Sealed in the Secret Realm with My Rival novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: On His Knees

Lu kneels on the rainy terrace and takes Qin in his mouth, giving orders and saying good, and Qin hears himself ask for more.

"The Garden copied my pockets," Lu said.

He took the blue bottle out of Qin's fingers and put it back in the drawer.

"This place pulls things out of whoever falls in. Gong Yue packs my robes like a mother hen. That's all."

"Forty bottles."

"She's thorough."

"Lu Baichuan."

"Heyan." Lu shut the drawer with his hip. "It's raining."

It was.

Outside the pavilion the gold sky had gone grey, and rain came down in long soft lines on the lake.

It was the first weather Qin had seen in the Garden.

Lu took his hand and pulled him through the back door onto a wide wooden terrace, roofed above and open on the lake side.

The boards were dry, and the rain made a curtain a yard in front of them.

"The tablet said both cores," Lu said, walking backward. "We've only done one of us."

"We both came."

"Not in the same way."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," Lu said, and sat Qin down on the low rail that ran along the terrace's edge, "you haven't been in my mouth yet."

Qin forgot every one of the forty bottles.

He was still in his inner robe.

Lu knelt on the boards in front of him, and the rain made a grey wall behind his shoulders.

He looked up with that crooked mouth.

"Say yes," Lu said.

"Yes."

"Say it properly."

"Yes, Lu Baichuan, put your mouth on me."

"Good," Lu said softly. "That's good."

The word went into Qin like a hot coin dropped in a well.

Nobody had ever said it to him like that.

Frostpine said excellent and correct and acceptable.

His teacher said not yet.

Lu pushed the grey robe apart and pulled Qin's cock free, already hard again, and looked at it with open pleasure.

"Pretty," he said. "Of course you are."

"Don't talk about it."

"I'll talk about it. Hold the rail."

Qin gripped the rail with both hands.

"Like that. Don't let go. Don't move your hips unless I tell you."

"I don't take orders from you."

"No." Lu's tongue touched the head, one slow lick. "But you want to."

Qin shut his eyes.

He didn't answer, because it was true.

Lu took him into his mouth.

It was wet, hot, perfect, and Qin's whole body jolted on the rail.

Lu went down slowly, an inch at a time, his tongue working flat against the underside.

When he came back up, he sucked, hard enough that Qin's thighs shook.

"Look at me," Lu said, pulling off with a wet sound.

Qin opened his eyes.

Lu's mouth was red and shining, his hair was damp from the spray, and the rain was behind him.

He took Qin back in and held his gaze while he did it.

Qin made a sound he'd never made in his life.

It was high and short, and it came out of him whether he wanted it to or not.

"Good," Lu said around him, and the word hummed along his cock. "Let me hear it."

Qin tried to be quiet.

Lu's fingers closed around the base and stroked in time with his mouth.

His other hand slid up Qin's thigh and held it open.

"Heyan. Louder."

"I won't."

"You will."

Lu did something with his tongue just under the head, a fast circle that was almost cruel, and Qin cried out.

The sound rang across the lake.

Lu's eyes went bright with satisfaction.

"That's the one," he said, and went down on him again with a deep, steady pull.

Qin's hips lifted off the rail.

"Did I say you could move?"

Qin froze.

His whole body sang with the effort of it.

His fingers clamped the wood until the knuckles went white, and a shudder ran from his scalp to his heels.

"Good," Lu murmured, pleased. "Look at you. So good at it."

Qin made a noise that was nearly a sob.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please let me move."

Lu pulled off and rested his cheek against Qin's thigh, grinning up at him.

"Ten years I've wanted to hear you say that. Go on, then. Slowly."

Qin rocked his hips up into the heat of Lu's mouth, and Lu took it, throat open, a low hum in his chest.

Qin's hand left the rail on its own and sank into Lu's hair.

Lu let it.

He looked up at Qin through his lashes with his eyes half shut, and he took every inch Qin gave him.

Qin felt the back of his throat.

He felt the heat of his breath through his nose, and the slick give of his lips.

He felt his own control, the stiff clean thing he had built for ten years, begin to come apart in Lu's mouth.

"Baichuan," he said, before he could stop it.

Lu moaned.

The vibration nearly finished him.

"Again."

"Baichuan. I'm close. I'm going to."

"Do it."

Lu spoke with his lips against the underside of Qin's cock, a rough whisper.

"Come in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want it, Heyan."

He took Qin back in, deep, and sucked.

Qin's back bowed.

His heels dug into the wood.

His qi opened, and the frost in his core went white-hot.

He came hard into Lu's mouth with a shout that cracked on the rain.

Lu swallowed, and swallowed again, and kept his mouth on him through the last shivering pulses, gentle now.

He did not stop when Qin was done.

He licked a slow, careful line along the length of him, and Qin's whole body jumped.

"Lu. I just."

"I know." Lu's thumb pressed into the crease of his hip. "Lie down."

"I can't again."

"You can. Lie down on the boards, Heyan. Now."

Qin slid off the rail.

The wood was warm under his back.

His inner robe was spread open under him, and the mist breathed cool on his stomach.

Lu knelt between his knees and pushed both his legs wide.

"Hands over your head."

Qin put them there.

"Good," Lu said, and kissed the inside of his thigh, just above the knee.

He kissed his way up slowly.

He bit, lightly, where the skin was thinnest, and soothed it with his tongue, and Qin's breath came in uneven pieces.

When Lu's mouth finally closed over him again, Qin was already hard.

It was almost painful.

It was sharper this time, and sweeter, and every pull of Lu's lips sent a bolt up through his belly and into his chest.

He heard himself babbling.

He heard his own voice say, "Please," and "there," and "Baichuan," and once, shamelessly, "good, that's good, don't stop."

Lu gave a rough laugh against him and did not stop.

One of his hands left Qin's thigh.

Qin heard the whisper of cloth, and the wet slap of a fist moving fast, and understood.

Lu was touching himself while he sucked.

He was groaning around Qin's cock.

"Look," Lu panted, and pulled his mouth away just long enough to say it. "Look at me, Heyan."

Qin lifted his head.

Lu knelt in the damp light with his trousers shoved down.

One hand flew on his own thick cock and the other was wrapped around Qin.

His red mouth was open, and his eyes were fixed on Qin's face.

It was the filthiest thing Qin had ever seen.

It broke him.

He came a second time with a ragged shout, his body folding off the boards, white spilling over Lu's knuckles and his own stomach.

Lu watched every second of it.

"There," he said, in a voice shredded to nothing. "There. Yes. You're beautiful."

He came right after, with a groan that sounded torn out of his chest, streaking Qin's thighs with heat.

Then he fell forward onto his elbows and laughed into Qin's belly, helpless, shaking.

The Garden's light brightened a shade.

Lu lay with his forehead on Qin's stomach and breathed.

For a long moment, only the rain spoke.

Qin's hand was still in Lu's hair.

He found that he was stroking it.

"Good," Lu said, muffled, against his leg. "You were so good."

Qin's throat did something unfamiliar.

"You took too long."

"I took the time I wanted."

Lu lifted his head.

His eyes were wet at the corners from the effort.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist, and Qin watched the movement.

There was a thin trail of ember-red light still curling through the air between them, winding from Lu's chest to his own.

It sank into Qin's ribs with a warm pulse.

Beyond the rain, over the pine slope, another black seam in the sky pulled shut with a faint gold shimmer.

"Two now," Lu said, looking up at it. "That's two."

"Two of how many?"

"Who's counting?"

"I am."

"Of course you are." Lu pushed himself up, and one of his knees cracked.

He winced, laughed, and sat down on the boards beside Qin's feet, shoulder to his shin.

The rain thinned.

It had been heavy and cold, and now it was easing into a mist.

Qin looked at the curve of Lu's neck.

His own cock was spent and heavy, and still there was a hot, hollow ache low in his belly that had not gone.

It wanted something more.

It wanted something Lu had made it want.

"Again," Qin said, to the lake.

Lu looked up.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. Not tonight. I need to think. But I want you to say that again."

"Say what?"

"Good," Qin said, and the heat came up his neck to his ears. "I want you to say it again."

Lu stared.

He did not make a joke.

He took Qin's ankle in one big hand, thumb on the knob of the bone, and held it a moment.

"I'll say it every time," Lu said. "Whenever you want. I'll say it until your ears bleed."

"That's disgusting."

"You're blushing."

"It's the weather."

Lu laughed, loud and bright, and the mist caught the sound and carried it out over the water.

It was the best sound Qin had heard in ten years, and he hated that he thought so.

Then Qin saw a new thing in the east sky.

It was a thin black seam, no wider than a hair, running across the clean gold above the pine slope.

It had not been there a minute ago.

Lu was still laughing.

He did not look up at it, not once, and he held Qin's ankle a little too tightly.

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