fennu | prompts / continuations.

[ 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. ]

Is that all you want?

[ He listens immediately, his grip tightening just a little, his fingers stroking over Xichen gently. The stretch of Xichen's body, the way he moves and shifts... He is so beautiful. ]

No, but ...

[ Asking more of an unseasoned lover feels so rude. The fact Xichen is already gripping the pillow as he bats his lashes down at Jiang Cheng speaks to how aroused he is by him, even without the evidence in-hand, and it's difficult to focus. ]

But what? How can I learn if I don't try?

[ Jiang Cheng's eyes are stuck on him, trying to drag his eyes down to where Xichen's cock is, feeling warm and a little flustered. ]

Or we can wait, until we have more time.

[ So stubborn. He has to learn to trust that Jiang Cheng means what he says about not being pushed into something he won't want. ]

Alright. [ A tug on that hair gets Jiang Cheng back for his cheekiness, gentle and brief. Xichen glances down to that hand wrapped around him, then back up. ] I want your mouth on me, any way you want. Take your time.

Fine, fine. I'm listening.

[ He is stubborn until the end, and he gives Xichen a glance, filled with want - he wants to do this, wants to experience, to explore, to bring pleasure.

Leaning down, Jiang Cheng shifts. Would it be easy enough to just replicate what Xichen did to him? He wraps his mouth around the tip of Xichen's cock, testing his boundaries while pressing with his tongue. ]

Mmnn.

[ The grunts in the back of his throat are barely swallowed as he grits his teeth, petting the hair tangled around his fingers to let Jiang Cheng feel the encouragement there. The heat of that lovely mouth has Xichen's cock twitching, precome beading from the slit to paint that inquisitive tongue, and he shivers against the bed as his eyes fall shut. ]

A-Cheng, a-Cheng ...

[ Jiang Cheng takes his time, doesn’t push himself too far, takes it slow. It’s not as difficult as he had thought, at least at first, and he closes his eyes and hums in response to Xichen’s sounds, determined to draw more out of him. He sinks lower, mirroring what he felt when Xichen touched him, pleased him, his hand lifting to encircle where his mouth hasn’t reached. ]

[ Xichen's moans fill the Hanshi, low and breathy as he kneads a fistful of Jiang Cheng's hair just to keep reassuring him he's doing well. He's already come once so his body is arching even as he tries to keep his hips on the bed and not choke Wanyin, too over-sensitised to handle much more than a few minutes of being pleasured. When he bites his lip and a louder noise breaks past his bitten lips, the shuddering tension in his lower half ought to be taken as a warning. ]

I ... I have to —

[ Jiang Cheng leans back, drawing his mouth away for a moment. Is he ready for Xichen to spend in his mouth? He doesn’t think so, so he leans close instead, flicking his tongue before he pulls back. It’ll be enough to come on his face, his chest… Surely? It would be enough for him. Breathing out a sharp noise, he nods. ]

Show me, a-Huan. Come for me.

[ He arches against the bed in a wave as he tries and fails to hold off, wanting to last longer but already too wound up by the sight and feel of Jiang Cheng poured over him so attentively. His grip in long hair tightens and he tips his head back on a loud moan as he comes, spilling all over the encircling fingers and whichever part of his lover is closest, vision briefly whiting out as he does so only to drop his shoulders back to the mattress in a heavy heap, panting hard. ]

A-Cheng, a-Cheng ...

[ There's a little on his neck and chest, but that's fine as far as Jiang Cheng is concerned - if some reached his hair that would only be a fair trade. Leaning back, he breathes out a soft noise and shakes his head, trying not to look too terribly fond. ]

Good enough?

Mmmm ...

[ The drowsy way he sits up, hair fluffy and askew, answers that. He gathers a sleeve of his robes off the floor to carefully clean off Jiang Cheng with, then wraps his arms around him to coax him down for a cuddle. ]

Stay here awhile ...

[ He needs to nap and would prefer to do so with his lover. ]

Ah, a-Huan...

[ It feels a little daring, but he's pulled down into it all the same, shifting his weight to tuck a little closer. ]

Just a short while.

[ Grumbling under his breath about the cold, for once, he buries them under the blanket and winds a leg between Jiang Cheng's to keep him close, nosing his hair. There's nothing but the soft bubbling of a brook somewhere behind the Hanshi and birdsong as the day picks up, although occasionally voices pass by on the pathways outside; for the most part it's a cosy escape from the rest of the world as they settle in for a cosy, undisturbed nap.

Until he hears the crowing laughter of Wei Wuxian in the not-so-far-off distance and raises his head in mild alarm, trying to figure out how far away that voice is. ]

[ Jiang Cheng only stirs when he feels Xichen move beside him, and at first he reaches for a sword that isn't there before memories rush back to him. He'd be content to cuddle up again, but - he knows that voice, that laughter, better than anyone. He shifts, almost dramatically, and tumbles out of the bed. ]

Ah -

A-Cheng! Are you al —

[ 'Xiongzhang?' is called from the doorway, making Xichen fluster around for his nightrobes which sit unused next to the bed. ]

I'm not decent! Please wait a moment.

[ Calling to Wangji on the other side of the screens, he looks around for where to hide Jiang Cheng. Under the blanket? Ah! ]

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