🔞 [Fic] moving parts inside of me (Heaven Official's Blessing)
- Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
- Pairing: Hua Cheng/Xie Lian
- Tags: Smut, Fluff
- Word-Count: 1192
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2020-12-09
- Disclaimer: I do not own 天官赐福 by 墨香铜臭 and make no profit from this—it is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
Hua Cheng gets fucked.
Notes:
I am sorry.
Work Text:
Hua Cheng chokes when the cock first pushes into him. Literally, because Dianxia's hand is tight around his neck, squeezing until Hua Cheng can't breathe. The hand eases its grip a little when the dick is finally fully sheathed within him and he groans quietly. There's a part of him that wonders how he got here; there's always going to be a tiny part of him that can't understand it. Him, lying on the bed with Dianxia above him, inside of him. It makes no sense.
Xie Lian shifts and the movement causes the dick inside Hua Cheng to shift as well. Hua Cheng hisses, his toes curling in the sheets. He does his best to stay still, to stay unmoving the way that Dianxia told him to.
The hand on his neck squeezes again and Hua Cheng can't breathe.
That's okay. Breathing is overrated. Dianxia can squeeze all he likes, Hua Cheng loves the feeling of his warm hand around his neck. "Okay?" Dianxia asks, a hitch to his voice that makes Hua Cheng grin.
Dianxia's grip eases a little so he can answer, but he still has to wheeze out, "Absolutely wonderful."
Dianxia smiles at that. His smile is so pretty; the way his eyes light up, the way his lips curl, the way his breath hitches a little in his throat. Dianxia is the prettiest person Hua Cheng has ever seen, and he doesn't understand how everyone misses it. How can one not love Xie Lian?
It's incomprehensible.
Dianxia sits up, his cock starting to move out of him and letting go of Hua Cheng's throat in the process. Hua Cheng frowns as he watches Xie Lian move around until he's sitting with his legs below him. Then Dianxia pulls on him, Hua Cheng's legs on either side of his hips. Hua Cheng gets pulled a good half-meter down the bed, his lower body rising to lay on Dianxia's lap. The movement shoves Dianxia's dick in as far as it can go and Hua Cheng keens. His eyes clench shut, his head tilted back and his fingers squeezing the mattress tightly. He hears a soft huff above him and feels the need to look.
But his body is frozen. He stays in his place, his shoulders and head bearing the brunt of his weight. His feet hit the mattress and he's not sure what he wants to do. Push himself away from the cock that is still pressing against his prostate? Or just stay here like this until he's undone? His legs are trembling and he can't get any leverage.
He's not sure how long it took to get to this point. Hours, probably.
He doesn't want to move.
Dianxia shifts and Hua Cheng wonders how he got here. Here, with his beloved Xie Lian's cock in him. Here, in a softly lit bedroom. Here, with Xie Lian smiling softly at him, that beautiful way he does when he's discovered something delightful.
"Ah..." Hua Cheng lets it out. Dianxia smiles wider, his eyes so sparkly that Hua Cheng feels blinded. When did he open his eyes again? He can't tell and it doesn't matter. Not when Xie Lian looks like that, when he looks at Hua Cheng like that. His own breath leaves him and his feet slide on the bed behind Dianxia again. He's waiting; waiting for Dianxia to move, to say something, to decide he's no good after all.
Dianxia grips his hips. His fingers slide gently over the skin, sparking a fire in their wake. Hua Cheng, as much as he wants to, can't keep his head up. It falls back on the bed, his eyes landing somewhere on the wall above the head of the bed.
His entire body is trembling. His chest shudders with every breath he takes. His toes tingle, his fingers drawing claw marks in the bedding. His eyes are misty, his dick so hard it hurts. His stomach burns, a vicious slow-building heat scorching him from the inside out. Dianxia's fingers gently sweep over his skin down to his back. They curl, the nails digging into his muscle, and Hua Cheng spasms. "Uhn..." escapes his tightlaced control. He feels like he's floating, like every part of him is narrowed down to the point where Dianxia's nails are dragging at his skin. It's too much. It's not nearly enough.
The fingers move again. Hands grip his waist tightly and squeeze, Hua Cheng's breath leaving him with it. He gulps, feeling his thighs quake. "There we go," Dianxia mumbles. Then he lifts Hua Cheng up, his hands sliding further up his back as Hua Cheng rises.
Then Hua Cheng is sitting on Xie Lian's lap.
The dick is still nestled deep within him. Sitting on it, with gravity pulling him down, Hua Cheng wonders if he can choke on it. It certainly feels like it.
Xie Lian says something. It takes him a moment before the words penetrate the haze that has settled over his thoughts, "You are so beautiful," Dianxia says. His voice is low and hoarse, and there's a lilt to it that Hua Cheng recognizes. It's the one that means Dianxia can't believe he's real. Hua Cheng puts his arms around Dianxia, unable to keep himself from hugging him. Xie Lian deserves all the hugs, and Hua Cheng is on a personal mission to give them. Every hug in the universe should belong to Dianxia, and Hua Cheng will never stop hugging him until there are no more hugs to give. And that day will never come.
He squeezes Dianxia tightly, feeling Xie Lian trembling below him. Pressing his forehead to the place where Dianxia's neck meets his shoulder, Hua Cheng embraces him with everything in him. He waits, and sure enough, Xie Lian finally starts to properly move.
It could be for hours. It could be minutes. Hua Cheng can't tell, and he doesn't care to. His entire sense of existence is narrowed down to where his body connects with Xie Lian. Everything else is superfluous. His body clenches around the cock in him, desperate to keep it locked inside. He doesn't want to let go, doesn't want Dianxia to realize that he doesn't need Hua Cheng after all.
He wants to stay here, with Dianxia, for as long as he'll let him.
Hua Cheng feels the orgasm building. Slow, unbearably slow, because Xie Lian is never rough with him. His head presses harder against Xie Lian's shoulder and he mouths at every inch of skin he can touch. The warmth of a living person, of Dianxia, is scorching. He wants... he wants so many things.
When he comes, he shakes. For a moment, he's not aware of anything at all. Everything, all of it, is narrowed down to the pleasure washing over him, to the sound Dianxia makes when he comes inside of him, to the heat spreading in him. Hua Cheng thinks maybe he blacks out; that's fine. Because when he wakes up, Dianxia is right there above him, smiling uncertainly and softly brushing his fingers through Hua Cheng's hair.
The warmth that surrounds him is breathtaking.
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