Hae-hsiung and his laconic speech.

Once He Xuan refused Shi Qingxuan. I did not take him prisoner, did not pursue him, did not control his every step. He then decided that such his "revenge" would be more than suitable for the Former Lord of the Winds. He then thought that if he left Shi Qingxuan all alone, then he would hate him, the Blacksmith. The Lord of the Black Waters then thought that it would be best for him to give up Qingxuan. But, as a result, everything did not go according to He Xuan's ideas at all. Shi Qingxuan was not at all angry with the Black-haired Man, Hua Cheng told him so, who, in turn, learned about it from his spouse. The former Lord of the Winds was not alone, he found his salvation in people, and Xie Lian did not abandon him, continuing to communicate and help him, at least by bringing mantou or any other food. But it's all left in the past, which I just didn't want to remember. After all, right now He Xuan is lying on the bed, leaning against the back, looking into the eyes opposite. Shi Qingxuan sat on top of him, gently dispersing the wind with a fan, which served more to cover his burning cheeks. — He-xiong, — from the lips of the Former ruler, this address sounds painfully intimate. — You only have to tell about your desires, and you will immediately get yours. Shi Qingxuan laughs, looking with dark, shrouded eyes at the non—human beneath him. He Xuan is silent, breathing heavily, trying to control himself. He promised himself not to hurt Shi Qingxuan anymore, he promised, and therefore continues to wait quietly, half-sitting, restraining the impulses to knock the fan out of such perfect hands, throw it somewhere in the corner of the room, knock the Former Ruler to the shoulder blades and take the initiative. But he can't. —He-xiu-yun,— he draws out, in his soft, beautiful and painfully hot Qingxuan voice, smiling. It is a pity that Chernovod does not see what a predatory smile sparkles on his face. But he doesn't want to show it. — If you keep silent, I'll leave! — he's not going anywhere. They both know that. Yes, and He Xuan feels the excitement of his lover. — I... — he begins, but immediately shuts up when he sees a spark of joy in the eyes opposite. — He-xiong, well, you can talk, — he continues to laugh, slowly going over the edge: fidgeting in place, rubbing his ass against the groin of the Black-haired man. —Shi Qingxuan,— he shouts at the actions of the "Breeze", and he continues to drive He Xuan out of himself. He knows what he will get later, but he continues anyway. Enjoying the fact that He Xuan is helpless. Shi Qingxuan rejoices because he knows that the Lord of the Black Waters is only so malleable with him. Shi-xiong only uses this unconditionally, not caring at all that his lover is literally languishing under him, without the ability to resist. Of course, if He Xuan had said something, whether it was, "I want to leave" or "Shi Qingxuan, stop playing around," the former Overlord would have listened to him. But he is silent, as if encouraging his little games, which once turned into the fact that Shi Qingxuan simply took offense at the Unsurpassed, because he refused to speak. No, it didn't bother the Breeze and, in principle, he was glad of He Xuan's silent company, but at the moment when the Breeze wanted to hear at least something from the Draughtsman, he was silent, clearly provoking Shi Qingxuan to take offense and leave. He did so, after which he did not talk to the Blackwater for a while, after which he decided on another attempt to pull the words out of He Xuan's mouth. — Gege, — having tried this appeal, Shi Qingxuan sees how the face of the Lord is distorted, as he shakes his head to the sides, urging him not to repeat it anymore. "Gege," the Former lord calls him again, slightly raising one eyebrow. —Gege, if you don't..." before he could finish, He Xuan interrupts him: "Don't address me like that! — at the same time, he sighs heavily, wanting to end this torture as soon as possible...It's no secret to him that Qingxuan demands words from him, or rather his wishes, in detail. It's not that He Xuan is ashamed to say, he's just not used to announcing his desires. Usually, he just took what he wanted, and did not voice it. To put it in simple words, he just got used to the fact that Shi Qingxuan understands him without words. —Okay," the softly spoken word snaps He Xuan out of his thoughts. The demon looks at Shi Qingxuan and he is probably going to cry. —Y-what are you doing?" — Chernovod stammers, pushing the fan aside to better see his face, and then runs his fingers along his cheek, forcing him to look at himself. — Nothing, — the Former Lord interprets everything just as dryly and Chernovod gives up, shaking his head to the side. —I want you," He Xuan looks with such hope that Shi Qingxuan can't stand it, he bends down for a kiss, but stops in a few millimeters. "Repeat," the Breeze asks, and He Xuan repeats, receiving the reward. He Xuan immediately bites his soft lips, they feel the notes of wine that remained from Shi Qingxuan's adventures to Xie Lian and his spouse. — I love you, — in the intervals between the torment of the lips, the Breeze says, leaning on the chest of the Black-haired man, running his hands into the black heavy hair, tangling in them. He Xuan breaks away from his lips, kisses first on the cheek, then leads a path to the chin with kisses, and then kisses the successfully exposed neck. Because He Xuan wouldn't ask for it. He's not shy. I just wouldn't. Shi Qingxuan does not lag behind: smears his lips on his chin, grins at something incomprehensible, and kisses his shoulder, which was bared because of He Xuan's fidgeting on the mattress. The former Lord of the Winds pulls away, hearing the doomed sigh beneath him and, smiling slyly, covers his mouth with his hand. — How do you want me? Qingxuan whispers softly, leaning towards the demon again, but not allowing him to perform actions. — It doesn't matter. — the answer is heard. But Qingxuan is clearly not satisfied with it. — Tsk-Tsk-Tsk! — at first, it is only heard from the mouth from above. "That won't do. The former Lord strokes the demon's left cheek, waiting for an answer. There is almost no patience left to wait. He is excited to the limit, just like the demon himself. — How do you want me? — he repeats again. — So… — How "so"? — as if mocking him, he asks, looking into his dark, excited eyes. — Sitting on top of me. — he answers without delay and gets full permission: he covers the waist with his hands, thin, like some girl, leads higher, rising to the nipples, as if he purposely touches them, and after a second hanfu descends from the snow-white shoulders, falling somewhere behind. Hastily taking off his underwear, Shi Qingxuan covers someone else's lips with his lips again: deepens the kiss, meeting with the tongue, intertwining, and then leads along the edge of the teeth and pulls away to notify: — I stretched myself, so there's no need for you to do this, I put the oil under the pillow beforehand, — The former Ruler says this so easily, as if it was something he talks about everyday. He Xuan looks away: there is no more patience to look at the real fire that was in the eyes opposite. He takes out the lubricant while Shi-xiong takes off his pants from the Chest, wrapping his hands around a long-standing penis. He Xuan gasps, clutching the glass jar in his hands, trying to crush it. Shi Qingxuan notices this, and therefore snatches the lubricant from his hands, uncorking the lid and pouring almost all the contents onto the penis. From the contrast of temperatures, the demon sighs, closes his eyes and leans his head back. —He-xiong, look at me,— the Former Lord of the Winds asks, and He Xuan obeys: he raises his head and looks into the burning eyes while he sits on the penis. Convulsive sighs can be heard. A slight pain due to a long break interferes with desire so that he does not control the urge and drops sharply to the full length, which makes him cry out, tears begin to flow down his cheeks and he sits motionless, looking at the Black-haired man with a plaintive look, and then gives up, stopping the game: reaches for a kiss and gets it. The Lord of the Black Waters gently strokes the head of the one, without moving, letting him get used to it, and then — when Qingxuan pulls away — unexpectedly, even for himself, says: — Take your time, I'm all yours. — and then abruptly shuts himself up, and Shi Qingxuan looks at him so happily, as if he swore eternal love. — Well, that's progress already! — he says with a smile and gives a short kiss, after which he straightens up, runs his hands over his chest, showing off, and begins to move, leaning against the chest of the Black-haired man. He, in turn, puts his hands on his buttocks, squeezing them, and then helps tom. They both get to the point quickly: it's too long a start — and it wasn't even foreplay! — it affected their endurance, but they are both glad — let He Xuan not say it out loud — that they can lie with each other like this, look into burning eyes, meet sunsets and sunrises together.