Xue Yang gasps, feeling even more sensitive than usual when Song Lan teases his cock with his tongue. The tip colors red from arousal and when his cock is enveloped back into a hot mouth, moisture starts to form and bubble up through the slit.
Shuddering, Xue Yang strokes his fingers through Song Lan's hair. "Feels so good... you're a natural, Zichen," he teases, but there is definite sincerity behind his words.
Making a shy sound at the compliment - tease? - Zichen hugs onto Xue Yang. He doesn't want him to pull away. The moisture at the tip is licked up and he moans louder, finding a gentle, but insistent, rhythm.
Meanwhile his hands find Xue Yang's backside, squeezing onto the delicious curves.
Xue Yang groans and rocks into those strong hands, though he's quick to rock forward moments later to get his cock deeper into Song Lan's mouth again. "A-Ah, do you want to fuck me after I come in your mouth?" he breathes, licking his lips as more precome dribbles onto his lover's eager tongue.
Zichen purrs and sucks harder, giving Xue Yang his answer. Yes. He wants him both ways. All ways. His hands tremble a little as he reaches between Xue Yang's legs to tease his entrance with soft caresses.
This time... This time he can tell his lover everything.
Being so wanted is absolutely intoxicating. Xue Yang grins heatedly and rocks a little faster into Song Lan's mouth. A soft whine leaves him when he feels those fingers teasing his hole. He reaches for the salve they've started to keep close to the bed and hands it to Song Lan.
"Finger me," he breathes, "Want you to put your cock in me after I come, I'll be so fucking sensitive..."
He takes the salve and shakily opens it, dipping his fingers into it. Then he goes back to caressing Xue Yang's opening, gently working in a finger. His mouth continues to move over his lover's cock, teasing at random as he moans.
He doesn't think he has ever been more aroused, but he can wait. He wants this to be good - so good - for Xue Yang.
It is good. So good. Xue Yang doesn't think he's ever been this aroused before either. He gasps when a finger slides into him, rocking on it as he tries not to come too quickly. He wants to be opened up more... wants to feel those fingers really work him open.
"Fuck, Zichen... so good," he groans, cock twitching and leaking even more into his lover's mouth.
A second finger soon joins the first and Zichen begins to thrust them, pushing deeper. He hums around Xue Yang's cock and his mouth moves quicker, encouraging the twitching. It's cute how eager his lover feels, bouncing against his tongue and his cheeks.
The moment he comes, Zichen is pressing him against the mattress.
"Ah, ah, fuck," Xue Yang gasps, feeling those fingers brush up against his prostate, which makes him twitch harder. More precome leaks out as well as it's definitely becoming more difficult to hold back. "Zicheeen..." he whines, rocking harder on his fingers, greedily taking those fingers into himself.
He drives his fingers against those tender nerves again and again, adding a third digit to make sure Xue Yang is stretched. The whine goes straight to his cock and he feels himself throbbing. Some of the precome ends up on his lips and he holds onto Xue Yang tightly with his free hand.
The third finger is what does him in. Xue Yang whimpers and rocks back hard on those fingers filling him so well, his cock throbbing into Song Lan's mouth. "F-Fuck, ah, gonna come--" he warns before he does, practically exploding and crying out at the same time.
Zichen is as prepared as he can be, swallowing what he can with a low groan. A good deal ends up on his face, however, but he doesn't care. For once, his mind isn't focused on cleanliness. He needs Xue Yang too much.
Releasing Xue Yang's cock from his lips, kissing the tip, he flips them, pushing his lover against the bed. Then he rids himself of his trousers and guides himself into the younger man, filling him with a moan of relief.
Oh, that's hot... Xue Yang doesn't get much of a chance to look at Song Lan's messy face however, because that's when he's pushed onto his back. He licks his lips as he watches Song Lan undress, admiring the heavy, hard cock that is revealed to him.
"Yes, yes, Zichen, fuck me..." he gasps when he feels the blunt tip against his stretched hole, and Song Lan doesn't disappoint. Xue Yang whines loudly when his lover enters him. The oversensitivity is almost too much, making him tremble hard and clench up around Song Lan's thick cock. "Shit, fuck, you're so d-deep..." Right up against his prostate, making him whine even more.
His cock is already wet at the tip and he throbs the second he enters Xue Yang. Moaning breathlessly, Zichen positions himself so his lips are right against his lover's ear. He stays perfectly still, right up against Xue Yang's prostate, as he speaks:
"I only do this with you." he pulls almost free and then surges forward, creating a gentle, yet passionate rhythm, "Ah Xue Yang, I didn't expect this. But I'm not letting you go."
Shivers race down Xue Yang's spine the second he hears Song Lan's voice against his ear. He wraps his arms tightly around his lover's neck, whining quite loudly when that cock pulls out and then comes right back inside of him.
"M-Mine," is all he manages to respond with, his legs wrapping around Song Lan too as if to cement their connection further. This whole thing still scares him, but he needs it too. Needs Song Lan. He can't let him go.
That one word sets him on fire. Zichen bites Xue Yang's neck, sucking hard to leave a bruise behind. With those legs wrapped around him, he thrusts with ease, rocking in and out of his lover, losing himself in the delicious motions.
"Oh..." he moans and kisses the bruising he caused softly.
Xue Yang groans and tilts his head a little to the side, fully encouraging the marks Song Lan is leaving. He likes the idea of walking around with bruises all up his throat and neck from his lover.
"Yes, yes, fuck..." he moans, shuddering as his cock starts to stiffen again as Song Lan fucks him.
More marks are left because Zichen can't... He can't stop himself. Xue Yang has opened a door; a door that only he can control. For someone like Zichen, the idea of giving anyone else this power over him is horrifying.
"You're beautiful..." he whispers his praise, running his hands over Xue Yang and thrusting harder, "Xue Yang!"
Xue Yang likes it - very much so! Having Song Lan so hungry for him... he can't get enough of it.
Those words make him blush though. He's never been complimented like that before... He whimpers and tightens his legs around his lover, rocking down on him all the more insistently. "Song Lan!" he gasps, sliding his fingers into his lover's hair and tugging a little when those thrusts get harder.
Selfishly, Zichen hopes that remains the case. Longing for someone and not having it returned is one of the worst feelings. They have both experienced that and this... This is different. It has to be.
Hearing his name said like that brings him right to the edge, precome leaking from his cock and beginning to fill Xue Yang. He throbs against those soft, tight, hot walls and he moves helplessly, chasing the pleasure building between them.
It really is an awful feeling. He can't imagine he'll ever get over Xiao Xingchen, not fully, but Song Lan has been good at distracting him from all the pain and hurt. Has been good at making him feel wanted and cared for - even though he has every reason to hate him just as much as Xiao Xingchen does. Maybe even more.
"Yes, fuck, Zichen," he moans, feeling how wet Song Lan's cock has become, "Come in me..." He's going to need a little more himself, but he really wants to feel Song Lan fill him up.
No, Zichen won't either. Xiao Xingchen is...untouchable. Zichen had visited Xingchen's body whenever he had enough freedom to do so. Even in death the man had been stunning. And precious. They should have protected him and that failure will likely stay with them for the rest of time.
But they can also find comfort in this; in understanding that both of them love the same man. The glimpses he sees of Xue Yang being sweet make him hungry and hopeful for more. If Xue Yang is protected, can't he be sweet and funny and, yes, mischievous from here on? Can't he find...peace?
He wants to try. If Xue Yang can find peace, maybe he can too.
Rocking desperately, Zichen whimpers at the encouragement, driving himself deep into his lover. Then he explodes with a sharp cry, filling Xue Yang, connecting them.
Xue Yang had felt peace in Yi City once he had started to let his guard down, but it obviously hadn't lasted. He wants something that lasts. He doesn't know if he can have that with Song Lan, or if he's just too fucked-up to make something like this work.
He prefers not to think about that though now that he's feeling good for once. Now that he has Song Lan inside of him, hungry and desperate for him. He moans when Song Lan comes, filling him up nice and deep. "Mmn... stay inside," he breathes, tightening his arms and legs around his lover. He's still hard between their bodies, enjoying the feeling of being so full.
Zichen had felt peace when he traveled at Xingchen's side. Then Xue Yang had broken his heart and his sanity had shattered. Taking it out on Xingchen had been the worst mistake of his life. Deep down, Zichen knows he is easy to rile, easy to anger and he has been working on that, forcing himself into Xue Yang's space because no one angers him more.
But that anger has become something else. Xue Yang's sobs, the way he clings to him and kisses him as if... As if Zichen isn't a monster. It's ironic that the one who turned him into this is the one who is helping him heal. But it feels fragile - like a rope pulled too tight, fraying.
So he has to hold on. He has to mark the other man and kiss him until their lungs ache for air. Zichen gasps and brings their foreheads together, keeping himself buried in his lover.
"Xue Yang..." he murmurs hoarsely, slipping a hand between them to stroke the hard cock.
It's hard to believe that he can have something like this, something good. He worries about fucking it all up, but at least... at least Song Lan knows everything that he's done. Knows who he is. He's not blindly walking into this, he's not being controlled. He knows what he's doing.
He knows. Xue Yang slips his fingers deeper into Song Lan's hair. It feels so good to be seen. To be held. To hear his name said like that. Tears well up in his eyes as he rocks into Song Lan's hand, gasping softly as he's stroked. "S-Song Lan..." he whispers, voice trembling.
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Date: 2023-11-05 12:29 pm (UTC)Shuddering, Xue Yang strokes his fingers through Song Lan's hair. "Feels so good... you're a natural, Zichen," he teases, but there is definite sincerity behind his words.
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Date: 2023-11-05 12:34 pm (UTC)Meanwhile his hands find Xue Yang's backside, squeezing onto the delicious curves.
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Date: 2023-11-05 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-05 12:40 pm (UTC)This time... This time he can tell his lover everything.
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Date: 2023-11-05 12:44 pm (UTC)"Finger me," he breathes, "Want you to put your cock in me after I come, I'll be so fucking sensitive..."
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Date: 2023-11-05 12:47 pm (UTC)He doesn't think he has ever been more aroused, but he can wait. He wants this to be good - so good - for Xue Yang.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:06 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Zichen... so good," he groans, cock twitching and leaking even more into his lover's mouth.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:10 pm (UTC)The moment he comes, Zichen is pressing him against the mattress.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-05 01:18 pm (UTC)"Mmm!"
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-05 01:25 pm (UTC)Releasing Xue Yang's cock from his lips, kissing the tip, he flips them, pushing his lover against the bed. Then he rids himself of his trousers and guides himself into the younger man, filling him with a moan of relief.
"Xue Yang..." he gasps, panting, "I need you."
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:32 pm (UTC)"Yes, yes, Zichen, fuck me..." he gasps when he feels the blunt tip against his stretched hole, and Song Lan doesn't disappoint. Xue Yang whines loudly when his lover enters him. The oversensitivity is almost too much, making him tremble hard and clench up around Song Lan's thick cock. "Shit, fuck, you're so d-deep..." Right up against his prostate, making him whine even more.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:37 pm (UTC)"I only do this with you." he pulls almost free and then surges forward, creating a gentle, yet passionate rhythm, "Ah Xue Yang, I didn't expect this. But I'm not letting you go."
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:42 pm (UTC)"M-Mine," is all he manages to respond with, his legs wrapping around Song Lan too as if to cement their connection further. This whole thing still scares him, but he needs it too. Needs Song Lan. He can't let him go.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:48 pm (UTC)"Oh..." he moans and kisses the bruising he caused softly.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:53 pm (UTC)"Yes, yes, fuck..." he moans, shuddering as his cock starts to stiffen again as Song Lan fucks him.
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Date: 2023-11-05 01:58 pm (UTC)"You're beautiful..." he whispers his praise, running his hands over Xue Yang and thrusting harder, "Xue Yang!"
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Date: 2023-11-05 02:05 pm (UTC)Those words make him blush though. He's never been complimented like that before... He whimpers and tightens his legs around his lover, rocking down on him all the more insistently. "Song Lan!" he gasps, sliding his fingers into his lover's hair and tugging a little when those thrusts get harder.
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Date: 2023-11-05 02:25 pm (UTC)Hearing his name said like that brings him right to the edge, precome leaking from his cock and beginning to fill Xue Yang. He throbs against those soft, tight, hot walls and he moves helplessly, chasing the pleasure building between them.
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Date: 2023-11-05 02:35 pm (UTC)"Yes, fuck, Zichen," he moans, feeling how wet Song Lan's cock has become, "Come in me..." He's going to need a little more himself, but he really wants to feel Song Lan fill him up.
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:02 pm (UTC)But they can also find comfort in this; in understanding that both of them love the same man. The glimpses he sees of Xue Yang being sweet make him hungry and hopeful for more. If Xue Yang is protected, can't he be sweet and funny and, yes, mischievous from here on? Can't he find...peace?
He wants to try. If Xue Yang can find peace, maybe he can too.
Rocking desperately, Zichen whimpers at the encouragement, driving himself deep into his lover. Then he explodes with a sharp cry, filling Xue Yang, connecting them.
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:11 pm (UTC)He prefers not to think about that though now that he's feeling good for once. Now that he has Song Lan inside of him, hungry and desperate for him. He moans when Song Lan comes, filling him up nice and deep. "Mmn... stay inside," he breathes, tightening his arms and legs around his lover. He's still hard between their bodies, enjoying the feeling of being so full.
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:18 pm (UTC)But that anger has become something else. Xue Yang's sobs, the way he clings to him and kisses him as if... As if Zichen isn't a monster. It's ironic that the one who turned him into this is the one who is helping him heal. But it feels fragile - like a rope pulled too tight, fraying.
So he has to hold on. He has to mark the other man and kiss him until their lungs ache for air. Zichen gasps and brings their foreheads together, keeping himself buried in his lover.
"Xue Yang..." he murmurs hoarsely, slipping a hand between them to stroke the hard cock.
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Date: 2023-11-05 03:26 pm (UTC)He knows. Xue Yang slips his fingers deeper into Song Lan's hair. It feels so good to be seen. To be held. To hear his name said like that. Tears well up in his eyes as he rocks into Song Lan's hand, gasping softly as he's stroked. "S-Song Lan..." he whispers, voice trembling.
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