The Demon Lord's Second Life[BL]

The moonlight bled softly through the silk drapes of the pavilion, painting silver across Tianzun's flushed cheeks. His robe was askew, hair messy, wine bottle loose in one hand as he laughed — breathless and beautiful — against Longxuan's shoulder.

"Why do you always catch me… when I fall apart?" Tianzun slurred, tipping his head back to look into Longxuan's calm, unreadable eyes.

Longxuan touched the corner of his mouth. "Because I'm the only one you let see you like this."

Without warning, Tianzun kissed him.

It started messy, clumsy — the kind of kiss born from wine and years of longing — but the moment Longxuan pulled him closer, everything shifted.

The pavilion's silence broke with the rustle of silk and the crash of a wine jug hitting the floor.

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Tianzun gasped when Longxuan pushed him down against the cool stone table, parting his robes. The open night air kissed his skin while Longxuan's lips kissed everywhere else.

"You're drunk," Longxuan murmured against his throat, voice husky.

"I'm yours," Tianzun replied. "Drunk or not."

And that was all it took.

The table creaked as Longxuan claimed him right there — strong hands gripping his hips, their movements frantic, unrestrained. Tianzun clung to him, moaning into the night, the stars above bearing witness to every thrust, every cry, every whispered name.

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They stumbled back into the chamber, robes half-hanging off, Tianzun barely able to walk.

Longxuan pushed him onto the bed, crawling over him like a predator with infinite patience.

"I want to see your face," he said.

And he did — again, and again, until Tianzun was crying out, back arching, sheets tangled around his legs. Longxuan didn't stop — not when Tianzun begged, not when he shook, not even when Tianzun cursed at him between sobs and moans.

Longxuan only kissed him deeper, swallowed every broken sound, and kept going.

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The water was warm, but Tianzun was trembling.

Longxuan had pulled him into the tub, legs wrapped around his waist, the scent of lotus and wine thick in the air.

Tianzun clawed at his back, gasping as Longxuan moved inside him again, slow this time — painfully slow. Their bodies collided with soft splashes and wet skin, Tianzun's head falling back as he whimpered.

"I can't—ah—Longxuan…"

"You can," Longxuan growled, thrusting deeper. "You will."

Tianzun bit his shoulder to muffle his cries.

By the time it ended, water had overflowed, soaking the floor. Broken porcelain floated near the edge. And Tianzun could no longer feel his knees.

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Back in the room, Longxuan lifted him onto the table beside the window — scrolls and ink scattered across the floor.

"You break everything you touch," Tianzun breathed, dizzy and dazed.

"Only because I want to have all of you," Longxuan replied, and entered him again.

Tianzun nearly screamed.

His thighs trembled, nails digging into Longxuan's shoulders as he was taken hard and fast — the table creaking beneath them, a vase toppling and shattering as Tianzun arched and shattered with it.

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Until the Sun comes up and the Moon comes down.

They collapsed at last, tangled and sweaty on the bed, breathing like men who had just survived a storm.

Longxuan whispered things in Tianzun's ear that he'd forget by morning — or pretend to.

And somewhere between moonlight and exhaustion, Tianzun fell asleep… pressed against the only man who ever truly saw him.

MORNING AFTER...

Tianzun woke with a groan.

His back ached. His thighs burned. His entire body felt like it had been dragged through every heaven and hell at once.

He blinked, sitting up slowly.

Around him — chaos.

Broken vases. Spilled wine. Shattered cups. The table was tilted, the ink-stained floor told stories. Even the bath had water pooled outside it.

He flushed.

And beside him, still sleeping — serene and shirtless — was Longxuan, one arm casually wrapped around Tianzun's waist.

Tianzun stared at him in disbelief.

"…Bastard."

He tried to move. Winced. Cursed.

Longxuan opened one eye lazily and smirked. "Good morning."

"Don't you 'good morning' me—my body's ruined, my room's ruined—"

"You seemed to enjoy the ruin."

Tianzun flushed harder, grabbing the nearest pillow and smashing it against Longxuan's face.

"You're not allowed to smile at me like that after wrecking me all night!"

Longxuan just laughed, pulling him down and whispering against his ear: "Then let me ruin you again tonight."

Tianzun froze. Blushed. Then groaned dramatically, burying his face in Longxuan's chest.

"…I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"…I really, really don't."