"Don't be so tense," Yu Yanlin kissed him on the corner of his lips, licking the area there as though it might encourage the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms to relax.
Zhang Wang didn't relax.
How could he? When there are cold fingers coated with slick substance rubbing at his ass. An embarrassing whine left his lips and he tried to mask it with a click of the tongue.
But Yu Yanlin didn't give up so easily and Zhang Wang wasn't ready to throw in the figurative towel. Especially not when he had so insistently said that he would go through it till the end. The demon king continued to press kisses int the length of his neck, taking a nibble when he couldn't contain his instinct. He trailed down to Zhang Wang's collarbone, his other hand rubbing his side encouragingly.
