A pleased hum escaped Zhang Wang's lips. He was quick to push the demon king down onto bed. And who was Yu Yanlin to refuse. He loved the wanton glint in Zhang Wang's half lidded eyes. Loved the way the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms licked his lips and undid his hair with expert elegance, tossing the pin aside despite drunk.
He loved the way those slender fingers threw away the sash at Zhang Wang's waist, eagerly peeling his robes aside revealing tantalizing flesh. Yu Yanlin drank the view in, basking in its ethereal glory.
A pale hand reached out, inviting and Zhang Wang did not hesitate to climb on top of the demon king, thighs splayed apart. The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms was clearly intoxicated, his flushed a lovely rose and unbridled desire danced in his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he cooed, rubbing his fingers into Yu Yanlin's shoulders and down to his collar bones, his chest.
