At the end of the Eleventh month, the winds of the steppes slapped like polar bear’s claws, sharp enough to ripe heavy fur coats with a single paw. The banners blew tall and straight above the grand ger, flapping aggressively in the air.

In this freezing climate, cuddling asleep beneath a warm blanket is the only very snug thing to do. When Qu Fongning woke in Yujien’s arms, the sky was still gloomy. He had slept groggy to some desire to pee, and wanted to get off the bed to make water, but was anxious of the cold and dallied to move. Tossed and turned for a bit, he felt it must have been about time for morn call, and hence spun around and started studying Yujien beside him.

Yujien was sweetly asleep. His handsome facial contour was sharp, and his firm lips a little dry. They did it twice before going to bed, and in the middle of the night, he was spooned and forked again from the back, kissing in between, licking ears and neck, and sweating all across; how could the daily water intake withstand this kind of screwing?

He licked his own cracked lips, dropped his gaze down, resting on Yujien’s naked shoulders. Yujien’s broad shoulders were thicker than him by more than twofold, with three, four lines of crisscrossing scars, adding on the masculine beauty. His collarbone, extraordinarily long and slender, inclined outwards like wings of steel. He extended his hand for a touch; it was incomparably hard. Now putting himself in comparison, there was really nothing to look at.

He tsked indignantly, and drew down his hand, fondling the strapping chest muscles. The bronze skin felt especially good to touch with every thump of his heart beating in mighty vigor. The two dots, like insets of iron beans—he couldn’t help touching out of curiosity—seemed to have hardened even more. Yujien had a myriad of plays for his nipples, every time making him moan without cessation. Just as he wanted to knead it again, Yujien creased his brows, wrapped one arm tight around him, the other arm spread open, and continued his snooze on his back.

His heart for mischief persisted. He hurried to prop up one elbow, groping towards Yujien’s abs. The fingers slid down, feeling the distinct hills and valleys, and the deep canyon of the centerline, hale and hearty, sprawling of intense masculinity. He lowered his head to look at himself. There was a mere thin layer on his abdomen, almost as impossible to be compared to as the sun. And so, he groped here and there out of spite, then finally let it go.

“Why not feeling anymore?” a deep, husky voice suddenly sounded above his head.

Guilty of feeling the goods, Qu Fongning shrunk back slightly but was scooped up instead. Yujien was not fully awake, caught his paw with a single hand and pressed it onto his abdomen, slowly pushing it down.

Beneath his naval, the thicket of hair spread like an arrow, black and lush. Towards the area around the root, strands stuck together, even more hard and prickly on touch. Qu Fongning shyed and wiggled somewhat on his thighs.

Yujien gathered up his arm, his hand holding the paw down, rejecting resistance. The nearly transparent underwear was almost tipping a tear from the bulge; the shape of the erection was widely visible.

“I want to pee,” whispered Qu Fongning, biting his lips.

Yujien made no comment and clasped his hand, probing it into his bottoms, closing around the root in strokes, leading his finger to relieve the soft skin, and lazily wanking with his paw.

His shaft was thick and burly, and Qu Fongning could not hold it in one hand. He watched the purplish red enormity slowly emerging between the cracks of his fingers and deliberately disappearing as if for show. His face warmed again.

Yujien casually stroked for a moment, and his virile member rose even higher, the top gradually moistened, and Qu Fongning’s fingers even caught some on. Yujien’s breathing progressively weighed heavy. He motioned for his hand to continue, lifted one side of his calves onto his own flank, sent two fingers into his rear for a probe, and stretched out his other hand towards the bedside, feeling the balms they usually used for their intercourses of love.

Qu Fongning’s leg was tangled around his waist. “I really need to pee,” he pleaded.

Yujien appeared unheard. His fingers thrusted deftly into his wet threshold for a few strokes and promptly withdrew. He turned his thighs to himself, and as hard as an iron rod, the manhood grinded a bit by the entry and pushed all the way in.

Qu Fongning let out a gasp. His underwear wasn’t fully stripped, it hung loosely by his buttocks, with the half hard matter dimly visible between his legs. Yujien slowly pumped him a few times and swung himself onto him, pressing his sinewy muscles onto his lower body. “Fondling the old boy this early in the morning. Fondled me hard and now saying you want to pee?” he hissed, gave a hard spank on his round, tight hip, and his voice dropped huskier. “Ass full of water, all wet inside. Didn’t feed you full yesterday? Want it so much?”

Qu Fongning was pressured on the abdomen to waves of swells, and the urge to urinate pressed on even more. “…You wanted to cum inside,” he said grievously.

Yujien nonchalantly bent his calf over his own shoulder. “Ningning, you were the one who implored me in tears. Lying makes a bad child.” His forehead tapped against him in intimacy, but his lips were mocking his moaning voice, “Da-ge, come… come deeper, I’m so thirty inside. Who said this yesterday?”

The corners of Qu Fongning’s eyes instantly redden through, of having no place to hide his shame. He had no willpower whenever he was near climax, and could say anything on his lips. It was all good and well during the thickness of their intimacy. But being mocked for it now, he just wanted to smash his head from the humiliation. Yujien’s loins pumped with virility; every stroke uprooting almost entirely and plunging heavily again into the deeps, knocking his thighs to shivers, and the bells on his ankle chiming ceaselessly. Yujien smacked a kiss on his taut, tight instep, chuckling on a half-smile, “Soul beckoning bells…” He lifted the small of his back with one hand, and another hand pressed his lower abdomen. “What were you feeling me up for this morning? Speak.”

Qu Fongning had a bladder full of pee. On this press, he nearly shot it out and panted in succession. Yujien gave another deep thrust. “Speak.”

Qu Fongning’s lower abdomen was holding impossibly, and his ass was being fucked to torrents of pleasures; the two piling together, the waves collided to tides, and he really didn’t know whether it was bliss or torture. His toes curled and unfolded. “I… only touched two times, finding you…your body’s so swell. Don’t… it’s coming out.”

Yujien laughed lazily, scooped him up from the bed and, holding the plugged-in position, rose, landed, and stood up. Qu Fongning let out a cold shiver, and his legs clasped tightly around his waist. “What are you doing?” he yelped. Naked, Yujien cradled him towards the corner of the ger. “Taking you to piss,” he said candidly. Coming near the toilet, he turned him around and held up his high swollen matter, and plunged hard back into his rear. “Piss.”

Though Qu Fongning was of a mind bursting to urinate, how could he really pee like this, and was staunched to tears pouring out of his sockets. Yujien bit his earlobe. “You kiddo are so hard to serve, one play after another.” Thrusting deep in him, he braced up his two straight legs, spreading them outwards, opening his legs wide open in mid-air. “Ningning, say, the way Da-ge is doing you now, is there a second man who can do this under the heaven?”

Qu Fongning’s entire person was opened, his whole body pushing on no force, his swollen bladder impossibly unbearable, and his rear palsy with jolts from the thrusts. Watery mist veiled his eyes, and he could only shake his head in wanton delirium.

Yujien kissed the nape covered with sweat jewels. “Da-ge’s body is made to fuck you. Up and down this whole body, every fiber of my being is made to fuck you. Only you. Understand?”

Qu Fongning nodded with misty tears. “Say it again,” said Yujien.

Qu Fongning was washing with sweat, the matter beneath his crotch boiling hard, and his brain was in an empty haze. “Da-ge… fuck me. I… can’t hold it.”

“What can’t you hold? Cum? Or piss?” Yujien rasped.

The inside of his thighs jittering ceaselessly, Qu Fongnign cried, “Both… ah!” The person went into a sudden violent spasm, jerking upwards a number of times, and a rush of hot sweat surged off of his back; he actually came just from the thrusts.

It wasn’t the first time for Yujien witnessing him ejaculating from only being done from the back. Only it was a rare, ephemeral blossom that purely happened in those perfect sublimities of their intimacy. Totally unprepared, his manhood was suddenly clasped tight by his sweet canal, the euphoric sensation shooting straight to his tailbone. No longer able to hold it, he panted low into a dozen thrusts, and followed to explode inside him.

Qu Fongning was spurred from his thick juices, and the unclosed tip opening spurted out a few more streaks of pale clear essence, showering a spread of drizzle across the toilet floor. Yujien couldn’t hold him anymore either, and let him land on his instep, panting and holding his member towards the toilet. Qu Fongning was all out of strength, entirely hanging on his arms, dry and aching on his bottom, but was ashamed to do this in his hand, and writhed to not let him look. Yujien was out of patience. “What likes of you haven’t I seen? Hurry piss.” Qu Fongning couldn’t pee, dead or alive, and his face paled from the hold. Yujien had to let him down on the ground and went back to the bed. He saw him picking up a soft blanket and tying it to his waist, before turning his back to him and, slow and fast, finally made water.

Yujien watched his beautiful slender back from behind, his eyes narrowing. Qu Fongning had slept in his bed and shared his pillow for so long, entwining heads and necks every night, and in the thickness of their intimacies, he was often stark naked for entire nights. But as long as he was to leave this bed, to expose himself in his vision, he would insist on wearing something, at the very least, covering his ass. He was easy to sweat and especially easy to be thirsty at night. And every time he went off the bed for a drink, he would always find some piece of cloth to wrap around himself. Yujien couldn’t understand him; horizontal and vertical he had seen him up and down everywhere, what was there to hide? Seeing him weakly dragging along the blanket and returning on floating steps by the bed, he splayed his arms out and wrapped around him from the back. Qu Fongning thought he was turned on again and struggled. “No more. I’m hurting down there.” Yujien flipped over the blanket for a look. The tip had swollen a little red, and he haphazardly rubbed him twice. Qu Fongning let out a moan and turned over his head in the crook of his neck, exchanging glances with him, kissing into one another.

“Ningning, were you soaring beyond the heavens just now? Came from just doing here,” Yujien asked him in the kiss and pinched his buttocks as he spoke. Qu Fongning’s eyes opened by a sliver, watching him coyly. And Yujien said in his ears, “Ningning likes it this way, right? Last time at Sutai, right in front of Grand Chamberlain Oyghrmuki…”

Qu Fongning instantly thrashed as he heard the mention of this, forbidding him from speaking. At the time he had orders to supervise the army at Sutai, and Yujien especially took a distant detour to come see him. After separating for a month, his youthful, fire-like lust waited not an instant. He sat straight onto Yujien’s lap right in the main ger, took off the bronze buckle himself, relieved his military breeches to his ass, and started grinding ceaselessly on his body. Yujien’s loins had long swollen hard, but he would not let him, and panted as he said, “Old Oyghur is outside.” His body was empty to waves of numbing desires. By that point, even if tens of thousands of people were gawking, he couldn’t wait to do it. He was restless to eyes hazy. “Just cum faster…will be alright,” he cajoled. Yujien’s eyes burned red as well. He kissed him hard and said huskily, “Won’t be so fast.” Yujien was pressing hard against his back, his cavern lips was a mess of wetness, and in the agonizing desire, he actually sat onto it himself. And he was blissed to tumbling tears in the instant of penetration.

“Be it fuck to death,” Yujien cursed with a laugh. He held up his waist slightly and plunged into the deeps with one push. His vessel was huge and mighty and uniquely thick. Their usual intercourse always needed oily balms for lubrication, and couldn’t go too deep in the beginning. But in Qu Fongning’s thirst, his ass was a pool of smooth slickness, and didn’t even need the strength of brushing dust to push in. Yet only the heavens knew the volatile winds and clouds; he’d only charged a dozen thrusts, and in came Oyghrmuki’s stampers and yammering entry. Yujien pulled over the black cloak, wrapped him tight, and held him fast in his arms. Oyghrmuki reported the military affairs and found Qu Fongning, black hair half-soaked, buried his face in Yujien’s chest, and remarked curiously, “Why is Little Syr sprouting so much sweat?” Coming up a step, he was going to touch his forehead. “Go away! He’s asleep,” Yujien barked. Oyghrmuki was greatly aggrieved. “Asleep, ah, asleep, ah, what are you howling at me for?” he grumbled. Yujien waved repeatedly, only wanting to shoo him away. Then siding his head back for a look, Qu Fongning had sealed his eyes shut, dimly shuddering his lashes but carrying a mischievous grin by his lips. He faintly lifted his waist and dropped back down, and the inner walls contracted and sucked; he was actually moving beneath the black cloak. Yujien didn’t expect him to have such audacity, and eyeing Oyghrmuki dawdling by the doorway, it was truly an unprecedented stimulation of his living memory.

“Stop moving, it’s cumming,” he threatened with mouthing. Qu Fongning’s eyelids hued red, called a “Da-ge” ever so quietly, pulled over his hand under the black cloak and held over his loins. Yujien only felt a tender, slippery erection, the tip already dripping wet and sticky to hand, and obviously near ejaculation. And Oyghrmuki had to call by the doorway, “General, is Little Syr sleeping with you today? He doesn’t look so well. You need to let him rest properly!” Qu Fongning was leaning against his neck bulge. The rustling voice was extremely low, purring, “Thrusting so deep… pushing on my belly.” His lower abdomen tightened, at last couldn’t hold it, he held him in, embedding him into his bosom, shooting deep inside him. Qu Fongning’s face surged with passion, and he followed to blast his hand full of cum.

Because of how really mortifying it was, Qu Fongning forbade him from speaking about it afterwards, and would cry and yell every time at its mention, attempting to hide it away. Yujien didn’t expose him further, pillowed on his arm to watch him dress, with some sordid ideas in his head. Qu Fongning struggled up his trousers, could only find one sock, and had to kneel by the bedside, feeling all across the bed, and mumbling “sock, sock,” on his lips. Noticing his glance, he lifted his eyes in alarm. “What? You stole my sock?”

“Thinking about how to cherish you tonight. Who wants your smelly sock!” Yujien chuckled. He yanked out a crumpled sock from his back and threw it on his face.

Qu Fongning caught it deftly, arched over to put on the sock and smelled his foot. His nose snuffed, he lifted his face and said suddenly, “Da-ge, I want to eat pomegranates.”

Yujien peered at him suspiciously, feeling incredible at his notion of smelling the sock and thinking of pomegranates. “The sky cold and land frozen. Where am I supposed to find you pomegranates?” He turned to his back with a wave, showing there was nothing to be discussed.

Qu Fongning was greatly dismayed. Then a sudden flash of idea. He furtively took off his sock and surreptitiously hid it behind his head, and finally walked away, content.

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That day he made a round trip to the Rolling Clouds Mountains, when he returned, the sky had fallen gloom. Flipped open the curtain, he’d just howled a “So cold…” and saw the circle of close elites, the red charcoals aflame, and the fill of people inside the ger, with King Andai, Cher Baochi, Guo Wuliang, and a score of Ghost Army commanders therein. Guo Wuliang saw him standing nonplussed by the doorway and gave him a smile. “Back? Come in, we’re just about to get up.” He stole a glance, and glimpsed a roll of map parchment spread open by the charcoal flames, with dense plants of red and black flags on top. It looked like the plan had been set and it was time to scatter.

In the turn of an eye, the crowd left their seats and Yujien followed out of the ger. He saw his head full of snow and smiled. “Little Monkey wearing a white cap.” He protended his hand to brush for him and helped him loosen the outer cloak. The pair had practiced these movements to intimate familiarity in bed; Qu Fongning followed his hand with a tip of his toes, and his arms naturally rose higher. Cher Baochi chuckled by the side. “I’ve long heard you father and son are close, so it’s truly not bad. Nowhere like those rascal boys of mine; it takes me a thousand efforts just to get a proper word out of them!” “Close? Coddled!” said Yujien. But seeing a blossom of snowflake by his hair, he readily helped him pluck it away.

Cher Baochi tsked, shaking his head. “Your son is a little snow leopard on the battlefield and a little lamb in front of you. My son is exactly the opposite, craven in front of others, and dares it all in front of me!” Then clapping a sudden slap to his thigh, he hollered, “Yujien, how about of you going to Western Liang this time, take Cher Vei along? The cub does no proper work following me. His mother also spoils him rotten, no beatings and no scoldings, all talk and nag. Really driving me mad! My head hurts every time I see him, I can’t deal with him! You help me discipline him for a few days. I guarantee he won’t be trouble for you. If he doesn’t listen, beat him to death for me!” And he followed to flip out an item from his waist and tossed it over. It was the Autumn Hunt Army’s order tally for directing ten thousand men.

“Just send the kid over.” Yujien tossed it back to him.

Cher Baochi waved repeatedly and tossed it back again. “You don’t know that little master of mine’s temper. It’s better to bring my own troops!”

A deputy commander had long wanted to speak. By now he couldn’t resist interjecting, “Speaking of temper, our Captain Thousand Slain isn’t that much better. And as to the looseness of discipline and blindness to rules, there’s probably only worse than Little General Cher.”

“Them youthful blood, what’s the big deal of being a little bold? If they follow rules on everything, they lose the edge,” Yujien said mildly.

King Andai listened with a thousand approvals, and clapped his hands in accord, “Precisely on point!” Prince Allonby had been persistently unruly, looking very unlike a crown prince, and had become one of his chief headaches. Thus, Yujien’s exoneration at the moment really couldn’t be any better.

Cher Baochi was also unusually cheery. “And just the opportunity for them to get intimate with one another, and they might just hit it off and become like us, brothers for life,” he said with a hearty laugh. As he spoke, the carriages had arrived, and they took their leave.

Qu Fongning waited until they left and immediately jumped into Yujien’s arms, nagging him on the matter of attacking Western Liang. Yujien waved him off. “Talk inside. All frozen into a block of ice, only thinking about battle!” he said, carrying him in by the fire and letting him rest in his arms. “When’s the attack?” Qu Fongning still chased, not even taking off his boots. Yujien couldn’t stand his persistence and told him, pointing at the map. Western Liang was situated on the southmost edge of the Northern Plains, in the yellow sands of the Gobi Desert. Their natural conditions were dreadful. The Obsidian City had been Western Liang’s major trading port, but was captured the year prior by Chienye; it was as if their throat was throttled by a fish bone, and was gasping for breath. Since then, voices of discontent clogged their paths, and the one-eyed Li Daer had no peaceful time being the emperor. “Aren’t they tight with Bi’ro? Isn’t Old Lio Fox going to help out his friend?” said Qu Fongning. “He hasn’t even figured out the roads of the Greater Merak State. How would he have the time to help Li Daer! Don’t mind them calling brother of alliance so obnoxiously for many years now; Lio Whu is the number one character who will turn their face like the flip of a page. When things come to the eye, he not only would not help, ninety-nine out of ten, he would even stomp an extra foot.” Yujien scoffed. Qu Fongning nodded in some comprehension and suddenly laughed out loud. “General, he also talks about you this way. He even opened a holy altar, dancing and singing, and said many bad things about you,” he said. “Old Lio Fox started out as a reverent, got a tongue of blooming lotus, and a voice of charming undulations; he’s best at bewitching hearts. You mustn’t listen to anything he says,” said Yujien. Qu Fongning rested by his shoulder, giggling, “I’ll only listen to you.” Yujien smiled and lowered his head, and kissed his lips.

Qu Fongning was kissed very comfy and crossed his legs to kick off his boots. “Strange. This path seems different from the one Little General last showed me.” He was curious about the flags on the map. “Emm, when Little Ting’yu last went through the Hehuang valley¹, he took a circular route, walking the grand path, the open roads. This time, we’re going from here,” said Yujien, pointing to a red circle on the map. Qu Fongning saw the post being Juma City, his heart jerked, and probed, “This… isn’t this Southern territory?” “Before Yongle fourth year, yes,” said Yujien; “Western Liang was still a Southern vassal state, their leaders had to receive Southern canonization. Li Daer’s father occupied these places, Lingzhou, Yinzhou, were all amongst them. And the Southern emperor nearly gave out his breath from exasperation, but could do nothing. They fought and treated, and half pushing and half giving, he let them take it. This used to be the Southern land for raising horses, and now they must instead spend fortunes to buy horses from their former land.”

Qu Fongning found his tone mocking, paused, and started, “Even this, we are attacking Juma City; the Southern States wouldn’t sit back and do nothing.” He pointed to the boundary line next to the red circle. “Going a step further would be Lanzhou.” “That’s right. They also know it’s a terrible situation, and had secretly formed an alliance with Western Liang. But trash is trash, which wouldn’t roll their heads to think: Even if two wild dogs duo together, can they really fight against the wolf?” He knocked his finger on Juma City glacially and followed with a chuckle. “Ningning, guess whom has the South has sent to join the alliance battle this time?”

Qu Fongning’s eyes gleamed. “He Xiao-jiu? ²”

Yujien watched his face glow and couldn’t help a smile. “Emm, precisely your little playmate, He Xiao-jiu.” He nipped his tender cheek. “He Yingnan’s campaign this time is quite phenomenal, bringing hundreds of ballistae and thirty thousand men and horses. It’s up to you to think well about how to churn him!”

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