading off to the underground prison to check the empty cells and deal with any necessary procedures to authenticate Wei Xiang's access to one of them.

In less than fifteen minutes, Officer Bing came to report to Wei Xiang and gave him the cell number of the prison cell temporarily set aside for his use. Not willing to wait for long, Wei Xiang fetched Qinghe and used the transportation array to enter the underground prison.

...

"Are you sure it isn't a problem for us to use one of the cells for something like…that?" Qinghe asked disbelievingly as he and Wei Xiang walked through the corridors of the underground prison.

Wei Xiang shrugged. "Yes, why would there be a problem? We won't release any prisoners, cause trouble, or interfere with the prison's workings, so I don't see any issue with us using a cell here for a few hours. Love, you don't have to feel guilty about this at all."

Qinghe nodded, feeling strangely jittery and nervous. He was used to being intimate with his Xiang, but doing it in a situation according to this sort of fantasy was still new and unnerving for him.

Wei Xiang leaned over and placed a small kiss on his little lover's head, startling him out of his thoughts. "Qinghe, our focus in doing this is to try something new and see if it is fun. If you ever feel like you're not having fun or even if you're just uncomfortable, you know that you can ask and we'll immediately stop, yes?"

Qinghe slowly nodded, his nervousness abating somewhat. Reaching over, Qinghe intertwined his fingers with his lover's, and the rest of his anxiety immediately receded as well. The warmth of his lover's palm and this small physical connection to his beloved Xiang steadied Qinghe's nerves like nothing else.

Soon, they reached the cell set aside for them and stepped inside. Wei Xiang turned to firmly lock the solid steel door of the cell behind him to prevent being disturbed. Though some prison cells had bars, there were a few with just a door as well, without as many precautions and meant for non-dangerous mortal prisoners who were bereft of any spiritual energy in their bodies. And so, there was nothing in this cell to dampen or restrict spiritual flow as well.

The cell was windowless, scrupulously neat, and small, it's solid grey walls without seams or bumps. Attached to the wall directly opposite to the thick steel door was a long and narrow bench that could be used for sitting or lying down. Dangling from the wall above the bench were a pair of clean manacles, and hanging from under the bench were two more sets of shackles.

Wei Xiang spoke with amusement, "It seems like they left us some presents to play with."

Qinghe blushed and coughed. "While I appreciate their thoughtfulness, these restraints don't look very…comfortable."

Nodding, Wei Xiang retrieved another set from his spatial storage and set about replacing the solid steel shackles with them. "I thought it might be like this, so I already brought another set with me. It's lined with soft leather inside, so it should feel better."

With surprise on his face, Qinghe asked, "When did you have the chance to prepare this?"

Wei Xiang chuckled. "I didn't, actually. It was a gift from Mother-in-law. She said it might come in use and gave it to me a long time ago, and I've carried it in my spatial storage ever since."

Qinghe didn't even know what to say to this. His mother's foresight was too accurate.

Once Wei Xiang had finished replacing the shackles, he turned to Qinghe and smiled. "Love, if you're ready, you should remove your clothes, then come here to let me restrain you."

Qinghe swallowed thickly, his stomach fluttering with both anticipation and nervous excitement. Wei Xiang was already garbed in his full Sentinel uniform, which only left Qinghe to disrobe and be shackled like a real prisoner before they could start this roleplay.

With lightly trembling fingers, Qinghe slowly began undoing his clothes, first removing his belt, hair stick, and other accessories before moving on to take off the various layers of his robes. Though disrobing in front of his lover was nothing new, his Xiang's intent gaze combined with the unfamiliar environment made him feel more vulnerable than before.

Meanwhile, Wei Xiang watched with fascination at the movement of his beloved's slender fingers, the small signs of his nervousness, his dark lashes lowered over pink cheeks, long ebony hair hanging free and unbound down his back and over his shoulders, his posture staying straight even as layer after layer of fabric fell away to reveal more of his well-proportioned figure…

By the time Qinghe had completely undressed, Wei Xiang was fully aroused. Yet he suppressed his urges and decided to take this slowly, wanting to savor every moment. Stepping towards his naked lover, Wei Xiang carefully led him towards the bench with gentle hands and made him kneel on it facing the wall.

Settling on his knees, Qinghe licked his lips nervously and lifted his hands to let his Xiang fasten the cuffs of the restraints hanging from the wall around his wrists. He marveled at how the leather lining in these restrains truly was more comfortable than he had expected.

From behind him, Qinghe felt Wei Xiang pulling apart his legs and cooperatively widened them. With soft clicks, the cuffs of the two other restraints that were firmly attached to the underside of the bench closed around his ankles as well.

As he heard the clink of the chains every time he shifted or felt the weight of the restraints on his wrists and ankles, the nervousness in Qinghe's stomach grew along with the excitement.

Since he was facing the wall, Qinghe couldn't see what Wei Xiang was doing, but he could sense his lover walking back towards the door to collect the clothing and accessories Qinghe had left lying on the floor. He could hear his Xiang carefully folding the clothes before presumably putting them all away.

Once he was done, Wei Xiang leaned back against the door and admired the view. His gaze slid over the smooth stretch of skin on his beloved's back draped with shining black hair. He drank in the alluring sight of his little lover completely bare and kneeling on the bench. His beloved's restrained hands hung at eye-level while his legs were parted wide and fastened with more restraints so that he couldn't close them.

Wei Xiang's lust intensified, but not just because his lover was completely at his mercy to do with as he wished. What excited him even more was that his Qinghe had willingly chosen to put himself under his control, displaying his complete trust in him. On the flip side, Wei Xiang also understood that rather than gaining pleasure from being submissive to him, what Qinghe actually liked about this was the feeling of absolute trust and confidence in his lover that he felt despite being in such a vulnerable position. It was a trust Wei Xiang held very, very dear, and would do almost anything to protect.

Taking in a breath and letting it out silently, Wei Xiang let his lips curl up in anticipation, his eyes darkening with need. Straightening, he slowly walked towards his beloved, letting the footfalls of his boots make crisp sounds on the floor.

Qinghe heard his lover nearing him, each thud of Wei Xiang's boots like the measured thump of a heartbeat. As he sat there bound and helpless, all Qinghe could do was wait for Wei Xiang to reach him, the decreasing proximity between them sending currents of excitement through him.

Wei Xiang stopped right behind Qinghe, lifting a hand to trail his fingertips down his beloved's spine. Qinghe shuddered lightly and closed his eyes, his lips parting soundlessly.

Bending down, Wei Xiang spoke into Qinghe's ear, "It seems we have a new prisoner here for me to play with."

Qinghe struggled to suppress his reaction as Wei Xiang's warm breath fanned over the side of his face. His lover's voice was husky and oh-so-intimate as it brushed over his skin, kindling his desire and making his heart thump faster.

Turning his head slightly to look at as much of Wei Xiang's face as he could, Qinghe got into character and finally replied, "What game is Sentinel Wei going to play with me then? Will it be fun?"

Wei Xiang let out a deep chuckle and said playfully, "How cheeky. Is that how you talk to a law enforcement officer under whose charge you're currently in?"

Not waiting for his reply, Wei Xiang dragged his palms down over Qinghe's sides and to his front. Qinghe shuddered and exhaled a breath. Wei Xiang's hands continued to trace along the skin of Qinghe's stomach, then swept up to reach his chest and the stiffening points there.

"Hmm, what do we have here now?" Wei Xiang teased. "I'd better examine it thoroughly just to be sure."

Qinghe felt rough finger pads brushing the very tips of the sensitive nubs on his chest. As soft feathers of pleasure spread out at the stimulation, he tried to push his chest forward to wordlessly ask for more. But unobligingly, Wei Xiang's fingertips instead began circling around the erect little points without touching them at all.

Qinghe felt his breathing slowly deepen with increasing lust. His brows creasing, he tried to move his hands to guide his beloved's fingers, only to hear the sound of the straining chain. That's right, he was restrained. He couldn't move his hands or feet…

Qinghe made a low sound of helplessness and frustration. "Xi— no, Sentinel Wei…please... Stop teasing me…and touch me…more…"

Wei Xiang chuckled. "Oh? Does the little prisoner like this then?"

Saying so, he let his fingers rub over the perky buds, then pinched them between his thumb and index fingers. Qinghe exhaled a silent breath, his body unconsciously softening as more heat slowly flowed under his skin. Wei Xiang pulled and rolled the little nubs, exerting firm pressure while keeping his motions steady. Qinghe let out a helpless groan as he felt those familiar fingers keep up their ministrations skillfully. His lips quivered as he panted, his eyes growing dazed.

Then suddenly, Wei Xiang took back his hands and said in a light voice, "I see that the prisoner enjoys this very much. Maybe if you remain good, I'll let you have more."

Qinghe growled in frustration. "Xiang!"

Wei Xiang chuffed out a laugh. "What did you call me?"

After a moment of hesitation, Qinghe called more softly, "S-Sentinel Wei, please…"

Though he couldn't see Wei Xiang properly, Qinghe could feel him pressing closer behind him. He could feel the texture of his lover's Sentinel uniform and the roughness of the embroidery. He could feel the distinct push and poke of every weapon and piece of equipment under those robes as the Wei Xiang's clothed front rubbed against the bare skin of his back. Qinghe's breathing inexplicably sped up, his body tensing at the sensation.

His breath brushing over Qinghe's ear, Wei Xiang asked, "Let us hope that the prisoner did not forget how to address the officer watching over him. Why don't you call me again to prove that you haven't? Or I might be forced to punish you, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Qinghe let out a shuddering breath and called out again breathlessly, "…Sentinel Wei…"

Wei Xiang's hands circled over to Qinghe's front and began roving over his stomach and thighs as if in reward. In a husky whisper, Wei Xiang praised, "Good."

As a hot flush crept over his face and down his neck, Qinghe wondered at how, rather than putting distance between them, this sort of formal address sounded like a secret endearment instead. By using Wei Xiang's title in such a way, Qinghe felt as if he was somehow defiling its purity and righteousness, turning it into something wicked and licentious. And for some reason, it…aroused him even more.

Wei Xiang could clearly smell Qinghe's increased lust and smiled mischievously. His hands moved to touch the inside of Qinghe's thighs, slowly, ponderously dragging over the soft skin. He felt the taut muscles under his palm flexing and rolling restlessly.

Wei Xiang lightly pushed against his beloved's thighs and Qinghe obediently widened his legs even further. Wei Xiang's fingers slowly moved inwards until they reached the base of a certain stiff and straining organ, lightly skimming upward and over its surface. Qinghe let out a strangled moan, his body bowing. The dark strands of his hair slipped down to cover his face partially, hiding his overwrought expression.

"Does the prisoner like this too, then? How naughty," Wei Xian said, his hot breath and deep voice filling Qinghe's ear and making him tremble. He could almost feel his Xiang's playful smile and heated gaze directed towards him even without seeing his face, just like he could feel Wei Xiang's warmth completely surrounding him from the rear. Qinghe swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing restlessly.

As Wei Xiang continued to slowly play with and explore the erect member in his hands, Qinghe let out a stream of helpless gasps and groans, his voice low. His hand clenched in their restrains. The chains clinked and clanked as the muscles on Qinghe's arms and legs turned taut with strain.

Qinghe could feel his lover's palm dragging over his sensitive shaft, his fingertips teasing the slit on the head and spreading around the welling drops of warm liquid. He could feel those familiar hands toying with his aching balls and those slightly rough fingertips gently tracing along the veins on the underside of his member. Every one of those touches sent boiling heat into his bloodstream, flooding him with pleasure and increasing his need. But no matter how much urgency Qinghe felt, Wei Xiang's motions remained languorous and steady, not at all picking up speed like he wanted them to.

This was not enough, it was not even nearly enough. Qinghe wanted more, he wanted his Xiang to press his bare skin against his own and to drive his hard member into him. Qinghe wanted to touch and taste his lover, losing himself in his beloved's body as his lover lost himself in his. In his lust-addled state, Qinghe didn't even remember why he was restrained as he desperately pulled on those chains and spoke hoarsely through gritted teeth, "…P-please…nh …I want you…i-inside me."

Wei Xiang let out a smooth chuckle. Leaving one hand to keep tormenting Qinghe's shaft, he let the other palm slowly drift upwards, passing over the smooth stomach and midriff to stop at his chest. Wei Xiang's fingers languidly brushed and stroked that pair of sensitive nubs on his upper body until Qinghe cried out at the new deluge of stimulation.

Acutely feeling the pleasurable friction over his shaft, the trail of lingering heat left behind by his beloved's hand, and the sensation of those firm fingers pinching and pulling the buds on his chest, Qinghe felt his need pulsing more and more frantically. His voice rough, he begged unsteadily, "A-Ah! P-please… Xiang!"

Qinghe felt a pair of lips settle on his ears as they murmured in warning, "What did the prisoner just call me?"

Panting and whimpering as the desperate need to reach climax muddled his mind, Qinghe forced himself to think before finally correcting himself, "S-Sentinel Wei…I-I want you inside me…please…"

Wei Xiang felt his own lust increase along with a sense of amusement. He lightly nipped his beloved's ear, and with a rough growl underlying his voice, he spoke, "Oh? So you want to bribe a law enforcement officer with your body? Tsk, tsk. Now I'll have to add to your punishment for this offense. But first, let me reward you for knowing your mistake and correcting yourself."

Feeling Wei Xiang's hand suddenly increasing its force and tempo on his member, Qinghe arched back and cried out, his voice cracking. Wei Xiang's other hand let go of the swollen nubs on his chest and wrapped around Qinghe to hold him close, letting his shuddering back press firmly against Wei Xiang's front. Bowing his head, Wei Xiang traced the side of his beloved's neck, over the tense muscles and taut skin, then slowly slid his lips over the rigid line of Qinghe's shoulder.

"Ahh! X-Xiang!" Qinghe whimpered, his voice strained.

Wei Xiang lightly bit the smooth shoulder under his mouth, then sucked strongly on it. As Qinghe hissed at the warmth and sting spreading from the little bite, Wei Xiang prodded wickedly, "What did you call me?"

Qinghe was panting, his chest heaving hot breaths as his brows were furrowed over eyes squeezed closed. His lips opened tremblingly as he tried to answer, "…S-Sentinel…W-Wei…"

Wei Xiang murmured in pleasure, "Good. And you better not forget it again."

Before Qinghe could reply, he felt his entire body stiffen as the rapid motions of his beloved's hand on his member finally forced him over the peak. Blistering heat and all-consuming pleasure suddenly shot through his veins as white liquid spurted out of his shaft in thick streams, flowing over Wei Xiang's still-pumping hand and painting the wall in front of him with the translucent fluid.

As soft and helpless sounds slipped out of Qinghe's gasping mouth, Wei Xiang carefully supported him by letting him lean against his body, his other hand smoothing up and down his beloved's arm comfortingly. Roleplay or not, he would always give his beloved his care and affection when he needed it.

By the time the tides of pleasure receded, Qinghe's body had gone soft and pliant, utterly spent. He laid limply in Wei Xiang's arms, slowly regaining his breath until he could support himself again.

Wei Xiang gave his beloved a small peck on his cheek and let him go before leaning back. His voice held traces of anticipation as he said, "Now that the prisoner has been suitably rewarded, it's time for him to be punished, don't you think?"

Qinghe's eyes widened. Were they not done with the roleplay yet? Wait, if he remembered right, there was still one more thing remaining…

Seeing his lover's face redden as he realized where this was going, Wei Xiang showed a satisfied smile. But just as he prepared to shift into his half-beast form as Qinghe had specifically asked for in his fantasy, Wei Xiang's expression changed. This…was definitely not good. After pushing it back all this while, it seemed that if he let out his beast instincts now…

Quickly hiding away his discomposed thoughts before they could alert Qinghe, Wei Xiang instead bent forward to ask his beloved, "How about I let the prisoner choose his punishment for himself?"

Qinghe felt confused. Hadn't they decided that Wei Xiang would take him in his half-beast form? Was there some reason his lover didn't want to do that? Was he still afraid that he would hurt him because of the half-beast form's dual members? Or was there some other worrying reason?

Sensing his concern, Wei Xiang extended a palm to stroke up and down Qinghe's bare back. Then slowly, Wei Xiang guided his hand to dip down between his beloved's firm buttocks, rubbing his fingertips against Qinghe's entrance and successfully redirecting his lover's attention for now. And though Qinghe had just been sated, as if conditioned to respond to Wei Xiang's touch, his body immediately began heating up once again, languid lust flowing through him in molten streams.

While his fingertips were brushing lightly over Qinghe's opening, Wei Xiang thought back to the time when he and his little lover had been going through that book. He specifically remembered how Qinghe had shown marked interest and shy disbelief at the drawing on a certain page. And then there were a few pages regarding usage of toys that he had asked about too. Hmm, maybe they could try one of those things…

The corners of his lips raising up, Wei Xiang finally spoke in a soft voice, "Here are the options I will kindly present: The prisoner can either decide to accept a certain large object pushed inside you to block this particular orifice, or you can choose to subject yourself to a thorough cavity check. Whatever you decide, I can make sure that even if you smuggled anything into the cell within your body, access to it would either be blocked to you or I will be able to directly find it. Since as a cultivator you will not need to use this particular opening for anything, I suppose it won't be a problem either way. So, which option does the prisoner choose?"

Qinghe had to force down the rush of mortification he felt at those words before taking a few minutes to think it over. Then with a hesitant expression, he swallowed thickly and opened his mouth, "I…I don't want an inanimate object to touch me like that. I only want you to ever touch me so intimately."

Wei Xiang's eyes warmed. "Then the second option it will be then."

Qinghe licked his lips and asked warily, "W-What does this second option mean? You… What does Sentinel Wei plan to do to me?" Qinghe could more or less guess, but he still needed to be sure.

With a grin in his voice, Wei Xiang lightly pressed his finger harder on Qinghe's entrance and explained, "Since prisoners might hide forbidden things within this place to take out and use later, it is prudent that we check inside, isn't it?"

Qinghe's face flushed a deeper red as realization struck him. So such a thing was also possible… Now he understood the weird and embarrassed expressions those Sentinels had shown that time before when Qinghe had suggested that he could hide things in this body. If this was what they thought he meant, then no wonder they looked so shocked!

Meanwhile, seeing that his beloved was not objecting, Wei Xiang cheerfully teased, "However, it might get a bit difficult to check what you might have inside you this way. In fact, I might even have to put my entire hand into you just to make sure."

Qinghe lowered his head to hide his blush. "I-If Sentinel Wei thinks it's necessary, th-then…I won't resist."

Wei Xiang's eyes grew half-lidded, his gaze deepening. Oh, how his beloved tempted him so.

Removing his finger from where it was still pushing against Qinghe's entrance, Wei Xiang retrieved a bottle of oil from his storage space and poured some over his hand. Making sure that all his fingers were generously covered with the slippery liquid, he reached out towards his lover's bottom again.

Qinghe felt Wei Xiang's familiar touch on his entrance, then a warm and slick digit slowly pressing into him. As Qinghe tried to relax his inner muscles as much as he could, he felt that finger pushing in deeper steadily. Qinghe unconsciously arched backward as if wanting to take the whole digit into him at once. But with a hand on his hip, Wei Xiang forced him to stay still so that they could go slower, unheeding of any sounds of frustration Qinghe let out.

In a familiar ritual, Wei Xiang gradually increased the number of fingers to two, then three, slowly sliding them in and out of his lover's slickened and gradually expanding passage. Qinghe's breathing grew deeper and deeper, his desire fanned higher and higher once again as he felt those powerful fingers push in and out in an unhurried rhythm, dragging over his sensitive inner walls while maintaining a steady pressure. His entire attention was focused on those fingers inside him, their size, shape, and feel, their careful yet firm touch, the way they rubbed and pressed against the walls of his passage, the measured friction sending liquid desire to spread up from the base of his spine, drenching him in insistent lust.

Qinghe's wrists and ankles were still in their restraints, clinking faintly as the muscles in his limbs bulged with the strain of staying still. Qinghe's closed fists and the top of his bowed head were pressed against the wall in front of him while his jaws clamped tightly shut as if to trap the sounds trying to escape his throat.

A few moments later, when Wei Xiang deemed that his beloved's moistened channel had widened enough, he added in another digit, slowly forcing four fingers deep into the tight entrance. Qinghe bent his body further with a gritted out groan, trying to accommodate the additional digit thrusting into him. The added girth filling up his passage, moving and sliding inside him, was almost too much to bear, and yet he knew that it would only get more intense after this.

And indeed, a few more minutes later, Wei Xiang began pushing in his whole hand, holding all five fingers together as tightly as he could to minimize the width while keeping the fingers straight.

Despite himself, Qinghe cried out at the sensation of something that large pushing into him, forcing apart his inner walls and stretching his passage to the utmost limit. His body shuddering with strain, Qinghe opened his creaking jaws and whimpered due to the unbearable sensations. Though it wasn't unpleasant or painful due to all the prior preparations, the feeling of his entrance being forced open so much while his channel was filled with such a big intruder was too overwhelming for him to handle.

His fists clenching tighter, Qinghe let out a low moan. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body while he struggled to accept Wei Xiang's hand into him. However, despite Wei Xiang's efforts, after the tapering part of his fingers were done being pushed inside his beloved's passage, the increasing width of his hand made it more and more difficult to insert. As the shape of the hand being forced inside him widened, Qinghe's breathing also grew deeper and harsher, the trembling of his straining body increasing. Finally, as Wei Xiang's knuckles successfully slid inside him, Qinghe's body jerked once before he let out a drawn out moan. "A-Ah…too big…i-it's too big…p-please, I…I can't…"

Wei Xiang immediately halted all his movements and looped his free arm around Qinghe's stomach to pull him closer. Burying his face in the crook of his little lover's shoulder, he asked concernedly, "Is the prisoner unable to handle it then?"

Qinghe panted hard, his head still bowed, then slowly shook his head, "No, I-I can…take this… I j-just…" He bit his lower lip, not knowing what more to say.

His gaze softening, Wei Xiang easily surmised that his beloved wanted some time to get used to this sensation. Bending forward, Wei Xiang placed a small, affectionate kiss on Qinghe's jaw. He could still feel the tight and wet heat of his beloved's passage squeezing his half-inserted hand strongly, but chose to leave it be for now. Leaning back, Wei Xiang swept aside Qinghe's long stretch of hair and lowered his head.

Qinghe felt Wei Xiang's soft lips on the nape of his neck and shuddered. A helpless moan slipped out of his mouth, his taut body beginning to relax under such a familiar and loving touch. He felt that warm mouth slowly trailing downward along his spine, sucking and licking his sweat-dampened skin hungrily while Wei Xiang's arm held his body in place.

As his mouth slid lower and lower, Wei Xiang sank down to kneel on the floor so that his lips could continue its journey downward until he reached the base of Qinghe's spine. By now, the tightness of his lover's inner muscles around his hand had slowly subsided as Qinghe grew more relaxed. After giving his beloved's skin one last kiss, Wei Xiang began pushing his partially lodged hand deeper into Qinghe's entrance again.

"Ah!" Qinghe let out a cry at the sudden renewal of the invasion, but he still tried to part his legs even more as if in invitation, silently urging Wei Xiang on.

Looking down, Wei Xiang could see his hand being slowly swallowed into Qinghe's passage, sinking in deep to his wrist. He could feel the soft, slippery, and elastic inner muscles of his beloved clamping around his hand. Not wanting to hurt Qinghe, Wei Xiang tried to be as cautious as possible as he kept pressing in as much as he could, his hand bending and turning appropriately to keep squeezing through the delicate inner pathway of his lover's hot channel.

Meanwhile, Qinghe shifted and moved restlessly, his muscles rolling under his damp skin as clear droplets of sweat trailed down his body. Breathless gasps and throaty groans kept falling out of his lips as he tried to keep himself from tightening around his Xiang's hand. He could feel the entirety of Wei Xiang's hand moving inside him, exploring his innermost depths and dragging over his inner walls carefully and steadily.

After pushing his hand in as much as Qinghe's passage could take, Wei Xiang finally came to a stop. In a deep voice, he spoke playfully, "It's been confirmed that the prisoner doesn't have anything hidden inside him after all. What a good boy you are. Such lawfulness deserves a reward, don't you think?"

Qinghe could only let out a helpless moan in return. He could feel his stretched entrance twitching around his lover's muscled arm. He could feel his Xiang's hand buried deep inside his gut, shifting lightly and rubbing over the walls of his sensitive passage to send pulses of intense pleasure through him. So how could Wei Xiang expect him to reply in this situation?

As if realizing this, Wei Xiang let out a heated chuckle and slowly began withdrawing his hand, making sure not to pull too fast for fear of risking a prolapse. Qinghe let out a full body shudder and took deep breaths to regulate his body's response. But when Wei Xiang's hand finally slipped out of him completely, Qinghe felt an immense sense of loss and an aching emptiness within him.

Without Wei Xiang even noticing, one of his hands reached over to rest on Qinghe's belly, lightly rubbing it as if in reassurance. Holding Qinghe close again and letting the warmth of his beloved's naked body soak into his clothed front, Wei Xiang asked, "What reward does the little prisoner want me to give him for being so good till now?"

Qinghe took in a shuddering breath and let it out, basking in the comfort of being pressed so close to his Xiang. Opening his mouth, he finally answered, his voice taking on a soft and enticing lilt, "I feel so empty… I want Sentinel Wei to touch me and fill me up again until I don't feel empty anymore."

Feeling like his little lover's bewitching voice was brushing tenderly over his heart, Wei Xiang's hold on Qinghe tightened for a moment before he let go. With a chuckle, he replied, "If that's the reward you want, then how can I refuse?"

Qinghe's heart began beating faster. Did this mean that his Xiang had agreed?

Soon, he heard the sounds of layers of fabric shushing against each other as belts and robes were undone. Yet there was no sound of them falling, so Qinghe guessed that Wei Xiang must've merely pushed open the lapels of his Sentinel uniform and lowered his pants.

As he sensed the nearing heat of his Xiang's body, Qinghe felt need tightening within him. And as he finally felt a slice of Wei Xing's bare skin pressing against his back, Qinghe felt his whole body flush and melt against his lover.

Not wanting to keep his beloved waiting for long, Wei Xiang quickly slickened up his shaft with oil. Then holding his stiff and throbbing member with one hand, he guided it forward towards his lover's visibly moist entrance that showed a small gap due to being stretched so wide before. With his other hand, Wei Xiang held Qinghe's waist steady while the blunt tip of his shaft lightly nudged Qinghe's opening.

Meanwhile, Qinghe had carefully unclenched his hands and placed the palms flat on the wall in front of him before resting a cheek on it as well as if bracing himself. As the familiar shape of his Xiang's thick member slowly breached his entrance and slid inside him, Qinghe felt as if he was finally coming home. Letting out a long exhale, Qinghe let himself relax while being taken by the man he loved.

Holding him close, Wei Xiang kept pushing his member into a welcoming Qinghe until he was fully sheathed within his beloved's soft flesh. Finally joined together, the pair of lovers felt each other's blood pulsing where they were firmly connected below even as the thundering of their hearts vibrated through each other's closely pressed bodies.

Drowning in the sensual heat, Qinghe moaned softly and closed his quivering eyelids. He felt a pair of larger and warmer palms covering his own hands where they were pressed flat on the wall. A light kiss landed on the top of his head before Wei Xiang leaned back. After lightly patting Qinghe's hands in reassurance, Wei Xiang slid his palms down his beloved's arms, tracing over his shoulders and down his sides. Wei Xiang's eyes darkened at the feeling of supple skin and shifting muscles sliding under his hands.

As his palms finally rested on Qinghe's hips, Wei Xiang slowly drew back until the blunt tip of his member was on the verge of sliding out, then quickly thrust forward. His rigid length continued to slide in and out of the warm passage in quick strokes. Gaining speed, Wei Xiang pumped faster, letting out all his pent-up lust until now into his beloved's soft body, feeling that liquid heat wrapping around and caressing his member, stoking his need impossibly higher.

Letting out a groan, Qinghe began to move his own body in time to Wei Xiang's rhythm, squeezing his Xiang's hard shaft with his inner muscles and feeling the throbbing length swiftly dragging over his sensitized passage. As he kept moving his hips, faster and faster, Qinghe felt Wei Xiang's member suddenly stroking over a certain pleasurable point. Qinghe trembled, his whole body flushing as a sudden pulse of intense pleasure shot through him. Unrelentingly, Wei Xiang rubbed over that area again and again, making Qinghe lose all strength in his body as he screamed hoarsely.

Wei Xiang held his lover's straining body close as he drove into him with quick and powerful thrusts, the movements of his lower body frantic and frenzied even as he bent his head to place a string of gentle kisses on his beloved's smooth and sweaty shoulder. The scent of his Qinghe's body mixing with his desperate lust filled Wei Xiang's nose, the taste and texture of his beloved's sweaty skin all he could feel under his tongue, increasing his fervor even further.

As the pleasure built up more and more, Wei Xiang finally pitched over the edge, his release erupting into the slick and soft channel clenching around his pulsing organ. As he gritted teeth, Wei Xiang's chest rumbled with suppressed groans.

Feeling streams of scalding hot liquid shooting into him, spreading insistent warmth throughout his quivering passage, Qinghe shuddered as his own climax crashed over him. As he went over the peak and fell into an ocean of pleasure, Qinghe could only give in to the powerful waves of inexpressible ecstasy drenching his nerve endings, his body slumping forward powerlessly. His hands trembled against the wall they were pressed against, his toes curling tightly. White liquid once again spurted out of his shaft, spilling onto his belly and the wall in front. His lips parting, Qinghe breathed out, his voice raspy and sensual, "…Xiang…"

Holding his beloved tighter, Wei Xiang didn't correct him this time.

Slowly, the tides of pleasure receded, leaving them both spent. With their sweaty bodies pressed together, the couple lightly panted to recover their breath. They luxuriated in the peaceful afterglow of their orgasm, reveling in the warmth and press of their beloved's skin against theirs.

Qinghe still laid limp and boneless against Wei Xiang when he felt his lover moving and reaching forward. With a soft click, the cuff on Qinghe's left hand was undone. Rather than let his beloved's hand just fall down, Wei Xiang held it and carefully lowered it onto Qinghe's lap, then moved on to the other cuff, and then to the ones on his ankles. Slowly, all of Qinghe's restraints were removed.

After stretching his arms and cataloguing the soreness in various parts of his body, Qinghe turned around and suddenly pulled Wei Xiang close. Before Wei Xiang had the time to do more than place his arms around his little lover, he felt his head being pulled down as a pair of lips greedily sucked his own. Chuckling, Wei Xiang opened his mouth to reciprocate with similar eagerness.

Though their bodies were completely sated, Qinghe and Wei Xiang still felt aggrieved that they hadn't been able to kiss each other before. And so, with fervent urgency, they sucked and licked at each other's mouths as if trying to drink in their beloved's essence and swallow the other person into themselves. It was only several minutes later that the pair had finally gotten their fill of each other, reluctantly parting before their desire could raise its head again.

After resting their foreheads together for a few more minutes, they finally parted. Wei Xiang left Qinghe sitting on the bench and retrieved a tub willed with water. Since the underground prison didn't allow travel through the shadow realm, Wei Xiang had already prepared a few large copper tubs and put it away in his storage space beforehand.

Wei Xiang helped Qinghe into the tub, letting him wash up first while Wei Xiang set out to clean up all traces of their lovemaking. While soaking in the tub, Qinghe curiously saw his beloved retrieve a bottle of some liquid and pour it over the bench and the wall. Wherever this mysterious liquid touched the spill of their release, it bubbled up and turned to vapor, vanishing along with the white fluid and leaving nothing behind.

However, seeming to think that this wasn't enough, Wei Xiang took out a bucket of water and a rough washcloth, then began fervently scrubbing the wall where Qinghe had ejaculated twice before.

Looking at his lover's intent, almost feverish expression as he rubbed that patch of wall as if he had a personal vendetta against it, Qinghe cocked a brow and remarked, "Xiang, I didn't know you liked cleanliness this much."

Wei Xiang paused and replied while still glaring at the wall, "That's not it. I was just thinking that in the future, some filthy criminal might come and lean against this wall that might still have traces of my dear little lover's release…"

Narrowing his eyes and pressing his lips together in displeasure, Wei Xiang redoubled his efforts and scrubbed the wall until he removed a few layers off it.

Leaning into the rim of the tub, Qinghe chuckled at his beloved's unreasonableness with affectionate amusement. Sometimes, his Xiang was really too cute in the way he reacted.

After the poor wall was rubbed to Wei Xiang's satisfaction, he joined Qinghe in the tub and washed up as well before helping Qinghe draw out the release left in his passage. Putting the tub away, the pair of lovers quickly helped each other dress and comb their hair, making themselves presentable before they finally walked out of the prison cell.

However, as they began making their way towards the platform with the formation, Wei Xiang noticed that his little lover's gait was a bit stiff. In a worried voice, he asked, "Love, are you alright? Did we overdo it today? Does it hurt or feel bruised inside?"

Qinghe looked up at his beloved with a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. It's not that. I just…" Looking down with a cough, he continued, "I still feel a little week-kneed from our extended bout of passion just now, that's all."

Rather than feeling smug or self-satisfied, Wei Xiang frowned with concern. "Would you like to rest then? Or have some healing pills?"

Qinghe shook his head and leaned into Wei Xiang's side, his smile widening at the care in his lover's voice. Without a word, Wei Xiang let Qinghe support himself against his body and wrapped an arm around his beloved's waist to share his weight better.

Like this, the couple made their way to the formation and transported themselves outside. After greeting the Officer Bing who was still guarding over the black room, Qinghe and Wei Xiang headed towards the nearest transportation array in the Order that was linked to the one belonging to the Feng household in the heavenly realm and activated it.

...

Qinghe and Wei Xiang ambled along the broad pathway connecting the platform with the transportation array to the gates of the Feng residence. Bordering the path on either side was thick foliage and lush trees, their leaves a healthy green. As the mellow sunlight gently flowed down, it illuminated the world in a warm and cheery hue.

Letting the pleasant breeze brush over them, the pair of lovers walked leisurely, their hands entwined as the space between them was filled with a peaceful quiet.

Breaking the silence, Qinghe asked in a low voice, "Xiang, what happened today? Why didn't you use your half-beast form?"

The corner of Wei Xiang's eyes tightened. Of course his little lover wouldn't forget it so easily. He shouldn't have expected him to. Sighing, he replied, "I just didn't feel like it today. Why? Did my not using it disappoint you?"

Qinghe turned to look at his beloved, the light in his eyes calm and deep. "Xiang, if you really had a problem…then you'd share it with me, wouldn't you?"

Facing his little lover's intent gaze that seemed to be searching for an answer in his expression, Wei Xiang smiled. As he bent his head to place a kiss on Qinghe's forehead, Qinghe closed his eyes and scrunched his brows with worry. "…Xiang?"

Leaning back, Wei Xiang replied, "Love, some problems are mine alone to handle. You don't have to burden yourself will every little thing that bothers me."

Qinghe looked unconvinced. With determination firming his gaze, he finally said, "That's alright. No matter what's troubling you, if it really gets to the point that you can't handle it, then I will take care of it for you."

Wei Xiang opened his mouth, then closed it again. He felt both warm at his beloved's reassuringly confident statement and cold at the thought of what might happen if his control over himself slipped even a little. For now, he could only keep pushing away the inevitable for as long as possible.

Shaking his head, Wei Xiang decided to change the subject, "Let's leave that aside for now. Tell me, love, how did you like your first try at roleplaying?"

Qinghe cooperatively let the previous matter go and smiled. "I liked it. It was a lot of fun trying to play the roles according to a pre-prepared scenario. But I had a hard time sticking to my role and remembering to call you by your title. And here I thought I would be good at acting… It seems that all my skills at pretending vanish as soon as you touch me."

Wei Xiang chuffed out a laugh and buried his face in his little lover's neck. "There are no rules we have to follow except those that we make for ourselves. And as long as you had fun, I'd say it was a success."

Looping an arm around Wei Xiang's waist to pull him closer, Qinghe cheerfully nodded. "We should try it again sometime. Do you want to implement your fantasy or mine next?"

Wei Xiang hummed in thought for a few moments. Then with an anticipatory smile stretching his face, he answered, "How about we decide it by playing a fun little game?"

Tilting his head, Qinghe asked curiously, "What type of game?"

"A game called 'Hunter and Prey'." His smile widening, Wei Xiang began explaining, "We can play it in our family's forest right here. I'll chase you and try to capture you, you'll hide and try to evade me. If I find you, I win, and I'll decide what we do in bed. Or maybe I'll just do you right where I find you instead. But if I fail to find you within one hour or if you end up capturing me instead, you win, and you can decide how we make love next. Basically, the one who wins is the hunter, and he can do whatever he wants with his willing prey."

Qinghe laughed happily. "No matter who ends up being the hunter in the end, I feel that we would both end up winning, but the game itself also sounds like a lot of fun in itself."

Grinning, Wei Xiang said, "Yes. And the more we play, the more new things we can try afterwards. I wonder how long that book of yours can keep supplying us with ideas, love."

Qinghe pondered aloud, "Maybe I should go to the sect's library soon and ask Elder Ying for more books on this subject. Do you think the library would have more…advanced books?"

"Even if they don't, there are plenty of other libraries and collections you could try," Wei Xiang offered. "And love, there's no need to hurry about seeking out advanced books in that area. After all, we have all the time in the world to try different things together."

Qinghe smiled happily. That was indeed true. They had an eternity to explore each other, slowly, thoroughly, fully. There was no need to rush.

And so, chatting and chuckling about various things, the two lovers made their leisurely way back home.