Author Notes: Hello again, everyone! Enjoy the last chapter :)

- Chapter Start -

Yang WuXie lay on the bed, hands over his face, legs apart and groin exposed. He paid no mind to the careful hands wiping him clean. He couldn't believe he had gotten off just on two fingers buried inside him!

When warm hands closed around his wrists and tugged, Yang WuXie braced himself for more teasing.

"I love you," Su MengZhen said simply. "I love everything about you."

Oh.

Embarrassment gave way to tears. Yang WuXie blinked them away and sat up. Then he realised they were still half dressed - robes unbelted and in Su MengZhen's case, trousers tented.

"I can take care of that if you like," Yang WuXie offered.

"I'd love it," Su MengZhen assured him and got off the bed to strip. Yang WuXie did the same and removed both their hairpins, unable to resist running his fingers through Su MengZhen's hair again. By the time he carefully laid both hairpins on the small bedside table, Su MengZhen was already stretched out on his side and facing him, comfortable in his nudity.

"Let me oil my hands first," Yang WuXie said only to have Su MengZhen look disconcerted. "Wouldn't that feel better?"

"Are you planning to insert your fingers like I did?"

"I - of course not! Unless you want me to?" Yang WuXie didn't know if he wanted to do that though.

"I'm not sure."

The sight of Su MengZhen looking so uncertain was a rare one and Yang WuXie's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Well, let me know what you decide," he finally said. He poured a few drops of oil onto his palms and rubbed them together.

Su MengZhen didn't say anything except to utter a muted groan when Yang WuXie started fisting his hard flesh with both hands.

"I should, shouldn't I?"

Yang WuXie paused.

"You should what?"

"Let you use your fingers on me. In me."

"What? Why?"

Rising up on his elbows, Su MengZhen gave a shrug and a self deprecating smile.

"Because you looked like you enjoyed it very much."

Yang WuXie scowled and wondered if he would ever stop blushing. Probably not in this lifetime with Su MengZhen as his husband.

"Of course I did," he said crossly. "I made a mess, didn't I?"

"You most certainly did!" Su MengZhen assured him with a delighted grin. "Well then, I don't mind-"

"I do!" Yang WuXie cut him off and huffed. "A-Zhen, I need to get used to touching you. I haven't even touched myself there except to clean up!"

Su MengZhen's rich chuckle turned into a quiet moan when Yang WuXie resumed fisting him slowly.

"It feels good," Su MengZhen praised, eyes fluttering shut. "It's going to feel even better when we finally go all the way."

Yang WuXie stopped at once.

"A-Xie!" Su MengZhen protested, eyes flying open at once.

Yang WuXie looked down, absently brushing his thumb over the engorged head, hearing Su MengZhen's sharp inhale and seeing the tremor in those muscled thighs.

"Shall we do that? Tonight?" He asked in a low voice. His heart was pounding inside his chest.

Su MengZhen sat up at once.

"I wouldn't say no, but there's no rush," he said slowly. "You know I don't mind waiting until you're ready."

Yang WuXie sat back on his heels.

"I know. You've never rushed me on anything," he said as his heart beat even faster. "But I've changed my mind. I want to try that."

"You mean... having my sword in your scabbard?"

Yang WuXie grimaced and resisted the urge to facepalm.

"Yes. Having you inside me," he managed and felt his face burn anew.

"Are you sure?" Su MengZhen asked without blinking.

"Yes," Yang WuXie replied and nodded for good measure. He had never thought that having Su MengZhen's fingers inside him would feel pleasurable, but was proven wrong. It stood to reason then that having another part of Su MengZhen inside him would feel even better.

Right?

"Come sit here," Su MengZhen said and patted his thigh.

Yang WuXie glanced at the impressive manhood lying against that toned stomach and gulped.

"A-Xie?" Su MengZhen looked concerned. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," Yang WuXie said and prayed he wouldn't ask anymore. This was already embarrassing enough!

"Should I... open you up a bit more first?"

"No!" Yang WuXie's blush flared up again. "No it's fine. You already used two fingers earlier."

"I'm bigger than two fingers." Su MengZhen laid both his index and middle fingers beside his erection as comparison. "See?"

"Yes, yes, I can see!" Yang WuXie told himself it was too late to change his mind.

"Well then, come here." With an impressive show of strength, Su MengZhen grabbed his husband's waist and half lifted, half pulled him to sit across his lap.

"A-Zhen!" Yang WuXie grabbed at his shoulders for balance.

"We'll need more oil." Su MengZhen reached out to snag the bottle on the beside table. He poured out some oil and coated his length before sliding his slicked palms under Yang WuXie's buttocks, fingers splaying wide.

"Ahh!" Yang WuXie tightened his grip on Su MengZhen's shoulders as he was bodily lifted, his fingers also slippery from the oil.

"You'll have to hold me upright," Su MengZhen told him teasingly, eyes alight with anticipation.

Yang WuXie huffed as he groped between his thighs, getting a 'Gently, A-Xie!' when he found what he was looking for.

- o -

In the end, receiving one's 'sword' in one's 'scabbard' wasn't quite the terrifying act Yang WuXie believed it to be. It did hurt a bit since Su MengZhen was significantly larger than two fingers - Yang WuXie took note that more stretching was needed for future activities - but it was partly mitigated by his husband's sweet smiles and patience.

Su MengZhen also proved he had excellent control over his body as he held Yang WuXie steady and allowed him to sink down at his own pace. The tiny tremors in his muscles at being sheathed at such an exquisitely slow pace was evident, but his resolve never wavered.

Holding Su MengZhen's concerned gaze, Yang WuXie sank lower and lower, breathing in careful and shallow pants until he was finally seated on Su MengZhen's lap once more, to both their relief.

"A-Xie, how do you feel? Does it hurt?" Su MengZhen asked, his smile a little on the pained side.

"Full," Yang WuXie said and he meant it. "I feel like I'm about to burst."

Su MengZhen's smile widened.

"You're so tight and hot, I don't think I'll be able to hold out."

Yang WuXie blushed for the - well, he had lost count of that. Raising himself, he pushed down again, pulling a groan from both of them.

"Again," Su MengZhen urged.

Yang WuXie complied.

"Does it feel good for you too?"

"I'm fine, I already came earlier," Yang WuXie reminded him. He was growing hard again, but it was mostly because of how intimately they were joined and not because it felt all that wonderful. That wasn't important. This one was for Su MengZhen.

"I want you to come with me," Su MengZhen said.

"If I do, I won't be able to walk tomorrow," Yang WuXie retorted.

"Then the two of us will stay in bed the whole day," Su MengZhen suggested.

Yang WuXie imagined the sort of gossip that would cause and shuddered.

"Here, lean forward a bit." A hand slid up his back and pressed encouragingly.

As soon as Yang WuXie obeyed, Su MengZhen grabbed his waist, lifted him up and thrust. Yang WuXie gasped when that same spot inside him was rubbed.

"Ahh... there..."

"Right." Su MengZhen smiled and set to work, keeping Yang WuXie suspended above him as he snapped his hips up again and again, nailing that same spot each time.

Uttering a groan, Yang WuXie buried his face in Su MengZhen's hair as his body tightened once again. It was a tossup as to who would fall first. It turned out to be Su MengZhen who had been riding the edge of release for a while, held only at bay with iron control.

"A-Xie!" He shouted and hugged Yang WuXie close as he released deep inside him.

"A-Zhen..." Yang WuXie followed, unable to withstand the sweet and unrelenting assault on that spot inside him.

They collapsed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. The next few minutes were spent catching their breaths and trailing loving hands over sweaty skin as their bodies cooled down.

Eventually, Yang WuXie yawned and shifted, making a face as their bodies parted with a squelchy sound.

"I'll clean us up," Su MengZhen said as he sat up. "But first, how do you feel?"

"Not too bad," Yang WuXie assured him. There was notable ache between his legs, but it was... bearable. He didn't like the feel of something leaking out though.

With a quick kiss to his lips, Su MengZhen got out of bed and went to squeeze out a clean washcloth in warm water. Again, he carefully cleaned Yang WuXie first before attending to his own body.

A yawning Yang WuXie found himself pulled into a warm embrace.

"So, are you alright with being my scab-"

Yang WuXie elbowed Su MengZhen in the ribs.

"... with sex?"

"Yes." Yang WuXie was very glad to be facing away from him. "But not every night. It's exhausting!"

"You need to eat more then to keep up your strength." Su MengZhen's body trembled with suppressed laughter.

"That isn't the answer and you know," Yang WuXie retorted. "We're not at the age where every night is possible."

"I know," Su MengZhen pressed more kisses to his hair. "In that case I'm glad we can still enjoy ourselves."

"Agreed, now go to sleep."

"Goodnight, A-Xie."

"Goodnight, A-Zhen."

"I can't wait for our other friends to see my red hairpin tomorrow!"

"Goodnight, A-Zhen."

- Story End -

A/N: ... and they lived happily ever after! Thank you for reading and please leave a comment if you enjoyed it :)