Zhang Wang was drunk.
Not that drunk.
But drunk enough. His movements were slow and lazy. Low rumbling grumbles were won out of his chest as Yu Yanlin reached over and undid his hair so that he could more comfortably rest his head back against the bed. Yu Yanlin's hands were wide, spanning almost the full way across Zhang Wang's belly when he palmed his feverish body.
The sash came off, boots as well. His robes were being pried open like citrus being peeled of its rough, bitter skin. Zhang Wang's lashes fluttered, and he growled, hand coming up to circle around Yu Yanlin's wrist. The demon king stopped in his movements, already enchanted by the sight that lay beneath him.
The Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms really put his name to shame. His skin was absolutely flawless and smooth under the fingertips, leaning in for more contact when Yu Yanlin's touch was too light. His hair, undone spilt around him, those phoenix, half-lidded, were only more enticing. But his dark brows were pulled together in a slight furrow that spoke of irritation.
Yu Yanlin smiled, "What's wrong?"
"You too." The human rumbled, hands reaching up to paw at Yu Yanlin's clothes, tugging on the crane patterned jacket that was still around Yu Yanlin's shoulders. The demon chuckled and shrugged off his coat first. Next, he fiddled with the sash. And Zhang Wang drank in the show, eyeing each bit of tantalizing skin that came free. He wet his lips, itching to bite down and mark up the demon king's flawless body.
There was a time he'd feeling nothing but jealousy and envy when looking upon such a male body, taut and perfectly sculpted.
And yet, a different feeling was starting to familiarize itself in Zhang Wang's mind. It made his thoughts swim in alcohol even further, blurring out reason and logic in one fell swoon. While fabric was sliding off those broad ivory shoulders, Zhang Wang reached up to feel the lines of Yu Yanlin's abdomen. He marveled at the way the demon king inhaled, his belly contracting before releasing. The skin was hot beneath his touch, and Zhang Wang was possessed with the desire of wanting more.
Maybe he was under some sort of spell after all.
Yu Yanlin crawled on top of him, trapping him against the bed with all four limbs. Zhang Wang shivered with unspoken excitement, his eyes not leaving the demon king for even a moment.
"You're really sexy, you know?" There was still a bit of drunken slur in his words, blurted out without restraint.
Soft laughter was like music to his ears. Yu Yanlin dipped down for another kiss. Zhang Wang eager met those lips, joining tongues like a well-known dance. Zhang Wang sucked and bit, but he couldn't get enough. He was starving and this was only an appetizer.
Slender hands found their way around Yu Yanlin's side, circling around his waist. Zhang Wang shamelessly pulled the demon king down while thrusting his hip upward. He could feel the outline of Yu Yanlin's length against his own, and somehow it only served to make the heat rise even more. Blood was rushing southward, making it difficult to think and more and more needy. His skin was abuzz, nerves open and bear and Zhang Wang loved the way Yu Yanlin's fingers combed through his scalp.
His whole world was floating. Pleased with wanton delight, Zhang Wang's hands trailed lower and squeezed Yu Yanlin's buttocks. The demon's hips jolted a little at the action and pressed down harder against his own hips. Zhang Wang loved feeling the outline of Yanlin's cock through his trousers. Knowing the demon's arousal only seemed to feed his own.
Impatient, the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms pushed Yu Yanlin up a little breaking their kiss. Bleary eyes looked down on him with a light twinkle of confusion. He was pretty like this as well. Zhang Wang hummed, pleased at the sigh above him, but he couldn't say the same about the annoying clothes that rubbed between their embrace.
"Off," he ordered with a singsong voice, tugging at the hems of Yu Yanlin's trousers. The demon blinked down on him, his glistening lips pulling into a smile. Wordlessly, he obeyed, eagerly tugging off his pants and kicking them aside. And soon the demon king was in his full naked glory, his large cock, hard and erect between his legs, free of its confines.
Zhang Wang couldn't stop staring. He'd seen other men's penises before but only in terms of drawing class where he had no interest in them aside from improving his drawing from observation skills.
There was nothing sexy looking at another man's dick, he thought.
And yet Zhang Wang found himself lustfully glaring at Yu Yanlin's sex, enchanted by the way it was flushed with blood with a little bit pre-cum glistening on the tip. He reached out and enveloped it in his fingers, feeling the way it expanded under his touch, getting even harder.
Yu Yanlin's lashes fluttered a rumbling groan echoed from the depths of his belly as he thrust into Zhang Wang's hand. "Did anyone ever tell you…" Zhang Wang breathed, "how beautiful you are?"
Those eyes that had fallen close from pleasure slowly pried back open. A flush of embarrassment found its way up Yu Yanlin's cheeks as his movements slowed. His smile was a little shy, "No," he admitted, "I believe there were times I was called handsome, but most people called me scary."
Zhang Wang's smile turned playful, "Guess they're just scared of how beautiful you are." His hand tickled the underside of Yu Yanlin's cock before finally pulling away. He loved the way Yu Yanlin trembled from the lack of contact but he wasn't going to keep the demon waiting for long.
Fighting away the alcohol-induced dizziness, he sat up kissed the slope of Yu Yanlin's neck, hands going back to explore the masculine body above him. He trailed along those defined sides and picked at the curves defining the muscles on his abdomen. Yu Yanlin's chest rose and contracted, quivering at the touch. He reached down and helped the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms out of the confines of his pants.
Further encouraged by his freedom, Zhang Wang pulled the demon king back down. Now when their bodies were pressed flush against each other, it was skin on skin. It was likened to bathing is fire, and yet Zhang Wang didn't mind. He didn't mind the dampness of sweat or the masculine musk that hovered over Yu Yanlin's skin. He nibbled at pale collarbones, leaving blossoming marks in his wake.
Curiously he trailed further down until he came upon a cute rosy nub. Zhang Wang's eyes were alive with mirth. He peered up past loose strands of hair that had come to obscure his vision. Yu Yanlin caught him staring and in turn, locked gazes. His expression was questioning but Zhang Wang did not regret looking up to find the way sharp lust-filled eyes widened with surprise when he leaned in and kissed the delicate little bud.
Yu Yanlin jolted and Zhang enveloped the nipple with his entire mouth. He tongued it teasingly, flickering the tip a few times before biting down.
It was a strange feeling, that was the thought that first crossed Yu Yanlin's mind. He groaned, embarrassed from the act, as he was not a woman. But when he closed his eyes and really began to focus on the ticklish feeling that was building on the bud of his chest, he soon found that he was trembling, arcing inward against Zhang Wang with a trail of drool dribbling down the side of his lips.
"A-ah…" an embarrassing sound trickled out, and Zhang Wang was encouraged to suck even harder. One hand reached up to caress the other nipple between the middle finger and the thumb, pulling on it gently before pressing down.
Even though Yu Yanlin was far from being intoxicated, his mind was slowly going blank as well. One hand embraced the back of Zhang Wang skull, holding the man to his chest will filthy licking sounds assaulted his ear. He was shaking, arousal almost painful. Unable to bear it longer, he reached down to touch himself, only to startle when Zhang Wang was quick to smack his hand away.
"What…?" Yu Yanlin's voice was oddly both timid and irate at the same time.
Zhang Wang pulled away from his chest and smirked, "Don't touch yourself. If you don't touch yourself, I'll reward you later." He made an obscene gesture, marking a circle with his fingers and thumbs and holding it in front of his open mouth.
Yu Yanlin froze, his entire body flushed. He nodded stiffly, his hand pulled back from his aching cock and nodded. "Alright."