[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Lost in pleasure he might be, Jiang Cheng is not yet prepared to push too far and make his partner uncomfortable. He is measured in the movements of his hips, trying to keep them settled, to not cause discomfort, and his fingers twitch as he breathes out, soft moans falling from his mouth. The fingers are beginning to feel good, now, and he is starting to understand why some people might enjoy this, may seek it out.
It's a different kind of intimacy, a unique one, and he would like to experience more of it. ]
[ Easy, easy ... Trying to convey the sentiment with touch alone is the best he can do. Once the initial resistance is gone he starts to add a crook to his fingers and seeks out a bundle of nerves that will make this exquisite for Jiang Cheng, as opposed to merely tolerable, wanting to give him everything. Xichen can picture Lotus Pier in his memories and longs to walk the low balustrades across the waters alongside his a-Cheng, he wants to see how the purples that drape him match his surroundings and make him look at ease where he belongs. Jiang Cheng looks particularly lovely with his legs spread, moaning in Xichen's bed in Cloud Recesses, of course, but this will hopefully be happening again elsewhere come the summer.
He laps over the slit of that cock as he pushes his fingers as far as the second knuckle, buried as far as he can fuck him open on them. ]
[ Jiang Cheng moans aloud at the rush of pleasure, breathing out sharply. He wants more of this, he knows he does, wants to drown himself in this pleasure, and he cannot express how thankful he is to be sharing it with this man. Swallowing back his sounds, he shifts his weight a little, trying to keep some kind of measure of himself.
He doesn't want to embarrass himself.
He wants to do this again - will they do it again, if he is good enough? ]
[ As soon as he's sure his fingers have found the right spot he licks his way over to a hip so he isn't overstimulating Jiang Cheng too much, letting him ride those long digits however he likes to get a feel for them, always making sure to sink them as deeply as possible with each pass over a prostate. Xichen can't keep his eyes off him, cooing praise from where sticky kisses are painting over soft skin, free hand petting a thigh. ]
That's it, you sound so lovely. Don't quieten yourself, tiger.
[ His hips move slowly, tentatively, to seek out how much he can handle, and it does feel good. He's flushed with his want, trying not to feel so overwhelmed from the thrum of pleasure and the way that Xichen continues to praise him. ]
[ He fondly nips at the soft juncture between hip and cock, giving him a little thrill. As Jiang Cheng grows more confident, as Xichen suspected he would once his initial nerves were dealt with, Xichen levies up on a bent arm to kiss his way across a shoulder and up a neck. Closer, where he can feel the heat of a face against his own while judging when to try and slip a third finger in. He is, after all, larger than three all Lan men are. ]
[ Turning his head, he nudges into Xichen with a soft noise, pleased at the attention and the affection. It's nice, to feel completely surrounded by someone that he cares for, who doesn't want to harm him, and he tilts to try and leave a kiss on his forehead.
[ Part of his heart aches for how ready Jiang Cheng is to be touched, every gesture is needy and desperate and loving. How this man has gone so long without anyone getting close enough to see how much he has to give is beyond Xichen ... but then again, Xichen had tunnel-vision for a while too, flattered and goaded and manipulated. What if he hadn't been? Would he have noticed Jiang Cheng then?
The brush of lips across where his headband usually rests has him beaming with a smile, kissing it onto that sweet mouth. ]
[ Jiang Cheng could never allow anyone to get close to him, to break down his barriers, because he had lost so much. The risk was too great for the reward, for what he stood to gain, but now... Now he isn't sure if he had been denying it because he was too afraid or because he was a complete idiot.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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.
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As pleased as I am to be your first, I find it astonishing no other man has propositioned you for your ... time.
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ And, oh, words are very difficult suddenly as he groans, tilting his head back. ]
A warning, please...
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You're killing me...
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You do know that you can have me instead, if you want?
[ In case that wasn't clear. ]
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[ He sits up a little, resting on his elbows, hesitant but... Wanting. ]
It's just very new.
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[ 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 ... ]
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A-Huan...
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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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It's a different kind of intimacy, a unique one, and he would like to experience more of it. ]
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He laps over the slit of that cock as he pushes his fingers as far as the second knuckle, buried as far as he can fuck him open on them. ]
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He doesn't want to embarrass himself.
He wants to do this again - will they do it again, if he is good enough? ]
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That's it, you sound so lovely. Don't quieten yourself, tiger.
[ Sweet kitten ... ]
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Another pet name, a-Huan?
[ It's breathless. ]
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[ He fondly nips at the soft juncture between hip and cock, giving him a little thrill. As Jiang Cheng grows more confident, as Xichen suspected he would once his initial nerves were dealt with, Xichen levies up on a bent arm to kiss his way across a shoulder and up a neck. Closer, where he can feel the heat of a face against his own while judging when to try and slip a third finger in. He is, after all, larger than three
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He can be gentle, too, despite his prickliness. ]
Only sometimes.
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The brush of lips across where his headband usually rests has him beaming with a smile, kissing it onto that sweet mouth. ]
Are you ready for more?
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Leaning into the kiss, he hums softly. ]
I am. Please, a-Huan.
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