Finding an end goal

Chi Cheng released a pleasurable huff of breath when the Grandmaster slipped out of him, his entrance gaping at the sudden loss. His own cock was still twitching from the aftermath of its climax.

"We're going to be late…" Chi Cheng sighed, resting his forehead against the Grandmaster's shoulder; overcome by a boneless sensation while sleep drew closer. "I can't move…"

"You don't have to worry about that, my pretty little ruby," Han Xuelian reassured, speaking in a hoarse and hot tone that washed over Chi Cheng like an intimate caress across his body. "I will wash you up and carry you."

Chi Cheng's main concern wasn't even the fact that rumours would spread and the Imperial Court masses would gossip if he was seen in the Grandmaster's arms on their way to the stables.