[ 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. ]
[ Jiang Cheng's arms wrap slowly around Xichen's body, shifting closer, still letting his body move carefully against his lover. It feels so good, and he feels as though he is far too close to the edge already, breathing out a little noise. He wants - he wants - but he's desperate for Xichen to come first.
[ With one hand supporting Jiang Cheng's movements, Xichen skims a caress around to start stroking that stiff cock as he did when they were canoodling on the floor like impatient teenagers, this time using all his self-control not to allow himself to come first. He absolutely refuses when he senses that's the plan of his eager lover, leaving love-bites all up a shoulder and neck. ]
Come, sweetheart, [ his deep voice rumbles fondly, lips and tongue roaming soft skin, ] come for me.
[ He wanted to hold on, to try and put him first, to make him come first, but it's impossible to ignore the want. With a hand around his cock, it's too hard not to moan softly, to lean in and press his face into Xichen, trying to swallow it back.
Of course he comes; it's impossible not to, with a needy noise, fingers gripping at Xichen. ]
[ Gasping as he feels his lover come around him, he makes sure to stroke his cock until the over-stimulation has him squirming, then he smears the mess over the curve of Jiang Cheng's ass and grasps there, dragging him down to satisfy his own desperate need in hard, loud slaps that fill the room with obscenely loud proof of their coupling. Hopefully, no one is passing anywhere near the hanshi. Biting down on the curve of a shoulder when he comes, he isn't quiet about it and moans Jiang Cheng's name, guiding those hips over his lap so he can fuck him as deeply as possible, driving up into that maddeningly tight heat.
He's a wreck, panting against bruised and bitten skin, clinging where he wraps his arms around him to cradle Jiang Cheng close after such a powerful orgasm. Lights dance in the corners of his eyes and he slumps against him, nuzzling affectionately while they are still intimately connected. ]
[ Jiang Cheng leans in to wrap his arms around Xichen, to hold him gently, feeling his cheeks flushed and warm as he leans in. It's intense, still feeling the aftershocks of being taken, the gentle, rolling pain of the bite to his neck... It's all too good.
Flushed, warm, he leans his head back to gaze at Xichen, expression soft. ]
[ Speaking is too complex. He tips his head back to see Jiang Cheng and smiles immediately, brushing along his handsome lover's jaw. With their hair mussed and sweat cooling, bodies still tangled intimately, Xichen kisses him with soft chasteness. ]
[ He still feels breathless, and he's starting to feel a little bit like he wants to have a cool bath, but at least he seems to have a smile on his face. ]
[ He drops a kiss on a cheek before starting to move, lifting his hips away as mindfully as he can. When he slumps beside him, he draws the covers over them for modesty's sake (hah) as well as to combat the chill in the wake of so much exertion. Xichen would like to simply pass out but he forces himself to be considerate. ]
If ... If it still aches, we can visit the Cold Ponds.
[ Jiang Cheng makes a soft little noise, only just pained, before he breathes out and leans back. Shaking his head, he lets himself lounge back, cheeks still warm. ]
[ He dares to slump next to him, tracing circles up over Jiang Cheng's middle where Xichen's hand creeps. He's content, head half in a pillow and gaze full of his handsome lover. ]
[ Jiang Cheng smiles softly, shifting his weight before he glances at his hand and the ribbon still tangled in his fingers. Almost awkward, he holds it over, leaning up to kiss Xichen's jaw. ]
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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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[ Jiang Cheng's arms wrap slowly around Xichen's body, shifting closer, still letting his body move carefully against his lover. It feels so good, and he feels as though he is far too close to the edge already, breathing out a little noise. He wants - he wants - but he's desperate for Xichen to come first.
Call it a matter of pride. ]
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[ With one hand supporting Jiang Cheng's movements, Xichen skims a caress around to start stroking that stiff cock as he did when they were canoodling on the floor like impatient teenagers, this time using all his self-control not to allow himself to come first. He absolutely refuses when he senses that's the plan of his eager lover, leaving love-bites all up a shoulder and neck. ]
Come, sweetheart, [ his deep voice rumbles fondly, lips and tongue roaming soft skin, ] come for me.
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[ He wanted to hold on, to try and put him first, to make him come first, but it's impossible to ignore the want. With a hand around his cock, it's too hard not to moan softly, to lean in and press his face into Xichen, trying to swallow it back.
Of course he comes; it's impossible not to, with a needy noise, fingers gripping at Xichen. ]
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[ Gasping as he feels his lover come around him, he makes sure to stroke his cock until the over-stimulation has him squirming, then he smears the mess over the curve of Jiang Cheng's ass and grasps there, dragging him down to satisfy his own desperate need in hard, loud slaps that fill the room with obscenely loud proof of their coupling. Hopefully, no one is passing anywhere near the hanshi. Biting down on the curve of a shoulder when he comes, he isn't quiet about it and moans Jiang Cheng's name, guiding those hips over his lap so he can fuck him as deeply as possible, driving up into that maddeningly tight heat.
He's a wreck, panting against bruised and bitten skin, clinging where he wraps his arms around him to cradle Jiang Cheng close after such a powerful orgasm. Lights dance in the corners of his eyes and he slumps against him, nuzzling affectionately while they are still intimately connected. ]
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Flushed, warm, he leans his head back to gaze at Xichen, expression soft. ]
A-Huan, you...
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[ Speaking is too complex. He tips his head back to see Jiang Cheng and smiles immediately, brushing along his handsome lover's jaw. With their hair mussed and sweat cooling, bodies still tangled intimately, Xichen kisses him with soft chasteness. ]
You are a dream come true, my a-Cheng.
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[ He still feels breathless, and he's starting to feel a little bit like he wants to have a cool bath, but at least he seems to have a smile on his face. ]
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[ He drops a kiss on a cheek before starting to move, lifting his hips away as mindfully as he can. When he slumps beside him, he draws the covers over them for modesty's sake (hah) as well as to combat the chill in the wake of so much exertion. Xichen would like to simply pass out but he forces himself to be considerate. ]
If ... If it still aches, we can visit the Cold Ponds.
[ They aid with healing, after all. ]
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[ Jiang Cheng makes a soft little noise, only just pained, before he breathes out and leans back. Shaking his head, he lets himself lounge back, cheeks still warm. ]
I will be fine.
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A-Cheng ...
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Here.