Royal Problems

Chapter 7- Chairs and Tables (M)

    Xue Yang sat down on the chair behind him and pat his lap, "Come here princess." Xingchen walked over and sat down on Xue Yang's lap, straddling him.
    "D-don't go to hard alright?" Xingchen said, "I still need to be able to walk."
     Xue Yang chuckled, "Alright but princess, you know how I am. If you do anything I won't spare you."
     "M'k," Xingchen said nodding. Xue Yang smiled and grabbed Xingchen's hips, he pulled the man closer to him and kissed him deeply. Xingchen moaned softly into the kiss and moved his hips, he rubbed their fronts and his face scrunched up.
    Xue Yang guided Xingchen's hips and smirked when he felt Xingchen grip his hair. He moved down and sucked on Xingchen's neck harshly, he bit the soft skin every once in a while. Xingchen moaned quietly at the feeling, trying not to make too much noise.
    "Xue Yang," he softly said, "th-the table." Xue Yang sucked on Xingchen's adam's apple harshly leaving a mark.
    "Alright," Xue Yang mumbled against the skin. He picked Xingchen up and laid him down on the table, he stripped both of them of their bottoms and put a finger in Xingchen's mouth. "Suck," he ordered.
   Xingchen obeyed and sucked on the digit, once it was fully covered in his saliva Xue Yang removed it. Xingchen watched as Xue Yang's hand went down and stuck two fingers in him, he bit his lip muffling a moan.
    Xue Yang thrusted his fingers slowly and smiled when Xingchen moved his hips to meet with the thrusts. He scissored the man beneath him and put another finger in, he thrusted at a faster pace and felt himself go harder at the sight. Xingchen was covering his mouth with his hands and his hair was sticking to his face with sweat, he was moaning softly behind his hands and was trembling slightly.
    "Princess do you want more? Or do you want to stop here?" Xue Yang purred.
     "M-more," Xingchen whispered. Xue Yang nodded and removed his fingers and replaced them with his member. He thrusted in sharply and Xingchen bit his hand to prevent himself from moaning. Xue Yang thrusted deeply at a fast pace, and Xingchen whimpered, "H-harder."
    Xue Yang smirked and went harder and deeper. He grabbed Xingchen's leg, put it over his shoulder and spread the other leg wider, and he angled himself so that he hit Xingchen's prostate every time.
   Xingchen felt tears fall from his eyes he let out chocked moans and sobs. He was feeling overwhelmed at the feeling of pain and pleasure, his hips and lower back burned but it felt so good.
   He whimpered and cried and moaned, his hand still covering his mouth as Xue Yang pounded into him. Xue Yang saw the tears and heard the whimpers, he grunted, "Too hard?" He slowed down but Xingchen shook his head.
    "N-no, go h-hard and ro-rough," he whimpered.
   "Alright then," Xue Yang said and thrusted sharply. He went harder and left a bruise on Xingchen's thigh where he had his hand, he felt himself get close.
    At the same time Xingchen moaned, "I'm c-close."
    "Me too," Xue Yang said and thrusted once more and came deep inside of Xingchen. The other man came all over his torso and a bit on Xue Yang's chest. Xue Yang rode out his high and pulled out with a soft laugh, "I came a lot in you."
    He was right, the cum had leaked from Xingchen's hole and onto the table, a bit of it at least. He smirked at a sudden idea, he leaned down and licked the rim softly.
   "Xue Y-yang," Xingchen moaned, "w-what are you d-doing?"
    "I am suddenly hungry, and you seemed like the perfect meal," Xue Yang said and stuck his tongue inside Xingchen.
"Xue Yang!" Xingchen gasped, "Stop it! No don't do that!" Xue Yang, instead of listening, spread Xingchen's legs wide and let his tongue flick inside of Xingchen.
He thrusted his tongue and sucked on the rim making it even more red and swollen. He stretched his tongue and barely brushed against the certain bundle of nerves.
"Xue Yang," Xingchen whimpered, "please." Xue Yang pulled away and replaced his tongue with his fingers. He pushed them in deep and pressed on Xingchen's prostate, causing the man's legs to tremble.
Xingchen was getting close and he bit his tongue to silence a moan, he held back a scream and released for the second time. He fell back tired and watched as Xue Yang removed his fingers and licked them, "Xue Yang," he whined, "don't do that!"
"Why not?" Xue Yang said sucking on his finger, "You taste delicious."
Xingchen blushed furiously and covered his face with his hands. He laid there for a while but heard footsteps, "Shit," he stood up and quickly put on his pants. Xue Yang followed suite and stood a bit farther away with his hand behind his back, trying to act normal.
Song Lan walked in and saw Xingchen's face red, his lips swollen and a bit of white on his stomach, he knew exactly what had happened, "Your majesty, the king and queen request your presence."
"Oh really?" Xingchen asked, "Let's go then." He walked away with Xue Yang and Song Lan following only to be stopped.
"Your majesty, I'm afraid Chengmei cannot come with us. They said only you must go, I am simply escorting you," Song Lan said.
"Well...alright. Chengmei stay here, we can meet up in the garden after I finish talking to Mama and Baba," Xingchen said smiling at the man.
"Its alright, I can wait," Xue Yang said and sat back down at the table.
Xingchen nodded and walked away with Song Lan to the meeting room, he noticed his shirt was marked and wiped it off quickly. Once they stepped inside his mother smiled, "Here he comes."
"Mama, do you need something?" Xingchen asked.
"Yes I have very exciting news, also what happened to your neck?" the woman said as Song Lan closed the door as he left.
"Oh umm, there was a mosquito. Anyways, what is it?" Xingchen asked.
"Oh ok, and you my dear, are getting married."
"What?!"