[ 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.
[ Liking how the ribbon looks tangled around those fingers, he kneels up between a pair of spread legs to take the time to wrap and neatly tie the headband around Jiang Cheng's wrist, looming over and running both hands over a chest once finished, plucking at his clothes. ]
[ It feels like a painfully monumental moment, and Jiang Cheng watches as the ribbon is wrapped around his wrist. His fingers flex a little and he breathes out, thinking about how intense it feels to look at the headband as Xichen wears it, when they’re together in a room with other people.
He shifts, lifting his chest to try and help tug his arms out of the robes, to give his lover freedom to touch. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ It feels like a heavy promise, but he’s willing to make it. He sighs softly, leaning back and stretching his arms. ]
[ Eagerly does he undress the other man, planting kisses here and there as Xichen brushes open those robes and finds the hot skin beneath that he loves to pinch and rub and bite. Once he has Jiang Cheng bared to the waist, he starts yanking off his own robes with far less care, tossing them in whichever direction is fastest until they match.
Then he guides Jiang Cheng's hand to the last ties at his hips, and starts unravelling his lover's to get his hand around that pretty cock again. ]
[ Jiang Cheng watches gleefully as Xichen bares himself, reaching without hesitation to undo the ties around his hips, to begin to tug them down. He wants to touch him again, wants to try wrapping a hand around him, or take him in his mouth, and more.
He wants it all so much.
His hips jerk a little, chasing a touch, and he hums softly. ]
We have time, [ hours and hours to explore each others bodies, ] do what you wish. I will like it, since it's you.
[ He slides a thigh up between those bare legs to settle them together and collects their cocks in a single hand, stroking them together and making himself moan against his lover's cheek. ]
[ He doesn't know the protocol of these things, of how fast he should go or what he ought to do, and so he relies on Xichen to guide him. Maybe it isn't fair, but he simply doesn't know. ]
I can't help it.
[ They're pressed together and Jiang Cheng groans, reaching down to nudge Xichen's hand away and try and take control. ]
[ All good students take the initiative and Xichen lets Jiang Cheng do just that, a shaken sigh leaving him against the throat he's busy kissing when his lover bats his hand away to stroke them instead. He rocks into that fist to an unhurried pace, adoring how thoughtful Jiang Cheng is, how good and sweet ...
A light hand caresses its way up that lean, powerful body to gently squeeze a pec, kneading there with a thumb brushing over a nipple in time to Jiang Cheng's strokes below, seeing if he likes it. ]
[ His hand strokes over Xichen’s cock gently, mind cast back to what he could remember from earlier that day. It feels baffling to think it wasn’t even that long ago, while at the same time feeling so far away. He tilts his head to try and watch both his hand and Xichen.
It’s hard to focus when he has a hand exploring him, and he hums softly with pleasure, body lifting up to lean into the other man’s touch, eyes dragging up to gaze at his handsome face. ]
[ Laughing as he leans up from nuzzling a neck to steal a kiss instead, his smile brims with pleased mischief. His voice is breathier than usual, breath stolen by the way he is being touched across the tip of his cock. ]
Flattery can also be true. [ He pinches lightly at the nipple under his fingertips. ] Complaining?
[ Jiang Cheng shakes his head, leaning up to press their mouths together solidly, hand moving without pause, desperate to see Xichen start to fall apart at least a little. ]
[ Cheeky. Xichen is stopped from replying by the groan that sticks in his throat as he bucks harder, hips driving forward insistently before he can stop himself. ]
Oh ...
[ It's been a while, knowing how good it can be has him almost vibrating with the need to be attended beyond that diligent hand. When he raises his bowed head his eyes are dark and hungry, thumbing across Jiang Cheng's lips and tugging the lower down, soft and wet. Lovely. He liked seeing him dripping in come, before. ]
A-Cheng, [ he reads the confidence in the other man, liking that too even as he grips his chin, ] if you make me come too soon I won't be able to fuck you.
[ They had recovered quickly enough together before, but maybe things will be different now. It’s something a little more intense, after all, and he’s being promised something… Jiang Cheng isn’t even sure what the right word is. It feels as though his mouth is filled with cotton.
His fingers don’t slip away, but they do slow, gentler. ]
[ That cheekiness makes his smile deepen, eyes twinkling with humour even as he tsks. ]
Very well. Hold on.
[ That's all the warning Jiang Cheng gets before his hand is batted away and Xichen is hooking his hands under a pair of thighs to scoop the other man up into his arms, levying onto his heels and then standing up with a fluidity that he hopes is annoying. If he's going to be goaded, he's going to play too. Carrying his lover to their bed is just a bonus as far as he is concerned. ]
[ The tsk has him scowling, ever so briefly, but it's being lifted that makes him the most irritated, his eyes widening as arms and legs both wrap around Xichen. ]
[ He truly isn't trying to draw up all the differences between Jiang Cheng and Jin Guangyao, but the fact he's being genuinely told off makes him smile, kissing him on the cheek. It doesn't feel like he's being pandered to at all, the experience of having a lover who is his own person (and not weaving his wants snd desires solely through Xichen's) is a breath of fresh air. ]
I like your surprised face, it's very cute. Angry as a startled tiger.
[ Jiang Cheng will find himself pressed back into the bed and kissed passionately as Xichen covers him, loving the way their skin feels sliding over each other when he aches in. He pets down a side, skimming back up again for the sheer joy of touching his hissing, feline lover. If he could wrap around him like a dragon he would. ]
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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.
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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?
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ Liking how the ribbon looks tangled around those fingers, he kneels up between a pair of spread legs to take the time to wrap and neatly tie the headband around Jiang Cheng's wrist, looming over and running both hands over a chest once finished, plucking at his clothes. ]
You can keep it until I need it again.
[ Until they are finished for the night. ]
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He shifts, lifting his chest to try and help tug his arms out of the robes, to give his lover freedom to touch. ]
I’ll keep it safe.
[ It feels like a heavy promise, but he’s willing to make it. He sighs softly, leaning back and stretching his arms. ]
Will you touch me?
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[ Eagerly does he undress the other man, planting kisses here and there as Xichen brushes open those robes and finds the hot skin beneath that he loves to pinch and rub and bite. Once he has Jiang Cheng bared to the waist, he starts yanking off his own robes with far less care, tossing them in whichever direction is fastest until they match.
Then he guides Jiang Cheng's hand to the last ties at his hips, and starts unravelling his lover's to get his hand around that pretty cock again. ]
Here now, beautiful. Isn't that better, hmm?
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[ Jiang Cheng watches gleefully as Xichen bares himself, reaching without hesitation to undo the ties around his hips, to begin to tug them down. He wants to touch him again, wants to try wrapping a hand around him, or take him in his mouth, and more.
He wants it all so much.
His hips jerk a little, chasing a touch, and he hums softly. ]
Mm. Can I touch you, or do you want to just -
[ Fingers. ]
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[ He slides a thigh up between those bare legs to settle them together and collects their cocks in a single hand, stroking them together and making himself moan against his lover's cheek. ]
You're always so hard for me.
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I can't help it.
[ They're pressed together and Jiang Cheng groans, reaching down to nudge Xichen's hand away and try and take control. ]
I intend to learn everything that you enjoy most.
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A light hand caresses its way up that lean, powerful body to gently squeeze a pec, kneading there with a thumb brushing over a nipple in time to Jiang Cheng's strokes below, seeing if he likes it. ]
You are so beautiful.
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It’s hard to focus when he has a hand exploring him, and he hums softly with pleasure, body lifting up to lean into the other man’s touch, eyes dragging up to gaze at his handsome face. ]
You are a flatterer.
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Flattery can also be true. [ He pinches lightly at the nipple under his fingertips. ] Complaining?
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Ah - no, not currently. I have no reason to.
[ That would be very poor form. ]
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Oh ...
[ It's been a while, knowing how good it can be has him almost vibrating with the need to be attended beyond that diligent hand. When he raises his bowed head his eyes are dark and hungry, thumbing across Jiang Cheng's lips and tugging the lower down, soft and wet. Lovely. He liked seeing him dripping in come, before. ]
A-Cheng, [ he reads the confidence in the other man, liking that too even as he grips his chin, ] if you make me come too soon I won't be able to fuck you.
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[ They had recovered quickly enough together before, but maybe things will be different now. It’s something a little more intense, after all, and he’s being promised something… Jiang Cheng isn’t even sure what the right word is. It feels as though his mouth is filled with cotton.
His fingers don’t slip away, but they do slow, gentler. ]
Then you should get a move on.
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Very well. Hold on.
[ That's all the warning Jiang Cheng gets before his hand is batted away and Xichen is hooking his hands under a pair of thighs to scoop the other man up into his arms, levying onto his heels and then standing up with a fluidity that he hopes is annoying. If he's going to be goaded, he's going to play too. Carrying his lover to their bed is just a bonus as far as he is concerned. ]
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You could've just asked!
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I like your surprised face, it's very cute. Angry as a startled tiger.
[ Jiang Cheng will find himself pressed back into the bed and kissed passionately as Xichen covers him, loving the way their skin feels sliding over each other when he aches in. He pets down a side, skimming back up again for the sheer joy of touching his hissing, feline lover. If he could wrap around him like a dragon he would. ]
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