Wolf King And His Fox Consort [BL]

Chu Yun eyed Xiao Zai's smug smirk and confident sprawl with a critical eye. He had to consider his options here.

On the one hand, he had promised to do and say a series of lewd things when Xiao Zai became King, because ultimately, positive reinforcement always worked wonders with him.

On the other hand, all that positive reinforcement had clearly gotten to his head.

Making up his mind, Chu Yun hiked his fine robes up and climbed up on Xiao Zai's lap, bracketing his thighs with his knees on the wide seat.

One of Xiao Zai's hand slid under the layers of his robes and inner robes, up his leg and towards his ass. "You were thinking of this too."

Chu Yun scoffed, and held onto the back of the throne over Xiao Zai's head. "What gave you that idea?"

Xiao Zai smacked him softly. "It's cold, and you're not wearing any pants under your inner robes."

"I hate pants," Chu Yun said with an insouciant shrug. What was Xiao Zai going to do? Call him out on having a sartorial preference?

The hand on his ass travelled to the fastenings of his underwear, undoing them with sharp tugs. He pulled the garment off from under Chu Yun's robes, and threw it on the floor with a smirk.

Chu Yun sat back down on Xiao Zai's lap. "Is that all his Majesty is going to do?"

Xiao Zai's nostrils flared, his grip on Chu Yun's skin grew demanding. "You're the one who made me all those promises, now deliver." 

It was true that Chu Yun loved making Xiao Zai work for it, and in any other occasion he would want him to, but he was too eager to delay things any longer. His blood was simmering with desire, and he wanted to give in, without a fight this time.

They would have time for that later.

"As his Majesty commands," he said, and worked one hand between them, to pry at the fastenings of Xiao Zai's heavy golden robes, and finally reach the warm skin underneath. He peeled the robes off his shoulders, hanging them over the back of the throne as if they were regular linens left out to air in the sun. 

Xiao Zai let himself be undressed, looking up at Chu Yun with a heated gaze.

Chu Yun wrapped his fist around his straining cock and squeezed. "It seems I wasn't the only one thinking of this."

"It's all I've been thinking about for months," Xiao Zai admitted, fucking up into Chu Yun's fist with an hiss. 

Still wearing most of his robes, Chu Yun kept his ministrations light, and inched away from all of Xiao Zai's attempts to get him naked. 

"I want to see you," he groaned sounding almost pained.

"You're going to," Chu Yun said, working his shaft slowly, making the precum drip generously down the swollen head. "Do you have something?"

Swallowing drily Xiao Zai stilled Chu Yun's hand on him as he reached back into the pockets of his discarded robes for a small clay vial.

Chu Yun took it from him with a smirk. "Shameless, having something like this on you, while you were being crowned King." He brought the vial to his lips and peeled the seal with his teeth, spitting it away in an arc. "What would your subjects say?"

A haze of lust filmed over Xiao Zai's eyes, he let out a strangled moan as Chu Yun dripped cool oil on his heated cock. "I'm sure they would understand, if they could see you like this."

Chu Yun hummed as he coated his fingers, bringing his hand behind him and under his robes. "Would you let them see me like this?" 

He let out a hiss when the first finger breached him, at the same time Xiao Zai dug his fingers into the exposed skin of his thighs and groaned. "Never, you're mine."

Chu Yun's eyelashes fluttered over his humid eyes -- he wasn't sure if it was due to the pleasure his own clumsy fingers brought him, or from the note of possessiveness in Xiao Zai's voice.

He had never wanted to belong to anyone, but now he wanted to be owned as much as he wanted to own. Xiao Zai had gotten under his skin -- it was only fair if Chu Yun returned the favour.

It was hard to loosen himself up while still wearing the ceremonial robes and the tiger cloak, but Chu Yun had something in mind, and he was willing to withstand the discomfort to make it happen.

Finally, he was as ready as he was going to be. He hiked the skirts of his half-done robes up to his waist and positioned himself above Xiao Zai's cock. His grip on the fabric wavered as he impaled himself, torturing both of them with a maddening slow descent.

Xiao Zai's cock milked Chu Yun's hole with its girth, making his own cock drip a continuous sticky stream into Xiao Zai's abdomen, as he was slowly stretched on the cock inside him. Finally, Xiao Zai bottomed out, and Chu Yun sighed in contentment at having taken all of him.

"You're mine too, don't forget that," he said in a fevered whisper, rocking his hips forward to make them both hiss in pleasure.

After standing still for so long, Xiao Zai was frantic, he started pawing at Chu Yun's robes, eager to get them all off. This time Chu Yun didn't stop him, and helped him instead. 

He slid off his inner and outer robes, but kept the tiger cloak on. Xiao Zai's mouth fell open on a snarl. His eyes snagged on the curve of Chu Yun's abdomen, more noticeable now that he wasn't wearing anything. The words he was about to say died on his lips.

Chu Yun gripped the back of the throne with both hands and thrust down onto Xiao Zai's cock. At the same time he let go of his control on his fox form, letting his tails and ears spring free.

Xiao Zai gasped as soon as he saw Chu Yun's golden eyes and flopping white ears.

One of his hands held onto the curve of Chu Yun's waist, while the other spread over his abdomen. He fucked up into him with a grunt, gritting out between clenched teeth.. "Fucking gorgeous, and all for me."