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[bringingdowndisaster]

Fuck... maybe he should invest in some better restraints... Maybe some other fun things. It seems he's just gained an active sex life.

Xue Yang groans and arches up when feeling the sting of those nails. A cry flies from his lips when it's then followed by such a hard, deep thrust. He writhes under his lover and quickly wraps his trembling legs around Song Lan's middle.

"Ah, ah, that's it..." he breathes heatedly, "Nnn... but you can be rougher..." And the doesn't just mean the fucking. He really wants to encourage this side of Song Lan...

[zichen]

They both have. Zichen knows he will long for this even if he tries to deny himself. This is also a good way to know where Xue Yang is and what...or rather who...he is doing.

Pleased at the cry, he pauses and observes his lover. Rougher...? The idea of hurting Xue Yang would have delighted him...before. But it doesn't now. He bends over the younger man and kisses him messily, letting him know that desire fuels this; not rage.

Then he continues the hard pace, gasping and groaning each time their hips connect.

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Xue Yang laughs into the kiss and digs his heels into Song Lan's back as he's fucked harder.

"Mnn, pull my hair," he breathes against those hungry lips. That's the kind of roughness he wants. He likes to really feel it in his whole body. That makes it easier to block out everything else and just focus on the physical sensations.

[zichen]

"Mmm." Zichen moans and grips the pretty strands, tugging on them in time with his thrusts. If Xue Yang wants to forget everything, he doesn't mind. He is doing much of the same, though...

A lot of his focus is actually on Xue Yang. His reactions are delicious.

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Xue Yang groans with every thrust, eyes closing in pleasure as he enjoys the feeling of that thick cock pounding into him. "Mnnn... so good," he breathes, shivering at the way his hair is being tugged at. His cock bows against his stomach, starting to leak.

[zichen]

He is relentless, his hunger for Xue Yang rising like a tide. Bending over his lover, he kisses and sucks on his throat and his chest. His fingernails tease Xue Yang's scalp and he smiles down at that leaking cock. He rather likes the way it bows and he grabs onto the base of it possessively.

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Xue Yang lets out a low groan, thrusting into Song Lan's hand. His whole body tingles from the kisses and the thrusts and the fingers through his hair. It's all so good, the perfect distraction. "Fuck, Zichen," he breathes, his cock twitching and leaking even more.

[zichen]

Oh if he could talk, he would follow those two words with: I thought we were? Because, at his core, Zichen might be a little bratty too.

Instead he kisses Xue Yang enthusiastically, moaning and throbbing inside of his lover. He is leaking too and he purposefully keeps himself buried inside of Xue Yang. If any of his release escapes it will be because his gremlin is over-filled.

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Oh, that delicious throbbing makes him groan deeply. He rocks himself needily on Song Lan's cock, driving them both towards their orgasms. He wiggles and tugs on the ribbon tied around his wrists, moaning and whining loudly when he finally comes. He spills heavily onto his own stomach and over Song Lan's hand.

[zichen]

Zichen meets the rocking, panting and whimpering. Even the way Xue Yang wiggles sends pleasant shivers over his body! The second he feels the hot spray of his lover's climax, he strokes him energetically, helping draw out the sensations. His hips keep moving too until he reaches his peak, moaning loudly.

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"Ah!" Xue Yang whimpers at the overstimulation, his body trembling when Song Lan comes inside of him. There is a lot, and he can feel some leak out, which just makes him feel hot. "Fuck, you're coming so much..."

[zichen]

Xue Yang can only blame himself for the amount! Zichen ducks his head, a little embarrassed, but he feels too damn good to complain. Trembling, he kisses over Xue Yang's shoulders and rests against him, breathing shakily to slow his racing heart.

Eventually, he types: "Your fault."

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Xue Yang giggles breathlessly. "I take full responsibility." He tugs at his restraints again, this time tugging hard enough to free himself.

[zichen]

Zichen reclaims his ribbon and sets it to the side. Then he kisses Xue Yang's wrists, his eyes half-closed.

"Careful or you'll bruise."

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Xue Yang chuckles a little and shrugs. "I don't mind you giving me bruises." Not during sex. He enjoys the marks very much, in fact.

[zichen]

"I have." Zichen nuzzles the bruises on Xue Yang's neck and chest. He won't apologize for those.

"Since you don't take care of yourself, someone should look after you occasionally."

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Xue Yang lets out a pleased little noise and wraps his arms around Song Lan's neck to start playing with his hair, a little absentmindedly.

"And that's gonna be you, huh?"

[zichen]

"No one else is volunteering." Zichen types and then nudges their lips together, kissing Xue Yang slowly, softly. His scalp tingles and he stretches out over his lover, resting their foreheads together.

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Xue Yang snorts softly. "You're right about that." Who'd want to take care of this mess? He kisses him back, just as soft and slow. It just feels natural to give back what he's given.

[zichen]

Smirking, Zichen nuzzles their lips together and then embraces his demonic lover. He doesn't mind looking after him or just simply being with him. It feels really good and somehow...right?

"I like being here."

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"Where? Inside me?" Xue Yang teases, though his cheeks flush just a little. He may never get used to the feeling of being wanted (and he probably shouldn't either since he doesn't believe that this - whatever it is - will last).

[zichen]

"Stop it." Zichen huffs and lifts himself on his forearms, peering into Xue Yang's eyes stubbornly, "I like being with you."

In this room. In this bed. In Xue Yang's arms.

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Xue Yang averts his eyes as he speaks. "Yeah, I'm a pretty good lay."

He tries to sound light-hearted, but that's not how it comes out at all. He mostly sounds bitter and a little awkward. Feelings are hard, okay! It's easier to just dismiss them outright.

[zichen]

Is that really the impression he has given? That he only wants Xue Yang for sex? Zichen winces and shakes his head immediately.

"I like you." he flusters, "I like when we talk. Unless you are being evasive."

Like, well, now.

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Xue Yang doesn't really think that's what Song Lan is doing, but he tells himself that's his own reasoning behind this. Obviously he's using Song Lan. What else would he be doin

He scoffs. "You like me? You're so fucking stupid. You think this means anything to me?" The venom he tries to put into his voice is rather lacking though. He sounds more like he's trying very hard to convince himself that what he's saying is true.

It suddenly feels like something is clawing at his skull from within. Xue Yang doesn't quite realize it himself, but he's started to tremble and dig his nails into his own palms.