In a world devastated by calamity, Yijun's journey begins when his entire village is inexplicably wiped out. Desperate for answers and protection, he scales the mountaintop to seek aid from the legendary dragons. What he finds there is beyond his wi...
The door closed behind him and he heard the laughter go quieter. The moonlight through the window shined weakly on the room. He quitted the merrymaking early; the wedding roasts were so weak and pathetic he thought it better to spare his guests the agony. His cousins' faces looked so constipated having to think up how He will ravish his wife tonight.
His wife was a man; that was the problem. His cousins' minds twist and turn and go dumb when they talk about their bed matters so easily and so shamelessly, like they are beasts in the field. But their tongue was still when it regards him.
But his mind was clear and full of what He can do tonight.
When he saw the light of the lamp through the curtain giving a red glow, his pace quickened. It almost felt like an eternity, crossing the tiny dinner room. But he reached the door of the bedroom at last. He hesitated before it, his hand caressing the red curtain as if this dream might blink away. The room remained still, the light flickering in the room beckoning him. He drew a breath and parted the curtains.
His bride's veiled head turned to him. The bed, illuminated with dragon and phoenix candles on the bedside table, was stuffed with red pillows and a red blanket which remained unrumpled beneath him. As if he always sat still for him. Waiting for him.
He exhaled a breath at the beautiful sight. His bride was a god from heaven and he was his. Right here, in his house, on his bed.
"Have you waited long for me?" he asked.
His bride shook his head, the tiny movements making the beads of his veil dance.
He sat beside him on the bed which sinks softly beneath him. He reached for the hem of his veil and slowly, savoring the scene , he lifted it over his head.
Yuze's innocent face was revealed to him. He looked at him expectantly as if this was just one of their many games. His curious eyes were dusty like irises. He reached his hand and caressed the side of his face.
"Do you know what we are going to do tonight?" he asked, his voice low and husky with anticipation and desire.
Yuze's eyes remained clear. "From the talks earlier at dinner, I assume we'd be mating?" he answered, matter of factly.
His hand caressing Yuze's hair stopped midway. He made a strained smile. His bride's innocence was so pure, it threw water on things that should be on fire.
"Do you know how humans mate?" he asked again.
Yuze's eyes remain serene. "Yes."
He chuckled at the brief, shameless answer and he shook the hands cupped in his. Yuze's so cute with his innocence it made him laugh despite the fire burning in him.
Yes, he's so innocent that he can mold him to please him the way he wanted. The thought excited him and it made his pants tight until it hurt. But he kept his cool so as not to scare him away.
"Let's play a game," he said, shifting his seat so he faced Yuze directly. "A kissing game, do you know?"
Yuze shook his head.
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He held his chin with his thumb on Yuze's quivering lip. "Do you want more?" he asked.
Yuze nodded, his eyes bright.
He placed his other hand on Yuze's shoulder.
"The game is I do things to you, then you must do the same things to me. Do you understand?"
Yuze nodded, again.
He smiled. "Good boy," he said and pushed him down the bed.
