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[fennu]

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[lanclan]

Yes.

[ It isn't a fast answer, brushing back strands of hair to see him better as he considers. ]

Yes, I would like more of a-Cheng to myself, while he is in Cloud Recesses.

[fennu]

[ How is he supposed to say no to a proposal like that? Jiang Cheng tries not to smile too widely, nodding his head. ]

Then we should walk back together.

[lanclan]

[ Giving a nod, he squeezes Jiang Cheng by the hand before disentangling and rising, leading the way out. When they come upon a disciple Xichen asks that the library be tidied and that he and Jiang-zongzhu are not to be disturbed in the Hanshi, which seems a perfectly normal request for him to make. His seclusion is respected.

Once he closes the doors of the Hanshi behind them, however, he closes the space between them again and slides a hand into Jiang Cheng's hair to cup the back of his head as he kisses him deeply, the walk from the library having made the anticipation of 'more' unbearable. ]

[fennu]

[ The walk feels almost endless, and the threat of utter privacy is a heady one; he's not able to meet the eye of any of the juniors. He wonders, absently, how long it will be until Wei Wuxian hears the rumour, because he will not respect the demand for privacy.

Something to worry about latter.

Lifting his head, he leans into the kiss instantly, tilting his body up towards Lan Xichen and scraping his teeth gently against his lower lip. ]

[lanclan]

[ Jiang Cheng is so good, he melts into the kisses like he's starved for it and the scrape of teeth over Xichen's lip has him nipping back as a light warning. His hands frame a waist to guide him backwards, safely around the screen that shields his bed, and when they sit down he makes sure to lean away long enough to say, ]

If you want to stop at any point, just say so.

[ He will try and regulate his own heart and reactions but quite honestly doesn't trust himself, not with Jiang Cheng so honest about wanting him. Xichen trusts him so much that it's one of the main reasons this is so easy; if it were anyone else, this would never have happened, but his a-Cheng is fiery enough to broadcast what's acceptable that Xichen isn't constantly worrying.

There's no doubt, and it's refreshing. ]

[fennu]

[ There is a small part of him that wonders if he will push himself too far simply because it's what Xichen wants, but that notion is discarded almost immediately - he isn't the kind of person to allow that, not any more. Perhaps when he was younger, when his parents were moulding him into a person neither of them really liked, but now? He is a sect leader in his own right, with a fearsome reputation and a nature that evidences it.

He is not going to be pushed around or have his boundaries crossed, especially not by this man. If something happens that he doesn't enjoy or doesn't want he has voice enough to stop it. ]

I'll say it.

[ It's a promise and guarantee both. He doesn't know what he is going to like or hate, having never done this before, never thought to research it or investigate it, so he will simply have to take what he is given and hope he is a swift learner. His hand lifts to touch Xichen's cheek, his face warm, but his expression as close to tender as his angry features allow. ]

I trust you, a-Huan.

[lanclan]

I'm glad.

[ Nuzzling his way along a cheek, he drops kisses along the way to an ear, letting his hot breaths fall over pinked skin. ]

You seemed to especially like it when I did this ...

[ That little noise Jiang Cheng made before is now irrevocably lodged in Xichen's memory, fully intending to work it out of him again. He just has to explore ... ]

[fennu]

[ Jiang Cheng does make a little noise again, shifting to give Xichen an almost sour look. ]

You've remembered that already? You -

[ He can't be too mad, but his hands reach out, one to hold on to Xichen and the other to touch at his hair gently, stroking. ]

[lanclan]

[ He mimics what he did earlier, laving over the same erogenous spot that seemed to work Jiang Cheng up with the least effort, smiling against his skin. The hand in his hair has Xichen humming his approval and his fingers slide under the sash at a narrow waist, slowly loosening it. ]

You're very memorable, a-Cheng.

[fennu]

[ Jiang Cheng is careful as he reaches, to not press too far and accidentally drag his fingers against the soft, sturdy band that lies across the Lan’s forehead. That’s not his right, no matter what this might mean, whatever it might lead to.

He’s flushed, warm, and he nods his head, trying not to smile too wide, to give too much away. ]

So you will remember this well?

[lanclan]

Do you think I won't?

[ He sits up to kiss him lightly, tilting a finger under that chin so their eyes meet. ]

I hope I don't have to remember any of this for long before it happens again.

[fennu]

No, I didn’t assume that.

[ He leans into the kiss, breathing out softly, as if in disbelief. ]

More than once? You would make a habit of this, a-Huan?

[lanclan]

[ He quirks a brow, sensing they aren't on the same page. ]

Is this not something you would be interested in continuing, in time? [ And then, ] I would not be kissing anyone else right now, a-Cheng, just because they had visited.

[fennu]

That isn’t what I meant! I didn’t think it was just because of the coincidence of company, I simply-

[ Words are a difficult matter and they feel a little too heavy on his tongue. Breathing out, he leans closer, to steal his heat and his warmth all over again. ]

I am unaccustomed to being first in favour. I want to do this more, with you.

[lanclan]

[ To being first in favour. Because Wei Wuxian is such a force of nature to be reckoned with, very visible and contrary and noticeable, he can imagine how exhausting having such a very animated brother must be. Jiang Cheng gets a soft smile, tugged in for a chaste kiss. ]

Very well. Let's get more comfortable ... I want you to be in the position of power, given it will be easier for things to stop if you wish. I know you will say so, but the feeling of control will not be so illusory this way.

[ He sits back on the bed, patting his lap. His eyes twinkle with mischief, albeit the kindly sort as if daring Jiang Cheng to blush more. ]

Sit on my lap.

[fennu]

[ Wei Wuxian, first favourite of his father, his sister, loved by all for her kindness and warmth, leaving Jiang Cheng seeking someone to look at him with real warmth. Not the harsh words of his mother or the disappointment of his father, but something genuine and real.

He listens to Xichen but his heart will not fall into the trap of promises - he cannot quite believe it just yet, despite the touches and the intimacy. ]

I am not concerned so much about control, but I’ll trust in your judgement. You’re are more the expert than me.

[ Jiang Cheng moves slowly, carefully, ignoring the burning heat on his skin as he settles himself in Xichen’s lap, straddling him gently, leaning down. The angle is different - will the kiss be different too? ]

[lanclan]

[ No matter what Jiang Cheng thinks of being fussed, Xichen is determined to give him every opportunity to put an end to things if he wants to. He wraps his arms around him to drag him down with a playful tug and kisses him slowly, indulging in him in a way he couldn't within the airy confines of the library. Though the angle is different, he slides a hand into that long hair and gathers him in by the nape of his neck, warm fingers tangling in soft locks.

There's an overwhelming cuteness to Jiang Cheng that Xichen absolutely won't give voice to, humming against his mouth instead. ]

[fennu]

[ He feels a little more vulnerable now, splayed over Xichen as he is, cheeks warm and hands searching as they rest on the other man’s chest. Jiang Cheng feels too hot, over heated, as though he should pull off his robes and bare himself, but it feels like too much. There is bare skin, intimacy, scarring on his chest to overcome, so he will need to work up to it.

He leans into the kiss instead, fingers following the careful lines of Xichen’s robes, tracing the shape of it to begin to try and push the layers away, to sink closer to this man and sate their wants. ]

[lanclan]

[ His outer layers are shrugged off easily, pooling around him on the bed. When he traces down Jiang Cheng's neck he loosens the collar there and plants a kiss over an adam's apple, mouthing his way as low as he can go. ]

I feel like I should be punished for spoiling you so.

[ The glide of his hands up those thighs mirrors the same touch, kneading high up. ]

[fennu]

Do you… Want to be punished?

[ Layers pushed away, baring Xichen a little more to his touch, fingers exploring carefully. Jiang Cheng touches the newly shown fabric, thumb tracing the shape of his chest through the remaining layers. It’s not close enough, but it’s what he can dare for now.

His head tilts back, huffing a soft, pleased sigh. ]

I… I think you should keep spoiling me. I want it.

[lanclan]

[ What an interesting tangent his mind goes on when asked that. Does he want to be punished? Immediately wondering what that would entail, never treated as anything but worthy of praise, Xichen arches a brow and shelves that odd proposal for later. He's seen how capable Jiang Cheng is during a fight, as cute as he is there's raw strength there too.

But, for now ... ]

I'm going to undress you a little.

[ The sash is loosened all the way, allowing him to part layers and tug open ties one by one until Jiang Cheng is left with an open front, shielded by what he wears but left vulnerable to the long-fingered hand that slips underneath and brushes gently along his stomach and moves up his chest. Xichen keeps a hand on one of those straddling thighs to brace him above, watching his reactions. Heat rises under his own collar, white and blue clothing suddenly stifling. ]

No one has touched you before, have they?

[fennu]

I - no. They haven’t.

[ The touch to his skin has him hesitating. He doesn’t want Lan Xichen to touch the parts of himself that are marred and damaged, but he isn’t going to stop the expiration. It’s enough that he can enjoy the gentle touches, enough that he can bask in being wanted and desired for the first time in his life.

His weight shifts forward a little, licking his lips, his own fingers searching out Xichen’s clothes, not sure how to explore in a way that will make him feel the most pleasure. Inexperience is a chokehold indeed.

He manages a small smile. ]

You are the first to take anything of me, a-Huan.

[lanclan]

My honour, then, as well as my pleasure.

[ His fingertips don't shy from scars, skirting around them only to give the unmarred skin more attention where nerve-endings are still live and can feel the gentle caresses; he ghosts a thumb over a nipple, skimming fingertips down ribs. ]

You can enjoy yourself, a-Cheng. [ He plants light kisses down a throat, lower and lower until Xichen's mouth finds the centre of Jiang Cheng's chest and murmurs there. ] Don't think so much.

[fennu]

I’m trying, a-Huan -

[ The touch to his skin has him moaning softly, hips shifting just a little, moving against Xichen with a careful rock of his body. It’s hard not to think too much, to overthink, almost, as if he should question all the things that Xichen is doing with him and for him.

Swallowing, he leans in for another soft kiss. It’s a little more tender than before, but maybe that is alright. ]

Will you tell me what pleases you?

[lanclan]

Anything you do will please me.

[ It's true, kissing him with a care that he hopes is felt through the way his lips linger. He brushes those draped clothes open to encircle a bare waist in both hands, sweeping their heat up and around so that Jiang Cheng feels anchored, held fast where he's wanted: tugged in closer so he can sit right over where Xichen is getting hard. ]

Anything.