Creative Visionary

Creative Visionary

Chapter Four

Smut Warning

Top Xie Lian, you have been warned.

Read at your own discretion.

Hua Cheng teleported back to Paradise Manor in a cloud of silver butterflies. But while his entrance was elegant, the man himself couldn't be more anxious.

Earlier today, he'd been slacking off on his calligraphy practice. Of course, this in itself wouldn't be enough to prick his nerves, but it was what he had been doing instead. Hua Cheng often doodled on his papers during his practice. Today, he found himself painting something that wasn't half bad. His horrid penmanship had ruined the parchment, though, so he had gotten a new one and attempted to recreate what he'd depicted.

It hadn't come out the exact same, but somehow better! One thing led to another, and Hua Cheng decided it would be a waste not to finish it, so he got more paints and began to color it.

Unfortunately, Hua Cheng never got the chance to finish his work before getting called to take care of some out-of-control riot in Ghost City. Though, it had taken longer than expected... It had been a couple of hours now. Hua Cheng had planned to torch the painting when it was completed, but he would have never expected the situation to take so long to resolve.

Of course, Hua Cheng hadn't been completely dumb. He'd taken precautions to hide the painting and let it dry in the kitchen—the only place Xie Lian hardly went unprompted—and barred anyone else from entering.

However, seeing the door half open crushed any hope of destroying the painting before anyone could see it.

As much as Hua Cheng would like to believe that someone had defied his orders not to enter the kitchen, he was aware of how unlikely that was. There was about a forty-nine–forty-nine chance that Xie Lian was still staring at the painting in shock or had already seen it and was off to dig himself a grave and hide in the ground as one does when they go to the kitchen for a snack and find porn of themself.

Yes, Hua Cheng had drawn porn of Xie Lian and himself. He was bored and missed his husband. And also horny...

Hua Cheng folded his hands behind his back, hoped and prayed to God (not Xie Lian) that his lover wasn't in the room, and stepped in. But his luck betrayed him. Xie Lian was standing stiff with a half-eaten bun poised in front of his mouth while staring at the painting. When Hua Cheng entered, his eyes slowly drifted to the other man, and they stayed deadlocked for a couple of minutes.

Xie Lian finally cleared his throat, his eyes flicking between the painting and his lover. "San Lang...—"

Xie Lian had only spoken his name when Hua Cheng dropped into a kneeling position by his husband's feet. "I'm sorry! This one was wrong! No one else has seen it, I promise! I was going to burn it, I swear! I'm...sorry..."

The kitchen was a bad idea. Hua Cheng cursed his ignorance. No, it's not that the kitchen was a bad idea—he should have never created such a thing in the first place. Hua Cheng cursed his impudence.

After Hua Cheng expressed repentance, Xie Lian set down his food and pulled him to his feet. "No, no, San Lang can do no wrong." He then walked over to the painting and inspected it further. "It's well-made, you shouldn't burn it."

And well-made it was. While the painting wasn't finalized, it added to the illustration, almost like the blank white marble statues in some western nations. The paints that were there accentuated the features of the two men and highlighted everything that should have been emphasized. And calling it porn wasn't wrong, but it wasn't indecent. With the clever bundle of sheets censoring their lower bodies and all of the focus on the passion of the two, one simply couldn't deem this obscene!

Maybe it wasn't Hua Cheng's best work, but it certainly made the top fifty! (A high ranking when considering the sheer quantity of his compositions.)

"It's alright if your highness is upset..."

"But I'm not, we should keep it, really." Xie Lian carefully rolled up the painting. "We'll store it in our room." Was he truly planning on keeping it? Why? Did he even really look at it? Shouldn't he be horrified?

"Your highness—"

"There's no need. You only call me that when we're around other people or you think you've done something wrong, so there really is no need."

Hua Cheng conceded and followed Xie Lian back to their room. However, Xie Lian hesitated while putting the painting away and laid it on the table in the room instead. Hua Cheng watched Xie Lian stare at it for another moment before the man finally spoke again.

"Say, San Lang, did you make this...—" Xie Lian faltered over the right word to use and coughed into his fist—"...backwards?"

If Hua Cheng hadn't been dead, he would be sweating buckets.

'Backwards' was the word Xie Lian had used, but that was probably the only way he was capable of articulating that Hua Cheng had illustrated himself receiving.

What? It's not like he could ever ask Xie Lian to do such a thing with him, so painting it was the closest he could ever get to experiencing that.

Hua Cheng had looked up to Xie Lian for nearly his entire life. To him, the god was the forever unattainable pinnacle of purity. He'd only admired the god (albeit obsessively) until that Land of the Tender ordeal. However, Xie Lian would, apparently, rather impale himself than 'take advantage' of a comparatively defenseless teenager. And again, as Wu Ming, Hua Cheng would have readily agreed to any perverse order given to him. However, Xie Lian was more focused on boring revenge at the time. And even during their first time, Xie Lian seemed more comfortable following up on Hua Cheng who, while equally inexperienced, was the only one of them to have seen an erotic illustration before.

With all these thoughts in his head, Hua Cheng found himself unable to respond.

"...San Lang," Xie Lian began. "Do you want to switch things up...?"

Hua Cheng immediately shook his head. "I could never expect your highness to indulge this lowly one!"

"San Lang, we've talked about this." Xie Lian approached Hua Cheng and grabbed his hands, though he could not look his husband in the eye while speaking. "You have needs too, and they're just as important as mine. Besides...you've got me curious now..." During that last part, Xie Lian lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, but nothing could keep Hua Cheng from hearing those words.

His eye widened. "Are you sure?"

"I would do anything for my San Lang," Xie Lian stated resolutely.

Hua Cheng shivered at Xie Lian's arms around his waist. "Your highness..."

"The bedroom is no place for titles."

"Gege." Hua Cheng tilted Xie Lian's head to meet his red pouting face. "Are you doing this for me or because you want to?"

His voice was soft, and the question was so sincere that, once again, Xie Lian had to put his head down. "...You are not the only one who's thought of such things..."

Xie Lian's embarrassment only worsened when Ruoye flew from his wrist and dragged E-ming out of the room.

An awkward moment passed between the two where neither of them did nor said anything until, finally, Hua Cheng took the initiative of pulling Xie Lian into a kiss. And just like that, it was as if a switch flipped, and the mood changed instantly. Xie Lian was allowed to take the lead on the not-so-graceful dance of their tongues and teasingly ran his hands over his husband's body.

Xie Lian was quite surprised at how much his husband was reeling back. But reeling back wouldn't be the correct term for it. He was merely putting his efforts more into receiving than giving.

Hua Cheng's belt came off, and his outer robes slid from his shoulders. Xie Lian pulled back to take Hua Cheng's tunic off but found himself unable to continue under the other's prurient gaze.

Xie Lian brought his hands up to cover his red face and whined. "San Lang...! Do you have to look at me like that...?"

"How does gege want me to look at him?" Hua Cheng asked.

"It's...— I...just..." Xie Lian picked up his head. "I have an idea. Do you mind if I...cover your eyes?" Xie Lian couldn't bear to look at his lover when suggesting such a thing and darted his eyes away.

It wasn't like this was the first time that this problem had arisen. Xie Lian had Hua Cheng close his eye almost every time he made a sexual advancement. But now, he simply didn't trust the carny man to not peek, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed at whatever exotic experiment Hua Cheng could cajole him into participating in the next time they made love with this as his grounding.

"Whatever works for gege." Xie Lian nodded, pulled off his own already loosened belt, and tied it over Hua Cheng's eye and eyepatch.

"That isn't too tight is it?" Xie Lian asked with his hands resting on the other's shoulders.

"It's just fine, gege."

"Good," Xie Lian said while guiding his husband's hands to pull off his robe.

The pair returned to peeling their clothes off, and Xie Lian soon realized that he had reached the extent of his previous experience doing anything like this. Thankfully, Hua Cheng helped smooth things along by getting on his knees and stroking Xie Lian until he was hard enough to put him into his mouth. It felt slightly less intimate with Hua Cheng's eyes covered, so Xie Lian used a hand to brush the hair from his face and pin it away from his front. Without the hair blocking his view or a teasing husband commenting on his stare, Xie Lian could admire Hua Cheng's features thoroughly.

Hua Cheng began to earnestly tend to the two organs hanging lower, and Xie Lian felt his breathing hasten. He regretfully reminded himself that he was meant to focus on Hua Cheng's pleasure more than his own. Hua Cheng seldom finished before him, to climax before him now almost felt like a taboo.

"San Lang."

Hua Cheng pulled Xie Lian out of his mouth to answer. "Yes, gege?"

Sometimes, Xie Lian questions which one of them was supposed to be the divine being.

Xie Lian slightly regretted covering Hua Cheng's eye now; he wanted to see his husband gazing up at him with that look of absolute devotion at this time. It was hard to say whether the image was cute or erotic, but Hua Cheng had withdrawn from Xie Lian's lubricated member and tilted his head up at the god with the tip of his wet penis poking his cheek.

Either way, Xie Lian couldn't trust his voice to answer. He silently pulled Hua Cheng up to his feet, leading him to their bed. They both crawled onto their silky sheets, and Hua Cheng laid down supine with his arms around Xie Lian as three fingers were inserted into his mouth.

The other's tongue swirled desperately around his fingers and Xie Lian thought he could cum just from that sensuous and ravenous sucking. Shaking himself out of his desires, Xie Lian waited until his digits were sufficiently coated with saliva before watching intently as he slowly drew his fingers from his husband's wet mouth, observing Hua Cheng's lips close in what almost looked like a pout as if to show his discontent with not having something to fill his unoccupied cavern.

Xie Lian wormed one finger inside of Hua Cheng, feeling him out and lining his inner walls with lubrication. Eliciting nothing but slightly uneven puffs of air from the man under him, Xie Lian assumed it was safe to add another. This time, though, Hua Cheng inhaled sharply.

Xie Lian pinched his eyebrows together out of concern. "Are you okay?"

Hua Cheng shakily released his breath. "Keep going." Xie Lian resumed his ministrations with utmost circumspect, pumping a third finger in after careful contemplation. Once again, Hua Cheng winced and clung harder to his husband.

"San Lang..." Xie Lian murmured, hesitant to continue.

"I'm fine."

Xie Lian continued apprehensively, and Hua Cheng eased up after some time.

Swallowing his nerves, Xie Lian sat up and stared at the man under him. While he'd had no previous experience doing this and could only make his moves based on what Hua Cheng had done to him, he still knew that he was much larger than his fingers. He worried but lined himself up with his lover's hole. Until he got another idea, that is. It wouldn't reduce Hua Cheng's pain, but it just might distract him.

Xie Lian rested one of Hua Cheng's legs over his shoulder and placed his hands on his husband's hips as he finally pressed part of himself in.

Hua Cheng's undead heart soared as he realized that Xie Lian was replicating the position he'd depicted in the painting. He rolled his wrist and grabbed a fistful of sheets to complete the pose, and Xie Lian began to move slowly. Hua Cheng sighed and chewed at his lip at the feeling of Xie Lian, his god, inside of him. He still hadn't fully processed that bit.

"Gege," Hua Cheng whispered.

"Yes? Does it hurt? Are you alright?" Xie Lian had halted all motion in fear of hurting his beloved again, but Hua Cheng nearly whimpered at the lack of movement.

It did hurt, but Hua Cheng still relished the feeling. He wanted more.

"Gege, I want it faster."

Xie Lian felt himself twitch at the thought but held himself back. "Are you sure? I know you've never done this before."

"Gege shouldn't worry. This one will be fine," Hua Cheng assured, conveniently leaving out the ways he's touched himself before.

Xie Lian carefully hastened his pace after some consideration, ready to stop at a moment's notice. However, Hua Cheng did not indicate any more discomfort, and even if he did, it's not like he hasn't mentioned that he doesn't mind slight pain from Xie Lian during intercourse.

Xie Lian moved even faster, and Hua Cheng could no longer keep from making noise, not that he'd been trying particularly hard in the first place.

"Gege...!" He panted, raising his hips to better accommodate Xie Lian inside of him.

Even though his lover couldn't see it, Xie Lian frowned (as much as one can while intimate with their partner). "Does San Lang not like to use my name?"

"Lian-er!" Hua Cheng could only hold himself back for so long. He could hardly fathom his current situation. How could he be expected to last long with his god pleasuring him so? As Hua Cheng cried out his beloved's name, he shot his load out onto his stomach in small spurts.

Xie Lian used one of his hands to give Hua Cheng's member a few jerks to squeeze out the rest of his release, wondering just how turned on he had to be to climax at what had to be the most vanilla sex they'd had in years, completely untouched, so quickly. Xie Lian also pulled himself out to not make his husband uncomfortable, he'd just finished after all, and Xie Lian didn't want to overwhelm his lover.

Instead, Xie Lian gathered his inner Hua Cheng and leaned down to leave fleeting kisses around his husband's collarbone. His lips drifted lower as his hand snaked up and lightly tugged Hua Cheng's hair.

He gasped. "Your— Lian-er...!" Xie Lian's mouth stopped on one of Hua Cheng's nipples, and he made his husband squirm and moan under his small gestures. Sucking the small, erect bead with his mouth, he assaulted it with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth. Eventually, Xie Lian left Hua Cheng's nipple alone and went lower to lick up the salty spend on his abdomen. Then he kissed down the man's treasure trail while caressing his v-line until he met his member.

Unlike Xie Lian, Hua Cheng was far from shy, so when he felt his lover swallow him, there was no restraint in his following moans. And while Xie Lian was slightly embarrassed by the volume, he couldn't help but lower a hand to jerk himself off.

When he felt his impending orgasm, Xie Lian sat up and pushed himself back inside Hua Cheng as he continued to stroke the man under him. It didn't take long for Xie Lian to finish, and at the sensation of his god spilling his warm seed inside him, Hua Cheng came too.

Xie Lian pulled himself out and flopped down next to his husband, nestling into him. "I have a new found respect for you, San Lang. This is exhausting." Hua Cheng pulled the belt off his face and kissed his lover deeply. "I know, I know, give me a minute..." Xie Lian sighed.

Hua Cheng kissed the other's jaw. "But this one is not sure that he can wait."

"Let me rest a little first?"

"After only one round?" Though his tone was almost teasing, Hua Cheng tucked his head into Xie Lian's shoulder and held him closer. "I suppose that is this one's fault for not giving you spiritual energy. Sorry, I was distracted." Clearly.

"San Lang has nothing to apologize for." Xie Lian wrapped his arms around the other and began trailing his fingers through his hair, a question lingering on his tongue. "...Do you like it this way better?" Xie Lian asked after deliberating the question for a moment.

Hua Cheng hummed. "Better? I don't think so." Hua Cheng raised his head from Xie Lian's shoulder and used a hand to cup his face. "As long as it's you, I'm happy."

Xie Lian sat up and coughed into his fist once more. "You can put the belt back on now."

Hua Cheng smirked. "I thought gege was tired, but he seems to be rather eager now."

"San Lang!" Xie Lian whined, covering his face.

"Won't gege tell me if he likes it this way better?" Xie Lian stood up from the bed and began gathering his clothes. "Wait, gege, this one was only teasing! Gege! I will be quiet now, I promise!"

Hua Cheng had moved to the side of the bed, and Xie Lian walked back over to pick up the straggling garment he needed. But just when he looked like he was going to start dressing, Xie Lian instead dropped his robes and tied the belt on Hua Cheng again, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

"You promise?"

"Yes."

"Good," Xie Lian said while climbing onto his husband's lap.

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