author: Jets_adjacent

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At a festival for one proud General, Pei Ming teases a little...and Shi Wudu returns the favor.

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A festival for General Ming Guang is a noisy affair.

This does not surprise Shi Wudu, who keeps his eyes forward. He is dressed in contrast to the brilliant reds, oranges and golds of the rambunctious attendees. The joyous faces and copper-strewn hair. The sweeping robes and dresses of the men and women of the town a perfumed haze for him, trying to seek out his companion.

The Northern city celebrates the martial god with brightly lit lanterns woven through their streets. With vendors selling grilled and sweet things. Displayed tapestries of glorious battles. Blacksmiths sent to show off their glittering wears to the astonishment of passer bys. Fire breathers and dragons dance in the street while arranged duels of sweaty men boast the favor of gods. Brawling with their blunt swords and drawing quite the crowd.

It's loud and warm and Shi Wudu scowls while children push past him. Their hands filled with polished wooden swords, a ribbon tied across the blade. The old legends still invigorating the hearts of Pei Ming's followers.

There's an appeal to his charming masculinity, Shi Wudu considers. Following the bustle of the celebration and ignoring the calls of food and wine surrounding him. The musicians playing on with vigor and battled the crowd in volume, the air tastes of spice and sweetness. Which leaves Shi Wudu frowning that his robes will reek of the dark scents once they return to the heavens. His preference of pale flowers and orange peels was quickly overwhelmed.

He stood out in his pale robes, the delicate and ornate embroidery. His throat and fingers weighed heavy in polished silver - the gauzy teal outer robe like snow in this field of rich flames. Catching the attention of these northern celebrators who whispered among themselves. Either seeming to wish to drape him in the color of their god, or ignore him entirely like a bad omen.

Which was fine for Shi Wudu, his lip curling in distaste when he finally locates the only reason he's even here...

Pei Ming is a handsome figure, blending well with his fine robes. The colors wrapping his body are the same as a great kiln. Gold glittering across his neck and wrists like the spark of weapons forged. Mighty hammer shaping him into a gorgeous sight in this busy street of worshippers. Blindly following this handsome man with their eyes. None the wiser of who it is they stare and smile towards. A few bold women approach with red petal flowers and brass strings to tie to his hair and fingers, giggling when he smiles back. Stunning in his restrained charm. Eyes left molten by lantern light and Shi Wudu tracks the sight of perfumed and delicate hands tracing Pei Ming's arms through the flattering robes.

Their mouths turn like a bow when he ducks low to hear their inviting words. Letting them duck shyly at flirtation and then cheer when he answers something in return. Likely boasting over himself - letting them decide he is some handsome General visiting from the capital for this celebration.

Shi Wudu watches all this and he can't help but recall Pei Ming's eager voice, begging him to join his side for this night. Annoying and stubborn. Following him about the heavens with a loud whine and promising Shi Wudu it would be fun. As if having fun was ever his priority!

He was a busy god in high demand. His temples of Water and Fortune are many and overwhelmed in offerings. Followers spilling pleas and prayers through day and night. His time was precious and Pei Ming knew better than to demand it lightly. So when he finally agreed it was due to the man's insistence - more like a pity favor.

Not at all to do with the feeling of those eyes of bright amber upon him. The voice soft when taking his hand and asking "Shui-ge, I want to go with you."

Pathetic.

He really fell for it didn't he?

And now he has the joy of watching Pei Ming, mere moments from wandering from Shi Wudu's side, drown in the adoration of his worshipers. Letting stranger hands squeeze his arms, lean into his touch, and sweep flattering and hungry gazes across his fine face.

This city is lucky the shore is too far away, or else a tragic tsunami would have already wiped them out.

"Shui-ge!" Pei Ming calls, pulling himself from the arms with a polite turn. Ducking from pouting voices trying to catch Shi Wudu as he begins to walk away. Fan going too quickly in hand and when Pei Ming walks at his side the trim of his cloak looks like a fine collar of gold. He wishes he could choke him with it. "I've been looking for you!"

"I'm sure very diligently." Shi Wudu sneers, too poised to run away and why should he? Pei Ming is the one who insulted him, it's this man who should be fleeing for his life.

"Are you having fun?"

"Hardly." He answers and Pei Ming frowns in the way that means he's forcing himself not to smile. Ruffling the hair of a passing child who stares in wonder at the sword on the man's hip. So popular no matter where they go. All these eyes freely roaming across his golden form, letting them paw and swoon and stare at him. Shameless! "I'm going back to the inn."

"But Shui-ge!" Pei Ming catches him around the waist, heat flaring where he touches and Shi Wudu is quick to fold his fan and thwack the General across the shoulder. Harmless but loud, leaving the other blinking and hand going slack.

"Don't you have new friends to get back to?"

"Who?" They haven't gone too far that the gaggle of women were out of sight. Still waiting with flattering smiles and curves on display. Giggling to one another and causing every man who can see to lay harsh stares towards the object of their obvious desire. "Ah, they are very friendly here."

"I'm sure." Shi Wudu curls his lip and a few of the women flinch, but Pei Ming doesn't notice. "Why don't you go back to them, they're waiting to put their filthy hands back on you."

"Ah, Shi Wudu." His voice is, and always has been, like a playful song. Something which gets stuck in your head and leaves you dwelling on his allure all day. Flirtation so ingrained into Pei Ming's every motion. Almost impossible to separate genuine intentions from his second nature. This doesn't settle well for Shi Wudu, who is always trying to decide how the next person is planning to take advantage of him. Steal what's his. Being around Pei Ming is exhausting.

It doesn't matter how well this man screws, he's a pain when not put to good use.

"Could it be that you're jealous?"

If Shi Wudu weren't a god he'd probably snap his neck turning to glare up at Pei Ming. Eyes burning, the same heat pouring down his scalp and settling into his spine. Only growing hotter with fury when Pei Ming has the audacity to smile like he's seen something no one else has. That offending hand slipping brave back to his waist. Fingers light as they trace a gentle shape against the embroidery.

"It's very cute." The General says, voice too low, too hot. A tender purr where they've tucked themselves into the hustle of the crowd. Little more than blended shapes ducked in conversation. "I've been curious to see what it would look like on you, now I know."

Those eyes shine with delight, not bothering to hide the small bit of victory there.

How DARE he! How DARE HE play Shi Wudu like this!

Does he not know who he's speaking to with such a cocky tone?!

Fine. Stupid man. Fine. Play your games, but remember your opponent. After all Shi Wudu gets what Shi Wudu wants...

And what he wants more than anything is to slap that pleased look off Pei Ming's face - make the other remember who exactly he's toying with...

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Pei Ming's face still hurts from the violence of Shi Wudu's retreat. He didn't actually expect the man to slap him!

Ok maybe he did...

He just didn't expect it to hurt as much as it did - didn't think his Water Tyrant was so strong under all that soft silk! (well that's a lie, he knows exactly how that body is shaped and should have expected worse). There's probably the impression of a ring on his cheek, wounded by the bitter slap godhood or not. And he chose to give Shi Wudu some time before slinking back to the inn like a bad dog. Head lowered and tail between his legs in fear of what awaits him.

That Shi Wudu returned to heaven was still a high possibility as the other was not answering his summons. Chilly silence and Pei Ming didn't want to chance embarrassing either of them by sending a message to the mass array. Shi Wudu didn't like people knowing his business and Pei Ming wasn't sure he would survive others knowing they'd had a squabble.

Squabble was too harsh a word! Really! He had darted off to buy Shi Wudu something from a vendor, the pretty ladies were just there! Not his fault...until he thought: wouldn't it be interesting to see how his Water Tyrant reacted seeing him with the local beauties? He thought the man would be annoyed, call him names and maybe a little jealous...

But the cold in those pale eyes sent him stumbling back more than the slap across his face. A worried knot appearing in his throat, and an all too familiar heat bubbled low across his stomach for the mean way Shi Wudu looked when walking off.

Ah, what a mess! If the other didn't look so gorgeous when spitting venom Pei Ming was sure he'd know better than to tease! Alas, he was pretty when mad and mad more often than not. Painted eyes and all that silver made Shi Wudu out to be untouchable when furious. Something deadly and wicked. And when he was like that he vibrated under touch and that was what sent Pei Ming to even try.

Ay, he was going to lose some seaside temples for this, he knows it! But it was worth it to see Shi Wudu so flustered over him.

"Oh! Sir!" A strange voice calls, a humble looking gentleman who may or may not work in the inn. Pei Ming doesn't recall. Too busy thinking how Shi Wudu purchased a single room for them upon their arrival to the city. Didn't look at all bothered by the open face stare of the clerk at that time. His confidence was so appealing, how was Pei Ming supposed to focus on anything else?

"Your companion wanted me to give you this." Pei Ming tilts his head, taking the carved token in hand with confusion. "It's entry to our bathing springs behind the inn. A short walk, there are plenty of robes and towels at the shed."

The man's face was bleeding red and heat, trying not to look Pei Ming in the eyes. This only piqued his curiosity, leaning into the innkeeper's shadow, Pei Ming smiled.

"My companion, how did he seem?"

"He um." The man swallows hard, fiddling with his sleeve and looking a little guilty. Aha. "Focused."

"He's very handsome like that, and tips well, I know." Pei Ming chuckles, feeling it's not fair that he can appreciate others affected by Shi Wudu's sharp face but gets in trouble when trying to rile the other! Rude, tragically rude. "Thank you for your help."

Perhaps Shi Wudu wasn't as upset as he first thought? Bathing together in steamy hot springs beneath the stars? Well that all sounded almost romantic didn't it? Usually such things were left for Pei Ming to come up with, as his Water Tyrant was far from a lover of the romantic. If he was given gifts they had to be expensive. Tokens should be rare. And shows of adoration had best end with Shi Wudu about to curl around something to brag about or else he didn't want it. Far too pragmatic at times and more than once the items gifted were seen around Shi Qingxuan's person the next day!

Really, Shi Wudu was one of the least romantic people Pei Ming has ever seduced and that cramped his style!

But it was worth it, he thought, carrying a foreign joy which left him humming along the way to the hot springs. Arriving at the bamboo cut stalls. Changing into the provided robes which were of poorer quality than he was used to but that was fine. He couldn't imagine Shi Wudu liking the rough texture and that left Pei Ming traveling down the stone path. Imagining cool silk across pale thighs.

Distracted by his imagination the General, renown for war and strategy, didn't notice that no one else was around. A strange thing for a hot spring in the middle of a festival.

It takes him some time to locate Shi Wudu. There are many baths cut from the natural stone. The pools, each empty of guests and steaming with bright scents of flowers and incense. The charming setting is one that leaves Pei Ming soothed from the earlier incident. Convinced of Shi Wudu's change of heart and eager to find him.

He finally stumbles upon a neatly folded robe upon tall rocks which lead into a deeper pool. A sign that another was waiting here.

The natural steam is dense, leaving Pei Ming's brow to dot in perspiration. His gaze sweeps the area for any sign of Shi Wudu while the smallest bud of concern begins to worm it's way through his gut. Not that the terrifying tyrant needed his protection. But Pei Ming wanted to protect him nonetheless.

There's a sound. An odd splash like a signal and through the heated mist Pei Ming spots a figure moving through the water. Porcelain skin wrapped in the thin robe. Black hair like strokes of ink distorted in the haze - moving further into the pool with patient stride. Pei Ming's mouth turns to grin, his steps careful when he meets the water's edge.

"Shui-ge!" Calls, trying to honey his voice and find Shi Wudu in the spring. "Don't be shy-"

He's ankle deep in the water...the element of his companion's domain...

The illustrious General Ming Guang is reminded of that very quickly when a bind like a silk rope traps his legs. Giving not a second to fight before he's yanked like a sash beneath the warm waters. A loud splash and a single cry makes it from his lips before he's submerged. The water cloudy with his thrashing and his hair tie pulled loose in struggle.

Perhaps, he thinks with a grimace, upsetting the Water Master then jumping into a pool was not a good idea. His body wrapped with a feeling of silk gliding across his skin, turning and twisting him until he's not sure which way is up. A hot spring shouldn't be deep enough to leave a man of his size unable to find the floor: but he's having no luck and when wrists are bound by a soft pressure behind his back. Pei Ming has to accept that he's in trouble.

When his body is finally brought up, breaking the surface with a loud gasp and hair spilled down his face, Shi Wudu is there. Watching, perched on a far rock with his robe soaked and clinging to every panel of his soft flesh. Looking pink under the heat and the veil of black hair is dripping down his shoulders while those terrible eyes are focused on him. One leg outstretched so it pierces the water. A long, smooth stroke of flesh teasing Pei Ming's sight as the martial god's body battles excitement and concern.

"Shui-ge, there you are." He says with a gentle voice, cautious but greedily taking in the sight. "You're being very playful."

"Am I?" There's a sharp edge to Shi Wudu's voice as the tyrant watches him from the perch. Fingers move to brush back the damp hair from his shoulders. Torso leaning against the drenched robe and Pei Ming pulls on his watery restraints reflexively. "Where are your fans?"

The women he let gather around him were already so forgotten by the sight of smooth flesh that Pei Ming took a long pause to understand what Shi Wudu meant. Laughing when he does, shaking his head and his own hair falls into his eyes.

"Why would I bring them along? I came here with you."

When Shi Wudu enters the water it is without disturbing the surface. No splash or change, the element welcoming him like a sheath built to suit only this silver blade. Only when he approaches with even steps does the water start to ripple at the angle of his hips.

Echoing from the body scantily protected by the thin robe and Pei Ming hadn't noticed his ankles were also bound by the water until Shi Wudu stood between his knees.

"You came with me," The Water Master's voice doesn't need to raise to swell against Pei Ming's skull. "But you let them fawn over you."

"Shui-Ge," The water binding his limbs squeezes with warning and that really shouldn't lead to bright sparks swimming down his body. But here he was getting hard for the meanness in Shi Wudu's gaze and the way he is on display in the misty pools. He wishes it weren't so clouded here in the hot springs, dense with pale steam which clung to Shi Wudu's trim shoulders like an extension of himself. He worries the man cannot see how quickly he's become excited - and Pei Ming loves to show off. "I can't help it if I'm popular."

"Do you think I'm one to put my mouth on leftovers?" The Water Master speaks and the sound brings Pei Ming's thighs to clench, fighting a grin at such a sour tone. "Do you know who I am?"

"Shi Wudu." Pei Ming answers swift and with the edges of breathless delight.

"What more?" He's ordered and there is a part of Pei Ming who will always be a soldier waiting to be controlled.

"The Water Master, the God of Luck and Fortune, the one who bends fates to his whim and rises above the impossible." He spills quickly, voice sweet and adoring as he knows Shi Wudu wants to hear. "Heaven's vicious Lord, the Tyrant of the Seas...should I keep going?"

Shi Wudu regards him for a moment. Slim brow quirked and soft hands move to rest on Pei Ming's knees sending excited bolts down his legs.

"You didn't say, the only one who can touch you."

Pei Ming swallows hard and Shi Wudu watches the motion with far too much heat in his gaze.

"Is that what you are?" He asks, curious now for more than just their strange game. An uncertain warmth floods across his lap and Pei Ming wishes Shi Wudu would touch him already. He thinks better when someone is touching him, grounding him.

"I don't share, General." Those hands which typically hold a fan with delicate grasp - and wield the oceans with violent temper - dip beneath the waters. Palms smooth while they skirt under the edges of his own singular clothing. Blunt nails tease along the length of muscle which strain and turn beneath the attention and Pei Ming lets out a whine when the touch stops cold on the high edge of his thighs. A frown wrinkling his face. "I don't share and I don't take kindly to others touching what's mine."

Pei Ming wants to say his name again. He likes the shape of it on his tongue. Likes pretending he's at the Water Master's altar and begging for a blessing of legs which always bruise where they wrap his waist. Or a vicious mouth that takes and takes and bites and gnaws him open with the same intensity Shi Wudu has with all things he consumes.

He's cradled by the water like a curved bench of warm satin. Held aloft while Shi Wudu leans deeper between his legs. The brush of small hips between his thighs has his mouth watering and skin aflame with anticipation. But all his tyrant does is watch him, turning his sharp face to the side, dipping needle black lashes in his direction, and sighs.

"Are you mine?" Shi Wudu asks, giving Pei Ming no alternative.

His hesitation comes only from the warmth spreading up his throat. The weight of Shi Wudu's eyes as they are neither teasing nor kind. The tyrant does nothing lightly and the absolute of his question leaves Pei Ming drowning in the tremors. Such sharp and brilliant things started low from his stomach and rose to meet his chest.

Of all the trysts and love affairs of his lifetime and godhood. The love letters and sweet words uttered against quivering throats. The many faces he's made brighten with his words of devotion and adoration...

When Pei Ming says "I'm yours" he's never felt words feel so true before.

Shi Wudu's lashes flinch, but not with annoyance or fear. He seems pleased, those hands shifting across his lap and scalding hot where they pet the insides of his thighs.

"Good boy." He says and Pei Ming thinks he'll be released from the bonds. But instead is left to witness that stunningly wicked face disappear beneath the waters. He doesn't understand how the pool is so deep! The color pale in heat and boiled scents, leaving it frothing and white and difficult to see as Shi Wudu vanishes. A small moment of panic, disappointment, and then-

"Ah,"

An intimate mouth brushes against him beneath the water. A careful glide of soft lips where his legs are parted, hips jerked forward in surprise. There's the feeling of hair, dark and twisting in the waters, swirling at his thighs and Pei Ming is left to bite his lip and think he is either quite lucky - or damned.

"Shui-ge," He speaks to one who likely cannot hear him, chin tucked against his collar as that mouth returns. A teasing stroke of a flat tongue, lapping confident at the underside of his length. His chest heaving hot as lips part sweetly in a surprising kiss at the head. Followed by another and another like a form of worship. Taking little time to tease the organ to attention. Too warm with the combination of water and Shi Wudu's mouth playing beneath the surface. Toying with him as lips traced against the shaft and followed the curve until Pei Ming felt the man's nose brush his taut stomach. The desire to reach forward and tangle fingers in that silky veil of hair, squeeze maybe a little too hard at the scalp, is overwhelming. But his wrists are still trapped in the water's tricks and he's left stretching thighs wider when hands stroke down the curve of his hips. Petting his skin and licking his body with harder strokes that Pei Ming is sure the innkeeper would be able to hear his deep and guttural whine.

He chants the communication array password for Shi Wudu, needing to complain. [What are you doing, let me touch you!] Worried he'd yell if he tried to speak the words out loud.

[Be quiet.] Shi Wudu responds, cold and sharp and wraps lips around a needy head and sucks him into his mouth.

The noise he makes is terrible, water splashing at the buck of hips. Feeling his cock slip higher into the seal of that mouth and blunt nails come to bite into his thighs with warning not to do that again! But how can he hold back when all he feels is Shi Wudu's mouth!? The tongue flat and drawing him in, deeper towards the tightening pressure. His own body steaming as the water's surface while something so beautifully obscene is happening below.

Pei Ming may love his cock...but the perfect way Shi Wudu's mouth seals around it. The way such a powerful man looks, face flushed and lips swollen around the girth. The flash of hunger in ocean-wave eyes as he sucks and swallows. Doing his best to take Pei Ming down like a personal challenge.

...beautiful and devastating all in one. It's pure misery not to see it now.

The waves of heat rush up his torso. The needy stretch of his spine while Shi Wudu bops beneath the surface - it's exhilarating and wonderful and blinding to the point where Pei Ming is grinning foolish alone in the pool. But he wants more and he knows Shi Wudu is holding out on him on purpose.

Teeth scrape the gentle flesh and Pei Ming bucks once more into that mouth. Cut by nails dug deep against his legs but Shi Wudu doesn't stop. Unable to see the look he gets when determined, the storm behind that gaze, he's sure Shi Wudu can already taste him. Feel him slipping from his usual control and he calls again with deep plea [Let me fuck you properly!]

[Beg.] Comes the single word answer and Pei Ming thrusts up into the throat as punishment for the teasing.

He regrets it though, immediately, as the vibration of Shi Wudu's moan is unmistakable where his mouth still engulfs him. Tighter and faster. Tortuous. Drawing his lips up Pei Ming's length and he loses the suction when Shi Wudu soothes his tongue over the now swollen head.

Master of Water, not fearing drowning when deep throating a god of battle. It's really all too much. Pei Ming sighs and swallows what's left of his pitiful pride while his abdomen tightens. He's doing all he can not to abuse that greedy throat and cause more trouble for himself.

[Please, please let me have you properly,] He begins, trying to remember how to think past the sensation of gentle lips teasing the weight of his cock. [I'm yours, aren't I? Let me prove how much, Shui-Ge, Water Master - Shi Wudu I need to make you scream.]

Something in his words causes the mouth to hesitate. Tongue gentle as it gives a final stroke and Pei Ming groans when Shi Wudu rises from the waters. Hair streaming evenly parted down his face while the eyes blown dark. Mouth red. Pei Ming clenches a fist against his desire and wants to lick the sparse remnants of himself from Shi Wudu's tongue.

"Do you really understand yet?" His voice is edged rough and Pei Ming only feels that his water restraints have lifted once he's able to reach and grab Shi Wudu's soaked collar. Shucking the robe off the pale shoulder and the man gives no resistance to being tugged forward. Once more trapped in the shaking bracket of his legs so their mouths meet violent and hungry at long last.

Pei Ming likes passion, but Shi Wudu is aggression and teeth. Never thought such a kiss would leave him shaking for more. Letting himself be abused by a snarling mouth which he has to fight to contain. Suck the lip already swollen and tease a gentle moan from the other. Hands rough where they tear the fabric, leaving the robe to float forgotten at the surface and drag Shi Wudu into his lap. Strokes their tongues together, chasing Shi Wudu behind his teeth and rolling hips into that pretty body which has so freely tortured him. Letting his cock run in a smooth and needy line against the seal of pale thighs.

If he weren't so damn desperate to be inside this vixen, he might just rut against this perfect body instead. Let his come stain polished thighs and leave his tyrant smeared in his gifts.

"Don't you dare." Shi Wudu warns like he could read his thoughts. Pulling his legs up in one easy exchange of strength when Pei Ming's feet find the pool floor. Toting Shi Wudu's weight in his hands as he paws and squeeze round flesh. Let the Water Tyrant snarl and groan into his mouth as Pei Ming's fingers seek purchase between that body. Impatient.

But what he finds leaves him gasping for breath against Shi Wudu's tongue.

"You-" He says, stunned as the other bites his lip. The flushed and needy length of Shi Wudu's body rolling easy and hot against his stomach muscles. Enjoying every inch of strength on display for him.

"I was waiting for you." Shi Wudu answers and lets out a sharp sound when Pei Ming's fingers explore cautiously. Feeling the taut ring of muscle below slick with oil and earlier care. Loose and accepting of his fingers with only the deep shudder of the body's core as resistance.

"You're so beautiful.." He says, helpless, breathless and holding Shi Wudu's thigh with one hand as the other presses inside. Following the quickened breath from dark lips like a map until he's knuckles deep. Pushing familiar against the shape of his body and the tyrant lets out a pleasured sound. "I want to touch you forever," Pei Ming speaks the truth, crooking fingers against that place which brings Shi Wudu to flash teeth and moan against his chin. Hips pressing harder against Pei Ming's stomach so his cock finds a rougher friction between them.

"Why do you think, I keep you around?"

"Cheeky little," He stills Shi Wudu's snark with another stroke inside him. The legs hooked to his body giving a hard shake and the delicious tremble of the man's form can be seen. Watching it fall beneath the sloshing waters and where Shi Wudu's skin has begun to turn pink under his attention. "Absolutely beautiful." Hums into Shi Wudu's lips and catches the disappointed whine when he withdraws his fingers.

Pei Ming adjusts to scoop the man beneath the knees and there's a look on his tyrant's face, scowling and mean. But he sees it as tender - feeling hands encircle his shoulders and he hushes Shi Wudu's shaken body. Taking control only so much as the man has given, his leash loosened for Shi Wudu's pleasure.

"This is yours," He groans into the cheek, feeling teeth clenched tight beneath. Letting the other hum impatiently before sheathing himself into the spread body with a single, determined thrust.

Anyone passing by would know what shameful things they're doing even from a distance. Shi Wudu's knees held aloft while Pei Ming's hips met beneath the water. The Water Master gave a sharp cry and clawed down the broad plane of Pei Ming's shoulders. Clutching and holding on with a sneer but his hips rock low against the intrusion. Bringing Pei Ming to sigh deep and hungry

against scowling teeth. His own drenched robe torn from the sudden movements. Needy as he knocks their brows together, damp hair tangling while he shifts in tortuous circles. Let's Shi Wudu's body tremble for the moment filled with Pei Ming's worship.

He does adore this avaricious man.

Salt tongue, always demanding more. More More More.

Pei Ming is happy to provide.

In his heart, Pei Ming is a romantic. He shows his love by the easy rhythm in which he begins to thrust into Shi Wudu's body, mind dizzy on every wonderful sensation. Being swallowed down by this holy form, welcomed and drawn deeper as water splashes around them and picks up speed when Shi Wudu cries. The air rich with the sudden ah ah oh from the stretched mouth which rests into his jaw. Squeezing them tighter together with arms looped over his shoulders. He feels Shi Wudu's body move into each motion, wanting to meet Pei Ming's thrusts sooner than the pace gives, a spoiled thing. Dripping wet between them and it feels hot down Pei Ming's abs where the man is already so close.

He wants to call Shi Wudu beautiful again but his lungs are only meant to groan. To breath hard into Shi Wudu's ear so his fellow god hears what he does to him along with feeling it. The brutal shift of hips as he bucks harder, holding tight to bent knees and carrying their weight like it is nothing to him. A knot, sweet and molten, turns in his body and he chases the rising pleasure as he fucks harder into Shi Wudu. Urged on by the bright spilled yes that echoes against the man's teeth. The tyrant's eyes fighting not to clench so that wicked gaze can scorch right through Pei Ming's defenses.

Master of water, yet commands a flame to devour Pei Ming from the inside.

It's almost unfair.

"Forgive me love," He whispers and when he buries deep into Shi Wudu and moves, stepping towards the shore, the look of confusion mingling with bliss is so wonderful. He just has to kiss that slack mouth and be gentle when drawing out - getting hit for his efforts. Trying to hush his tyrant who squirms for the loss. "Shui-ge, Shui-ge, just hold on." He kisses the man harsh, lets teeth sink into a lip as he reaches the smooth, shallow rocks of the pool's entry. Strong enough to carry them against the edge and spill Shi Wudu like a sacrifice over pale, slanted stone. Their bodies still tangled and the man looked frustrated and hungry.

Waters swirl dangerously and impatient at his Pei Ming's waist, the waves trying to return him to their Master's body.

"Pei Ming," A warning, rough and thin and he nods wildly, understanding. Letting loose with a pained moan from them both when he adjusts their pose. Catching a kicking leg and pressing it back into the other's chest. Holding knees down and he rejoins the sweet embrace. Shi Wudu's head knocking back at the slowness of his reentry. Wanting to ensure his tyrant trembled over the return.

Knees at his elbows, Shi Wudu's wrists caught and pressed to the soft stone, Pei Ming can't handle the divine image of such a thing. Buried into this man, feeling every quivering muscle as this tyrant fights against pleasure. That face of porcelain and perfect paint is flushed and hot, eyes dotted in silver and sweat and he kisses him deep. Tongue mimicking the motion of his cock inside the precious body. Bucking hard, harder, until he's swarmed by the clench and chaos of Shi Wudu coming around him. Body arching around the tide.

He moans into his lips, jaw stretched and loud for only one to hear. Pulling useless at Pei Ming's grip as his body is continually fucked raw and vicious. Knowing what he likes, what he craves. Building the tension of his own blinding vision as Shi Wudu's orgasm carries. The sight of his pretty body stained in proof of his pleasure. The tight squirm and hungry drive as Pei Ming continues obediently giving the Water Master the praise he wants. To feel every hot inch of him inside and chasing the lewd joy echoing across his heated skin.

The vision is too much, leaving heat dripping down the nerves of his legs, his muscles singing in the rhythm as Shi Wudu groans as he's fucked. Whining, calling for more for him. Leaving Pei Ming dizzy and letting that tightness of his belly unfurl when he bows to kiss Shi Wudu's brow, asking

"Let me come inside."

The exuberant and demanding "yes" is almost too much.

Shameless. Beautiful. Releasing Shi Wudu's wrists to gather his thighs. Wants this lovely body spread and welcoming as he moves deep. Marking himself inside Shi Wudu's every nerve and feels the traces of what he's already left behind. The sound obscene as waters splash about their moving hips. Shi Wudu arching and sprawled over soft stone. Eyes clenched by the sensation, mouth round and soft at the long oh he holds as he's held and used and worshiped by this adoring martial god.

Pei Ming burns the sight into his heart, loose grin slipping into a braced moan and when he comes it's at the sharp urging of Shi Wudu beneath him. The tyrant clenches his body against the other's and orders him to come inside with the authority of an Emperor.

Beautiful. He's so beautiful and dangerous. Bearing the weight of him, letting out such a ragged sound when the pressure of Pei Ming's release spills inside his body. Leaving him dripping and wet and still taking the loose rock of hips as the General rides his orgasm into Shi Wudu's body. Wanting him to share in this moment, the heat and mess and the shivering body of a great warrior laid in servitude for this man. Only brought to this point by his voice and hands loose through his hair. Pulling Pei Ming high as he continued his movements into the soaked body. Kissing him sweet and reverent while the god's come dripped from their slotted bodies and into the waters.

His lips fall to Shi Wudu's shoulders. Their meeting shapes shivering and stealing breath from once another's mouths. He kisses and chases the rapid pulse beneath his tongue and lets the other pull his hair and his jaw down as he clenches thighs around him.

Pei Ming mutters something adoring and sweet, second nature, against the curve of Shi Wudu's throat and his ear is bitten for punishment. Leaving him to whine and chuckle exhausted while his body tries to remember what it's like to be tangible again. Still hip deep inside this Water Master.

"Be quiet," Shi Wudu hums, voice raw and thin and it feels wonderful where Pei Ming's cheek rests against him. "Say it again."

"I'm yours." Pei Ming answers, this time without hesitation. Feels the man below tighten. Letting his own sharp gasp slip out, and Shi Wudu begins to pet through his hair with an foreign gentleness which does not suit him. But such an action leaves Pei Ming without a single thought in his mind. Almost purring at the attention while his sinks into their glow.

"Do not forget such."

==

Pei Ming is a cuddler.

Which leaves Shi Wudu trapped beneath a large body. Tangled between the blankets and a strong arm looped around his waist. Hair tangled and spilled across the bed, catching his mouth and shoulders and he laments for letting it dry without proper care.

Their time in the hot springs continued to grow bold until he demanded a proper bed. Of which Pei Ming, his devious smile where his mouth licked across Shi Wudu's chest, happily agreed. Returning to the inn with no trouble, they were gods after all, the fellow patrons deaf to his hissing as Pei Ming was so arrogant as to carry him to their room. Unseen by mortals but it is likely those in the room below would have heard their continued abuse of the bed.

He grins because it's funny. Because he likes to think that the festival's rising prayers to the General were all spent on pleasing him last night. Shi Wudu grinning with pride as he reaches for his fan on the table. Ears warm because of his current position smothered under the sleeping man, and nothing more.

Fingertips grace the fan but something else catches his attention. Causes Shi Wudu to tilt his head for a better look and still isn't certain what he's looking at. Twisting to reach it, lift the shape and bring it to his vision where he's staring a touch confused. Pei Ming's sleeping breath remains in pattern and so Shi Wudu doesn't hesitate pulling his other arm free. Shifting so he can hold the small thing where the rising sun pierces the curtains beyond. The light granting a proper look.

It's a little General Ming Guang figure. Hand-carved and painted with red, silver and gold armor. Something from the festival the night prior and Shi Wudu is confused on how it got to their room? He frowns, turning it over. Well made and striking in it's dragon scale armor. Feather plume helmet and shape looking very much like the mighty General living in mortal tales.

He hums, amused. Thumb pressed to the simple carved face and tried to imagine the snoring man at his side. How that ego will flare when he sees this little thing.

Shi Wudu thinks it's a shame their "business" took them from the festival so quickly. He would have liked to see more of it. See how mortals celebrate this warrior. All their worship and adoration for someone who Shi Wudu made beg. Bringing the great General to his knees at a word. Noble man whimpering "I'm yours" like a vow.

Idly one hand pets the arm around his waist. The other holds the little figure aloft and he fights the swell of possessive pride and warmth trying to bleed into veins. He really should put this toy aside...

But chooses instead to bring the doll to his lips. Kissing the smooth cheek no larger than his pinky nail.

"I'm glad you like it." Pei Ming's voice is a rumble against his side. The man nuzzles the crook of his neck and Shi Wudu accepts the warm skin, bare and rough against his body. "That's what I was buying for you, when you got jealous."

"Don't bring it up." Snaps and feels the bright chuckle against his side. "You bought me this wretched little thing? What's it even worth?" Voice displeased but he still held it tight even while Pei Ming kissed his cheek, his jaw, his throat...

"If you don't want it..."

The doll vanished from his hand, whisked away to his treasury before the General got any ideas.

"It's mine." He snips and has little chance to prepare before sword worn hands grip his waist. Pulling him with a tangle of blankets and spilled hair to lay across the broad length of the firm body. His hands braced above Pei Ming's head while the man's wandering hands were already playing in light strokes down his back.

"It's all yours." Pei Ming agrees, his face glowing arrogant and amused by something Shi Wudu couldn't possibly understand.