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.
Jiang Cheng's breath catches when the praise slips so easily. Then he moans
deeply as he feels Lan Xichen take him into his hot mouth. He bites down on
his lip to muffle himself and to keep from spilling himself so
embarrassingly quickly.
"Huan-ge," he gasps out raggedly as he arches into the wet heat of his
mouth.
Xichen hums softly around him, pulls back when he glances up and sees that Jiang Cheng is trying to hold himself back. "I want to hear you, a-Cheng," he says, firm and gentle all the same before he takes him in his mouth again.
It's been a long time since he's done this, but Xichen pushes any worry on the matter of skill out of his mind. Focuses on taking more of Jiang Cheng's cock into his mouth as he presses his hips down into the mattress to keep him from bucking up and choking him.
"Huan-ge! Your...your mouth feels so good. You're..." Fuck, he was so good
at this that Jiang Cheng rocks his hips up again and again. "I'm...I'm
going to come if you keep that up."
He looks down and tries to hold himself back from coming but he's too
close. He bites down on his lip again.
The praise is something he appreciates as well, moans softly around Jiang Cheng's cock. He's sloppy at best, but heat travels down his spine as he takes in just how much he affects the younger man.
His own cock strains against his pants, aches in a way that's almost painful. "Then come for me, " he says when he pulls back to take a breath, then takes only the head of his cock in his mouth and the rest in hand to stroke him. He looks up, meets the other's gaze.
He cries out when Lan Xichen invites him to come, bucking up and gasping.
But then he takes the sensitive, too sensitive, head into his hot mouth and
his hand strokes him. And that gaze. His own eyes are darkened with
pleasure and wide as he watches him.
"Huan-ge," he gasps.
He thrusts up into the hot mouth and touch again and again, crying out
toward the ceiling. He's really going to take his seed. He's really going
to keep his mouth like that.
"Huan-ge!"
His hips thrust up and he shudders as his orgasm sends his nerves alight.
Xichen is out of practice with this and while he's expecting it -- it doesn't catch him off guard -- he's not quite prepared for how much Jiang Cheng spills into his mouth. It spills from his lips, slides down his chin as he sucks him through it.
He presses Jiang Cheng's hips down to the bed, holds him still as he strains against him.
When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and he has to wipe seed from the corners of his mouth. "So good for me," he says, voice hoarser than it was moments before.
The joy that rushes through him starts to finally calm down as Jiang Cheng
finally comes down from the stars. He looks down and sees a bit of his seed
spill out and over his chin. He lets out a soft moan seeing that and being
held so firmly. He wants to reach out to wipe at the seed but Huan-ge beats
him to it. His eyes darken in pleasure as he pants. Jiang Cheng arches and
lets out a helpless sound at being called good, rocking up toward him
again.
The how -- Well, it's complicated and beyond what Xichen wishes to discuss with this man. His smile, which had been easy moments before, takes on a sadder look for a moment before he pushes those thoughts away.
He cannot help the soft chuckle though at how awed Jiang Cheng sounds, how sensitive he is. "I wouldn't say I am good," he chuckles again, "but I am glad you liked it." He says it as he moves so he's holding himself up over Jiang Cheng, taking the sight of him in.
He sees that flash of sadness and understands how he got good at it. Ah. He
doesn't dwell on it, not when he hears the soft chuckle. He reaches up and
cups his cheek, allowing his fingers to tangle in the dark locks of his
hair. Jiang Cheng pushes himself up and kisses him softly.
"It's okay," he says softly. "We don't...we don't have to do this if you're
not ready."
The kiss is soft and chaste, simple. Xichen lingers in it for a moment, presses another to the corner of Jiang Cheng's lips.
"If I was not ready, I would not have kissed you," he says it with equal softness and then pulls back, wants Jiang Cheng to see his face and know that he means it. "I do want this with you, Jiang Cheng. But more importantly, I want you."
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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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Jiang Cheng's breath catches when the praise slips so easily. Then he moans deeply as he feels Lan Xichen take him into his hot mouth. He bites down on his lip to muffle himself and to keep from spilling himself so embarrassingly quickly.
"Huan-ge," he gasps out raggedly as he arches into the wet heat of his mouth.
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It's been a long time since he's done this, but Xichen pushes any worry on the matter of skill out of his mind. Focuses on taking more of Jiang Cheng's cock into his mouth as he presses his hips down into the mattress to keep him from bucking up and choking him.
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He gasps in breath after breath.
"Huan-ge! Your...your mouth feels so good. You're..." Fuck, he was so good at this that Jiang Cheng rocks his hips up again and again. "I'm...I'm going to come if you keep that up."
He looks down and tries to hold himself back from coming but he's too close. He bites down on his lip again.
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His own cock strains against his pants, aches in a way that's almost painful. "Then come for me, " he says when he pulls back to take a breath, then takes only the head of his cock in his mouth and the rest in hand to stroke him. He looks up, meets the other's gaze.
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He cries out when Lan Xichen invites him to come, bucking up and gasping. But then he takes the sensitive, too sensitive, head into his hot mouth and his hand strokes him. And that gaze. His own eyes are darkened with pleasure and wide as he watches him.
"Huan-ge," he gasps.
He thrusts up into the hot mouth and touch again and again, crying out toward the ceiling. He's really going to take his seed. He's really going to keep his mouth like that.
"Huan-ge!"
His hips thrust up and he shudders as his orgasm sends his nerves alight.
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He presses Jiang Cheng's hips down to the bed, holds him still as he strains against him.
When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and he has to wipe seed from the corners of his mouth. "So good for me," he says, voice hoarser than it was moments before.
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The joy that rushes through him starts to finally calm down as Jiang Cheng finally comes down from the stars. He looks down and sees a bit of his seed spill out and over his chin. He lets out a soft moan seeing that and being held so firmly. He wants to reach out to wipe at the seed but Huan-ge beats him to it. His eyes darken in pleasure as he pants. Jiang Cheng arches and lets out a helpless sound at being called good, rocking up toward him again.
"Huan-ge," he pants out. "You--you--you really--"
He can't bring himself to say it.
"How did you get so good at that?" he blurts out.
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He cannot help the soft chuckle though at how awed Jiang Cheng sounds, how sensitive he is. "I wouldn't say I am good," he chuckles again, "but I am glad you liked it." He says it as he moves so he's holding himself up over Jiang Cheng, taking the sight of him in.
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He sees that flash of sadness and understands how he got good at it. Ah. He doesn't dwell on it, not when he hears the soft chuckle. He reaches up and cups his cheek, allowing his fingers to tangle in the dark locks of his hair. Jiang Cheng pushes himself up and kisses him softly.
"It's okay," he says softly. "We don't...we don't have to do this if you're not ready."
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"If I was not ready, I would not have kissed you," he says it with equal softness and then pulls back, wants Jiang Cheng to see his face and know that he means it. "I do want this with you, Jiang Cheng. But more importantly, I want you."
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