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It was too hot to work, too hot to think, too hot to exist, probably. Yet, Xie Lian somehow survived another long day of answering prayers. By the evening, Hua Cheng found him in the Paradise Manor's private bathing room, where he was cooling off in the water, barely sticking his nose out and blowing bubbles.
Hua Cheng already opened his mouth to ask if he could join, but at the same moment, Xie Lian stood up, water trickling along his naked body.
Beautiful, so beautiful, every inch of him was pure perfection, from head to toe. Hua Cheng couldn’t help but admire that body—no painting could ever catch how droplets ran down his chest, leaving a shiny trace, glistening with every breath he took. No sculpture would do honor to those subtle yet pronounced muscles earned in endless trainings and sparrings. Hua Cheng could look at Xie Lian for hours, learning his every curve, sharp prominent bones and some soft and tender spots that made the Ghost King melt.
Xie Lian stepped out of the pool, then wrung out his hair and reached out for a towel that Hua Cheng has conveniently stolen.
“Caught you!” smiled the Ghost King and threw the towel over Xie Lian’s shoulders, trapping his arms and wrapping him like a cocoon. So warm even after a cool bath. “How was your day?”
“Busy, tiring, way too hot,” Xie Lian sighed and snuggled closer, nuzzling against Hua Cheng’s neck. “Missed you.”
Hua Cheng picked his husband up in a bridal carry and gave him a spin.
“Should have taken me with you, I’d help you cool off.” He kissed Xie Lian’s cheek and carried him to the bedroom.
“Next time. When it’s more exciting than searching for a wailing spirit just to find a stray cat that decided to give birth right under the shed.”
“Mn.”
Hua Cheng put Xie Lian on the bed and sat down beside him, unable to look away. The god stretched and shuffled on the sheets, then cocked his head to the side.
“San Lang?”
“Just admiring. Gege, did you know that every part of you is perfect?”
Was that an eyeroll?
“I mean it,” Hua Cheng kissed his wrist, “every part… In any state.”
Xie Lian shuddered.
“What do you mean?” he smiled nervously.
Hua Cheng started to pull away the sheet covering Xie Lian, but the prince suddenly blushed and caught the fabric, leaving his private parts covered.
“Wait, wait… Don’t… It’s not… It’s too hot for this,” he protested weakly.
A flimsy excuse, but Hua Cheng was willing to buy it for now. He slowly stepped his fingers along Xie Lian's stomach.
“Ah! San Lang! It tickles,” Xie Lian giggled. At that, Hua Cheng huffed a laugh and repeated the path with his full palm to soothe the skin, from Xie Lian's shoulder to his hip, nudging the edge of the sheet.
Xie Lian sighed and tried to roll over and curl up to hide. It was in vain, however. Hua Cheng long ago learned how to deal with those sudden bursts of shyness.
“Here I see the most beautiful person in all three worlds,” he caressed Xie Lian’s arm along the bicep, “I like his strong arms that carry me so gently ever since our first meeting.”
He touched the center of Xie Lian’s chest, “I like his chest that I can sleep on safely, listening to the lullaby of the loving heart.”
Seeing Xie Lian relax, he slowly took the sheet off, and this time the god didn’t stop him.
“There you are,” Hua Cheng grinned and gently traced along Xie Lian’s soft cock. The pinkish head was barely peeking through, neatly tucked into a swirl of darker skin surrounding it. Like a rose not yet in a full bloom, with tender petals in the middle still asleep. Hua Cheng loved everything about his god, but being allowed to see him so vulnerable was something else. He softly pinched the foreskin and caressed the outline of the head with a side of his finger, careful not to scratch, and smiled at the skin on the sack wrinkling up and moving.
“What are you doing?” Xie Lian groaned. Still, he made no move to stop Hua Cheng.
“Admiring your cock, Your Highness!” the Ghost King answered readily.
“But it’s… Soft. I’m tired, and it’s hot, and…”
“Nuh-uh. Perfect in any state,” Hua Cheng pulled the foreskin all the way over, and the head got completely hidden. “Look, gege, it’s so cute like that! Whoop—inside!” then he bared the head and stared at the twitching cock with excitement: “Like a turtle!”
“San Laaaaaang!”
Xie Lian covered his eyes with his hand.
Hua Cheng touched the sack again, lightly running nails over it, then ran up to caress the black hair. That part he loved as well, especially when he was blessed to nuzzle against it with his mouth full of cock.
…Probably that’s what he wanted to do now, if His Highness lets him.
He covered Xie Lian’s cock with his palm and felt it slightly twitching again, slowly waking up to his ministrations. Then he ran his thumb and index finger down the shaft, along the tiny veins, baring the head again.
Now it looked bigger.
Up, hiding.
Down, peeking.
He could do it forever, enamored with his husband’s adorable cock.
“Gege, did you know there’s a tiny beauty mark on the underside?”
There was no answer, just heavy breathing.
Hua Cheng cupped Xie Lian’s balls with his free hand, brushing the finger pads between his legs, completely intoxicated by the sight of his husband soft and cute cock swelling with power to become his tastiest treat.
Up… And down…
“Look, gege, at first, it’s so shy…”
And up… And down again. A gleaming rosy pearl in a tan collet.
“…but once it gets comfortable, it’s very eager…”
“San Lang! Stop playing with it!”
Hua Cheng kissed Xie Lian’s inner thigh and blew on the balls, now almost smooth as the cock filled up to half-hardness. He rubbed it against his cheek, delighting in the warmth, and licked his lips and sucked it in.
Now Xie Lian looked thoroughly embarrassed. He grasped the sheets and whimpered, as Hua Cheng ran the tip of his tongue between the head and foreskin, tickling the slit.
“San Lang… More, please…”
Of course. Anything His Highness wants, he gets.
Hua Cheng tucked his hair behind his ear and swallowed the cock to the base with a sweet moan. Nobody could tell who was enjoying this act of worship more: Xie Lian, arching his back and uselessly begging “please, please, please”, or Hua Cheng, drowning in his voice that never failed to fog with head with reverence and pure desire to please.
It didn’t take long, with all the teasing and Hua Cheng’s skills. With a loud, wanton groan, Xie Lian spilled into his mouth, blessing Hua Cheng with his divine taste.
The Ghost King narrowed his eye and slowly pulled off, sitting down cross-legged. Xie Lian laid before him, naked, flushed, with a happy smile on his lips.
“Perfect in any state, gege,” he smiled, and then caressed Xie Lian’s hip, making him shiver from oversensitivity, “especially like this.”