Why are you so serious?

"Yanlin," Zhang Wang pulled away, breathless. Before he had known it, his back was against rough tree bark and Yu Yanlin's hands her were upon his waste, grasping for purchase. He sighed into the feeling, neck arched back to allow the demon king the expanse of his throat. Zhang Wang felt sharp canines against delicate skin and he shuddered, hands crawling into Yu Yanlin's scalp.

His blood rushed through his body, turning Zhang Wang's mind into sludge. He couldn't think and was grasping onto the last vestige of reason that threatened to flee entirely. 

"Wait," Zhang Wang said, pushing Yu Yanlin weakly. "Wait a moment, would you?"

Reluctantly, the demon king separated himself from the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms. "Yes? I'm sorry." What he was apologizing for was something beyond Zhang Wang's lust muddled mind.

The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms shook his head, forcing reason to return. "Aren't you going to tell me what you wanted to earlier?"