Hua Hua You Long - Volume SS - Chapter 1

Warning: adult content

Lu Cang dismounted and lead his horse into the stall. It was the emperor's birthday and he had spent a good portion of the night laughing and feasting and watching the concubines dance, only leaving the main palace's sprawling dining hall hours after the sun had set.

 Outside the palace walls, the streets were winding down after a long day of celebration and festivities, mothers calling barefooted children back in and blowing out the candles, businessmen packing up after a day of peddling their wares. The night was cool and breezy, and Lu Cang strolled to his chambers, intent on getting a good night's worth of wine induced sleep. Jing was probably enjoying himself somewhere in the harem, that pervert...

His quarters were dark and Lu Cang fumbled with his boots for quite some time before managing to get them off, then cracked his back with a grunt and moved to light a lantern.

As soon as the dim light filled his room, a white clothed hand shot up from the bed and grabbed him by the waist, yanking him down onto the mattress with considerable force. Lu Cang didn't have the time to cry out before Jing climbed to straddle his hips, planting a fierce, almost violent, kiss on his wine sweetened lips.

"Mm...ah, damnit--" Lu Cang scarcely managed to articulate between Jing viciously sucking on his lips.

"Damn what?" Jing whispered, not bothering to hold back a soft chuckle before he resumed vacuuming himself onto Lu Cang's lips, pressing his tongue in and exploring every cavity of Lu Cang's mouth. His fingers were entangled in Lu Cang's hair, then stroking his cheeks, then moving down his bare neck and into the V shaped opening of his robes, sinfully pushing apart the cloth without bothering to unknot his belt.

"Mnhh!!" Lu Cang jolted as Jing's fingers flitted across his sensitive navel, his back arching upwards and causing his robes to fall to the side, revealing a smooth, honey tanned shoulder. In a usual display of defiance, he propped his hands against Jing's torso and attempted to push him off, but Jing diligently continued his quest, one hand idly playing with Lu cang's hair while the other hand slyly slid over the expanse of his exposed top half.

After some futile struggling, Lu Cang tore his head to the side, breaking the kiss with a soft grunt.

"Damn you!...what are you doing here? I want to sleep!"

"To see you ah, why so unhappy? If you want to sleep, you can sleep with me." Unsurprisingly unfazed, Jing moved his head down to suck on Lu Cang's neck, intent on leaving some marks on his bandit's skin.

"Don't you have some new...presents..to play with? Quickly leave!" Every year, lords of surrounding kingdoms would send gifts of precious stones, livestock, servants and women as an acknowledgement of the Datong empire's superiority. This year was no different and Lu Cang could not pretend he didn't see the large convoy of gift bearers entering the palace gates that morning.

"Haven't gotten my present from you...", Jing's hand stole lower still, sliding up Lu Cang's clothed thigh and underneath his outer robes, resolutely pressing towards the area between his legs.

" I have nothing for you! Quickly get los-- Ah!" Lu Cang called out in shock when Jing suddenly groped his sex through his thin cloth pants. Despite having his virginity quite tragically torn apart by Jing a few years prior, Lu Cang was still anything but an expert when it came to bed play - after all, Jing was always the one to start everything and finish everything.

"Who asked you to be so distracting --"

Lu Cang brushes his robes aside and takes his seat at the banquet table, quite a number of seats away from Jing, who nods quietly in acknowledgement.

Jing's mouth continued downwards, licking, sucking, nipping at Lu Cang's collarbones, then down some more, into the shallow ridge at the center of his chest.

The food is plenty and the entertainment lively. Lu Cang takes a sip of wine and licks a stray droplet from his lips; Jing resolutely tears his eyes from the sight and resumes conversation with the head of staff.

"Ah..you bastard...", Lu Cang shuddered as the emperor's lips brushed past the sensitive protrusions on his chest, hands haphazardly unknotting his belt and ripping his trousers off.

The air was ablaze with music and chatter and Lu Cang pulled his collar slightly open to cool himself. Jing's breath hitches at the sight of an angular, tanned collarbone peeking out from beneath the man's upper robes, and does not remove his gaze even as he calls for another round of wine.

Lu Cang's body was strong and toned, quivering ever so slightly with his every touch. Jing gently pressed on the soft flesh of Lu Cang's inner thigh, the place where the emperor's name was burnt into his skin.

Lu Cang squirms uncomfortably on the chair, readjusting himself before downing another cup of wine and laughing with the crowd. Images from the previous night flood Jing's mind and he suddenly knows the source of his lover's discomfort.

" All your fault..." Jing breathed softly, leaning forward to plant a soft, sweet kiss on Lu Cang's plumped lips, one hand idly entangled in his hair while the other hand slipped lower still, across the stomach and down the plane of his abdomen, between the intimate cleft of his buttocks, nudging, searching....

Drunk warriors and scholars meander out of the dining hall, but the banquet is still going at near full force, the half drunk yelling and repeatedly drinking to the empire and the emperor's health. The residual sensations from the previous night tease across Jing's skin, flipping all his switches and filling his head with images of Lu Cang's soft hair, his arched back, spread thighs and pliant body, lost in the estacy of lovemaking, crying out his name ever so softly. Consciously keeping his lower half hidden, Jing makes a hasty getaway through the back door of the dining hall, instead instructing Zheng to take his place while he struggles to subdue his desire.

A slender finger found Lu Cang's entrance, poking and prodding before squeezing its way into his body. The intrusion was anticipated but he still felt immensely uncomfortable, and having never really gotten used to the feeling of being penetrated, he voiced his discomfort in a high whine, clamping his legs shut as much as he could and bending his knees in an attempt to halt the man's actions. The finger was invasive and unwelcome, and its presence made cold sweat pour from Lu Cang's skin, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes.

"We've done it so many times...why are you still like this?" Jing sighed and brushed the hair away from his lover's face. Lu Cang was nowhere near as attractive as he was, but he was beautiful in his own way, with his kiss reddened lips and glossy eyes and flushed cheeks; tall, strong and fierce but so, so vulnerable as soon as Jing so much as laid a finger on him.

A second finger pushed its way in, followed by a third, gently twisting and thrusting, slowly coaxing its victim apart. Jing's palm pressed against Lu Cang's inner thigh, gradually forcing his tense legs away from each other, revealing his lightly trembling hole and the fingers that slid in and out of it. Lu Cang turned his head away in shame, covering his eyes with his hands.

"... Let me see your face." Jing fumbled to pry his lover's hands away and kissed him softly again, feeling his shaky breath and soft whimpers on his skin. Sex had always been difficult for Lu Cang. He loved Jing more than anything but that did not erase all the suffering he had gone through under his hands, every touch combined pleasure with dread, reminding him of the terrors of being tied and pinned, screaming, begging, bleeding...

But he submitted anyway, losing himself in euphoria and going delirious from the pleasure that would follow. He forced his body to relax as Jing shuffled to move between his legs, nudging his thighs further apart. His breath hitched as Jing retracted his fingers and undid his belt, positioning the head of his cock at Lu Cang's pink, open entrance.

He bent down pushed in slowly, reveling in the feeling of Lu Cang's heat slowly enveloping him and then started to thrust shallowly, gradually going deeper and deeper as Lu Cang got used to the foreign object in his body.

Jing gripped Lu Cang's hips with both hands and hoisted his abdomen off the mattress, driving his cock all the way in and hitting that spot inside the bandit's body. Lu Cang instantly tightened around him and arched almost completely off the bed, letting out a high moan as intense pleasure spiked to his head.

Jing knew his lover's body better than he knew his palace.

Lu Cang writhed desperately, meeting Jing's every thrust. His black hair pooled around him like satin and his eyes were hazy with need, hands helplessly grasping at the sheets next to his head and kiss-swollen lips letting slip a little voice, calling out his lover's name.

......

The two laid in a panting heap for awhile, covered by Jing's flowing robes before Jing pushed himself up and started wiping himself clean with a silk cloth while Lu Cang struggled to recuperate, sprawled out in the middle of a pile of messy white sheets.

The few rounds of lovemaking completely exhausted him. He had to struggle to keep up with Jing, barely clinging on to consciousness as he was repeatedly brought to climax at the nimble touches of the emperor. His hole had been worked soft and was hanging slightly open, the semen that Jing had emptied into him slowly flowing out and pooling in a sticky puddle in the crevice between the bedsheets and his buttocks.

Jing removed his outer robes before wiping the fluids off Lu Cang's soiled and almost limp body with a damp cloth.

"... Don't look at me like that, do you want to get it up again?" Jing threw the cloth aside and stared at Lu Cang's eyes, hazy in the afterglow of sex.

"Like what? We just --- you bastard!" Lu Cang's voice progressed from a weak accusation to a loud insult. He jerked off the bed in an attept to hit Jing but immediately slumped back down in resignation as a sharp ache shot up his spine, "ah... Can you... pass me my pants?" He gestured in the the vague direction of the pile of folded under robes on a chair.

"What pants? You don't need pants." Jing pulled out the blanket from below Lu Cang and threw it over him before slinking lecherously underneath it as well, ignoring Lu Cang's protests.

"But you're wearing pants!"

"I'm the emperor. If you're cold you can ask me to help you." He intonated suggestively and patiebtly waited as the long procession of vulgarities from Lu Cang slowly quieted into incoherent mutters.

He shuffled closer to Lu Cang's naked body, pulling his lover closer and into his bosom. He felt the warm skin against his chest and the soft, tired breaths against his neck, and he tightened his hold on the person in his arms, unwilling ever to let go.

.....

"Lord Lu, Lord Lu...," Xiao Guizi knocked on the door of the marquis's quarters, minutes after he had discovered the royal bed empty and unslept in. After the first time he made a ruckus over the disappearance of the emperor, it became protocol to check the Marquis's house.

An irritated voice from the other side of the door, " Lord Lu is busy now. I will make my way to court myself."

Xiao Guizi almost wet his pants when he heard His Majesty's well-projected voice although he had heard it many times before. He hastily bowed repeatedly at the closed door," Yes, your majesty."

Jing laid back down on the bed and slung an arm over a slumbering Lu Cang's shoulder, and waited for the sun to rise.

End