Crown Prince and Ghost King

Chapter 57

Weary, after dealing a whole day with unruly gamblers in the den, Hua Cheng eyed his husband laying in their soft, inviting bed and whined: «Gege, why don't you help this poor believer with his clothes?», he said, puppy eye and all. «This believer is too tired».

Behind him, he heard E-Ming rattle on the dressed, as if it was laughing. Hua Cheng ignored his scimitar in favor of keeping up his cute attitude, and looked at Xie Lian expectantly. He was seconds away from changing into one of his youth forms, just to look even more adorable in Xie Lian's eyes, when the god rolled his eyes in amusement and got up from the bed, only a sheer set of night robes draped on his body.

«You are such a menace, San Lang», he scolded him, though his voice held no bite. If anything, Xie Lian was smiling brightly, finding his husband's antics to be quite cute. «Look at you, wanting to be undressed by me. What a lazy ghost I married».

But he loved that ghost, so much so that he stood on his tiptoes to leave a kiss first on Hua Cheng's cheek, and then on the tip of his nose: «What would I do without my San Lang, uh? Bend down a little, you're too tall», he then complained, playing the exact same game. Not childish, just... cute. Fun.

Hua Cheng, of course, gave a chuckle but then complied, bending just enough for the god to comfortably reach the string of his eye-patch to untie it. He also took some time to unravel the braid on one side of Hua Cheng's head, careful when he removed the coral pearl at the base, and then kissed his husband again.

That time, though, Xie Lian captured his lips, insistently claiming them as his nimble fingers unclasped the many necklaces around Hua Cheng's neck. It had to be said, Xie Lian had gotten quite good at multitasking, when busy pampering his husband with lascivious affection.

Xie Lian let out a sigh when the ghost's hands found their place on his waist, holding it with possessiveness. The touch, although known and familiar, never failed to send shivers down his spine. It was a blissful sensation, and the god loved every second of it, no shame to spare.

He smiled, peppering Hua Cheng's face with kisses – the corners of his mouth, the tip of his nose, those perfect cheekbones – and kept dutifully undressing him despite the distraction. The silver bracers landed with a clang on the dressing table, soon followed by a ridiculous amount of gleaming rings and chains, and then it was all fun.

The maple red outer robe was discarded first, thrown haphazardly over the back of a chair. Then it was the turn of the middle layer, black as a moonless night. And lastly, Xie Lian eyed the inner robes Hua Cheng was wearing, a white so pure it almost seemed out of place on the body of Crimson Rain Sought Flower.

He took his time with that, leaving a trail of kisses down from Hua Cheng's jaw-line to his neck, and then to the exposed pale skin. Feeling mischievous, Xie Lian moved away the collar of the shirt and left even more kisses, even dared a bite and a lick, only so he could hear his husband sigh with contentment and feel his hands tighten their hold.

It was nice.

More so than that.

«San Lang», the god called him, voice but a whisper. «I want to go visit your lair».

Hua Cheng, who had his eye closed up until them, opened it and looked down at his husband: «Is there a particular reason why this request was spoken now?», he asked, a gentle smile on his lips. He had an inkling, judging by Xie Lian's behavior, but it was always nice to hear him say certain things. It was also amusing seeing that adorable faint bush creep up on his cheeks as he did so.

In response, Xie Lian pouted and hugged the ghost all of a sudden, locking his arms around Hua Cheng's waist so he could bury his face in his chest: «I want to make love with you», he admitted, voice muffled. «Have happier memories in that place».