Chapter 89 - I Prefer Your Voice

When he woke, Wang Li was still asleep. Smiling and pressing a kiss on the man's crown, Ying Yue moved out of bed. Seeing the guqin, he smiled and sat down to run his fingers over the strings. He looked out the window to see birds flying. Looking back down, he plucked a string before plucking more. As he played a part of his song he wrote for his husband, he was startled when he felt warmth pressed to his back.

Wang Li's hand was placed over his, lightly following his movements as he plucked the silken strings. He felt a small nibble against the tip of his ear and he flushed.

"My dear beautiful wife," the sound of huskiness in his king's voice made him shiver, "I thought you left me."

"You are my husband, Ah Li. I will never leave yo- ah," Ying Yue trembled when hands caressed his body.

"You better not," he heard his lover gritted out and groped his penis. The massage to his private was making him heat up. He tried to focus on his song, but his mind was bringing back memories of how good his husband pleased him.

"You don't… you don't need to make love with me, for me to stay, Ah Li," he panted stopping his song.

"That is not the reason I make love with you."

His hips was held up for his king to slid under. His bottoms was pulled down, revealing his pearly white ass. He felt the tip of his lover line against his hole and he bit his lip. When did his husband oil himself up? He wasn't sure, but he slid down easily. His husband moved him up and down, pushing and pulling inside his walls.

"Wang Li, I… I can't finish my song."

"Do you not know you already created a song for me, one that I have replaying in my mind and dreams?"

"Wh… ah, ah… mean… mm…"

He was pushed forward onto his knees, but Wang Li's hand cupped under his jaw, making his back arched. Hands on the musical instrument to hold him up, his face was turned, and his lips were sucked. Panting and gasping, he closed his eyes enjoying his lover's thrusts.

"The best song I've ever heard was your voice," his husband panted deeply in his ear and his body trembled, "The sounds you make when we make love, I wish to always hear it."

With that admittance, Ying Yue found his entire body flushed so deeply, he was certain he would be confused with a tomato.

Wang Li thrusted faster and harder against him, causing him to roll his eyes back. His nails dug into the wood when his husband twisted and pulled against his nipple.

"My pretty baby," Wang Li whispered heatedly into his ear and he came twitching back into the hard shaft inside him. When he came to, he laid against his lover as his body was used to pleased Wang Li. Tightening his hole, he heard the groans and the bucking of his lover's hip before the pounding slowed to a stop. Fullness, he felt so stuffed as his legs trembled.

He felt the glide of hot hands running up and down his chest and stomach. The wetness of his spent smeared across his skin with his husband's hands and he flushed embarrassed. The dirtied fingers pressed against his mouth and he parted his lips.

The taste of his cum wasn't something he found arousing, but to be tasting his lover's long thick fingers in his mouth was. The fingers were pulled out of his wet mouth and replaced by his lover's tongue.

When they pulled apart, a trail of saliva followed and he looked dazed at his husband. A thumb swiped the saliva off his lips and Wang Li sucked it in his mouth. He felt his lover slowly pulled out of him and he whimpered from the loss of fullness, as cum slipped down out of his hole. Sighing, he felt a washcloth wiped his behind to clean him up. Wang Li kissed his butt cheeks and he smiled abashedly.

"I worked so hard to come up with this song, but you preferred… me… my voice during…"

"Yes," the Ghost King smirked and kissed his cheek.

"Do you want me to teach you? I... I mean play. Do you want me to teach you how to play?" He stuttered out the offer with a laugh as he pulled his bottoms back on.

"You want to teach me?"

"Yes, if you want and… Would you teach me how to paint?"

"Why?"

"I want to paint you."

Wang Li smiled that soft lovely smile and Ying Yue reveled in the brightness. A kiss was pressed on his lips and he leaned in with a sigh. His husband made him so happy. This, this was his Wang Li.

"Very well, my love."

==

Han Mo and Xu Ling stared at their master. Ever since the green haired man had been speaking with the red eyed demon, their master looked paler. A cough wrecked through the elder's body and they quickly went over to help him sit down. The man smiled at them and thanked them as he took out a black handkerchief with red emblem of a dog from his sleeve.

"Master, you have not been feeling well since-"

"I am fine, Xu Ling. Do not worry," their master said wiping his lips.

"You are not fine! We are not children. That demon had done something to you."

Pang Xi stared at the black cloth in his hands as a memory replayed itself.

["Pang Xi… what are you holding?"

"This is a gift," he smiled and pressed the cloth to his nose. Taking a deep breath, he sighed happily.

"It's from her."

"Yes."

"Well… I want to make you one too!" Ye Wu frowned and took a hold of his hand, "Let's make one for each other too, Ah Xi."

"Eh? Why?"

"Come on. Please?" Red eyes rounded with a pout to his lips.

"Alright… I can make one for her too."

Ye Wu mumbled under his lips as they went to the stalls to buy fabrics. When they returned to the hill, their favorite spot, they began threading an image or a name, until the sun started setting. His golden eyes saw the black cloth in his view, and he took it. He looked at the emblem and found himself smiling.

"A dog."

"Mm."

"Well, here."

Pang Xi grinned and handed one of his to his friend.

"I guess we thought the same."

"Thank you, Ah Xi," Ye Wu said softly and smiled at him with that rare gentleness.]

"Master?" Han Mo questioned and Pang Xi shook his green hair.

"Remember what I said. We all must make sacrifices to restore the balance. Ying Yue's task will be difficult, so we must all do our best to help him."

"How can you help him if you die."

"Ah Ling!"

Pang Xi shut his eyes and pushed himself to stand. He looked at his students to see the worry written on their faces. He offered a smile and went to his zither. Settling himself before it, he began playing and closed his eyes.

'Will you keep your promise to me, Ye Wu, or will you be the one to betray me this time?'

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Ying Yue and Wang Li were kneeling before the small shrine and bowed lowly as the incense burns. Once they were finished, they entered the study hand in hand. Helping Wang Li practice was… challenging. It always led to him gushing and to them kissing then…

He smiled shyly and looked over at his husband who was sitting over at the other table. The first time he tried painting, he was so embarrassed by the disproportion of the image, he wanted to rip it up. However, Wang Li had accepted it with an adoring smile and advised him to try again.

Dipping the brush in the ink, he glanced over at his lover. He felt a sense of pride at winning the most beautiful husband. Sweeping his brush and making strokes on the paper, he glanced up every so often to capture the man in red.

"Are you finished?" Deep voice, so smooth covered his skin.

"Almost, stay still," Ying Yue said with a smile.

"Alright," Wang Li sighed and continued what he was writing.

After a long moment of sweeping of brushes, the blonde finally felt ready to share his work.

"Alright!" He heard himself say getting up excitedly, "What do you think?" He asked turning to paper to show the man.

His golden eyes watched as the man in red stood up and headed over. Silver eyes held the paper and hummed.

"You've improved," Wang Li nodded turning to him.

"I know!" He laughed happily staring at the image before sighing, "Still can't catch your full beauty though."

He turned to see that soft smile on those thin lips once more, as those platinum eyes softened.

"You can continue to practice if you'd like?" He offered.

"I've already wasted so much of your time," Ying Yue shook his head.

"No time of mine is wasted when I am with you," the Ghost King stated wrapping an arm around his waist, "Anything of mine is yours."

'He truly knows how to speak,' Ying Yue's heart sighed happily.