"There are many things I will ask for, when I have left seclusion, but only one for now," Xichen clarifies, a gentler smile on his lips as he looks at the shorter man. There is little distance between them and the teasing tone, the sudden lightness in the air, allows him to relax again.
"To kiss you, at least once, before you return to Lotus Pier," because he can't not know, improper as it is if following Gusu Lan's precepts on the matter of courting. He is not a blushing virgin, not a stranger to intimacy and the touch of another, but to properly and publicly court another Sect Leader is a different thing that what he has known.
"Do you really need to always ask for such simple things that would be
freely given after what you've just said?"
Jiang Cheng, however, has not had much by way of experience. So he closes
the distance between them and presses his lips against Xichen's. He keeps
it slow, light. He had meant it to simply be a brush of lips, the barest of
touches. But he lingers, wanting to have a full kiss rather than some
chaste thing.
"Some might not consider it proper," and that is a tease, a simple little thing followed by a soft laugh. In the last two weeks, he's let it free more often than he had the months before. If that is not a sign that his heart has made it's choice, he is unsure what is.
When Jiang Cheng moves, he's surprised but pleasantly so. He reaches up to cup Jiang Cheng's cheek, tilts his head slightly when he lingers. The kiss is soft, chaste even, but soon the temptation for more is difficult to resist. He lingers for another, then another before his mouth moves against Jiang Cheng's in a proper kiss.
He follows his touch and tilts his head to kiss him more properly. It's
still chase, but he feels the warmth of it down to his toes. Something
about it, about Xichen that has his heart beat much faster. Something feels
right about this. His eyes drift close at the kiss and the warm feel of
Xichen's lips on his own has him wanting more of those kisses, more of
Xichen.
He pulls away slightly, knowing that they should keep things proper between
them.
"If you kiss like that, it would be proper to kiss me as often as you'd
like," he says in the small space between them.
He's remiss to pull away, keeps a hand on Jiang Cheng's skin by sliding it down to cup the side of his neck. With the distance so short between them, Xichen cannot help but smile. "You risk me growing greedy, Jiang Cheng."
With each kiss, with each touch, he can feel his heart fluttering in his chest. It sings for something, longs for what comes next and more.
There's a look of determination in his eyes. He wants Xichen to be greedy,
to want and have and not restrain himself. Jiang Cheng keeps his hand on
his waist, making sure that he returns each and every kiss bestowed upon
him. He's starved for attention, kindness, touch as well, so every
affectionate touch, while foreign, is welcomed.
That is an invitation, a wish granted, that he cannot toss aside. Propriety would be the honorable thing, but how can he be asked to resist when Jiang Cheng is so willing.
Xichen finds himself more than happy to oblige, hears the determination and sees it in the other man's eyes. The next kiss is no longer chaste, a firm press of lips to Jiang Cheng's before his mouth begins to move against his and explore what is granted to him, to learn what sounds he can draw out from the other man.
He tilts his head a little to slot their mouths more firmly together. With
this, he brings Xichen close enough so that their bodies are pressed flush
against each other.
As proper as the Lan are known for, there is an unrestraint that the Jiang
are known for. Jiang Cheng is no exception. His hand moves along the
expanse of Xichen's back as he kisses him back, tongue daring to dart out
and taste his lips.
Xichen's hands land on Jiang Cheng's waist, hands over his intricate belt as he keeps him close. There is a desire to be closer still, a nagging little thing when they have decided to properly court. Then again, that decision is not made in stone and while known for restraint, Xichen is merely a mortal man.
The groan that escapes his lips against Jiang Cheng's is soft, a gentle sound. He parts his lips, tongue darting out to meet Jiang Cheng's and to coax him to deepen the kiss further. Curious now, what the younger man will allow and how emboldened he'll grow.
The groan spurs him on and Jiang Cheng deepens the kiss even more to taste
at Xichen, greedy for him and greedy for more of him. Xichen lights a fire
within him and his kisses only fan those embers into a flame, a passion
that courses through his veins. He only pulls away to take a deep lungful
of fresh air. His cheeks are flushed and there's a desire in his eyes when
he looks at Xichen in silent question to how far they could go without the
proper notifications of an official courting.
Unconsciously, he licks his lips, ready to practically have Xichen devour
him.
"We should stop," Xichen says into the air between them, breathing deep but not letting the other man go. They should, is the thing, but no one will be the wiser if they don't. If Jiang Cheng doesn't want to, Xichen could be the greediest man in the world. "I don't wish to, but we should.."
And that all means little because he is the one to kiss Jiang Cheng again, to claim his mouth, desperate to leave his mark on him so the man remembers him in their time apart.
They should. They really should. But then Xichen is kissing him again and
Jiang Cheng holds onto his waist, hauling Xichen bodily against him so that
he could kiss him more passionately and so that Xichen could claim his
mouth as well. His arms wind around him and Jiang Cheng moans against his
lips, welcoming the claim and all that Xichen is. It feels too good, he
tastes too good. He can't just let Xichen go and just stop.
Xichen's hands cup Jiang Cheng's neck, keeping him close as they press together. When he pulls back again, there is little space between them. Xichen pants against the other man's skin, leans forward to press kisses and bites along his jaw. "We should," he manages, each word coming out with a soft huff, "move inside."
Neither of them wish to stop, too desperate and eager. Xichen doesn't want to stop but if they press forward, they are not safe from prying eyes.
He moans softly and closes his eyes at the kisses and bites along his jaw, he barely hears Xichen suggesting they move inside the Hanshi. Yes. They should move. They needn't put on a show for any prying eyes that dare to spy on them.
"Yes," he grits out. "Let's."
He steers them inside the Hanshi and reaches to slide the door shut behind him.
Xichen lets out a soft hum when Jiang Cheng moves them, follows along and when the door is closed presses the younger man back against it. His hands settled over Jiang Cheng's hips, press them against the sturdy surface he crowds him against.
"Is this alright?" he does not wish to overstep, even as he speaks into the little space between them. He wants so much, the desire to consider propriety fading.
The solid feel of the doors against his back helps him stay upright as Xichen crowds his space. He looks up at him when he asks if this is all right and gives a scoff.
"If it wasn't, do you think I truly would let you get this far?" he asks with a bit of a growl to his voice. The tone holds no heat. Jiang Cheng holds onto his hips and hauls Xichen even closer to him. "Do you need me to say it? You have my every permission to be as improper as possible. If this isn't all right with you, you need to tell me now."
This is something that Xichen appreciates, admires and wants. Jiang Cheng is honest, is blunt in what he wants. It is the reminder he wants, needs. It makes him want the other man more, for all that he is. "I want you to say it," he clarifies, the difference small and vast all the same. "As I want you. Here, now."
There's a giddiness to it, to being so bold and honest when a few short weeks ago Xichen did not feel like he was himself. A shell, perhaps, but not a man.
"And if being improper is wanting to leave marks on your skin? To take you apart with my hands and mouth?" This is less about permission than to know if it is what Jiang Cheng wants, if he would let him peel away layers and learn what sounds he can draw forth.
He leans and nips at his lips, tightening his hold on Xichen's hips.
"I want you to be improper, Huan-ge," he draws out. "As long as you allow
me to do so in kind and leave my own marks on you. To have the opportunity
to have you writhing and in ecstacy as well. Tell me you want such things,
Huan-ge. Mostly, I want you to feel good."
It's shameless, the words that are spilling from his lips. But Jiang Cheng
had been taught to always achieve the impossible. And right now, the
impossible seems to be getting Lan Xichen to accept that he could be
improper and welcome joy in connecting with his body in such a way.
"I would allow it and more." He is forbidden from lying, but falsehoods are far from Xichen's mind. He has known how to bend the rules, to live in shades of light greys. "I already feel good with you."
They're pressed close, hips to hips, but there are still heavy layers between them. Xichen's hands slide up Jiang Cheng's flank, then set to work slowly working apart the belts and ties left. He leans in for another kiss, nips at Jiang Cheng's lower lip. "Have you done this before, A-Cheng?" Gossip is forbidden within Cloud Recess, but Xichen considers news about other Sect Leaders of enough import not to be considered gossip. Yet, he has not heard whispers of Sandu Shengshou taking lovers from even the most well-informed sources, but all that could simply mean that Jiang Cheng is more careful then the rest of them.
"I have not. Been a little bit busy with more pressing matters."
Pressing matters meaning rebuilding his own sect and looking after and
raising his nephew. He hadn't taken lovers. There were those that tried and
he had certainly tried dating. But no lovers to churn the gossip mill with.
His own hands aren't idle as they push the belt out the way of Huan-ge. His
fingers, nimble, undo the ties. He tilts his head up to capture his lips
again and suck on his bottom lip, wanting to cause that pleasure in the
other man.
And that makes the elder man pause, both out of further curiosity but to ensure that he understands. "With a man?"
Jiang Cheng is distracting in his own way, so he is thankful for the help with the amount of ties and belts that outnumber his own. The kiss is a further distraction, earns a soft gasp and then a moan that is lost between them. Xichen presses forward, hands pushing aside fabric to slide against warm skin as he slots one left between the other sect leaders.
"Running a sect," he replies, grinning, "And raising Jin Ling." The
proudest thing in his life, besides rebuilding the sect from ruins. "No
time for...things like this," he whispers against his lips.
His eyes slip close when Huan-ge presses close against him, sighing and
shivering a little when he feels the cool hands along him, wanting him
touch him more.Jiang Cheng shoves the offending material off of him,
wanting to feel more of Huan-ge.
Some would find time, Xichen wants to say, but does not voice his thoughts. Jiang Cheng had no others to lean on, no room for distraction as he had to rebuild on his own. Not all are so lucky to have the help of Qinghe Nie and Lanling Jin, Xichen is not sure if it was offered or if Yunmeng Jiang was too proud.
It matters very little now and those thoughts are ones Xichen wishes to keep at bay. "Then I'm honored to show you this." And he is, didn't realize how much he wants to be the first in this. A possessive sound rumbles through his chest, the kiss that follows also follows suit. He only pulls back when Jiang Cheng guides them back to reason.
Left without his outer most layers, the fabric of his inner robes pushed aside, a smirk tugs at Xichen's lips. "As you wish." One more kiss, two. Then he reaches for Jiang Cheng's hand, interlacing their fingers to guide him toward the bed and push him down into the silk sheets before crawling over him.
Jiang Cheng feels himself swept away by the possessive kiss and holds onto
Xichen for dear life as he feels that kiss all the way down to his toes. He
feels his lips bruised from the kisses, even for two more before his hand
is grabbed. There's a part of him that feels giddy, light almost, as he
follows him toward the bed. The silk sheets feel cool even through the last
layer of his robe.
He reaches for Xichen even as the older man crawls over him and welcomes
another kiss, just as desperate, just as hungry There's a small part of him
that worries. When Xichen sees the criss crossing of the scars left on him
along his body, would he recoil? Would he draw away?
Beneath him, Jiang Cheng looks beautiful. Though Lan Xichen finds him beautiful, handsome at all times. He would not lie that his gaze has strayed to the other man before he burst into his home with the intent to draw the Lan Sect Leader from his seclusion, a man would be fool not to see the fineness of Jiang Wanyin's features.
Xichen feels lucky to have the man here, though it is not his looks that have drawn him in. It is the man that Jiang Cheng is, what can be found in and underneath the sharp edges. The softness there, the care, is a thing too precious to waste.
Xichen takes him in, leans down to press his lips to the corner of Jiang Cheng's and then kisses down his neck, pausing at the hem of his robes. He runs his hands down the other's side, then up to push the final layers of his robes aside; one hand slips to his stomach, finds the scar there and pulls back enough to take in the sight of Jiang Cheng's chest bared.
He knows these scars; not these particular but the lines of them, what left them behind. His brows furrow, hand remains on over Jiang Cheng's stomach as he leans forward to press his lips to two lines that cross over a pale collarbone. He glances up, speaks softly. "Is this alright?"
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"To kiss you, at least once, before you return to Lotus Pier," because he can't not know, improper as it is if following Gusu Lan's precepts on the matter of courting. He is not a blushing virgin, not a stranger to intimacy and the touch of another, but to properly and publicly court another Sect Leader is a different thing that what he has known.
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A fond roll of his eyes.
"Do you really need to always ask for such simple things that would be freely given after what you've just said?"
Jiang Cheng, however, has not had much by way of experience. So he closes the distance between them and presses his lips against Xichen's. He keeps it slow, light. He had meant it to simply be a brush of lips, the barest of touches. But he lingers, wanting to have a full kiss rather than some chaste thing.
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When Jiang Cheng moves, he's surprised but pleasantly so. He reaches up to cup Jiang Cheng's cheek, tilts his head slightly when he lingers. The kiss is soft, chaste even, but soon the temptation for more is difficult to resist. He lingers for another, then another before his mouth moves against Jiang Cheng's in a proper kiss.
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He follows his touch and tilts his head to kiss him more properly. It's still chase, but he feels the warmth of it down to his toes. Something about it, about Xichen that has his heart beat much faster. Something feels right about this. His eyes drift close at the kiss and the warm feel of Xichen's lips on his own has him wanting more of those kisses, more of Xichen.
He pulls away slightly, knowing that they should keep things proper between them.
"If you kiss like that, it would be proper to kiss me as often as you'd like," he says in the small space between them.
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With each kiss, with each touch, he can feel his heart fluttering in his chest. It sings for something, longs for what comes next and more.
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"Be greedy," he hisses.
There's a look of determination in his eyes. He wants Xichen to be greedy, to want and have and not restrain himself. Jiang Cheng keeps his hand on his waist, making sure that he returns each and every kiss bestowed upon him. He's starved for attention, kindness, touch as well, so every affectionate touch, while foreign, is welcomed.
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Xichen finds himself more than happy to oblige, hears the determination and sees it in the other man's eyes. The next kiss is no longer chaste, a firm press of lips to Jiang Cheng's before his mouth begins to move against his and explore what is granted to him, to learn what sounds he can draw out from the other man.
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He tilts his head a little to slot their mouths more firmly together. With this, he brings Xichen close enough so that their bodies are pressed flush against each other.
As proper as the Lan are known for, there is an unrestraint that the Jiang are known for. Jiang Cheng is no exception. His hand moves along the expanse of Xichen's back as he kisses him back, tongue daring to dart out and taste his lips.
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The groan that escapes his lips against Jiang Cheng's is soft, a gentle sound. He parts his lips, tongue darting out to meet Jiang Cheng's and to coax him to deepen the kiss further. Curious now, what the younger man will allow and how emboldened he'll grow.
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The groan spurs him on and Jiang Cheng deepens the kiss even more to taste at Xichen, greedy for him and greedy for more of him. Xichen lights a fire within him and his kisses only fan those embers into a flame, a passion that courses through his veins. He only pulls away to take a deep lungful of fresh air. His cheeks are flushed and there's a desire in his eyes when he looks at Xichen in silent question to how far they could go without the proper notifications of an official courting.
Unconsciously, he licks his lips, ready to practically have Xichen devour him.
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And that all means little because he is the one to kiss Jiang Cheng again, to claim his mouth, desperate to leave his mark on him so the man remembers him in their time apart.
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They should. They really should. But then Xichen is kissing him again and Jiang Cheng holds onto his waist, hauling Xichen bodily against him so that he could kiss him more passionately and so that Xichen could claim his mouth as well. His arms wind around him and Jiang Cheng moans against his lips, welcoming the claim and all that Xichen is. It feels too good, he tastes too good. He can't just let Xichen go and just stop.
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Neither of them wish to stop, too desperate and eager. Xichen doesn't want to stop but if they press forward, they are not safe from prying eyes.
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"Yes," he grits out. "Let's."
He steers them inside the Hanshi and reaches to slide the door shut behind him.
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"Is this alright?" he does not wish to overstep, even as he speaks into the little space between them. He wants so much, the desire to consider propriety fading.
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"If it wasn't, do you think I truly would let you get this far?" he asks with a bit of a growl to his voice. The tone holds no heat. Jiang Cheng holds onto his hips and hauls Xichen even closer to him. "Do you need me to say it? You have my every permission to be as improper as possible. If this isn't all right with you, you need to tell me now."
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There's a giddiness to it, to being so bold and honest when a few short weeks ago Xichen did not feel like he was himself. A shell, perhaps, but not a man.
"And if being improper is wanting to leave marks on your skin? To take you apart with my hands and mouth?" This is less about permission than to know if it is what Jiang Cheng wants, if he would let him peel away layers and learn what sounds he can draw forth.
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"I want you. Here. Now."
He leans and nips at his lips, tightening his hold on Xichen's hips.
"I want you to be improper, Huan-ge," he draws out. "As long as you allow me to do so in kind and leave my own marks on you. To have the opportunity to have you writhing and in ecstacy as well. Tell me you want such things, Huan-ge. Mostly, I want you to feel good."
It's shameless, the words that are spilling from his lips. But Jiang Cheng had been taught to always achieve the impossible. And right now, the impossible seems to be getting Lan Xichen to accept that he could be improper and welcome joy in connecting with his body in such a way.
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They're pressed close, hips to hips, but there are still heavy layers between them. Xichen's hands slide up Jiang Cheng's flank, then set to work slowly working apart the belts and ties left. He leans in for another kiss, nips at Jiang Cheng's lower lip. "Have you done this before, A-Cheng?" Gossip is forbidden within Cloud Recess, but Xichen considers news about other Sect Leaders of enough import not to be considered gossip. Yet, he has not heard whispers of Sandu Shengshou taking lovers from even the most well-informed sources, but all that could simply mean that Jiang Cheng is more careful then the rest of them.
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He gives a soft scoff.
"I have not. Been a little bit busy with more pressing matters."
Pressing matters meaning rebuilding his own sect and looking after and raising his nephew. He hadn't taken lovers. There were those that tried and he had certainly tried dating. But no lovers to churn the gossip mill with. His own hands aren't idle as they push the belt out the way of Huan-ge. His fingers, nimble, undo the ties. He tilts his head up to capture his lips again and suck on his bottom lip, wanting to cause that pleasure in the other man.
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Jiang Cheng is distracting in his own way, so he is thankful for the help with the amount of ties and belts that outnumber his own. The kiss is a further distraction, earns a soft gasp and then a moan that is lost between them. Xichen presses forward, hands pushing aside fabric to slide against warm skin as he slots one left between the other sect leaders.
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"Running a sect," he replies, grinning, "And raising Jin Ling." The proudest thing in his life, besides rebuilding the sect from ruins. "No time for...things like this," he whispers against his lips.
His eyes slip close when Huan-ge presses close against him, sighing and shivering a little when he feels the cool hands along him, wanting him touch him more.Jiang Cheng shoves the offending material off of him, wanting to feel more of Huan-ge.
"Bed. We're going to break the door like this."
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It matters very little now and those thoughts are ones Xichen wishes to keep at bay. "Then I'm honored to show you this." And he is, didn't realize how much he wants to be the first in this. A possessive sound rumbles through his chest, the kiss that follows also follows suit. He only pulls back when Jiang Cheng guides them back to reason.
Left without his outer most layers, the fabric of his inner robes pushed aside, a smirk tugs at Xichen's lips. "As you wish." One more kiss, two. Then he reaches for Jiang Cheng's hand, interlacing their fingers to guide him toward the bed and push him down into the silk sheets before crawling over him.
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Jiang Cheng feels himself swept away by the possessive kiss and holds onto Xichen for dear life as he feels that kiss all the way down to his toes. He feels his lips bruised from the kisses, even for two more before his hand is grabbed. There's a part of him that feels giddy, light almost, as he follows him toward the bed. The silk sheets feel cool even through the last layer of his robe.
He reaches for Xichen even as the older man crawls over him and welcomes another kiss, just as desperate, just as hungry There's a small part of him that worries. When Xichen sees the criss crossing of the scars left on him along his body, would he recoil? Would he draw away?
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Xichen feels lucky to have the man here, though it is not his looks that have drawn him in. It is the man that Jiang Cheng is, what can be found in and underneath the sharp edges. The softness there, the care, is a thing too precious to waste.
Xichen takes him in, leans down to press his lips to the corner of Jiang Cheng's and then kisses down his neck, pausing at the hem of his robes. He runs his hands down the other's side, then up to push the final layers of his robes aside; one hand slips to his stomach, finds the scar there and pulls back enough to take in the sight of Jiang Cheng's chest bared.
He knows these scars; not these particular but the lines of them, what left them behind. His brows furrow, hand remains on over Jiang Cheng's stomach as he leans forward to press his lips to two lines that cross over a pale collarbone. He glances up, speaks softly. "Is this alright?"
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