MSW Chapter54

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Having reunited after their separation, their emotions were difficult to contain. However, Mu Peixuan, mindful of Duan Linzhou’s frail health, stroked his thin and weak body, barely suppressing his surging desire.

 

Duan Linzhou, having gone through an intense affair, had unknowingly fallen asleep nestled against Mu Peixuan. Mu Peixuan, on the other hand, was surprisingly awake. He stared at Duan Linzhou intently, gently brushed his fingers against his cheek and lips, and couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him. It was as if he had obtained a rare treasure, and he couldn’t get enough of cherishing it.

 

After Mu Peixuan arrived in Fengzhou, he found it extremely difficult to fall asleep. It wasn’t until Duan Linzhou came that he found some relief. Later, when he went to the Anyang battlefield for conquest and they were separated once again, Mu Peixuan hadn’t slept soundly a single night.

 

Now, returning under the starry night and seeing Duan Linzhou sleeping on the bed, his heart felt settled. This feeling was truly novel and dangerous, yet it was also incredibly addictive.

 

Mu Peixuan tightened his arms, drawing Duan Linzhou closer into his embrace. Duan Linzhou seemed to sense this, and in his hazy sleep, he reached out and gently patted Mu Peixuan’s back — a way he had discovered to comfort Mu Peixuan, who often couldn’t sleep at night after arriving in Fengzhou.

 

Mu Peixuan paused, his heart burning. He then nuzzled against Duan Linzhou’s lips for a long while before finally closing his eyes.

 

The night passed without dreams.

 

Mu Peixuan slept early and also woke early. As dawn approached, he opened his eyes, and a faint light filtered through the window paper. Mu Peixuan still felt somewhat disoriented, as if he were still on the battlefield, the scent of blood lingering in his nostrils, the sticky, hot spray of blood glaring red. His unfocused gaze slowly gathered as it fell upon Duan Linzhou, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him on the pillow. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch Duan Linzhou’s cheek. The skin was warm, undeniably real.

 

Duan Linzhou was thin, his lips lacking color, and his breathing was shallow. Out of selfishness, Mu Peixuan hadn’t dressed Duan Linzhou after cleaning him up last night. Duan Linzhou’s exposed neck and shoulders were covered in mottled kiss and teeth marks, with even more hidden beneath the blankets. Mu Peixuan turned his head and gazed at Duan Linzhou for a long time. At this moment, the Jiulian Sect rebels, and the chaos in Liangdu seemed to vanish without a trace.

 

Counting carefully, the two had only been married for four or five months. Mu Peixuan recalled his coldness towards Duan Linzhou during their early marriage, and a sense of regret and remorse welled up within him.

 

Lost in his aimless thoughts, he didn’t even notice when Duan Linzhou had also woken up. Their eyes met, and Mu Peixuan’s heart skipped a beat. Immediately after, he saw Duan Linzhou close his eyes again.

 

Mu Peixuan was taken aback for a moment before remembering that Duan Linzhou always woke up late. Last night, with all his tossing and turning, he probably hadn’t fully woken up yet.

 

Sure enough, Duan Linzhou sleepily snuggled closer. Mu Peixuan embraced his bare waist, lowered his head to kiss Duan Linzhou’s eyes, and then his nose. Unexpectedly, just as his lips landed, Duan Linzhou opened his eyes again, staring directly at Mu Peixuan. After a moment, he chuckled and murmured, “I thought I had been having erotic dreams all night.”

 

Mu Peixuan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, “Sleep a little longer.”

 

But Duan Linzhou buried his face in the crook of Mu Peixuan’s neck, inhaled deeply, and said in a muffled voice, “I can’t bear to sleep anymore.”

 

Mu Peixuan’s heart softened at his words. He subconsciously held the back of Duan Linzhou’s neck and asked, “Aren’t you tired?”

 

Duan Linzhou gasped softly. Mu Peixuan remembered the injury on the back of his neck and quickly released his hand. “Did I hurt you? Let me see.”

 

Duan Linzhou didn’t stop him but instead lay languidly on the bed, humming with amusement. “How could it not hurt? Last night you treated my neck like a kunze’s nape.” A Kunze’s nape healed quickly due to their constitution, while a Zhongyong’s was different; their glands degenerated, and that patch of skin became like any other. In the heat of passion last night, Mu Peixuan had uncontrollably bitten his nape, not just biting, but also repeatedly licking and sucking it, leaving Duan Linzhou feeling half-dead. His words were so explicit that Mu Peixuan coughed uncomfortably. Duan Linzhou’s black hair was like silk, and when Mu Peixuan brushed it aside, he saw the teeth-marked neck, and there was more than one as well.

 

That patch of skin was slightly indented, and upon closer inspection, it vaguely resembled plum blossom petals, but unfortunately, it had been bitten too fiercely and was abnormally red and swollen.

 

A guilty feeling washed over Mu Peixuan, along with a pang of tenderness. He leaned in to kiss it, his tongue gently tracing over the marks. The moment he touched it, Duan Linzhou shivered all over, and Mu Peixuan heard the youth mumble, “Let me kiss it, then apply the ointment later.”

 

He was already sensitive, yet the young man’s lips and tongue were scalding hot as he gently licked back and forth over that patch of skin, as if to soothe it. Yet, he still couldn’t resist lightly grinding his teeth against it, sending shivers down Duan Linzhou’s spine and causing him to pant softly.

 

In that barren gland, Mu Peixuan tasted a faint plum blossom scent, delicate and thin, mixed with his own pheromones from the night before. The combination made Mu Peixuan’s breathing heavy, and he felt an urge to bite down and break that thin layer of skin. In a daze, Duan Linzhou felt a primal fear of being held by the throat by a wild beast, yet it was mixed with a sharp pleasure. Mu Peixuan’s body was strong, and they were pressed tightly together, their reactions clearly felt by the other.

 

Mu Peixuan was in his prime, and it was morning, so his lower body that was against Duan Linzhou’s was hard, grinding impatiently. Duan Linzhou was usually cold, but he was now covered in a thin layer of sweat from being entangled, and he gasped softly, grabbing Mu Peixuan’s hand that was pinching his nipple. “Peixuan…”

 

Mu Peixuan responded with a muffled sound, his voice hoarse, “I won’t do it,” he said, tenderly pecking kisses on Duan Linzhou’s shoulder. “I won’t do it, I’ll just hold you.”

 

Though Mu Peixuan said he would only hold him, his arousal was undeniable, he pressed against Duan Linzhou with an imposing presence. Duan Linzhou couldn’t help but gasp softly, his pale skin flushing with crimson. He felt Mu Peixuan’s breath was hot, his calloused fingers were hot, and even his body pressed against him felt scalding, as if he were about to melt into this fervent tide of passion.

 

Duan Linzhou loved Mu Peixuan’s intensity towards him. A wildness stirred deep within his bones, and in that moment, he disregarded his frail body. Driven by lust, he reached out to caress Mu Peixuan’s sweaty waist and abdomen. His own desire was proudly erect, radiating a fierce and aggressive energy. Mu Peixuan had intended to restrain himself to a few gentle rubs, but sensing Duan Linzhou’s response was like pouring oil on a fire. His breathing deepened, his fingers traced the crevice between Duan Linzhou’s legs, teasingly hovering at the entrance before sliding away, finally lodging his penis between Duan Linzhou’s thighs.

 

Duan Linzhou groaned softly as Mu Peixuan bit his ear. The youth’s voice was thick with wet desire, like a heavy spring rain pouring down. “You’re not allowed to tease me like this.”

 

Duan Linzhou’s legs tensed, clamping tightly around the engorged member. He chuckled, “Not allow me to tease? Hmm? Then who was it last night who insisted on making me call him Fujun?”

 

Mu Peixuan pursed his lips, his ears burning with embarrassment. He haphazardly smeared the slick fluid from their genitals onto Duan Linzhou’s inner thighs and pressed down on Duan Linzhou’s waist, thrusting forcefully a few times. A Tianqian’s member was naturally endowed, and even thrusting between the thighs felt like penetration. Duan Linzhou, having never experienced this before, felt a strange sensation akin to being invaded in his rear. Recalling the events of last night, he remained unforgiving, sighing, “Someone found it disgusting back then — umph!”

 

“…Duan Linzhou!” Mu Peixuan, mortified and enraged, covered his mouth with his palm. After a moment, he lowered himself again, nuzzling against Duan Linzhou’s temple and whispering, “I was wrong, wasn’t it enough?”

 

“It wasn’t disgusting,” he said, “I want to hear it.”

 

Just this one utterly sincere sentence captured Duan Linzhou completely. Like a small animal whose fur had been smoothed down, he sheathed his sharp claws and couldn’t bring himself to make any more teasing remarks.

 

The “Fujun” Duan Linzhou had called out that time wasn’t said with any deep affection or seriousness; it was merely to tease Mu Peixuan. However, Mu Peixuan’s words still stung Duan Linzhou. He reasoned that Mu Peixuan had been forced into marrying him, so aversion was only natural. With this understanding, Duan Linzhou let the matter drop.

 

But now, when Mu Peixuan truly apologized and coaxed him to say “Fujun,” the endearment that he could have uttered without hesitation back then now carried a hint of shyness.

 

Duan Linzhou once again clearly felt the young man’s undisguised affection, as pure and fervent as Mu Peixuan’s Xinxiang, utterly captivating. To the frail and sickly Duan Linzhou, it was as if he had witnessed withered trees blossoming in spring, a ray of dawn breaking through the endless night filled with death.

 

The two lingered in bed for a long time. It wasn’t until Liu Guang arrived with Duan Linzhou’s breakfast, which had been warmed again and again, that Mu Peixuan finally opened the door.

 

The young Junwang, having been tempered by the battlefield, possessed a more mature air between his eyes, along with a hint of cold detachment befitting his high position. Combined with the scar, it added a touch of ruthlessness and indifference. Liu Guang was momentarily stunned, but Mu Peixuan had already turned back into the room. Liu Guang steadied himself and immediately stepped inside with the food box.

 

The window in the room was open, and an incense burner was lit. As Liu Guang entered, he saw Duan Linzhou leaning against the window, with Mu Peixuan speaking softly to him. His master had slightly raised his face, his posture relaxed and content, with smiles gracing his eyes and the corners of his mouth.

 

Liu Guang immediately noticed the kiss marks on Duan Linzhou’s neck and, catching the scent of the burning incense in the air, felt an inexplicable heat rise to his face.