From CEO to Concubine-Chapter 145: Red Silk (R18)

Traditionally, the wine used for the hejin custom was home-brewed and sweet, to represent a tender union, and not as heady as some of the famous wines that were popular amongst the connoisseurs in the capital. Still, as some of it spilt from the sloppy press of their opened-mouth kiss to trickle down Yan Zheyun’s throat and pool in the dip of his collarbones, he felt intoxicated.

In the dim glow of the candlelight, Liu Yao’s eyes were impossibly dark, more mysterious and alluring than Yan Zheyun had ever seen him before, and he couldn’t hold back a gasp as Liu Yao leaned down and drank from his makeshift vessel, causing warmth to spread over the sensitive skin of Yan Zheyun’s neck as he licked a slow, leisurely trail downwards.

Red flowers bloomed in his wake, unfurling their blushing petals in the white snow. When had he been divested of his robes? When had Liu Yao pushed him gently down into the sea of red silk?

It was too much, too hot. The summer was unbearable, Yan Zheyun knew, had experienced it firsthand for himself, but now it felt beyond relief, the precious ice piled up in ornate basins just outside the red gauzy bed curtains unable to cool the night air. It was too stuffy but the core of all that heat was centred at Liu Yao’s mouth, which mapped a relentless path towards the destination of its violent campaign like a vicious conqueror chasing after his spoils of war. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He sucked bruises into the sharp jut of Yan Zheyun’s hip bone, just hard enough to hurt but gentle enough that Yan Zheyun knew the light stinging would later be overshadowed by the dull ache of the pressure of Liu Yao’s hands as they gripped at his waist.

Liu Yao was dangerous. He’d thought this the first time they’d met in front of that painting, many moons ago in Meiyue Tower.

He’s a gong in a BL harem novel. He might be a real person to you now but he still retains some of his...more...stereotypical...traits. Errant thoughts strayed through the haze of lust in Yan Zheyun’s mind before shattering into fragments as Liu Yao nibbled at the smooth flesh on his inner thigh, a hint of teeth for a small warning, as if he could tell that Yan Zheyun had allowed himself to be distracted for a second and was displeased by the realisation.

Yan Zheyun let out a quiet sigh. He let his lips part slightly and his legs slightly more, both in silent invitation of the enemy laying siege outside his fortress. This was surrender, he acknowledged, but not completely, because defeat had never tasted so fine, tinged with the glorious edge of victory as he watched Liu Yao lose his self-restraint and come undone.

"So beautiful," he heard Liu Yao murmur, part of a litany of sweet nothings that he was in no frame of mind to pay attention to, distracted as he was by Liu Yao’s hands. There was always an air of nobility to Liu Yao’s deep-set features but there was nothing refined about the way he touched Yan Zheyun, the way strong fingers grasped at the supple mounds of his buttocks, first to pull Yan Zheyun’s body flush against his own, then after to coax him to turn around and lie on his stomach as hands spread his cheeks apart before a hot pressure thumbed against his tight entrance.

This was how Liu Yao liked him; on his hands and knees, arching his back and presenting himself willingly like a cat in heat.

"I wish Ah Yun could see himself now, see how prettily his little pink mouth down here kisses my fingers when I play with it."

Bastard, Yan Zheyun thought distantly. What sort of emperor had such a filthy vocabulary? His tutors would be ashamed. Whores would be ashamed—This wasn’t the first time he’d been reduced to a flustered mess by Liu Yao’s shameless dirty talk but once again, he couldn’t voice his indignation. The most he could manage was a series of weak protesting noises, cut off abruptly into a higher-pitched cry when Liu Yao leaned in to lick a long strip up the taut skin behind his balls before pressing his tongue into that impossible tightness.

Yan Zheyun felt his vision go white, as white as his knuckles as they clenched into the crumpled folds of his wedding robes, the embroidered phoenix intertwined with Liu Yao’s dragon it was like they were embroiled in the throes of pleasure.

Just like Liu Yao and him.

"You taste so good," Liu Yao said, his breath fanning out with each word and making Yan Zheyun clench subconsciously against the relentless fingers that worked to open him up along with teeth and tongue. "I should have done this a long time ago."

"That’s because no emperor would—would eat that," Yan Zheyun managed to gasp out even as Liu Yao’s fingers brushed against his prostate, making him squirm. Perhaps being in a conservative society for the past year or so was taking its toll on him but he couldn’t quite bring himself to say the word ’ass’. Not in this context.

"Nonsense," Liu Yao retorted as he added in another digit and began pumping them in and out at a brutal pace. How many were they at now? Two? Three? All slicked with that same peach-scented salve that Liu Yao favoured and Yan Zheyun felt so full but knew that this stretch was just the beginning, a far cry from the thick girth of Liu Yao’s intimidating length. "Every emperor before this sovereign has had the pleasure of enjoying the finest delicacies in the land, why should I be any different? I respect the ancestral traditions of the Liu family’s dynasty."

Shameless. Yan Zheyun didn’t know what else to say. But it was this shameless man who chose to ignore his status as the most powerful entity in the kingdom and take Yan Zheyun in his mouth, the sudden wet pressure blindsiding Yan Zheyun with a pleasure that he wasn’t ready for.

"A-ah, Liu Yao—" He threw all decorum to the wind as he twisted his fingers in Liu Yao’s dark hair to try and pull him off because he was already on the edge from all the previous stimulation and he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t—

He shouldn’t come down the noblest throat in the country.

Through the fog in his brain, he felt Liu Yao swallow before letting Yan Zheyun slide out of his mouth with a loud satisfying suck.

Chest heaving as he came down from his climax, Yan Zheyun struggled to find words. He threw a hand over his eyes to try and block out the fierce weight of Liu Yao’s gaze as it bore into his face.

"You didn’t need to," he managed. "Liu Yao, you humble yourself before nobody, you’re emperor—"

"What is my Ah Yun scared of?" He heard Liu Yao say. Fingers carded through his fringe, pulling the strands plastered to his cheek and brow aside before leaning in to press leisurely kisses to the damp skin there. "That one day you will lose favour and I will remember serving you in bed as you’ve once served me?"

A thick lump lodged itself in Yan Zheyun’s throat. Liu Yao was razor sharp when it came to politics but also to the matters of his favourite concubine, it seemed. He hadn’t realised that he was like an open book to Liu Yao, but there was no denying the truth.

"Is that so unexpected?" he asked hoarsely, finally reaching out to take Liu Yao’s face in his hands as he looked up to meet his eyes. "I only have you. Is it so surprising that I would be scared of losing?"

Losing everything again.

Liu Yao pressed a gentle sigh against Yan Zheyun’s lips. "Ah Yun," he mumbled. "Emperor Xuanjun didn’t marry you today, Liu Yao married you. Do you understand what that means?"

"Liu Yao is also Emperor Xuanjun," Yan Zheyun insisted weakly. His hands slipped from Liu Yao’s face to wrap around his neck and pull him close for a hug. "I am content, truly, you don’t have to make leeway—"

He cut himself short with a strangled gasp when Liu Yao slid a hand beneath him to hoist him up into his lap, fingers digging into the dimples of the small of his back, which Liu Yao knew to be incredibly sensitive. He keened forward bonelessly into Liu Yao’s hold, legs wrapped around Liu Yao’s waist as he was jostled so close that Liu Yao’s hard erection rubbed against his belly, leaving a sticky smear of precome against the soft skin there.

When Liu Yao next spoke, his voice had dropped to a dangerous low growl. "If you still have the time to worry about all sorts of rubbish, then this husband hasn’t been doing a very good job of pleasing you."

Alarm bells went off in Yan Zheyun’s head. "Wait," he said, panicking as he tried to put a little distance between the both of them. The predatory aura Liu Yao was radiating was a familiar one, especially in bed, but before, he had always known that Liu Yao had inhibitions, wanted to adhere to customs and enjoy his wife wholly for the first time on their nuptial night.

That was tonight.

"Liu Yao—" Yan Zheyun’s hands, which were pressed against Liu Yao’s chest, were suddenly seized at the wrists by a firm grip to hold him in place. No matter how much he struggled, it seemed effortless for Liu Yao to keep him in place, even as he reached over the ornate pillows to pull out a lacquered box that was all too familiar.

"Why is this here?!" he asked in horror even as Liu Yao undid the gold clasp of the lock with a flick of deft fingers. The jade—there was no other word for it. The jade dildos, masquerading as poor excuses for the jade ceremonial sceptre (1), shone with a rich sheen when Liu Yao displayed them in the middle of the bed. He took them out one by one and paid them careful scrutiny like he was admiring his treasure collection, not assorted replicas of dicks.

"They were made to satisfy Ah Yun," he said conversationally. "It seemed like such a waste to leave them unused."

Yan Zheyun’s brows furrowed. He...really didn’t want to but Liu Yao was his liege and he didn’t want to cause a fuss on a night that should only have beautiful memories. If this was a kink Liu Yao wanted to explore, he could learn to accommodate—

Cold hard jade pressed against his lips. His eyes widened as he stared in Liu Yao at disbelief but Liu Yao’s expression was stoic now, dead serious as he pressed the jade sceptre slightly more firmly until it slipped between the soft petals to click against his teeth. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but the knowledge of what Liu Yao wanted him to do made his head reel.

"Since Ah Yun doesn’t know what to use his mouth for, let me help you find something to do with it. Open wide."

Hesitantly, Yan Zheyun relaxed his jaw and let his new husband slowly push the toy in. It quickly adopted the temperature of his mouth, his tongue chasing after it whenever Liu Yao pulled it out, leaving it hovering on the cusp of his lips just so he could admire the way Yan Zheyun lapped and suckled at it like a newborn kitten begging for its mother’s milk. He was putting on a lascivious show, for sure, but it was obvious that the view was appreciated. Liu Yao was so hard against him that Yan Zheyun could feel the throbbing of a thunderous pulse against his thigh and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to feel that heartbeat pulsating deep inside him.

With his mouth occupied and his hands restricted, there was little else he could do but moan around the load pushing further and further towards his throat as Liu Yao fucked his mouth at a lazy pace. His hips were still relatively free so he tried to hitch them forward, lifting his bottom up so that he could sit on Liu Yao’s cock and was rewarded with a low groan as he felt it slip between his plush cheeks to rub against his hole.

He circled his hips with growing frustration, feeling the tip of Liu Yao’s cock catch against his rim but he didn’t have enough leverage to bear down.

Come on, come inside. I want—

As though he could hear Yan Zheyun’s despairing thoughts, Liu Yao stroked a comforting hand over Yan Zheyun’s back, making him shudder. He let out a soft whine as Liu Yao lowered him back down to the bed, leaving the jade sceptre pressing against the back of Yan Zheyun’s throat as he used both hands to pull Yan Zheyun’s legs wide apart.

"Ah Yun," he said, kindly tone belying the storm brewing in the depths of his gaze. "Emperor Xuanjun is only Liu Yao."

And before Yan Zheyun could wrap his head around that declaration, he pressed forward in one swift thrust into Yan Zheyun’s warm tight heat and claimed him for his own.