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Properly, you say?

[ All the huffing and pouting (ah, the game is on) is endlessly endearing, rewarded with a light kiss that ghosts over Wen Kexing's lips. Xichen slides a hand around to pet a sash, then lower to feel the body beneath those robes over a navel with firm pressure. ]

It wasn't enough that I stretched you all the way to here, last time?

No.

( Of course it wasn't. Wen Kexing had never been fucked like that in his life and now he knows what it feels like, of course it isn't enough. His palm sweeps, down one of Lan Xichen's arms, curling around his wrist. With a grin, bottom lip caught between his teeth, he lets his gaze drift over the still blissfully empty mountainside to confirm the absense of other people before he presses that hand lower, against the space where Wen Kexing is already half hard. )

I've thought about it since. Do you know some nights I used my own fingers? ( Wickedly. ) They're long, for fingers, but not quite as long as your cock. ( He rolls his hips against Lan Xichen's palm, humming. And then he's breaking away again, flitting back into his own space like a hummingbird, his voice returning to a normal volume. ) You have disciples to assuage, mm?

[ Oh. Oh. He wastes no time in fitting the curve of his palm to that burgeoning cock and strokes lightly, eyes fixed on Wen Kexing just as the other man plans for them to be. Xichen can feel heat pooling at the back of his neck and sliding down his spine, warming him in the cool garden as he pictures those long, fabled fingers trying to get as deep as he did ...

Blinking as he's left with nothing, he snatches Wen Kexing's wrist as he turns away to walk up the mountain. Not, notably, in the direction he came. If his voice sounds rougher, well. ]

They're smart, they can entertain themselves.

( He laughs loudly, the soaring of a bird across the top of trees, letting himself be tugged along in Lan Xichen's wake. )

Oh? Does Lan Huan have something else to do in mind?

( He's so very pleased with himself, the shape of his smile coming through in the tone of his voice. He lets himself ogle the other man greedily, gaze heavy on the shape of his waist. )

Was it something I said?

[ The clasp on a wrist slides to Wen Kexing's hand as he leads him over small bridges and through winding pathways, taking a short-cut through the woods. Eyeing him flatly, he nudges him with an elbow. ]

It's everything you are. [ Looking ahead, he sighs as if put-upon. ] Irresistible.

( Because Wen Kexing has never claimed to be anything but wicked, he uses the cover of the forest to spin Lan Xichen around, backing him against a particularly sturdy looking tree, hands moving to curl possessively around his waist. He grins as he does so, mischievous, bottom lip caught between his own teeth and his head tipped to the side, a bird studying something interesting. )

Am I?

( There's very little space between them, but Wen Kexing closes the remainder easily, pressing the line of his body against Lan Xichen's own. There are a dozen layers between them, but he can feel the other man's burning heat, and he smiles once more, a flicker of sweetness. His nose nudges against Lan Xichen's cheek, mouths scant inches apart. )

Maybe that's you.

[ Spun as he is, he takes to it gamely and drapes his arms around Wen Kexing in turn to smooth up and down his back, bringing him in even as the little fox in his arms sinks forward to close the distance. Tilting his head into the not-kiss he speaks over those teasing lips too, refusing to capture them as they nestle against their tree. ]

If you seduce me here, you'll never get to see the surprise I have for you.

Mm.

( A contemplative hum as he strokes one hand over Lan Xichen's side, something heavy-lidded about his gaze. ) I could seduce you here, couldn't I? ( It's a little thrilling, he thinks, to be able to. The power is a heady one. Wen Kexing has always prided himself on his abilities no matter the source and this is no different. He grins again, just the corner of his mouth lifting to reveal the sharp edge of his teeth. His other hand lifts, to curl around Lan Xichen's strong jawline, thumb brushing lightly over the bow of his bottom lip. )

I might be amenable to the wait, but that depends on the surprise. ( Cheekily. ) Will it be worth it?

[ Maybe the tree really is all they need, he thinks as Wen Kexing pets his jaw and teases. But, no, Xichen knows the Cold Springs will delight him once revealed. ]

In involves getting very, very wet.

[ Just to be cryptic about it as he smiles, leaning in to capture a soft kiss, a hint of a lick tasting the seam of those alluring lips ... self-control, he reminds himself, have some self-control. You are in the woods. ]

Oh?

( So very sly. )

How is that different from what happened last time?

( He was definitely very, very wet. )

[ Lewd little devil ... ]

Because this time, we will be outside.

[ Arching a brow, Xichen slides a hand down Wen Kexing's back and gives his ass a pat-pat of reassurance, then a squeeze. ]

It's out of bounds for visitors, no one will find us there at this time of day.

( A short, sharp inhale. The grip on his backside has him crowding Lan Xichen back into the space against the tree, and he finally, finally presses his lips to the scant space above those high collared robes, smile brushing against his skin. ) We're already outside.

( But -- the promise of privacy is a natural lure. Wen Kexing is not against a little public indecency, but he does very much want to take his time. So he grazes his teeth at the same spot he'd lain his kiss and with great effort pulls himself back. He flicks his hair back over his shoulder, trying to look as uncaring as possible even with the heat burning in his gaze. )

All right. Since you're so adamant. ( Lofty. ) It better be worth it.

It will be.

[ They can't get to the Cold Springs fast enough for Xichen's liking, not with the warm phantom pressure of those lips on his neck. He takes Wen Kexing by the hand and flashes him a wink, there and gone, and leads him deeper into the woods of the mountain. ]

Don't mind the snow and frost, it isn't chilly inside.

[ Only cold, tepid at best, and the healing properties are a distraction from that. The sound of water permeates the usual forest noises as he leads him down a well-concealed hillside of stone stairs, a humble waterfall permanently decorated in twinkling snow around the edges supplying a crystal-clear spring at the bottom. Winter flowers bloom all around the edges in whites and blues, and the only sign of man-made influence is the carved benches to the side for their clothing and the steps down into the water.

He looks at Wen Kexing for his reaction. ]

Oh.

( It's pretty, is the thing. Wen Kexing might fancy himself a city boy, but he's not immune to the grandeur of a natural wonder. He pauses by the side of the spring, keen gaze taking it all in. A hum and he's crouching to run fingers through the water, the chill of it not all that unpleasant, but he still has to look up with an incredulous glance. )

It's all right for you, he of the massive phallus. The cold would probably just make you look more than adequate instead of the usual personal challenge.

( He rises, using those damp, cold fingers to once again cradle Lan Xichen's face, sweet despite the teasing of his words. ) A nice surprise from a nice boy. You'll have to promise to warm me up.

A-Xing ... !

[ 'Massive phallus', he has to shake and duck his head at that, laughing in embarrassment. He looks up when that cool hand slides along his cheek, resting their foreheads together ... although he's busy unravelling a belt and sash, loosening his way inside Wen Kexing's robes, too. Warming him up, yes. ]

That was entirely the idea.

[ Like the hot mouth that fastens onto the exposed side of Wen Kexing's neck and sucks, teeth light pressure as Xichen hums low in his throat and starts working on a lovebite. He can multitask, especially when it comes to getting his clever, eager lover naked. ]

The waters also have healing properties ...

[ Which he mentions between working over that neck, for no reason. None. ]

( Oh, but Lan Xichen is so cute. Wen Kexing lets his clothes be tugged at without protest, shrugging out of his fine over layer with ease once his belt and sash are removed. He moves his own hands to do the same for Lan Xichen, with a lot more groping of his waist for the effort. The sucking kiss at his throat has him tilting his head to bare the skin better, a light shudder shivering down his back. )

Are you planning to so abuse this poor body with your greedy touch that I might need healed from it?

( If he weren't so absolutely sure of who caused the attempt on his life, he might for a second consider that somehow Lan Xichen knew who he was and had been part of it. What better way to get at the Ghost Valley Master than when he's vulnerable? But no, he's been careful. And Lan Xichen is just ... sweet. Of course he would mention the true purpose of said spring while divesting Wen Kexing of his clothes. So instead he laughs, places a pretty kiss against the other man's mouth, eagerly wriggling free of his two many layers. When he is bare from the waist up he steps back only to start unlacing his boots. )

We really won't be disturbed?

[ A sweet, hungry soul with a taste for what was sampled months ago, that's all he is. He wastes no time in setting his own boots aside and sliding out of every layer yet to be undone, eyes on Wen Kexing appreciatively all the while. He's been half-hard since the woods, hot blood stirring as it remembers the weight and warmth of his lover, keen not to waste a moment alone with him. ]

No one will come, the Cold Spring is off-limits unless permission is granted for its use and the back of Cloud Recesses is out-of-bounds. I wouldn't cause you any embarrassment with an unwanted audience, a-Xing.

[ His inner-robe is folded and dropped atop the others on a stone bench and he walks down the stone steps into the spring, pausing when halfway immersed to offer Wen Kexing a hand once he's ready to join him. The waters are cool, but not unpleasantly so, and it wouldn't matter if they were because Xichen is blushing from the ears-down as he stares unabashedly at the man disrobing ashore. ]

( His clothing gets abandoned alongside Lan Xichen's - though Wen Kexing's are less neat, for the haste in which he leaves them - and he turns, naked as a babe, a grin on his lips as he looks at the man before him. With his hands on his hips he knows he strikes a particular pose, half-erect, wicked smirk, gaze hot with his own want. It's only a second or two before he's taking that offered hand and stepping in. At first the chill is a little much, and he shivers a bit, nose scrunching up. But it's better to dive right in instead of lingering in his discomfort and so he makes it the rest of the way without fanfare, throwing his arms around Lan Xichen's neck to pull himself closer. )

Hello.

( They're very close, and Wen Kexing wastes no time in drawing the other man into a kiss, the deep kind, tongue sliding past his lips with ease. Their bodies melt together, chest to chest, Wen Kexing sliding a leg between Lan Xichen's thighs, pressing against his cock with a pleased hum lost between their lips. The other man was right, with the bodyheat the pools aren't too bad.

He's feeling better already. )

[ Gathering Wen Kexing into his arms, giving his back a rub to stave off the lingering cold, he's swiftly distracted after that Hello and kisses him deeply in the way he has wanted to ever since Wen Kexing's trespassing over the wall. He sinks a hand into soft hair to dampen it, a low noise passing over their tongues as his cock is provided a thigh to rut against.

The world falls away, his duties, the fact he left the lanshi and said he would handle the break-in and hasn't returned. Xichen encircles a waist and lifts Wen Kexing to carry him to the edge of the spring, to the soft snow-covered bank where he can get between his legs. That's all that matters for the moment, nothing more. ]

Sweetheart ...

( The endearment makes him tremble a little, a fact he hopes will be easily explained away by the water. Wen Kexing aims to distract by simply wrapping his legs around Lan Xichen's waist, a hand burying in thick black hair with greedy ease. It's too tempting to press closer, and he's never been very good at resisting and so he does, cock dragging along the firm shape of the other man's abs. He can feel Lan Xichen's own against the swell of his ass, steadily thickening with every squirming, wriggling movement Wen Kexing tortures him with. It makes him smile, pleased. )

You did miss me.

( Gleeful, like a child stealing candy. It hadn't really been something he'd let himself think about. What did it matter if Lan Xichen thought of him or not? He hadn't expected to return. But that had been before, when he'd assumed himself valiantly unchanged. )

Poor boy, all alone, no one to take care of you.

( His nails scratch at the curve of Lan Xichen's skull, affectionate. When he ducks back in to kiss him it's fully lingering, a slow hot sweep of his tongue behind teeth, the mingling of breath, Wen Kexing's errant hum of pleasure muffled. )

[ The surprise that floods through the lust he's currently trying not to give into (too early) is subsumed by the charming glee that brightens Wen Kexing all over, a smile meeting the kiss and its declaration of being the one to take care of him. He licks his way around that hot mouth to say hello properly, tasting every corner in unhurried, insistent sweeps, the grip he has on an ass kneading as Xichen's body rocks in on instinct, cock nudging up behind taut balls.

He grins, nudging a cheek with his nose. ]

I've been very lonely without my beautiful a-Xing around.

[ It's not a lie at all, he has missed his laugh terribly as the silence of the mountain returned in Wen Kexing's wake. Xichen kisses him again, open-mouthed and filthy by the standards of any sect, let alone the Lans, encouraging him to rub his cock against the hard line of his abs. ]

My good boy, [ he murmurs between hot smeared lips as lowered lashes watch that plush mouth, only speaking the way he does because this is Wen Kexing, no one else, ] couldn't find a cock to fill him up the way he needs, hmm? Shh, I've got you, baobei.

( There had been a plan, Wen Kexing had been set upon it. Seducing Lan Xichen with his charm, yes, but remaining aloof about it while he did so. He'd been desperate to reclaim some of his ... dignity? No, not that. Something though, the shreds of his ironclad control over himself, perhaps. It's summarily tossed out the minute he's pulled into the other man's arms, that warm mouth kissing him, murmuring the kind of sweet nothings that Wen Kexing doesn't want ... shouldn't want.

He closes his eyes against the onslaught, shuddering awful at the endearment, flush rushing to life beneath his skin. )

Maybe I'll commission a jade replica. Fuck myself with it.

( It's an almost appealing idea. But he has the horrible suspicion that it still wouldn't be the same. His hips stutter, torn between directions, wet hands sliding over Lan Xichen's shoulders and then down, pawing at the muscle of his chest. Wen Kexing hums, greedy as his hands fan out, thumbing one nipple sweetly. Then, impish. )

Aiya, but you'll do for now.

[ His smile travels up Wen Kexing's neck to his ear. ]

Maybe I will have one made for you, so it's accurate.

[ He doesn't mind the idea of Wen Kexing using a replica, or he minds it far less than he does the idea of another man touching him (he has no right to be annoyed, he knows, but a kernel of jealousy is there all the same). Hissing as his chest is toyed with, he runs his fingers down the curve of that ass to tease an exposed hole, slipping one inside to start fucking him the way he remembers Wen Kexing liked ... not too fast but neither too shallow, letting the healing effects of the pond take care of any discomfort.

He mouths along a jaw, kisses and heated, private murmurs. ]

I did not think I would be lucky enough to see you again.

( Oh? Well, he can see the appeal of the spring now, the usual old sting soothed away by the chill of the water. He makes a noise regardless, leaning forward to give Lan Xichen better access, one hand sweeping down to his hip, the other arm around his neck. They're pressed close like this, and Wen Kexing wastes no time in biting along the sharp shape of Lan Xichen's jaw, light but like he can't quite help it. )

You weren't supposed to.

( There isn't any viciousness to Wen Kexing's words. It is what it is, and what happened between them was merely meant to be a nice time with a well-endowed boy. He doesn't do repeat performances, unless he's seeing someone paid to do what he says and not kill him over it. It was only ever meant to be a sweet memory. And yet here they are, fingers squeezing Lan Xichen's hip almost hard enough to bruise, his cock a hard brand between their stomachs, hole greedily clutching his finger. )

I'd let you watch. ( Breathless, tongue snaking out to drag against the line of Lan Xichen's pulse. And then the meanness creeps back in, his faux irritation at the other man's perceived slights colouring his voice. ) No, I'd make you. Ah. Tie you up and keep you there while I fucked myself on some imitation. It's what you deserve.

[ That earns a tsk and a second finger, letting him feel the burn of the stretch before the pain recedes. He sinks them deeper, rubbing for the angle that made Wen Kexing wail and complain last time. Xichen thinks his memory is rather good; having never slept with anyone else, his memory of their first time is clearer than the spring water. All that snappy whining and nipping is a sign Wen Kexing is already impatiently craving more, it's easy for Xichen to read him. More than it should be, perhaps, but he has always been an immaculately focused student. ]

This humble one would gladly suffer such a punishment ...

[ He tilts his chin up to surrender his throat and jaw to Wen Kexing's gnawing affection while Xichen fights the meanness with sweetness, laughing softly as he swallows and his adam's apple bobs. ]

What was wrong with the man you asked to take you, aside from his size? I don't think he adored you or knew how much of a good boy you can be. Such a darling for me, so pretty ... so tight, too. Poor boy, did he even fuck you at all? What a waste of you spreading your legs.

[ His fingers press deeper, faster passes rubbing that sweet spot so the water around them ripples from the movement of his arm. ]

Relax, Zewu-Jun has you now. Isn't this better?

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