[ He remains stately as a deer, only the flicker of his lashes betraying his flirtatiousness. Yesterday he was half a wreck, tonight Xichen feels more like a whole person and less like the shards of one glued together. ]
You are not declining.
[ One more sip of his second drink and he thinks ... yes, he might have to leave his alcohol there for the night, perhaps. A pleasant heat is simmering through him already. ]
[ Xichen is endearing, more than he can possibly say, and Jiang Cheng takes another drink before he puts his cup down and reaches out to touch Xichen's hand gently. ]
A-Huan. I would enjoy spending the evening with you, and learning all sorts of new things.
[ He brings that hand to his lips for a lingering kiss, humming against it as he closes his eyes. His voice is lower than intended, a promise as a purr. ]
Only Yunmeng Jiang is interested in the Twin Jades of Gusu, so our secrets are safe for now.
[ He plays a little with the corner of Jiang Cheng's sleeve, rubbing it between his fingers just because he can, and that alcohol is a nice buzz on the peripheries of his senses. ]
[ That can't possibly be true, but Jiang Cheng does not comment, accepting it for what it is. He turns his hand, letting his fingers slip into Xichen's gently. ]
[ He plays with those fingers for a moment, then yanks on a wrist to get Jiang Cheng closer and catches him in his other arm, blue fabric swirling around him like a cloud. Near enough to steal a peck on the lips, Xichen's eyes are teasing while his smile is soft. ]
You would not be invited into my bed for a second time if I didn't think you were, sweet a-Cheng.
Mm. Very much so, [ as aligned noses brush, his lips graze over Jiang Cheng's with not-kisses, ] from the sincerity in your bones to the sighs that escape you in bed. Sweet, all of you.
[ If no one else can see it, it is their loss. Xichen does. ]
[ He really, really is, with more eagerness than he ever thought he would feel again for anyone. Running his hands all over Jiang Cheng from his thighs to his chest, just to feel the shape of his body, he tugs on those robes to get him settled properly on Xichen's lap. No matter they are sat on the floor. He doesn't care about much beyond kissing him light as a feather, teasing with fleeting licks that never give more than a little heated breath.
He toys with him, watching from underneath long lashes. ]
I have never craved anyone like this before.
[ Like this being the point; with total trust. Even with a-Yao at the best of times, the flattery and neediness always felt a little overdone. Xichen hadn't wanted to second-guess the sincerity in those advances at the time, and so given in: it turns out, he should have followed his better instincts. The difference in the two men is night and day, and Xichen now vastly prefers the violet hue of twilight to scalding sunshine. There's a coolness to Jiang Cheng's honesty, it doesn't scald and demand attention. It's simply always there, faithful as the moon.
Jiang Cheng's mouth is also terribly kissable, it's hard to stay aloof as he plucks light pecks from those lips. ]
[ Jiang Cheng can’t help but shift, leaning in to press up and steal more kisses. It is completely addictive and he wants so much more of it, desperate for more of the closeness and connection that comes hand in hand with this. The way that he’s flushed, the way that he wants… It feels a little like he’s falling into a pool of deep, warm water and he doesn’t want it to stop for even a moment.
He shifts, settling properly on Xichen’s lap, an arm lifting to rest on his chest gently. He feels far more prepared that he did this morning, or even the night before, but he still knows that he has so much to learn. The promise of it makes him feel heavy and bubbling with want.
He wants this. More than he thought he ever would. ]
A-Huan…
[ He leans in, kissing his jaw, cuddling a little closer. ]
I have never wanted anyone the way that I want you. The way I desire you. Everything you have to offer me.
[ Traces of humour heat the praise he pours into Jiang Cheng's ear.
A shiver races down his spine, throat working to swallow nothing as kisses travel his jaw and Jiang Cheng crawls in as close as their position allows. Xichen guides those hips to grind down, already growing hard out of a combination of sheer want and the recklessness of one and a half cups of wine, too impatient to wait any longer. ]
Do you want me inside you, a-Cheng? I want to hear you say it.
[ The praise shouldn’t thrill him as much as it does, his eyes dark with want. Xichen is reading him like a book, and he lets his hips settle, widening as he presses down to grind gently. Perhaps they should’ve focussed more on eating, less on drinking and lust, but he can’t be blamed.
Shaking his head, he kisses him again, trying to replicate what he’s taught with a king, slow kiss. ]
[ He drags those hips down to meet his as he hardens, grunting low as his body swiftly decides that yes, it wants exactly as Jiang Cheng demands, and it actually wants him with such ferocity that Xichen feels momentarily dizzy. When he kisses him again he grabs at an ass and shows Jiang Cheng how to move on his lap. Practice for when they have no clothes. ]
Like this when you ride me, [ dark eyes never leave his lover's face, ] slow and deep. We're going to do it like this first, alright? So you can stop any time you like, but you can have it all if you need me too.
[ Jiang Cheng rolls his hips gently, grinding gently and wrapping his arms around Xichen’s neck. The hand on his ass is enough to make him hum with pleasure, letting himself draw out the kiss before he hums softly. It’s still embarrassing, and overwhelming, but he can’t help how much he wants this. It’s a repetitive, echoing feeling inside of him, cock hard and moving against the solid weight of Xichen against him.
He wants to peel the other man out of his layers, but he’s focussed on his lover’s words. ]
I - okay. I’ll trust you.
[ Leaning in, he kisses him again. ]
You’ll - you will need to use your fingers first, won’t you?
[ My clever boy. Never mind the mere handful of years between them or the perfectly capable grown man in his lap, Jiang Cheng has an innocence about him that makes him sound younger than he is and it's endearing. It makes Xichen want to be responsible for every part of slowly debauching him. ]
Yes, we have oil to help, otherwise it hurts.
[ He does not own his brother's furious impatience, nor in his wildest dreams would he expect Jiang Cheng to prefer such a thing like Wangji's own husband. Xichen is going to make this as painless as possible. ]
You feel so good, a-Cheng ... even like this. So pretty.
[ One of his hands sacrifices its grip on that backside to cup Jiang Cheng's face, fingers sinking into his hair so that when they kiss Xichen can keep him right there, devouring him with the kind of lust that makes him shudder. ]
[ Jiang Cheng thinks he is getting better at kissing now, practice making proficient as he leans into Xichen to kiss him a little harder, to taste his mouth, to deepen the kiss and drown in it. He refuses to give in the the urge to be overwhelmed, to let Xichen have total control, but that’s a fight worth having. He leans back only to breathe, to feel the twitch of his hips gently. ]
I want you to. I want all of you.
[ His hands move finally, reaching to unpin his hair, placing it aside as soon as the fingers start to drag through it. He then goes to do the same for Xichen, dancing around the obvious ribbon as carefully as he can. Then Jiang Cheng goes back to the kiss, his fingers cupping Xichen’s face.
Admitting his wants is a little overwhelming, but he’s happy about his want. He’s proud of being able to say it. ]
[ His a-Cheng is a fast learner, quick and clever when it comes to pleasure just as much as wielding a blade. Xichen loves to run his fingers through that loosened hair as they kiss and remains hyper-aware of where Jiang Cheng touches in his own. So respectful ...
He breaks the kisses to shares breaths for a moment, looking him in the eye as he brings those hands on his face back up to hover over the headband. ]
You said you were taking this seriously. Did you mean it?
[ It would be the equivalent to unmasking a woman, but then again this hasn't felt like being sullied or played with in the slightest. Xichen waits for Jiang Cheng's answer, willing to let him remove the headband if his intentions are genuine ... however things pan out in the future. ]
[ Jiang Cheng doesn’t know a huge amount about the particulars of the Lan Clan of Gusu, but everyone is aware of the importance of the headband. It was enough earlier, that Xichen had been willing to take it off and drop it away. Remove his restraint, let himself he bared… But letting Jiang Cheng do it as well?
That’s a little much, and he’s hesitating for a moment, but just a moment. He does want this, he is taking it seriously, he’s detained, and…
Swallowing, he nods his head. ]
A-Huan. I am serious. For as long as we can - for whatever you want -
[ He wants that too. Something he’d never been able to consider before now, opening his heart to the kind of yearning that had felt beyond him. But now it’s literally in his hands. He reaches up to take the headband away, careful. ]
[ There is no fairytale remedy for their lives but what he hears makes him smile, leaning into the headband being removed as its silk slips free. He wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng and kisses him soundly, nodding. ]
That is all I want.
[ To be loved as freely as Jiang Cheng is able.
... There is a glimmer of mischief in Xichen's eyes a moment before he rolls them over on the mats and kisses him again, enjoying it each time he gets to surprise Jiang Cheng by doing it whenever they are wrapped around each other. ]
[ Jiang Cheng let’s himself lean in and kiss Xichen’s forehead as soon as the ribbon is gone, but he’s definitely surprised as he turns around and ends up on his back, and he laughs a little. The ribbon is wrapped around his fingers as he lies back, his other hand wrapping around threads of Xichen’s hair. He’s so beautiful, Jiang Cheng thinks, smiling as he leans back.
Maybe it doesn’t matter if this is just for now. Maybe it’ll be okay. They can have this tenderness, this affection, the lust that flows through him.
Is he allowed to have fun? To enjoy himself? ]
I am yours, a-Huan, even if I have no ribbon to give you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
A-Huan!
[ He puts his cup down, touching his face gently, to try and hide the sudden embarrassment and the urge to choke on his drink. ]
You grow quite daring.
no subject
You are not declining.
[ One more sip of his second drink and he thinks ... yes, he might have to leave his alcohol there for the night, perhaps. A pleasant heat is simmering through him already. ]
no subject
A-Huan. I would enjoy spending the evening with you, and learning all sorts of new things.
[ At least he can be honest about that. ]
no subject
I intend to be very good to you, a-Cheng.
no subject
I have total faith in your abilities.
no subject
[ He will never stop teasing, nipping a finger of that hand before giving it back and calmly helping himself to his own dishes. ]
no subject
[ Jiang Cheng glares, just a little, before he turns back to his meal. ]
Imagine if the world knew the kind of tease you are.
no subject
[ He plays a little with the corner of Jiang Cheng's sleeve, rubbing it between his fingers just because he can, and that alcohol is a nice buzz on the peripheries of his senses. ]
no subject
Well, consider me seriously interested.
no subject
You would not be invited into my bed for a second time if I didn't think you were, sweet a-Cheng.
no subject
Sweet?
no subject
[ If no one else can see it, it is their loss. Xichen does. ]
no subject
[ Leaning in, he steals a little kiss, just a soft peck on his mouth. ]
I am looking forward to my education.
no subject
[ He really, really is, with more eagerness than he ever thought he would feel again for anyone. Running his hands all over Jiang Cheng from his thighs to his chest, just to feel the shape of his body, he tugs on those robes to get him settled properly on Xichen's lap. No matter they are sat on the floor. He doesn't care about much beyond kissing him light as a feather, teasing with fleeting licks that never give more than a little heated breath.
He toys with him, watching from underneath long lashes. ]
I have never craved anyone like this before.
[ Like this being the point; with total trust. Even with a-Yao at the best of times, the flattery and neediness always felt a little overdone. Xichen hadn't wanted to second-guess the sincerity in those advances at the time, and so given in: it turns out, he should have followed his better instincts. The difference in the two men is night and day, and Xichen now vastly prefers the violet hue of twilight to scalding sunshine. There's a coolness to Jiang Cheng's honesty, it doesn't scald and demand attention. It's simply always there, faithful as the moon.
Jiang Cheng's mouth is also terribly kissable, it's hard to stay aloof as he plucks light pecks from those lips. ]
You are ... everything I ever wanted.
no subject
He shifts, settling properly on Xichen’s lap, an arm lifting to rest on his chest gently. He feels far more prepared that he did this morning, or even the night before, but he still knows that he has so much to learn. The promise of it makes him feel heavy and bubbling with want.
He wants this. More than he thought he ever would. ]
A-Huan…
[ He leans in, kissing his jaw, cuddling a little closer. ]
I have never wanted anyone the way that I want you. The way I desire you. Everything you have to offer me.
no subject
[ Traces of humour heat the praise he pours into Jiang Cheng's ear.
A shiver races down his spine, throat working to swallow nothing as kisses travel his jaw and Jiang Cheng crawls in as close as their position allows. Xichen guides those hips to grind down, already growing hard out of a combination of sheer want and the recklessness of one and a half cups of wine, too impatient to wait any longer. ]
Do you want me inside you, a-Cheng? I want to hear you say it.
no subject
Shaking his head, he kisses him again, trying to replicate what he’s taught with a king, slow kiss. ]
So crude, a-Huan…
[ His voice feels a little hoarse. ]
I want you… I want you inside me. Please.
no subject
[ He drags those hips down to meet his as he hardens, grunting low as his body swiftly decides that yes, it wants exactly as Jiang Cheng demands, and it actually wants him with such ferocity that Xichen feels momentarily dizzy. When he kisses him again he grabs at an ass and shows Jiang Cheng how to move on his lap. Practice for when they have no clothes. ]
Like this when you ride me, [ dark eyes never leave his lover's face, ] slow and deep. We're going to do it like this first, alright? So you can stop any time you like, but you can have it all if you need me too.
no subject
He wants to peel the other man out of his layers, but he’s focussed on his lover’s words. ]
I - okay. I’ll trust you.
[ Leaning in, he kisses him again. ]
You’ll - you will need to use your fingers first, won’t you?
no subject
Yes, we have oil to help, otherwise it hurts.
[ He does not own his brother's furious impatience, nor in his wildest dreams would he expect Jiang Cheng to prefer such a thing like Wangji's own husband. Xichen is going to make this as painless as possible. ]
You feel so good, a-Cheng ... even like this. So pretty.
[ One of his hands sacrifices its grip on that backside to cup Jiang Cheng's face, fingers sinking into his hair so that when they kiss Xichen can keep him right there, devouring him with the kind of lust that makes him shudder. ]
no subject
I want you to. I want all of you.
[ His hands move finally, reaching to unpin his hair, placing it aside as soon as the fingers start to drag through it. He then goes to do the same for Xichen, dancing around the obvious ribbon as carefully as he can. Then Jiang Cheng goes back to the kiss, his fingers cupping Xichen’s face.
Admitting his wants is a little overwhelming, but he’s happy about his want. He’s proud of being able to say it. ]
no subject
He breaks the kisses to shares breaths for a moment, looking him in the eye as he brings those hands on his face back up to hover over the headband. ]
You said you were taking this seriously. Did you mean it?
[ It would be the equivalent to unmasking a woman, but then again this hasn't felt like being sullied or played with in the slightest. Xichen waits for Jiang Cheng's answer, willing to let him remove the headband if his intentions are genuine ... however things pan out in the future. ]
no subject
That’s a little much, and he’s hesitating for a moment, but just a moment. He does want this, he is taking it seriously, he’s detained, and…
Swallowing, he nods his head. ]
A-Huan. I am serious. For as long as we can - for whatever you want -
[ He wants that too. Something he’d never been able to consider before now, opening his heart to the kind of yearning that had felt beyond him. But now it’s literally in his hands. He reaches up to take the headband away, careful. ]
I’ll take care of you too.
no subject
That is all I want.
[ To be loved as freely as Jiang Cheng is able.
... There is a glimmer of mischief in Xichen's eyes a moment before he rolls them over on the mats and kisses him again, enjoying it each time he gets to surprise Jiang Cheng by doing it whenever they are wrapped around each other. ]
no subject
Maybe it doesn’t matter if this is just for now. Maybe it’ll be okay. They can have this tenderness, this affection, the lust that flows through him.
Is he allowed to have fun? To enjoy himself? ]
I am yours, a-Huan, even if I have no ribbon to give you.
[ The one in his hand feels warm. ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)