It was not wrong to say that men were creatures of appetite. Song Pu felt that if he had reached this point, Tantai Yi’s face deserved no small share of the credit.
Whenever Tantai Yi drew close, he could catch the cool, clean fragrance that clung to him. Warmed by body heat, it drifted into his senses tinged with a faint intimacy that made his cheeks burn and his heart quicken.
And perhaps because of the powder he had taken earlier, which still seemed to be taking effect, his whole body felt unbearably warm. Even his fingertips burned, as though he might melt away at any moment.
It had only been a small amount, yet his sensitivity had increased noticeably.
In his muddled state, Song Pu wondered whether that thing could truly have such an effect.
He did not know the answer. Perhaps it was simply because, from this moment on, he had begun to enjoy kissing Tantai Yi, and so everything felt different.
When the kiss ended, Tantai Yi had only just pulled back when he dipped his head again and planted several more kisses on Song Pu’s face, making soft kissing sounds like a child.
Even so, Song Pu felt rather embarrassed. He raised a hand to block him and said, “Your Majesty, please stop kissing me. If you continue, my face will be covered in your saliva.”
Tantai Yi frowned faintly and said in a low voice, “I am not a child. How would I leave saliva on Lord Song’s face?”
With that, he removed Song Pu’s hand and proceeded to kiss his cheek several more times, then smiled with evident satisfaction. “I am showing you affection. Why are you unwilling?”
Looking at his clear and strikingly beautiful face, Song Pu leaned in and pecked him in return. “Then I shall return the favour.”
He followed up with several more kisses as if retaliating. Tantai Yi narrowed his golden eyes, clearly encouraged. “Lord Song’s lips are soft. I like them. Do it again.”
He even turned his other cheek towards him. Song Pu paused, then planted several loud kisses on that side as well.
The sound was so conspicuous that it made Tantai Yi laugh. “Lord Song kisses with such force. Anyone would think you were suckling.”
Unlike Song Pu’s embarrassment, Tantai Yi spoke such vulgarities with complete ease.
That stirred a faint unwillingness in Song Pu. He himself could tell risqué jokes without blinking, so why was he always suppressed in front of Tantai Yi?
He did not wish to admit that he still held something back. That restraint kept him from truly letting go.
He let out a breath, curved his lips as though nothing were amiss, and asked, “I have… done it today. Does Your Majesty still wish to inspect?”
Tantai Yi’s eyes flickered, a faint flush rising to his cheeks. He cleared his throat and adopted a solemn tone. “Naturally. However, I must also review memorials and attend to state affairs. Lord Madam Songst not be rash. If you pester me and something goes wrong, you will not be able to bear the consequences.”
Song Pu fell silent. He had no intention of pestering him in the first place.
“In that case, may I take my leave?” he asked.
“Did Lord Song not enjoy watching me handle affairs of state?” Tantai Yi replied. “Stay here and watch.”
Song Pu’s expression darkened slightly.
How could he possibly keep that thing in all day? Once Tantai Yi finished inspecting it, he intended to find an opportunity to remove it and pretend nothing had happened. Yet now he was being made to wait.
The feeling was far from pleasant. As he sat there, his eyes gradually reddened.
Tantai Yi claimed to be reviewing memorials, but his attention wandered repeatedly. The moment Song Pu’s eyes turned red, he noticed.
He paused, set down the memorial, and turned to look at him. “…Why are you crying?”
Song Pu glared at him with reddened eyes. “I am uncomfortable.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
Tantai Yi immediately summoned Cao Xi to fetch an imperial physician, but Song Pu hurriedly stopped him, lowering his voice. “Other than… there, where else could it be?”
Even he knew he was being unreasonable. He had deceived Tantai Yi first, and now he felt aggrieved. But if reason and emotion could align, there would be far fewer troubles in the world.
Tantai Yi narrowed his eyes. “Your rear is uncomfortable?”
The phrasing alone made Song Pu flush. He gave a small, awkward nod.
Tantai Yi fell silent for a moment, then raised a sleeve to cover his face, ensuring there was no untimely reaction before speaking calmly. “As expected. The jade insert is, after all, a foreign object. It is inconvenient to keep it inside.”
Song Pu glanced at him in surprise, unexpectedly touched. The feeling did not last long.
“I think Lord Song should stay in my chambers,” Tantai Yi continued evenly. “It will be more convenient for inspection.”
Song Pu was speechless. Some things never changed.
After a moment’s thought, he tried to struggle a little more. “Your Majesty, I was wrong to deceive you. But I had my reasons. Your Majesty knows I fear pain. Perhaps… in future…”
His cheeks flushed a soft pink, like a ripe peach. He did not realise how disarming that expression was.
Tantai Yi watched him, breath growing warmer, tone turning casual. “In future what? Why stop?”
Song Pu fidgeted before finally forcing the words out. “In future, I can… use my mouth to relieve Your Majesty. As for the jade insert, it would be better to proceed gradually. When I grow a little more and my body improves, I can serve Your Majesty better.”
By the time he finished speaking, his face had flushed a deep red, the colour spreading down his neck. His eyes lifted briefly, shimmering, before dropping again.
Tantai Yi’s gaze locked onto him.
His Lord Song was becoming more and more pitiful, and more and more adorable.
He pulled him into an embrace and kissed him forcefully, then captured his lips in a domineering kiss.
There was urgency in his movements, an unrestrained hunger that bordered on roughness. He kissed as though to take everything, leaving Song Pu breathless and pushing weakly at his chest.
By the time he let go, Song Pu’s hair was dishevelled, his clothes in disarray, his lips swollen.
“…Your Majesty, what was that…”
Tantai Yi straightened, once more composed and dignified. “Do not look at me like that. I could not help myself.”
Yet the urgency beneath his composure was impossible to conceal. Song Pu understood.
He gazed at Tantai Yi’s flawless face, so perfect it seemed unreal, a blend of beauty and strength. Such a man liked him, and tried so hard to appear restrained, though his actions betrayed him.
A strange impulse seized him.
“Does Your Majesty… wish to see?”
The moment the words left his mouth, his face burned.
Before he could take them back, Tantai Yi’s eyes lit up. “Since Lord Song is so eager, I shall set aside affairs of state and inspect.”
Song Pu felt as though he had lost his mind entirely. Then, unexpectedly, he saw blood trickling from beneath Tantai Yi’s nose.
The tension broke. He burst out laughing.
Tantai Yi covered his nose with forced composure. “It is merely lingering heat. Do not misunderstand.”
Song Pu no longer believed him. Somehow, all his embarrassment dissolved into amusement.
Trying to suppress his laughter, he asked softly, “Has Your Majesty finished inspecting? May I rise?”
Tantai Yi’s voice turned hoarse. “I have not even begun.”
Before Song Pu could react, he felt something unfamiliar.
Tantai Yi leaned close and murmured, “You deceived me, and have seen little. I have seen much. Allow me to teach you.”
Song Pu froze. “Your Majesty, stop—”
“I am already inside,” Tantai Yi replied calmly. “It would be a waste to withdraw.”
“Bloody hell…!”
Song Pu’s mind went completely blank. Tantai Yi’s fingers, much like the rest of him, were not thick but long and well-formed; yet owing to his build they were by no means slender, even somewhat thicker than Song Pu’s. And still, those very fingers slipped inside him with alarming ease.
At that moment, only one thought flashed through Song Pu’s mind: had he somehow turned into a gaping hole?
Not quite, but once Tantai Yi’s finger had gone in a short way, it met the jade insert within, already slick, warm, and softened by the surrounding flesh.
A faint curve lifted at Tantai Yi’s lips. He nipped lightly at Song Pu’s ear and said hoarsely, “So Lord Song didn’t lie this time. I can feel the jade insert.”
Song Pu buried his entire face in his arms, flushed so deeply it seemed the colour might drip from his skin. The sensation of being entered was anything but pleasant, and his voice trembled as he choked out, “Your Majesty, stop… it’s dirty there.”
“I don’t find it dirty,” Tantai Yi replied. “It’s soft, hot… and very tight.”
Even as he spoke such shameless words, he absently touched his nose in wary habit, making sure no fresh nosebleed had started, before gripping the jade insert and gently pushing it.
That single remark set Song Pu’s entire body alight. Shame seized him so thoroughly he could not speak, all his awareness drawn to the sensation behind him. The feeling of Tantai Yi’s finger moving together with the jade insert made his waist go weak, and he slumped limply into Tantai Yi’s arms.
Tantai Yi muttered, “Why is it so wet here? You haven’t… lost control, have you?”
Song Pu had his eyes squeezed shut, breath scalding, mind drowned in humiliation. He scarcely even registered what was being said.
Tantai Yi did not need an answer. With his other hand he checked the front, confirming there had been no such mishap, and realised instead that the moisture was seeping from that tender place behind. A flush spread across his fair face as he said in a low, rough voice, “It can even weep on its own…”
His own thoughts were in disarray. Beneath his robes, he was already hard, straining noticeably, a restless urge stirring to follow where his fingers had gone.
But he held back. Testing the limits, he added a second finger; that, too, was possible. Any more, however, would not do.
He felt a keen stab of regret, even irritation. Had Song Pu not deceived him earlier and begun preparing sooner, he might by now have had free rein.
Narrowing his eyes, Tantai Yi began moving the jade insert deeper, broader strokes, deliberate and skilful, clearly with a purpose. Before long, when he pressed against a certain spot, Song Pu could no longer hold back and let out a sharp, broken moan. His rounded, pale hips lifted instinctively, while his slender waist remained collapsed against the desk.
A sharp gleam flashed through Tantai Yi’s golden eyes, his lips curving. “So it’s here.”
Discarding the jade insert, he replaced it with his own fingers, working that spot in quick succession. Hearing the unrestrained, rising and falling sounds spilling from Song Pu, he grew visibly more animated.
“Does this feel good, Lord Song?” he murmured against his ear.
His fingers found that soft place again, pressing, rubbing, probing lightly, and Song Pu immediately began to tremble violently, even breaking into tears as he cried out, “No… don’t… don’t touch there… damn it, stop…”
Even as he protested, his body betrayed him, shaking uncontrollably. Tantai Yi had to steady his waist, careful not to overdo it, dividing his attention between control and restraint.
And yet he found it utterly intoxicating.
He had never seen Song Pu like this before. The way he trembled, the way he cried out, all of it was unbearably endearing.
Tantai Yi’s heart pounded like a drum, a dizzy heat rising through him as he rasped into his ear, “Does it feel good?”
But Song Pu could no longer hear him.
A flash of white burst across his mind, and a surge of overwhelming sensation swept through him, drowning out everything else.
He climaxed. Without even being touched at the front, with nothing but those two fingers… he had already come.
