Chapitre 46: Impossible heat (18+)
A terrible itch assaulted Yu Yanlin's body. His brows were scrunched up, his lips red from biting. Zhang Wang's hands were on his hips, and he was terribly aware of each span of skin that pressed flush against the cultivator as it left a feverish imprint.
He was on his knees on the bed, his height perfectly allowing Zhang Wang access to his sensitive chest. Nothing was worst that his cock, which strained so desperately without any attention. And when his chest was teased, a tingly heat traveled from the delicate bud all the way to his neglected groin.
Heat climbed with each gentle touch, each tug, each pull. Zhang Wang traced delicate lines into the small of his back, fingertips feathering on the jut of his spine, and it was enough to draw an embarrassing whine out of his lips. Yu Yanlin's hands were trembling, finding leverage on Zhang Wang's shoulders. His fingernails dug in, forming small crescents into Zhang Wang's honeyed skin.
The distant promise of a reward lingered vaguely in his mind. The only thing that kept his arms tense and still, not reaching downward to give the member the attention it so desperately needed.
"Zhang Wang," Yanlin gasped. The soft tongue flicked the tender bud before teeth bit down. "Zhang Wang!" His chest was getting more sensitive by the moment, and his restraint was stretched dangerously thin.
Zhang Wang finally pulled away; satisfaction bloomed on his face as he looked at the two swollen nubs, beautifully red against his pale skin. He thumbed over Yu Yanlin's erect little nipple and delighted in the tremble that traveled all over Yu Yanlin's body.
"Zhang Wang…" The eyes that looked down at him were blue and glassy. Zhang Wang felt his own erection fill.
"I like how you say my name," he grinned at the demon that hovered over him, drinking in the sights of Yu Yanlin's needy expression. A small chuckle left his lips. Being cruel and teasing was indeed too entertaining. But he couldn't be mean forever. There was still that reward he promised, and Zhang Wang wasn't the type to go back on his word, especially not in bed.
"Okay, okay, you've done well," he singsonged, finally reaching down and circling his fingers around Yanlin's erection. The member was hot in his hold, jumping as more blood rushed through it.
Yu Yanlin hissed at the sudden contact; the feeling was so sharp and intense after being teased and deprived it was almost painful. But after the first gutting surge of stimulation passed, he thrust his hips into Zhang Wang's hand, hoping that the friction would finally send that tantalizing buzz to climax.
"Don't rush," Zhang Wang laughed, his hold coming loose, which incited another complaining whine out of Yu Yanlin's lips, "I did say I would reward you, you know?"
He shuffled underneath Yu Yanlin before flipping their position. With a thump, Yu Yanlin allowed himself to be thrown onto the bed back against the sheets and legs folded, parted just enough for Zhang Wang to comfortably settle in between.
The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms grinned, sly. He then lowered his head down onto Yu Yanlin's length. The demon king gasped, surprised when a soft tongue caressed the tip of his cock. Zhang Wang's hot mouth enveloped around him.
A musky, salty taste tickled Zhang Wang's tongue. It wasn't as repulsive as he expected, and he was quick to lower his head down on the demon's cock. But he choked, unable to hold back his gag reflex and keep his jaw opened, sparing Yu Yanlin from his teeth. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and Zhang Wang coughed, forcing himself to pull away before trying again.
Yu Yanlin was dizzy. He'd had plenty of skillful men and women service him before. Still, there was something fascinating about the way the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms was trying so hard to fight the entirety of Yu Yanlin's length down his inexperienced mouth.
"You…don't have to." Yu Yanlin's voice was airy, melting from lazy pleasure.
"..." Zhang Wang was a little disappointed his own lackluster cock-sucking skills, but that didn't mean he was going to give up easily. His lips came away from the tip of Yanlin's length with a wet popping sound. He looked up and seeing Yu Yanlin's questioning gaze, he responded with a grin.
With one hand, he took ahold of that long throbbing member and pressed a row of kisses down its length, one lower than the other. He continued lower until he was nibbling the skin of Yu Yanlin's sack. A sharp hiss encouraged him to spend more time at the base of Yu Yanlin's dick, kissing and sucking he enveloped the testicle in his hot, soft mouth.
Yu Yanlin let out a long sigh. Zhang Wang continued lower, kissing and licking the underside of his scrotum and then pressing into the demon king's perineum. A confused little whine answered his ministrations, but there was no protest. He kneaded the soft flesh there, before reaching down to feather around the tight ring of muscles.
Yu Yanlin held his breath with expectation. Zhang Wang laughed against the junction between Yanlin's inner thigh and his groin. He then tilted back and pressed his tongue against Yu Yanlin's sphincter.
"Ah!? What are you…That…!" Yu Yanlin's body flushed red. His legs came up with a jolt. Zhang Wang hummed and continued to tease the tight entrance with his tongue, slathering it up with his saliva. Yu Yanlin was wrought with embarrassment, moan mixing with little shameful mewls, "You shouldn't… that place is filthy."
"No, it's cute." Zhang Wang nudged it with his thumb, pressing down to help the demon relax. "You're feeling good, aren't you?"
"..." Yu Yanlin was, for the first time in his entire life, too embarrassed to answer. But he couldn't disagree either, because that would be a lie. He expected Zhang Wang to continue, but the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms pulled back, brow raised.
"Well? Are you feeling good or no? Should I continue?" He asked, insistent on a clue answer.
Yu Yanlin drew in a sharp breath, his chest trembled. Fingers fisted into the sheets below. Slowly he relaxed his thighs and spread his legs down further, revealing himself more. Zhang Wang's eyes danced with delight. The demon's voice was slightly trembling, "Please…continue."
Encouraged with permission, Zhang Wang eagerly lowered his head back down, tonguing and sucking on the bloom of Yu Yanlin's entrance. He teased it until the muscles went soft, allowing his tongue to penetrate paste the yielding ring.
Yu Yanlin groaned, back arcing slighting off the bed, hips raised and pressing against Zhang Wang's face.
He was so needy. So cute. Zhang Wang rewarded the demon's eagerness by slipping his finger into the hungry little hole. It sank right in without resistance, and soon he was about to add another, and another, and he used his other hand as well to pry the secret place open.
Zhang Wang pulled his face away, his eyes hungrily drinking in the way Yu Yanlin laid beneath him, chest heaving and legs splayed apart, his entrance worked open with Zhang Wang's long fingers and cock straining and hard.
Zhang Wang's dick throbbed in response and was terribly eager to enter. But not yet. He pulled his fingers away. The loss of sensation startled the demon king. A frustrated whine came out of his chest in reaction. "Not yet," Zhang Wang chided and pulled out his trusty bottle of lube.
Yu Yanlin glared at it with narrowed eyes, "Forget that. Just hurry up and come inside already."
Zhang Wang felt his mind go momentarily numb from arousal. He shook himself out of his stupor and scolded the wanton beast that laid beneath him, "Don't say that, you'll end up getting hurt."
"I don't care."
"But I do," He leveled his eyes against Yu Yanlin's glare. It was cute how his expressions were brought out so vividly in times like this. Zhang Wang began to work a healthy helping of lubricant into Yu Yanlin's relaxed entrance. The demon's inner walls were searing hot, and Zhang Wang was dying to enter him. It was Yu Yanlin who lost his patience first, reaching down and yanking Zhang Wang's hand away.
"I said to hurry…" He grumbled, arcing his chest up in a show of his eagerness.
Zhang Wang grinned and teased, "If that's what His Majesty desires--"
An annoyed hiss. And their positions were flipped a second time. Zhang Wang's back hit the bed as dizziness fogged up his thoughts; the effects of alcohol still fogging up his mind. He blinked, a little confused, but when his vision sharpened, he was stunned by the sight about him.
Yu Yanlin was straddled over him, hips hovering just above Zhang Wang's own. His hand reached down, wrapping around Zhang Wang's cock and lining it up with the puckered entrance.
"Wait--" He blinked stupidly, but Yu Yanlin didn't listen. The smile on his lips was both mirthful and oddly soft. And in one single motion, he sat down on Zhang Wang's cock, saddling all the way down to the base.
An embarrassing cry came out of Zhang Wang's lips, impossible heat squeezed around him, so suddenly it was painful.
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