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The groceries have been brought back on a shopping trip… that’s good. Sibuxiang can hardly bother to leave the mountain on the best of days, let alone when autumn creeps in, so he always orders what he can online or sends the list with whoever has the time and ability. Sometimes it is Tuye, sometimes it is Meimei tagging along with someone, if he’s lucky, Zhuangzhuang will help out. The deer lazily leans back in his recliner, not that he really had any intention to get up. Meimei will put everything away, and if Tuye is going to be here, he can make dinner. Everything is settled, and so he can doze off here until dinner time. He pulls his cape over himself a bit more and closes his eyes.
“Ahh, you didn’t bring it?!”
His eyes open of their own accord for a reason that he is not keen to elaborate on. The store is small enough that unfortunately if the door is left open, he can hear every happening inside, especially when the one talking is all but shouting, especially if it’s Tianlu, who is especially shameless and who Sibuxiang pays the most attention to. It’s just that it’s autumn, and he feels more attuned to his lover more than ever, that’s all. His body demands it, even when it’s completely irrational. Wearily, he raises his head and tries to turn back to see if he can look at what’s happening inside.
“Oh gosh, I totally forgot! I must have looked it over on the shopping list, sorry, Pipi…”
Sibuxiang sighs and tries to relax back into his chair. So it was just that snack that was trending online that the pixiu was wanting. Well, Tuye always makes sure to bring enough desserts and miscellaneous foodstuffs alongside the list, so it should be fine, Tianlu will have dinner, ice cream, and he’ll forget about it until tomorrow, or something. It’s not important, as long as the pantries are stocked, and the kitchen has enough multi-use paper towels, he can ask someone else to get it for him if Tianlu doesn’t completely stop caring the next day. No reason to get riled up over it, really. He closes his eyes again.
“Aww, I was looking forward to it!”
Close his eyes…
“I’m really so sorry, here, how about I give you this instead? You’ll eat dinner no problem, right?”
Sibuxiang’s eyes twitch open. It’s no big deal, but it seems his afternoon drowsiness has left him. He’ll sit up and look at the book he brought out before dusk falls completely, then.
“Oh!! That looks good, give me, give me! Thank you, Tuye, you’re the best–”
Sibuxiang has pulled out his phone and unlocked it to reveal his wallpaper of the excited pixiu inside the store smiling at the camera, a natural when it comes to receiving any sort of attention. For some reason, they decided to keep each other as their homescreens, and in the past years, neither had actually changed it. That’s fine, the sight of his partner makes him admittedly rather happy when he hasn’t seen him in a while. He opens the application for the supermarket that has the best selections as far as his experience in the time since online shopping was invented has provided him, and searches up that thing.
‘Not available for delivery to your region.’
What… a chain supermarket this large can’t deliver to at least the foot of the mountains? There’s one store just in the closest human town, and last he checked, it had plenty of business and employees. Irritation flickers his thumb and he rests his elbows on his thighs to find any place that can deliver the ‘cake in a cup’ that apparently everyone is talking about. The initial craze is over, so at least it’s in stock, and stores have begun to invest in it while the demand is high. Yes, it’s certainly in stores… it’s just that apparently it won’t deliver to the mountain region of Yunnan. Chewing the inside of his cheek, Sibuxiang ends up spending fifteen minutes trying to get it delivered online, and then when a mosquito lands on his glowing screen, he realizes it’s dark and nearly throws his phone.
Giving up, he decides to just go inside and help with dinner. Whatever Tuye is making for dinner smells good already. Isn’t it good enough that he’s avoiding cooking tonight? Unfortunately, the relief of slacking off has been washed away by the frustration of having failed in his awkwardly secretive mission of getting Tianlu the little cakething he wanted, even though Tianlu doesn’t even know he’d been eavesdropping. The deer’s long ears flick as he drags himself through the store and into the living area. He’ll get an ox-taxi tomorrow after breakfast, maybe take Tianlu with him to pick out the flavor he wants. All to make him happy, because even if Tianlu is always happy, the stag part of the divine stag is acting like a competitive animal.
“What’s for…”
His voice is drowned out by the chatting in the kitchen. Sibuxiang leans one hand on the doorframe and peeks in, hoping he can grab his little boyfriend and relax on the couch, using him as a weighted comforter on his lap until dinner is ready. Tianlu is a rather disastrous cook, what could he even be doing to help out? That’ll be the definite balm to his current state of embarrassing turmoil, feeling Tianlu in his arms, comforted by his scent and relaxed into the couch that they nap on every day together while listening to him talk about whatever is on his mind, just like now, as he stands on a wooden stool at the sink and washes fruits. Oh, he’s actually doing something to help with dinner… he shouldn’t disturb him right away, then, since Meimei looks occupied too.
“That’s pretty funny, I didn’t know you could be funny on purpose,” Tianlu casually remarks with a smile on his face, a casual expression of amusement, while he definitely leaves a potato still covered in dirt in his talking, tossing it out without any regard, “anyway, then what happened?”
Sibuxiang is tempted to slam the kitchen door shut. More than that, he is gripped by the instinct to yank Tianlu out of the kitchen, put him behind himself, and then do something stupid like glare at his decades-old best friendship for just talking to his friend. Tianlu and Tuye are friends. They practically live together, they’ve been more or less roommates for the past few years. Then it strikes him that it’s unacceptable, how could territorial, irrationally possessive Sibuxiang let any other person live so close to his mate for that long? Is he stupid? He must be. Tuye is perfectly capable of having a house built at least a few dozen hundred meters away and then visit whenever he needs. Better yet, Sibuxiang would visit him, choosing exactly when, and…
He’s embarrassing himself so badly with just his thoughts that he has to speed-walk out of the house while covering his face with one hand. Humiliating. He’s two thousand years old. For gods sake, he is a servant of the Heavenly Court, who should be focused on helping all divine beasts, not… oh, well, he threw that out of the window about the moment he got down to earth. Instead of pretending to be so high and mighty, the best thing he can do is deal with the current source of his problems. The night air especially pronounces how heated he feels at this moment. Sibuxiang rubs the base of his right antler, sighs, and pats the lapel of his changshan for his phone. He’ll just get the cake for Tianlu, and the outdated instincts from a few million years of evolution ago will be satisfied, like fooling a child with some candy.
The former divine mount of Jiang Taigong summons an auspicious cloud and steps on it, quickly leaving the mountain behind. It’s not hard. Before he even blinks two times, he’s arrived over the new supermarket in the nearest town, and fixing his robe, he steps inside. There aren’t too many humans around at this time, which is good. It gives him more space to walk in a rush around the store, locate the baked goods aisle, and scan the shelves with a picture of the cakething opened on his phone. A notification obscures the image from Tuye and with a click of his tongue, Sibuxiang swipes it away, and then immediately feels guilty. If only he could fight himself, right? Well, he doesn’t find it. He even asks an employee, and with one look over his old-fashioned clothes and his antlers that Sibuxiang scratches again, he’s told unfortunately, they sold out yesterday.
“Then why was it even listed in the online store…”
“I don’t know that, sir. Maybe you can ask around in coffee shops if you can’t find it in a store?”
How far is he willing to go? Sibuxiang heaves a deep breath as he exits the supermarket and runs a hand through his hair, sweeping back the strands of his curtained fringe that are still too short to be tied back neatly with where his mask usually is strung, and the sweat that somehow started to gather at the edges of his hairline. Because of, what he can only assume is, the boiling over of his insides, likely his brain, thus letting him resort to measures like this. He’ll go home after checking the nearest few stores. They’ll close soon anyway. He’ll check what message he ignored first.
Where did you go?? Sisi, dinner is almost ready!
What does he respond… Tuye is prone to overreacting. He’ll text him something to reassure his nerves.
Just needed to grab something from the store, be back in a few minutes
Yes, he should be back in a few minutes… he has 9+ new messages from Tianlu to attend to in the few seconds it took to write his response. Despite any other reaction that might be roused by this, Sibuxiang only too eagerly taps on his contact, his heart picking up the pace.
si
bu
xiang
where
are
you
!!!!!
And then a string of angry stickers… he begins typing without even thinking, and he is smiling and he only realizes as his cheek aches.
I’m at the store, I’ll get you something for after dinner
Wait for me patiently and you will be rewarded
Walking while staring at his screen, Sibuxiang almost bumps into a streetlight, and then awkwardly walks into the next store, waiting for the three dots to merge into a new message.
promise?
hurry!!
don’t go out alone at night when you have me!!
okay okay i’ll be patient 💢
Sibuxiang searches through three stores and a coffee shop, and waits ten minutes in a small and uncomfortably low cafe chair for his order to be prepared. So much for a few minutes, he thinks angrily while resisting the urge to scratch his antlers on the rough wood-print wall of the building. Just because it’s tempting doesn’t mean he should do it. And it would cost him a pretty penny if he were caught by any of the employees who look just as impatient as him for work hours to be over already. But it’s good, it could be worse. Instead of one in a plastic bag, mass produced and likely somewhat dry, he found a place that actually decided to make it fresh by pure luck, and he will bring it home still warm from the oven– or whatever microwave it’ll be warmed up in. So, he sits on the edge of absurd smugness for having succeeded, and crushing embarrassment for his instincts and the amount of time he spent wandering around.
When he reenters the living area of the store again, he is met with some fussing over and confusion. He does apologize, of course, for disturbing dinner, but really, he’s only been gone half an hour in which they’d already started eating as he’d asked the rest of the store to. He’ll wash his hands first, but he impatiently has to bat away Tuye who tries to take his robe before he finally finds the creature who inspired this impulsive decision with salad still on the corner of his lip, bounding out of the dining room, and staring at him with his thick eyebrows even more knitted than usual. And at this, Sibuxiang grins despite himself.
Reaching down, he grabs two small hands and turns his palms upwards, feeling a painfully strong dose of reassurance run from the point of touch up his spine, all is worth it, all is well, and Tianlu is here; where he finally deposits that paper box, still warm, and crosses his arms with an air of utter satisfaction and unreasonable smugness.
“Eh… oh, is it?! Sibuxiang, how’d you know?!”
Sibuxiang crouches down to wipe away the piece of fruit from Tianlu’s soft chin– the contact is electric too, and he has to sigh in relief before he speaks properly, watching with his eyes narrowed in fondness the way Tianlu immediately pops open the slip of the box and pulls out the ‘cake in a cup’. “I heard you talking about it this morning. There, where’s my thank you?” But the way the boy’s big green eyes light up is like nothing else, glittering with stars, the already beautiful irises shimmering unfairly bright, and it’s tiding at his heart, washing over with relieving pressure, because he made it so bright. Sibuxiang may as well have brought the sun an offering to allow him to shine once more. In his heart, throbbing, aching, he did more. His instincts have completely conquered his melted brain, because he says, “what a cute smile, maybe I don’t need a thank you at all…”
Tianlu pokes the plastic fork into the soft pastry. “Huh? What are you saying, you silly deer… you took so long, I was getting worried, you know.” Breaking off a generous piece, he puts it in his mouth as if he had not just had a fulfilling dinner. “Mmm!! It’s soft!” And with utter delight, he chews and swallows eagerly to go back in for more. With a breathy laugh, Sibuxiang stands up and leads him away to sit back in his chair, where he takes his seat next to him, where his own dinner is served in front of him but going rather unnoticed. “Thanks Sibuxiang, it’s so good! Here, have some!”
Sibuxiang hums and opens his mouth to taste a part of his own spoils of war. Yes, it is quite good. He understands the hype around it. Truly, he thinks, if any good-tasting food was given to Tianlu, and his reaction recorded, then the masses would rush to buy it out of stock. A good marketing idea, but not one he’s keen on putting into practice. It’s a good thing he came back when he did, after everyone’s already finished with dinner and Meimei is doing the dishes per his turn, the dining table vacant save for the two of them– only he gets to look at how happy Tianlu is. Though, there’s still something missing…
“Indeed, it’s not bad. Let’s buy some more next time we go out.” He picks up his chopsticks and picks at the rice– a few go into his mouth without much taste. Tianlu beams up at him and devours the rest of his cake in one go. Even dinner and a snack before it hasn’t quelled his appetite. As long as his stomach doesn’t hurt, and from experience Sibuxiang knows it won’t, everything is fine. Of course, except for what he is owed… “But, if it’s so good, then I deserve some praise too, right? So tell me, Pipi, am I the best?”
Too obvious. He blushes the moment his words leave his mouth, but steadfast, Sibuxiang keeps his expression calm. It’s just hot in August evenings, that’s all. Tianlu’s fluffy ears twitch up and he swallows hastily to clear his mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, you old deer? But… since you worked so hard, I guess you are the best! Hehe.”
Sibuxiang might start glowing with pride. He took an uncalculated risk and he won the lottery. And so, he has dinner while smiling every few seconds, glancing at the pixiu who’s moved his chair to sit as closely as he can, opening his mouth every few bites Sibuxiang takes for more, and of course he happily complies. A third of his dinner that is probably very good ends up in Tianlu’s stomach, and how could anyone else resist? Sibuxiang is just lucky to be the one to feed him, staring at the way his mouth opens, carefully placing each bite between his bright peach lips, unable to help the way his chest stirs at every glimpse of his wet tongue, the shifting in that cupid’s bow. What an honor.
His high still hasn’t worn off by the time he’s finished, and his plate is dutifully taken to the sink. He gets a paper tissue and wipes Tianlu’s mouth gently, and then almost uses the same one for himself. When Tianlu laughs at his fumbling, Sibuxiang hums and picks him up in turn– he feels a little stronger than usual, despite having definitely worked harder than usual today, arms beneath his knees and at his back, he puts his Tianlu in a princess carry and carries him promptly upstairs while the boy ends up bursting into giggles right by his ear that absorbs every note. Of course he always enjoys the company of his lover, but it’s just that it’s the time of year where he needs it to live as per every cell demands…
Basking in the attention, Tianlu looks to be glowing too. Sibuxiang haphazardly nudges the door closed behind them and flops into bed, pixiu held to his chest. His slim legs wriggle out of his hold but don’t stray away, bare knees press against his thighs through the changshan and the white sleeved arms loop around his neck. Sibuxiang takes the opportunity to bury his face in his lithe neck and take a deep inhale. Sweet, so alluring. Is it stronger, or is his nose more eager to smell it? He tests his theory by sniffing him more and the results are inconclusive because he feels dizzy from how delicious Tianlu smells, that his mouth is actually watering and that he needs to gulp down excess saliva gathering in his jaws.
“Sibuxiaang, stop it! Come on, we need to get ready for bed!”
“But we are in bed, Pipi,” Sibuxiang retorts, his voice muffled as he holds his waist and leans into the boy’s chest, “all we need to do is take our clothes off…”
Tianlu jerks to sit up, staring at him with wide eyes oh so cute and surprised as if he has no idea what was coming, his face coloring a perfect color of a certain rose, his pretty lips pouting in indignation before they part to speak again. “Y-You pervert, what’s with you… we just did this two days ago.”
Sibuxiang nods, propping his chin up on his hand to look up at his flustered mate fidgeting with his long white sleeves. “Yes. And we almost ‘did it’ yesterday too.” He pokes fun at his propriety. Tianlu is so cute. Really, so cute. His other hand crawls like a spider over the covers and settles long fingers over one thigh that almost pulls away before relaxing under the pale grasp. “Is it so wrong? You clearly enjoy it as much as me. Last time, you–”
A small hand covers his mouth.
“Sh- shut up, don’t bring that up now…” Tianlu, colored so cutely, covers his own mouth with his other hand, trying to look away from Sibuxiang while still sneaking glances at him. Very cute. He’s adorable when he’s bashful like this. It makes one want to tease and poke him even more. “I never said it was wrong… whenever you want, I want it too.”
Sibuxiang raises himself up, grabs the lovely wrist trying to cover his mouth and kisses his soft palm.
“Then there’s no problem, is there?” No need for protection. Actually, the idea of contraceptives is irking him to think about at this very moment. What’s the point of denying himself exquisite and divine pleasure as well as the very right to claim and mark his own mate? It’s a waste of money, frankly, he’s never actually used any in all the time he was with Tianlu. The few previous partners he’s had have all unfortunately cost him some money in that department, because he really, really hated the idea of any accidents happening just because he happens to have some physical needs. But for Tianlu… Tianlu is not like them. He is the first one who Sibuxiang actually likes back as much as he likes him; more, maybe, but it’s hard to measure when Tianlu so earnestly loves everything that he loves, with that uninhibited movement that carries him through the earthly realm.
Getting up on his knees, the deer shrugs off his crimson robe, whereas Tianlu shrinks back into the mattress, crawling backwards into the pillows slightly disturbed from how they flopped on the bed. His soft body, his pretty face with batting eyes, his dizzying scent. His body is strong, his appearance is nothing but a treat for the eyes, and with the little qilin he’s already raised, despite previous, long forgotten doubts, wouldn’t he simply be the perfect mother to his child? Sibuxiang gulps, swallowing down the demonic urge to tell him all about it. It’s not like him at all. A child would be such a drain of his money. His gaze falls to the curve of his stomach, almost flat if not for the pouch of soft childishness below his belt. “Pipi… no need to pretend you don’t want it– god, you smell so good.”
Tianlu receives him, of course. He kisses back when Sibuxiang leans in, cages him between his elbows and puts their lips together as gently as he can muster himself to be, but that melts into a passionate, rather rough connection soon enough. Just being close isn’t enough, Sibuxiang grabs one warm hip and pulls him closer, until he can feel his navel to his abdomen, moves down to cup his thigh from underneath, squeezing the pliant flesh, each finger greedily seeking out more warmth and more of his skin, slipping into the hems of his shorts.
“Ah… ah, okay…” His tongue is so small as he tries to speak amidst their kissing, and so warm and his saliva is almost sweet, it tastes like Tianlu and Sibuxiang sucks on the needy tongue and gives it a lick, then some more for a half-thought apology before it too devolves into a game of making Tianlu squirm. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut, but when a sliver of bright emerald green does peek between his long eyelashes, Tianlu turns even redder and nearly chokes on his own drool. “Nn- you’re really excited today…”
He can hardly respond other than a noncommittal grunt and then more kissing that trails down to his chin, his throat– Sibuxiang slows down to a crawl but his passion becomes smoldering rather than burning as he focuses on savoring every inch down to the boy’s collar. He presses the delicate skin of his neck, over his hyoid, then the epiglottis, all the way down to the trachea until he with the assistance of his fingers finishes this languorous descent at the top of Tianlu’s sternum. Easy, easy, grazing over each muscle with his teeth but not enough to leave the marks he so desperately craves. And all the while he can feel them shift and tense beneath his lips.
There’s no harm in taking his time.
Small hands have gathered at his shoulderblades, gripping onto the changshan for dear life. Tianlu becomes so docile when he’s being teased like this– just this balance, of tenderness and substantial feeling and Sibuxiang feels he could write a novel just detailing these expressions and how to handle him. But he knows all of it by heart. Finishing with a kiss, he lifts his head and meets his bright eyes clouded and hazy with the specific stimulation and smiles earnestly to lean back in and kiss what an adorable face his mate has. His soft childish cheek burning with embarrassment. All of Sibuxiang’s own shame is promptly forgotten as he bites down gently on the baby fat.
“Ah- ouch, Sibuu, you’re so meaaan-” Tianlu baps his cheek with one hand, and Sibuxiang chuckles happily to lick the spot where he’d not even left a real indent as an apology. Sniffling, his lover nuzzles their faces together, craning his neck up to reach. “Hnn… don’t tease me anymore, or I’ll bite you for real.”
He lets his lips be nibbled on one more time. But Sibuxiang can’t help it, they just taste so good. There is a taste like no other that can be found in any sustenance that can only be identified in the softness of his lover’s lips and the sweetness of his saliva. “Alright, alright…” he murmurs, squeezing his torso closer, his hands splaying momentarily over his stomach, almost obsessively creeping across his abdomen, his chest- if he were successful, in his wildest dreams… then that precious flat chest and soft tummy would swell and grow, and his Tianlu would grow too, a bit fussy, a bit needier, somehow even cuter. Would Piqixing become jealous if Sibuxiang gave his mother a new little cub to take care of? A fawn, maybe?
“I’m just so impatient, you know? I just want to… ah, I want to fuck you so badly, for lack of a better word, my Pipi. And I’m being so kind, pacing myself. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Tianlu gapes at him. The deer hums, the hand on his side traveling to place over his chest, and his brain short-circuits at the slightest little squish, where there’s only just the absolute bare minimum of fat, creating a completely flat chest that is absolutely his ideal… Sibuxiang rubs his thumb across the undeveloped mound, thinking that if he had told Tianlu the full extent of his wishes, he might have bitten him out of surprise. He presses his hips closer, letting him feel his own ‘excitement’, how heavily it strains against the cover of his loose, comfortable pants to seek out the precious warmth so close and to fill it with… The pixiu’s little heart races against his palm. “Your heart is beating so fast as well. You’re excited too… I’ll take these clothes off and you spread your legs, got it?”
“Mm- mm?!” Anything he might’ve said is lost to the suddenness of his shorts being yanked down with impatient hands along his narrow hips that don't manage to slip them off in just one go, and even then Tianlu helps him, pulling up his knees to allow as easy removal as possible, and showing off his cute legs at that. Sibuxiang, if he didn’t know better, would have in his addled state thought that this was an intentional and terrifying act of seduction and immediately devoured him. But the look on his Tianlu’s face right now is still flustered and bashful, looking up at him with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows, cheeks all flushed and his hair already a mess. “Hmph, telling me what to do… well, I guess I don't hate when you act like this! Ha!”
Sibuxiang finds how much he tries to remain dignified and in control of himself very cute, especially knowing that by the end of every encounter they have in bed, all of that is utterly gone and left as a wreck. He is excited for it as well as he is excited for every moment of their night together. Does he really need sleep so badly tonight? Tianlu follows every motion with his big attentive eyes, from the leaning down of Sibuxiang’s head to press kisses across his navel and his hip– rushed and clumsy but his fingers as they work to spread him open are strained with the effort to be careful whilst preparing him. Measuredly stroking up and down the slit of his opening, from his clit to the tight entrance that gradually melts under his touches, the alternating of his fingers, pushing in gently, firmly… not fully, just enough to have a small hand reach out and grab onto his shoulder for support as the long-awaited sensation starts to manifest in his body too.
Panting, squirming, just a little. Sibuxiang pushes his middle finger to the knuckle and Tianlu almost chokes with how violently he reacts to the preparation that is admittedly rather mean, but when has Sibuxiang not teased him? To see the way his eyes widen and to hear the way he draws out an adorable cry of a mix of pleasure and pain. “Is that alright, baby? Too much?”
As expected, he shakes his head. “N- No, I just didn’t expect it… ah, okay, there…” He relaxes slightly around the probing finger, long enough for his small body really, enough to make his walls clamp down and his entire body shudder when the tip of the well kept nail brushes against his insides. If he twists his forearm, it makes Tianlu bite down on his own little finger, watching the way he’s so easily stirred and aroused. One good thrust, the heel of Sibuxiang’s palm slamming against his soft butt, and an obscene squelch resonates in the comfortable bedroom with Tianlu’s whine as an echo. “Ngh! You’re much rougher today, did you wake up on t- the wrong side of bed…” Another one while Sibuxiang thinks of an answer, his other hand creeping downwards to his own preparation. “Actually, recently, you–”
Clicking his tongue, he pulls out his finger with a cruel drag. Without thinking, he cleans the dripping slick with one suck and with a less sticky hand, he finally drags Tianlu down by his hips to meet, to press against the sprung erection by his wet folds– his lover makes another cute noise and his legs tense up momentarily before easing down. Sibuxiang does not want to be reminded of all his embarrassing actions in the past two days. So he cuts right to the chase, as soon as he can after the mean little warm-up– he can only muster enough restraint to look up at Tianlu’s face for an assent, not that the pixiu would be coaxed into anything he doesn’t like, and then his thumbs become bruising over his narrow hips and he pushes in without a moment’s delay. Not too fast… he might lose his mind if he’s engulfed by this heat he’s been longing for all of two days. But not too slow that he loses his mind wanting more.
“Ah… gods…”
So, so warm. He was so pent up. Two whole days without this embrace to soothe him, what was he thinking? Overwhelmed by affection, he wastes no time in building up pace, no time with warnings, drowning in how good it feels to be held by the wet and tight cunt that welcomes him oh so happily, an overwhelmed wiggle of those pretty hips under his hands that keep him pressed to the mattress. Their size difference is so that one of Sibuxiang’s own feet are planted still on the ground, somewhere around his excitement he managed to fix this position. As long as Tianlu is comfortable… he’s fine, he’s more invigorated for sex than ever. He’s enchanted by the way his narrow waist is contorting under pressure, the way his navel stretches and shows him the shape of his own dick under baby soft skin. So soft, so precious, so easily submitting to his touch as soon as he’s pinned down.
“Good boy, Pipi…”
“Sibuxiang… Sibu…” In and out, with the same rough pace. It takes only a minute, maybe a few seconds for him to stretch through the wet channel, until he can start thrusting as deep as he can go– he has to grip the sheets, in some fear of actually hurting Tianlu, be it with his nails or hands, or his recklessness with one hand, tightly as he can. “Ahh-hhh! That’s so- so deep-” And Tianlu is holding on for dear life too, unable to stay still for a moment. And yet he’s not pulling away, not complaining. He likes being treated like this, no matter what he says. When Sibuxiang bottoms out, he stays right where he is, the head of his cock pushing closest to his precious womb as can be, so he can watch exactly how his mate is responding with narrowed eyes fixated on every part of his expression. Sparkling eyes hazy with tears, rolling back– shame is not for this exquisite creature, so he cries out loudly, and then some when he starts moving inside again. “Si- Sibuxiang…!”
And he’s so wet, he’s gushing all around him. The smell makes Sibuxiang dizzy when he takes a deep breath. Even the sweat of a pixiu can be used as a perfume, how can he resist the undiluted, purely pleasured scent of such a perfect divine beast? Even if he weren’t so, he would still lean down to bite his neck with the ferocity of a wild animal only because he’s Tianlu. In essence, Tianlu is divine… the sweat gathered on his collarbones, the drool crawling down his chin, the tears streaming down his cheeks. He licks all of it up hungrily without stopping, while still pounding into his trembling pussy. If he takes his time, he might be able to feel the puffy soft cushioning of his folds against his pelvis already slick with his slick. He wants more of that too.
Being inside Tianlu is enjoyable enough that the passing of time becomes meaningless. He might’ve fucked him for only a few minutes, maybe too long, but by the time he has to bite down on his own lip, Tianlu is incoherent. It feels so good that if it were not the primary motive in his animal brain, Sibuxiang might have forgotten all about the urge to get him pregnant. He does. He knows that the chances are slim to zero, considering the position of divine beasts and the situation of two largely different animal families; Cervidae, subfamily Capreolinae, attempting with all his might to breed a heavenly pixiu. The far more confident and almost frighteningly bold Sibuxiang who appears only during autumn comes out, where he is usually simply pent up and angry, and says in a gentle and satisfied voice, ‘if not to be filled to the brim and bred properly, why is he so pretty, why is he so lovely, why is he made with this precious hole,’ and the Sibuxiang in control of the body has no answer because he agrees completely.
“I’m gonna come inside,” he breathes for lack of voice– if he raises his voice, who knows what’ll come out of his throat, “alright? Pipi, come on…”
“Mm… mhm…”
His heart twists. He’s so cute. If Sibuxiang had hoped that this insatiable libido would die down after properly cumming inside his mate, he knows he’s wrong by the time he spills inside as promised– Tianlu is too cute, who could resist? He pushes away that thought ferociously, slamming his hips against Tianlu’s soft ass one more time for good measure, making sure all of his come stays exactly where they should be, and then some. The only one with the privilege of being unable to resist is him. The prospect of only becoming possessive during this season is laughable in hindsight. The lazy, avoidant Sibuxiang of the daytime can only lie to himself for so long. Why would he let anyone else make Tianlu smile when he doesn’t let anyone else into just his bedroom on the best of days?
And with their bodily fluids mixing together, rubbing across each other’s skin, there should be no mistake who they belong to, right? Sibuxiang’s chest flutters with satisfaction once he can smell himself on his heaving partner– he gathers Tianlu into his arms, pulls him into his chest and lies down next to him, stroking his hair, his fingers sliding behind his pointed ears to scratch where he likes, earning a few flicks of those adorable fluffy ears. He presses a kiss to his temple below his horn, then his cheekbone, breathing heavily as the narrow figure panting into his collar. “Are you alright? Was I too mean?” He asks with a grin, stroking the small of his back. Tianlu nods, sniffling once. So very cute. “How about another round? A bit more…?”
He resists the urge to add a please. Tianlu peeks out of his arms and stares at him, with surprise written all over his flushed face. Since he was incoherent this time, who knows what will happen to his sensitive body if Sibuxiang really wants more?
“Huh… really? Are you sure you can handle it… tsk, I mean, if you want, it’s not like I’m tired…”
Sibuxiang smiles and lifts one of his legs from a cute, soft thigh.
“Wait, right now? Don’t you want to clean up first- ah, ahnn...?!”
(And after a long night, it seemed that both participants survived without any injuries, perhaps except to Tianlu’s pride as he sits at the breakfast table, being hand-fed by a glowing Sibuxiang– glowing, because he feels as if all symptoms of his chronic unrest has been magically cured. Who knew that if he only just indulged in his instincts during autumn, he would feel this good? Millions of years of evolutionary physiology rewards him with feeling well-rested as if he didn’t spend hours last night in rigorous physical labor. But then again, he ponders with an awake mind, cutting up the fourth egg on Tianlu’s plate, perhaps precisely because he worked so hard and exhausted his repressed and lazy body that he slept so well. Not that he doesn’t sleep well with Tianlu in his bed every night. It’s just that during autumn when the chill creeps into his back and when these instincts usually just leave him uncomfortable and irritable, worse than usual to deal with, it’s harder than usual.
So, maybe he should just keep up the energy until the mating season concludes somewhere in winter. Tianlu swallows every bite, his hand on his cup of tea and the other folded on his own lap. He doesn’t look tired, which is good– he does look very adorable though, his thoughts so clearly on his face. At some point while Sibuxiang coos at him playfully to open his mouth, Meimei clears his throat, and he realizes once again that everyone has already left the table and it’s time for his turn to do the dishes. As the manager, he should be exempt from this duty, but it can’t be helped, he already used that privilege to put himself at breakfast cleanup, which is always the easiest.)
Tianlu sits on the couch, massaging his thighs, where Sibuxiang watches him with a fond, mischievous smile that indicates that he has certainly done something wrong, or plans to– or maybe he’s just fond. After all, Tianlu has returned to his proper seat, resting his head on his chest with his ears relaxed, his tail resting beneath his thighs, idly breathing along with his movements, and Sibuxiang reaches out to pet the spoiled cat that he naps with around this time every day, when he rests on the couch after breakfast and then Tianlu climbs into his lap without being called. A routine of several years, hardly ever broken, even before their relationship became something to label. Long fingers scratch the underneath of a soft chin, and the pixiu leans in, his eyes closing with contentment. He might purr.
Then back up to his hair, while the other arm settled on his waist moves to absentmindedly stroke his hip through his shorts. The same thoughts plague him just the usual, and that hand not so subtly finds its way around one slim thigh and moves it– that is, spreads it so that Tianlu is facing him, his legs on either sides of his lap as far as they can go, his shorts stretching over his small crotch from Sibuxiang’s greediness. His ears perk up too late as he realizes what is happening– a pout forms on his face again and he blushes so bright that he might catch fire. Sibuxiang gives him the most innocent, casual smile he can muster with all of his skillsets in psychology used in marketing and shopkeeping while he moves both hands down to his lap, placing with titillating ability to cover over Tianlu’s small body, his hips, his thighs, his…
“Sibuxiang, you pervert…” He tilts his head to the side and long orange hair spills into his shoulder– he thinks he will tie it up so that it doesn’t get in the way, but then again, even the sight of his own long hair marring the image of Tianlu’s lithe back, his small hips, intertwining with the lichtenberg scars barely fitting on his narrow shoulderblades. Another marker of his territory, like his scent, successfully always lingering on Tianlu anyway from how close they are. It’s only natural. He leans his face into the conjoining of his shoulder to his torso and through the fabric, he takes a whiff of his own sweet scent and then he bites his neck gently. “Ah! Sibuxiang, seriously… ah, are you scenting me or something…”
“Yes, you finally noticed?” Sibuxiang’s own face burns with his admission, but why is he embarrassed anyway? He clears his throat. “You always rub against me like some sort of clingy kitten, am I not allowed to?”
“Well… you can do whatever you want,” Tianlu huffs, and his casual words are taken like heavenly decree when those long fingers squeeze his waist to more thoroughly allow the stag in rut to deeper bite his neck, attempting desperately to find his collar. The pixiu’s tail is wagging only slightly. “Ah?! Be patient, you’re trying to eat me!” Though he quiets down and lets out instead a clearly pleased hum that he tries to disguise as disapproval. When a tongue licks across the insistent biting, he shudders and heats up more. “Hmm… it’s not bad, actually, I kind of like this… well, as long as you’re nice to me, Sibuxiang, I like everything you do~”
Sibuxiang’s heart races and they can both hear it with long, twitching ears attuned so well to each other. There are times when Tianlu is bashful, trying to maintain his pride, and Sibuxiang enjoys every second of tearing it down until he cries– and there are times when Tianlu winks like this, sending arrows right into his heart, and every seduction and flirtation Sibuxiang has ever endured in his life turn into ash at the sight of one playful smile, one teasing lilt at the end of a sweetly, confidently uttered sentence. He wants to devour him, not whole, but savoring every piece of his sweet skin and every drop of his sweet tears. And this glutton wants to be devoured too, giving him the look of a cheeky nymph in paradise, a succubus disguised as an angel with white hair…
Tianlu crawls forward, and Sibuxiang almost blacks out from how good it feels to have his heat pressing right on his lap, climbing into his arms without a drop of fear. Why should he be scared? Sibuxiang just wants to love him, to fill him and make him whole like nothing else. He looks down at his dizzyingly cute eyes, his soft, full lips, and his mouth waters.
“Ah… uh, Sibuxiang, you’re really hard right now.”
He blinks. That much is true, and his gaze flickers down for half a second before full smoldering force at Tianlu, who looks only slightly flustered this time. It fits him immensely, and it is maddeningly lovely. Half-lidded eyes giving, a half smile fully earnest in its need and contentment.
“No need to state the obvious, Pipi. You’re the one sitting on my lap like this. Come on, we have to take off your clothes already.”
“Huh!” He exclaims– then hushes himself, his ears still pointed forward with excitement. Such a telling, expressive face, anyone would fall victim to how sweet this demon is. Sibuxiang removes his white shirt and then lifts his hips to start tugging down the small shorts; Tianlu blusters and looks around wildly, frowning at the man who is still smiling as if all is right in the world, and all is right as long as he can smell this sweet scent and bury himself in it and dilute it with his own. Strengthen might be the right word, but when Tianlu is full of his come, full of his seed… then, he might not even need to bite and lick him to always have him smelling of his mate, no? The imagination is scandalous and every voice in his head cheers to make it a reality. “Hey… won’t someone see us…?”
Sibuxiang taps his pink lip with one finger that quickly returns to stripping the boy of anything that would obstruct his insatiable urge to have him. “This is my store, isn’t it? No one will complain.” ‘Maybe it would be better if they’re caught’, that vicious Sibuxiang thinks– ‘maybe then, they’d know to keep their hands and eyes away from his Pipi.’ He hardly understands why Tianlu looks so frazzled, but the very next moment after, he becomes pliant and soft again, with all his cute flustered face trying to avoid his eyes while still moving his lovely limbs for his ease of removing his clothes. Isn’t he the too eager one? Sibuxiang briefly hypothesizes about the biological demands of a pixiu, and then thinks about how good it is to be inside that exquisite biology, and he thinks of little else. “There, good boy. It’s alright, everyone is out anyway.”