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His dragon has no idea how stunning he is, gasping and squirming and moving to meet everything he gives him. It makes it hard to take his time!

The cry sends a jolt through him and he bites his lip to hold himself back. Then nips over that exposed throat, tongue licking over pale skin and he waits until this strong body seems to beg for more before stroking over that wonderful spot again.

They have all night - and more. He has no problem spoiling his husband, no matter how much his own body aches to thrust into that tight body.

Was this really what this felt like? This amazing? He felt lost in the experience even as he moved and shifted to get more of it. Breathing harder now, Runyu moaned and felt his body tremble. Then his hands were tugging at Zishu's hair.

"More. More..."

More than this. He wanted to feel him inside him. Wanted to join with him. This was good but he knew that there was more they could be doing together. And he wanted to feel it so badly.

It could be better.

The tugging on his hair, the way his husband makes that request, makes any other answer impossible. Zishu shudders and withdraws his fingers, only to replace them after swiftly slicking himself up, slowly burying his length into his husband with a long, low moan against his neck.

He runs a hand along a leg, stroking it as he settles fully into his husband.

"Perfect." He purrs, determinedly keeping control over himself.

There. That was what he wanted.

Shuddering, he lifted his legs to wrap them around the hips above his own. Like he was going to somehow lock Zishu inside him forever that way. Whatever the case it kept him close to him as the man purred out that single word.

But he couldn't stay still for long. His hips started to move, already wanting more. To feel him move inside of him again.

Those legs curling around him, pulling him closer, make him shudder and he presses down against his husband. He tilts his head and seeks those lips out again for another deep kiss.

His hands move to give his dragon's lovely backside a squeeze in answer to those hips moving, making his breath catch. Well then, since his husband wants him to move-! Zishu braces himself and rolls his hips, thrusting a little deeper inside before pulling back almost all the way out, as far as those legs around him allow. Slowly, then thrusts back in, savoring every slide of flesh until he can't resist picking up the pace.

He knows his dragon won't break if he's rougher. If his thrusts in are faster, sharper, than the slower slide out. Making his body tingle and tremble with fierce delight.

The movement was exactly what he wanted as he eagerly kissed his husband back. A moan was released into the contact as they moved together. It took some effort but he was able to match the pace. Even when it started to get rougher. Enough to make him yelp at the first shift.

Runyu could feel the way their movements were causing his aching cock to beg for release. However, he ignored it for now. He wanted this feeling to last as long as it possibly could. The fact that he could rub against that toned stomach above him was more than enough stimulation for the time being.

"Zi'er...Zi'er..." He wasn't sure why he'd decided to give him a pet name already. However, it just felt right. And it sounded even better to moan it out as their bodies danced together.

He loves that eagerness, every hint of encouragement, that his husband enjoys this, only adds to his desire for his husband. Firms his determination to spoil and care for his dragon.

He helps him learn to move with him. Even when he speeds up! He's just as keenly aware of his husband's need for release, as well as his own, enjoying each bump and rub of that hard cock against his stomach. And so what if he takes extra care to press down, arching to rub especially against it?

But a pet name! He hadn't expected one, especially not so soon. Yet it feels right, even as it makes his toes curl in the bed sheets and he gasps, thrusting sharper into his lover. He laughs then, breathless and giddy with delight and he nuzzles his dragon's neck, smoothing out the trusts as he helps his lover's body learn to dance with his.

"Yes. I'm-" he hums, shifting the angle just a little, looking for that bundle of nerves again to make sure to hit and tease it. "Your Zi'er."

Though the nerves being found made him see stars again, what really got to him was Zishu telling him that he was his. His Zi'er. That meant no one else could have him now. Crying out the name again, he pulled on his hair, his body pressing tightly up against the man above him. It sent a jolt through him and his thighs trembled.

"C-close. Zi'er!"

Eyes closing, he let his body give in completely to its desires. To move to seek what it wanted, to press and demand and accept. Another cry left him and Runyu felt the pressure pooling between his legs.

So close. Almost. He knew he was almost there...

No one else but Runyu can touch him now. Hearing that name cried out like that has him shudder, moaning as his hair is pulled again - something he'd never thought he'd like, but his dragon is proving he does. At least when Runyu is the one pulling.

The warning, the plea, has him growl and he speeds up his thrusts again, eager to give his dragon what he wants. He spares a hand to reach for his lover's aching cock, fingers still slick with residual oil, and strokes in time with his thrusts. He knows when those muscles spasm around him, he'll follow his lover into a shattering bliss.

"Come for me," he purrs into an ear.

There was no room for anymore thought. It was just the blinding pleasure brought on by what they were sharing together. That hand tipped the scales in the end, Runyu crying out one more time as he came between them. His muscles squeezed around the man inside of him, practically refusing to let him move even a little bit, clinging to that cock.

Lips parted to pant for air, it felt like hours to Runyu even though it was perhaps only seconds before his body relaxed and melted onto the bed. Every part of him was tingling in the best way possible.

He has a split second of pure satisfaction before his body arches with one last sharp thrust, burying his cock as deep as possible before his climax drags a sharp cry from him as well. No. No more thought. Only pure feeling as their bodies shake and tremble together.

Zishu pants for breath, forehead pressing to his husband's shoulder as he settles over him. Pressing him into the bed as an extra blanket - keeping him warm, as promised, especially in the wake of their exertion. But also because he simply doesn't want to pull out or off of his husband just yet.

Having the warm weight of his husband on top of him was grounding. It helped his mind to settle and he felt like he wasn't going to float away. Relaxing his hold on him, Runyu started to pet the hair he'd been pulling instead, nuzzling against the top of his head. Sighing softly, he found himself smiling a little

How he'd ended up here he didn't know. Fate was a strange thing. But he knew that he was happy he had. He felt more free to be himself than he ever had before and he knew he wanted to be there for this man. To be at his side and to protect him as well as best he could.

His husband. His Zi'er.

Zishu can't help but melt under the petting and nuzzling, a long sigh answers Runyu's as he snuggles in. He smiles and presses a kiss to his husband's neck, letting himself enjoy being held like this.

But he also lets a hand absently wander, smoothing idly over what he can reach of his dragon's body without moving from his comfortable position.

He hadn't expected this easy connection. Would never have hoped for it with an arrangement like theirs. Yet that is exactly what they've found, and knowing himself, he will jealously protect his husband.

As he came back to his senses, he had a soft realization that made him laugh gently. Here they were after having lounged in the bath. A place to be clean. And now they were quite the opposite. They'd have to clean up before they went to sleep too. Runyu nuzzled his hair gently, breathing in his scent.

"You know, we're just going to have to go right back to the bath, Zi'er," he murmured softly, letting his husband know what he found so amusing.

So often, laughter out of no where makes him wary. But not Runyu's. It's too warm, too gentle. It makes him smile instead, waiting to hear his husband's thoughts if the other chooses to share them.

And they are! He laughs then too, grinning and lifts his head to nuzzle their noses together. "When we're done for the night, yes. Unless," he can't help another little chuckle, eyes bright with playful affection. "Unless my husband is already tired?" If so, then he'll just have to scoop his lover up and carry him to the bath, warming it up with his internal force - worth it. For his husband, he's finding he will go to rather great lengths to spoil him.

This playful side was one that he knew he would enjoy seeing in their time together. It lit up Zishu's eyes and made him look even younger. Runyu was almost lost in that look but he just laughed softly then lifted his legs to hook them around the hips above his own.

All to suddenly flip the man onto his back with him on top of him. Something that shifted the cock still inside him around as he sat on top of his husband, pulling a gasp from the dragon as he settled. Then he gazed down at him, letting his hands run over the toned expanse of the swordsman's chest.

"Zi'er, I think you'll end up tired before I do," he murmured with a smile.

Zishu rarely relaxes enough for this side to escape these days. It's nice to be able to now, with someone he fully expects to spend the rest of his life with. And he will fight and train hard to make that a very long life.

He laughs as his dragon flips them over, even as it makes him shudder as he feels those muscles around him. But he also clearly doesn't mind this new position, either. He chuckles, arching into those hands in open invitation to explore and touch to his husband's content.

"I can live with that, though I admit I hope not to disappoint you."

"Because you are currently mortal and will tire before I do? No, that won't disappoint me."

What would disappoint him would be if Zishu broke his promises. If he betrayed him somehow. That would work to disappoint him. But stamina? No, that wouldn't bother him at all. Runyu didn't mind if he was going to be the one to last longer that Zishu. Just having this with him was so much already.

Leaning down, he stole a soft kiss from him. Right before moving his head out of reach playfully so that way one couldn't be stolen back. Licking his lips, he rolled his hips, ready to help start to get his husband hard again inside of him. Just that action made him gasp but he didn't stop or hesitate in his actions.

"Keep your promises to me, Zi'er. I'll never be disappointed then."

He smiles softly at the warmth being told he's currently mortal. Implying that he will succeed in reaching immortality. And the reassurance that stamina alone won't be enough to disappoint his husband.

The stolen kiss makes him laugh again, especially when Runyu immediately pulls out of easy reach for an answering stolen kiss! He slides his hands over his husband's sides, a sigh escaping as those hips roll in encouragement. It won't be at all difficult for him to get hard a second time, not with this wickedly beautiful dragon teasing him! Of course he rocks his hips up in answer, feeling his cock grow hard, still happily buried in his husband.

'Keep your promises.'

His blink is slow, and his expression clears as he recognizes one fact. "The promises I make to you, from one heart and soul to the other, will never be broken. You are mine, but I am also yours. No one else will come before you."

No one else is worthy to, in his mind. He hadn't thought it possible, and yet...there is no other fact more true.

Those words...

He went still as he let them sink in properly. Runyu just couldn't help himself, needing a moment to absorb what the man had just said to him. They weren't just sweet offerings to appease him or anything like that. These were words said to let him know that he was cared for. Admired.

Zishu meant every word that he said. He would come before any other and he would keep his promises to him. Others may or may not receive the respect of having promises kept but he always would have that.

It took his breath away.

In the end, all he could say was just, "I believe you..."

Zhou Zishu can be a very cold, cruel, even viscous man. Generally at the order of Prince Jin, or for the sake of that man.

To keep his promises to Runyu, he will be just as ruthless if necessary.

He watches as his husband realizes how intensely he means what he said. He reaches up to rest a hand against Runyu's cheek, gazing serenely into the other's eyes. At peace with his choice.

Here is someone he can just be himself with. Just exist, no pretense is needed. It's a gift he knows Runyu understands.

He has made mistakes - many of them. But agreeing to this marriage is not one of them. And he knows that if his husband seems at all unhappy wherever they are living, they will leave. Taking the risk of being hunted - Zishu knows how to disguise himself, and his husband is a dragon. They can manage it.

He'd never had someone who would have his back so thoroughly. But just a look in those eyes told him that this one man had decided that he really came first. Runyu wasn't someone to hide away or abuse or cast aside or use for power. Not in Zishu's eyes. Instead he was someone to be treasured and cared for. Loved and made to feel that he was actually worth something.

Despite the fact that a moment ago they'd been teasing about going another round, that was suddenly the last thing on the dragon's mind. Instead, he cupped this man's face and lowered his head down to press a kiss to his lips.

Words couldn't express his gratitude. He could just hope this would.

Nor will he be. Zishu doesn't want another person to command or control or use. Not when that person is his spouse. This one person, if no one else, is his equal. He believes Runyu when the other had said he doesn't see mortals as being below immortals.

Teasing comes and goes. Some things are just more important. This kiss leaves him sighing, eyes fluttering closed as he opens himself to those feelings. Answers them.

He is a man who is so used to having to hold his heart closed, for fear of it being used and abused. Yet this dragon has slipped inside and made a home, so easily. He welcomes him now.

The kiss was slow and tender, just meant to be meaningful in communicating emotion. As much as sex would have been fun, he found he just wanted this now. To share in this with this man he'd given his trust to. Even when the kiss ended, he was still lingering near, resting his forehead against Zishu's.

There was so much they'd have to learn about each other. So much they didn't know. Right now none of that mattered. Runyu felt as if he knew this man better than anyone else did despite how little he knew already.

Letting out a content sigh, he opened his eyes as he lifted his head to gaze down at the man. Gently, he stroked the lines of his face before offering him a soft smile.

If he's created a sex monster, he'll be happy to live with it! But just this closeness, it feels just as good. Zishu doesn't try to change the nature of this kiss, just relaxes into the emotions shared.

Trust.

Even when it ends and his husband rests their foreheads together, he just breathes. Lets them settle into the part of his heart that is filled with his dragon. They don't have to tell each other everything right away. They'll learn as they go, just by talking every day or observing. Zishu already feels he knows the most important things when it comes to Runyu. Trusts that his husband will tell him if he's ignorant of some important fact.

That particular sigh is what coaxes his eyes to open again, and he smiles back, leaning into the gentle hands on his face. Normally he wouldn't like being on his back, under another. Not so with Runyu.

He turns his head just enough to press a kiss to a hand, eyes not leaving his husband's. No demand, just a desire to continue expressing affection.