Pour vivre nos promesses (2/2)

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Yifan cannot believe it himself but here he is coming out of his bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist to walk into his wardrobe where his clothes for tonight’s festivities are awaiting him. Just last year he is reluctant to mingle even with his close relatives but now he is more than willing to have a ball in honour of his birthday, welcoming guests even from the neighboring kingdoms.

It was Lu Han who had suggested it, after seeing just how much his younger brother had progressed. The older prince sending a wide smile of gratitude towards Yixing who seems to be attached to the second prince by the hip with how much Yifan wants the hybrid to be by his side all the time; Yixing isn’t complaining anyway, always willing to have his body share the heat from the other in every possible way. When the elder told him about how he wanted to have this huge party for Yifan especially since he didn’t have one when he turned twenty-five, the second prince didn’t think so much about it, only asking his brother if he can invite the people from town. When the heir gave him an affirmative, there was only a brief moment of silence, a look towards Yixing who squeezed his hand then he’s nodding and telling his brother that everything should run through his and the hybrid’s approval.

“I don’t want it to be too extravagant.” He remembers himself saying as he walks further into the wardrobe, his top and jacket placed on a mannequin while his leather pants are hanging beside it, his shoes just right below it ready for him to slip his feet in. The design of the hussar-inspired jacket is something that Yifan himself made with Yixing and asked the tailor to produce. The jacket itself is plain black, the braids that run on the chest and the sleeves of it are done with golden threads, the cuffs and shoulders have detailed Chinese needlework of the same colour that draws people’s attention towards them. He has never tried it on before as the jacket arrived not two days ago and he has been busy with Yixing in the hybrid center where they recently had education integrated into the daily training of the hybrids. It is another accomplishment that he shares with the fox and he thinks nothing is more important than it that he has neglected trying his clothes on.

Now he’s standing in front of the jacket with his top and pants already worn, his eyebrows furrowing in worry that the coat will not fit him well or that Yixing will end up not liking it on him. He breathes in deeply and finally removes the jacket where it’s been hanging over the mannequin’s shoulders for the last two days. The second prince likes how it looks and is happy with the design but he is never one to be so sure about himself, adjusting the jacket over himself as he looks into the mirror. When he’s gotten a good look of himself, he doesn’t think it’s bad. Hoping a little accessorizing will help, he moves to where the trinkets in gold and black are waiting for him. When he finally slips his shoes on, he gives himself another once over before a knock on the door and a call of his name tells him that the party has begun.

His thoughts are then filled with Yixing, not knowing what the hybrid will be wearing has his excitement going through the roof as he combs his hair one last time, the short strands now black as he had been too busy to dye it blond again. When he walks out, he hears some of the maidservants gasp before bowing and telling him that the hybrid is waiting to be picked up by him. The prince thanks them for the information before turning left to where the hybrid’s room is, his anticipation to be with the other overcoming the little nervousness he is feeling for the upcoming ball.

Taking the final steps, he stands in front of the younger’s room and knocks. With a clear voice he calls out to the other, “Love, I’m here.”

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Dressing by himself is an impossible feat for Yixing. Looking at the amount of clothes he has to wear alone-one on top of the other-already has the hybrid creasing his brows, creating an unpleasant look on his face. Thankfully, his maidservants are always there to help him out, already waiting for him once he is done with his bath, not blushing anymore like they did before when they first saw the hybrid’s porcelain-like skin. His clothes are a huge contrast to Yifan’s who went for a more modern ensemble. Layers of cloth are laid out on his bed, thin and thick, some plain, some with simple designs that he had chosen himself. Unlike Yifan, the hybrid has had the chance to try the fit of his clothes, making sure that no layer is loose if it doesn’t need to be. However, he has not tried them all at the same time when they were already complete as he was busy with helping the prince with his projects.

Once he has dried himself thoroughly he nodded towards the servants who have taken the assigned clothing into their hands, making sure no part gets crumpled or creased. One by one the fabrics are wrapped around his body, feeling soft against his skin as they cover him one after another. The last layer is thick enough to keep him warm against the cold breeze of the November night but he knows once they reach the hall he will have to shed it to show off his robes. As soon as the garments are all worn by Yixing already, the maidservants ask him to sit in front of the vanity. One of them comes with his shoes, asking the hybrid to place his feet into them. The pair conforms around his skin in a comfortable fit when he steps into them. The other two focus on the fox’s hair, combing the long white hair that Yifan has asked not to be cut due to the softness of the other’s fur. They braid the hybrid’s mane, not making it tight to complement with Yixing’s clothing.

After they are done straightening the white-haired male’s clothes and tying the long braid at the end with a peach-coloured ribbon, they fall back and allow the fox to view himself on the mirror. Yixing stands up and walks in front of the full-body mirror to get a good look of himself and his clothing. A smile blooms across his face when he sees himself, ears perking up before looking at the maidservants who return his smiles with excited giggles. His hand caresses the fabric of the cloak that’s keeping him extra warm, smiling at his choice of mint colour and the flower and bird designs on the back. He undoes the fastening by his neck then he lowers the cloak to reveal the sheets of his robes, the chiffon outer layer in cream has long flowy sleeves and is held together by a thick silk in royal blue that’s tied by his back just above his tail where the cloth has a slit to allow the appendage to move freely. Beneath it is a two-piece made to adapt to Yixing’s body; the top is in peach and is shaped like a tank top with flowers embroidered on it while the bottom is in a darker shade of emerald long enough to pool by the hybrid’s ankles. The long skirt has an opening just centimeters from its top hem at the back where the other’s tail slipped through, the extremity swishing in glee and moving the end of his braid from one side to the other. A knock at the door pulls him back from observing his clothes as he twirls around, the voice from the other side has his heart fluttering, ears pricking up and eyes widening at the words: “Love, I’m here.”

The maidservants excuse themselves and wish that Yixing will enjoy the party, bowing to Yifan as they leave the hybrid’s room. The fox looks at himself on the mirror once more, biting his bottom lip and hoping the prince will like his chosen outfit for his beloved’s special day. He inhales sharply before finally opening the door, finding the elder checking his hair on one of the mirrors flanking the door to the hybrid’s room.

The fox’s tail swishes sultrily behind him, his eyes sharpening at the sight of his beloved, unintentionally the hybrid lets out a guttural sound, something that Yifan associates to Yixing being aroused. The elder can’t say he isn’t the same, mouth salivating at the sight of the other’s collarbones poorly hidden beneath the chiffon cloth wrapped around the younger’s body; the prince reckons if he had a tail he’d be wagging it vigorously because of how the fox looks like, a feeling that the younger effortlessly pulls from the prince. Yixing bows slightly and waits for the other to take the final steps towards him, eyes fluttering shut at the elder’s touch, rubbing his cheek on Yifan’s palm and humming at the warmth. The prince preens, smiling widely at the fact that only he can pluck such a reaction from the hybrid. At the same time another sensation pools at the pits of their stomachs, pulling them towards each other like magnets, their lips connecting the moment they are close enough to do so. Yifan’s hand unconsciously goes down to cup Yixing’s ass and the fox moans against the prince’s lips when the elder squeezes his behind. If not for the guard clearing his throat and informing them that he is there to fetch them, they are both sure that they would have skipped the party altogether and had their own inside the hybrid’s room instead.

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The announcement of the prince’s arrival has everybody turning towards the huge double doors that is slowly opened to reveal Yifan with Yixing on his side. The fox was never one to shy away from people but with so much attention drawn towards them he can’t help but feel a bit agitated. When he looks up though, all of that goes down the drain. Yifan is stuck to the ground with his hand gripping the hybrid’s so tight the younger lets out a little yelp. The sound seems to have woken the prince from his stupor, immediately apologizing to his beloved who only looked at him and smiled. Yixing places his hand on the elder’s cheek and says, “This is all for you, love. No need to be afraid. I’m here.” The fox squeezes Yifan’s hand with the one that is linked with the elder’s as the other has his thumb brushing against the apple of the other’s cheek. With a nod the prince pulls away and faces the party goers, looking towards Yixing one more time before finally striding into the ballroom. Then all eyes fall to the couple slowly entering the room. The lights are bright and warm, the music is slow and it makes the two feel like they are walking down the aisle to their marriage and not to Yifan’s birthday party.

They greet the King and Queen first and then Lu Han. The heir beams when he sees the couple walking towards them, his arm wrapped around his own partner, Minseok. The ocelot hybrid who just arrived to the palace two months prior to Yifan’s birthday is still feeling a bit out of place but his face lights up when he sees Yixing. The fox has given himself the duty to make the wild cat hybrid feel welcome in his new residence, especially with Lu Han being a busy person and only able to be with Minseok when he comes home or has no work to tend to which is rare. His irises are in slits and almost disappear in the sea of cadmium yellow, his whiskers white, long and frame his lips that curl on the edges when the couple comes to a stop in front of them. The cat’s ears stand up above his golden and misted yellow hair, the print on the backs of them always mesmerizes Lu Han that the heir reaches up to scratch them every time he sees them. His tail that was formerly wrapped around his leg is now happily wagging behind him as he gives Yixing a hug, praising the fox for his choice of clothing and how it fits him so well. They easily fall into a pleasant conversation with Yifan’s arm around the fox while he talks to his brother, thanking him for organizing almost everything for the ball.

The group is interrupted when royalties from neighboring kingdoms tap the second prince to give him their greetings. One of them seems to be eyeing the fox clinging around his arm; eyes intense as they land on the hybrid and the skin teasingly covered by the sheer fabric of his clothing. Yifan knows the younger can sense the hunger in the royalty’s stare, feeling Yixing’s body tense beside him, a trembling tail curling around his leg when the man moves forward to introduce himself and offer a hand to the hybrid after shaking the prince’s large one. The fox, out of manners, accepts it, eyes widening when the man lifts his hand and kisses the back of it. The younger looks towards Yifan as he tries to pry his hand away from the man, the prince interfering when the other man doesn’t let go of Yixing’s hand quickly. Needless to say, the fox sticks to his partner’s side throughout the night, hand tightening around the prince’s arm and tail clutching at the elder’s legs whenever he feels the other man’s gaze following him. Yifan tries his best to throw daggers to the man with his eyes, hand squeezing his beloved’s side as if to show the other that Yixing belongs to him. The man just smirks in response to their display of affection, making the prince growl and almost jump the man. If not for the hand keeping him where he is, he would have already thrown a punch at the other for openly making the fox uneasy. Thankfully, the man is far from where they are once they have decided to sit and rest from all the introductions and exchanges with their invited guests.

In the middle of the celebration, Yifan is asked to take the stage to address the guests. The prince is a bit reluctant to leave Yixing behind but his brother and Minseok promised to look after him while the celebrant is away. The elder finally walks towards the dais when the younger encourages him to just get it done and over with. He opens with a greeting before thanking everyone for taking the time to travel to their land to spend the special day with the prince. Before he ends his speech however, his eyes land on Yixing, the hybrid smiling towards him and urging him to continue so he does. The prince takes the wireless microphone with him and steps down to walk towards the fox. The younger tilts his head to the side and the taller male wants to coo but he suppresses the sound from coming out of his lips. Once he’s close enough to the hybrid, he starts talking again, his nervousness palpable through the quiver in his voice.

“If there is someone I would like to thank most for this night, it would be Yixing.” The hybrid looks at the prince’s hand, only taking it when Lu Han and Minseok push him to do so. He stands up and looks at the taller male with the same admiration in his eyes as the first time they met. Yifan’s next words are then directed to the fox, his tail nervously moving behind him for the impromptu inclusion in the royal’s speech-something he wasn’t aware of. The younger looks around him to see how the others are reacting, finding curious eyes directed at them as the royal continues. “Yixing, if not for you, there are a lot of things that I would not have been able to experience, people I would not have been able to meet.” The prince looks to where the teachers and doctors they have become close with are seated just a few tables away from theirs. “I would not have been able to fall in love without worrying.”

And then Yixing’s eyes widen when he sees the prince fall to the ground in a half-kneel position, hand flawlessly moving into the pocket of his jacket, the golden threads glinting as the light hits them. The fox’s free hand flies to cover his mouth when he sees the elder produce a small red velvety box. Yifan presses the front of the jewelry box to open it and reveal a ring cushioned between white satin. The thin gold strands are twisted and knotted around each other to form a solid circular object that is littered with small diamonds.

“Will you be willing to stay with me? Teach me more, experience more with me and share the bountiful love you have with me?” Yifan keeps his eyes in contact with Yixing’s blurry ones, tears spilling from them and rolling down the younger’s cheeks, hoping the smaller one’s crying is a good thing. The elder knows that even with the hybrid being gifted to him means that he is already bound to Yifan, he wants the smaller one to have a choice as well; for their love to bind them not just some signed documents of proof of purchase.

No words come out of the fox’s mouth, unable to articulate anything because of the feelings overwhelming him, his response just a continuous nodding. He then cups the elder’s face before leaning down to kiss him, hoping his actions are enough to answer his beloved’s questions. The hall roars with applause and cheers as the couple kiss, the sound growing louder when Yifan finally wears the ring on Yixing’s left ring finger, the accessory securing their place in the other’s heart. The prince pulls his fiancé by the waist to kiss him once more when he sees how perfect the ring fits Yixing, the confessions that leave the elder’s mouth between each exchange only makes the smaller one pull his lover closer to him to seal their lips again. The fox hopes to convey his answer to it with the eager glide of his lips with Yifan’s. “I love you. I love you, Yixing. I love you.”

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Yellow, orange and red fill the floor of the garden, piles of leaves left there for the time being because everyone in the palace has been occupied with the preparations for the second prince’s birthday. Yixing doesn’t mind, palm on the window as his eyes scan the trees with their leaves fallen to the ground, making them bare and vulnerable. His eyes are then caught by something glimmering below then he’s reminded of the ring around his finger, the design deeply contrasting with the clothes he is wearing. He has shed the heavy mint-coloured cloak right when he entered Yifan’s bedroom, with Yixing’s body temperature able to make him withstand the cold and the heater already turned on, he doesn’t see the need for it anymore. So he stands in front of the windows with his back to the door while he observes the plants that have withered with the season, eyes darting down to where his fingers are fiddling with the gold accessory, pads following the grooves and the spots of diamonds. There is something that he needs to tell Yifan, he has been meaning to tell the elder since the day before but his mind keeps forgetting because of the information overload it has been undergoing. But tonight, Yixing promises himself, as he waits for the arrival of his prince, he will have to tell him, the amount of kisses will only make him remember.

The fox is so caught up with his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the door opening and closing despite his sharp hearing. Yifan having returned from sending the remaining guests off, catches sight of his beloved standing by the window. The moonlight is the only thing illuminating the room, creating a halo around the hybrid’s body, making him more ethereal than he already is. The long flowy sleeves of the chiffon fabric that covers his body almost touch the ground even with his hands held up close to his face. His long white hair that Yifan knows is soft to the touch almost glows with the way the light of the moon hits the braided mane. The prince knows even without looking, that the smaller one has a smile drawn on his lips, a content one, not enough to cause the indentation on his right cheek to appear, just enough to tease it to the surface. At that moment Yifan feels blessed that he can call Yixing his, that the fox belongs to him in more ways than just ownership. He also feels heat claiming his body and he is sure it isn’t because of the temperature in the room but because of how the younger makes him feel. With light footsteps the royal makes his way to the hybrid, removing his heavy jacket and tossing it to one of the chairs before reaching his beloved.

A small squeak leaves Yixing’s lips when he feels arms wrap around his waist, another body heat warming his back further. The lips that latch on his neck stirs the dormant arousal in the pit of his stomach. Yifan’s voice over his small moans only drives the hybrid crazier, always in love with how deep and unfailingly sexy his fiancé’s voice is.

“Sorry I made you wait,” the elder whispers into the fox’s ear, preening when he hears the other moan with the simple action. He lowers his head back to the younger’s neck, tongue darting out to lick up and down the pale column as his hands move to caress Yixing’s sides. Yifan can feel the fox’s tail moving up and down his inner thigh as well, pulling out the arousal in him, the tip of the younger’s tail grazing the front of his trousers every now and then, teasing and driving him mad. Deeming it unfair that only he gets the treatment, he lowers his hand down, skittering from where the other’s crotch is to the other’s inner thigh. He silently curses the thick fabric of the fox’s skirt that is in the way for some skin to skin contact. The internal swears soon disappear however, because the younger rewards him with louder moans when his thumb unconsciously reaches the junction where the other’s thigh and groin meet. The prince can feel Yixing’s hand on his head, fingers pulling and pushing, massaging the elder’s scalp in encouragement as Yifan sucks a bruise on his neck, marking him for everyone to see. The thought does nothing but make the fox stretch out his neck and push the royal down to litter his flesh with bold colours of his love.

Yifan nips at the younger’s throat while his hands squeeze the fox’s waist and inner thigh, holding the other close to him as he feels the hybrid growing weak under his ministrations. Using his tongue, the prince traces the other’s adam’s apple and the curve of his chin before finally capturing Yixing’s lips. The younger lets out a contented sigh as their mouths mold and move in unison, gliding with the other’s, teeth nibbling when they can, tongue darting out to soothe the bruised flesh before delving into the warm and wet cavern of the other’s mouth. With skillful hands Yifan reaches for the silky tie around his fiancé’s waist, pulling at it to loosen the chiffon robe covering the other. The prince lets the fabric hang over the fox’s elbows as his mouth moves to pepper kisses and hickeys on the hybrid’s exposed skin. Yixing’s knees start to tremble as the elder’s other hand that was formerly on his thigh moves to the middle of his ears, scratching to make the other purr with want while his lips adorn the smaller one’s body with purple and red. The taller male seems to take pity in his beloved and his own growing erection, because the fox’s tail has moved to focus solely on the clothed stiffness, that he abruptly turns the younger around before pushing him against the window. Yifan slides a thigh between his fiancé’s legs, pulling a keen out of the smaller one when it comes into contact with his half-hard cock, trapped beneath layers of clothing.

As much as Yifan adores how the fabrics and their colours bring out Yixing’s beauty even further, all he wants to do right now is to get rid of them, every piece of the elaborate ensemble thrown to the ground so that the moonlight can play shadows on the fox’s pale skin. The prince untangles the ties that hold the other’s clothing together, growling when they don’t loosen quick enough.

“I can see so much already.” Yifan nips at the other’s collarbones. “How come I can’t touch them yet?” He almost rips the top half of the younger’s garments when the ties on Yixing’s back take too long to be removed. Once he feels the clothing loose around his torso, the fox places his arms before him and Yifan takes it as his cue to slide the other’s top down the lean arms. A deep rumble vibrates throughout the taller male’s chest when he sees the fox’s pale skin stretch over the planes of his pectorals and abdominals, taut over lean muscles that create small curvatures over the hybrid’s body. The prince presses his body against the smaller one again, lips crashing with the soft, plump ones below him as his hands roam freely over Yixing’s heated skin. The endings of the fox’s trimmed white fur tickling the palms of the royal’s hand as they make their way to the hybrid’s chest. He kneads the other’s pectorals before his thumbs settle over each nipple, pressing and rubbing to extract moans out of the younger which the royal immediately swallows. His tongue curls around Yixing’s, licking out more of the pleasured noise as his fingers pinch and twist the hardening nubs between his fingers. When he releases the fox’s lips, the smaller one’s head lolls back exposing his neck which the prince abuses. Yifan leaves as much hickeys as he can on the expanse of the hybrid’s neck and shoulders, burying his nose at the crook of Yixing’s neck before deeply inhaling the other’s scent and drowning in it. The royal lowers his head, the tip of his nose grazing the other’s skin and lips trailing kisses down until he reaches the smaller one’s collarbones. Yifan licks the prominent feature, nibbling at the skin stretched above them before his focus is trained to the younger’s left chest, tongue darting out to poke the erect flesh while his fingers pinch it.

Yixing’s fingernail claw at the prince’s arm and shoulder as Yifan’s tongue swirls at the areola before lapping at the perky nipple. The fox breathes out heavily with his mouth, a moan coming out along with it when the royal sucks the nipple into his mouth before lightly biting onto it, teeth nibbling at it to pull more keens from the younger. Fingers push the elder’s head towards the right side, coaxing him to give the other nipple the same treatment with his mouth. He doesn’t deny the fox’s silent request, lathering the pinkish bud with his saliva before suctioning it into his mouth. Yifan groans when he feels the younger arch his back, pressing his chest against the prince’s mouth. The prince flattens his tongue, allowing his saliva to bathe the nipple wet to make the bud glisten because of it. When he makes eye contact with the fox’s half-lidded ones, he devours the erect nub into his mouth again, one hand travelling down the tie that holds Yixing’s skirt around his waist. His fingertips bristle against the fur of the fox’s tail as he removes the tie running over it and the sound that the fox produces is primal and erotic, sending spikes of pleasure straight to the royal’s groin.

With a final tug to the tie, Yixing's skirt slowly falls to the ground along with Yifan. The prince follows the line from the fox's sternum to the middle of his abdominals with his tongue, leaving a few pecks here and there, a few hickeys where he deems it fit, thinking it would look great even under the morning light the next day when the hybrid wakes up naked beside him. As before, the younger moves parts of his body that is being loved by the lips of his fiancé towards the prince, even going as far as presenting areas he wants those lips to touch as well. The royal does as is requested by the other, making sure every inch of his body is worshipped the way it should be, licking and sucking his way down to where Yixing is waiting to be loved.

The skirt pools around the fox's ankles when the elder is finally kneeling in front of him, much like how Yifan did when he proposed to the hybrid hours ago. But this time the intention behind the prince's position is different, eyes swirling with lust sprinkled with love as his hands caress up the younger's legs, squeezing the soft flesh behind the fox's knees before continuing higher up to the back of the other's thighs. The royal's fingers tease the line where the swell of Yixing's ass starts to curve, the tips of his thumbs slipping beneath the fox's black briefs. The hybrid doesn't even bother covering the outline of his erection on the front where, before, his hands would immediately shield the stiffness straining against his underpants from the eyes of his lover. His previous heats seem to have helped him become loose, showing his animalistic side more even without having to be in the period of the year. Yifan made sure that it was okay if he presents himself as needy because it's not something he can help, it's how he was born and the prince is welcoming that, every little thing about him. However, the taller male didn't think that his encouragement of the smaller one's instinctual behavior would have side effects like his erection becoming tighter in his pants or his body becoming feverish, hotter than it should normally be. Yixing's fingers digging crescents on his shoulders as the younger presents himself to the prince has the royal salivating, dick twitching at how needy the fox is looking at him, asking to be eaten slowly and licked clean. And Yifan is more than willing to do everything at whatever pace the hybrid wants.

The prince rubs his cheek against the outline of Yixing's manhood, feeling a wet patch where the tip of the younger's cock is. He pokes his tongue out to lick at it, the little bit of saltiness that he draws from it sticks to his tongue even as he moves the appendage to the rest of the length, mouthing at the shaft while his hands knead the hybrid's perky behind. Yifan's hands slip into the fabric of Yixing's briefs to make direct contact with the other's ass, feeling the supple skin against his palm pushes him to lift the hem of the undergarment until a good portion of the fox's behind is exposed. His hands start lightly tapping the rotund globes, gradually becoming harder slaps until he can feel the skin turn warm, his hands stopping to massage the abused skin. The younger whines when he stops though, wanting to be roughly treated from time to time but before Yifan continues, he abruptly yanks the fox's briefs down. The prince licks his lips when he sees Yixing's cock spring up from where they have been hidden, leaking and begging for attention.

There is fire in Yifan's eyes as he nibbles the fox's inner thigh that it makes the hybrid wonder if the prince himself is not a half-animal like him, a question that always crosses his mind whenever he makes love with the elder. However, the thought is nothing but fleeting, instantly disappearing when the taller male's tongue comes in contact with the younger's scrotum, laving the sacs until they are soaked with his saliva before following the engorged vein located at the underside of Yixing's cock. The moans coming out of the fox as the royal lathers the whole length with his spittle invigorates the taller male, his tongue working over time and giving special attention to the head of the younger's member. The prince himself can feel his cock growing hotter and heavier in his pants, the tightness of the leather unhelpful at the moment when they worked to elongate his legs even further earlier is useless now that his penis just wants to breathe. Before he decides to swallow the fox's length into his mouth, the elder pulls away only to get rid of his shirt in hopes of decreasing the heat he is experiencing, even though he knows it will do nothing to help. He doesn't prolong his next move, grabbing the hybrid's cock by the base before guiding the rest of the length into his mouth.

Yixing lets out a hiss as his shaft disappears inch by inch into the wet cavity, fingers twisting the elder's short hair as the prince slowly reaches the base, his nose buried into white tufts of hair that are still surprisingly soft. Yifan stays there with the tip of the younger's cock rubbing against the back of his throat to get used to it, tears pricking his eyes as he fights against his gag reflex. The hand massaging his nape and scalp encourage him, the words of praise and gratitude coming from Yixing urges him to be worthy of such words, pulling away halfway through the shaft before engulfing them with his mouth again. The fox watches with gelid legs how the prince's head bobs up and down his length, the heated flesh looking angry red and glistening even more every time he catches a glimpse of it. At one point, he feels the elder's hands squeeze his ass cheeks, the sensation only intensifying when Yifan spreads them apart and grazes his long fingers on the neglected skin between the soft globes. The moan that escapes his lips is one of appreciation when the prince finally allows a finger to touch the wrinkly skin of his entrance. This sound becomes more high-pitched and louder when he feels the elder hum and groan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, making him visibly shudder as he feels fluids leak out of his entrance and down his inner thighs due to the intense arousal.

The prince seems to have felt the fluid escape as well with his finger just right by the fox's opening, letting out a deep groan when he smells the sickeningly sweet scent of it. Unable to control himself from getting a taste of the sweet treat, he releases the younger's cock. Yixing whines at the loss of warmth around his erection but meekly follows the elder's instructions to turn around, something he can't concede to especially when the prince's voice has a gravelly texture reminding him of the taller male sucking him off just mere seconds ago. The least he can do after being given such treatment is to follow the other's commands. The hybrid peeks behind him, arms on the cold glass and palms flat against it. He bites his bottom lip as he watches Yifan harshly and hastily remove the belt around his tight pants, the belt loops almost ripped off where they've been sewn with the force. The accessory lands on the floor with a thud as the prince works to get himself out of the leather wrapped around his legs. It was a bit of a struggle at first, the royal groaning while he's removing his trousers and briefs at the same time, the fabric brushing against the erection trapped beneath it. But soon the prince is also naked, the black leather joining the younger's robes on the ground. The royal catches Yixing's gaze before the smaller one manages to look away, pressing his body, his erection, against the fox before teasing him for stealing glances of his body.

"Is this what you were looking at, love?" Yifan's tongue swirls at the crook of the younger's neck after saying those words, squeezing his hard member in between the fox's ass cheeks, the hybrid's tail caresses his chest as it stands in approval of the prince's actions. "Is this what you want to have, hmm?" Yixing thinks his question is superfluous especially when the fox is obviously pushing his ass out to press against the elder's length, moving his rear up and down so as to feel the heat rub against his skin, knowing how it will feel infinite times hotter and better if it's sliding against his walls instead. Yifan growls, showing his appreciation for the younger's actions by kissing the fox, the smaller's neck craned to reach the prince's lips without trouble while one of his hands cradle the taller male's head. The royal also allows his hands to roam all over Yixing's body again, their destinations being the most erogenous areas, one hand rubbing and twisting the erect buds on the fox's chest while the other strokes the hybrid's shaft, his palm sliding smoothly over the saliva slicked length. Soon after, he parts from the kiss, his lips following down the curve of the younger's spine until he is able to suck a bruise on the fox's ass. Once again, he kneels but this time behind Yixing, his eyes directly in front of the hybrid's butt. The prince’s gaze travels up to where the fox’s tail is swishing anticipatingly, enticing Yifan to make a move. The royal pulls the smaller one’s legs closer to him before spreading them apart, pushing the younger down slowly until he can see the puckered hole, leaking with slick. With three of his fingers he taps the opening, smirking when he sees the younger jerk forward and moan. The taller male gathers a bit of the fluid with them before running his fingers up the crack of the fox’s ass, stopping just mere centimeters away from the base of the younger’s tail. Yifan pushes his head forward, hot breath mingling with the scent coming from the smaller one. The smell is so enticing, his tongue works in its own accord, darting out to get a taste before following the same line he has created up to the other’s tail. He lightly bites at the base of the appendage making Yixing whimper and push his ass out further, grinding down to have the elder’s face down his tail. Yifan chuckles lightly at how the other is presenting himself, uncaring and baring everything, making sure there is no stone unturned, no part of him hidden. The prince acquiesces and uses one of his hands to stroke down the younger’s furry extremity, giving more attention to the base as his mouth paints the fox’s ass cheeks red, his tongue soothing each bruise after they are created. Satisfied with his art and urged by the hybrid’s pleasured sounds, Yifan moves to the younger’s opening.

“You’re leaking this much already?” The prince’s nose pokes the fox’s hole, directly inhaling the scent of the hybrid. “I thought your heat is over.” The taller male licks the fluid dripping down Yixing’s inner thigh up until he reaches the smaller’s perineum, slurping on the fluid that has collected there. Incapable of thinking of any retort, the fox just lowers his hips, directing the elder where he wants him as a low moan comes out of his mouth.

The first lick produces a breathy moan, the second a more solid one and the third a keen as one of the elder’s hands tighten around the base of his tail, while the other does the same at the base of his cock. Yixing loses control of himself, forgets where he is and that he is exposed to the outside world, naked as he stands in front of the window facing the garden. But the way the elder’s tongue laps up at his slick, outlines his rim and thrusts into his hole has his knees giving out and his brain shutting down. The way Yifan’s tongue scrapes against his walls ensures the awakening of the whole palace with his screams, enjoying the pleasure the prince is subjecting his body to as his hand slowly strokes the younger’s cock while he tongue fucks Yixing and causes the hybrid to produce more slick equivalent to his arousal.

The fox fears that with how much the elder is doing, he will reach his peak without the royal inside him. It doesn’t help that every sound that his fiancé creates is loud and clear as his ears pick up every little noise coming from the elder. Gingerly, he pulls away from Yifan, pushing the prince’s head away from where the other has buried his face between the pair of soft flesh. The hybrid swiftly turns around and pulls the elder up, meeting him in a kiss and using the prince’s momentary distraction to drop to his knees and surprise the royal by giving him the same treatment. Yifan supports himself by placing his hands flat against the window as the younger sucks his balls into his mouth, one by one. The sight is only toppled over from its number one spot when the fox moves to where his cock is standing proud in front of him, curving towards his stomach. Yixing’s pupils are dilated, his mouth stretched around the elder’s length with cheeks hollowed as he goes further down to swallow more of the prince’s length. The way the moon’s light brings out even further the crisp beauty of the prince’s golden skin has the hybrid’s mouth watering, lips moving to adore the god-like creature standing before him. His sharp hearing picks up every little sound the prince produces, making him even more excited to do things that will allow him to hear more of the elder’s pleasured noises.

Yifan almost falls forward when the crown of his cock finally rubs against the younger’s throat, the muscle constricting around the swollen tip. The gagging sound coming from Yixing should alert him but it does nothing but heighten his arousal and the tears on the hybrid’s eyes makes him place a hand beneath the fox’s braided hair. As if inviting him, the smaller one opens his mouth, tongue lapping at the tip while he awaits the entrance of the heavy length. Yifan groans at the image the younger is giving him, not thinking twice to fuck the fox’s mouth. His eyes shut tight when he feels the hybrid’s sharp teeth graze against his sensitive skin, body almost giving up when he feels the vibrations of the others moans, shooting up his body to the ends of his fingers and toes. When he feels his orgasm closing in on him, he pulls out of Yixing’s mouth. The sight of the younger’s swollen mouth and tear streaked cheeks makes him pull the other up, tasting himself on the fox’s tongue.

Without thinking further, the prince’s hands lift Yixing by his bottom, cupping the younger’s ass cheeks and waiting for the hybrid to wrap his legs around Yifan’s waist before letting go and pressing the other against the cold window. The smaller one can feel the hot stiffness poking his soft skin, the flesh filled with blood and arousal, hot, hard and heavy as it prods his entrance. The fox wraps his arms around the royal’s shoulders as Yifan’s arms move to secure him in place, one hand guiding his dick to the younger’s opening. Yixing welcomes the elder inside him with one last word breathed out directly to the prince’s lips, “Please.”

The fox’s head violently hits the window, the prince uncaring of the possibilities that the glass might break as the younger’s warmth envelops him, forcing him to use all of his restraints so as not to hurt the hybrid even though he knows how the other easily adjusts around him. Yifan spreads kisses all over the smaller one’s face and neck, telling him how he’s doing so well in between each press of lips against sweaty skin as he slowly buries his cock into Yixing, sealing his mouth with the other once he is completely in. The elder can’t find a better word to explain how the fox looks when he sees him after kissing the oxygen out of him other than erotic. When the hybrid’s mouth moves, the prince doesn’t catch the sounds that come out of them, too deep in his imaginings of how else he can create a mess out of his lover. He needs to ask the other to speak again without malice in his intentions and when the fox asks him to move, there is no doubt in him that that is the only thing the younger and him need, the friction they’ve been dying to have.

Yixing’s tail curls around the elder’s arm that is around his waist, urging the taller male to give attention to the appendage. So when he pulls out and experimentally thrusts in with only half of his length outside, he uses his free hand to tighten around the base of the tail. His fingers massage the soft flesh before circling around it, pulling it lightly before allowing the fingers to stroke down and up, mimicking the way his dick is gradually picking up pace as well. Yixing mewls wantonly in appreciation, showing the elder that he is doing the right thing, his hips swiveling instinctively.

Soon the prince’s hands are moving fast like his hips and the younger grinds down to meet his thrusts as well once he’s started picking up his pace. Yifan can feel his legs tremble, his knees losing the strength he needs to pound into the other the way he knows Yixing wants him to. Surprising the smaller one, the royal pulls the fox into his embrace before walking to the bed releasing the other and pulling out completely. The whines coming from the hybrid only stop when the taller male instructs him to position himself on all fours, the prince crawling to the bed afterwards and situating himself behind the younger whose tail is sexily wagging as the fox uses one of his hands to spread his ass and show his fiancé his gaping hole. It doesn’t take long for the prince to slide in once more, groaning at the walls tightening around him, molding on his length and girth. His hand automatically flies to the tail swishing in front of him again, his other hand pulling the fox up by the chin until the smaller one’s body is arched sexily to allow the elder to give him a kiss while they are pleasuring each other through their connection. The headboard meets the wall harshly as the prince starts drilling the younger into the mattress again, angling his thrusts until the fox releases a scream that rips through his chest. His fingers find their way into the younger’s mouth as his other hand holds the hybrid’s hips down, his hold tight and will surely leave a mark for them to see in the sunlight. But Yixing doesn’t seem to be bothered, sucking diligently on the elder’s long fingers until his vision blurs, his mouth hangs agape with a scream fleeing from the depths of his chest. Yifan has successfully found what he’s been looking for. And it only drives him to push harder, deeper and faster, willing to abuse that soft bundle of nerves that the younger so loves to be rubbed. The prince lowers his hand to where the fox’s cock is heavy and neglected in between his legs. The moan Yixing lets out has the royal thinking that the sound enough will be enough to have him orgasm so he increases his speed, thrusts relentless, stroking the younger until the fox reaches his climax, a cue for him to release into the hybrid as well.

“Yifan!” The younger falls onto the mattress after screaming the prince’s name, the royal feeling the fox’s fluids on his hands and the hybrid’s slick increasing as well, easing further the way his cock slides in and out of the other’s entrance. His hand and hips don’t stop until he himself spills into the muscles contracting and releasing around his manhood. The prince empties his seeds into the fox, hands slowly coming to a halt from milking Yixing as his rocking gradually stops and his boneless body melts above the younger. His lips automatically latch to the sweaty skin, the tip of the fox’s tail leaving goosebumps on his skin as their lips finally meet, words of adoration for each other falling from their lips and heating up their lover’s mouth. They share the moment of bliss with pecks and playful banter until the exhaustion finally gets in the way to replace the high they’ve previously experienced.

After showering and settling into their bed with Yixing tucked into the prince’s chest while their legs are tangled with each other’s, the fox calls out to the elder, remembering an important thing he needs to tell the royal.

“Yifan.” The hybrid’s hand clutches onto the front of his fiancé’s pyjama top, the ring secured on his finger glittering with the diamonds littered on it. When the elder hums to let the other know that he has his undivided attention, the younger continues. “There’s something I need to tell you.” His other hand instinctively goes to his stomach, rubbing the lean muscles beneath his silk shirt that he knows will disappear in the following months, the thought making his insides flip.

“What is it?” The prince’s eyes are already closed, the exhaustion of the day and their intercourse already seeping throughout his body.

The younger bites his bottom lip and whispers to his lover the words he wants to say. Yifan opens one eye and looks at the other, asking him to say it again because he believes he didn’t hear it properly. The fox gulps, closes his eyes and repeats himself this time a little bit louder than his timid voice a while ago, “I’m pregnant.” The gasp that leaves the other’s mouth makes the younger open his eyes, fear evident in them.

“How come? But you’re a man…How can you…” Yifan sits up on the bed as a thousand questions form in his head. Yixing takes the initiative to release himself from the elder’s hold, shock etched on his face as well. “Are you kidding right now?” For a moment, Yixing feels insulted, wondering if the lack of lighting in the room doesn’t allow the prince to see his seriousness.

“Have you never wondered why I'm rare?” Yixing asks incredulously, thinking how the elder was with him unaware of what makes him special compared to other hybrids.

“Just looking at you has already given me the answer to that.” The royal’s answer effectively makes the younger blush at how honest the taller one always is but he immediately schools his expression. Turning serious once more, he questions Yifan, “Did you even read the manual Lu Han gave to you?”

Amongst the many books in the prince's room is the manual that his brother gave him the night Yixing was gifted to him by Lu Han. He never touched it, thinking he will not engage the hybrid in any way that requires the handbook. And even when he and the fox have started their relationship, he never once thought to look at it, having already forgotten the existence of the small book that has every information he needs to know about his lover.

“Yifan, if,” the younger stammers when the quiet between them starts becoming too uncomfortable. The tense silence has him worrying, thoughts clouding his mind of how the prince will now push him away for being an abomination. These ideas make him scoot away from the royal, voice just above a whisper, “If you don’t want, I…”

“Love, no.” The prince shakes his head, quickly moving closer to the other, easily closing the gap that Yixing has created before wrapping his arms around the fox, burying his face into the tresses of the hybrid. “You made me do things I never thought I would, feel for things I never thought I’d encounter.” The royal turns Yixing to make the younger face him, cupping the hybrid’s cheeks before continuing, punctuating his words with kisses all over the other’s face. “Now you’re giving me this wonderful gift. I am nothing but thankful that I have you in my life.”

The warm smile on Yifan’s face lifts the worries on the smaller one’s shoulders, nodding when the prince says, “Didn’t I tell you that I love you?” When their lips meet again, the hybrid answers to this confession and the royal adds, “And that will never change.”