( 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?
[ The fluttering lashes over Wen Kexing's pretty, burning cheeks has Xichen's heart in a noose to go along with his dick in a vice. Pausing their conversation to fuck him with greater force a few times, to make him feel it and drag his cock over every inch of those hot walls, his grip simultaneously secures around the root of Wen Kexing's stiff cock, refusing to let him come and only chase the sensation of getting closer to a pique. ]
Be mine and I'll give it to you whenever you need it, love. Day or night, you'll be my priority.
[ Xichen kisses his way along a jaw and lower to taste the pounding heartbeat there. ]
Do you want me to beg? Alright. [ He raises his head and Xichen's lips catch on an earlobe, tongue delicately tracing the shell. ] Please, sweetheart, I'll treat you so well. No matter what you do when you leave this mountain, you'll always be my good boy. I'll always want you.
( The whine this time is higher, more desperate, Lan Xichen's grip around the base of his cock an iron brand of repressing heat. Wen Kexing pants desperately, little repetitive ah's of sound, his whole body shuddering at the onslaught. He has to drop his hand to steady himself again, grass torn beneath his scrabbling, desperate fingers. )
Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, don't be mean. ( The begging makes him feel terribly overwhelmed, a molten flush swooping through his stomach with nowhere for it to be released. ) I'll do whatever you want. ( It might not be too bad, to have someone specific - someone specific he isn't paying - but Wen Kexing isn't thinking about that now. ) Whatever, just -. A-Huan, Huan-ge, be nice.
( If anything, the denial has made Wen Kexing more aroused, something he might have to examine later. Or more likely, bury his head in the sand about. For now he's too busy knowing how badly he is to coming if only Lan Xichen would let him. )
[ A-Huan, Huan-ge, so cute the way Wen Kexing stomps his proverbial foot and becomes a demanding, helpless mess. Xichen is jealous of even the grass and hoists him forward into his arms so he has nothing to cling to but a sect leader, dragging him into the middle of the pond where he strokes Wen Kexing's cock but otherwise keeps a protective arm around him. Protective, yes, that's so much of how he feels toward his mysterious, charming lover.
He can feel his own orgasm building, a heavy weight like iron as he kisses him in the swirling periwinkle waters. ]
Take what you came here for, sweetheart.
[ From the long, hard thrusts filling him up, his only point of contact being Xichen in the middle of the pond, cut off from the rest of the world. ]
( He has no choice but to cling, elbows thrown over Lan Xichen's broad shoulders, his thighs burning with the exertion of bouncing himself up and down that cock. He's never been like this before, so desperate to chase an orgasm that he doesn't keep at least a small part of himself in check. Right now though, it's almost impossible to, wordless, ridiculous little sounds falling from his lips. Gravity is both a blessing and a curse when he falls back down on Lan Xichen's member with a groan, it's like he's so deep, like he could be rearranging all of Wen Kexing's internal organs just with the size of his cock, like it's entirely possible that he's in his throat. It makes him feel wild, feel feral.
There's a cramp in his foot, toes curled in anticipation, a moan that's half dazed pleasure and half pain. It really doesn't take that long after that, and later he might be surprised that the only pressure on his own member resulted from the brush of it against Lan Xichen's stomach, that he came almost untouched. His orgasm hits like a wave, crashing down over his prickling scalp, whole body clenching up. It pulses, and he loses the grip of his legs, foot kicking out desperately. Were the other man not holding him up he'd probably have fallen.
As it is, Wen Kexing comes so hard his vision goes black, hitting the underside of his own chin with his own spend. )
[ Whenever Wen Kexing runs out of words that's when Xichen likes to observe him best, at least in between the moments of startling pleasure that he suffers while holding out on his own orgasm. He makes sure Wen Kexing gets there first, devoted to nothing but riding him, then allows himself to slam in and hold him close as he spills inside, a choked series of groans filling the otherwise peaceful air ...
The first thing he does when he isn't so focused on grinding the last of those electric shockwaves into Wen Kexing is lick his chin clean, then his throat, breathless laughter against pink skin as he realises how hard the other man came; the water washes off most of it but some of that come drips off his own chest too, accidentally marked by his demanding lover.
Then his arms are around him and he walks them back to the shore, putting his own back against a new patch of refreshing snow so he can sit there and let them stew in their own exhausted lust, petting Wen Kexing's flanks and sides. ]
( Affection is a strange thing, rarely felt for anyone beyond Gu Xiang. But he feels it then, with Lan Xichen laughing against his skin, his own body a brilliant bruised ache of want. It's so surprising that he lets himself be pulled along, rearranged, pet like a housecat, draped over jade skin. His breathing takes a long time to settle, every time he thinks it might a little aftershock tingles throughout him, or another slow wave of fondness slips through his veins and it speeds right back up again.
Oh, Wen Kexing thinks, I like him.
He keeps the thought to himself though, instead petting at the firm chest beneath his cheek. ) Good boy. ( A little mumble. ) Well done.
[ Xichen radiates affection, from his hugs to the kisses that plant in Wen Kexing's damp hair. Humming to placate the silly thing in his lap acting like it's in charge, he pats him on the thigh and gives a squeeze there; the fingers of his other hand slide back to where his cock is still buried, though softening, to rub around the sore rim clutching him tight. ]
Easy now, sit up. Let the water get to wherever it hurts.
( Sit up he does, glancing sly eyed down at Lan Xichen. It's still a little too much to feel him so deep inside, the softness offering little relief. But that's not exactly what he needs anyway. )
What if I like how it aches after you've so abused me? ( He sniffs, dramatic, though without the energy for much more. ) I'm probably bruised inside you know.
A-Xing. What are you after, a second round already?
[ His dick gives an enthused, valiant twitch as he listens, cupping Wen Kexing's cheeks as he kisses him and pretends his erection isn't half his common sense right now. Thumbs brush under pretty eyes. ]
It's been so long since you were here. I wanted you so much, you've exhausted this humble one.
( Contemplative, and with a weak shivering clutch of muscle. But, alas. He doesn't think he could do it. )
As pretty as this spring is, I'm very aware you left an entire classroom of students to attend to a potential intruder. ( He turns his face into the palm of Lan Xichen's hand, scraping his teeth along the muscle of his thumb. ) And while I'm sure they probably need a proper conversation about the birds and the bees, no. I don't think a second round is a good idea. Here, anyway.
[ Oh no, the juniors! He definitely forgot about those, his expression says as much as he rolls his eyes at himself and taps Wen Kexing on the lips. All he wants to do is kiss his way along a blushing shoulder and map out those beautiful thighs either side of his lap, why must he be sect leader? Terribly unfair, really. ]
I should ... go to them. But first, [ the four walls and a door, ] let me take you back to the hanshi. You can rest there, I'll have a hot meal sent while I'm away. Would you wait a little while for me?
( He laughs at the look on Lan Xichen's face, cupping his jaw with something fond on his own. )
Ah, duty calls.
( He gets his knees under him somehow, shoving aside the reluctance to move. Still, he can't help his moan as the other man's cock slips free, a little bit forlorn at the loss. With a sigh, Wen Kexing looks down at him, eyes dark. )
I'll wait. You've been good to me, of course I'll wait. Though if I fall asleep that's your own doing.
[ He has to bring up a hand to cover his own groan as he feels that overwhelming heat slip away, resting his forehead against a hip as he looks up into those dark eyes. He plants a kiss on a navel, regaining his braincells in the process, and rises to slip a hand in Wen Kexing's to safely lead him from the pond. ]
You can do whatever you want. Would you like me to carry you to the hanshi, once we are dressed? If you're ... sore.
( As ... appealing as the idea is. There's only the faintest of tremors still running through his legs as he slips on his inner robe, and then the next. He's not exactly as neat and presentable as he is usually, but there's no point tying himself into them if he's just going to discard them again, and if Lan Xichen has other things to do then maybe Wen Kexing can wait for him naked, in his bed.
That decided, he sweeps another hungry glance over the other man. )
[ He catches that look, dressing in his heavy layers (and hoping his hair will have somewhat dried by the time he makes it down the mountain). Xichen wraps his arms around Wen Kexing's waist and reels him into a hug from behind, hoping to reassure him and kissing his neck. ]
I'll have something to eat sent up to you, if you want it, and finish my business as quickly as I can to return to you.
( Another shiver, Wen Kexing helplessly pressing back into the expanse of Lan Xichen's body. )
Aiya, if you want me to let you actually return to your duties you're going to have to keep your hands off of me. ( How on earth is he possibly supposed to resist, when Lan Xichen is still so warm against him, despite the chill of the water they've just emerged from? ) Come on, show me back. The sooner you go, the sooner you can return. Who knows what I might come up with in your absence? All the more reason to hurry.
[ He could stand there for hours, holding onto Wen Kexing and warming his body with his own. Sadly, he has to step ahead to lead the way to the hanshi, but he slides a hand into his lover's as a guide ... and to rub his thumb over that palm absent-mindedly. ]
What you might find in the hanshi? Feel free to root around, you might surprise even me.
[ A guqin, painting supplies, hidden alcohol under a floorboard by the bed, along with certain ... oils, and plenty of expensive robes folded up for use. Until then, Xichen reluctantly leaves him in the picturesque home he has known all his life and goes to reassure the juniors he hasn't been eaten yet and send up a meal for his guest. ]
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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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Be mine and I'll give it to you whenever you need it, love. Day or night, you'll be my priority.
[ Xichen kisses his way along a jaw and lower to taste the pounding heartbeat there. ]
Do you want me to beg? Alright. [ He raises his head and Xichen's lips catch on an earlobe, tongue delicately tracing the shell. ] Please, sweetheart, I'll treat you so well. No matter what you do when you leave this mountain, you'll always be my good boy. I'll always want you.
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Lan Xichen, Lan Huan, don't be mean. ( The begging makes him feel terribly overwhelmed, a molten flush swooping through his stomach with nowhere for it to be released. ) I'll do whatever you want. ( It might not be too bad, to have someone specific - someone specific he isn't paying - but Wen Kexing isn't thinking about that now. ) Whatever, just -. A-Huan, Huan-ge, be nice.
( If anything, the denial has made Wen Kexing more aroused, something he might have to examine later. Or more likely, bury his head in the sand about. For now he's too busy knowing how badly he is to coming if only Lan Xichen would let him. )
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[ A-Huan, Huan-ge, so cute the way Wen Kexing stomps his proverbial foot and becomes a demanding, helpless mess. Xichen is jealous of even the grass and hoists him forward into his arms so he has nothing to cling to but a sect leader, dragging him into the middle of the pond where he strokes Wen Kexing's cock but otherwise keeps a protective arm around him. Protective, yes, that's so much of how he feels toward his mysterious, charming lover.
He can feel his own orgasm building, a heavy weight like iron as he kisses him in the swirling periwinkle waters. ]
Take what you came here for, sweetheart.
[ From the long, hard thrusts filling him up, his only point of contact being Xichen in the middle of the pond, cut off from the rest of the world. ]
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There's a cramp in his foot, toes curled in anticipation, a moan that's half dazed pleasure and half pain. It really doesn't take that long after that, and later he might be surprised that the only pressure on his own member resulted from the brush of it against Lan Xichen's stomach, that he came almost untouched. His orgasm hits like a wave, crashing down over his prickling scalp, whole body clenching up. It pulses, and he loses the grip of his legs, foot kicking out desperately. Were the other man not holding him up he'd probably have fallen.
As it is, Wen Kexing comes so hard his vision goes black, hitting the underside of his own chin with his own spend. )
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The first thing he does when he isn't so focused on grinding the last of those electric shockwaves into Wen Kexing is lick his chin clean, then his throat, breathless laughter against pink skin as he realises how hard the other man came; the water washes off most of it but some of that come drips off his own chest too, accidentally marked by his demanding lover.
Then his arms are around him and he walks them back to the shore, putting his own back against a new patch of refreshing snow so he can sit there and let them stew in their own exhausted lust, petting Wen Kexing's flanks and sides. ]
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Oh, Wen Kexing thinks, I like him.
He keeps the thought to himself though, instead petting at the firm chest beneath his cheek. ) Good boy. ( A little mumble. ) Well done.
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Easy now, sit up. Let the water get to wherever it hurts.
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( Sit up he does, glancing sly eyed down at Lan Xichen. It's still a little too much to feel him so deep inside, the softness offering little relief. But that's not exactly what he needs anyway. )
What if I like how it aches after you've so abused me? ( He sniffs, dramatic, though without the energy for much more. ) I'm probably bruised inside you know.
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[ His dick gives an enthused, valiant twitch as he listens, cupping Wen Kexing's cheeks as he kisses him and pretends his erection isn't half his common sense right now. Thumbs brush under pretty eyes. ]
It's been so long since you were here. I wanted you so much, you've exhausted this humble one.
[ Maybe. If he stays inside him, who knows? ]
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( Contemplative, and with a weak shivering clutch of muscle. But, alas. He doesn't think he could do it. )
As pretty as this spring is, I'm very aware you left an entire classroom of students to attend to a potential intruder. ( He turns his face into the palm of Lan Xichen's hand, scraping his teeth along the muscle of his thumb. ) And while I'm sure they probably need a proper conversation about the birds and the bees, no. I don't think a second round is a good idea. Here, anyway.
( And then a grin. )
With four walls and a door though? Probably.
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I should ... go to them. But first, [ the four walls and a door, ] let me take you back to the hanshi. You can rest there, I'll have a hot meal sent while I'm away. Would you wait a little while for me?
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Ah, duty calls.
( He gets his knees under him somehow, shoving aside the reluctance to move. Still, he can't help his moan as the other man's cock slips free, a little bit forlorn at the loss. With a sigh, Wen Kexing looks down at him, eyes dark. )
I'll wait. You've been good to me, of course I'll wait. Though if I fall asleep that's your own doing.
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You can do whatever you want. Would you like me to carry you to the hanshi, once we are dressed? If you're ... sore.
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( As ... appealing as the idea is. There's only the faintest of tremors still running through his legs as he slips on his inner robe, and then the next. He's not exactly as neat and presentable as he is usually, but there's no point tying himself into them if he's just going to discard them again, and if Lan Xichen has other things to do then maybe Wen Kexing can wait for him naked, in his bed.
That decided, he sweeps another hungry glance over the other man. )
You won't take too long?
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[ He catches that look, dressing in his heavy layers (and hoping his hair will have somewhat dried by the time he makes it down the mountain). Xichen wraps his arms around Wen Kexing's waist and reels him into a hug from behind, hoping to reassure him and kissing his neck. ]
I'll have something to eat sent up to you, if you want it, and finish my business as quickly as I can to return to you.
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Aiya, if you want me to let you actually return to your duties you're going to have to keep your hands off of me. ( How on earth is he possibly supposed to resist, when Lan Xichen is still so warm against him, despite the chill of the water they've just emerged from? ) Come on, show me back. The sooner you go, the sooner you can return. Who knows what I might come up with in your absence? All the more reason to hurry.
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What you might find in the hanshi? Feel free to root around, you might surprise even me.
[ A guqin, painting supplies, hidden alcohol under a floorboard by the bed, along with certain ... oils, and plenty of expensive robes folded up for use. Until then, Xichen reluctantly leaves him in the picturesque home he has known all his life and goes to reassure the juniors he hasn't been eaten
yetand send up a meal for his guest. ]