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Putting Xie Lian down on the straw mat, Hua Cheng got on top of him, between his legs. Watching the beautiful man above looming over him with such a loving look, Xie Lian couldn't help but pull him closer for a kiss. While their tongues interlocked, Hua Cheng started stripping, taking off everything that held him back from more contact with his dear crown prince. Since he was showing his body to Xie Lian for the first time, Hua Cheng felt a bit hesitant, and Xie Lian noticed it in his movements. His clothes came off way slower than Xie Lian's, as if he were insecure. Or rather, he was insecure. Xie Lian still remembered the first time Hua Cheng showed him his true form, and, before that, even asking what he would do if his true appearance were "disfigured" and "horrible". But after Xie Lian complimented his looks, he thought Hua Cheng no longer felt that way, so he let it go. But now, seeing his beloved ghost king being uncertain of his own body, Xie Lian definitely couldn't let those thoughts fester either.
Pulling away from their fevered kiss, the crown prince moved his hand over the ghost king’s body, his fingers tracing over the toned lines of the muscles. He felt Hua Cheng stiffen a bit, as if he was unsure of what to do. “Do you like it, Your Highness?” The voice above asked. Xie Lian looked up at him with his most sincere expression and said, “Yes, San Lang, I like it a lot.” Seeing his beloved relax again, Xie Lian pulled him in for another kiss. As Hua Cheng’s tongue entered his mouth, he suddenly felt something poking against his butthole. “What is San Lang doing?!” He thought, as his eyes widened. But before he could free his lips and ask, the thing had already entered Xie Lian, who broke their kiss with a yelp. Grabbing hold of Hua Cheng’s arms, Xie Lian started stuttering. “San Lang, w-what are you doing? Why are you putting that inside of me...?” Although Xie Lian could’ve guessed what was coming, he still couldn’t place the feeling of Hua Cheng’s long, slender finger inside him very well. “Don’t be scared, gege, I’m just loosening you up.” Xie Lian looked down at the scene displayed in front of him, and then at the big, hard rod behind it.
He got even more nervous.
“A finger is one thing, but he wants to shove that thing inside of me? Is that even possible?!” Attempting to calm down, Xie Lian took a deep breath. “San Lang, let’s calm down and talk this out, okay? You’re planning to put that all inside of-” But before he could finish, Hua Cheng added another finger inside of Xie Lian and started moving. The once dignified crown prince first let out a gasp, and then a moan when the fingers inside him went even deeper. There was a lingering pain that he had never experienced before, but also a sense of pleasure that came along with it. But after another few pumps, the pain was gone, leaving only pleasure behind. More unsophisticated sounds came out of Xie Lian’s mouth, feeding the festering desire in the ghost king’s heart.
Seeing his one and only god lying before him, moaning and shivering with two of his fingers buried deep inside his ass, Hua Cheng really wanted to shove his dick inside him this very moment. If it wasn’t for his 800 years of practice in self-restraint and the worry of hurting his beloved, he would’ve long been thrusting deep inside of him. Hua Cheng added another finger to the already full hole and heard Xie Lian cry out again. Reaching even deeper, he felt the beginning of a thing that felt like the shape of a big walnut, and immediately knew what it was when Xie Lian let out a loud moan.
“Do you like this spot, Your Highness?” Hua Cheng asked with a wide grin. Xie Lian, whose mind was a jumbled mess of the slight pain of the stretch and the wonderful pleasure, could only let out a shaky “yes”. The ghost king took full advantage of it, reaching that spot with every thrust of his fingers and sometimes massaging it in between. Xie Lian's soft moans turned louder with every wave of pleasure as his prostate got attacked and abused by Hua Cheng. Shortly after, he could feel the familiar feeling coming. But just before he could go over the edge, Hua Cheng pulled his fingers out. “San Lang!” Xie Lian whined as the feeling of pleasure ebbed away. The other man definitely knew what he was doing, but he didn’t feel an ounce of regret. Instead, he grinned while feeling fairly proud of his timing in pulling out so well. His hand grabbed hold of Xie Lian’s, while he positioned himself along the now loose entrance.
“Your Highness, I’m going to enter now, okay? Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.”
And with that, the first few centimeters went in, along with a sound of the blissed-out Xie Lian. Hua Cheng’s tip was already bigger than the three fingers that spread him out, and he felt the pain that was in the beginning was there again. “San- ah, San Lang...” Xie Lian cried out with a pained expression. From all the things he’d suffered, nothing had felt like this. It hurt, but it was so addictive. After the tip went in, Hua Cheng waited for a bit, looking at Xie Lian, who was squeezing his hand. Hua Cheng dropped a kiss on his forehead to soothe him. “You’re doing really well, gege. I’m going to move now.” He whispered in his ear. Xie Lian nodded slightly, and with that, the ghost king went even deeper, until half his cock got buried inside Xie Lian.
The crown prince whimpered and opened his teary eyes, while his free hand reached for Hua Cheng’s, searching for some more support. The ghost king, of course, complied. Holding both of Xie Lian’s hands, he whispered some more words of encouragement, kissed his tears away, and finally started moving. He pulled out a bit and went in again. The movements were turning into a rhythm, and incoherent sounds were coming from Xie Lian, who was getting filled up with every thrust.
“W-wait, San Lang ah, go a bit slower,” Xie Lian said with a shaky voice. The feeling of being stretched and pumped was nothing like he ever imagined (not as if he’d ever imagined it), but the best way to describe it was the feeling of being stuffed up completely. He could feel every vein on Hua Cheng’s rod, hitting that wonderful spot that sent sparks throughout his whole body. The ghost king went even deeper, now brushing over the good spot instead of hitting it, earning another cry from Xie Lian. The feeling of ecstasy kept rising with every shove of Hua Cheng’s dick inside him, and he knew that the ghost king was close as his thrusts were getting wilder and more aggressive. And, not long after. Hua Cheng gave one last thrust before groaning and coming inside of Xie Lian. His movements turned slower, riding out the aftertaste of his orgasm. Xie Lian came too at that last thrust, his white bodily fluids spreading all over his stomach, making it sticky.
“Are you okay, Your Highness?” Hua Cheng asked gently. He let go of one of Xie Lian’s hands to wipe the tears from the crown prince’s face. Although it didn’t really hurt Xie Lian, the beginning was still quite overwhelming, and the tears couldn’t help but fall. “Yes, I think...” Xie Lian’s voice had gotten a bit hoarse after all the noise he made. He grabbed Hua Cheng by his shoulders and pulled himself up. While moving, he could feel something warm trickling down his thighs. Of course, he knew what it was, but he still couldn't help himself from being embarrassed and covering his face. Hua Cheng showed no such reaction and actually found it quite cute of Xie Lian. “Won't you spare me a look, Your Highness? There’s no need to act shy now,” he said while moving his hips. Xie Lian let out a small groan and shot Hua Cheng an accusing look. “He still wants to go on? I wouldn’t be able to walk if we went again, probably. How can he even still go on?!” Thinking this, Xie Lian felt a bit nervous. His waist was already a bit sore, and never mind his ass, which felt like it had just gotten a beating. But, Hua Cheng, being the sly fox he always was, pretended he didn’t see that look he was given, and hoisted Xie Lian onto his lap while changing into a sitting position. The cock that slipped out for a half got shoved right back in, leading to another cry from the crown prince. “San Lang, h-how about we stop here for today-!” Hua Cheng cut him off with another sharp thrust and a smile. “We still have a long night ahead of us, Your Highness.”