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Su Shiyu was breathing heavily. There’s fire running through his veins—a dormant sort of desire that had been awakened by the wine he drank earlier. He didn’t even dare to raise his eyes as Chu Mingyun pressed their foreheads together, faces so close that their breaths mingled with one another.
“Be good,” Chu Mingyun said. “It won’t be uncomfortable for much longer now.”
Su Shiyu felt that it all happened very quickly. His robes were parted and removed by deft hands, and then a pair of warm lips landed on his neck. Chu Mingyun kissed down along the line of his collarbone, his chest, abdomen, and even lower. Su Shiyu could only bite back the noises that threatened to escape him, reducing them to vague sighs as Chu Mingyun’s hands and lips made tingles all over his body.
Chu Mingyun’s kisses had always been potent in rendering him unable to think. In an already addled state of mind, they only intensified the heat coiling low within him. Yet, just as Chu Mingyun lingered at his crotch and was about to take him into his mouth, Su Shiyu suddenly regained clarity and sat up, stopping him with a palm over his lips.
Chu Mingyun made a questioning noise, eyes darting up to meet Su Shiyu’s misty ones.
“No,” Su Shiyu said resolutely. His face was all red, but he shook his head and panted between his words. “How can I… let you… do such a thing…?”
Expressionlessly, Chu Mingyun blinked, and then a smile emerged upon his countenance. He pushed Su Shiyu’s hand away and moved up on the bed to lean close to his face.
He nuzzled his nose against Su Shiyu’s cheek and laughed hoarsely into his ear. He said, “Since my eyes have been eagerly anticipating your presence, and since this sort of ‘friendliness’ is what you find ‘lovable,’ won’t you let me serve you… hm, Lord Su?”
Su Shiyu’s breath hitched. His eyes had gone unfocused, teeth gritted behind tightly pressed lips. Chu Mingyun could not resist leaning in to kiss them, the action irrefutably tender.
“Really, what are you worried about?” Chu Mingyun continued in a teasing lilt. “I’ve already confessed to you multiple times… My feelings are true. Just let me do this, alright?”
Su Shiyu looked at him silently.
Chu Mingyun huffed like a chuckle, and added seriously, “I want to.”
After a while, Su Shiyu laid back down and threw his arm over his eyes in defeat. “Do as you wish,” he said through gritted teeth.
Just like the first time, between the two of them, it had always been this way: Do as you wish. It’s alright with me.
Su Shiyu was not keen on the many ways and forms of sexual pleasure. He had always been very disciplined growing up, and yet he simply knew what Chu Mingyun meant to do and couldn’t bear the thought, out of shame and the feeling that someone like Chu Mingyun really shouldn’t do that for him.
But in the end, Su Shiyu was weak after all.
Chu Mingyun was all too pleased to see that Su Shiyu was willing to be obedient for him. He returned to the task at hand, kissing around Su Shiyu’s navel before mouthing at his erection, starting from the head.
A peck, then a lick. His wet tongue swiped over the tip, licking up beads of precum that had gathered. Su Shiyu watched him with lidded eyes, hissing, and he consciously had to stop his hips from jerking up. Chu Mingyun was dying to see how long he intended to restrain himself.
As Chu Mingyun took him in gradually, Su Shiyu began trembling. His entire body felt heavy and limp, wrung out by the aphrodisiac that colored his mind in thoughts of Chu Mingyun and Chu Mingyun alone.
Unsure of what to do with his hands, they ended up tangled in Chu Mingyun’s hair.
Chu Mingyun had long raven hair, bound in a ponytail which was messy now, having been ruffled in the scurry to the bedroom. The guan had already been taken off at some point, leaving only a short ribbon as a tie. Su Shiyu clenched his fingers around the ponytail which he grabbed onto like a lifeline as Chu Mingyun moved his head up and down.
Chu Mingyun was a quick learner. Just after a few moments, he could expertly use his mouth around Su Shiyu, making sure he felt all of it—the warmth, the wetness, the way he lapped at the shaft of his cock, alternating to suck and kiss the tip before plunging on the whole length back down.
It was an instance in which Su Shiyu pulled his hair a bit too hard. With his mouth occupied, Chu Mingyun made a guttural sound and Su Shiyu gasped at the vibration and sudden pleasure it brought.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. Except that his voice had gone so breathy, he wasn’t even sure if Chu Mingyun caught that. Not until Chu Mingyun slowed down to pull off from his cock—making a wet, obscene sound along with it—did he smile.
“Don’t be. I like it,” he said. His voice was coarse and low, but just loud enough for Su Shiyu to hear through the ringing in his ears as he was all dazed. “You can pull as hard as you want.”
With that, Chu Mingyun lowered his head and got back to work, motivated by Su Shiyu’s little moans and sighs, and the way he tugged at his hair, making his scalp tingle with pain.
Chu Mingyun swallowed him up, then pulled out to the tip, giving it more attention using the flat of his tongue. Chu Mingyun made sure to look up when he did so, and he would catch Su Shiyu looking back at him before shying away.
Su Shiyu thought that it was a maddening sight, and an even more maddening feeling.
He could only endure for so long. Su Shiyu opened his mouth and let out a few low gasps, but no words would come out. Chu Mingyun gazed at him and knew what he meant, so he made to suck harder, moving at an even faster pace.
It was like a shockwave ran through him. Su Shiyu moaned as he came—all into Chu Mingyun’s mouth. But he did not have the ability to think about anything right now. The buzzing in his ears mellowed into a hum when he released, which seemed to relieve him for a moment.
He panted softly, watching Chu Mingyun get up and lick his lips. He had completely swallowed his cum and savored it too.
“You…” Su Shiyu stared at him with a complicated emotion.
Before he could say more, Chu Mingyun pounced on him, covering Su Shiyu’s whole body with his own. Chu Mingyun then sighed deeply, tracing his fingertips along the shape of Su Shiyu’s face—his eyebrows, eyelids, nose, and lips. Chu Mingyun stared at him for a long time before leaning down to kiss him.
He pried Su Shiyu’s lips apart with his own. With his tongue pushing against his teeth, Chu Mingyun took in the soundless gasp Su Shiyu made as he ravaged his mouth entirely.
Some of his cum still lingered in Chu Mingyun’s mouth as they kissed, moving against each other in a desperate craze. Su Shiyu was too intoxicated by the kiss to care about his own taste, and by the scent of sandalwood that permeated the room as it wafted off of Chu Mingyun.
It was such a comforting scent. Even with a disoriented mind, Su Shiyu felt that there was no safer place in the world than the arms of his beloved, though it was these same arms that could easily end his life. When he held him, he simply wanted to drown.
Chu Mingyun suddenly pulled away. A string of saliva stretched out between their lips as he created some distance to look at Su Shiyu properly.
“Shiyu, did you miss me while I was gone the past few days?” Chu Mingyun asked.
Su Shiyu was still slightly dazed. He frowned, eyelashes fluttering to meet Chu Mingyun’s intent stare.
“I missed you very much. Did you miss me?” Chu Mingyun asked again, a smile forming in his eyes.
Su Shiyu looked at him. He wanted to say, Of course I did. I do. I miss you. I think of you all the time, and I want to see you a hundred times a day. But longing was a thorn lodged in his chest, a bone caught in his throat, and it pierced him from the inside out, leaving him unable to speak.
So instead of using words, he hugged Chu Mingyun and closed the distance, bringing them into another kiss. Not quite as intense, but just as passionate—it was a kiss so lingering that it was as if his heart would soon crawl up his throat and out his mouth, fighting just to convey how he felt for this man.
Amidst the entangling of breaths, Su Shiyu’s hand wandered up Chu Mingyun’s nape, ending up in his hair once more. He found the tie annoying now, so he pulled the ribbon off in a swift motion, allowing Chu Mingyun’s hair to cascade down his shoulders and back.
Chu Mingyun’s clothes were all messed up, but they remained on for the most part when he had sucked him off. As they kissed and embraced, Chu Mingyun pressed down on Su Shiyu’s body, allowing the latter to feel how hard he was underneath those robes. He ground his hips against Su Shiyu, which made him gasp breathlessly.
Su Shiyu tugged on Chu Mingyun’s collar, revealing inches of unmarred skin which he kissed. Chu Mingyun’s eyes darkened at that. He finally took off his clothes in a flurry of movements, and Su Shiyu settled on the bed as he took in the sight of Chu Mingyun’s body, reaching out to touch his shoulder.
Chu Mingyun huffed. “Shiyu, are you seducing me?”
“...I’m looking at you.” Su Shiyu’s cheeks were still hot and flushed, as were his ears, neck, and chest. Just some kissing and touching had gotten him all excited again. As Chu Mingyun glanced down at the evidence of arousal below, Su Shiyu looked away, embarrassed to death.
“What a potent drug,” Chu Mingyun remarked.
Su Shiyu felt that all sorts of evil ideas were brewing in his head, so he nudged him with a knee. He asked, “What are you thinking?”
“Nothing,” Chu Mingyun said. He leaned in again and pecked him on the corner of his lips, before caressing his cheek and whispering, “Be good now.”
Chu Mingyun moved down again, and Su Shiyu went into a daze until he heard the familiar sound of a wooden box opening.
He… had prepared even that.
Su Shiyu stole a glance at the box, and then at Chu Mingyun, who simply smiled at him. Though compared to his many malicious and scheming smiles, this one was pure, as if he was happy just for Su Shiyu’s gaze on him.
Su Shiyu swallowed. Had he been waiting for this?
How many times had Chu Mingyun waited for him before? Over the past few weeks, whenever Su Shiyu stepped into the house, how many times had Chu Mingyun been waiting for him just like today, sitting and anticipating his arrival—as if he had come home to him?
A fanciful thought crossed his mind then: Have you been longing for me too?
The rapid pounding of his heart drowned out all the sounds in the world. Su Shiyu drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes as if he could will himself into calm. But how could he find calm in the presence of his beloved? Chu Mingyun’s very own self was enough to set his pulse racing, his blood surging, and his desires aflame. No aphrodisiac needed.
At the same time, Chu Mingyun had placed himself between Su Shiyu’s legs, and his finger that had been coated in the ointment teased the rim of his hole. They had already gone through all this before, but Su Shiyu still found it difficult to bear.
He sighed as Chu Mingyun pushed a fingertip inside, slowly and surely down to the knuckle. Su Shiyu tensed slightly, but the stinging pain was numbed by the static in his brain as Chu Mingyun gently pressed his finger in and out while using his free hand to rub Su Shiyu’s waist in a soothing motion.
Once his body grew pliant to the intrusion, Chu Mingyun slid a second and then a third finger in, working him open patiently. In time, Su Shiyu had subconsciously started to thrust his hips to meet the languid movements, which Chu Mingyun found amusing.
“Shiyu, you’re so cute like this,” he said.
Su Shiyu was panting lightly. He furrowed his brows and bit his lip, as if refusing to give in to Chu Mingyun’s whims, even now.
Chu Mingyun chuckled. He touched this body of warm jade, stroking the side of his waist all the way down his ass and grabbing the flesh of his thigh. As he dragged his fingers in both fast and slow thrusts, he prodded at the deepest spot, the tight bundle of nerves he had committed to memory. He watched Su Shiyu shudder at the press and mindlessly said, “I want to make you come like this.”
“Nnh…” Su Shiyu whined helplessly. Chu Mingyun didn’t know if it was a response to him. He continued to finger him as he crawled up the bed until he was level with Su Shiyu. He leaned down to meet their lips in a brief and messy kiss, then made his way down Su Shiyu’s jaw to the delicate skin of his neck.
He had once thought about strangling him, wringing his throat until life slipped out of him. Now, all he wanted to do was kiss and bite over this expanse of skin so that he could mark his belonging.
Chu Mingyun pressed against his sweet spot whenever he thrust his fingers, and unbidden moans were drawn out of Su Shiyu’s mouth. Meanwhile, Chu Mingyun was creating bruises all over his neck, making Su Shiyu writhe with the clash of pain and pleasure coursing through his veins.
It didn’t take much to coax a second orgasm out of him. Su Shiyu’s mind was a mess as he lay with his head on the pillow, his vision unclear. But what Chu Mingyun saw was the masterpiece he made of Su Shiyu’s neck, littered with indents of his bite in varying shades of red.
Su Shiyu was his. He would make it so. These bruises were temporary, but if he could just dig deep enough into his skin, he could make an everlasting mark on his bones, his heart, his very life—
He wanted to possess and consume him whole.
Thinking of this, he grinned satisfactorily. Su Shiyu had come all over himself and the bedsheets, but Chu Mingyun was still largely untainted. He barely broke a sweat, and Su Shiyu had already finished twice.
To Chu Mingyun, seeing the calm and dignified Imperial Censor in this state, undone by him, is a pleasure by itself.
“Shiyu.” Chu Mingyun asked all of a sudden, “Do you like it when I praise you?”
Su Shiyu’s lips trembled, but he didn’t say a thing, seemingly worn out. Yet the dark, hazy look in his eyes had not yet dissipated.
“You were so pretty just now,” Chu Mingyun said with a little smirk. He pinched Su Shiyu’s chin with his clean hand, tilting his head up. “That look when you’re crazy with pleasure… I want to see it more.”
Maybe Su Shiyu really did go crazy. Just a few words were enough to bring him back to full hardness.
This drug was taxing on the body. While his mind demanded more, his waist and legs had started aching… and so had his neck.
Full of mischief, Chu Mingyun bit him and asked, “Do you still want me?”
Su Shiyu moved his legs, clamping them around Chu Mingyun’s waist. He whispered, “I want…”
“What do you need? Tell me,” he said gently. Then, half-serious, he added, “Call me husband.”
“Chu Mingyun,” Su Shiyu called indignantly. Despite being faced with Chu Mingyun’s mischievous and pestering behavior, Su Shiyu couldn’t find it in him to admonish him. His voice was exceedingly soft as he said, “Come- come inside. Quickly.”
“So eager?” Chu Mingyun smiled.
Su Shiyu no longer responded. He felt Chu Mingyun’s cock rub and nudge against his loosened hole before slipping in. Even with prep, the stretch was still overwhelming. Su Shiyu gripped the quilt as Chu Mingyun pushed in and, just like before, rubbed him soothingly all the way.
Su Shiyu’s eyes were shut tight and Chu Mingyun kissed the crease away from his brows. When he was fully sheathed inside, the head of his cock pressed against the deepest spot, and Su Shiyu moaned. “Ah…”
The drug had loosened most of the tension in his body, but the feeling of Chu Mingyun inside was one he had yet to become accustomed to.
Chu Mingyun kissed him, entangling their lips with deep feeling. “Be good… relax,” he coaxed.
He felt even bigger inside, hot and hard, but fit so snugly against him.
After taking a few moments to adjust, Su Shiyu was no longer uncomfortable, wrapping his arms around Chu Mingyun’s neck and bringing him into his embrace. It was also an invitation: Take me. Take all of me. Whatever you like.
Chu Mingyun was greedy. Of course he wanted all of him. As he began moving, he savored the feeling of Su Shiyu tightening around him when he penetrated deeply and sucking him in when he pulled out, like he never wanted him to leave.
Marshal Chu was a fierce lover just as he was a warrior. The bed moved with his ministrations, the bead curtain swaying with the rhythm of their passion. His lips mouthed worship all over Su Shiyu’s face, chin, and neck in kisses. “You feel so good, Shiyu… My Shiyu… Baobei...”
Su Shiyu tipped his head back in a low moan. He sighed with difficulty, “Stop it…”
All sorts of praises and unruly things were said by Chu Mingyun to coax him. But all Su Shiyu fixated on was the sensation of Chu Mingyun fucking him deep. Each thrust inside nearly had him arching his back from how far he reached.
“So cute. So pretty. So good for me.” Chu Mingyun pecked him with each word of praise, making Su Shiyu’s heart soar and his hole clench.
In his mind, he wanted to shut him up, so he pushed his fingers against Chu Mingyun’s lips, but in response, Chu Mingyun licked them and took them into his mouth. Su Shiyu gasped and pulled his hand away, and Chu Mingyun laughed. He caught that hand, intertwined their fingers, and pinned them to the bed.
Su Shiyu was so much more pliant under the drug’s influence, and louder too. He used to want to restrain himself from making noise, but now, it was like he couldn’t help it. With each roll of the hips, all sorts of sounds came out from him, and they were music to Chu Mingyun’s ears, goading him to keep going.
Su Shiyu’s eyes squinted in pleasure, never quite meeting Chu Mingyun’s gaze. But the way his lips opened and closed was so tempting, Chu Mingyun could not help but capture them into his mouth.
Beads of sweat gathered on Chu Mingyun’s temple as he exhaled heavily. He pushed even harder and went even faster. He wanted to quench his thirst on Su Shiyu’s scent, Su Shiyu’s taste, Su Shiyu’s body. Chu Mingyun was addicted as he thrust inside him again and again.
“Shiyu, I like you,” he murmured, almost madly. “I like you so much. I love you. What will I do? I’m completely obsessed with you…"
Su Shiyu pulled him down by the nape to close the distance. Their lips met ferociously, more teeth than anything else. It was the desperate collision of two hearts belonging to two arbitrary people, who wanted to be together more than anything.
Without even breaking the kiss, Chu Mingyun groaned as he came inside, and Su Shiyu’s nails dug into the back of Chu Mingyun’s hand as he followed suit, coming untouched.
He blanked out on the third climax, and he rapidly blinked his eyes moments after, coming back to his body.
Chu Mingyun had snuggled up on top of him, laying down most of his body weight on Su Shiyu. Su Shiyu frowned, wanting to say something at this point, but then he realized that Chu Mingyun was still inside, and hard.
He must’ve felt the change in his breathing, because Chu Mingyun lazily raised his head and smiled at him, calling sweetly, “Shiyu.”
He moved very subtly, almost so slightly that Su Shiyu couldn’t feel it at first, but as exhaustion and overstimulation came over him, it became extremely obvious.
Chu Mingyun was plugging up his come inside, and the superfluous fluid only worked to further slick up the slow drag of his cock in and out.
Su Shiyu squirmed uselessly under him. “No, I can’t… anymore…”
“You can do it,” he insisted.
Su Shiyu shook his head. “It’s too—”
“Too much?” Chu Mingyun finished the sentence, expecting him to say so. Meeting Su Shiyu’s glassy eyes, Chu Mingyun only smiled. "But I’m not quite satisfied yet, Lord Su. I did serve you earlier. Just give me one more, okay?"
Though he hadn’t been drugged with any matter of aphrodisiac, Chu Mingyun thought that it was such a waste to not savor this moment longer. Su Shiyu felt like he might pass out if he came anymore, but he had no energy to even argue, so he merely made a weak sound like a whimper.
Chu Mingyun gently pushed him down to lay back on the bed once more, his hair spilling all around his head on the pillow like before. Then, he pressed their foreheads together. “Be good for your husband.”
Su Shiyu flushed impossibly red, and he was thoroughly defeated.
But it really turned out to be too much. Chu Mingyun was too vigorous, and the overstimulation bordered on being very painful for Su Shiyu. He grasped at Chu Mingyun’s shoulders and pleaded, “S-Slow down…”
Although Su Shiyu had doubts about Chu Mingyun heeding such a pathetic request, he actually did slow down. As if Chu Mingyun could not resist him; could not bear for him to be in pain at all.
Chu Mingyun lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of Su Shiyu’s sweaty neck. He lapped at the tender, bruised skin, making Su Shiyu feel delicate stings.
Chu Mingyun called his name again, and it sounded like a concession.
Su Shiyu had admitted defeat on the boat ride to Shouchun. He could not resist his own desires; could not resist the want to be with Chu Mingyun, even for just a night. Now, he had been given another chance, and with the fire rushing in his veins, he fell into temptation—hook, line, and sinker.
Chu Mingyun’s every thrust went slow but deep, each drag of his cock inside making Su Shiyu feel all the ways he invaded and took possession of him. They melted into each other, and Su Shiyu began to push back into his cock. Just like before, he could not resist it—he wanted all of Chu Mingyun—his vigor, his ruthlessness, his charming smiles, his unrelenting kisses.
Chu Mingyun took absolute victory as Su Shiyu’s mind slipped into oblivion and he really ended up calling ‘husband’ several times in his delirium.
By the end, Su Shiyu did not know what time it was. Amidst the gentle but unrelenting rocking of their bodies, he felt as if he had drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. He had excellent martial arts, so he naturally had greater endurance than the average person, yet Chu Mingyun had reduced him into a limbless, panting mess.
Chu Mingyun liked being inside him, of course, but he liked wringing out his pleasure even more. The weak moans and gasps he let out when Chu Mingyun simply hugged him from behind and stroked him to completion were still the most beautiful sounds in the world.
When he came to, Chu Mingyun had already pulled out and was combing his fingers through Su Shiyu’s hair, admiring him from above.
“Shiyu,” he called affectionately.
“...You—” Su Shiyu started, but found himself at a loss for words. Though he was exhausted beyond relief, his slightly red eyes were clear and free of the aphrodisiac’s influence.
“I’m sorry, did I tire you out?” Chu Mingyun did not sound apologetic at all. “We made quite a mess.”
Indeed, the entire bed and quilt were messed up with wrinkles and a mixture of their fluids. Su Shiyu lay amidst it all, heaving with desperate breaths. “It’s your fault.”
“Oh?” Chu Mingyun’s tone was playful. “But I think that you should thank me. After all, would you have rather spent the whole night at the brothel, as you called it?”
Chu Mingyun was teasingly stroking Su Shiyu’s arms with his fingertips, raising goosebumps on his skin. Su Shiyu swatted that hand away.
“Get off first. I feel disgusting…” Su Shiyu had always been a clean person. It made it all the more exciting that Chu Mingyun got to sully him in sweat, come, and everything in between. But there was no doubt that he felt utterly uncomfortable with the mix of fluids that was starting to dry on his skin, leaving it damp and sticky.
Even now, Su Shiyu felt that the place between his legs was loose and uncomfortable, and he could still feel him—
Dripping out.
At the revelation, the blush on his face deepened, and he clamped his thighs together, but both of these things did not escape Chu Mingyun’s observation.
Chu Mingyun laughed briefly, then made to pick him up. “Then let’s get to the bath, okay? Stop moving.”
