[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Jiang Cheng shifts a little and lifts his hands to start to peel away some of Xichen’s layers in turn, then, to get his fingers on bare skin, trying to remain heedless of his his robes pool around him. He’s not certain how he feels about being so bare, but he’s getting quickly accustomed to it. ]
Then allow me…
[ He leans in to kiss along Xichen’s neck, letting his teeth scrape a little, humming with pleasure. ]
[ A gasp leaves him as he feels teeth on his neck, arching to allow better access as his hair slips aside. ]
A-Cheng ...
[ Nails scrape up his lover's bare back as his own clothes fall apart under Jiang Cheng's dextrous hands, exposing his pale skin to the morning sunshine. The heat of their bodies feels like a furnace in the chill air. ]
[ Seeing Xichen without his robes covering him is a heady thing, and with flushed cheeks Jiang Cheng takes a moment to appreciate it, palm tracing the shape of him before he returns to layering kisses against his neck, down to his collarbone. He is beautiful, and if Jiang Cheng was a man for poetry he feels like this would be the moment.
He is not, so he swallows his tongue and his words, shifting his hips to push even closer to Xichen, tucking their hips together. ]
You are terribly beautiful, a-Huan. I… I have never wanted someone so terribly.
[ He huffs a shyer laugh than he intends, then bites over a heart where he can leave a mark that will be unseen, panting in between soft noises of pleasure. When his hips move, he drags Jiang Cheng in to meet him and groans. It's been too long without this kind of closeness and he never imagined he would share it with anyone ever again. ]
[ The sound Xichen makes has Jiang Cheng staring at him, licking his lips, reeling from the feeling of teeth on his skin. He makes a soft noise, groaning quietly as he starts a steady rocking of his hips against the other man’s, maintaining it despite feeling like an inexperienced teen.
He wants to lay claim over this man, but they are not married. They’re not engaged or in talks. He’ll take what he can have for now and not take it for granted. ]
You can mark me. Where no one can see. It’s alright.
[ He cups the back of Wanyin's head and, in a few short moves where he gets his legs under him, pushes him backwards so the bed rises up to meet his lover. He supports him all the way so the fall doesn't hurt, but it accomplishes what Xichen wants and that is to be above him with those legs spread around his hips as he grinds in without pause, pinning Jiang Cheng down.
Nose-to-nose, he watches him steadily and lets out a shaky breath over those sweet lips, looming over him. ]
[ Jiang Cheng makes a surprised little noise as he’s moved to be on his back, lifting his eyes to look up at his partner, eyes dark and searching over his face. His hips rock up gently, chasing the feeling, and he does his best not to laugh from shyness and nerves that overtake him. ]
How can I hush when you’re also…
[ It feels good to be lying here like this, and he tilts his head up, chasing a willing mouth. ]
[ He kisses him hungrily to stop those words, not wanting to hear how handsome he is or anything of the sort. When he hooks a hand under a knee and hikes a thigh up, showing him how to wrap his legs around, all Xichen cares about is rocking their bodies together through masses of wide trousers left in place. Hard and thrilled by his eager, adorable partner, he wants him to feel the effect Jiang Cheng has had. ]
[ He can feel it almost immediately, the noise pushed out of him with a sharp, choked noise, his own body instinctively pushing up to follow. This is all a revelation, and his hands scramble, desperate to push away the layers of clothing to see and touch, not thinking of nerves any longer. There’s a desperation to please that he can’t ignore.]
[ He lets him remove whatever he wants from Xichen, wanting to give him the chance to touch and explore. It all makes him shiver, anyway. What he doesn't do is undress the remainder of Jiang Cheng's clothing, allowing him to decide how much of his own clothing he wants to do away with.
Kissing him deeply, he pours a low moan over the tongue wrapped around his and grinds the hard line of his cock against what he can feel of Jiang Cheng's, a slow and measured pace to show him how to draw out the pleasure. No need to rush, he tries to say with his body, I'm here and I want you. ]
[ Jiang Cheng understands the gift he is being given here - there are no demands more than this, and he does not have to do anything that he is truly without comfort for. Instead he is allowed to reach out and touch, to feel the soft skin of hip. Xichen allows him to pull clothing down, clearly more confident than Jiang Cheng could hope to be, and he wants to touch more than he can say.
He’s distracted by the kiss, the roll of hips, groaning into the press of mouths as his own body grinds back, shifting to rolls his hips up so their cocks continue to slide against one another. It’s not as intense as it might be without clothing, but it is enough for now, his mind catching up to what is happening to his body.
Slowly, his hand sinks lower, pressing into the curve of thigh before he lets careful, explorative fingers wrap around Xichen’s cock, tracing it carefully before wrapping his fingers properly and moving, careful and cautious. ]
[ The breathy gasps that leave him paint their way up a jaw and pry open those lips for messy kisses as his cock is stroked by inexpert fingers. Xichen watches him through fluttering lashes when he can, the driving of his hips showing Jiang Cheng how he wants to be pleasured; how he would want to take him, if they went that far.
He twitches in that palm, precome smearing over Jiang Cheng's wrist. He can't remember the last time he was so hard, aching with it. ]
[ My a-Cheng, he says, and it feels so good to be claimed, to belong to someone. Jiang Cheng has touched himself like this before, locked behind careful layers of screens and doors in his own room, hissing out quiet noises and wondering what someone else could feel like, but he’s never dreamed of touching someone else.
He tries to follow the way that Xichen moves his hips, to mirror what he himself might enjoy, almost careless in his desire to please.
Jiang Cheng kisses back hard, teeth scraping against Xichen’s mouth, biting at his lip and chasing the press of their tongues tighter - messy and wanton and wonderful. ]
That's so when I'm inside you, [ artlessly kissing, he hums into the press of that mouth, ] or you're inside me, [ which he would want from Jiang Cheng, whom he trusts so much, ] it leaves a burn that can never be forgotten.
[ His cock is slicked up by his own precome and that industrious hand, starting to fuck it in earnest when Jiang Cheng proves a fast learner who can keep pace. ]
[ Jiang Cheng truly cannot imagine which he would prefer - he’s heard whispers, the theory of what two men do together, impossible not to with his brother’s marriage, but he’d never thought of himself in that role. To give, or to take, he’s not sure where he’d like to be, but no matter how he pictures it… He finds that if it is Xichen above or below him he would be content.
Breathless, he looks up, eyes wide and dark, heady with want. ]
I don’t think I could forget either way, a-Huan.
[ He shifts, hips twitching up even as his hand keeps moving, drawing out all the pleasure he can from Xichen. ]
[ He covers that hand with his and twines their fingers together briefly, kissing the knuckles. His eyes are blown dark and full when he gazes down, hair a little mussed and headband askew. ]
I want to touch you too.
[ If Jiang Cheng consents, he might just get devoured. ]
[ His hand wraps around Xichen’s gently, squeezing, before he leans back. There’s still nervousness, a little uncertainty, but… He trusts this man. He trusts him completely. He wants this, more than he had ever realised. Careful hands drop to his waist. ]
[ His lips drop to an ear, a whisper of a breath tickling there; below, Xichen brushes aside those busy hands to take over undressing him. ]
You want me to pleasure you.
[ The wording is deliberately lewd as the last layer of clothing between them is parted, revealing Jiang Cheng to Xichen who makes a show of glancing down. His smile flicks back up, voice as soft as ever: the single pad of a fingertip traces the length of that needy cock from base to tip, barely there as he teases. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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[ 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?
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[ 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.
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Then allow me…
[ He leans in to kiss along Xichen’s neck, letting his teeth scrape a little, humming with pleasure. ]
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A-Cheng ...
[ Nails scrape up his lover's bare back as his own clothes fall apart under Jiang Cheng's dextrous hands, exposing his pale skin to the morning sunshine. The heat of their bodies feels like a furnace in the chill air. ]
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He is not, so he swallows his tongue and his words, shifting his hips to push even closer to Xichen, tucking their hips together. ]
You are terribly beautiful, a-Huan. I… I have never wanted someone so terribly.
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[ He huffs a shyer laugh than he intends, then bites over a heart where he can leave a mark that will be unseen, panting in between soft noises of pleasure. When his hips move, he drags Jiang Cheng in to meet him and groans. It's been too long without this kind of closeness and he never imagined he would share it with anyone ever again. ]
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[ The sound Xichen makes has Jiang Cheng staring at him, licking his lips, reeling from the feeling of teeth on his skin. He makes a soft noise, groaning quietly as he starts a steady rocking of his hips against the other man’s, maintaining it despite feeling like an inexperienced teen.
He wants to lay claim over this man, but they are not married. They’re not engaged or in talks. He’ll take what he can have for now and not take it for granted. ]
You can mark me. Where no one can see. It’s alright.
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You're too cute.
[ He cups the back of Wanyin's head and, in a few short moves where he gets his legs under him, pushes him backwards so the bed rises up to meet his lover. He supports him all the way so the fall doesn't hurt, but it accomplishes what Xichen wants and that is to be above him with those legs spread around his hips as he grinds in without pause, pinning Jiang Cheng down.
Nose-to-nose, he watches him steadily and lets out a shaky breath over those sweet lips, looming over him. ]
Hush about me when you're so beautiful.
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[ Jiang Cheng makes a surprised little noise as he’s moved to be on his back, lifting his eyes to look up at his partner, eyes dark and searching over his face. His hips rock up gently, chasing the feeling, and he does his best not to laugh from shyness and nerves that overtake him. ]
How can I hush when you’re also…
[ It feels good to be lying here like this, and he tilts his head up, chasing a willing mouth. ]
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[ He lets him remove whatever he wants from Xichen, wanting to give him the chance to touch and explore. It all makes him shiver, anyway. What he doesn't do is undress the remainder of Jiang Cheng's clothing, allowing him to decide how much of his own clothing he wants to do away with.
Kissing him deeply, he pours a low moan over the tongue wrapped around his and grinds the hard line of his cock against what he can feel of Jiang Cheng's, a slow and measured pace to show him how to draw out the pleasure. No need to rush, he tries to say with his body, I'm here and I want you. ]
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He’s distracted by the kiss, the roll of hips, groaning into the press of mouths as his own body grinds back, shifting to rolls his hips up so their cocks continue to slide against one another. It’s not as intense as it might be without clothing, but it is enough for now, his mind catching up to what is happening to his body.
Slowly, his hand sinks lower, pressing into the curve of thigh before he lets careful, explorative fingers wrap around Xichen’s cock, tracing it carefully before wrapping his fingers properly and moving, careful and cautious. ]
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[ The breathy gasps that leave him paint their way up a jaw and pry open those lips for messy kisses as his cock is stroked by inexpert fingers. Xichen watches him through fluttering lashes when he can, the driving of his hips showing Jiang Cheng how he wants to be pleasured; how he would want to take him, if they went that far.
He twitches in that palm, precome smearing over Jiang Cheng's wrist. He can't remember the last time he was so hard, aching with it. ]
Good! You're doing so well, my a-Cheng ...
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He tries to follow the way that Xichen moves his hips, to mirror what he himself might enjoy, almost careless in his desire to please.
Jiang Cheng kisses back hard, teeth scraping against Xichen’s mouth, biting at his lip and chasing the press of their tongues tighter - messy and wanton and wonderful. ]
You’re so warm…!
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[ His cock is slicked up by his own precome and that industrious hand, starting to fuck it in earnest when Jiang Cheng proves a fast learner who can keep pace. ]
Keep doing that, love, and I won't last ...
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Breathless, he looks up, eyes wide and dark, heady with want. ]
I don’t think I could forget either way, a-Huan.
[ He shifts, hips twitching up even as his hand keeps moving, drawing out all the pleasure he can from Xichen. ]
Is that what you want? Right now?
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[ He covers that hand with his and twines their fingers together briefly, kissing the knuckles. His eyes are blown dark and full when he gazes down, hair a little mussed and headband askew. ]
I want to touch you too.
[ If Jiang Cheng consents, he might just get devoured. ]
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[ His hand wraps around Xichen’s gently, squeezing, before he leans back. There’s still nervousness, a little uncertainty, but… He trusts this man. He trusts him completely. He wants this, more than he had ever realised. Careful hands drop to his waist. ]
Let’s get it off, I want -
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You want me to pleasure you.
[ The wording is deliberately lewd as the last layer of clothing between them is parted, revealing Jiang Cheng to Xichen who makes a show of glancing down. His smile flicks back up, voice as soft as ever: the single pad of a fingertip traces the length of that needy cock from base to tip, barely there as he teases. ]
You want me to make you come for me.
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