fennu | prompts / continuations.

[ 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. ]

You are so beautiful.

[ 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. ]

You are a flatterer.

[ 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. ]

Ah - no, not currently. I have no reason to.

[ That would be very poor form. ]

[ 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.

Oh-

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

You could've just asked!

[ 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. ]

Do you anger tigers often, a-Huan?

[ He is scowling a little, but he doesn't mean it, not entirely. He shifts, letting himself lean into Xichen and take some of his strength, humming softly before he leans back. ]

Menace...

[ He pushes up into the kiss, leaning into it with zero hesitation, arm wrapping around Xichen's neck to pull him closer, wanting more and more. ]

[ His voice is shakier, breathier after Jiang Cheng arches into him. Xichen's lashes flutter with his self-control as he exerts what he can to reach under the pillow for the small jar stashed there. ]

You would be my first with real claws.

[ Reluctantly, he sits back on his knees, trailing the cool jar down the inside of a hot thigh, letting him see it. The voice he uses this time is his Sect Leader tone, brooking no argument. ]

You can always ask me to stop, don't be proud about it if it's too much.

[ He tilts his head to see where Xichen is reaching, his eyes widening and then his cheeks follow with a blush. ]

I still wouldn't hurt you.

[ He's doing his best not to be petulant, irritated, but he shifts his weight and leans back. ]

You have my word.

[ Jiang Cheng is joining the small group of people that Xichen trusts will never hurt him. He can read the irritation in the other man and appreciates the way it's swallowed in favour of being sensible, rewarding him by letting it be seen how he dips two fingers in the jar and brings them without fanfare to rub over the soft, tight hole between those spread legs, watching his face to see every moment of his reaction. ]

As pleased as I am to be your first, I find it astonishing no other man has propositioned you for your ... time.

I do not give the impression of being welcome to any advance.

[ Man or woman. He does tense, just a little, but tries to focus and force himself to calm down a little, to make sure that he doesn't make it seem like he's against it. He isn't, after all, it's just new... He'd never even considered touching himself there before. ]

Or I didn't notice.

Then I am glad you noticed me.

[ His teasing is back as he lowers his head, long hair tickling all over naked skin, and swallows down the first few inches of that straining cock, mouthing hotly all over the tip. ]

You are difficult not to notice, a-Huan.

[ And, oh, words are very difficult suddenly as he groans, tilting his head back. ]

A warning, please...

[ Things Jiang Cheng now knows: how it feels to have Xichen chuckling around his cock, vibrations purring through a cushioning tongue. Xichen doesn't bob his head yet, instead letting those hips below, fondly caressed, dictate how much of him he takes: the finger slowly pushing past a tight entrance might have something to do with that, insistent and gradual as he works him open. The two experiences should blend into one a little better and make things easier on Jiang Cheng, being a virgin. ]

[ It does make things easier, but that doesn't mean it's completely okay, and Jiang Cheng does feel himself tense for a moment despite the pleasure. His hands grip at the surrounding fabric, one set of fingers still tangled around a ribbon, and he breathes out as he tries to calm himself down. ]

[ He listens, more than anything, to the hitched breaths, and feels the way muscles tense under the hand that skims around a hip and abdomen. Easing that finger free to massage the rim again, he takes in more of the cock painting his tongue raw with sweat and heat, controlling his breathing so that Jiang Cheng only has to focus on himself and how much he wants. ]

[ It makes it easier to focus, and Jiang Cheng is trying not to let his mind wander too far, and he squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing back his moans. Eventually, he shifts his head, glancing down at Xichen with flushed cheeks and a desperate expression. ]

You're killing me...

[ His soft snort sends a puff of warm air down to dark curls before he raises his head, planting a kiss on the inside of a thigh to wipe his lips off. ]

You do know that you can have me instead, if you want?

[ In case that wasn't clear. ]

No, this - this is fine.

[ He sits up a little, resting on his elbows, hesitant but... Wanting. ]

It's just very new.

Alright. [ A kiss meets that thigh, then more descend their way back to the base of that cock; Jiang Cheng did beg a warning, last time. ] Focus on my mouth, your body will know what to do.

[ Because the pressure is back as he slips his mouth over him again, sucking in earnest as he starts to see how much Jiang Cheng can handle being fucked by a single digit, inch by inch ... ]

[ Will it? Jiang Cheng lets his head fall back, and he focuses instead on the hot, intense warmth, groaning quietly. He forces his mind away from the gentle pressure, and this time he does not tense, does not find himself pulling back, and he hisses out a noise. ]

A-Huan...

[ His jaw is going to ache by the end of this, he has resigned himself to it for the sake of making this a better experience for his lover. He follows the movements of those hips and gives Jiang Cheng all the ease he could want to fuck Xichen's mouth, rewarding him for taking a finger, then two, by letting him push deeper into a throat. Xichen may be out of practice but he quickly finds his rhythm to keep breathing steadily and pets an abdomen to let him know he's doing so well, good boy, unable to vocalise much beyond soft, encouraging moans.

He was worried this level of intimacy might start setting off old memories, but as it is there is no one he is concerned about save Jiang Cheng, his sweet feisty tiger. ]

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