Hua Hua You Long - Volume SS - Chapter 8

Warning: adult content

Xiao Guizi sighed irritably as a few chattering maidservants scuttled past him. 

"Ah....morning court... It cannot be..."

They looked about in confusion, all the while holding on to dusters and a fresh set of bed sheets. Xiao Guizi rolled his ryes and turned to them,

"What's going on? Shouldn't you two be cleaning the Emperor's quarters?"

The maidservants hurried towards the otherside of the manor and gestured vaguely towards the bedroom entrance, a look of wonder and mild terror on their faces,

"His Majesty is inside. Can't clean now."

"What nonsense, I personally saw His Majesty to the morning court hours ago."

He snatched the sheets out of their hands and headed to the Royal Quarters, making a note to reallocate them to another manor. Serving the Emperor was a privilege for only the best. There was no room for slacking off. Xiao Guizi sighed and pushed open the bedroom door with his elbow. This wasn't his job, but the poor workaholic perfectionist had to have everything ready for whenever the Emperor chose to return. Humming a happy tune to himself, he assessed the room, scanning for anything that needed replacement. 

Everything was in pristine condition, just the way it should be -- vases of fine porcelain shined and cleaned, wardrobe well dusted, bed to be made -- good heavens!! Xiao Guizi's tune came to a screeching halt at the back of his throat. A long stream of smooth dark hair flowed along the creases of the silken sheets and his eyes traced them to the source -- a lump hidden underneath the blankets, completely inconspicuous if not for the long hair.

It was true! His Majesty... His Majesty...

"Apologies to His Majesty! Xiao Guizi has been mistaken..."

The poor servant trembled in fear -- not only was it an offense worthy of death to enter without permission, he had failed in his duty to ensure the royal Quarters had been refined before the Emperor's return.

The figure under the blankets stirred at the sudden noise. From his kneeling position on the floor, Xiao Guizi stared with wide eyes as the lump shifted briefly before falling back into stillness, revealing the back of a supple shoulder that peeked out of the sheets almost seductively. The small patch of skin that was visible was the colour of warm honey, as if the person had been blessed by the caresses of the sun all their life. 

.......

"Lu Cang."

The person in question raised his eyebrows. Jing very rarely called him that, it was usually ridiculous variations of his name. 

"That is what you are listed as in the official records. Clearly it is incorrect, it should be Xuan Yuan --"

"No."

Jing was crouched suspiciously in his spacious Imperial bed, pouring over some documents casually. The curtains were layered with beautifully embroidered silk which fluttered lovingly in the caresses of the wind. A light fragrance permeated the sprawling quarters, making anyone who entered feel at ease. Jing had ordered an eunuch to fetch Lord Lu from the Marquis's residence in the middle of the evening and Lu Cang knew this was the last place he'd feel at ease in.

He walked about the heavily carved dresser and sunk into a chair before pinning his gaze on the beautiful man.

"What do you want? Finding me at this hour..."

"Thought about you all day. Can't leave my quarters. It's up."

Lu Cang suddenly felt nauseas at hearing those words. Not one to hide his emotions,

"I want to vomit all over your face."

Jing shifted his deadpan gaze to the bright red Lu Cang and adamantly resisted the urge to voice what he wanted to do all over the little bandit's face. The last time it happened was at Tonghua Tower and he knew Lu Cang was still deeply traumatized about it up to this day. Jing wisely chose to remain silent and employ some other more subtle techniques instead. 

Wearing the most lackadaisical of expressions, he dragged his eyes all over Lu Cang, mentally pulling free his hair and peeling the robes off his firm body layer by layer. Clearly disconcerted by Jing's salacious gaze, Lu Cang shifted in his seat and turned his head in the opposite direction, clumsily attempting to prevent that bastard person from entering his field of vision. As if Jing would let him succeed. 

"What, not satisfied with my hospitality?" 

Lu Cang suddenly found an infuriatingly smug face right in front of him.

"You--"

He was cut off by a hand that shot straight to the area below his belt and could do nothing but silently sit as the pressure suddenly shot to his head, causing his whole face to turn red. But his state only served to amuse Jing.

"I, what?"

The hand started to knead and rub and Jing shamelessly pressed his other thumb onto Lu Cang's shy lips, coaxing them apart and pulling the bottom lip down into a lewd pout.  The feeling of Lu Cang's hot breath on his hand made Jing feel ridiculously aroused and he stuck a knee between Lu Cang's legs, this time using his hands to touch his lover through his clothes. Slender fingers traced past a firm chest and dipped into the collar of Lu Cang's robes, slowly pulling them open until they slid off his shoulder and hung from his waist. 

Lu Cang looked absolutely devourable, blushing bright red and partially undressed. His lips remained soft and open for taking, but Jing decided to prolong the teasing and concentrated on the other parts of his body. Caught off guard, Lu Cang was thrown lightly into the bed, landing face down on the soft mattress. Before he could flip himself around, Jing pressed a hand on his back and trapped him between the mattress and Jing's own body. He could feel the desire of the other man through layers of clothing and shuddered at the sensation -- he hated this position because it left him extremely vulnerable, unable to do anything to ease the pressure in his lower body and also unable to punch the bastard without dislocating a shoulder. The only way out was to try and crawl away, but Jing always made him regret attempting that. 

So he lay there with a furious storm above his head as Jing all but tore his remaining clothes off, exposing his entire body in a few swift movements. It didn't take long for a dextrous finger to find its way between his thighs and into that intimate cleft. His buttocks were spread wide apart, revealing the pink little hole at the centre. Lu Cang trembled as the cold air touched his most secretive area. Jing took his own sweet time drinking in the sight, making Lu Cang immensely uncomfortable at being exposed in such a vulgar way. He wriggled irritably on the mattress but Jing , unsurprisingly, chose to take it the other way,

"So excited for me?" He smirked as Lu Cang immediately froze.

"G-Go to hell!" 

He shifted his grasp to Lu Cang's limber waist positioned his erection at the entrance he constantly lusted after. The body beneath him immediately tensed at the feeling of his hard weapon poking at it and Lu Cang almost screamed in pain when Jing pushed the tip into his dry and tight hole. 

"Stop squeezing!"

But the agony was unbearable. All his muscles contracted and shuddered involuntarily and cold sweat immediately covered his skin. Tears filled his eyes and he felt something inside him stretch to its limit, a hair's breadth away from breaking. 

"Jing...don't..."

Ignoring his pleas, Jing shifted around slightly and reapplied pressure to that area, trying to push in further.

"DON'T!" 

A panicked scream tore through the room and Jing quickly pulled himself out -- Lu Cang's heart was beating in an erratic mess, thrown off course by hysteria.

"It really hurts... "

Jing ran his hands along his lover's back to calm him -- he had no intention of hurting Lu Cang again and on hindsight, trying to enter him without preparation was not the best way to start. He slowly flipped the prone body to face him and held Lu Cang's face in his hands, studied his face as he waited for him to relax again. 

As soon as he felt Lu Cang's breathing even out and his body melt back into the bed, Jing leaned down to kiss him, but Lu Cang turned his head away, still shaken by the ordeal. More than a little disappointed, Jing pressed his lips onto the side of the tanned neck instead, and held it there for a prolonged period of time, quietly reassuring his lover. Slowly, a pair of timid arms circled his upper back and rested there, the weight naturally pulling Jing lower and closer to that desirable body, forgiving and welcoming. Their heat mingled in salacious tendrils and enveloped the both of them -- Jing's hands again wandered lower, casting spells of pleasure on every patch of skin he touched. He could feel Lu Cang moaning softly in his throat, hesitant and almost inaudible but arousing all the same. 

Lu Cang parted his thighs slightly when he felt Jing's fingers start to slowly nudge their way into his flesh. That place still felt more sensitive than usual from the last ill-conceived attempt.

"Alright?"

"Mm..."

The reply came in a soft hum that quickly got lost in the vastness of the bedchamber. As if handling the most precious object in the universe, Jing carefully stretched Lu Cang open bit by bit, all the while curbing the desire that burned in his lower body. 

......

Lu Cang's heat was soft and tempting and buried deep inside that secret place made Jing feel as if Lu Cang's body had been molded to him only-- it was his to see, his to touch, and his to hold. 

And he likewise gave himself to Lu Cang, the hidden treasure of an arrogant bandit king he found by fluke so far away from home. Through the countless beds he had graced, his heart had always been reserved for that one really vulgar marquis.

His motions were slow and controlled this time, pushing in and drawing out in single fluid motions. His breathing was deep and steady, perfectly paced with Lu Cang's pleasured gasps. He felt the body below him tighten for a split second before Lu Cang climaxed into his hand with a soft grunt. His insides twitched in the aftermath of the intense sensation and Jing followed shortly after, emptying his seed right inside Lu Cang.

Content as he was, Lu Cang couldn't help but feel a little disgusted at the feeling of the hot liquid flowing around his insides when Jing had yet to pull out. 

"Jing...can you..." he vaguely gestured for Jing to remove himself.

Smirking widely, Jing moved his hips, but in a completely different way than what Lu Cang had requested,

"... You don't even have to ask..."

And so began their extremely long night.

Lu Cang's body was overflowing with the fluids Jing had repeatedly dumped into him and they leaked out even as his entrance was plugged by that forever ravenous emperor, dripping down his thighs in copious amounts and leaving translucent white stains on his skin.

......

Xiao Guizi had never been one for guessing games, but what ever the case, that was most definitely not His Majesty lying in His Majesty's imperial bed. Suddenly realizing who that person was, he hurriedly gathered the bundle of bedsheets into his hands and backed out of the room. He called for all the servants to stay out of the Royal Quarters and forced the strange occurrence from of his memory-- what ever His Majesty did in his quarters was truly none of his business.

He shuddered and walked away, shaking his head and cursing his luck. He neither wanted nor needed to know the details of their relationship. 

......end.....