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?"
He swallows thickly when Xichen pulls away to look at him; all of
him. He fights the urge to pull his last layer of robes closed again.
Instead, Jiang Cheng lays still to let Xichen look his fill. Worse comes to
worse, he changes his mind and they part, never speaking of this again.
It's too long and he's about ready to jump up and mumble that he'll see him
around when Xichen bends to kiss along the raised lines along his
collarbone.
A stuttering gasp escapes him and he watches with wide eyes.
"Y-yes." He clears his throat. "Yes. You can...this is all right."
It isn't. It frightens him that he'll change his mind at any given moment
but Jiang Cheng pushes through it.
"Will you tell me if it is too much?" Xichen asks, breath ghosting over the spot he'd pressed his lips to moments before. He keeps his eyes on Jiang Cheng's face, has learned to read the man well enough and can sense the anxious energy he hopes to soothe.
Jiang Cheng has been honest with him in many things, has earned his trust in speaking the truth without coating it with sweetness at times. He reminds himself of this, of the fact that he has promised himself to stop second guessing the intensions of those who have proven themselves to him, this man in particular. So, before the answer is fully given he presses another kiss to Jiang Cheng's skin, then another below his scars.
He slides his hand down to the younger man's hip, rubs slow circles over the skin above the hem of his pants with his thumb.
With Xichen so close, he would likely feel how hard Jiang Cheng is through
his pants. He moans and reaches with shaking hands toward the other man. He
takes a few deep breaths, sinking into the dark tresses, and closes his
eyes.
βYes,β he sighs happily. βYes, I will. Itβs not too much. Not now. Huan-ge.
I want,β he gasps, βI want more. I want everything,β he pants, βeverything
you want to give me.β
"Thank you," he says softly, words painted with a touch of reverence as he kisses his skin again. First the spot that's kept his attention, then down lower along his sternum and his stomach. "I still want leave my marks on you, to make you come apart."
He slides his hand from Jiang Cheng's hip, over his cock as it strains against his pants to rub him slowly through the thin fabric. It's teasing, he knows, but it's been so long since he's felt playful enough for this -- so long since he's wanted as much as he wants Jiang Cheng. He nips at the muscles of his stomach, testing out how the other reacts.
He tries not to squirm as Xichen's lips move over every mar on his skin;
gifts from the Wen, the reminder of what Wei Wuxian had given him, the
pains of fighting in a war. He shuts his eyes and rocks his hips up at the
touch through the fabric. He knows he's stained his pants but that's what
robes were for, isn't it? He finds himself not caring as long as Xichen
continues to touch him or touch him more.
His stomach clenches when he feels the nip along his abs, breath quickening
as Xichen moves lower and lower.
"You're doing so well at staying still," Xichen says the words softly, pressing a kiss over the spot he'd nipped at to soothe the jolt of pain. He gives Jiang Cheng's cock a gentle squeeze through his pants before leaving him, hooking his fingers over the hem of the fabric to push it downward so he can work at the ties of the garments underneath.
Words that wash over him and has Jiang Cheng closing his eyes and arching
up toward his lips. His mouth falls open to pant, bring air somehow back
into his lungs when he feels hands working to rid him of the last vestiges
of his clothes. He reaches and helps, knots slipping easily and revealing
himself, hardness and all under Lan Xichen's steady gaze. He holds his
breath in his lungs, waiting for Lan Xichen to change his mind, to turn
away and apologize.
Emboldened as he has been, Lan Xichen would be lying if he said he'd been so brazen before. This is more forward, faster than any other encounter of this nature that he's had with another. It does not feel wrong, not unwanted. They will both have this and more, there will be time for slow.
Still, it is alright to slow down and the way Jiang Cheng arches up is not unnoticed. It is tempting to push his hands away, to hold them to the sheets but there are limits that it is too early to push. "Good.."
Xichen takes in the sight before him, realizes he's held his breath and is left feeling light-headed. "I am very lucky to show you," he says with a soft smirk, a playful smile as he wraps long fingers around heated flesh.
A gasp as he fills his lungs with the fresh mountain air and arches up into
the cool grip around his hardness. His hands clench and unclench as Jiang
Cheng breathes through just the first touch. He reaches up to tangle his
fingers in the long dark locks and bring Xichen down to kiss him, open
mouthed and messy. One hand moves along the other man's body, reaching and
mapping out every hard plane under his fingertips.
Sparks of heat travel down Xichen's spine at the sound, the way Jiang Cheng arches up against him. There is a desperate energy thrumming around them, through him, and he wonders if Jiang Cheng feels just that.
He lets the other man adjust, gather himself before he moves his hand to stroke him. The movements falter as Xichen is pulled close, as fingers tighten in his hair and draw a moan from his lips that's muffled as as they kiss. It is messy, desperate. It is what he wants and needs, the touch after so long fire that cleanses and replaces each memory before it.
He lets out a surprised sound against his lips as he strokes him. Jiang
Cheng meets him pace for pace. But he wants...he wants so much more. His
eyes flutter shut as he pulls away and gasps in air. He leaks and crows
harder and harder with each stroke.
"Huan-ge," he whispers hotly.
Fire and lightning courses through his veins with each stroke. Oh he hadn't
considered anything like this with another person; not at all. He'd been so
wrapped up building Lotus Pier once more, raising Jin Ling. And this
moment? This moment is solely for him. Solely for Xichen. He bites his lip
to swallow his moan. He wants it all--
"I want you. All of you," he pants, unaware that it's spoken aloud instead
of in his mind, "Anything, Huan-ge, please."
"You have me, all of me. But first, I want to give you this, A-Cheng," Xichen says against his lips, pulls back from his lips to slide down his frame. He'd promised him more, hadn't he? And Lans keep their word.
He slows his hand then stops, looks up at Jiang Cheng as he covers with lips close to the head of his cock. "Can you wait a little longer?"
He props himself up onto his elbows and looks down the length of his body, following Lan Xichen's path, feeling the entire Hanshi grow warmer and warmer by the second. His eyes widen when he feels the breath of the other man over the sensitive head of his leaking cock. Jiang Cheng clenches his fists in the sheets and nods a little.
"I...I can."
Whatever that means, it's worth it for the other man.
"So good for me," the praise comes with a smile, breath hot against Jiang Cheng's skin. Xichen is sure that he would not last if their positions were reversed, does not expect it even as he swipes his tongue over along sensitive flesh and then then takes only the head in his mouth to suck gently.
No matter how long this lasts between them, they have plenty of time ahead and the pleasure he finds is in being so earnestly wanted; wanted like he wants in return.
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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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He swallows thickly when Xichen pulls away to look at him; all of him. He fights the urge to pull his last layer of robes closed again. Instead, Jiang Cheng lays still to let Xichen look his fill. Worse comes to worse, he changes his mind and they part, never speaking of this again. It's too long and he's about ready to jump up and mumble that he'll see him around when Xichen bends to kiss along the raised lines along his collarbone.
A stuttering gasp escapes him and he watches with wide eyes.
"Y-yes." He clears his throat. "Yes. You can...this is all right."
It isn't. It frightens him that he'll change his mind at any given moment but Jiang Cheng pushes through it.
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Jiang Cheng has been honest with him in many things, has earned his trust in speaking the truth without coating it with sweetness at times. He reminds himself of this, of the fact that he has promised himself to stop second guessing the intensions of those who have proven themselves to him, this man in particular. So, before the answer is fully given he presses another kiss to Jiang Cheng's skin, then another below his scars.
He slides his hand down to the younger man's hip, rubs slow circles over the skin above the hem of his pants with his thumb.
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With Xichen so close, he would likely feel how hard Jiang Cheng is through his pants. He moans and reaches with shaking hands toward the other man. He takes a few deep breaths, sinking into the dark tresses, and closes his eyes.
βYes,β he sighs happily. βYes, I will. Itβs not too much. Not now. Huan-ge. I want,β he gasps, βI want more. I want everything,β he pants, βeverything you want to give me.β
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He slides his hand from Jiang Cheng's hip, over his cock as it strains against his pants to rub him slowly through the thin fabric. It's teasing, he knows, but it's been so long since he's felt playful enough for this -- so long since he's wanted as much as he wants Jiang Cheng. He nips at the muscles of his stomach, testing out how the other reacts.
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He tries not to squirm as Xichen's lips move over every mar on his skin; gifts from the Wen, the reminder of what Wei Wuxian had given him, the pains of fighting in a war. He shuts his eyes and rocks his hips up at the touch through the fabric. He knows he's stained his pants but that's what robes were for, isn't it? He finds himself not caring as long as Xichen continues to touch him or touch him more.
His stomach clenches when he feels the nip along his abs, breath quickening as Xichen moves lower and lower.
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Words that wash over him and has Jiang Cheng closing his eyes and arching up toward his lips. His mouth falls open to pant, bring air somehow back into his lungs when he feels hands working to rid him of the last vestiges of his clothes. He reaches and helps, knots slipping easily and revealing himself, hardness and all under Lan Xichen's steady gaze. He holds his breath in his lungs, waiting for Lan Xichen to change his mind, to turn away and apologize.
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Still, it is alright to slow down and the way Jiang Cheng arches up is not unnoticed. It is tempting to push his hands away, to hold them to the sheets but there are limits that it is too early to push. "Good.."
Xichen takes in the sight before him, realizes he's held his breath and is left feeling light-headed. "I am very lucky to show you," he says with a soft smirk, a playful smile as he wraps long fingers around heated flesh.
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A gasp as he fills his lungs with the fresh mountain air and arches up into the cool grip around his hardness. His hands clench and unclench as Jiang Cheng breathes through just the first touch. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in the long dark locks and bring Xichen down to kiss him, open mouthed and messy. One hand moves along the other man's body, reaching and mapping out every hard plane under his fingertips.
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He lets the other man adjust, gather himself before he moves his hand to stroke him. The movements falter as Xichen is pulled close, as fingers tighten in his hair and draw a moan from his lips that's muffled as as they kiss. It is messy, desperate. It is what he wants and needs, the touch after so long fire that cleanses and replaces each memory before it.
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He lets out a surprised sound against his lips as he strokes him. Jiang Cheng meets him pace for pace. But he wants...he wants so much more. His eyes flutter shut as he pulls away and gasps in air. He leaks and crows harder and harder with each stroke.
"Huan-ge," he whispers hotly.
Fire and lightning courses through his veins with each stroke. Oh he hadn't considered anything like this with another person; not at all. He'd been so wrapped up building Lotus Pier once more, raising Jin Ling. And this moment? This moment is solely for him. Solely for Xichen. He bites his lip to swallow his moan. He wants it all--
"I want you. All of you," he pants, unaware that it's spoken aloud instead of in his mind, "Anything, Huan-ge, please."
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He slows his hand then stops, looks up at Jiang Cheng as he covers with lips close to the head of his cock. "Can you wait a little longer?"
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"I...I can."
Whatever that means, it's worth it for the other man.
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No matter how long this lasts between them, they have plenty of time ahead and the pleasure he finds is in being so earnestly wanted; wanted like he wants in return.
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