Back in his room Xiaowen remembers the times he's had Yuan as he strokes himself. He grins wickedly thinking about the countless times he's played up the routine of taking his sect leader by force in some brutal way by doing it to the one he can still hear pleading to be dicked harder in the other room. The boy was such a slut. It didn't surprise him Jin-zongzhu wasn't pleasing him enough. Rulan was still barely more than a boy himself. Unfortunately with each passing month, the Jin leader was getting more shrewd and harder to control. He was going to need to act soon if he wanted to get at Rulan and then he would take Yuan back where he belonged- or was there a way to get them both?

Blissfully ignorant of the malice so close to them, Ling's movement was quick and merciless as he chased their pleasure. His moans were breaking into cries. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was thankfully aware this wasn't his own hall, so he wasn't letting his vocals go wild but he wasn't quiet either.

As he feels A-Yuan's body tightening and his pleas becoming more frantic, he realizes what's about to happen. He swoops down to cover his lover's mouth with his own before he can scream his release. As he does so, even if he beats Yuan to it, he feels his body shudder. The act of having to hide their orgasm in a crowded hall somehow hot and kinky enough to send him spiraling over the edge like a canon.