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.
[ A shiver of desire ripples down his spine as a-Huan is purred into his mouth, plucking a chaste kiss from them like a promise. ]
All you must remember is to breathe. [ Slipping his fingers free, he coats his cock in a small amount of oil and positions himself. If he swallows to steady his voice, no he absolutely didn't. ] I cannot say it will not hurt, just tell me if you need a moment.
[ He knows he is coming off over-protective, even a bit of a bore, but he is the only one between them who has been fucked before and it all bears saying; he was never given such a talk and simply endured the pain, it would have been appreciated to know he could stymie it at will. His lashes fall as he keeps his attention on Jiang Cheng when he sinks in as far as his fingers have reached, the pressure constant but careful despite the incredible heat that surrounds his cock, causing Xichen to stutter a breath. ]
[ It's something almost... Nice, to be given someone who wants to take care of him, to be a little overprotective. It does hurt, but it is hardly the worst pain that Jiang Cheng has felt in his life; the echoes of the whip on his chest, the loss of his core, the war... It is manageable.
Perhaps not a pain he would choose otherwise, but one he can manage.
Still, he closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe, to try and relax, to push through it to find that promised please. ]
[ Xichen's breathing becomes unsteadier as he sinks further, filling that tight channel until he can go no farther and has to let out a shaky sigh by Jiang Cheng's ear, kisses painting absently down his throat and shoulder. He pets a thigh, hitching it higher to help him with the angle. ]
There you go, that's a good boy ...
[ As much as he wants to pin him to the bed and abandon all care as he fucks him, Xichen doesn't. Tension lines his whole back and the arms bracing him over Jiang Cheng so he doesn't cage him in too closely, giving him the time he needs to process taking another man.
Teeth nip at Jiang Cheng's neck, right on the curve, and Xichen rocks his hips shallowly to get him used to the sensation of being stretched around a hard, hot cock. ]
[ The praise makes him feel good, leaves a thrum of pleasure running through him, and Jiang Cheng tries to focus, to tilt his head up. He wants to look at Xichen, wants to drink him in, to focus on him to ignore the prickle of pain, the ache.
Turning his head, he bares his neck, moaning softly. ]
A-Huan, it...
[ It's starting to feel good, just a little more and he might... ]
[ Nuzzling behind an ear with a smile, he leans back to get a better view and shifts his weight to his knees, able to caress both of those long legs all he likes as he bends them higher, draping one over his shoulder to kiss the calf.
The lazy pump of his hips gains a real tempo when Jiang Cheng isn't asking him to stop and Xichen puts more force behind each thrust as a result, loving the way that beautiful body looks taking his cock. At first he hadn't thought they would manage it, Jiang Cheng being a virgin and Xichen not inconsiderable in size, but he brims with pride for his lover as the hanshi fills with the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin, hard length twitching inside that snug wet grip from how beautiful Jiang Cheng looks. ]
[ It's the sounds that distract him the most, making Jiang Cheng want to turn his head and hide in embarrassment, groaning softly. It's a lot, intense with blooming, blushing pleasure flooding his body, and his gaze is dark and lidded as he looks over at Xichen.
He is beautiful, distractingly so, and Jiang Cheng almost doesn't notice as his hips begin to move, shifting a little with the thrusts of the other man's hips. ]
Then you should take what you want, like we planned.
[ His smile is fond as he guides both legs around his waist, leans down, and playfully lifts Jiang Cheng to sit up on his lap, sinking back on the bed himself. It's a smooth move and he only grunts once, managing not to dislodge them.
Xichen brushes through Jiang Cheng's lovely long hair and kisses him again, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pets a thigh in apology. ]
[ Jiang Cheng groans softly, sinking down onto Xichen as he adjusts to their position. He can still feel that ache, almost familiar now, and he shifts a little to adjust. To get some kind of comfort.
Leaning into the kiss, he hums softly before he begins to shift and move, adjusting his weight. ]
[ The affected groan that leaves him can't be held in as Jiang Cheng resettles, every wriggle of his hips making Xichen bite his lip or screw his eyes shut. There is, undoubtedly, more power for the other sect leader to play this way, with Xichen caressing his way around to that cute ass and giving it a squeeze.
He leans into the kisses, whispering how pretty Jiang Cheng is and how tight he feels, filthy compliments for no place but between their lips. ]
[ The filth engages him, keeps him focussed, and as he begins to lift himself and sink down onto Xichen's cock he can feel the pleasure starting to flood him more and more - it feels as close to perfection as he has ever experienced in his life, and he makes a pleased noise as he tilts his head and presses his mouth into Xichen's neck.
It's almost painfully remarkable, and his fingers dig into the skin as he grips at his lover's arms, shivering with want. ]
[ Xichen isn't sure he can wait until the summer in Yunmeng to have Jiang Cheng again, not when he moves so well over his cock and makes those sweet little noises each time Xichen bottoms out. He guides him by the hips and bucks faster, fucking him more thoroughly once absolutely sure he isn't going to hurt him, only forcing him to keep up where he's learning how to ride. ]
[ It feels a little awkward, adjusting to this, taking what he wants, but he begins to accustom himself to the movements, to the rise and fall and the strain on his legs. The pleasure is above all of that, without comparison, and he breathes out a little huff of noise as he kisses Xichen's nose. ]
A-Cheng, [ breathy laughter causes his cock to twitch inside the other man and he supports Jiang Cheng's unsteady thighs, taking away the worry of supporting himself, ] you have no idea ... the effect you're having.
[ That peck on the nose has him nuzzling into a neck as they move together, the thick head of his cock pushing deeper than he would have expected and making him gasp. There are going to be bruises on Jiang Cheng's thighs from how hard he's being fucked, held firmly in place to help his balance as Xichen loses some of his steadfast inner control to indulge himself in that perfectly snug body, groaning against a shoulder as he drops his head forward. He really can't believe no one else has ever wanted Jiang Cheng, not when he's such a sweet, giving lover.
Although, he's infinitely glad no one came before him. ]
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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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All you must remember is to breathe. [ Slipping his fingers free, he coats his cock in a small amount of oil and positions himself. If he swallows to steady his voice, no he absolutely didn't. ] I cannot say it will not hurt, just tell me if you need a moment.
[ He knows he is coming off over-protective, even a bit of a bore, but he is the only one between them who has been fucked before and it all bears saying; he was never given such a talk and simply endured the pain, it would have been appreciated to know he could stymie it at will. His lashes fall as he keeps his attention on Jiang Cheng when he sinks in as far as his fingers have reached, the pressure constant but careful despite the incredible heat that surrounds his cock, causing Xichen to stutter a breath. ]
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[ It's something almost... Nice, to be given someone who wants to take care of him, to be a little overprotective. It does hurt, but it is hardly the worst pain that Jiang Cheng has felt in his life; the echoes of the whip on his chest, the loss of his core, the war... It is manageable.
Perhaps not a pain he would choose otherwise, but one he can manage.
Still, he closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe, to try and relax, to push through it to find that promised please. ]
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There you go, that's a good boy ...
[ As much as he wants to pin him to the bed and abandon all care as he fucks him, Xichen doesn't. Tension lines his whole back and the arms bracing him over Jiang Cheng so he doesn't cage him in too closely, giving him the time he needs to process taking another man.
Teeth nip at Jiang Cheng's neck, right on the curve, and Xichen rocks his hips shallowly to get him used to the sensation of being stretched around a hard, hot cock. ]
You take me so well, a-Cheng.
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[ The praise makes him feel good, leaves a thrum of pleasure running through him, and Jiang Cheng tries to focus, to tilt his head up. He wants to look at Xichen, wants to drink him in, to focus on him to ignore the prickle of pain, the ache.
Turning his head, he bares his neck, moaning softly. ]
A-Huan, it...
[ It's starting to feel good, just a little more and he might... ]
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[ Nuzzling behind an ear with a smile, he leans back to get a better view and shifts his weight to his knees, able to caress both of those long legs all he likes as he bends them higher, draping one over his shoulder to kiss the calf.
The lazy pump of his hips gains a real tempo when Jiang Cheng isn't asking him to stop and Xichen puts more force behind each thrust as a result, loving the way that beautiful body looks taking his cock. At first he hadn't thought they would manage it, Jiang Cheng being a virgin and Xichen not inconsiderable in size, but he brims with pride for his lover as the hanshi fills with the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin, hard length twitching inside that snug wet grip from how beautiful Jiang Cheng looks. ]
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He is beautiful, distractingly so, and Jiang Cheng almost doesn't notice as his hips begin to move, shifting a little with the thrusts of the other man's hips. ]
I want it, please...
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[ His smile is fond as he guides both legs around his waist, leans down, and playfully lifts Jiang Cheng to sit up on his lap, sinking back on the bed himself. It's a smooth move and he only grunts once, managing not to dislodge them.
Xichen brushes through Jiang Cheng's lovely long hair and kisses him again, wrapping an arm around his waist as he pets a thigh in apology. ]
To give you control, remember?
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[ Jiang Cheng groans softly, sinking down onto Xichen as he adjusts to their position. He can still feel that ache, almost familiar now, and he shifts a little to adjust. To get some kind of comfort.
Leaning into the kiss, he hums softly before he begins to shift and move, adjusting his weight. ]
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[ The affected groan that leaves him can't be held in as Jiang Cheng resettles, every wriggle of his hips making Xichen bite his lip or screw his eyes shut. There is, undoubtedly, more power for the other sect leader to play this way, with Xichen caressing his way around to that cute ass and giving it a squeeze.
He leans into the kisses, whispering how pretty Jiang Cheng is and how tight he feels, filthy compliments for no place but between their lips. ]
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It's almost painfully remarkable, and his fingers dig into the skin as he grips at his lover's arms, shivering with want. ]
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Good, that's it ... a-Cheng is perfect.
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You... You're the one who...
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[ That peck on the nose has him nuzzling into a neck as they move together, the thick head of his cock pushing deeper than he would have expected and making him gasp. There are going to be bruises on Jiang Cheng's thighs from how hard he's being fucked, held firmly in place to help his balance as Xichen loses some of his steadfast inner control to indulge himself in that perfectly snug body, groaning against a shoulder as he drops his head forward. He really can't believe no one else has ever wanted Jiang Cheng, not when he's such a sweet, giving lover.
Although, he's infinitely glad no one came before him. ]
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