One with morality is the home of all joy.
Morality is cool water, removing distress.
One with morality is praised by all the world.
Those who are moral receive superior destinies…
“Out loud, Gege.”
Hua Cheng’s voice is husky, full of authority, and Xie Lian has to choke back a whimper at the way it commands him. His mind is a scattered mess and he can’t focus like he should be doing, because his entire body is alight with Hua Cheng’s touch and there’s nothing else he wants to be thinking about right now than getting that touch inside him.
He’s beginning to regret agreeing to this idea already. He should have known that the second Hua Cheng had suggested it, he would have struggled from the start.
They had not long returned from an outing in Ghost City, and Xie Lian had settled himself on a mat to meditate. While not really necessary for him to advance his cultivation anymore, he still likes to recite the sutras he had learned as a child—partly to preserve them, and partly because he finds it relaxing.
Hua Cheng had left to see to some disturbance in the Gambler’s Den in the interim, leaving Xie Lian alone to sink into his deep trance. Before he knew it, time had flown by, and his sutras were interrupted by light fingers teasing their way across his collarbone.
“San Lang,” he had said with exasperated amusement. “I’m meditating.”
That hadn’t deterred him. Hua Cheng had continued teasing his skin, his body slotting in behind Xie Lian’s on the mat. The smirk he was wearing was practically audible in his voice as he’d trailed his nose lightly along Xie Lian’s shoulder and the nape of his neck.
“Mm, I’m not stopping you.”
Xie Lian had continued stubbornly reciting his sutras, even as those hands toyed with his collarbones, and then his chest, and then gradually began to make his way down his body. Until Hua Cheng had paused and Xie Lian could practically sense the devious smile on his face, and he had suggested that he reward Xie Lian for reciting his sutras if he manages to get through them without mistakes.
Ever one for he challenge, Xie Lian had readily agreed.
Which is how he finds himself here, shuddering under Hua Cheng’s touch, while he tries not to screw up a sutra he’s recited a thousand times, literally, and Hua Cheng doing his very best to make him go to water.
This should feel wrong. If his old teachers knew what he was in the middle of while reciting the ethics sutra of all things, they’d all qi deviate on the spot. But like all things Hua Cheng does that should feel wrong, all Xie Lian takes from it is an inexplicable sense of excitement and—in this case at least—arousal down to his bones.
He should be ashamed of the way they’re turning something sacred into a game of this nature. But Xie Lian really can’t be bothered.
Hua Cheng’s fingers dance across his chest while the other slides lower, between his crossed legs to palm at him through the fabric. Xie Lian shudders when those deft fingers tease at him, pinching and twisting and drawing all sorts of obscene sounds from him.
“One who is moral is praised by the whole world,
One who is moral will receive superior destinies…ah!”
The noise escapes him without his permission when Hua Cheng’s hand slips beneath his robe, teasing at his length before taking hold of it firmly in his hold. Xie Lian’s head drops back without his permission, landing on Hua Cheng’s shoulder and bearing his neck to the mercy of Hua Cheng’s teeth.
“One cannot walk without legs to support him,
Just so, without morality, one cannot see…one cannot…”
Hua Cheng’s hand slows the more Xie Lian struggles to complete the verse, and he finds himself gripping at his forearm without even thinking about it, trying desperately not to be distracted by the heat that sparks through his body. He manages to spit out the rest of the verse in a rush, and Hua Cheng’s hand resumes its lazy strokes.
“Gege is doing so well,” Hua Cheng purrs in his ear, earning himself a whimper. “Perhaps I’m making it too easy.”
No, no you’re not, I swear.
But Xie Lian says nothing, just keeps reciting as Hua Cheng continues his leisurely strokes, though he stutters more than once, earning himself a quiet reprimand. And then there are lips on his neck, and the sting of teeth, and Xie Lian’s whole body jerks.
“J-Just as without eyes, one cannot see forms…” Xie Lian gasps. Hua Cheng grins against his skin, and picks up the pace of his wrist, while his other hand torments his chest with deft fingers. “Without morality…one—one cannot see the Dharma…”
“You sound a little flustered, Gege,” Hua Cheng teases. He slows back down again, dragging that torturous rhythm out, in no hurry at all while Xie Lian struggles to remember his sutra. “Do we need to start again?”
“No,” Xie Lian gasps. “I just…need a second.”
“Hmm…”
Hua Cheng slows down, and Xie Lian can’t bite back the whimper as he’s held completely still by strong hands. Hua Cheng’s long fingers release their hold, dancing across his skin beneath his robes in a way that has Xie Lian gasping, the sparks of heat the touch leaves behind making him shiver.
The gasp becomes a yelp when he’s lifted bodily and hurled forward to sprawl across the floor, his robes in complete disarray now, and Hua Cheng is draping himself along the length of him. His weight squeezes the breath from Xie Lian’s lungs, but he melts into it, the comfort and security of Hua Cheng above him an immediate balm to his frayed nerves.
That is, until Hua Cheng speaks.
He purrs in Xie Lian’s ear, voice low, hands palming at his robes until they’re shucked up high, over the swell of his ass to bunch around his waist in an obscene display.
“Maybe I should make things a little more difficult for you, Gege.”
Xie Lian whimpers into his arms. The ethics sutra has all but fled his mind now, focused solely on the way Hua Cheng’s body feels and the sound of his voice. He doesn’t think he’s ever found meditation more difficult.
“It’s already…too much…” he manages to rasp, but turns his head needily to try and steal a kiss.
Hua Cheng pulls back cheekily, and Xie Lian’s mind wails.
“Mm, Gege, your sutra.”
He could kick himself for agreeing to this. Could flat out murder himself.
With a muffled sob, Xie Lian turns his head away so that he can rest it on his forearms, desperate to drag up where he had been up to.
“Morality is the base on which all qualities grow…”
Cool fingers dance up the back of his thighs, tracing little lines in his skin that felt like they could scald him. They trace up the curve of the muscle, and then move to the curve of his backside, where Hua Cheng flattens his palms and squeezes, causing Xie Lian to hitch in his breath and falter. But he manages to pick up after a second, and Hua Cheng’s fingers dance closer, teasing at his ass until Xie Lian unconsciously arches his hips backwards.
“A broken vase is no good for gems, with morality rent…”
Xie Lian manages to swallow the low groan he makes when Hua Cheng’s fingers slip inside him. As they were when they stroked him, they are languid and slow in their actions, Hua Cheng taking his sweet time to torture Xie Lian until he can no longer see straight. Xie Lian thinks he’s going to explode.
“You’re doing so well, Gege.”
Xie Lian doesn’t answer; just keeps chanting out loud, breathless and stuttery while he listens to the sound of fabric shifting. And then his chanting collapses into a garbled mess of whimpers and moans with Hua Cheng’s intrusion into his body, the thick heat of him sending any coherent thought Xie Lian might have been having into the ether.
Hua Cheng slides in easily, settling over Xie Lian so that he can kiss the nape of his neck and his burning ears, and take hold of his hands where they’re twisted together and white knuckled. Xie Lian is panting, his shoulders trembling, and when Hua Cheng is able to see the side of his face, his eyes are clamped shut.
“Have you finished reciting?” Hua Cheng doesn’t sound at all bothered, and Xie Lian wants to kick him.
But at his mercy like this, he can’t so he just lays there and tries to recollect his thoughts while Hua Cheng’s cock stays buried in him.
“Though…though it is…”
“Mm…is that the right verse?”
Xie Lian curses, and Hua Cheng laughs. He kisses his neck and remains perfectly still, like he could stay here all day like this without any need to get off.
“Take your time, Gege,” Hua Cheng teases. “I have all day.”
It’s too overwhelming. The sensations, the heat, the pressure, all of it. Xie Lian can’t think, and his body is screaming at him to move; to get Hua Cheng to move, to fuck him into the floor until he has carpet burn on his chest.
“San Lang,” he whimpers, and tries desperately to arch his back and get something. But Hua Cheng is rock solid and still around and in him, like a stone statue. “Please…”
“You have to finish meditating first,” Hua Cheng says, as though Xie Lian has asked him for a chocolate and not to fuck him within an inch of his life. “You messed up the order.”
Xie Lian can’t help the sob that escapes him. Hua Cheng is keeping him pinned, his hips as still as the stone statues he’d spent ten years carving, and his cock is heavy and hot inside him. He doesn’t sound at all ruffled by their position, his breath even and his lips leaving teasing trails up the nape of Xie Lian’s neck.
On the other hand, Xie Lian is panting for breath, his whole body shaking while he tries desperately to get something, anything from this current position. He can’t even rut against the soft mat to get some relief, because Hua Cheng has him so thoroughly pinned.
He squirms, and Hua Cheng laughs softly.
“Your sutra, gege. Get it right, and I’ll keep going.”
Xie Lian whimpers.
Somehow, he manages to drag his mind back and focus on where he was up to, and what verse he’d mistaken. It takes him a few more moments, and a few more desperate attempts to roll his hips, for him to find his voice, before he drops his head onto his forearms and manages to rasp the next verse.
“If in the first place, one is without morality,
Do you think he will…will gain nirvana…from the outside?
Someone whose nose is missing is—haaah!”
The cry leaves him before he can stop himself, as Hua Cheng languidly rolls his hips forward. Xie Lian’s back arches automatically as best it can under Hua Cheng’s weight, and his toes curl as heat shoots down to his toes and up his spine. That slow, torturous drag leaves a molten feeling in his body, and Xie Lian is desperate for more.
“Keep going, Gege. The more you get right, the more I give you.”
“S-San Lang…”
“Mmm…”
Hua Cheng slows to a stop again, and Xie Lian could cry.
“Someone whose nose is missing will not need a mirror,
Though it is not seen by the eyes or heard by the ears,
Those who guard the doctrine will be given the fortuitous rebirth…”
Hua Cheng begins to move again, his pace steady but rhythmic. His cock slides smoothly into Xie Lian’s pliant body with every word Xie Lian manages to get right, despite his mind now starting to try and scatter again. It’s neither fast nor slow, but it’s enough to have heat beginning to curl in Xie Lian’s body already.
“You’re doing well, Gege,” Hua Cheng purrs. He snaps his hips forward, and Xie Lian yelps, before sliding his arm across his collarbones, where Xie Lian immediately clutches with both hands. That hold grounds him, and he manages to bring his mind back to where it needs to be to recite the last verse.
He’s desperate—so desperate to feel Hua Cheng fuck him into oblivion after this.
“Therefore, the teacher speaks…speaks…great guidance…”
Hua Cheng slows again, and Xie Lian cries.
“Wrong.”
“Praise! Great praise!” Xie Lian cries out, and he blurts out the rest of the sutra before he even has a chance to let himself be scattered again.
“The teacher speaks great praise of morality!
One with morality reaches buddha’s enlightenment!
One with morality is anointed with perfume!
One with morality is the home of all joy!”
The world spins as he’s hauled backwards the second he’s finished the sutra, and he finds himself once more planted in Hua Cheng’s lap. Only this time there’s a cock buried inside him, and his body is hyper sensitive, and the teeth at his ear are biting and needy.
“You did well,” Hua Cheng praises, and even that does things to Xie Lian in this state. “You did so well, Gege. Allow this San Lang to reward you.”
“Yes, yes, please,” Xie Lian begs shamelessly. He brings his hand up behind them to clutch at the back of Hua Cheng’s head, the other still gripping his forearm where it now rests at his hip.
Without any further ado, Hua Cheng encourages Xie Lian to move. And he does—with very little coordination, he begins fucking himself desperately in Hua Cheng’s lap, his eyes swimming and his body burning from the inside out. His robes are hanging off him in a tangled mess and the fabric scratches at his heated skin, but he doesn’t stop to bother clawing it off.
Words are completely lost to him now. Hua Cheng uses his own strength to lift Xie Lian off his lap and then drag him back down again, the hands at his hips bruising in their grip and sure to leave marks behind later.
There’s nothing but the sound of their rattled breathing and the obscene smack of skin on skin, and the breath is punched out of Xie Lian’s lungs with every single thrust of Hua Cheng’s length inside him. He arches his back, feeling his body already beginning to reach its limit, and one of Hua Cheng’s hands suddenly curls around his chest, tipping them both back until Hua Cheng is laying on his back on the floor with Xie Lian’s back to his chest, legs still folded under him.
Xie Lian means to move, but Hua Cheng keeps him pinned there, and with this new angle he is able to drive into Xie Lian from below at a pace that makes Xie Lian see stars. The moans are dragged from him without him even being aware of it, growing louder and louder the harder and faster Hua Cheng goes.
“Fuck. Gege.” Hua Cheng’s breath draws in through his teeth in a telltale sign of how close he is. Xie Lian can only turn his head a little, letting his lips fall slack as Hua Cheng licks into his mouth in a messy and uncoordinated kiss.
The kiss is broken by Xie Lian’s cry when Hua Cheng grips his neglected cock in a borderline painful grip, and begins working him to the brink while fucking into him so hard and fast that he can hardly tell which way is up and down. It’s all Xie Lian needs to be sent spiralling over the brink, his orgasm taking hold before he even has the chance to give any warning.
His breath is robbed from him as his vision whites out, his back arching and his mouth falling slack in a wordless scream. The fire roars through his body in waves, again and again, and Hua Cheng draws it out of him with expert hands, until he’s seeing stars and can hardly breathe for the assault on all his senses.
Dimly, he’s aware that Hua Cheng is still going, still fucking up into him with guttural growls, until the furious rhythm draws to a sudden halt and he’s rolling his hips, cursing and moaning and dragging his own orgasm out in Xie Lian’s body.
Spent, Xie Lian just lets himself fall lax where he is, while Hua Cheng continues to give small, shallow thrusts, still buried in him. Eventually, even those still, until they’re both laying in a tangled mess of robes, both breathless and oversensitive.
Xie Lian shifts, his knees beginning to grow sore with how they’re still bent under him, and Hua Cheng takes the opportunity to slide out from under him. Xie Lian shivers when he feels heat begin to slip out of his body in the emptiness he feels without Hua Cheng inside him, and he tries to squeeze his legs together to keep it there, wanting to hold onto it a little longer.
Oblivious, Hua Cheng shifts to his side, perched on an elbow so that he can gaze down at a flushed and thoroughly debauched Xie Lian, looking smugly at the mess he’d made of his robes. Without saying anything, he leans down and trails his lips up Xie Lian’s sensitive neck, before pausing at his mouth to give him a languid kiss.
Hua Cheng’s penchant for soft kisses and cuddles after any round is especially endearing; one that Xie Lian eagerly responds to. He returns the kisses lazily, still trying to catch his breath, all thoughts of meditation forgotten.
“Gege did so well,” Hua Cheng mumbles against his jaw, where he’s resuming his trail of pecks and nips that make Xie Lian shiver. And then he grins “But I think I won that one.”
Xie Lian tries not to scoff. “You played dirty.”
The grin he receives is downright lascivious. “Isn’t that what I was supposed to do?”
He wrinkles his nose, but pulls Hua Cheng down for another kiss, his limbs feeling heavy. With a light nip at Hua Cheng’s lip that earns him a slight hitch of breath, he smiles up at him.
“Next time, I’m going to be the one making you forget what you’re supposed to be doing.”
Hua Cheng just laughs, and curls his arms around Xie Lian’s waist as he settles his head on his chest.
“I look forward to that challenge, Gege,” he says. “I want you to make me forget my own name.”
The mere thought of it makes Xie Lian’s toes curl.
He’s already quite certain that he’ll win that challenge.