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Quan Yi Zhen leaned back against the tree, one leg on the branch he was sitting on while letting the other dangle, gazing up at the full moon and the stars. His raven-black and curly hair was loose from it’s normal ponytail, trailing down his back in a wave, some locks curling across his shoulders and down his chest. He held a jug of wine loosely, his arm resting on his knee as he studied the glow of the moon.
He felt a sigh leave him, the martial god feeling frustrated at his own limitations. He felt frustrated by how he had been unable to protect Yin Yu from Jun Wu, and while he had done what he could in the battle afterwards he still felt angry with himself over failing his shixiong so horribly.
And even with Hua Cheng teaching him the way to bring his shixiong back, it was taking time. But he was forced to be patient, to wait for Yin Yu’s soul to grow stronger over time. Quan Yi Zhen wished that he’d been able to realize sooner what he had been doing to Yin Yu, how he’d been affecting his beloved shixiong throughout their time in the heavens together up until Yin Yu’s banishment. He felt the familiar but strange ache in his chest, feeling like it was hard to breath as a feeling he couldn’t identify easily settled over him at his thoughts.
He missed Yin Yu, had missed him throughout the time they had been separated. The strange feeling had itched at him the entire time, growing worse every day. He couldn’t keep his mind off of Yin Yu unless he was fighting or otherwise dealing with whatever responsibilities he had been given. Or when he was asleep, but even then his dreams often were of the past, just spending time with Yin Yu.
“Shixiong, please wake up soon…” Quan Yi Zhen sighed, his chest hurting with the strange feeling more as he drank some of the wine slowly, feeling the burn of the alcohol go through him, heat settling over him. He blinked when he heard the snap of a branch breaking, focusing down and seeing the red-clothed figure of Hua Cheng standing there looking up at him. Quan Yi Zhen hesitated before jumping down, wondering if the demon-ghost had something to tell him about Yin Yu.
“Did something happen with Yin Yu?” Quan Yi Zhen asked hurriedly, Hua Cheng raising his eyebrow at the question before moving to lean against the tree, idly playing with a bead attached to the braid of his hair.
“Nothing yet. Whenever you see me you always mention him first. You miss him a lot, don’t you?” Hua Cheng commented, Quan Yi Zhen nodded at his words but also puzzled why the supreme would approach him if it wasn’t about Yin Yu.
“Yes, of course I miss Shixiong. He… died trying to protect him. And I hurt him a lot it seems before he… before he was banished. I didn’t even realize that I was, and I didn’t like the heavens or being in them. I just wanted to be with Shixiong.” Quan Yi Zhen sighed, his shoulders slumping. Hua Cheng made a non-committal hum, glancing at the messy haired god and studying his face.
“And when we bring him back, what are you going to do?” Hua Cheng asked in a flippant tone, Quan Yi Zhen opening his mouth but hesitating slightly, feeling like it was a test but not quite knowing why.
“I want… I want to spend time with him again and I want to be with him. But what if… I just wind up hurting him again… I spent so long trying to find him to ask him about everything and why it happened, but… I didn’t even realize I was hurting him before and acted as I pleased. So I guess… it depends on what Shixiong wants to do.” Quan Yi Zhen sighed, feeling the pain in his chest grow stronger at the thought of Yin Yu not wanting to be with him or near him, his shoulders slumping.
“When you think of Yin Yu, what do you feel?” Hua Cheng continued twirling the bead that was woven into his hiar, Quan Yi Zhen giving him a confused look and not understanding what he was being asked.
“Happy but also… a weird pain. Like my chest hurts and I have problems breathing, because I miss him and I just want to see him again. I’m always thinking about him, and it… feels worse sometimes. Sometimes I even feel kinda sick in my stomach.” Quan Yi Zhen frowned slightly, uncertain how to explain his feelings fully. Hua Cheng hummed again, glancing at Quan Yi Zhen.
“You care for Yin Yu a lot. But… would you say that you love him? Like… Sometimes do you just think about hugging him or kissing him?” Hua Cheng kept an eye on the martial god who blinked at the question and pondered it, remembering some of the stranger dreams he’s had about Yin Yu.
“I think so? At least, I’ve wondered what kissing him would feel like… And I’ve had some weird dreams before where we’re both naked and he’s touching me and stuff. I always wake up with my pants damp and sticky after those dreams.” Quan Yi Zhen considered the question, Hua Cheng freezing and staring at him.
“That… was a bit too much information there. Do not tell other people about them. But that… Means that you’re attracted to Yin Yu at least.” Hua Cheng explained, Quan Yi Zhen looking at him in confusion.
“Attracted to? What do you mean by attracted to?” Quan Yi Zhen asked curiously, Hua Cheng glancing at him and hesitating slightly, clearly debating on how to explain it.
“That means you like him in a way that’s different from just being friends. Like you want to spend the rest of your life with him if you could. The same way I feel about Dianxia.” Hua Cheng explained, Quan Yi Zhen nodding, a perplexed look on his face.
“I only came to the heavens because I wanted to be with Shixiong in the first place. I don’t like it much here.” Quan Yi Zhen pointed out, Hua Cheng holding back a sigh and debating more on how to explain it.
“But you also want him to touch you and do…. Other stuff… with you, correct? Your feelings go beyond friendship, basically, and more like a life partners. If you could, would you want to marry Yin Yu for instance?” Hua Cheng suggested, Quan Yi Zhen giving him a confused, blank look but thinking it over more.
“That would be nice. Especially if we could spend time together. But I don’t want to hurt him or annoy him again….” Quan Yi Zhen frowned a bit, feeling the guilt for not understanding Yin Yu’s feelings before creeping up again. Hua Cheng blew out a frustrated sigh, wondering how anyone got things through Quan Yi Zhen’s head.
“But so if you could then you would. That means that you love him ROMANTICALLY, not platonically. In a way that means you would want to date him if you could. Which… you hurt Yin Yu, but Yin Yu also failed to communicate to you he was stressed out and frustrated. Both of your actions played a part, and Yin Yu’s last act was to protect you after all.” Hua Cheng decided to be blunt, Quan Yi Zhen blinking before perking up slightly, a thoughtful look on his face.
“I guess… I’ll ask Shixiong what he wants when he’s back. But so… Romantically… Like how you and dianxia share spiritual energy sometimes?” Quan Yi Zhen considered it, Hua Cheng nodded and felt a vague sense of relief that it seemed he got through to Quan Yi Zhen after all.
“Mmm. Leaving it up to Yin Yu is good. And yes, like that exactly. Also, do not go to Pei Ming for romantic advice if you get it into your head to look it up. Actually not sure who you should go to, actually… But there’ll be some time before Yin Yu recovers, so you have plenty of time to think about.” Hua Cheng hesitated before patting the top of Quan Yi Zhen’s head, starting to understand why Yin Yu had been so exhausted by Quan Yi Zhen all of the time.
“Okay. Thank you for helping him.” Quan Yi Zhen accepted it, Hua Cheng pausing at the words.
“He was my subordinate. And something of a friend to me.” Hua Cheng pointed out before leaving, Quan Yi Zhen thoughtfully going back to drinking, thinking it over again.
Hua Cheng moved far away enough to be out of Quan Yi Zhen’s sight before rolling his dice and heading back to Paradise Manor, walking to his and Xie Lian’s room with a sigh.
“San Lang, you’re back! Where did you go off to?” Xie Lian smiled warmly at him when he entered, Ruoye laying curled on a table near the bedside. Hua Cheng hummed and moved close enough to kiss him lightly before pulling back and sitting down.
“To speak with Quan Yi Zhen for a bit. I didn’t tell him but Yin Yu should be waking up soon and I wanted to see what kind of mental state he was in. I’ll still be letting Yin Yu decide if he wants to confront and talk things out with him, but it did let me figure out that they both love the other in… more than friends way. Just Yin Yu’s feelings were also clouded over by his frustration and slight jealousy he had towards Quan Yi Zhen.” Hua Cheng noted, Xie Lian’s eyebrows raising slightly as he thought it over.
“I see. And since you and Yin Yu are friends, you want to help him get some closure about what happened?” Xie Lian asked thoughtfully, Hua Cheng nodding before leaning forward to kiss Xie Lian again, huffing.
“Gege picked up on it fast. But yes. If things can be cleared up between them it’d be good.” Hua Cheng said, Xie Lian nodding with a smile of agreement.
“So we’ll let things happen as they need to then.” Xie Lian shifted to lay down, Hua Cheng humming but settling beside him, the two quietly talking about other things.
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Yin Yu woke up slowly, his eyes fluttering open. He felt confused and dazed, paling when he remembered what had been going on, the intense pain of having his spiritual energy and life force drained from him. And of Quan Yi Zhen calling out for him, panic rising at the thought.
“Yi Zhen! Dianxia!” Yin Yu jolted upright, looking around the room he was in with confusion. He slowly recognized it as a room from the Paradise Manor, the stone and the soft bed underneath making him feeling faintly nostalgic.
“You’re awake. Good.” Hua Cheng’s voice floated into his ears, Yin Yu turning to focus on him, panic rising at the memories of what had been going on.
“Chengzhu! Where is Yi Zhen? Jun Wu-” Yin Yu began asking, frazzled with worry and stress over his shidi, his heart clenching painfully at the thought of Quan Yi Zhen having been killed that crossed his mind.
“Is perfectly fine. As is Dianxia. Dianxia was able to defeat Jun Wu.” Hua Cheng reassured him, Yin Yu’s shoulders slumping slightly as he sighed in relief, wincing in remembering his last words about Quan Yi Zhen.
“That… that is good. Has he been holding up alright? What I said about hating him…” Yin Yu asked, Hua Cheng considering a bit as he handed Yin Yu some clothes, Yin Yu glancing down and flushing in realizing he was naked.
“He feels guilty for hurting you. Especially for not realizing he was hurting you. And… he wants to talk with you and to be with you, but he also wants it to be your choice. He… feels like he was in the wrong for upsetting you I think.” Hua Cheng explained, Yin Yu not being sure to laugh or cry at it, feeling a slight exasperation towards his shidi about it.
“Ah, Yi Zhen…. But him wanting to be with me even after all of that… He’s so stubborn.” Yin Yu sighed, dressing in the familiar black clothes quickly while Hua Cheng gazed forward, debating.
“He is. But love does that. Yin Yu… He probably should be the one to tell you but I’m pretty sure his feelings towards you goes past merely shixiong and shidi. He told me that he wanted to spend his life with you, for one.” Hua Cheng explained slowly, Yin Yu stilling at that and staring at Hua Cheng with an incredulous stare.
“What?! Chengzhu, please don’t joke like that. Yi Zhen is… incredibly dense when it comes to romantic feelings.” Yin Yu shook his head a bit, Hua Cheng groaning softly.
“Given that he’s apparently had wet dreams about you AND said flat-out to my face that he wouldn’t mind marrying you.” Hua Cheng stated, Yin Yu freezing at those words with his mind tilting a bit, choking slightly.
“How… WHY… Yi Zhen, what have you been running around saying…” Yin Yu rubbed his face slowly, exhaustion settling over him while Hua Cheng gazed at him calmly while waiting for him to settle down. Yin Yu flushed a bit at the thought of the mention of wet dreams, uncertain what to think of that and definitely trying to not think of the few he had had about Quan Yi Zhen before.
“Don’t worry, I’m the only one that he said it to. And it was because I had gone to speak with him.” Hua Cheng reassured him casually, Yin Yu spluttering slightly and giving him a look of horror still, not wanting to think about it.
“What… exactly did he say to you?” Yin Yu asked in a tone of dread, Hua Cheng humming a bit before bringing out one of his butterflies and began showing Yin Yu his conversation with Quan Yi Zhen, Yin Yu sighing softly in hearing the first words his former shidi said to Hua Cheng was about him. He felt guilty in hearing Quan Yi Zhen blaming himself for not realizing how much he’d been hurting Yin Yu, Yin Yu feeling frustrated towards him but blushing at how bluntly Quan Yi Zhen admitted to having had dreams about him, flustered at the thought.
He was surprised to hear how bluntly Quan Yi Zhen said he wanted to spend his life with him, but also saying that he wanted to leave up to Yin Yu to choose what to do.
“Chengzhu… Thank you for showing me but why did you show it to me?” Yin Yu asked, Hua Cheng looking at him and considering him.
“You helped me with Dianxia and I asked you to do a lot of stuff. And you and Quan Yi Zhen… care about each other. And you’ve both been hurting from this. Even if you were angry and upset with him, you also feel guilty about it since Quan Yi Zhen is a bit dense. You missed him just as much as he missed you, after all, as much as you avoided him. You both need closure from this I think. He’s waiting to see you, but only if you wish to see him.” Hua Cheng glanced at the wall, Yin Yu sighing at his words and thinking it over. And knowing that he owed it to Quan Yi Zhen after all that had happened, feeling guilty at the thoughts that cropped up about it all.
“Yes, I’ll speak with Yi Zhen. I… I guess bring him here. This is my room, isn’t it? From when I was your subordinate. Ah I mean…” Yin Yu hesitated, uncertain on if Hua Cheng still wanted him to be a subordinate or not and feeling flustered in not knowing what to expect.
“Mm it is. But you should talk with him before you decide what you wish to do. I would accept you back as my subordinate if you so wish. But you also could work on ascending again if you so desired.” Hua Cheng nodded in confirmation before walking out of the room, Yin Yu watching after him. He rose to his feet and began walking slowly around, nervous at the thought of speaking with Quan Yi Zhen, especially after what had happened the last time they had seen one another.
“Shixiong- Ah.. I mean… What do I call you?” Quan Yi Zhen’s excited voice hit his ears only for the god to fumble over his words, Yin Yu turning to look at him, seeing a look of confusion and guilt on Quan Yi Zhen’s face. Yin Yu held back a sigh but moved closer to him to pat his head gently, noticing the door was firmly closed behind him.
“Yi Zhen… May call me that for now. But come and… sit down on the bed I suppose.” Yin Yu felt flustered in not knowing what else to have his former shidi call him but moved to the bed, missing the sight of Quan Yi Zhen blushing slightly at it before the raven-haired god followed him to sit down on it. The two settled down onto it, Yin Yu trying to not think of the fact that Quan Yi Zhen had apparently had wet dreams about him.
“Shixiong… I’m sorry. I hurt you… a lot it seems. And even if I-” Quan Yi Zhen immediately began apologizing, Yin Yu laughing a bit helplessly at it and shaking his head a bit.
“Yi Zhen, wait. I could have told you how I was feeling over just letting the resentment and frustration build up. And I nearly got you killed.” Yin Yu reached to touch Quan Yi Zhen’s shoulder, shaking his head more. Quan Yi Zhen hesitated at his words unhappily, lowering his eyes.
“I could’ve tried more to notice things… I was content with how things were, all in all, but I didn’t even realize that my actions were upsetting you. I want to be by your side and to be with you, but… what if I just wind up hurting you again.” Quan Yi Zhen pointed out with an upset look on his face. Yin Yu felt at a bit of a loss, not used to seeing such an expression on the god’s face and wondering just what Quan Yi Zhen had been thinking the entire time he was gone.
“Yi Zhen…. You did ask me a few times and I just reassured you things were fine. You’re a blunt, direct person. Which ISN’T a bad thing. You have no ill intentions with how you act. You let people know how you feel about them. I could have confronted you about things.” Yin Yu pointed out, reaching to gently pet the top of Quan Yi Zhen’s hair instead, trying to comfort him slightly. Quan Yi Zhen hesitated before nodding, thinking for a moment before moving to hug Yin Yu tightly, Yin Yu pausing in the head pets but moving to hug the slightly taller god, pressing his chin over Quan Yi Zhen’s shoulder and breathing in the scent of sweat and a slightly fruity scent, realizing it was alcohol.
“But… you said you hated me before. You… If I do anything to upset you or hurt me, please tell me. I don’t… don’t want to do that again. You’re important to me Shixiong, and I don’t want to hurt you again.” Quan Yi Zhen begged, Yin Yu feeling guilty about it and gently rubbing his back in a slow, soothing circle.
“Okay, Yi Zhen. If you do anything to upset me I’ll be more upfront on it over bottling it up.” Yin Yu promised, cheeks flushing in recalling the mention of the dreams from before. He wondered if he should bring it up or not, not wanting to push Quan Yi Zhen into something he wasn’t certain the god didn’t want.
“Okay, Shixiong. And… I, uh… I love you.” Quan Yi Zhen hesitated, his voice sounding faintly flustered while Yin Yu blushed, wondering a bit dizzily on if Quan Yi Zhen knew what he was saying right then.
“I… I love you too Yi Zhen. But-” Yin Yu repeated it back, about to say more when he felt the hug tighten slightly and felt the cloth of his robes being dampened, feeling Quan Yi Zhen’s body shudder while he began sobbing outright.
“A-ah, Yi Zhen! Please don’t cry.” Yin Yu gasped, floundering in not knowing how to respond to it, hugging Quan Yi Zhen and attempting to comfort him.
“I couldn’t protect you against Jun Wu… You got killed by him because of the cursed shackles. A-and I wasn’t strong enough to do anything.” Quan Yi Zhen hiccuped, Yin Yu rubbing his back and feeling more helpless at it, not knowing what to do to comfort him. He rubbed at Quan Yi Zhen’s back more, holding back a sigh.
“You tried your best, Yi Zhen. And things… things are okay now. I’m alright. And you’re safe.” Yin Yu settled into trying to comfort him, listening to the shuddering hiccup that left Quan Yi Zhen’s mouth. Yin Yu felt conflicted by it all still, thinking back to when Quan Yi Zhen had almost decapitated himself and felt his stomach crawl uncomfortably, swallowing thickly.
“S-Shixiong…” Quan Yi Zhen mumbled against his robes, Yin Yu rubbing his back more, letting out a flustered sigh.
“We’re both okay now. I’m not sure what you and Hua Chengzhu did, but it worked. And… I owe you an apology for almost killing you as well. When you were wearing the Brocade Immortal and I lost my temper. I… I hadn’t intentionally given it to you at the time. I had gotten you a different present but Jian Yu gave it to you and I should’ve tried harder to get it off of you, I’m sorry. I just… lost it. And you almost died.” Yin Yu apologized, Quan Yi Zhen pausing at it before squeezing him more tightly, Yin Yu gasping a bit at it.
“So those words… were spoken impulsively?” Quan Yi Zhen asked hesitantly, Yin Yu gently rubbing his back more.
“Yes. I was just… upset. And you didn’t deserve that either. But Yi Zhen, you’re squeezing me a bit roughly, would you mind loosening up a bit?” Yin Yu asked gently, Quan Yi Zhen loosening his arms slightly but still pressing against him.
“O-okay. Sorry, Shixiong. But you… weren’t going to try to…” Quan Yi Zhen hesitated slightly, Yin Yu rubbing his back gently, pulling away and grabbing Quan Yi Zhen’s face to tilt it up slightly.
“I didn’t want… want to hurt you but I just… lost it. I was frustrated that everyone… was focusing on you and you asking on my behalf to be included just… hit my breaking point. But you didn’t deserve that.” Yin Yu hesitated before reaching up to gingerly brush his thumb against Quan Yi Zhen’s cheek in an attempt to brush away the tears. Quan Yi Zhen let out a slow, ragged breath but nodded, his throat working in a swallow as he studied Yin Yu’s face.
“Shixiong… I wish I had known back then how I was upsetting you. But… But I’ll try to be more mindful of that now. And it’s… a long, long time ago now. And now we’re- ah…” Quan Yi Zhen hesitated slightly, an uncertain look appearing on his face. Yin Yu tilted his head a bit before recalling what Quan Yi Zhen had said to Hua Cheng, letting out a slow sigh.
“We both need to adjust our behavior, Yi Zhen. But… Hua Chengzhu… Told me about the conversation you two had before. About… about your feelings towards me. I need… time to think but I am not against being beside you again. But we might have a bit to work through still. Like figuring out… what we should be.” Yin Yu pointed out gently, Quan Yi Zhen nodding before pausing and blushing slightly, fidgeting in place a bit.
“He told you about me having dreams about you touching me and having sex with me?” Quan Yi Zhen asked bluntly, Yin Yu choking slightly at the bluntness before laughing softly, nodding.
“Yes. Which… dreams like those happen, and it’s okay. But there was… more than just that too, Yi Zhen. I… was upset with you at times but I do care about you deeply still, Yi Zhen. But dreams like that also don’t match reality, and what you like in a dream is not always the same as it would be in real life.” Yin Yu explained, feeling some doubt still that Quan Yi Zhen truly felt THAT way about him. Quan Yi Zhen considered it with a frown before giving Yin Yu an intense look that made Yin Yu sweat slightly in recognizing it.
“Then lets have sex. I mean, it’s not just about the sex, but if sex is a way to tell how we both feel...” Quan Yi Zhen began bluntly, Yin Yu’s eyes widening while his cheeks flushed, wondering if Quan Yi Zhen knew just what he was asking and being a bit amazed at how much like himself the god was. He debated on how to answer, wondering if it would be a mistake to try it out but also feeling slightly curious about it, thinking hard.
“I… suppose we can try it like in your dreams… But if there is a point you don’t like it or feel uncomfortable, then we will stop.” Yin Yu finally agreed, Quan Yi Zhen’s eyes brightened slightly at it. Yin Yu shifted back in intending to lay down when Quan Yi Zhen gave him a confused look, Yin Yu pausing.
“Okay, Shixiong. But… You were always above me during my dreams, so why are you laying down?” Quan Yi Zhen asked, Yin Yu blinking twice at it before slowly straightening up and looking at Quan Yi Zhen in surprise.
“Ah. I, uh, see. I did not… realize… Maybe we should start off kissing first then and see how things… feel from there?” Yin Yu suggested awkwardly, Quan Yi Zhen hesitating before nodding his agreement. Yin Yu slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips cautiously against Quan Yi Zhen’s. Quan Yi Zhen pressed back eagerly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Yin Yu again, clumsily rubbing his lips against his and bumping their noses together, Yin Yu resting his hands on Quan Yi Zhen’s hips.
The two eased into the kiss slowly, Yin Yu hesitantly parting his lips and timidly licking at the seam of Quan Yi Zhen’s lips, the god’s mouth easily opening for Yin Yu. Yin Yu tasted a faint scent of alcohol on Quan Yi Zhen’s breath as he pressed in, one hand going to squeeze at the top of Quan Yi Zhen’s ass a bit more confidently, feeling the moan that left Quan Yi Zhen’s throat.
Yin Yu impulsively pushed Quan Yi Zhen down, winding up between Quan Yi Zhen’s knees and the god on his back, their mouths pressing against each other as the kiss grew rougher, Yin Yu’s hands going to start taking off Quan Yi Zhen’s robes, hands shaking slightly with his impatience. He felt Quan Yi Zhen’s hands going to his belt, the two undressing each other, fumbling slightly in being unused to it, Yin Yu’s head spinning pleasantly.
Yin Yu broke the kiss, breathing slightly roughly as he looked down at Quan Yi Zhen, the fluffy raven hair sprawled out across the bed under the god, Quan Yi Zhen’s cheeks flushed and his breath shaking slightly. Yin Yu’s eyes dipped down, taking in Quan Yi Zhen’s body slowly, cheeks flushed in admiring the muscles. He moved to kiss Quan Yi Zhen again, his hands exploring the god’s chest slowly while Quan Yi Zhen’s hands tensed against the bed sheets, a gasp leaving the god when Yin Yu’s thumb brushed across his nipple.
“Are you okay?” Yin Yu asked, pausing to check on him. Quan Yi Zhen nodded, cheeks flushed as he cleared his throat.
“Y-yes. Continue like that. It’s… good. A-a lot like my dreams.” Quan Yi Zhen confirmed, Yin Yu feeling his pulse beat slightly faster. He continued kissing Quan Yi Zhen, his hand pressing against Quan Yi Zhen’s chest, fingers tracing over the muscles slowly, Quan Yi Zhen letting out soft moans at it. Yin Yu felt the pleasure swirling through him, his hand slowly sliding down to Quan Yi Zhen’s stomach, pressing lightly against his abs.
“Mmm~” Quan Yi Zhen moaned, his arms going to wrap around Yin Yu’s shoulders, the god pressing into the kiss more firmly. Yin Yu hummed softly, his hand going down further to find Quan Yi Zhen’s cock, feeling the precome that had already started sliding down it. He grasped it firmly and began slowly sliding his hand up and down it, Quan Yi Zhen arching his hips into it with a louder moan vibrating out of his chest, clearly enjoying and eager for the touch.
Yin Yu breathed roughly, slightly disbelieving that Quan Yi Zhen was letting him do what he was doing, his touch growing a bit rougher. He shifted to rub his other hand along Quan Yi Zhen’s side, grabbing his hip roughly in his excitement and being encouraged by the moan that the god let out. He continued the rough hand job, moving to kiss Quan Yi Zhen’s cheek lightly and then his neck, Quan Yi Zhen tightening his arms slightly when he felt the kisses against his pulse. Yin Yu hesitated before nipping at the skin, hearing the shaky gasp that came from Quan Yi Zhen and paused.
“Did you mind that?” Yin Yu asked, Quan Yi Zhen shaking his head with his cheeks flushing slightly.
“It’s okay. I liked it.” Quan Yi Zhen reassured him, Yin Yu letting out a sigh of relief, keeping in mind that it was both of their first times having sex probably. He nipped at Quan Yi Zhen’s neck again, listening as Quan Yi Zhen’s breaths picked up, feeling the god trembling under him. He nipped his way down Quan Yi Zhen’s neck, pausing to suck a mark into the skin, Quan Yi Zhen moaning loudly at it, Yin Yu registering the feeling of liquid flowing over his hand. He shifted to pull away, seeing the cum that Quan Yi Zhen had just released as the god shuddered through his orgasm, his eyes closed tightly as his cock twitched and released more cum, the fluid sliding down Yin Yu’s hand, some having splattered across both of their legs and onto Quan Yi Zhen’s stomach.
“Are you okay, Yi Zhen? That wasn’t too intense for you?” Yin Yu asked cautiously, studying Quan Yi Zhen’s face that was flushed, Quan Yi Zhen immediately nodded and focused on him with a smile.
“I’m okay, Shixiong. It felt… good. And I liked it. Do… Do I do the same thing to you now?” Quan Yi Zhen asked, Yin Yu hesitating before nodding, guiding Quan Yi Zhen’s hand to his cock.
“Yes. Wrap your hand around me firmly but gently. Ah, that’s good. Enough pressure to feel good but not too much as to hurt. Now, gently mimic the same motions I was doing before.” Yin Yu instructed, Quan Yi Zhen nodding before starting to imitate the motions Yin Yu had done to him, Yin Yu gasping softly and thrusting his hips into the touch. Quan Yi Zhen glanced at his face and relaxed when he could see that Yin Yu was fine, firmly continuing the hand-job while Yin Yu moaned softly at the pleasure building, his cock having precome dribbling from the tip.
“Is this good?” Quan Yi Zhen asked, Yin Yu nodding at him encouragingly.
“Yes, exactly like that. You’re doing well.” Yin Yu praised him, watching as Quan Yi Zhen’s eyes dropped back down to his cock, the god focusing intently on the hand-job, listening to the loud moans that Yin Yu let out, Yin Yu’s hands going to rest on Quan Yi Zhen’s chest as he fucked into Quan Yi Zhen’s hands, his eyes focusing onto Quan Yi Zhen’s nipples and hesitating a bit before experimentally moving to tug on them, listening to the gasp that the god let out.
“Is this okay, Yi Zhen?” Yin Yu asked, Quan Yi Zhen immediately nodding at him, Yin Yu relaxing slightly before he continued playing with them, feeling a hardness against his thigh that made him smile faintly, not surprised that Quan Yi Zhen would be energetic. He waited for a few minutes, feeling the pleasure rising through him but reaching to gently grab Quan Yi Zhen’s wrist to stop him, the god immediately freezing.
“Okay, you’re hard again. We’re… going to try something else. Let me straddle your leg.” Yin Yu shifted his leg, settling over Quan Yi Zhen’s left leg, his cock laying against it while adjust his own left leg to press against Quan Yi Zhen’s crotch, the god patiently waiting.
“Start thrusting your hips up against my leg, while I do the same with you.” Yin Yu ordered, Quan Yi Zhen nodded before he began doing so, Yin Yu doing it in return, both of their breathing growing rough as they continued. Yin Yu allowed his eyes to close, feeling the tension in his thighs and lower stomach growing stronger as he moved, moaning loudly and hearing Quan Yi Zhen’s voice moaning as well, both of them sliding against one another roughly.
Yin Yu came first, shuddering and moaning loudly, his hands tightening over where they were laying on Quan Yi Zhen’s stomach, his eyes remaining closed as he breathed roughly, still feeling warm. His eyes slowly opened to focus on Quan Yi Zhen who was watching him with a flushed face, the god moaning when he came next, his cum spattering up Yin Yu’s leg, Yin Yu glancing down towards where his cock was resting against Quan Yi Zhen’s thigh, flushing faintly at the sight.
“Shixiong? Are you okay?” Quan Yi Zhen’s slightly shaky voice came to him, Yin Yu glancing up and smiling reassuringly at him but shifting to lay down beside him, cuddling up against Quan Yi Zhen’s side.
“I’m okay, Yi Zhen. A bit tired out, but okay. Are you okay? Did you like it as much as you would’ve in your dreams?” Yin Yu reassured him, Quan Yi Zhen relaxing slightly but nodding, moving to hug Yin Yu cautiously with one arm.
“I liked it. And I love you, I’m sure of it.” Quan Yi Zhen reaffirmed, Yin Yu flushing a bit at the strength of what Quan Yi Zhen said and buried his face against Quan Yi Zhen’s neck, huffing against it.
“Yi Zhen, your face is so thick at times… But good. I… I love you too. But for now, what about a nap? I’m still a bit tired out somehow…” Yin Yu suggested, Quan Yi Zhen patting his back but relaxing, the god hesitating for a moment.
“Okay, Shixiong. If we do it again, I don’t mind if you stick it in me though.” Quan Yi Zhen commented, Yin Yu jerking his head up to stare at him with his mouth slightly open.
“Yi Zhen?!” Yin Yu gasped, trying to figure out if Quan Yi Zhen meant what he thought he meant.
“I looked it up, and that’s how men have sex. You stick it into my-” Quan Yi Zhen began explaining while Yin Yu flushed and shook his head, coughing.
“I-IT’s fine, I know… I know about that. I just didn’t know that you did. You… really were serious about this, though.” Yin Yu patted Quan Yi Zhen’s shoulder, flustered still by it while Quan Yi Zhen nodded.
“I… thought if Shixiong was willing it’d be good to figure it out before you came back. Fingers feel kind of weird in there though, so your cock might-” Quan Yi Zhen began commenting, Yin Yu choking at the words before patting Quan Yi Zhen again, clearing his throat.
“T-That’s enough. I can guess what you mean.” Yin Yu laid back down, burying his face into Quan Yi Zhen’s neck, deeply embarrassed by it and wondering where Quan Yi Zhen had looked it up at. Quan Yi Zhen hummed softly, the two cuddling as they fell asleep, Yin Yu dropping off first with Quan Yi Zhen shortly behind him.