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Xie Lian’s lips parted in a gasp. “S-San Lang!” He wiggled his hips, trying to get that feeling of cool metal deeper inside him. E’ming gave an excited shiver.
…
How did he end up here?
Well… he remembers distinctly his friends words— “Well, if you can’t have your husband, the next best thing is his sword! If you’re husband won’t fuck you, just steal that cursed scimitar instead. Trust me, it feels amazing~”
He shivered. It did, it really did.
Hua Cheng had been busy lately, and they hadn’t slept together in much too long. So, while Hua Cheng wasn’t looking, he had swiped E’ming and used it for… alternate purposes.
Xie Lian hoped Hua Cheng might walk in on him, find him like this— E’ming’s hilt piercing his soft insides open as the god rode it faithfully, hips rocking without pause.
He shuddered at the thought, his hips picking up the pace. He needed—
He needed to come.
The god let out a filthy gasp as E’ming hit his prostate, the cool metal finally beginning to heat up against his warm, slick insides. The contrast had been beautiful, golden, and it made Xie Lian’s eyes flutter back and tears prick at his eyes. But this? This was even better. It felt like his husband’s cock, twitching inside him.
He screamed.
“San Lang!” His eyes rolled back, and his vision went white. The god’s whole body shuddered and spasmed, his untouched cock releasing ropes of thick white come.
Then the door opened, as a worried Hua Cheng rushed in.
Only to freeze at the sight of Xie Lian staring at him with half lidded eyes, come splattered over himself as he slowly unsheathed E’ming from his ass.
“San Lang.” The god whimpered.
Oh. Oh. Tonight was going to be a long night.