[ Radiating happiness when Wen Kexing deigns to crawl right into his lap, he nods agreeably and kisses back with just as much amorous hunger, if not more from suppressing it. He squeezes at strong thighs, gets handfuls of a cute ass and kneads it as he drags him into a sensual grind, cock to cock where he finds he loves having this man gathered up so completely. ]
As you wish.
[ Next time, yes. He will keep his promise.
But for now he supports the curve of Wen Kexing's back and rises up to flip them in a controlled roll, ensuring the pillow is there for the back of an elegant neck. He knows, objectively, that no one else would be permitted to have so many graces afforded them in bed with this man and revels in it with playful delight, nosing at a cheek with a happy smile as if his dick isn't hard as hell where it grinds down and pins his beautiful lover to the bed. Xichen palms his way up impossibly soft thighs to split them further, humming approvingly as he takes his fill of him with slow caresses, knee to ass and back again with Wen Kexing's legs in the air. ]
May I have you this time, a-Xing? [ There will be others, he's hopeful, but he can't deny he wants to fuck him for hours, maybe until sunrise. ] Ah ... tonight, I mean.
[ Because it won't be just once and he wants to clarify that without making any assumptions. As much as he isn't thinking with his head, he's well-bred enough to still show his respect. ]
You'll find the oil we need in a vial under the pillow, if you say yes.
( He can't help the silly little squawk that falls from his lips when Lan Xichen all but manhandles him, putting that muscle he hides away to good use to get Wen Kexing on his back. Sadly he knows there's no way he can hide the sudden blooming heat in his face, nor the way his thighs squeeze around the other man's waist, knees digging in to keep him still, parting them only when he's prompted to. It's strange, and new, his body is not so usually urged by someone else. But with the way his cock is leaking where it's curved against his belly, and the wide-eyed arousal crossing his face he must surely have given himself away.
How easily played he is, oh he should be furious.
Because while Wen Kexing has a preference, Lan Xichen is all soothing strokes along his flank and he finds himself being seduced along with it, throat bobbing in a swallow as his fingers reach up to find the little vial, curving around it in a tight grip. He doesn't pull it free from beneath the pillow just yet, instead letting his free hand wrap around Lan Xichen's bicep, squeezing as his voice takes a thoughtful tone. )
You ask so nicely, but you're so wicked.
( Laughable, really. This Lan is anything but. But then Wen Kexing is tossing the oil to him, nudging Lan Xichen in the side with his heel, stretching his bare body out before him with a sigh. One eyebrow lifts, imperious. )
Do you know what you're doing? I do. You might have a better time of it if you let me do the work.
( It's not a no, he's already half convinced. It should worry him, the lack of concern he's currently feeling. Wen Kexing doesn't like to feel vulnerable. And yet --. )
[ The ways in which Wen Kexing cleaves to him with his hands and knees and heels is so incredibly endearing, it makes a dormant dragon behind his ribs rear its head and want to wrap all around him until Wen Kexing is being touched from every angle. He turns his head to drop a kiss on the grip on his arm as if surprised to find him holding on there, only levying his weight off him once the vial is tossed his way and settling to kneel in between those shapely legs that stretch out over the sheets like the graceful strokes from a calligraphy brush. ]
I'm a virgin, not ignorant.
[ There is an extensive library, after all. Not every forbidden technique of cultivation or document of knowledge is dry as dust or about committing evil acts (which made finding some discordant songs quite a simple task, once upon a time). Two oiled fingers slide down the length of Wen Kexing's cock, inquisitively rub the soft weight of his balls, and slip further to the inviting pink hole between his legs without fanfare or prelude as Xichen pushes one up and pets a knee to keep it there, spread wider in the process. He can't decide where he prefers to look, between those legs or at his pretty lover's flushed face. ]
It's alright, [ the imperiousness in Wen Kexing doesn't sound entirely as confident as Xichen suspects it is meant to, so he seeks to reassure him, ] I won't do anything you don't like. You're the boss.
[ As he pushes a long finger past a well-massaged rim, into heat. Oh. ]
( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )
[ There are quite a few things he could say to describe the way Wen Kexing is a living work of art. Most of them die in his throat as he watches him ease down onto that digit and squirm, utterly gorgeous as he says something, cut off, about the way Xichen looks, and how sweet is that? The willingness to hike his own leg up has Xichen taking over to hold it there for him, pushing it higher with a force that can't be easily shoved off; Wen Kexing shouldn't have to do any of the work, not when Xichen delights in it.
Hasty, the way he uses more oil and sinks a second finger inside the molten grip of that ass, mindful of how to best curl his knuckles if it makes Wen Kexing moan or gasp a little more. ]
Good, a-Xing, you're so good for me. You look so beautiful like this.
[ His fingers substitute what he really wants to do and go a pace faster, fucking him open as Xichen rubs soft walls searching for the sweet spot he's read about. There? There. ]
You haven't let anyone do this in a long time, have you? Thank you so much, sweetheart, you're doing so well ...
( Lan Xichen could bend him in two and Wen Kexing would thank him. The thought has an hysterical little laugh bubbling up beneath his throat, but it turns into a bitten off moan when the other man brushes against something that has sparks blooming across his vision. He jerks beneath him, cock a throbbing hard line, smearing precome across his own belly as he clenches even harder around the fingers inside of him. How quickly he'd forgotten himself, how easily he'd given in. Ah, but that's a problem to work on another day, not for right now, with Wen Kexing rolling his hips against Lan Xichen's hand as though trying to take him deeper. )
Gods.
( Wen Kexing scrubs a hand over his face, eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over, mouth pretty and open as he pants. )
Who are you? ( He sounds outraged, but it's belied by the fact that Wen Kexing reaches a hand up to pinch at his own nipple, a pleased groan following the furious question. Lan Xichen should not be figuring things out as quickly as he is, he absolutely should not be playing Wen Kexing like a finely tuned instrument. His thoughts are slow, but his mouth quicker, and so he throws all pretence to the wayside to thoughtlessly continue his murmuring demands. ) I should have known, - ah -, pretty things like you are always wicked. Another, give me another, if you want me to take that cock of yours you'll have to work harder. It's been long enough that I don't know if I can.
( A challenge, he thinks, teeth catching in his bottom lip as he shivers. )
[ Ah, yes. Right there. It's not an accident how he's sure to rub over a prostate on every other stroke inside that cinching body, bearing down as he hooks an elbow under that knee to keep it pinned and allow Xichen to lean down for a slow, lurid kiss all lips and tongue, hot and heavy like the way he fucks him on his fingers. Every eked out groan has Xichen obsessed and he sinks his teeth into a lower lip to get his attention, nipping. ]
Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
Absolutely not. He's drinking Meng Po soup the minute he returns back to the Ghost Valley because he cannot, in good conscious, let himself become a person that craves this. There's something exquisitely torturous about it, and Wen Kexing all but snarls against Lan Xichen's mouth in response, a hand blindly reaching out to grope along his chest, pinching in retaliation. )
Brute. ( There's very little actual admonishment in Wen Kexing's voice though, the word trailing off into wordless noise at the end either way. He feels too full, too warm, surrounded by Lan Xichen and his overly impressive stature. With a sigh, he falls back against the sheets more firmly, arching his back, turning his head to sink his teeth wordlessly into the meat of his own arm, not hard enough to break the skin but grounding in a way he needs. When he pulls away the skin is wet. ) Ah, there, there. You're a quick learner. I'll bet you'll be even more clever when you fuck me properly.
[ Wen Kexing may be the first person in existence to call Xichen a brute, making him smile against his neck as his huffy lover tries to pout his way out of the bed. Not so easily done when he's being treated like a princess having a tantrum for show, pinching and biting as he tries to make a point he just can't quite get behind. Xichen's not sure exactly how much longer he has the patience for foreplay but he does know they have a lot more oil, so after driving constant touches right over that spot again and again and again ...
The fingers slip free, leaving Wen Kexing bereft without warning, and Xichen kisses him properly to keep any indignant protests busy as he tips the oil over his aching cock. The first time he rubs the thick crown against that hole he feels conscious of how tight a fit it's going to be but that only makes him even more urgent in his need to fuck him and he pushes with a cant of his hips, steady pressure forcing Wen Kexing to take him. ]
Easy now, a-Xing. Use your lungs to breathe.
[ Instead of everything else. Xichen groans loudly, looking down at that beautiful face. He can hardly focus on anything but how it feels to press into Wen Kexing, only tethered to a sense of duty by the concerned dirty talk he hushes. ]
... That's it, oh. Come on, sweetheart, take the tip, that's right ... You're so perfect.
( Take the tip, he says, as if it wasn't a monumental stretch all on it's own. Wen Kexing swears under his breath, all other thoughts firmly swept aside as he wills his traitorous, trembling body to just relax. He's sweating, he realises distantly, damp between his shoulder blades and across the shivering muscles of his stomach, a sheen to match the blooming spread of pink. The act itself isn't painful, not really, but he wasn't lying when he said it had been a while. He rarely even takes the time to breach himself, on the days where idle arousal and boredom co-exist. The preference usually lacks, or the time, or maybe it's just that he can't, not when there are monsters waiting to kill him when showing even the slightest of vulnerabilities.
He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!
[ Xichen exerts more self-control than he might ever have used before, at no point during his life has he felt the desperate need to move and waited (what seems) so incredibly long (guilt-ridden masturbation sessions have nothing on this, it isn't even in the same realm of pleasure). The bruising grip on his hips halts him immediately, easing free, but then Wen Kexing is protesting and dragging him back with hands and legs and mouth alike.
He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]
You could - ah - split a man in two, how is that fair?
( The words come tumbling out, all in a rush, like breathing is still a challenge. Maybe it is, if the way his chest heaves is anything to go by. Lan Xichen is still not all the way inside, and that alone has a thrill of panic-pleasure sparking up the collumn of Wen Kexing's spine. How is he supposed to take on such an endowed specimen? How would anyone? It has to be impossible. Unfortunately ( or more likely for the one above him, fortunately ), this is one man who can't shy away from a challenge, and now that he's set his mind to it he will have Lan Xichen to the hilt even if it kills him. It might. What a way to go though. )
Mm, I can take it. Just - ( Another gasping breath at the twitching meeting of hips, Wen Kexing squirming against him, back half arched. ) - ah, slowly. Good, that's good.
( The steady, easy half grinding is nice too, and Wen Kexing groans with it, removing one hand from where it had been gripping Lan Xichen's lovely backside to trail it back over his own chest, down his stomach. His skin is damp and sticky where his cock has lain, heavy against muscle. He runs his fingers through it now, gathering up some of the viscous fluid against the tips. He wastes no time in dragging that helpfully across Lan Xichen's parted lips, something vaguely feral around his own eyes. ) Sweet boy, you're fucking me so well.
[ All the squirming and praising has him shuddering from holding back and not stuffing Wen Kexing full from the moment he proves he's game to try and take all of Xichen. As those dirty fingers are smearing over his lips he obediently licks them clean, making a show of not being very good at it and tonguing around the spaces between knuckles, breathing heavily as long lashes flutter closed on his cheeks. ]
Stay in Gusu a while. A week? Please.
[ He would never force (or could, realistically) Wen Kexing to spend longer in Cloud Recesses than he would want, but ...
Xichen snags a bite on those fingertips at the same moment he sinks in to the hilt, gaze dark as he groans in satisfaction. ]
( Whatever reply he might have given to Lan Xichen's earnest little request is lost when he sinks the last few inches in. Wen Kexing keens, too loud to be polite, spine arching in response, his cock giving a bold twitch between them. For a moment it feels too much, he's too full, too vulnerable, a butterfly pinned beneath the other man's earnestness, breath caught sharp beneath the bones of his ribcage. But it fades with every panting exhale, and eventually he gives himself over to the warm pleasure of it, clenching his hole around the obscene stretch, wet fingers sliding up to grip Lan Xichen by the back the neck. )
Fuck.
( What are words? Where is his poetry? ) You --.
( He ruts down against him, chasing the feeling. There's a prickling heat spreading throughout his body, toes curling, nails digging in to the meat of Lan Xichen's nape. )
See this through properly and I'll do whatever you want.
[ Ah, the sound Wen Kexing makes when full of Xichen's cock! He needs to hear it a dozen more times tonight at least, the other man looks so good fighting to take it too and Xichen is suddenly obsessed when he feels him flexing, grinding ... ]
Oh, fuck.
[ He lets him. Would let him adjust and use him even if Wen Kexing had begged, but he doesn't and makes a show of loving it anyway. Xichen braces on a bent arm beside him and kisses adoringly along a jaw, petting his way down the bulge in Wen Kexing's navel where he's stretched full, starting to fuck him by a few inches just to draw his attention to it. ]
Are you okay, sweetheart? I only want to make you feel good, you deserve it. You're so beautiful, so good ...
( The arm not currently wrapped around Lan Xichen's neck gets thrown back over his eyes. He isn't sure if it's the size of his cock or the weight of his praise, but Wen Kexing's face is a surely a flaming red in the places it can be seen. He doesn't even have it in him to snap, the friction between their bodies doing everything to have him panting and frantic instead. It's slow, torturously so, and that means he is helpless to feel every inch as Lan Xichen presses against his stomach.
Who told him to do that? Which books? Wen Kexing has to know. )
Pl -. ( Teeth snapping closed, unwilling to beg for it just yet. He tugs instead on Lan Xichen's hair, finally appearing from behind the shelter of his arm to let the other hand grasp his hip, digging in to the now forming bruises in as Wen Kexing rocks back down in greedy little increments. He strains upwards, to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip in agitation, mouth hot and hard. And then, without warning, he uses his not inconsiderable strength to flip them both, lining up their bodies quickly to sink back heavily on Lan Xichen's cock.
His smile is a vicious thing, framed by the messy tumble of his hair, his hands moving to pin Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding hard against him. ) You were taking too long. ( He punctuates his complaint by lifting himself half off, only to drop back down with a startled groan, gravity doing wonders to bury the other man deep inside. ) Better.
[ The biting kiss unlocks a deep-set need to fuck Wen Kexing until he's unable to tesse anymore, the flexing of Xichen's ready muscles actually doing little to aid him personally as in the next moment his weight is flipped and he has a lapful of the most beautiful man he's ever met.
The staccato, lost "please" isn't forgotten, even so. He files that away for another time, groaning loudly as Wen Kexing bounces on his cock, enveloping the hard length of it in the snug grip of his ass, sogoodsogoodohgods. The hands pinning him by the shoulders can't stop the way Xichen grips Wen Kexing's hips and drives up to start fucking him properly, sometimes only halfway (mercy) and oftentimes not (greedy), loving the way he can sink to the root and see the tip creating that gorgeous bulge in a flat navel; he moves one hand to pet there, fixated, without letting up the demanding pace. ]
I won't stand for any thing but a good boy in this bed, [ throwing the tease right back from earlier, the Gusu sect leader slams in a few times to make his point, long cock forcing those wet-hot walls to stretch around him, and runs the backs of his knuckles over a straining belly, ] and you are, aren't you, a-Xing?
[ Wen Kexing wanted more, impatient little demon that he is. He can certainly have more to contend with in a hurry if that's his desire, Xichen is eager to please both of them by fucking the kinks out of his lover, purring up approvingly at him with dark eyes, hips rocking to fuck Wen Kexing without tiring like this is a lesson to be learned. The sounds within the hanshi are obscene if anyone happens to pass by, a slap of flesh punctuated by grunts and stifled gasps. ]
( He makes a noise in response, a wordless snarl of sound that bursts free from behind his teeth in a ragged pant. Wen Kexing has to screw his eyes tightly shut when Lan Xichen presses down against the straining bulge at his stomach, the sheer wonder in his eyes doing something hideous to his self control. How on earth could he have expected this, the way the man below him fucks like he has a point to prove, strong, mean thrusts of his hips and his words a sinful purr that has him a mess of shuddering in Lan Xichen's lap. )
Ah, I'm not --.
( A weak protest, but a protest nonetheless. It would almost be funny, if he were anyone else. He has certainly played the part well, for the demand to be so earnest. Wen Kexing gasps as he clenches around Lan Xichen's cock, shifting his hips just slightly so he can grind hard and deep against the spot inside that has him seeing stars. His hands slide down sweat slick skin, to rest against a waist, body bowing so he can leave a cruel little bite against Lan Xichen's jaw, breath a jagged static against his throat. )
I need you to touch me.
( Words buried in the curve of his throat, teeth dragging against the vulnerable skin. )
[ Something lingers in Wen Kexing's reluctance to play along, as much as it seemed a turn-on before there's a thread of reason holding him back. When the other man sinks down for a kiss, gnawing his way across a neck, Xichen sits up and wraps an arm around his waist to cradle his weight and keep him positioned at the angle that gets Wen Kexing fussy and bothered.
He brushes long dark hair side and kisses him soundly, lips reluctant to part once he has thoroughly tasted the heat of that beautiful mouth. Tilting up Wen Kexing's chin, he drops a peck there too before trailing a caress down to the other man's cock; the backs of his knuckles ghost along it, long fingers loose when they drift up and down without providing more than a maddening tease. ]
All that matters is you're good for me in this bed. Nothing exists beyond its confines, a-Xing.
[ He tightens his grip and pulls him in for another kiss, thumbing over the sticky slit of that neglected cock. Hot and breathy, Xichen speaks over his mouth. ]
Take what you need, go ahead and ride. [ His smile is confident as well as kind, even if Xichen is blushing like a rose. ] I can handle you.
( He squirms when Lan Xichen sits up, his arms winding around the broad shape of his shoulders, tugging lightly on his hair once more as he dissolves easily into the heat of the kiss. The angle is better, and so he turns sweeter, trailing the column of Lan Xichen's throat without teeth, tongue lapping over the marks he'd left before. Wen Kexing makes a small, high noise when knuckles drag against his cock - the tip so wet he thinks he's practically dripping, a bitten off curse that has him dragging his nails down over the other man's back, the shape of his muscles, digging in helpless and greedy. )
O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?
[ As much as he vies for control and is comfortable wielding it, there's a wealth of experience to Wen Kexing that Xichen can't rival once his lover starts visibly enjoying himself so close and he digs his nails into those flawless hips. He has to tip his head back for a moment to breathe as he's ridden so well, eyes dark under lowered lashes when he returns to kiss the coyness off those pretty lips with an impatient roughness he hasn't exhibited so far. ]
Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
( Wen Kexing makes an encouraging noise against Lan Xichen's mouth when he kisses him, pleased by the bite in it, the edges of propriety fraying around them. It's too good, almost, the heat of it, the need of it, the way he can feel the other man's cock give a valiant little twitch deep inside when Wen Kexing clenches down. ) Mm, good, twist your wrist just like that. ( Every word is edged with a frantic breath, fractured through with lust. It feels so good. When Lan Xichen yanks his head back, Wen Kexing lets out a desperate little laugh of arousal, eyes half-lidded, pulse jumping under his tongue. ) There you are.
( A groan, Wen Kexing desperately bouncing in his lap, his cock sliding hot and heavy inside the cage of Lan Xichen's fingers. He bows his back, one hand braced against the other man's knee, his palm slick with sweat. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he gives him another, wicked little smile, biting his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop free again. )
I want you to. I want you to come so deep inside I'll feel it for hours after. ( He's babbling, instinct. As though if he talks then Lan Xichen can't play dirty. ) You feel so wonderful, you're doing so well.
[ The way Wen Kexing is bouncing, gods above ... Xichen has to close his eyes so they don't roll back, screwing them shut and chasing his orgasm with a gorgeous, willing lover taking his cock like it isn't the slightest problem but a gift. He makes sure he gives a little twist around the sticky tip (Wen Kexing is so adorably wet for him) on every other stroke, and nuzzles at the join of his neck.
His voice is a rumble as he mouths the words there. ]
What makes you think, ah ... [ toogoodtoogoodtoogood, ] that we won't be doing this for hours?
[ The rush of white-hot sensation nearly takes him off-guard as he comes, tipping Wen Kexing back to the sheets so he can drive in hard as he spills deep inside that welcoming body, filling him up with molten splashes of come at the same moment Xichen pins him down with a bite to the shoulder. Shuddering tension takes hold of every part of him, muscles taut where he looms, and the only sounds he makes are loud, panting gasps after the deed, hips sinuously grinding in. ]
( Wen Kexing cannot help the murmuring, wordless sounds of encouragement that fall from his lips as Lan Xichen comes. The teeth in his shoulder have a delicious, hot ache pulsing through his body, an echo of the almost endless amount of release that fills him up inside. He would be impressed, if he weren't busily chasing the finality of his own arousal. Carelessly, artlessly, his hand drops between their bodies, fingers winding around Lan Xichen's own as he tightens their joint grip, less silent than the man beneath him now. )
You did so well. Good boy, sweet thing.
( A helpless murmur, with every rock of their bodies Wen Kexing gives a desperate hiccup of noise, knees pressing too tight into Lan Xichen's side. He pushes him back against the mattress with a palm to his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him greedily behind the sweeping curtain of his hair, eyes dark when they part, unfocused with hazy pleasure. )
Oh, you came so much. ( He sounds strangely delighted, the noise of their bodies wetter, more obscene. His fingers twitch against Lan Xichen's own where he's still guiding him into stroking his cock, faster and firmer now. His mouth drags damp and warm against skin, breathless. ) You're going to make spill, aren't you? A-Huan made promises, and he's been so good to me. Just a little more.
[ Lan Xichen doesn't know how Wen Kexing wasn't overrun with suitors when he first saw him because he surely ought to be. The lewd words pouring over him have his skin prickling pleasantly, kissing the curve of a neck as he's pushed onto his back only to swap that prize for the softest lips he could have imagined, gazing up in the golden aftermath of orgasm. ]
Your a-Huan did make promises, didn't he?
[ As he feels a hand guiding his own over that neglected length he starts pumping it in earnest with the slick pressure of his palm, but that's not all. Still hard, cock throbbing with a surge of desire that might just be his own rapid heartbeat, he digs his heels into the bed and moves anew with shorter thrusts to find the one spot that got his lover gagging for it before, pushing down on the curve of his back so there's no hope of Wen Kexing doing anything but taking a firm, single-minded fucking, never leaving him empty as come eases the way now too and spills down blushing thighs.
Xichen's breathing is shallow, framed with a smile as he traps Wen Kexing against him to be railed hard and have his pretty cock jerked off at the same time, not a sign of tiring in the Lan beneath. ]
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As you wish.
[ Next time, yes. He will keep his promise.
But for now he supports the curve of Wen Kexing's back and rises up to flip them in a controlled roll, ensuring the pillow is there for the back of an elegant neck. He knows, objectively, that no one else would be permitted to have so many graces afforded them in bed with this man and revels in it with playful delight, nosing at a cheek with a happy smile as if his dick isn't hard as hell where it grinds down and pins his beautiful lover to the bed. Xichen palms his way up impossibly soft thighs to split them further, humming approvingly as he takes his fill of him with slow caresses, knee to ass and back again with Wen Kexing's legs in the air. ]
May I have you this time, a-Xing? [ There will be others, he's hopeful, but he can't deny he wants to fuck him for hours, maybe until sunrise. ] Ah ... tonight, I mean.
[ Because it won't be just once and he wants to clarify that without making any assumptions. As much as he isn't thinking with his head, he's well-bred enough to still show his respect. ]
You'll find the oil we need in a vial under the pillow, if you say yes.
[ Cheeky. ]
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How easily played he is, oh he should be furious.
Because while Wen Kexing has a preference, Lan Xichen is all soothing strokes along his flank and he finds himself being seduced along with it, throat bobbing in a swallow as his fingers reach up to find the little vial, curving around it in a tight grip. He doesn't pull it free from beneath the pillow just yet, instead letting his free hand wrap around Lan Xichen's bicep, squeezing as his voice takes a thoughtful tone. )
You ask so nicely, but you're so wicked.
( Laughable, really. This Lan is anything but. But then Wen Kexing is tossing the oil to him, nudging Lan Xichen in the side with his heel, stretching his bare body out before him with a sigh. One eyebrow lifts, imperious. )
Do you know what you're doing? I do. You might have a better time of it if you let me do the work.
( It's not a no, he's already half convinced. It should worry him, the lack of concern he's currently feeling. Wen Kexing doesn't like to feel vulnerable. And yet --. )
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I'm a virgin, not ignorant.
[ There is an extensive library, after all. Not every forbidden technique of cultivation or document of knowledge is dry as dust or about committing evil acts (which made finding some discordant songs quite a simple task, once upon a time). Two oiled fingers slide down the length of Wen Kexing's cock, inquisitively rub the soft weight of his balls, and slip further to the inviting pink hole between his legs without fanfare or prelude as Xichen pushes one up and pets a knee to keep it there, spread wider in the process. He can't decide where he prefers to look, between those legs or at his pretty lover's flushed face. ]
It's alright, [ the imperiousness in Wen Kexing doesn't sound entirely as confident as Xichen suspects it is meant to, so he seeks to reassure him, ] I won't do anything you don't like. You're the boss.
[ As he pushes a long finger past a well-massaged rim, into heat. Oh. ]
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( It's mild, as protests go, Wen Kexing throwing an arm over his eyes, aiming for indolent in all things. He makes a mental note to ask about that later, momentarily entertaining himself with the idea of a man like Lan Xichen perusing pornography with his serious, discerning face. The thought doesn't last, evaporating just as quickly when he feels cool, slick fingers pressing against muscle. It isn't entirely unpleasant either way, and he can't say he's not ... curious. It's just been a while since he'd last tried, is all, body clenching around the invasion even as he's willing himself to relax. )
Ha. ( A puff of sound, Wen Kexing shifting his arm to peer at Lan Xichen from under it. The rapt look on his face does wonders for his ego, and he finds himself darting a tongue out to lick his own, suddenly dry lips. ) You look --. ( The words fail to come but whatever it is, it certainly seems to appeal to Wen Kexing, who reaches out to grip the back of his own knee and pull it closer to his chest, giving Lan Xichen more room. The stretch isn't too bad after all, and he shifts a little helplessly, impatient, toes curling. ) You can use more oil, and mm, give me two. Don't be shy, those nice hands should be put to good use.
( And if Lan Xichen didn't want him babbling then he shouldn't have asked to fuck him. )
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Hasty, the way he uses more oil and sinks a second finger inside the molten grip of that ass, mindful of how to best curl his knuckles if it makes Wen Kexing moan or gasp a little more. ]
Good, a-Xing, you're so good for me. You look so beautiful like this.
[ His fingers substitute what he really wants to do and go a pace faster, fucking him open as Xichen rubs soft walls searching for the sweet spot he's read about. There? There. ]
You haven't let anyone do this in a long time, have you? Thank you so much, sweetheart, you're doing so well ...
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Gods.
( Wen Kexing scrubs a hand over his face, eyes screwed shut as pleasure takes over, mouth pretty and open as he pants. )
Who are you? ( He sounds outraged, but it's belied by the fact that Wen Kexing reaches a hand up to pinch at his own nipple, a pleased groan following the furious question. Lan Xichen should not be figuring things out as quickly as he is, he absolutely should not be playing Wen Kexing like a finely tuned instrument. His thoughts are slow, but his mouth quicker, and so he throws all pretence to the wayside to thoughtlessly continue his murmuring demands. ) I should have known, - ah -, pretty things like you are always wicked. Another, give me another, if you want me to take that cock of yours you'll have to work harder. It's been long enough that I don't know if I can.
( A challenge, he thinks, teeth catching in his bottom lip as he shivers. )
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Don't know if you can?
[ He kisses a messy line along Wen Kexing's jaw as a third finger stretches him open, the middle curving to flutter lightly over where he really likes it, and Xichen whispers hotly by an ear. ]
Then I'll make you.
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No.
Absolutely not. He's drinking Meng Po soup the minute he returns back to the Ghost Valley because he cannot, in good conscious, let himself become a person that craves this. There's something exquisitely torturous about it, and Wen Kexing all but snarls against Lan Xichen's mouth in response, a hand blindly reaching out to grope along his chest, pinching in retaliation. )
Brute. ( There's very little actual admonishment in Wen Kexing's voice though, the word trailing off into wordless noise at the end either way. He feels too full, too warm, surrounded by Lan Xichen and his overly impressive stature. With a sigh, he falls back against the sheets more firmly, arching his back, turning his head to sink his teeth wordlessly into the meat of his own arm, not hard enough to break the skin but grounding in a way he needs. When he pulls away the skin is wet. ) Ah, there, there. You're a quick learner. I'll bet you'll be even more clever when you fuck me properly.
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The fingers slip free, leaving Wen Kexing bereft without warning, and Xichen kisses him properly to keep any indignant protests busy as he tips the oil over his aching cock. The first time he rubs the thick crown against that hole he feels conscious of how tight a fit it's going to be but that only makes him even more urgent in his need to fuck him and he pushes with a cant of his hips, steady pressure forcing Wen Kexing to take him. ]
Easy now, a-Xing. Use your lungs to breathe.
[
Instead of everything else.Xichen groans loudly, looking down at that beautiful face. He can hardly focus on anything but how it feels to press into Wen Kexing, only tethered to a sense of duty by the concerned dirty talk he hushes. ]... That's it, oh. Come on, sweetheart, take the tip, that's right ... You're so perfect.
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He's safe here though, insofar as he's safe anywhere, and so he allows himself the chance to feel it. )
Hngh.
( Remember when he was eloquent, no? Him either.
He bites at his bottom lip to stop himself from making any more stupid noises, but they still come with his breath, muffled things that sound too noisy to his own ears. Wen Kexing's hands slide down Lan Xichen's firm back, moving to grip him by the hips when he thrusts just a little bit too suddenly, nails digging in with hidden strength. The bruises might only last seconds but Lan Xichen deserves them, he thinks waspishly. Still, his next sound is a little mournful as the other man pulls away, those hands shifting to curve around his backside, tug him close again. He rolls his hips to take the next shallow thrust, mouth falling open with a gasp as they sink closer together. )
Ah. ( And then, because he's finally got his breath back, Wen Kexing drags his wet, hot mouth across the curve of Lan Xichen's jaw, up to his ear. ) More!
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He turns his head into those soft lips to steal a kiss brimming with banked passion and responds to being told More with a low rumble of agreement from the pit of his chest.
The first thrust that counts sinks a couple more inches of his cock into that tight heat and has him groaning under his breath, the tension across his shoulders and down his nail-raked back a testament to how mindful he's trying to be. Only, Wen Kexing feels incredible, soft and tight, and Xichen's dark gaze remains on him as he experimentally grinds in just as much as he's already fucked him open, not quite to the base yet. Even so, it has him obsessed with the beauty in his bed clamouring to his body which seeks to serve. ]
More?
[ Or is this enough for now as Wen Kexing is stretched, hips swaying to fuck him open to a steady pace? Xichen does as he's instructed, exactly, the trade-off for getting to fuck his sweet lover being one of (enthused) servitude. The grip on Xichen's hips has not been forgotten for how terse it was, albeit briefly, and he knows he's the inexperienced one ... so however Wen Kexing wants to take his cock, he can. ]
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( The words come tumbling out, all in a rush, like breathing is still a challenge. Maybe it is, if the way his chest heaves is anything to go by. Lan Xichen is still not all the way inside, and that alone has a thrill of panic-pleasure sparking up the collumn of Wen Kexing's spine. How is he supposed to take on such an endowed specimen? How would anyone? It has to be impossible. Unfortunately ( or more likely for the one above him, fortunately ), this is one man who can't shy away from a challenge, and now that he's set his mind to it he will have Lan Xichen to the hilt even if it kills him. It might. What a way to go though. )
Mm, I can take it. Just - ( Another gasping breath at the twitching meeting of hips, Wen Kexing squirming against him, back half arched. ) - ah, slowly. Good, that's good.
( The steady, easy half grinding is nice too, and Wen Kexing groans with it, removing one hand from where it had been gripping Lan Xichen's lovely backside to trail it back over his own chest, down his stomach. His skin is damp and sticky where his cock has lain, heavy against muscle. He runs his fingers through it now, gathering up some of the viscous fluid against the tips. He wastes no time in dragging that helpfully across Lan Xichen's parted lips, something vaguely feral around his own eyes. ) Sweet boy, you're fucking me so well.
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Stay in Gusu a while. A week? Please.
[ He would never force (or could, realistically) Wen Kexing to spend longer in Cloud Recesses than he would want, but ...
Xichen snags a bite on those fingertips at the same moment he sinks in to the hilt, gaze dark as he groans in satisfaction. ]
There's so much I want to do to you.
[ To put it very, very politely. ]
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Fuck.
( What are words? Where is his poetry? ) You --.
( He ruts down against him, chasing the feeling. There's a prickling heat spreading throughout his body, toes curling, nails digging in to the meat of Lan Xichen's nape. )
See this through properly and I'll do whatever you want.
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Oh, fuck.
[ He lets him. Would let him adjust and use him even if Wen Kexing had begged, but he doesn't and makes a show of loving it anyway. Xichen braces on a bent arm beside him and kisses adoringly along a jaw, petting his way down the bulge in Wen Kexing's navel where he's stretched full, starting to fuck him by a few inches just to draw his attention to it. ]
Are you okay, sweetheart? I only want to make you feel good, you deserve it. You're so beautiful, so good ...
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Who told him to do that? Which books? Wen Kexing has to know. )
Pl -. ( Teeth snapping closed, unwilling to beg for it just yet. He tugs instead on Lan Xichen's hair, finally appearing from behind the shelter of his arm to let the other hand grasp his hip, digging in to the now forming bruises in as Wen Kexing rocks back down in greedy little increments. He strains upwards, to kiss him again, biting at his bottom lip in agitation, mouth hot and hard. And then, without warning, he uses his not inconsiderable strength to flip them both, lining up their bodies quickly to sink back heavily on Lan Xichen's cock.
His smile is a vicious thing, framed by the messy tumble of his hair, his hands moving to pin Lan Xichen by the shoulders, grinding hard against him. ) You were taking too long. ( He punctuates his complaint by lifting himself half off, only to drop back down with a startled groan, gravity doing wonders to bury the other man deep inside. ) Better.
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The staccato, lost "please" isn't forgotten, even so. He files that away for another time, groaning loudly as Wen Kexing bounces on his cock, enveloping the hard length of it in the snug grip of his ass, sogoodsogoodohgods. The hands pinning him by the shoulders can't stop the way Xichen grips Wen Kexing's hips and drives up to start fucking him properly, sometimes only halfway (mercy) and oftentimes not (greedy), loving the way he can sink to the root and see the tip creating that gorgeous bulge in a flat navel; he moves one hand to pet there, fixated, without letting up the demanding pace. ]
I won't stand for any thing but a good boy in this bed, [ throwing the tease right back from earlier, the Gusu sect leader slams in a few times to make his point, long cock forcing those wet-hot walls to stretch around him, and runs the backs of his knuckles over a straining belly, ] and you are, aren't you, a-Xing?
[ Wen Kexing wanted more, impatient little demon that he is. He can certainly have more to contend with in a hurry if that's his desire, Xichen is eager to please both of them by fucking the kinks out of his lover, purring up approvingly at him with dark eyes, hips rocking to fuck Wen Kexing without tiring like this is a lesson to be learned. The sounds within the hanshi are obscene if anyone happens to pass by, a slap of flesh punctuated by grunts and stifled gasps. ]
My good boy. Say it.
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Ah, I'm not --.
( A weak protest, but a protest nonetheless. It would almost be funny, if he were anyone else. He has certainly played the part well, for the demand to be so earnest. Wen Kexing gasps as he clenches around Lan Xichen's cock, shifting his hips just slightly so he can grind hard and deep against the spot inside that has him seeing stars. His hands slide down sweat slick skin, to rest against a waist, body bowing so he can leave a cruel little bite against Lan Xichen's jaw, breath a jagged static against his throat. )
I need you to touch me.
( Words buried in the curve of his throat, teeth dragging against the vulnerable skin. )
C'mon.
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He brushes long dark hair side and kisses him soundly, lips reluctant to part once he has thoroughly tasted the heat of that beautiful mouth. Tilting up Wen Kexing's chin, he drops a peck there too before trailing a caress down to the other man's cock; the backs of his knuckles ghost along it, long fingers loose when they drift up and down without providing more than a maddening tease. ]
All that matters is you're good for me in this bed. Nothing exists beyond its confines, a-Xing.
[ He tightens his grip and pulls him in for another kiss, thumbing over the sticky slit of that neglected cock. Hot and breathy, Xichen speaks over his mouth. ]
Take what you need, go ahead and ride. [ His smile is confident as well as kind, even if Xichen is blushing like a rose. ] I can handle you.
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O-oh? Can you?
( Grasping at confidence, or maybe it's the challenge of it, but Wen Kexing fucks up into his fist with mindless enjoyment, chasing the high of it all. His thighs burn with the exertion, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. He rides Lan Xichen like he has something to prove, the noise of their bodies meeting growing hard and fast. His teeth catch on an earlobe, tug impatiently before breathless words get tucked close. )
Does A-Huan like this? ( He clenches tight, slowing down the pace with a filthy roll of his hips. ) Is it good? Does he want to come inside?
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Yes.
[ Wen Kexing is squeezing around Xichen's cock and it wrings a low groan out of him, precome spilling hot against those tight walls. Obscene. He takes a fistful of Wen Kexing's hair to pull his head back, tongue lapping possessively over his pulse to taste the sweat there as Xichen grinds up to meet him, wrist flicking faster over the needy cock in his other hand (mostly to get revenge). ]
If I don't come in you, I might die. You're so perfect.
[ And Xichen is close. ]
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( A groan, Wen Kexing desperately bouncing in his lap, his cock sliding hot and heavy inside the cage of Lan Xichen's fingers. He bows his back, one hand braced against the other man's knee, his palm slick with sweat. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he gives him another, wicked little smile, biting his bottom lip between his teeth before letting it pop free again. )
I want you to. I want you to come so deep inside I'll feel it for hours after. ( He's babbling, instinct. As though if he talks then Lan Xichen can't play dirty. ) You feel so wonderful, you're doing so well.
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His voice is a rumble as he mouths the words there. ]
What makes you think, ah ... [ toogoodtoogoodtoogood, ] that we won't be doing this for hours?
[ The rush of white-hot sensation nearly takes him off-guard as he comes, tipping Wen Kexing back to the sheets so he can drive in hard as he spills deep inside that welcoming body, filling him up with molten splashes of come at the same moment Xichen pins him down with a bite to the shoulder. Shuddering tension takes hold of every part of him, muscles taut where he looms, and the only sounds he makes are loud, panting gasps after the deed, hips sinuously grinding in. ]
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You did so well. Good boy, sweet thing.
( A helpless murmur, with every rock of their bodies Wen Kexing gives a desperate hiccup of noise, knees pressing too tight into Lan Xichen's side. He pushes him back against the mattress with a palm to his shoulder, leaning in to kiss him greedily behind the sweeping curtain of his hair, eyes dark when they part, unfocused with hazy pleasure. )
Oh, you came so much. ( He sounds strangely delighted, the noise of their bodies wetter, more obscene. His fingers twitch against Lan Xichen's own where he's still guiding him into stroking his cock, faster and firmer now. His mouth drags damp and warm against skin, breathless. ) You're going to make spill, aren't you? A-Huan made promises, and he's been so good to me. Just a little more.
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Your a-Huan did make promises, didn't he?
[ As he feels a hand guiding his own over that neglected length he starts pumping it in earnest with the slick pressure of his palm, but that's not all. Still hard, cock throbbing with a surge of desire that might just be his own rapid heartbeat, he digs his heels into the bed and moves anew with shorter thrusts to find the one spot that got his lover gagging for it before, pushing down on the curve of his back so there's no hope of Wen Kexing doing anything but taking a firm, single-minded fucking, never leaving him empty as come eases the way now too and spills down blushing thighs.
Xichen's breathing is shallow, framed with a smile as he traps Wen Kexing against him to be railed hard and have his pretty cock jerked off at the same time, not a sign of tiring in the Lan beneath. ]
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