Chapter 6: The First Time

"Tonight," Han said, "I'm asking with a clear head."

He stood in the doorway of the bathing room with water still on his shoulders and a towel around his hips.

Mo looked up from the bed, where he had been pretending to read a Court report.

He put it down very slowly.

"Say it again."

"I want you inside me, Xuanyi. I have wanted it since the night the seal broke."

"If I'm honest, I have wanted it since the sixth duel."

The red in Mo's eyes flared.

"Come here," he said.

Han crossed the room and was pulled down onto the bed.

The kiss began fierce and turned, within a breath, deep and slow and almost reverent.

Mo's hands moved over him.

They traced his shoulders, his ribs, the hollow of his hip.

The towel went.

"I'm going to take my time," Mo said against his throat.

"You had better."

"I'm going to take such a long time that you'll curse my name."

"I curse it already."

"Louder, then."

Mo kissed down his chest.

He took a nipple in his mouth, and Han's back left the sheets, and his breath broke in the middle.

He sucked, then bit, gently, and Han's hands buried themselves in the long white hair.

"You like that."

"Don't stop."

"Never."

He moved lower.

When Mo's tongue touched him, Han bit back a sound, and Mo looked up, grinning.

"Don't hold back. No one's listening. Qin Shu's gone to the south wall to pretend he can't hear."

Han laughed, and the laugh turned into a gasp when Mo's mouth closed over him.

It was quick, a deep warm pull that left him shaking, and Mo drew back before it could tip him over.

He reached for the oil.

Han watched the big hands work, slick and sure, and felt his own pulse rise.

"Knees up."

Han obeyed.

Two fingers, slow and thorough, curling just right, and Han tipped his head back and let the sound out at last.

Mo's palm lay over his heart the whole time, not pressing, only holding.

A third finger.

Han's hips rolled up into it.

"Ready?" Mo asked, and his voice was shaking now, too.

"Yes. Come here. Now."

Mo moved up over him on his forearms, the white hair falling around them both.

He was so big above him.

His shoulders blocked out the lamp and his chest was flushed.

The heart pounding in him was Han's own, and Han felt every beat in his ribs.

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