fennu | prompts / continuations.

People can be foolish.

[ He bites at a swell of muscle to leave a mark there, out of sight but perfectly able to be felt if Jiang Cheng sits down in the future. The trail his mouth takes leads him to trace over balls with soft, wet lips, making sure no inch goes unworshipped. Slowly, he starts licking his way even lower, finally dragging his tongue over a pink hole. ]

They see what they think they know of me -

[ The bite has him groaning, but as soon as Xichen moves lower he gets a little hesitant. It doesn’t feel right, somehow, his anxieties taking him over, but it feels good, a pleasure bubbling inside of him. He huffs out a little noise, arm lifting to cover his face. ]

A-Huan, you shouldn’t -

[ He answers those nerves by putting all his efforts into painting that rosy ass with firm strokes, trying to open him up on something softer than his fingers (which may be too jarring, he suspects). Shamelessly spreading those cheeks with his thumbs, Xichen moans up against that soft skin and shows no hesitation forcing that tight hole to take the spearing heat probing inside, tongue slipping past the rim. ]

[ It is intense, and utterly overwhelming - Jiang Cheng cannot out into words how incredibly intense it is, the way that Xichen keeps pushing. It feels a little bit like he might be shoved over the edge, as if this is trying to burn down any preconceived limits that he had, but those don’t matter. He’d never known it could feel this good because he’d never imagined doing it.

His hands grip at the fabric under him and he tries to moan around words that don’t form. ]

A-Huan-!

[ He hopes no one outside hears them, it is the middle of the day. Although, the only reason he wants to remain undisturbed is so no one else can see Jiang Cheng like this, nothing unselfish like guarding his honour. Possessiveness runs through his veins like molten lava, heating up his own lust so that he loses himself in pleasuring his lover.

He doesn't know how long he spends fucking his Wanyin with his tongue but it's enough that his jaw starts to ache. Xichen slides a hand up to see how Jiang Cheng's cock is responding, filling him up at the same time he strokes him with a soft palm. ]

[ His cock is hard, there’s no hiding how much he wants this, the way that he’s already so needy and desperate for what Xichen is willing to offer him. It’s intense, it feels almost too good, and briefly he wonders how he could have possibly come to deserve to feel this good. How did he get to a point where someone as wonderful as Xichen wanted to give him this?

Breathless, he arches his back a little, thrusting his hips up into the touch. Licking his lips, he tilts his head and tries to look down at him, flushed and breathing heavily. ]

I want - a-Huan, I want you. Please.

[ With one last swiping lick across that pretty hole he lifts his head, wipes his chin, and crawls back up Jiang Cheng's body to plant a kiss on his neck. At the same time, he lets him feel the pressure of a finger seeking entrance, far different to the yielding softness of a tongue as Xichen puts mild force behind it. ]

I'm not sure you could handle it right now, love.

But later?

[ Jiang Cheng can feel the gentle pressure and he doesn’t know what to do with it, shifting his hips with a gentle roll. What he wants is to push down, what he wants is to reach out and hold Xichen close, and he licks his lips, trying not to smile. ]

I want you to show me.

Later, [ he agrees fondly, when he has had time to prepare not only some oil and towels but his own mental state for taking a-Cheng's virginity, ] you'll see how well I can take care of you.

[ He can show him now how to ride that finger, a second lending gentle pressure to that soft rim to keep Jiang Cheng straining to open up, even though Xichen is so, so careful. For now he just seeks out a prostate to get Jiang Cheng fully on board with why this is likely the reason Wangji and Wuxian haven't come down the mountain yet, wanting to be the one who gives this to him. ]

Easy now, relax ...

I believe you. I trust you.

[ And he finds he does. Jiang Cheng doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t let his heart lay forward, doesn’t offer himself to people, but he has faith in Lan Xichen. He believes that no matter what happens things will be good, things will feel incredible, and he thrills in it. Jiang Cheng wants to be trusted, he wants to be taken care of and loved, and if he was more vulnerable he might give into the urge to cry.

Leaning back, he allows some of the tension to bleed out of his body, relaxing into the bed and sinking into the fabric. Idle fingers want to reach up and touch, but he feels too overwhelmed. ]

I’m trying.

[ Kisses are dappled all over the sensitive curve of Jiang Cheng's neck to give him something else to focus on as Xinchen sinks a second finger in and curls them ever so slightly, not aiming to make him sore but just to give him a taste of what it's like to trust a lover. ]

You're doing so well, you're always so good for me, a-Cheng ...

[ It’s an odd sensation, but not unpleasant, and Jiang Cheng’s hips shift a little as he chases the feeling, breathing out softly. Turning his head, he shifts to try and take a kiss, pushing his nose into Xichen’s skin. ]

You are wonderful.

My head will grow five times its size before you leave.

[ Laughter huffs into the kiss and he settles in beside him, his own erection resting idly by Jiang Cheng's hip as Xichen starts fucking him properly at last on his fingers, attentive to any reaction. ]

It will be like this, only better.

Better?

[ Jiang Cheng huffs a soft noise. This already feels remarkable - leaning over, he tilts his head up, expression soft and a little too tender, he thinks. One hand reaches out, searching, to try and find Xichen’s hips, to wrap a hand around his cock.

He wants to share this pleasure. He needs to make sure Xichen feels as good as he does. ]

You are making… High promises.

[ The look he gives him is just for Jiang Cheng, a lewd promise in the way he arches a brow. ]

I know what I am capable of.

[ Once he finds that sweet spot inside Jiang Cheng he gives it all his attention, rubbing over it without relent or mercy. ]

[ There’s a swell of softness inside of him, and he can’t drag his eyes away from Xichen. ]

I’ll believe it. A-Huan has never let us down.

[ His hips jerk and he cries out, trying to muffle it with a shift of his arm, head tilted back. ]

[ There's no interest in his own arousal as Jiang Cheng is flooded beneath his, kissing ardently all over that lovely elegant throat as his beautiful Wanyin is given over to moaning and moving and not much else. ]

Tonight when I'm inside you, a-Cheng ... [ Following the cues of the body beneath him, he sinks his fingers deeper to touch Jiang Cheng more thoroughly than anyone else could ever hope, a throb of want momentarily distracting him. ] I know you'll feel so perfect for me.

You -

[ Tonight. It’s a promise. Jiang Cheng knows it might only last for this week and they’ll separate after, but it’ll be enough. He’s been brought into a world of pleasure that he never could’ve hoped to experience - all because he happened to be nearby.

Huffing out a little noise, he swallows back the urge to moan all the more, just in case. ]

I will be all yours tonight, a-Huan.

Good boy.

[ He kisses his way back down that prone body and brushes the fingers of his free hand along that neglected cock, bringing it to his lips where Xichen swallows him down a few inches without prelude, wanting to show him the two different kinds of pleasure at once. ]

[ Jiang Cheng can’t help but jerk his hips up a little, both as response to the praise and the sudden burst of pleasure from his cock, but he does his best to keep still. That’s a mouth, and the last thing he wants is to do anything to displease or discomfort Xichen. Instead, he squeezes his eyes shut. ]

You- I am. For you?

Mmmhmm.

[ The way he hums his agreement sends vibrations through the length of that cock and he sinks lower to take more, absently matching the pace with the fingers buried inside tight heat. Dark eyes glance up as Xichen's cheeks hollow, and he hums again for longer. Yes, a-Cheng is his good boy. ]

[ That is a heady feeling, and Jiang Cheng makes a sharp little noise, choking it back. He feels as though he’s too close, that one more little touch is going to push him over the edge, feeling the flush all down his chest. It’s almost too perfect. ]

A-Huan, I want to, can I-

Yes.

[ He rubs his lips over the tip of that cock, tonguing the slit clean, and with the hand that isn't fucking Jiang Cheng he holds him down by a hip so he can only rock up a little. Xichen goes back to swallowing him down, right to the root, and the sloppy sounds of his sucking fill the Hanshi.

A week won't be long enough for all the ways he wants to fuck this man. ]

[ He can’t rock his hips up any more, but he doesn’t need to - the way that Xichen sinks down on him, the touch of his fingers, all of it. It’s enough and he moans, head tilted back as he comes again, pulled out of him like a punch to the gut. ]

[ Swallowing down what he can, Jiang Cheng still makes a mess of Xichen whose cheeks and parted lips, an extended tongue, catch the hot ribbons of come that scatter over his face and drip down; some gets in his hair.

Panting hard, he slides his fingers free to wipe on the sheets so they aren't sticky and lifts his head to gaze up, smile curling. ]

Nicely done, a-Cheng.

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