Episode 3: “Pinned Against the Wall of War Council”
It was supposed to be anger. But he moaned his enemy’s name.
War Council Chamber
Late night — floor strewn with armor pieces, silk robes half-undone
Qin Ziyan (ML)
On your knees, you still look like a prince.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
And you…
You still fuck like a man who never learned how to love.
Ziyan slams Jiuchen back against the wall — hand gripping his throat, lips brushing his ear.
Qin Ziyan (ML)
Love has nothing to do with this.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
[choked gasp, smirking]
Then why are your hands shaking when they touch me?
Ziyan rips open Jiuchen’s inner robe. Pale skin. Old scars. New marks. Jiuchen doesn’t flinch — he arches into it.
Qin Ziyan (ML)
Turn around.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
Afraid to see my face when you enter me?
Qin Ziyan (ML)
I’m afraid I’ll kiss you again if I look.
Jiuchen laughs — soft and cracked. Then turns. Presses both hands to the wall, back arched. He’s bare, waiting.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
You’re already hard again, General.
What are you waiting for?
Ziyan pushes in slowly — thick, unforgiving. Jiuchen gasps, fingers curling against stone.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
F-fuck… Ziyan…
Qin Ziyan (ML)
[grunts]
Don’t say my name like that.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
Then stop making me moan it.
Ziyan fucks him hard, deep — punishing strokes echo in the chamber. Jiuchen moans, low and broken, each thrust stealing the air from his lungs.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
Haa… ngh… slow down…
Qin Ziyan (ML)
Beg.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
You want me to— ngh— beg while you split me open?
Qin Ziyan (ML)
Yes.
Jiuchen’s knees tremble. His body shakes, but he holds the position. Until Ziyan grips his hip and angles deeper—
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
A-ah—! Ziyan—fuck—please…!
Qin Ziyan (ML)
There. That’s what I wanted.
Ziyan leans in, biting Jiuchen’s shoulder. Hard. Enough to mark.
Qin Ziyan (ML)
You’ll wear that tomorrow.
Under your silk. Beneath your crown.
My teeth. My proof.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
Then take all of me.
Just… don’t stop.
They finish like wildfire—Ziyan spilling deep, Jiuchen coming untouched with a cry muffled by his own hand.
Sweat. Blood. Come. Tears neither of them will name.
Qin Ziyan (ML)
I said one night.
Yan Jiuchen (MC)
You’re lying again.
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