"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."
He searches his face and knows that it is a rule that Lans cannot lie.
Jiang Cheng sucks in a breath when he says it. Lan Xichen says that
he wants him. Wants this with him. He kisses him again, pouring the love he
has for this man into his kiss, before moving back down on the bed and
pulling Lan Xichen down over him.
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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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He searches his face and knows that it is a rule that Lans cannot lie. Jiang Cheng sucks in a breath when he says it. Lan Xichen says that he wants him. Wants this with him. He kisses him again, pouring the love he has for this man into his kiss, before moving back down on the bed and pulling Lan Xichen down over him.