He gasps and cries out with each twist. His hips buck up when he feels the sword practice roughened thumb brush over the tip, leaking more precome all over his hand. It feeds the fire that rages through him and he moans deeply as Lan Xichen kisses him deeply once more.
"Ze-Zewu-Jun," he gasps out. "Please."
He arches and tilts his head back, baring his neck to him.
"What do you need, Wanyin?" Xichen asks between kisses to his jawline, before his attention turns to the other man's neck. He is enraptured by it, but leaving kisses and bites along the sun-kissed skin as he aims to bring him to completion in his hand. "Tell me."
The passionate cry left his lips as his name causes another bolt of
pleasure to strike through him. It's stronger this time. Strong enough that
he stills for just a moment and spills all over his hand, eyes closed,
mouth agape at the pleasure that he feels. Jiang Cheng gasps as he
continues to rock into his hand, still hard, still caught in the spell.
That answers the question he'd had, gives him understanding in what the spell wants and needs from him.
"So good for me," he says against Wanyin's neck, soothing a spot he'd catch with his teeth and left a love bite over with his tongue. "How do you want me?" he presses, wanting to hear it from the other's lips.
Jiang Cheng shivers at how he mouths against his neck. How does he want
him? He gasps and moans deeply as the images flash through his mind.
"Take me over the table, in the bed, against the wall," he moans, letting
it slip so mindlessly from his lips. "Do you want to fuck me against the
open window?" he pants out, "let everyone know that I'm yours?"
His eyes flutter shut, thrusting up in his grip and feeling himself harden
more again at the very thought of being claimed by Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng
licks his lips absentmindedly, as if wanting to taste him.
"Or would you like to see if I could come from--" He bites down on his
bottom lip to keep more filth from spilling out.
From what Xichen knows of this type of curse, it should not inspire such words to come from Wanyin's mouth. It should not bring to light anything that is not there, as far as he knows. This is-- the words give rise to the hope in his chest, sets fire in his veins. He groans against Wanyin's skin, pants against the marks he's left.
"From? Tell me," Xichen says again, realizing that the other has cut himself off. There's a hint of sharpness in his voice, not cruel but firm as his hand still.
Each puff of air sends shivers through his body and Jiang Cheng holds Lan
Xichen tightly against himself. He whimpers. He bites down on his lip,
shaking his head. He'd spilled so much filth already, so many fantasies
that he's had since those days at Cloud Recesses and the many years
afterward. Instead, his body burns hot as if he'd been standing in the
afternoon sun at the height of summer. His hands pull at the blue and white
fabric, wanting to feel Lan Xichen against him.
"That you can have, Wanyin." That's an easy thing and Xichen's not sorry that he says the other's name as he moves to help the younger man remove layers. Wanyin's hands are shaking where his own are steady in removing blues and whites, in letting the fabric fall away until he's left in just the thin linen pants.
There is little left to the imagination then, of how he aches too for Jiang Wanyin even without the curse spurring him on. He steps forward into his space, to tilt his head back and claim his lips after feverish words escape him. "Touch me as I am yours and you are mine."
Or perhaps it is, perhaps there is more to this than he'd assumed.
His eyes darken when the silk falls away and he sees the outline of his
hardness through the pants. Jiang Cheng licks his lips and moans deeply,
pulling Lan Xichen toward him as he tilts his head back to kiss him
passionately again. Jiang Cheng's eyes flutter shut, the feeling of
electricity that tingles along every part of him. He can feel himself press
against the hard stomach, never softening even after he's come already.
His hands move to caress along the broad, muscled back, digging his fingers
in to hang on somehow, as if Lan Xichen is more than enough to anchor him
to the earth. He sucks on his bottom lip and moans deeply.
It's one thing to be touched by Wanyin, another to be touched by him like this. It nearly makes Lan Xichen lose reason, forget himself in the moment as they lose themselves to this kiss.
When they are both out of breath he pulls away the other's mouth, only to leave a trail of kisses along his jawline and to his neck. There it is his teeth that leave marks, spurred on by the thought of 'mine' spurring them both on.
Another shiver goes through him as Lan Xichen leaves marks on him.
"Yes, yes, mine, mine," he growls.
Jiang Cheng reaches for the ties of his pants and pulls at them, loosening
so that he could touch more of him, feel more of him. The heat of the curse
burns through every part of him.
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"Ze-Zewu-Jun," he gasps out. "Please."
He arches and tilts his head back, baring his neck to him.
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"Ah!"
The passionate cry left his lips as his name causes another bolt of pleasure to strike through him. It's stronger this time. Strong enough that he stills for just a moment and spills all over his hand, eyes closed, mouth agape at the pleasure that he feels. Jiang Cheng gasps as he continues to rock into his hand, still hard, still caught in the spell.
"You," he moans deeply. "Need. You."
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"So good for me," he says against Wanyin's neck, soothing a spot he'd catch with his teeth and left a love bite over with his tongue. "How do you want me?" he presses, wanting to hear it from the other's lips.
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Jiang Cheng shivers at how he mouths against his neck. How does he want him? He gasps and moans deeply as the images flash through his mind.
"Take me over the table, in the bed, against the wall," he moans, letting it slip so mindlessly from his lips. "Do you want to fuck me against the open window?" he pants out, "let everyone know that I'm yours?"
His eyes flutter shut, thrusting up in his grip and feeling himself harden more again at the very thought of being claimed by Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng licks his lips absentmindedly, as if wanting to taste him.
"Or would you like to see if I could come from--" He bites down on his bottom lip to keep more filth from spilling out.
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"From? Tell me," Xichen says again, realizing that the other has cut himself off. There's a hint of sharpness in his voice, not cruel but firm as his hand still.
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Each puff of air sends shivers through his body and Jiang Cheng holds Lan Xichen tightly against himself. He whimpers. He bites down on his lip, shaking his head. He'd spilled so much filth already, so many fantasies that he's had since those days at Cloud Recesses and the many years afterward. Instead, his body burns hot as if he'd been standing in the afternoon sun at the height of summer. His hands pull at the blue and white fabric, wanting to feel Lan Xichen against him.
"Need--need to touch you, see you."
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There is little left to the imagination then, of how he aches too for Jiang Wanyin even without the curse spurring him on. He steps forward into his space, to tilt his head back and claim his lips after feverish words escape him. "Touch me as I am yours and you are mine."
Or perhaps it is, perhaps there is more to this than he'd assumed.
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His eyes darken when the silk falls away and he sees the outline of his hardness through the pants. Jiang Cheng licks his lips and moans deeply, pulling Lan Xichen toward him as he tilts his head back to kiss him passionately again. Jiang Cheng's eyes flutter shut, the feeling of electricity that tingles along every part of him. He can feel himself press against the hard stomach, never softening even after he's come already.
His hands move to caress along the broad, muscled back, digging his fingers in to hang on somehow, as if Lan Xichen is more than enough to anchor him to the earth. He sucks on his bottom lip and moans deeply.
Mine, a possessive part of him growls.
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When they are both out of breath he pulls away the other's mouth, only to leave a trail of kisses along his jawline and to his neck. There it is his teeth that leave marks, spurred on by the thought of 'mine' spurring them both on.
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Another shiver goes through him as Lan Xichen leaves marks on him.
"Yes, yes, mine, mine," he growls.
Jiang Cheng reaches for the ties of his pants and pulls at them, loosening so that he could touch more of him, feel more of him. The heat of the curse burns through every part of him.