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Lan Sizhui is a cultivator from Ancient China, where he spent most of his time hunting monsters, ghosts, spirits, et cetera and so forth. He has an extremely calm and refined exterior, his appearance is dignified, but he's usually seen with a faint smile.
He is a Good Boy and will likely try to befriend anyone, even if they're not too friendly themselves.
It may sound like the same thing a lot of people are saying, but I would like to finish the game here, however necessary, and perhaps finally get to go back home.
I'm well-versed in sword-fighting, martial arts, horseback riding, archery, playing the guqin, cooking, gardening. I could list many more things, although I think that's a pretty broad enough list of some things I enjoy doing.
Ah, well, perhaps meditating too?
I've read too many books to choose just one. I've not seen many movies, but if I had to pick one out of the few I have, I would go with Strange Magic. Besides my own, perhaps piano music? Jazz and classical are also top-tier choices. As for food choices... as long as it's edible, I'm not all that picky.
People who aren't going to judge if my shape changes? Because that's a thing that happens at the end of every month.
Oh! I suppose, ah, durable partners would be important.
Wine.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Clowns...?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Both, depending.
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Both. Again, situation depending.
.05 TITS OR ASS
Does this really matter?
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Tea.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Sweet.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Lace.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Yes.
Protagonist: ENFJ-A
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once they've been together for a moment or two, sizhui's gaze downturns, his eyebrows lift with consideration then his cheeks flare at the sight of just how turned on he is; if they aren't careful, he's going to lose himself much more quickly than he'd like. not that he can focus on that for long, what with hua cheng leaning in for another kiss, a groan passing between them once they've come together.
coupled with the well-timed thrusts, the pressure against his neck is yet another sensation that's driving him wild. something that isn't quite choking, but something that puts just the right amount of pressure on his neck to have little dots winking into his vision. whenever hua cheng lets up, his eyes readjust and he's locking his attention on hua cheng's face again, watching his features for any particular shifts of pleasure as he squeezes his thighs against hua cheng's hips in another show of wanting him to go faster.]
...if I'm really lucky, they don't leave it for a while. [and he hums with delight, shifting so he can pepper sweet little kisses all over hua cheng's mouth.]
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Then I suppose I'd better not leave until you kick me out.
[ hua cheng's other hand, the one not holding the leash, slips up sizhui's side and then along the soft, sensitive skin of his inner bicep, tracing the muscle there all the way to his elbow and then along his forearm until hua cheng can lace their fingers together. he presses their joined hands back onto the mattress near sizhui's head, using the grip as both leverage and another point of contact between them as he begins to thrust a little harder. —or not harder, but in longer strokes, a little faster, as if he can tell that sizhui is purposely edging himself a bit and is happy to help him in that endeavor.
although hua cheng says a lot of things just to say them, what he'd said before was the truth entirely: sizhui is very pretty like this, caught up in the throes of intense pleasure. and for his part, hua cheng is making no effort to conceal any of the expression of pleasure or appreciation that cross his face, although he's naturally less cognizant of his own looks than he is of sizhui's beneath him. ]
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Mmm, I don't think I'll be kicking you out of your own bed, so. [sizhui has to smile faintly at the mere idea; kicking someone out of their own room? absolutely laughable, really.
sizhui is already wriggling slightly whenever hua cheng's hand moves up his side, once it reaches his bicep and moves down to his elbow, he's fighting to actively not tremble while their fingers entwine. his gaze follows the whole way, right up until hua cheng pins the hand near his head, which has him redirecting again, wide eyes staring for a long moment— or at least until hua cheng picks up the pace a bit and has them sinking shut. was he that obvious? ah well, this simply means hua cheng knows what he's doing and that in turn has sizhui trying a little harder to keep himself from peaking too quickly.
while he knows what he looks like now and can (sort of) appreciate it, he's appreciating watching hua cheng's expression again, admiring how he looks during their intimate moment. it prompts him to let his head loll somewhat, his free hand reaching to hua cheng's face, the pad of his thumb tracing across his cheek first then he uses his index finger to trace along the bridge of his partner's nose as he says:] Stunning.
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Ah, I suppose we are in my room, [ he observes. ] In that case, I'd like to keep you here as long as you'll stay.
[ all evening? all night? even all morning so they can have lazy morning sex before sizhui departs? hua cheng doesn't mind any of it. he'll enjoy sizhui's presence for as long as it graces him, although he's not the type to force anyone to stay somewhere they'd rather not linger.
by now, the sex has become deep and hot and indulgent, less about the urgency of chasing orgasm and more about flames slowly being stoked between them, a steady climb towards pleasure. hua cheng's cock moves inside sizhui in steady, intentional strokes, ensuring that the head of it rubs over sizhui's prostate on every opportunity; his skin is flushed all over and glistening with sweat, and wherever he and sizhui touch it feels like hua cheng might be melting. he's in the midst of appreciating the answering flush in sizhui's face when he lifts his free hand to touch hua cheng's face as well.
a brief expression of confusion crosses hua cheng's face, before it's followed by a smile. ]
There's no need for such flattery, [ hua cheng murmurs, his voice warm and rich with amusement and affection. ] It's enough for me that you don't find my appearance terrifying. If you're not careful, you'll inflate my ego.
[ that's a little bit of a joke—mostly because hua cheng is already egotistical. ]
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I'll stay for as long as you'll have me. [yes, that means well into tomorrow morning so they can have sex again. he wouldn't mind that at all, considering, and if hua cheng will have him, he's definitely going to stay for that long.
with how they're going now, sizhui's doing his best to focus on holding the conversation, but whenever hua cheng's dick hits that particular spot, he can't help a pleasured gasp and hiss here or there. at least he's still able to watch as hua cheng works over him, all handsome and flushed, his legs squeezing faintly and the muscles in his lower-half tensing so he can urge hua cheng to continue what he's doing.
at the confused look, his own brow briefly knits with consternation, although it softens when hua cheng explains and he answers,] I wouldn't hand out baseless flattery. [“i'm not allowed to.” that's what he wants to add on but he doesn't want to have to launch into an explanation about it right now, not while they're enjoying each other's company like so.
however, it's sizhui's turn to look a little confused.] Who would find you terrifying? [like it's an obvious thing; hua cheng is good-looking, water is wet, grass is green, et cetera and so forth.] And besides, what's wrong with me inflating your ego a little? [he smiles again, looking far too smug for his own good.] It's only fair that you know the truth.
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Such a sweet little rabbit, [ hua cheng says, because whether or not sizhui is right, he is certainly kind. ] I suppose I can't decline a compliment from someone as lovely as you.
[ shifting slightly, hua cheng drapes himself atop sizhui, pressing their bodies closely together. he draws one knee up under sizhui's thigh, spreading him open a little wider, and adjusts the depth of his strokes so that he's pressing all the way inside on each thrust, his cockhead rubbing insistently over the swollen, tender shape of sizhui's prostate. hua cheng doesn't know how to thank him for his obvious regard, but he does know how to make sizhui feel good, and for the moment that's going to have to do—at least until they're finished and can curl up together and talk in more detail.
right now, though, hua cheng's mind is full of nothing but the pleasure of sizhui under him. how gorgeous he is, his cheeks flushed and throat circled by the leather of the collar. how his hand clutches at hua cheng's where their fingers are laced together and pressed to the mattress. how his breath hitches when something feels good, and how he gets just a little louder the closer he gets to coming. ]
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he somehow manages to look sheepish following that remark, his head tilting slightly so he can return the kisses, then he leans back again to meet hua cheng's gaze when he says,] Good. [and he leaves it at that, hoping it doesn't sound too self-satisfied.
once hua cheng's settled again, he shifts his arms, rests them across his shoulderblades and reaches with both hands to grip onto his shoulders, effectively holding him in place after he's pressed them closer. his eyebrows lift faintly whenever hua cheng's knee moves under his thigh like that, but he realizes pretty quickly what the slight shift in position does and can't help groaning a little louder this time. thank goodness, they don't have to worry about being heard or else sizhui would have something to really be embarrassed about.
sizhui's letting himself get wrapped back up in the pleasure, focusing on it rather than making sure hua cheng accepts his compliment, which means remembering the collar around his neck once more and gods, he's right there and could come at any second— but he doesn't want to. not yet, not when he's reminded of one of the positions hua cheng had mentioned before.] Would you–ah–still be interested in fucking me on my hands and knees?
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[ so, suffice to say that's a yes. hua cheng can read between the lines of the request, though, and so after a moment his thrusts slow, until he pushes into sizhui one last time and then stills completely, spending a moment just to relish the heat and tightness of his body and the incredible physicality of sizhui's chest moving and his skin slick with sweat. he truly is gorgeous, hua cheng thinks as he pulls out—then pauses, glancing down between their bodies as his cock slips free of sizhui so he can get a good look at how pretty and pink and wet his hole is, clenching around nothing.
barely resisting the temptation to reach down and rub his thumb around sizhui's rim, hua cheng instead sits back to make a little room for sizhui to roll over onto his belly and push up onto his hands and knees instead. his grip on the leash is loosened to make the movement easier, but as soon as sizhui is repositioned, hua cheng gently tugs at the collar again as if to remind sizhui of its presence. ]
Tell me when you want it, [ he says, his other hand dropping to hold the base of his cock so he can rub the slick head of it against sizhui's waiting entrance. still, hua cheng withholds it for now, wanting to hear sizhui ask for it before he fucks him again. ]
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this way, he can hold himself steady while hua cheng thrusts into him a final time, breath catching momentarily, though he's quick to exhale once hua cheng's still. his head tilts back, eyes sinking shut, the motion of his own hips slowing until he's also stopped and they're both just lying there, feeling one another. as much as he wants to reach up and touch hua cheng's face again, he resists this time, sighing softly once he starts to pull out then letting out an actual huff after he's left empty; right now would be the perfect time for him to start begging but that isn't even currently a thought in his mind, not while he's trying to focus on what eventually leads up to their switch in position.
with hua cheng giving him the room to do so, sizhui unlocks his legs and carefully shifts, rolling over onto his stomach before lifting up onto his hands and knees, his eyes on the slackened leash the entire time he's moving so that as soon as it's grabbed again, he feels the tug and trembles outright. why try and hide how it feels when it's already clear that he's enjoying it?
“tell me when you want it.” how dare hua cheng somehow make him blush even harder than he already is! he exhales a shaky breath, licks his lips then shifts his hips to grind his ass back on hua cheng's cock, a little smirk playing across his face when he answers,] I want it. [there comes a beat and following a quiet moan, he tacks on:] Please?
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applying just a little bit of pressure, hua cheng lets the head of his cock slip back into sizhui's body, then pulls it out again—teasing utterly without shame, because he knows that sizhui wants more. then another teasing rub around his rim, although it's torturous for hua cheng too, who wants to pin sizhui to the mattress and fuck his brains out. ]
Are you sure? [ he asks, like the bastard he is. ] You don't sound like you want it...
[ it's a transparent attempt to see if sizhui will beg, beyond that pretty little "please" he'd tacked on to the end of his request—but if sizhui is as close to climax as hua cheng thinks he might be, and if he's enjoying the little tugs at the collar enough, hua cheng thinks he might do it. if he does, of course he'll get exactly what he wants. ]
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in this case, it's the way hua cheng barely eases back into him, a tease if sizhui ever felt one, and then he withdraws again, leaving him wanting more. it takes all of his willpower to not whine like a pitiful little thing, but he manages to hold it back (for now) and exhales a slow, measured breath while trying to figure out how he should respond. there are many ways he could answer this, yet he knows exactly what hua cheng wants and he's more than willing to give it to him, especially if it means getting back to business proper-like.]
Hua Cheng . . . [he lets it trail off, breathy and needy-sounding already, his body shifting so he can prop himself onto his elbows instead. his head turns so he can cast a glance back over his shoulder, the pretty curve in his back deepening as he wiggles again, trying to urge hua cheng to keep going.
and if that doesn't work, maybe this will—] Please, Hua Cheng, [he pleads oh-so-softly, redirecting his attention forward once more before he drops his head forward to rest his forehead against the bed between his arms.] I want you to fuck me.
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Eighteen hells, [ hua cheng breathes out with a low laugh. ] Anything you want, xiao baitu—
[ and now it's hua cheng who knows just what sizhui wants. he presses his cock back into sizhui's body in one slow, inexorable slide, leaning forward until his full length is buried inside sizhui, the heat of him, the clutch of muscle sweet and demanding. with one hand against the small of sizhui's back and the other still holding the leash, hua cheng starts to move, slow at first to really let both of them feel it, then faster little by little, picking up the pace and feeling pleasure begin to climb up his spine.
it won't take long like this, hua cheng thinks. sizhui feels and looks and sounds too good, responds too beautifully to pleasure for hua cheng to be able to hold out. but at the very least, he should be able to coax sizhui to orgasm before he himself succumbs to it, to make a very pretty mess of both of them before they're through. ]
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anything he wants, though? while such an offer could be considered dangerous, it's not with someone like lan sizhui who hardly takes an inch when given a mile.
he gasps sharply whenever hua cheng pushes back into him again, biting the inside of his cheek to muffle the groan that follows it, his hips shifting back against hua cheng's until they're completely flush. his left arm shifts, tucking underneath his forehead, the hand grasping at the bedsheets as hua cheng slowly but surely starts moving, slower at first so the full-length motions can really be felt, then a little faster which has his own pleasure starting to peak again as well.
however, coming back around to the other thing that's got him going: the collar. sizhui raises his head just enough to speak, his voice low and still breathy,] Pull harder. [is all he says. he wants to feel what it's like to actually have harder pressure now that he's lost himself a little more and with hua cheng in control of the leash, he knows he can trust the other man without having to worry about things getting out of hand.]
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gods above and devils below, but he looks good like this. even from the back, where hua cheng can't see all the expressions that cross sizhui's face, he can still read pleasure in every line of his body, the arch of his back and the quiver of his thighs. it feeds hua cheng's pleasure in turn, leaving him panting as he fucks sizhui in deep, quick strokes. ]
Ah, hells, [ hua cheng mutters after a moment, and gives in to temptation: keeping one hand taut on the leash, hua cheng loops his other hand under sizhui's body to pull him upward, until he's sitting spread across hua cheng's lap with his back pressed to hua cheng's chest. it gives hua cheng the leverage to fuck sizhui deeper, letting gravity work for him, and also allows him to brace his knees more fully to fuck sizhui deep and hard, determined entirely to get him off before hua cheng gives in to the orgasm threatening to overtake him. ]
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and hua cheng's next motion only makes things better; one hand keeps the leash taut, the other slips underneath his body and lifts him up, making his eyes snap open in surprise at first, yet as he's slowly but surely moved into an upright position, he spreads his knees to give hua cheng more room, crying out whenever the other male fucks him even deeper.
he drops his head forward, panting heavily, one hand pressing between his legs for balance while the opposite hand reaches back to grip hua cheng's hip to encourage him to keep going. it only takes a few more thrusts and with a high-pitched yelp, sizhui's coming hard and fast, his legs shaking almost uncontrollably. thank goodness, hua cheng's keeping him held up or he very well might've collapsed face-first into the mattress, completely spent and looking extremely content.]
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it comes over him in waves, a riptide, a tsunami. hua cheng's arm is tight around sizhui's waist, holding him steady as hua cheng's cock throbs and spills inside him, hot and insistent, twitching with pleasure that quickly becomes oversensitivity. only when most of the intensity has passed does hua cheng finally exhale a long, satisfied groan and rock his hips once or twice more, as if driving home the point: that sizhui is full of hua cheng's come and totally spent, and that hua cheng is a sweaty, satisfied mess of his own. ]
So pretty, [ he murmurs, sounding almost drunk with residual pleasure and smugness. hua cheng's grip on the leash has loosened, making it easier for sizhui to breathe, and he brings his newly freed hand up to press low against sizhui's belly as if he might feel his own cock still buried inside him.
he can't, of course, but he can feel the hot presence of his own spiritual essence, transferred into sizhui's body along with his come. ]
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much as it embarrasses him to admit, he likes being filled up, the heat flooding his backside and spreading throughout him from head to toe, leaving him feeling warm and satiated in equal measures. whenever hua cheng thrusts into him a couple more times, he gasps and shudders, his own sensitivity heightened, the motion something he almost can't believe and the sensation nearly overwhelming. nevertheless, he knows they're both satisfied, which he can't help feeling a little smug about, even if his expression doesn't show it.
actually, speaking of his expression, it shifts into something sheepish as hua cheng compliments him again and somehow, he's more flushed than he was a moment ago, even after all they've been doing. now that he can breathe properly again and isn't seeing stars:] Hua Cheng... [then he's immediately looking down at the hand against his stomach, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips and his eyes sinking shut as he moves one hand to rest across hua cheng's, his fingertips dipping into the spaces between hua cheng's fingers.]
That was absolutely amazing. I think I might've just found one of my new favorite things.
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a ghost king has an infinite supply of stamina and no particular need for rest, but hua cheng can tell that sizhui is exhausted. after a moment, he gently eases sizhui off his cock so they can stretch out together atop the mattress, hua cheng on his back with sizhui drawn close against his side, nudging the damp sheets aside for the time being and allowing their legs to tangle. ]
Have you? [ hua cheng wraps an arm low around sizhui's waist, steady and secure so that sizhui can relax against him. ] Very good. I think I enjoyed doing it to you as much as you enjoyed it being done.
[ his other hand lifts to touch the leather of the collar, as if marveling at how small a thing can earn such a big reaction. ]
Is your throat sore?
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ordinarily, sizhui would have more stamina, but there's something about how long they'd gone mixed with the collar that just has him a little more worn out than he would normally be. while he has a short refractory period, his stamina is likely spent for the moment and he would much prefer curling up beside hua cheng with his head resting against his chest, one arm tucked between them and the other tossed around his partner's midsection, holding him close.]
Mmhmm, [he manages, glancing down at the arm around him, a faint smile upticking his lips at the edges.] Did you? That's good to hear because I would like to do it again.
[sizhui tilts his head ever-so-slightly, giving hua cheng more room to touch the collar, his eyes becoming half-lidded at the gentle gesture.]
Not at all. You did a wonderful job creating something comfortable.
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That sounds like an agreement I would be happy to make, [ he says with a low laugh. it really is turning out that sizhui has a far kinkier side to him than hua cheng had originally given him credit for, and hua cheng is very much enjoying discovering all the little things that make him tick.
like, for example, touching the collar, which has sizhui tilting his head and lidding his eyes like a contented cat being stroked. ]
It really does suit you, [ hua cheng observes. ] I'm proud of myself, for this.
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Perfect, [he murmurs agreeingly, lowering the hand to drift his fingers over hua cheng's chest, over his breastbone and down to his abdomen. sizhui's done pretty well at keeping his kinky side to himself and his partners, which he is proud of, but if anyone had asked, he would openly admit that he's experimented and found things he enjoys; he sees nothing wrong with that and hopes to explore even more with hua cheng, so long as the ghost king is alright with it.
it really is almost like a happy feline. if he were transformed at all, there's a likely chance his animal features would give him away and he wouldn't even mind.]
As you should be. I hope you'll let me hang on to it. [a beat then,] Or would you rather keep it for yourself? I'm fine with that, too.
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I made it for you, [ hua cheng says with a low, endeared laugh. ] It's only right that you keep it.
[ although it isn't exactly like hua cheng was raised with manners, or indeed "raised" at all in the traditional sense of the word, even he knows that it would be poor form indeed to give someone a gift only to take it back. and it is a gift, something for sizhui exclusively, made with him in mind—to hua cheng, it makes no sense that the collar be anywhere other than with its owner. ]
Until the next time we see fit to put it to good use, anyway, [ hua cheng says, leaning down so he can nuzzle against the side of sizhui's neck just above where the leather sits. he rolls them both bodily, grinning as they go, until sizhui is on his back and hua cheng can pin him to the mattress, looking disheveled and delighted as he leans down for another kiss. ]
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[sizhui knows exactly where he'll put it, too. there's a dresser in his room with a special drawer and it's already started gathering other things, so it only makes sense to add this lovely collar to his collection. he will take care of it as promised, so hua cheng's hard work won't go to waste.
while he understands the idea of giving someone a gift and not taking it back, he also would've understood if hua cheng wanted to hang on to it for their future play dates. so long as one of them has it, he wouldn't complain, but with it in his own hands, that means being able to wear it whenever he's alone and thinking about hua cheng the whole time. (yes, that is a dirty thought, but sizhui doesn't care, he's allowed such things every now and then.)]
I have a feeling we'll be using it again sooner rather than later. [especially if hua cheng keeps it up. the nuzzle sends a shiver up his spine, has him trembling faintly and tilting his head to expose more neck, at least until hua cheng decides to roll them around. he ends up on his back with a soft oh! and presses himself back somewhat, half-lidded eyes watching hua cheng, a smile creeping across his face at just how handsome he looks like this before it's covered with hua cheng's mouth in a warm, delightful kiss.]