( 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.
[ 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.
( 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.
[ '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. )
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
( 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. )
[ 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. ]
( Wen Kexing splutters in response, half angry, half overcome with pure unbridled lust. It shouldn't be working on him, it shouldn't, he has done everything he can do to sharpen all of his edges, so much so that the danger in him should only ever be a breath away from the surface. In all seriousness, it should amuse him, that Lan Xichen is so fooled by the gentlemanly veneer he's put on. But no, the words make something go tight and furiously hot inside of him, and he buries his face in the other man's shoulder with a barely concealed whine. )
He was boring. ( It's out of Wen Kexing's mouth before he can stop it, a fine tremor running through his body. His foot slips a little under the water, before he hitches his leg higher around Lan Xichen's side, the heel digging in just above the swell of his ass. ) It didn't feel boring when I would fuck him, or maybe he just knew how to act better. ( A bitten off gasp at the press of Lan Xichen's fingers, his vision sparking behind his eyelids. And then, almost a whine, definitely a complaint. ) It wasn't good, I didn't come. D-do you know how many men I've bedded and I've never - fuck - never had an issue and then there's you and now I can't, I want --.
( His hips are moving helplessly, the water splashing around them as he rocks against Lan Xichen's touch. He mouths at the shape of his shoulder, drags the wet bruised shape of his own along pale skin and then up, to his throat again, Wen Kexing not quite looking at him. )
I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel it.
[ Oh. A mite of guilt slips in and he kisses Wen Kexing's hair, sorry he couldn't come but that's all. Mildly pleased in some deep, dark corner of his pride that he doesn't indulge at any other time. ]
Whatever you want, sweetheart. Always.
[ His own patience is worn about as thin as he can handle. Fingers slip free, a consoling rub given around the rim before he guides his cock there and the tip pushes in with dull pressure, stretching Wen Kexing out around its thick crown. Xichen grunts and buries his face in Wen Kexing's hair, nuzzling behind an ear to hide his own groans as they are dragged, if feels, from right behind his ribs. This is where he wants to be, sinking inside Wen Kexing where no other man should ever be, making him crave every inch as badly as Xichen needs to be inside him; it's almost an exorcism, ridding the sensation of anyone else from filling his lover. ]
I have [ gasping, he swallows the sound and kisses the hinge of a jaw, stars behind his eyelids from the tight clutch around his cock, ] missed you so much, a-Xing.
( Maybe they should fuck in the cold springs more often, if this is how easy it makes taking Lan Xichen's significant girth. Wen Kexing clutches at him, fingers digging into his shoulders as the other man pushes in, a slow, tight squeeze. He can't help but clench down, a muffled gasp falling from his own lips, cock twitching where it's pressed between them. It feels much more than he remembers too, filling him up obscenely, and Wen Kexing realises suddenly that there could be no comparison.
Lan Xichen's cock is handcrafted by the heavens, of course there couldn't be. )
Ah. ( But it's so good, there isn't a part of him that can't feel the shape of Lan Xichen inside him. Wen Kexing soothes a wet palm over a broad jaw, drawing his thumb over a plush lower lip, dipping it past his teeth to where an eager tongue laps against the skin. His hips move, restless, desperately, bouncing a little. ) Fuck, oh. You're perfect.
[ The groan that Wen Kexing pulls out of him by bouncing on his cock is unlike any noise Xichen makes in the rest of Cloud Recesses, turning his head with parted lips as that thumb presses over his tongue, panting against it. He grabs him by the hips and pins him to the snowy bank, frost melting into springy green grass from the heat of their bodies, and fucks him hard the way he has wanted to his nightly musings for months, using that slight resistance as a challenge to fill up that greedy hole. He can feel him bearing down and it's exquisite, the tight clutch of his lover wringing around his cock as it slams home over and over, tidal waves crashing against the shore behind Wen Kexing's back as Xichen gathers him in for heated kisses, only wanting to drive into his lover and work out any lasting evidence of another man.
Abruptly, despite all his calm and reason, he hates the idea of anyone else's cock taking his place. Wen Kexing is his, his sweet, playful crush, who deserves to be adored and spoiled and railed when that cute horniness rears its head. All the griping and moaning means nothing during moments like this, because no matter how much Wen Kexing brays about not needing him it's so clear it's a lie.
Xichen drags his kisses down a jaw, voice hot with longing as he makes love to him. ]
( He has to dig a palm into the grass to steady himself, his fingers pressing into cold, frosty earth. The other is wrapped around Lan Xichen's neck, underneath the black fall of his hair, desperately clinging. He wonders which imprint will last longer, skin or ground, finds himself almost eager to leave something more lingering. It's hard to think though, with Lan Xichen groaning sweet nothings against his throat, pulse jumping underneath his lips, his cock a persistent exquisite pleasure deep inside Wen Kexing's greedy body.
He whines without thinking, something mindless in it, the animal part of himself given way to pleasure. If someone were to stumble too close to the cold springs there would be no mistaking what was happening, the water sloshing rhythmically, the sound of two men's desperate breathing, the wet slap of fucking bodies. He has to screw his eyes closed tight for a second, vision sparking against the black, overcome with it. )
How are you so good? It's too much. ( It isn't, it's very good, Wen Kexing whining for the sake of it, his mouth twisting with clumsy arousal. ) Fuck.
[ When Wen Kexing braces himself on the grassy bank, Xichen slides a hand down to hold the full weight of him with a grip on his ass and wraps a fist around the tip of his cock so that on every thrust Wen Kexing gets the extra squeeze he needs, mimicking the snugness Xichen is currently basking in. He tilts his head back to watch him, making it obvious, from that pretty face whining so loudly to the obscene sight of him being fucked and pleasured in the swirling waters around where they join. ]
I, [ between ragged breaths, he admits, ] I don't like that you took another man to your bed.
[ Tension lines his shoulders as he nudges the length of his cock over a prostate, over and over to hear more of those needy whines; his thumb smears over a slit, rubbing insistently and although he has no right to be jealous he very much is. ]
You won't do that again, will you? [ Stimulating Wen Kexing from inside and out, the bulge of his own cock nudging his own knuckles as it drives behind a navel, Xichen nuzzles behind Wen Kexing's ear. ] Don't make me hate people I don't know.
( It's almost too much, the unforgiving pace Lan Xichen sets for them, each thrust inside of his own body having him jolting up into the tight cage of the other man's fingers. He shouldn't be so turned on by that possessive streak either, Wen Kexing belongs to no one and nothing, but he finds the jealousy ... not appealing, but novel. That someone would care enough to be envious is new. Lan Xichen keeps making him feel things he's never felt before, and he absolutely should not want that. )
You don't know how to hate people.
( All but panted, squeezing muscles down on Lan Xichen's cock, both arms now wrapped around his neck so Wen Kexing can pull himself up and bounce back down in tandem to the other man's pace. He kisses him again, the biting kind, tugging that puffy lower lip between his teeth and then dragging his tongue along it. )
You'll have to give me a - Gods - a reason not to.
[ Working together has them quickly falling into a pace that suits both and he chases that licking tongue with a swipe of his own, capturing a kiss fiercer than any that has come before it, biting and claiming.
He feels half mad with desire, a frown in place as Xichen grinds in slower, letting Wen Kexing feel the stretch and twitch of a large cock stretching him wide around its base. Gentle knuckles pet the belly bulge he creates, loving and admiring like the softening of his kisses when he needs to catch a breath, foreheads resting together. ]
( Whether he means himself, or the way Lan Xichen is petting at the bump in his stomach remains to be seen. He might ask him about it one day, but for now he's too busy chasing the delicious grind, arousal burning away like an ever-increasing fire inside of him. The cool of the water is doing nothing to slake the heat under his skin neither, in fact he doesn't notice it anymore, it feels just as boiling as he is. )
I'm no ascetic. If you want me to be good, you'll have to keep me satisfied. ( As if he could be anything but, when Lan Xichen fucks him like this, slow, deep. Still, he blinks, coquettishly, the act ruined by how high the colour on his cheek burns, and by the way his mouth falls open on a pant with a particularly good thrust. He's close, he thinks, eyelashes fluttering, fingers dragging through hair. ) I'll need to be seen to, do you understand?
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( So very sly. )
How is that different from what happened last time?
( He was definitely very, very wet. )
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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.
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( 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.
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[ 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. ]
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( 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.
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[ '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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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. )
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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 ...
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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. )
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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He was boring. ( It's out of Wen Kexing's mouth before he can stop it, a fine tremor running through his body. His foot slips a little under the water, before he hitches his leg higher around Lan Xichen's side, the heel digging in just above the swell of his ass. ) It didn't feel boring when I would fuck him, or maybe he just knew how to act better. ( A bitten off gasp at the press of Lan Xichen's fingers, his vision sparking behind his eyelids. And then, almost a whine, definitely a complaint. ) It wasn't good, I didn't come. D-do you know how many men I've bedded and I've never - fuck - never had an issue and then there's you and now I can't, I want --.
( His hips are moving helplessly, the water splashing around them as he rocks against Lan Xichen's touch. He mouths at the shape of his shoulder, drags the wet bruised shape of his own along pale skin and then up, to his throat again, Wen Kexing not quite looking at him. )
I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel it.
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Whatever you want, sweetheart. Always.
[ His own patience is worn about as thin as he can handle. Fingers slip free, a consoling rub given around the rim before he guides his cock there and the tip pushes in with dull pressure, stretching Wen Kexing out around its thick crown. Xichen grunts and buries his face in Wen Kexing's hair, nuzzling behind an ear to hide his own groans as they are dragged, if feels, from right behind his ribs. This is where he wants to be, sinking inside Wen Kexing where no other man should ever be, making him crave every inch as badly as Xichen needs to be inside him; it's almost an exorcism, ridding the sensation of anyone else from filling his lover. ]
I have [ gasping, he swallows the sound and kisses the hinge of a jaw, stars behind his eyelids from the tight clutch around his cock, ] missed you so much, a-Xing.
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Lan Xichen's cock is handcrafted by the heavens, of course there couldn't be. )
Ah. ( But it's so good, there isn't a part of him that can't feel the shape of Lan Xichen inside him. Wen Kexing soothes a wet palm over a broad jaw, drawing his thumb over a plush lower lip, dipping it past his teeth to where an eager tongue laps against the skin. His hips move, restless, desperately, bouncing a little. ) Fuck, oh. You're perfect.
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Abruptly, despite all his calm and reason, he hates the idea of anyone else's cock taking his place. Wen Kexing is his, his sweet, playful crush, who deserves to be adored and spoiled and railed when that cute horniness rears its head. All the griping and moaning means nothing during moments like this, because no matter how much Wen Kexing brays about not needing him it's so clear it's a lie.
Xichen drags his kisses down a jaw, voice hot with longing as he makes love to him. ]
Baobei, my sweet boy ...
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He whines without thinking, something mindless in it, the animal part of himself given way to pleasure. If someone were to stumble too close to the cold springs there would be no mistaking what was happening, the water sloshing rhythmically, the sound of two men's desperate breathing, the wet slap of fucking bodies. He has to screw his eyes closed tight for a second, vision sparking against the black, overcome with it. )
How are you so good? It's too much. ( It isn't, it's very good, Wen Kexing whining for the sake of it, his mouth twisting with clumsy arousal. ) Fuck.
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I, [ between ragged breaths, he admits, ] I don't like that you took another man to your bed.
[ Tension lines his shoulders as he nudges the length of his cock over a prostate, over and over to hear more of those needy whines; his thumb smears over a slit, rubbing insistently and although he has no right to be jealous he very much is. ]
You won't do that again, will you? [ Stimulating Wen Kexing from inside and out, the bulge of his own cock nudging his own knuckles as it drives behind a navel, Xichen nuzzles behind Wen Kexing's ear. ] Don't make me hate people I don't know.
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( It's almost too much, the unforgiving pace Lan Xichen sets for them, each thrust inside of his own body having him jolting up into the tight cage of the other man's fingers. He shouldn't be so turned on by that possessive streak either, Wen Kexing belongs to no one and nothing, but he finds the jealousy ... not appealing, but novel. That someone would care enough to be envious is new. Lan Xichen keeps making him feel things he's never felt before, and he absolutely should not want that. )
You don't know how to hate people.
( All but panted, squeezing muscles down on Lan Xichen's cock, both arms now wrapped around his neck so Wen Kexing can pull himself up and bounce back down in tandem to the other man's pace. He kisses him again, the biting kind, tugging that puffy lower lip between his teeth and then dragging his tongue along it. )
You'll have to give me a - Gods - a reason not to.
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He feels half mad with desire, a frown in place as Xichen grinds in slower, letting Wen Kexing feel the stretch and twitch of a large cock stretching him wide around its base. Gentle knuckles pet the belly bulge he creates, loving and admiring like the softening of his kisses when he needs to catch a breath, foreheads resting together. ]
Because I'm asking isn't reason enough?
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( Whether he means himself, or the way Lan Xichen is petting at the bump in his stomach remains to be seen. He might ask him about it one day, but for now he's too busy chasing the delicious grind, arousal burning away like an ever-increasing fire inside of him. The cool of the water is doing nothing to slake the heat under his skin neither, in fact he doesn't notice it anymore, it feels just as boiling as he is. )
I'm no ascetic. If you want me to be good, you'll have to keep me satisfied. ( As if he could be anything but, when Lan Xichen fucks him like this, slow, deep. Still, he blinks, coquettishly, the act ruined by how high the colour on his cheek burns, and by the way his mouth falls open on a pant with a particularly good thrust. He's close, he thinks, eyelashes fluttering, fingers dragging through hair. ) I'll need to be seen to, do you understand?
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