ALL NOVEL 116. Extra [NSFW]: Hot springs
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Hot water vapour rose from the shifting surface of the hot springs. A secondary privacy array hid two figures from external view. A smooth, strong figure pressed another against stone.
Zhou Sheng’s legs were wrapped around Lin Yijun, his head thrown back, back pressed against the side of the hot springs. Regardless of the fairly smooth surface, his skin unbroken only by the virtue of being a Nascent Soul cultivator. The water crashed back and forth violently as Lin Yijun thrusted into that hot wet heat.
“Deeper! Deeper!” Moans slipped from Zhou Sheng’s mouth. “Don’t be so weak!”
Lin Yijun gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into Zhou Sheng’s hips. “Sounds like you’re enjoying it very much.”
“Ughhhh—” Zhou Sheng’s channel tightened, gripping Lin Yijun’s dick tightly. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted it as deep as he could go, until Lin Yijun marked his existence inside Zhou Sheng.
“Mark me, Lin-shixiong, do it—”
Lin Yijun hissed. “I will, Zhou-shidi. Look at you, so hungry for my dick.”
“Really want it,” Zhou Sheng moaned. “If—if they knew—ughh—fuck—that I climbed in your bed—deeper, yes!—they were right—”
Zhou Sheng’s hole throbbed with pleasure as he was split open by that thick rod. His insides were hot, his stomach tingling.
Lin Yijun’s qi reached out, and Zhou Sheng’s qi combined with it eagerly. They merged, a rendition of the vulgar fucking that Lin Yijun was giving Zhou Sheng.
Zhou Sheng’s breath would catch each time Lin Yijun pushed in, pleasure radiating from that spot inside of him. His eyes squeezed shut, his entire focus on where he and Lin Yijun were connected.
“Look at you, Zhou-shidi. Naked. Wet. Overcome with pleasure. A beautiful display for anyone to see,” Lin Yijun’s voice was half-proper, half-husky.
Arousal spiked. Zhou Sheng rasped, “If—if someone came by and saw—”
“Saw how much you want this, how much you’re begging for it?”
“Ummm-ggg—”
Zhou Sheng’s mind conjured the images of eyes watching them, seeing how Lin Yijun was making him into a mess. Would they say—Zhou Sheng has seduced Lin Yijun? Would they say—I knew Zhou Sheng was gagging for it the entire time?
Zhou Sheng whined low in his throat. “Jun—Jun—I’m going to come.”
Lin Yijun’s pace suddenly picked up. “Then you’re coming without touching, aren’t you? Because you like this so much, don’t you? If you could sit on my penis all day, you’ll be happy, won’t you?”
“Hmm!” With a cry, Zhou Sheng’s hole squeezed down. Pleasure raced through his body as come spurted out into the clear hot springs water.
Lin Yijun gave a slow groan as he orgasmed deep inside Zhou Sheng. “See that?” he said through gritted teeth as he grinded his hips against Zhou Sheng. “You’re squeezing me, milking my come. You want it so much.”
Zhou Sheng could feel it, hot and burning inside him. Marking him. “You’re mine.”
“You’re mine, you’re my Zhou-shidi,” Lin Yijun retorted.
The waves on the water became slower, calmer. Exhausted, Lin Yijun slipped out of Zhou Sheng. The hot springs water rushed into the open hole, making Zhou Sheng gasp slightly.
The water was very convenient for Lin Yijun to clean Zhou Sheng out. Zhou Sheng shivered as his fingers slipped inside. The diarrhea effect of semen was nothing to Zhou Sheng, but removing it was still a matter of principle for Lin Yijun.
As the liquids dispersed in the water, the hot springs purified it away.
Zhou Sheng floated back on the water, wrung out.
Lin Yijun pulled the floating cultivator to his side, resting Zhou Sheng’s back against his front. The two continued to soak in the hot water. Lin Yijun reached over and ran his fingers through Zhou Sheng’s hair.
“What is on your mind? You’re not usually like this.”
Zhou Sheng huffed weakly. “I think I’m better at topping than you.”
Lin Yijun’s hole tingled in remembered pleasure, but he tamped down on his renewed arousal. Now was not the time.
“Is it about marriage?”
Zhou Sheng crossed his arms under the water. “I don’t need to bow to the heavens or my unknown ancestors. We’re already Dao Companions.”
Zhou Sheng’s actions had an echo of familiarity. As though he was putting on an external tough act, to protect his soft and sweet interior.
Lin Yijun suddenly felt that Zhou Sheng was very lovable. “Are you sure you don’t want a mortal-style marriage? You grew up in such a culture…”
“I’ve been a cultivator a lot longer than I’ve been a mortal,” Zhou Sheng replied. “We aren’t Wen Zhihao and Sun Fuyu.”
“Then why did you really come today?”
Zhou Sheng wanted to retort, but he felt guilty with the undertone of worry in Lin Yijun’s voice. “To pick up a new stone from Wen Zhihao…”
“They’re not that inferior in quality—”
“It was a big headache, okay?” Zhou Sheng finally snapped. He sighed heavily, pressing his head back against Lin Yijun’s face and making him eat wet hair.
Instead, that bastard Lin Yijun took the opportunity to kiss the back of his head instead.
“I’m listening. The Heavens know that I haven’t done enough for you.”
Zhou Sheng’s chest felt sour. “Em. Well. I’ve been having headaches since I reached Nascent Soul…”
In their two-person world, Zhou Sheng admitted his peculiar dreams and corresponding headaches. Finally, he spoke about the dream he had last night.
“And you were dead,” he repeated again, heart trembling at the dream memory. The bond between him and Lin Yijun twinged, a reminder that they were both still alive.
“I see.”
Lin Yijun let out a sigh, resting his head on Zhou Sheng’s shoulder. “This matter...would you believe it if I said I was reborn?”
Zhou Sheng turned around abruptly, his eyes searching Lin Yijun’s face. “What do you mean?”
“On a battlefield, you and I were fighting, and then lightning struck. I was killed, only to wake up over a year ago…”
Over a year ago, when Zhou Sheng had advanced?
Zhou Sheng listened, becoming increasingly sombre. Lin Yijun’s recounting of his first life brought forth Zhou Sheng’s dreams—dreams that were true memories.
Combining Lin Yijun’s words and Zhou Sheng’s dreams together, everything fell into place in Zhou Sheng’s mind.
He remembered.
“You truly died. I truly died…” Zhou Sheng said quietly.
“Better that I was killed by lightning than by your hand,” Lin Yijun responded.
The two of them fell silent.
Zhou Sheng broke the stalemate by moving towards the edge of the hot springs. “We cannot understand the will of the Heavens. But we need to have a lot of sex to make up for it all.” As he rose out of the pool, water ran down his naked form.
Lin Yijun’s lips quirked up. “Yes, I agree.” He didn’t understand why he was given this second chance. But regardless, he cherished it deeply.
Unfortunately for him, Zhou Sheng dried himself off and got dressed, forcing Lin Yijun to follow or risk being improper.
“By the way, are you hungry?” Zhou Sheng suddenly asked. “You should have a taste of one of these~” He pulled out a box. The inside was padded with straw, upon which lay a few off-white eggs.
Lin Yijun’s eyes narrowed, and then he gave a smug look. “These aren’t new, I’ve eaten these century eggs with porridge before.”
Zhou Sheng’s shoulders slumped as he cursed. “Next time,” he vowed.
And next time, I need to distract you more, Lin Yijun vowed to himself.
The two bumped their shoulders together as they left the hot springs.
Again, the smut was more poetic than I usually do for fanfic LOL Anyway, hoped you liked that!