Pressing Xue Yang against the bed, Zichen pulls out his fingers and begins to enter his lover...slowly. He watches the younger man's face happily, stealing a breathless kiss here and there because.
Xue Yang eagerly spreads his legs to welcome his lover inside. He then wraps both arms and legs around him, moaning softly as he's slowly pried open. "Zi-Zichen..." he breathes, feeling a little delirious with pleasure.
Zichen slides into the tight heat that awaits him, gasping and groaning. Being inside of Xue Yang is like nothing else. He kisses the younger man's shoulder and strokes his cock.
"If you keep saying my name, I may need...to call you...A-Yang."
Xue Yang blushes a little. No one's every called him something so affectionate before. "A-Ah... you can," he breathes, whimpering softly and thrusting into his lover's hand.
"A-Yang." Zichen whispers into his lover's ear, rocking his hips to bring himself deeper. Then he rubs himself against Xue Yang's inner walls, moaning.
Xue Yang lets out a soft, needy moan, heat spreading through him all the more rapidly. He clings tighter and whimpers into his lover's ear, legs trembling around him. It feels so good to be taken care of like this.
Zichen lays his hand on Xue Yang's cheek and kisses him slowly, letting the heat rise like a gentle tide between them. His thrusts are longer, sliding deep into his lover before he pulls back, almost leaving Xue Yang entirely. Almost.
The long, deep thrusts fill him with so much heat and a strange sort of longing, but for what he's not sure. His heels press into his lover's lower back, soft moans continuously spilling from his lips whenever Song Lan moves in him. Every drag of that heavy, thick cock along his sensitive insides feels amazing.
One day he will have an answer for that longing. Zichen will too, he hopes. This thing that exists between them is surprising and frightening, but good. It feels so good. His thrusts continue at the slow pace, letting them feel...everything.
"A-Yang..." he rumbles, pressing their foreheads together, "My A-Yang."
Xue Yang lets out a soft whimper, tears welling into his eyes. He buries his face into Song Lan's shoulder and clings tighter to him. Yes, he wants to be Song Lan's. Wants to have somewhere to belong, and to be wanted.
"Zi-Zichen..." he breathes softly, need clear in his voice.
He catches sight of those tears before he is clung to. A happy, fluttering warmth settles in his chest and he kisses tenderly over his lover's shoulder. Hearing his name sends a shiver down his spine and he thrusts a little harder, his desire for Xue Yang catching fire.
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Date: 2023-11-11 02:28 pm (UTC)"I'm here."
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Date: 2023-11-11 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-11 02:37 pm (UTC)"If you keep saying my name, I may need...to call you...A-Yang."
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Date: 2023-11-12 12:14 pm (UTC)Groaning, he shudders to his core.
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Date: 2023-11-12 01:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-13 01:26 am (UTC)"A-Yang..." he rumbles, pressing their foreheads together, "My A-Yang."
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Date: 2023-11-13 10:12 am (UTC)Xue Yang lets out a soft whimper, tears welling into his eyes. He buries his face into Song Lan's shoulder and clings tighter to him. Yes, he wants to be Song Lan's. Wants to have somewhere to belong, and to be wanted.
"Zi-Zichen..." he breathes softly, need clear in his voice.
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Date: 2023-11-13 11:44 am (UTC)"I'm here. I'm with you."
For as long as Xue Yang needs him.