fennu | prompts / continuations.

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.

A-Huan, you -

[ He scowls a little, embarrassed more than anything else, lifting his eyes to gaze at the other man. He reaches out to touch his cheek, gentle. ]

You will need to bathe.

That is entirely your fault.

[ He swipes the mess off his face and licks his fingers clean so that the taste of Jiang Cheng's come is thoroughly sampled, rustling around to find his discarded clothes and pat the damp dry afterwards. Xichen drops down beside him on the bed, bringing the blankets across his lap where he's still hard. ]

I don't think I can face the Cold Pond, a hot bath would be better. Agreed?

I don't think that's fair.

[ Watching Xichen has him feeling very overwhelmed, however, and he gazes at him with wide eyes. He wants to reach out, wants to touch the hair and face again, but he hesitates, eyes drawn down to Xichen's cock. That's a problem he wants to deal with. ]

Maybe in a moment.

[ He's already shifting closer, intent written on his face. ]

[ His eyes track Jiang Cheng as he moves. ]

You don't have to.

[ With a glance down to indicate exactly what doesn't need attending, if Jiang Cheng prefers not to. Xichen isn't about to expect or demand anything, draping an arm above his head on the pillow as he settles comfortably in place. ]

You think I'd do something I didn't want to do? Do you know me at all?

[ He shifts, moving closer, leaning over Xichen. He could straddle him, or he could try and use his mouth, but he's not sure how confident he is about that just yet. Instead... He tugs on the sheets. ]

I'm just saying.

[ His manner is mild as Jiang Cheng huffs and puffs, petting his hair with a clean hand. The sheets are tugged free and Xichen lays there in all his nakedness with a knee splayed, a hard cock bowed toward his belly as he blushes all over and dark eyes rest fixedly on his lover, admiring him. ]

A-Cheng ...

What would you like me to do, a-Huan? I've never -

[ Of course he knows that he's never, and his fingers wrap around Xichen's cock gently, swallowing the lump in his throat. ]

I am a proficient student.

A-Ahh. [ His hitched breath takes him by surprise, smiling down at him. Xichen squirms against the bed, indulging in a stretch that rocks his erection into that hand. ] Tighten your hold and stroke, do that a while.

[ He won't last long anyway but it's incredibly fun to be teaching, as Jiang Cheng requested. ]

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