[ 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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[ 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.