[ 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. ]
Yes, I - I want you. I want you to touch me, to have me, completely, I - I’m yours, a-Huan.
[ There’s no room for embarrassment or shame when he is bared like this, when Xichen’s hand is reaching down and wrapping around him, already beginning to give more pleasure than he could’ve guessed. It feels so different from his own hand, his own touch, that it’s too much.
It feels like he’ll lose himself and come too soon: it’s to mortifying. He has to let this last longer, has to let this be drawn out, be as perfect as possible. ]
[ The flood of affection he feels has him finally wrapping his fingers around that cock properly and instead of a feathery tease he strokes him, taking on board the magnitude of those declarations but shelving them for later. Jiang Cheng shouldn't have his first sexual encounter be painful in any way, and it would be.
He kisses him on the cheek, brushing back his hair so he can watch the way the other man keen beneath him. ]
You're such a good boy.
[ The scant years between them don't matter in this bed, nor does the fact Jiang Cheng is a grown man and Sext Leader besides. Here, he's inexperienced as a teen and all Xichen's to teach, as requested.
He swipes his thumb over a slit, rubbing the tip over and over to see what he likes. ]
[ The praise shouldn’t send as much of a thrill through him as it does, and it’s as if he’s been struck by lightning, as though zidian itself has come to life and left an imprint on his skin. His hips cant up gently, shifting into the touch of Xichen’s hand, licking his lips and trying to wrestle with his breathing.
Xichen can call him anything he wants, can praise him however he likes, because it feels wonderful. It’s a little heady, knowing that he’s this wanted. That Xichen thinks he’s worthy of praise, of celebrating, of giving pleasure. ]
I… I want to be.
[ Moaning, head tilted back, he turns his head to steal a kiss, hands lifting to stroke along Xichen’s body gently, trying to find any part of his body that might inspire more want. ]
[ He shifts to nudge those legs farther apart and drops his weight between them, wrapping his hand around them both so Jiang Cheng can feel the hard, hot length of his cock rubbing up against his own. With his fist a funnel, he shows him it's okay to fuck as he pleases, to feel as much as he needs to.
[ They press together, their cocks rubbing and moving against one another, and all he can do is moan. He wants more of it, licking his lips and shifting his hips to grind into his partner. It’s not going to take much more than this, and his leg shifts, hooking around Xichen as best he can and huffing his name with a little moan.
Each kiss feels incredible, like breathing new life into him, and he yearns for more. ]
Do it, come for me. Come, a-Cheng, show me how lovely you are.
[ The slick glide of precome helps as he moves his hand faster, matching the pace Jiang Cheng needs and nuzzling the curve of his neck as he starts to tense up over him. The line of his shoulders goes taut as Xichen tries to exert self-control and get his lover off first, kisses painting a pulse as his fist flies over them. ]
[ Jiang Cheng can feel how close Xichen is, the taunt pull of his body - that’s a familiar feeling, an echo of his own body, and he groans, head tilting back. As soon as the praise comes rolling off Xichen’s tongue he grits his teeth, as if he can muffle his own noises.
It takes one or two more drags of their cocks together for Jiang Cheng to groan Xichen’s name, pulling his mouth away from kisses and the warm heat of his lover’s body as he comes. He feels dirty, messy, but it feels amazing. ]
[ Later he will be worried he was missing a-Yao, then the memory of what Jiang Cheng looks like when he comes will obliterate all those concerns in a heartbeat.
Xichen works him through his orgasm then releases that spent cock to finish himself off with a deep, low groan from the pit of his core, mouthing it against a shoulder as he tenses up and spills over his own fingers and Jiang Cheng's belly, a possessive thread in his veins deeply satisfied to mark him that way. Dirty and messy, yes, but his. He did that.
Panting harshly where his head has dropped to a shoulder, he slumps beside him and keeps an arm open in case Jiang Cheng wants to cuddle closer as the world spins. ]
[ Watching Xichen fall apart like this is incredible, and Jiang Cheng can’t do much more than stare at him, drinking it in, relishing it. He looks beautiful at all times, of course, but all the more beautiful for his pleasure. He certainly can’t deny that he wants to see it again, to see if he can draw more of that want and pleasure out of him again.
He is messy, a little dirty, but he doesn’t know if he cares right now. Instead, he shifts a little, turning to look at his lover. He isn’t sure, for a moment, if he’s really welcome into his arms again, but he wiggles a little to get out of his clothes and moves closer, leaning down to kiss Xichen softly.
He can’t resist it. Not for even a second. Slowly, he sees if he can tuck himself into Xichen’s side. ]
[ How very appropriate, he thinks as they kiss, that they are doing this in the broad light of day and not under cover of dark. No stolen glances, not inferences of intent, it's all so straight-forward and affectionate that he revels in wrapping his arms around Jiang Cheng when he sinks at his side. It's not even noon.
Kicking off his trousers and using them to swipe away the worst of the mess is less dignified, but then he can tug the bedsheet over them and snuggle down.
He can't stop smiling, nestling into Jiang Cheng's hair. ]
[ There is enough of them that they must’ve broken at least half a dozen, if not more, but he feels vaguely shameless about it. He’s proud of being able to draw Xichen out of his shell, to be able to be the one to put those expressions on his face. He is the one that was able to reach out and touch him and bring him pleasure.
It is one of the most embarrassing things he has ever done, terribly illicit - he doesn’t know if he’s feeling an odd sense of confusion inside of himself, licking his lips. Even if this is the one time the two of them do this… He can accept that. This will be something he can keep in his memories forever.
[ Playing with Jiang Cheng's hair, he smooths his other hand up and down his back to stave off the morning chill under the blankets. ]
Allow me to humbly beg that you stay at least a week. [ His smile quirks and he slides his hand down to rest on the curve of a backside. ] The lessons will be long.
[ A crude joke from Jiang Cheng? It can happen. He shifts to lean into all the idle touches, glad for the promise of more time. It makes him feel bold enough to lean up to take a kiss, softer and slower than before, brushing their mouths together.
A week is some time, but no one would begrudge him time learning from the famed Zewu-jun. It can be arranged, surely. Easily done. He nods. ]
A week, then. But you are responsible for either hiding my time or dissuading my brother from disturbing us.
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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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[ There’s no room for embarrassment or shame when he is bared like this, when Xichen’s hand is reaching down and wrapping around him, already beginning to give more pleasure than he could’ve guessed. It feels so different from his own hand, his own touch, that it’s too much.
It feels like he’ll lose himself and come too soon: it’s to mortifying. He has to let this last longer, has to let this be drawn out, be as perfect as possible. ]
I want to come for you.
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He kisses him on the cheek, brushing back his hair so he can watch the way the other man keen beneath him. ]
You're such a good boy.
[ The scant years between them don't matter in this bed, nor does the fact Jiang Cheng is a grown man and Sext Leader besides. Here, he's inexperienced as a teen and all Xichen's to teach, as requested.
He swipes his thumb over a slit, rubbing the tip over and over to see what he likes. ]
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Xichen can call him anything he wants, can praise him however he likes, because it feels wonderful. It’s a little heady, knowing that he’s this wanted. That Xichen thinks he’s worthy of praise, of celebrating, of giving pleasure. ]
I… I want to be.
[ Moaning, head tilted back, he turns his head to steal a kiss, hands lifting to stroke along Xichen’s body gently, trying to find any part of his body that might inspire more want. ]
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[ He shifts to nudge those legs farther apart and drops his weight between them, wrapping his hand around them both so Jiang Cheng can feel the hard, hot length of his cock rubbing up against his own. With his fist a funnel, he shows him it's okay to fuck as he pleases, to feel as much as he needs to.
A moan pours into the kiss, breathless. ]
My sweet boy ...
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[ They press together, their cocks rubbing and moving against one another, and all he can do is moan. He wants more of it, licking his lips and shifting his hips to grind into his partner. It’s not going to take much more than this, and his leg shifts, hooking around Xichen as best he can and huffing his name with a little moan.
Each kiss feels incredible, like breathing new life into him, and he yearns for more. ]
I’m…
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[ The slick glide of precome helps as he moves his hand faster, matching the pace Jiang Cheng needs and nuzzling the curve of his neck as he starts to tense up over him. The line of his shoulders goes taut as Xichen tries to exert self-control and get his lover off first, kisses painting a pulse as his fist flies over them. ]
Good boy, go on, good boy ...
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It takes one or two more drags of their cocks together for Jiang Cheng to groan Xichen’s name, pulling his mouth away from kisses and the warm heat of his lover’s body as he comes. He feels dirty, messy, but it feels amazing. ]
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Xichen works him through his orgasm then releases that spent cock to finish himself off with a deep, low groan from the pit of his core, mouthing it against a shoulder as he tenses up and spills over his own fingers and Jiang Cheng's belly, a possessive thread in his veins deeply satisfied to mark him that way. Dirty and messy, yes, but his. He did that.
Panting harshly where his head has dropped to a shoulder, he slumps beside him and keeps an arm open in case Jiang Cheng wants to cuddle closer as the world spins. ]
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He is messy, a little dirty, but he doesn’t know if he cares right now. Instead, he shifts a little, turning to look at his lover. He isn’t sure, for a moment, if he’s really welcome into his arms again, but he wiggles a little to get out of his clothes and moves closer, leaning down to kiss Xichen softly.
He can’t resist it. Not for even a second. Slowly, he sees if he can tuck himself into Xichen’s side. ]
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Kicking off his trousers and using them to swipe away the worst of the mess is less dignified, but then he can tug the bedsheet over them and snuggle down.
He can't stop smiling, nestling into Jiang Cheng's hair. ]
This is very ilicit.
[ Terrible of them, really. Oh no. ]
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[ There is enough of them that they must’ve broken at least half a dozen, if not more, but he feels vaguely shameless about it. He’s proud of being able to draw Xichen out of his shell, to be able to be the one to put those expressions on his face. He is the one that was able to reach out and touch him and bring him pleasure.
It is one of the most embarrassing things he has ever done, terribly illicit - he doesn’t know if he’s feeling an odd sense of confusion inside of himself, licking his lips. Even if this is the one time the two of them do this… He can accept that. This will be something he can keep in his memories forever.
He is happy. ]
I find I don’t care.
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[ Playing with Jiang Cheng's hair, he smooths his other hand up and down his back to stave off the morning chill under the blankets. ]
Allow me to humbly beg that you stay at least a week. [ His smile quirks and he slides his hand down to rest on the curve of a backside. ] The lessons will be long.
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[ A crude joke from Jiang Cheng? It can happen. He shifts to lean into all the idle touches, glad for the promise of more time. It makes him feel bold enough to lean up to take a kiss, softer and slower than before, brushing their mouths together.
A week is some time, but no one would begrudge him time learning from the famed Zewu-jun. It can be arranged, surely. Easily done. He nods. ]
A week, then. But you are responsible for either hiding my time or dissuading my brother from disturbing us.
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The kiss has him melting against the pillows, idly tracing arabesques all over Jiang Cheng's naked back and hips. ]
Nothing will dissuade him from seeing you, like a fox scenting an egg he will come for you.
[ You're doomed, babe. ]
The nights, however, may be ours.
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