The Emperor's breath hitched—and then he moved.
"Stick out your tongue."
The command, spoken softly yet rich with intent, sent heat flooding through Yu Chen's chest. His lips parted, breath catching, as the Emperor's thumb lingered against his lower lip.
Yu Chen obeyed, his tongue hesitantly brushing the tip of the Emperor's thumb—delicate, fleeting, yet enough to break the last thread of restraint between them.
A low sound, more felt than heard, rumbled deep in the Emperor's chest. His hand shifted, sliding to the back of Yu Chen's neck, fingers threading through his hair with slow deliberation as he tilted his face upward.
" good boy," the praise rumbled from the emperor like a current igniting a spark of desire that made Yu Chen's cock dribble with anticipation.
"Please…"
The Emperor's control frayed further.
His pink tongue was captured by the emperor's mouth—deeper, slower, his tongue sweeping into his mouth with a sensual hunger that left Yu Chen gasping. His other hand slid lower, pressing gently against his waist, the silk of his robes parting further beneath the warmth of his palm. He pulled Yu Chen flush against his body, letting him feel the hardened bulge of his desire. Yu Chen gasped at the feeling, his body instinctively pressing closer.
The kiss broke, and the emperor trailed his lips down Yu Chen's jaw, nipping at his skin gently. Yu Chen moaned, his head falling back to give the emperor better access. He could feel the emperor's smile against his skin, and it sent another shiver down his spine.
The Emperor's hand did not falter, the knot of Yu Chen's belt loosening beneath his careful fingers. The delicate layers of silk parted, fabric slipping away with a whisper as he peeled back the barriers between them—slow, deliberate, revealing more of the pale skin hidden beneath.
The candlelight cast soft shadows across Yu Chen's form, illuminating the elegant slope of his collarbone,the delicate lines of his chest, smooth and untouched.
The Emperor pulled back removing Yu Chen's trousers, as he rose to his full height, the warmth of his body leaving Yu Chen as he straightened. His movements were deliberate, fluid—yet the heat in his eyes as they bore into Yu Chen remained searing, dark with unspoken promise.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his broad frame casting long shadows against the silk-draped walls, the candlelight dancing across the sharp planes of his chest as his hands moved to the jade fastenings of his robe.
Yu Chen lay half-reclined against the bedding, breath shallow, his pale chest bared beneath the parted silk of his loosened robes. His skin, pink and delicate, rose and fell in time with his rapid breaths, the subtle flush across his cheeks deepening as he watched—as he waited.
With a quiet click, the first clasp came undone.
The Emperor's gaze never left his.
The outer robe followed next slipping from his shoulders in a graceful fall, pooling at his feet with a whisper of silk. The inner layer was discarded next, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, the sculpted lines of muscle taut beneath skin kissed by the sun.
He was beautiful—fierce, commanding, yet so devastatingly controlled.
Yu chen suddenly embarrassed seemed to want to curl up to hide, but the emperor was faster, wedging his large body between his legs, his hot palm pressed against his pale abdomen, pressing firmly.
Yu Chen's entire body flushed a deeper red, helplessly he tried to close his legs, only to trap the emperor's strong waist. His robes were completely scattered, lying naked in the middle of his clothes, completely exposed. Though shy, he swallowed his saliva, more overwhelmed by the softening anticipation, the fire in his lower abdomen burning throughout his body. His cock shamelessly stiffened, its pink tip glistening with precum, flowing even more freely under the emperor's passionate gaze. "Do you know what I'm going to do?"
The Emperor's voice was a low murmur, dark and velvety, like the promise of a storm. His fingers—long and elegant, pale as polished jade—were anything but gentle. Calloused from years of swordsmanship, they dragged slowly along Yu Chen's bare skin, the contrast between their roughness and the delicate curve of his waist making him shiver. When those hands finally brushed lower, caressing the soft plane of his belly with deliberate slowness, Yu Chen's breath caught, his muscles tensing beneath the touch. His skin twitched, reacting involuntarily to the graze of those calloused palms, his body betraying him with the way his back arched subtly off the silk bedding.
The Emperor's gaze never wavered, fixed on Yu Chen's face with a predatory calm, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle just above his navel, pressing his palm more firmly, feeling the way Yu Chen's stomach quivered beneath him. "So sensitive, qing ren. Does it itch here?"
"Please," Yu Chen begged, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't know what he was asking for, only that he needed more of the emperor's touch.
The emperor's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. "Please what, qing ren?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
Yu Chen's cheeks flushed deeper, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to find the words. "Please...touch me," he finally said, his voice trembling.
The emperor was not in a hurry, leaning in to kiss Yu Chen's flushed cheek, sucking on his slightly swollen, moist lips, licking those lovely earlobes, making him dazed and breathless. The emperor's hand moved to Yu Chen's chest, his fingers tweaking his nipples, sending sparks of pain and pleasure straight to his cock. Yu Chen writhed beneath him, his body on fire as the emperor moved further down capturing a nipple in the heat of his mouth. "Don't... don't lick there..." Yu Chen moaned as his hand reached to push the emperor's head away. Only for it to be captured and pinned down as the emperor continued sucking till the pink bud swelled before moving to the other.
Yu Chen's waist twitched and bucked with each suck and lick, he felt a warm fluid flowing from his ass and precum flowed constantly from his cock, sliding down his shaft, wetting the perineum, flowing directly to the outside of the opening between his cheeks mixing with the wetness already there. He had never known he was such a sensitive person, his body was aflame with desire,
So close. So close.
Yu Chen's back arched, his thighs trembling, his body tightening under the onslaught of heat, of pleasure—just a little more, just a little—
And then—the emperor finally released his nipple,
A broken whimper escaped Yu Chen, his body trembling as the tension coiled so painfully tight inside him refused to unravel. His eyes snapped open, glassy with need, lips parted as he stared up at the man above him—helpless, aching.
The Emperor's face was unreadable, save for the slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice low, rough, as he traced his thumb across the damp peak he'd just abandoned, the touch barely there yet enough to send another shiver through Yu Chen's overstimulated frame.
His other hand remained firm at Yu Chen's waist, pressing him into the silk, anchoring him, reminding him who controlled this moment. He spread Yu Chen's thin, white legs and reached for the entrance between his cheeks. It was already wet, dripping. His long, slender fingers rubbed the outside twice, teasing the twitching entrance. He pressed a finger in and watched as it was swallowed whole. Without hesitation, he pushed his finger all the way in, his well-manicured fingertip brushing against a slightly raised area. Yu Chen gasped at the intrusion, his body tensing before relaxing as the sensation took over him. he couldn't explain it. He had expected pain at the intrusion and had braced himself for it but instead, that touch had sent a flash of white light before his eyes, a sensation of satisfaction and hunger. He was so incredibly aroused he almost cried. The emperor's finger moved in and out of him, one became two and two became three. Stretching, savouring the tightness, the warmth, the welcoming heat that surrounded his fingers. Yu Chen's breathing quickened, his heart pounding in his chest as the emperor's fingers explored him. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and completely at the mercy of the man above him. The moans of pleasure wantonly left his lips. The emperor's other hand finally moved, those calloused fingers brushing against the tip of Yu Chen's hard cock before gripping him in the heat of his fist pumping him in time with the thrust of his fingers in his ass. Yu Chen cried out, his hips bucking upwards as the emperor's touch sent waves of pleasure through his body. His moans turned into muffled cries, his body spasming violently as his cock shot out a stream of white fluid. Yu Chen's entire body convulsed, the muscles in his inner thighs trembling from the aftermath of his release. The emperor finally withdrew his fingers. The once shy and tight hole was now a vibrant colour, gaping open a finger's width, twitching helplessly, glistening with fluids. The emperor's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he looked at Yu Chen. "Good boy," he said, his voice soft.
Stepping away slightly from between Yu Chen's trembling legs. The emperor reached the waistband of his pants, releasing the strings he pulled them down roughly, freeing his hard cock. Heavy, hard and angry it pressed erectly against his stomach. Yu Chen's lower body twisted instinctively, shifting higher up the bed as if seeking escape from the impossible sight before him. The silk rustled beneath him, cool against his overheated skin, yet it did nothing to calm the wild thoughts spiralling in his mind.
His heart stuttered.
No way…
Heat pooled in his cheeks, his skin already flushed from the intensity, but now it felt unbearable—scalding in a way that sent a bolt of panic rippling through him.
No way. I'll die.
A desperate, involuntary sound escaped him, high and breathless,
If that… enters me, I'll die.