Hua Xianle

Chapter 93

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Hua Ying pressed a searing kiss right on Lan Wangji's lips, the force and the sudden action making Wangji gasp. The second those painted lips parted, the prince immediately pressed his tongue into the hot cavern of his zhiji's mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of his beloved's body, knowing this would likely be his only chance.

"Mnnn~" Lan Wangji moaned into the kiss, going slack under Hua Ying's control.

After a few moments of fevered kissing, Hua Ying pulled back for air. Lan Zhan was flush in the face, gasping for breath as his soulmate gave him a predatory grin. He licked his lips, reaching out to stroke one of those reddened cheeks with his thumb.

"My precious Lan Zhan, how debauched you look. All flustered and red for me." He leaned in, nipping at one of his zhiji's reddened ears before whispering into it. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy every minute of this. I'll claim your body as you balance my core, making you feel so good..."

They had been pressed against the wall during this entire exchange, but both Hua Ying and his resentful energy had different plans for their beloved Cauldron. Despite the purpose he was intended to serve, the Prince refused to have their first time be pressed against some wall like a pair of rutting animals. His kind, selfless, ever generous zhiji deserved to enjoy himself, and that's exactly what Hua Ying intended to do.

He bent down and scooped up Lan Zhan, holding him like one would a clingy child. Much like one, the jade wrapped his arms around Hua Ying's neck, his legs curling around the prince's middle. His brow furrowed as he realized just how skinny his Hua Ying had become. However, before he could utter a single word, the prince captured his mouth in a kiss once more.

"Stop thinking," the prince commanded before pressing his prize into the mattress of his bed. "Or better yet, I should simply stop you myself."

The tendrils of resentment returned, snaking off Hua Ying's robes like tentacles from a sea beast. Each one wrapped around one of Lan Zhan's limbs, spreading him out across the bed like a debauched concubine. The jade gave an experimental tug on the energy, feeling soft resistance. He was confined, but not painfully.

He was so distracted by his resentful manacles that he didn't realize his zhiji's focus had shifted downward. He was swiftly made aware of that fact when he felt the gentle loosening of the belt on his robes. He gasped, looking down to see Hua Ying parting his robes, exposing the rest of his torso, as well as his lower half. The prince licked his lips at the sight of Lan Zhan's flush cock, which had begun to stir near the beginning.

"So big, Lan Zhan." Hua Ying traced a finger along the sensitive underside, eliciting a gasp and whine from his bound prey. "I wonder how we compare."

The Prince leaned back, sliding down his trousers just enough to expose his own bobbing cock. Straddling his zhiji's thighs, he pressed their cocks together, rubbing them together while feigning taking measurements. The entire time, Lan Zhan writhed on the bed, the sensation so foreign to him, and yet so pleasurable at the same time.

The Lan Clan had descended from monks, which meant that there were rules established that spoke of abstinence and rejection of bodily pleasure. It was one of the reasons that the Cold Pond was used as often as it was, especially by disciples entering maturity. Since meeting Hua Ying, Lan Zhan had meditated in the Cold Pond almost daily to maintain his dignity and composure. However, he had also perused some of Nie Huaisang's erotica during one of his visits to Qinghe (It wasn't breaking the rules because it wasn't in Cloud Recesses. Both Muqin and Fuqin agreed) and knew a few things about these types of things.

Of course, reading about them and experiencing them were two different things altogether.

"Hua Ying~" he whimpered, biting his lip to try and control himself.