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The door behind them closed with a resounding kind of finality that made Yin Yu feel a mix of dizzying excitement… and fear. Just like the process of getting married to Quan Yizhen did, too. It had been quite an adventure, to say the least. Well, everything that came after he was brought back from his death was a whirlwind that could only be summarized by saying that Quan Yizhen’s love was a fate-defying force.
And that love belonged to Yin Yu. It had always belonged to him.
It just took him a really long time to be able to accept it.
(It was probably going to take a much longer time for him to feel like he actually deserved it, though).
“Shixiong?” Quan Yizhen’s voice suddenly made him come back from wherever it is that his mind had gone to. He should focus on the present, on his husband, and their wedding night.
Right. Their wedding night. The last step to make their marriage as official as it could be. A momentous occasion. A deeply vulnerable and terrifying occasion. An occasion that required that him-
“Shixiong? What’s wrong?” Quan Yizhen’s liquid gold irises, previously full of happiness, were now staring at Yin Yu with worry, his deceptively tall aura replaced by an unusual sagging and resigned posture. “Are you…? Do you…?”
Before Quan Yizhen managed to finish that dangerous idea, Yin Yu quickly composed himself to reassure him.
“No, A-Zhen, I’m not regretting this.” He had no need to ask Yizhen what it was that he was going to say. They knew each other too well: Yin Yu was sure that the first idea that came to Quan Yizhen’s mind was that Yin Yu wanted to run away from him again, that he was regretting this and was going to disappear.
Even if Yin Yu was feeling insecure and nervous, there was no way in hell for him to abandon Quan Yizhen. Not anymore. That wasn’t the reason he was feeling so anxious. It had nothing to do with Quan Yizhen. The problem, as always, was himself.
Yin Yu looked at Quan Yizhen’s eyes, and seeing that he was still a bit uneasy, he took his face in between his hands, and softly rubbed his cheeks, while he gushed in his mind over how adorable his constellations of freckles were. He loved those so so much. Counting them, kissing them…
But he needed to focus.
“I’m just afraid of disappointing you, Yizhen, that’s all. You… you know how I am, and-”
Quan Yizhen’s eyes immediately sparkled with their usual fire, as intensely as ever. “That’s never going to happen, shixiong!” He covered Yin Yu’s hands with his own, rubbing soothing circles over them with his thumbs. “And if shixiong really is not comfortable and wants to stop here for the night, there’s no need for us to do anything else.”
“No!” Yin Yu did not hesitate, no matter how apprehensive he internally felt about this. “I want this too. I want you.” Admitting that so bluntly made him blush. Quan Yizhen’s sincerity and love always made his body forget he was already dead, somehow. “Just… Just be patient with me, A-Zhen.” Please don’t reject me, if I tear my defenses down.
Quan Yizhen simply closed the distance between them to capture Yin Yu’s lips with his own, one of his hands traveling downwards to hold Yin Yu’s waist, the other holding the back of Yin Yu’s head. Yin Yu looped his arms around Quan Yizhen’s neck in response, to deepen their kiss.
Ah, Yin Yu would never not marvel on the softness of Quan Yizhen’s warm, supple lips. What an addicting activity it was, getting to kiss them, and getting to explore every bit of them.
“We have all the time in the world” Yizhen’s voice offered, over their private communication array, while he pried Yin Yu’s lips open with his tongue. “And… did shixiong really not notice how nervous I am? Yu-er, I’m trembling.”
It was true: the hands that held him so tightly were trembling, but still surrounding him without the slightest intention of letting him fall. So, it’s not just me that’s insecure , thought Yin Yu. But what could Quan Yizhen be insecure about?
“We really are dorks, aren’t we, A-Zhen?”
The only answer to it was a noncommittal “mn” in between their slow kissing, and Yin Yu’s brain was almost disconnected from reality, because it was that good of a kiss, it was that delightful to feel Quan Yizhen’s tongue against his, the urge to bite him was that impossible to resist, but then he noticed how hard he was getting, and it was his own arousal that brought his brain back to the present, pulling him out of the delicious waves of lust that were starting to consume him.
His overworking mind was back, fixated again on the fact that this was their wedding night, a meaningful moment, a special moment. Ahh, he was overthinking again, of course he was, and of course Quan Yizhen immediately noticed how tense he suddenly got. So he broke their kiss to look at Yin Yu’s eyes, questioningly.
“Yu-er.”
“I know, I know, A-Zhen.” He let his forehead rest against Quan Yizhen’s, and closed his eyes to feel a tiny bit less exposed. “But… This moment is so important, and I fear I’m going to… to ruin it, somehow.” Why couldn’t his brain just shut up and let him enjoy things and feel free for once? Shouldn't he be able to make it shut up?! This was getting so ridiculous.
“I agree with shixiong that this is an important moment. But that doesn’t mean we have to do anything in particular. Nothing is going to change between us, no matter how this night goes, shixiong.” Quan Yizhen had his eyes closed, too, and chose that moment to rub his nose against Yin Yu’s, a gesture so sweet that he felt his fears melting, replaced by a warmth akin to being kissed by the morning sun. “This humble husband just wants to worship shixiong as he deserves… in any way shixiong allows him.”
“…Okay” Yin Yu’s voice was trembling, and he was sure he might be able to die a second time if he was not careful enough. He grounded himself by tangling his hands in between Yizhen’s soft, curly locks. “I’ll do my best to…”
But the next thing he felt was how Quan Yizhen took him in his arms, his hands under his thighs, forcing Yin Yu to stop talking, in favor of tangling his legs around Quan Yizhen’s waist, to avoid losing his balance, and accidentally pulling his hair in the process, earning him a satisfied grunt from Quan Yizhen, but that didn’t stop him at all; if anything, he took them towards their bed with even more haste.
So he didn’t get the chance to tell Quan Yizhen that he was going to do his best to let go of his insecurities and fears, that he wanted Yizhen to do whatever he wanted with him. That he was trying to allow himself to feel this happy, this loved, this cherished. Even if he doesn’t deserve it.
When they reached the bed, Quan Yizhen placed Yin Yu over it with a level of gentleness and care that Yin Yu was not expecting, judging by his previous excitement, and then caged him with his arms and the curtain of his hair, hiding him from the rest of the world.
Quan Yizhen’s broad shoulders and strong arms had become synonymous with a sense of safety and comfort for Yin Yu: whenever he surprised him with a back hug during a mission, or during one of his shifts in the Gambler’s Den, the sight of those arms around him and the feel of the solid expanse of Yizhen’s chest against his back was one of his favorite things in this life.
He never thought that feeling small would be something he’d ever get to love so much (and he was the tallest of them two! How was it even possible?) But he truly enjoyed Quan Yizhen’s spontaneous shows of affection, especially when those involved having Yizhen’s wide and muscular frame wrapping around his body like a really clingy, octopus-shaped furnace.
But right now might be the smaller he had ever felt, with his husband’s gaze directed at him so intensely… and almost predatory, too, in a sensuous way.
“Shixiong, look at me.” Quan Yizhen’s voice was so full of tenderness and love, that Yin Yu’s undead heart manages to squeeze inside his chest. “It’s okay. We’re okay. I got you, shixiong.”
Nothing else existed in that moment. Only the two of them, about to share with each other the first of many nights together on the same bed as husbands.
Yin Yu caressed Quan Yizhen’s cheek again, with a slightly trembling hand. “I love you so much, Zhenzhen.” There was much more he wished he was able to articulate, so much that he needed Quan Yizhen to know, but for now, that was all he was able to offer.
And to them, this was both an admission, and the permission that Quan Yizhen was expecting before he kept going on.
And on he went, helping Yin Yu stand up, so he could start reverently unwrapping him from his layers of clothing. They didn’t go with something too fancy or complicated: after all, they had decided to elope instead of having any kind of elaborate celebration. It suited them best: this was for them alone, away from anyone else curious eyes.
It also gave them the advantage that there weren’t too many layers to peel off, or any complicated buns and braids to untangle. Their clothing was simple but elegant, and their appearance was adorned with only a golden crown with amethyst inlays for Quan Yizhen’s high ponytail, and a golden ribbon carefully braided into Yin Yu’s hair.
They still took their time disrobing each other, savoring this moment and how, bit by bit, they uncovered each other’s body, mutual impatience growing with each passing second.
Wasn’t it curious how intimate this felt? It was not like they had not seen each other naked before, since they were fellow disciples of the same sect in the past, who had trained together and shared baths numerous times. And yet, this felt like rediscovering each other’s form, as if they were unearthing a deeply hidden secret, and truly getting bare, in every sense of the word, body and soul naked for the other to contemplate.
And Yin Yu, without the many constant walls he kept up, felt once again as vulnerable as a ghost fire, his soul trembling under Quan Yizhen’s adoring gaze. It was the sort of look that Yin Yu still had difficulties to accept, that he still couldn’t believe was directed at someone like him.
How could Quan Yizhen look at him like that? What did he sees inside Yin Yu that made Quan Yizhen deem him worthy of that level of adoration?
How did they even got here? How was it possible for them to reach this point, after everything that had happened before? After all the damage he caused, and the hurt he inflicted on Yizhen, and…
And yet, here they were, and it seemed like Quan Yizhen understood how Yin Yu was feeling, because he simply embraced him tightly, like he was afraid that Yin Yu was going to suddenly disappear if he let go of him now. And the comforting and familiar warmth of Quan Yizhen’s skin around him helped Yin Yu calm down and come back to the present, to the place where he desperately wanted to feel he belonged, that he deserved to be.
“Sometimes, I still can’t believe that shixiong chose to stay with me,” Yin Yu heard Quan Yizhen mumble against the crook of his neck, where he was currently hiding. Quan Yizhen shouldn’t feel like that. He hoped one day that fear would go away.
“Hmm. I think that the actual crazy part is that you want me to stay by your side,” Quan Yizhen squeezed him even harder in response to that. “But this is where I want to stay, Yizhen.” He punctuated this by squeezing Quan Yizhen back with the same intensity.
How could Quan Yizhen not embrace and accept Yin Yu for all he was? Hadn't Yin Yu done exactly that for him, from the very first moment their paths crossed so many years ago? Why wouldn't he offer that same comfort back to him?
And his embrace was, truly, the safest and most comforting place for Yin Yu, even if he still had a bit of trouble showing him that was how he felt. But he was determined to convey that to Quan Yizhen that night, to make it clear to him, that he was his home, that he was not going to run away, that he was here to stay, that he truly wanted to give Quan Yizhen all parts of himself.
Actions tended to speak much louder than words, so Yin Yu carefully pushed Quan Yizhen towards the bed, until he was laying with his back fully against the bed, with Yin Yu straddling his hips, his hands resting on his chest for support. He leaned over to whisper in Quan Yizhen’s ear.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your freckles?”
But instead of giving Quan Yizhen a chance to reply, Yin Yu captured his lips again to momentarily silence him, before moving to start peppering kisses all over his face, making Quan Yizhen happily giggle.
Those giggles stopped as soon as Yin Yu’s mouth started moving downwards, trailing over his jaw and towards his earlobe again, changing from little kisses into a series of playful bites that made Quan Yizhen whimper and squirm.
Losing his patience, he held Yin Yu by the waist and thrust his hips up, rubbing their lengths together and eliciting a delicious moan from Yin Yu, that caught him by surprise and almost made him lose his balance.
“Shixiong,” Quan Yizhen’s voice was hoarse and dripping with desire, “won’t you let me take care of you tonight?”
But Yin Yu, self-conscious as he was, of course wanted to be a good husband. He wanted to be the one to take care of his Zhenzhen, to love him back, to worship him the way he deserved, to give back and reciprocate every caress, every sweet gesture, every kiss and bite.
His mind was half lost in the overwhelming sensations of Quan Yizhen’s body against him, the sensual slide of skin against skin, the warmth and…
And he just didn’t know exactly how to follow the rhythm of Quan Yizhen’s already racing heart. It was like he was always so far ahead of him in every sense of the word, and his own constant overthinking made it even more difficult for him to-
“There's no need for shixiong to do anything.” Quan Yizhen could almost hear the gears moving at full speed inside Yin Yu’s head. “Yu-er,” he added, sitting up to embrace Yin Yu again. “Can you let this husband take the lead? That way, you won’t have to think.”
That sounded like asking the impossible from Yin Yu.
And attempting the impossible was the least Quan Yizhen deserved from him.
“…Okay, A-Zhen”
This was the biggest gift they could give each other: on one side, a complete, open surrender, and on the other, an overwhelming, welcoming reassurance.
The kiss they shared next was completely different from any that came before. There were no more pretenses or barriers. There was no more hesitation. Quan Yizhen’s tongue explored the inside of Yin Yu’s mouth like a man about to die of thirst, as if it was the first time he was able to; he bit and tug at his lips, and Yin Yu, desperate, battled with him for dominance, wanting to savor the taste of his tongue, sucking and tugging at it, already hungry for more.
Quan Yizhen toppled Yin Yu over the bed, without breaking their kiss, and took both of his wrists with one hand, trapping them over his head, and then used his free hand to take Yin Yu’s cock, already hard and weeping.
It was maddening: their kiss, the weight and increasingly hot temperature of Quan Yizhen’s body trapping him, his earthy, sunny scent surrounding him, and now the added pleasure of Quan Yizhen’s rough, calloused hand around him, his thumb rubbing insistently at the head of his cock, teasing the slit to spread the drops of precome to aid the slide to masturbate him, and maybe he was tugging a little too hard, maybe his squeeze was too strong, but it didn’t matter at all, even if it got a bit painful.
Because it was Yizhen, and he could take whatever he wanted from him. He could do as he pleased, and he wouldn’t ever resist. He didn’t want to resist, at all. And admitting that, unlocked the final door keeping him from the free fall that tonight represented for both of them.
Yin Yu was not thinking anymore, his eyes closed to focus on the exquisite sensations that Quan Yizhen’s ministrations were causing: his tongue exploring the column of his neck, that Yin Yu made sure to fully expose for Quan Yizhen’s hungry mouth, now leaving hickeys and bite marks.
He heard himself moan wantonly, and when Quan Yizhen started biting and lapping at his chest, he couldn’t help himself and freed his hands from Quan Yizhen’s grip, to scratch Yizhen’s back when he found one of his nipples and started tugging and teasing, obsessively playing with it until it was hard, bruised and glistening with saliva, and then did the same with the other, and Yin Yu couldn’t do anything but moan, half-screaming, half-delighted, squirming, but Quan Yizhen wouldn’t let him escape, holding him in place by the waist.
Quan Yizhen took his sweet time exploring Yin Yu’s body, meticulously filing in his head every reaction he got, every sound and every squirm, already planning on how to give Yin Yu all the pleasure his body could handle, several times in the near future. He actually studied this topic (stealing some books from Pei Ming’s palace counted as studying, right?), to make sure he knew several possible ways to make his husband go absolutely crazy.
He was definitely managing to achieve that, judging by how desperate Yin Yu looked.
He restarted his wandering over Yin Yu’s skin, mouth traveling downwards again, but he was interrupted by Yin Yu’s strained voice, pleading for something.
“Yizhen, n-no, Yi-Yizhen, I- I want to, I-, I need-”
“What does shixiong need?” Quan Yizhen’s voice was so soft, like he was afraid that talking louder would break Yin Yu. “Please, tell this husband.” He would give him anything he asked for. That was all he wants to do tonight, that was all he had ever wanted to do for him.
Seeing that Yin Yu was still too flustered to answer, Quan Yizhen rolled them over, and then sat up, his back against the bed’s headboard. Yin Yu followed and climbed over him: he looked almost overwhelmed, his gaze unfocused, until he saw Quan Yizhen’s content, sunny face, and instead of saying anything out loud, all he could do was use their communication array.
“You… you’re real. You’re here with me. Yizhen, you’re here with me.”
“Of course I am, shixiong. I’ll always be here.”
Why wouldn’t he be? He would always be there to welcome him, no matter what. Especially now, that Yin Yu looked so vulnerable, the open adoration and raw need evident in his eyes, full of tears threatening to spill. Quan Yizhen had never seen him like this before, and for a second, his heart trembled, afraid of not being what Yin Yu needed now.
That doubt was instantly dispelled when one of Yin Yu’s hands reached for his cheek, like he was looking for something to keep him tethered to reality, or else he was going to float away, or go completely under to never resurface in this life.
Quan Yizhen was ready to catch Yin Yu, as soon as he came back from whatever headspace he was in. He would comfort him and protect him. But that would come later. First, he was going to let Yin Yu ask for whatever he needed, whatever he wanted him to be, or say, or do.
Quan Yizhen kissed the palm of Yin Yu’s hand, and nuzzled into it, letting Yin Yu caress him all he wanted.
Who would have said that Quan Yizhen was able to be this delicate and gentle? No one ever got to see this side of him, how careful he was, how much he worried, how afraid he was to break Yin Yu, and at the same time he was so eager and anxious to please.
Only Yin Yu would ever get to see him like this.
“I need you, Yizhen.”
That was… not exactly a clear demand. Quan Yizhen was starting to feel a bit lost.
“I need you to use me. If I can’t take care of you, then… then please, use me.”
Quan Yizhen just looked at Yin Yu’s eyes, finding his confused reflection there, while his brain short-circuited.
“Would you do that for me, A-Zhen?”
That was the last Yin Yu said over their array, and then, before Quan Yizhen could collect himself or say anything else, Yin Yu started slowly descending over his body, getting dangerously close to his raging erection.
This… This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go! He was the one that was supposed to take care of Yin Yu, not the reverse!
“I need you to use me.”
Yin Yu’s words were ringing inside Quan Yizhen’s brain again, and he finally connected the dots. This was going to be his way to take care of Yin Yu. This was what Yin Yu needed from him. This was Yin Yu’s gift for him, tonight.
And he was ready to accept it.
“Wait. Come here, shixiong.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, and Yin Yu immediately positioned himself in a kneeling position between Quan Yizhen’s legs, and starts nuzzling his cock, getting precome smeared over his cheeks. Quan Yizhen took Yin Yu’s hair in one hand, in a messy ponytail, to stop it from getting dirty, and see Yin Yu’s face without interruptions.
Yin Yu looked back at Quan Yizhen and then licked the head of his cock, savoring its taste as if it was a delicacy, and then used a hand to retract the foreskin, fully exposing it for him to tease: his exploration was meticulous, as if trying to memorize its shape. Quan Yizhen got lost in the pleasure of it, and had to force himself to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of this, biting his bottom lip until it bled. Yin Yu started licking the vein on the underside of his cock, slowly going down, and then going back, and without losing eye contact with Yizhen, let the tip of his tongue press against the frenulum, sliding over it, before lapping at the slit again, and that was what finally made Quan Yizhen lose his self control and thrust into Yin Yu’s mouth.
And Yin Yu moaned so loud in response, that Quan Yizhen didn’t even get to feel guilty about it. Yin Yu just wanted to be used, to forget everything else around him, as he managed before, with Quan Yizhen’s help. He was so close to actually shutting down all his thoughts, and he felt he was getting there again.
“Is this okay, shixiong? Is this what you wanted?”
Yin Yu just closed his eyes and sucked harder, his fingers digging into Quan Yizhen’s thighs, looking for purchase.
“Do you want more, shixiong?”
Quan Yizhen yanked Yin Yu’s hair and got up. As soon as he was on his feet, Yin Yu positioned himself and took his cock into his mouth again, while gripping Quan Yizhen’s ass to get him to push deeper into his throat.
Quan Yizhen’s earrings rhythmically clinked with every thrust into Yin Yu’s mouth, their room filled with the sound of Quan Yizhen’s moans and the wet noises of their messy, sloppy throatfucking, and Quan Yizhen’s pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t keep his eyes open to watch Yin Yu’s expression anymore, afraid of losing himself and finishing too early.
But he couldn’t stop thinking about how deeply content Yin Yu looked, even when doing something as obscene as this, he finally seemed completely at peace, with his mouth around Quan Yizhen’s cock, his throat welcoming him without any resistance, like he was made for this, like this was the most normal and fulfilling thing.
“Won’t you look at me, shidi?” Yin Yu asked over the array, without missing a beat in their almost violent rhythm.
Oh, fuck. He never called him shidi. And the way he said that, demanding his attention, while the only reason he was not gagging on his cock was because he didn’t actually need to breathe, so he could suck him off without pause, was almost too much.
And looking at him was, indeed, too much for him: there was a mix of fluids dripping from the corner of his mouth towards his chin, and Yin Yu’s eyes were glassy when he looked back at him, and he sucked with such intent that Quan Yizhen could not resist anymore, gripping Yin Yu by his hair with even more strength than before, to come deep inside Yin Yu’s throat.
Yin Yu dutifully swallowed and then licked Quan Yizhen clean, and only then he let him bring him back to the bed, for an all-consuming kiss, without a care for the mess of spit and come still staining Yin Yu’s face. Quan Yizhen was tasting himself on Yin Yu’s tongue, and thoroughly biting Yin Yu’s lips, swallowing each and every one of his delicious moans, every whimper and sigh escaping from his lips.
Yin Yu tangled his fingers in Quan Yizhen’s curly mop of hair, holding him as close as possible, while feeling how his body warmth seeped into his own, dispelling his usual cold. But soon, Quan Yizhen broke their kiss, and Yin Yu… He didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want Quan Yizhen to get away from him, at all.
“Shhh, don’t worry, shixiong. I’m here. I’m here.” Yin Yu had not realized it, but tears were starting to fall from his eyes, and Quan Yizhen kissed them away, while holding his face between his hands, with a softness that immediately helped to calm him down. “Do you want me to stop, shixiong? Was it too much?” He massaged Yin Yu’s jaw, carefully, while waiting for him to respond.
Yin Yu shook his head. He wanted to keep going, he wanted Yizhen to feel good, he wanted… “I want to keep going, don’t worry about me.” As if Quan Yizhen was capable of not worrying about him.
“Does… does shixiong want to take me? Or should I-”
“I want you… inside.” That shouldn’t be a surprise at this point, but Quan Yizhen looked so excited, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.
“I have to prepare shixiong, in that case.” They had prepared beforehand a vial of oil, now hidden under one of the pillows in their bed, but first… He was going to take his time while doing that. He was not done wandering over Yin Yu’s body, and was determined to bring all the pleasure he possibly could out of each and every nerve ending he came across. So he restarted the thorough tour of his mouth over Yin Yu’s body, now marveling on the skin of his belly, the subtle trail of hair that followed downwards from his navel, and the softness of his thighs, that were now surrounding his head while Quan Yizhen licked them, biting them from time to time, or sucked to leave purplish marks.
Those would be a reminder for future Yin Yu, of this moment, of how completely he had mapped every surface on his body, and he would renew those marks of ownership as many times as needed.
And when he felt content enough with the landscape he had painted over Yin Yu’s skin, Quan Yizhen took Yin Yu’s thighs to force them to open, and his hungry mouth soon found Yin Yu’s hole, to lick around it, and prod at it, and Yin Yu’s thighs started squeezing his head, so he had to stop him and forcefully hold them open.
“Does shixiong want to crush my head? Because if that’s what shixiong wants, we could change our positions to-“
Yin Yu just handed him the vial of oil, almost smashing it against his face to shut him up.
“I’ll take that as a no.” That was sad, really. Quan Yizhen would be more than happy to let Yin Yu ride his face. Maybe he could convince him to try that later? But first, he had to focus on the task at hand (making him come as many times as possible in the next shichen or two).
Quan Yizhen sat up and carefully poured some oil over the palm of his hand, thoroughly covering his fingers with it, before repositioning himself in between Yin Yu’s legs, and then massaging around Yin Yu’s entrance, careful and slow, trying to help the tight ring of muscle to relax enough to start inserting a finger.
Soon, he was able to push inside, keeping a slow pace that was quickly depleting Yin Yu’s reserves of sanity.
“Yizhen, I’m not that delicate, you can-”
Quan Yizhen, obedient as always, fully inserted his finger. “Like this?” He took it almost completely out, before pushing inside again. “Is this what shixiong wants?” He was trying to find the specific point that would inevitably make his husband scream, without success. “Do you want another, shixiong?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, inserting another finger, delighted to feel how Yin Yu’s walls tightened around his fingers, greedily sucking him in. Quan Yizhen carefully stretched him, scissoring his digits, while looking at Yin Yu’s face, at how he struggled to keep his eyes from closing, how he even took a few breaths he didn’t need, just to help steady himself.
And they were just starting.
Quan Yizhen inserted another finger, and this time he finally found the bundle of nerves he was looking for. The utterly debauched sound of Yin Yu’s loud moaning in response was the sweetest melody Quan Yizhen ever had the pleasure of hearing, and he felt himself getting hard again, just from listening to Yin Yu’s aroused and needy moans and whines.
He could do this forever. Oh, how he wished he could actually do this forever!
He kept pumping his fingers in and out of Yin Yu’s entrance, now using them to hit his prostate with surgical precision, fascinated at the effect it had. But he was on a mission here, and it seemed that this was not enough.
So he used his free hand to touch Yin Yu’s cock, determined to take his husband to completion, expectant to see how he would look, how would he taste, what sounds would he make… Ugh, he was so tempted to suck him off, but if he did that, he would not be able to look at Yin Yu’s face. Ah, well, just another thing to note for the future.
He started jerking him off, using the precome that pooled over Yin Yu’s belly to ease the slide, and Yin Yu started squirming from the overstimulation, so Quan Yizhen stopped his movements, a bit worried. “Shixiong? Are you okay? Is it too much?” Yin Yu was so agitated and desperate to come, that he started thrusting into Quan Yizhen’s hand, his brain not coherent enough for him to articulate what he needed.
But Quan Yizhen was quick to understand, so he renewed his efforts.
“Yi-Yizhen-, Yizhen, I’m gonna, I’m-, ah, Yizhen, ahhh”
“Cum for me, Yu-er. Let this husband watch you cum.”
Yin Yu’s orgasm hit him hard, like a wave that was so intense he actually feared he was going to drown, his brain drawing a blank from the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling, washing over him like a powerful tide that took away any remote semblance of thought, replacing it with fuzzy static and complete relaxation.
Quan Yizhen observed him, delighted in how beautiful he looked, how his body tensed as he climaxed, every muscle alight with pleasure, his head leaning back, exposing the deliciously bruised column of his neck, eyes rolling in ecstasy, and his lips, swollen from all their kissing and biting, forming a perfect “O”, in a silent scream of bliss.
Yin Yu came back to himself when he felt Quan Yizhen lick the stripes of come over his chest, and that helped him recover a little, situating himself in this reality once more. Yizhen’s fingers were not inside him anymore, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Quan Yizhen using the spend in his hand to lube his cock, pumping a few times, before looking back at him.
Yin Yu grabbed him by the arm that he could reach, tugging at it to make Quan Yizhen get closer, and as soon as he did, Yin Yu locked his legs around his waist, and looped his arms around his neck, going for another messy, open mouthed kiss, while Yizhen tried to align himself at his entrance, already impatient for what was next.
“Please, please, shidi-”
The head of Quan Yizhen’s cock finally breached Yin Yu’s entrance, and Yizhen got lightheaded from how good it felt. He almost couldn’t believe he was inside his husband, he was inside Yin Yu, inside shixiong, shixiong who eloped with him, and wanted him, and was now under him, and kissing him fiercely while tugging at his hair, biting his lips, and pressing his back with his ankles in a silent plea for more.
This is the best feeling in the world, Quan Yizhen thought. This was exactly where he should be from now on. Inside Yin Yu, pleasuring him, fucking him as hard as he was able to, panting against his neck, biting his collarbones while he thrusts inside him, holding his waist, hard enough to bruise, so he could change the angle to fuck him deeper, and all Yin Yu could do was scratch his chest and scream his name, overwhelmed and yet greedy for more, so Quan Yizhen sat up, without pulling out, and literally bounced Yin Yu over his cock, to make him take him as deep and hard as possible, until he was crying, until he came again, untouched, screaming and scratching at Quan Yizhen’s back to avoid falling, drawing blood.
Quan Yizhen pushed him back onto the bed and could only thrust two or three times before climaxing too, releasing his load deep inside Yin Yu, almost blacking out from how overpowering of a sensation it was, and the impact of his own emotions exploding inside his chest, the love, the happiness, the fears, everything feeling like fireworks lighting up suddenly and all at once.
It was almost too much, and at the same time it was not enough.
The next thing he realized was that he was trapping Yin Yu under him, so he quickly tried to move and correct that, but Yin Yu stopped him. Quan Yizhen rolled them both to the side, holding Yin Yu so he could rest over his chest instead of being crushed under him. He was slowly managing to steady his breathing, when he felt something wet falling over his chest.
“Shixiong? Are you okay?” Why was Yin Yu crying? “Yu-er? Did I hurt you?”
He tried to look at Yin Yu, but he burrowed even closer to his chest, hiding himself from view. All Quan Yizhen could do was wait for him to calm down, caressing his hair and holding him in his embrace, while inwardly praying that he didn’t hurt Yin Yu.
“We should take a bath now,” Quan Yizhen whispered, looking for a way to make Yin Yu feel better. But he shook his head, and squeezed Quan Yizhen harder, to get him to stay. “I won’t go away, and I can take shixiong to the bathroom in my arms.” There was a minuscule “mn” in response from Yin Yu, so Quan Yizhen quickly took him in his arms, embracing him tightly and placing a string of kisses over the top of his head, where he buried his nose for a bit, too. He loved Yin Yu’s calming scent, a mix of lavender and other soft, flowery smells that, to Quan Yizhen, equaled to being home.
“I won’t let you fall, shixiong. Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.”
Inside the bathroom, Quan Yizhen managed to put a warming talisman in the water that was prepared beforehand, and brought clean sleeping robes for them to wear after their bath, all without having to put Yin Yu down. If Yin Yu wanted Quan Yizhen to hold him forever, then that was what he was going to do! It was not even hard for him. His arms were strong, and holding Yin Yu in his arms was the greatest honor, so he had no complaints at all.
They should do that more often, in fact.
“The water is ready, shixiong. I’ll get us inside the tub, okay?”
The warmth of the water felt like a blessing for their weary muscles, and Quan Yizhen felt his anxiety seeping out from his pores to dissolve in the water. Yin Yu seemed to be slowly coming back from the deep recess in his mind where he had been hiding,
“Yizhen?” He finally looked up. “I’m…”
He was what? Ashamed? Guilty? Overthinking? All that at the same time? Oh, but he was also thankful that it was Quan Yizhen who was there with him, that it was him that saw him like that, that Quan Yizhen was the one who allowed him to break free from his burdens and surrender to his desires. Yin Yu was glad that he made that leap of faith. And was grateful that it was Quan Yizhen who was there to break his fall.
Because Quan Yizhen promised him he would always catch him, and he was not the kind of man that would ever break a promise.
“Did I hurt Yu-er?” Quan Yizhen was still worried, of course. He took the strands of hair covering Yin Yu’s face to put them behind his ears, and then kissed Yin Yu’s forehead, making him smile.
“No, no, Zhenzhen, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Yin Yu kissed Quan Yizhen’s nose, and then started peppering kisses all over his cheeks, trying to give him one for every freckle, until Quan Yizhen interrupted that attempt, to kiss him on the lips again.
It was a soft kiss, chaste, slow and sweet.
“I just was… scared. Because I stopped thinking for a while, and that was just what I needed.” Yin Yu explained, whispering against Quan Yizhen’s lips. “But then my brain finally caught up with me and… it was a bit too much. I sort of fell apart.”
“I’ll be happy to help shixiong stop thinking, whenever he wants me to.” Quan Yizhen rested his forehead against Yin Yu’s. “I’ll be there to catch shixiong afterwards.”
“As long as you don’t mind how much of a mess I am…” A mess that he always tried to hide inside himself, but seeped out whenever he was not fully in control.
“I’d be honored to get to know and love every side of you. And taking care of my Yu-er is my favorite thing in the world.”
Quan Yizhen didn’t let Yin Yu do anything but relax in the water, while he carefully washed his body, massaging any tension away. He was about to kiss away the bruises and marks, making them disappear with a bit of spiritual energy, but Yin Yu stopped him and mumbled that he actually wanted those marks there. Quan Yizhen still kissed each and every one of them, though.
By the time Quan Yizhen was washing Yin Yu’s hair, he was already getting sleepy. Yin Yu had never felt so loved as he was tonight, so deeply cherished even after he dared to take his barriers down. It had been totally worth it. He shouldn't have doubted Quan Yizhen’s love, but old habits truly died hard.
Yin Yu fell asleep while Quan Yizhen quickly cleaned himself. When Yizhen finished with that process, Yin Yu was so pliant and relaxed that he even allowed Quan Yizhen to dry him and dress him in the comfortable robes he had brought.
He only opened his eyes again when they were already in bed, tucked under the sheets. (How did Yizhen change the soiled covers so quickly? Did he actually fall asleep while that happened? Why was he even worrying about it?)
He looked at his husband’s face, overwhelmed by the love and gratitude he was feeling. “Thank you, A-Zhen.” He didn’t even know what else to say, but hoped that was enough for tonight.
Quan Yizhen just opened his arms to embrace him again, and Yin Yu immediately chose to bury his face in his chest, getting lulled back to sleep by Quan Yizhen’s steady heartbeat.
They would talk about it properly the next morning. For now, he was going to allow himself the reprieve of not thinking too much, and enjoy the safety of his husband’s protective embrace.
It was okay to give up control from time to time, if Quan Yizhen was the one that took the reins for him.