"I don't know. She would be a good house protector!" Zichen laughs and then gasps, his cheeks reddening. Being here, kissing like this, it's all...amazing. His heart feels like it's beating again for the first time in ages.
"Yeah, you do! And I'm gonna take good care of you." Xue Yang chuckles, eyes bright. He can't wait until they can settle down for the night. He wants to really love on his soon to be husband...
"Maaaybe." Xue Yang grins. "You'll see when we get to our destination~." It's his turn to be secretive! Not that he's being particularly subtle about what he wants...
Xue Yang shivers and bites his lip. He looks around. The area they're in is secluded... "You wanna set up camp?" he murmurs teasingly. He can't really wait either, not when it comes to Song Lan.
"We don't need to." he brings the cart to a stop and drags Xue Yang against the nearest tree, "Just a taste. We can indulge." he brings their lips together, hard, biting playfully.
Xue Yang laughs and wraps his arms around Song Lan's neck. "So scandalous! Are you going to take me right here?" he teases before he's kissed so hard he can only moan.
He sucks at Song Lan's lips and tongue and grinds himself against him. One of his legs drape around his waist so he can press himself closer.
Zichen lifts Xue Yang and licks at the hidden corners of his lover's mouth. He groans and grinds their bodies together, his arousal obvious, hard and hot against his trousers.
"I can use my mouth or you can use yours." he teases huskily.
Xue Yang groans, feeling even more excited as he feels how hard Song Lan is. "Let me, ah, let me take care of you," he breathes against Song Lan's lips. One of his hands slips down to squeeze his husband's cock through his pants.
"Then don't," Xue Yang murmurs huskily as he begins to open Song Lan's robes just enough to be able to pull his pants down. He then sinks down on his knees and grins playfully up at his husband. He leans in and tugs his pants down to free his cock.
"So hard for me..." he breathes and then he leans in to press his lips to the tip.
"I won't." he promises huskily, grabbing onto Xue Yang's hair when he slips down onto his knees, "Don't disappear, A-Yang." or his life in this world - and any other - will cease to have meaning.
His arousal is quite obvious, throbbing and twitching for attention. Zichen whines at the soft lips and shudders.
Xue Yang chuckles around Song Lan's cock and gives him a sultry look from under his thick eyelashes.
He loves how quickly he can get his husband to crack, to come, to lose control... so he takes more, swallowing and moaning around his husband's considerable girth.
He cards his fingers through Xue Yang's hair before gripping tightly. Hissing, his hips rock, carefully, as he tries to retain control. He wants to last just...just for a little bit...
Compliments like that still makes Xue Yang a little flustered, and it's made obvious when his cheeks heat up. He sucks harder to reward Song Lan before swallowing down even more of his cock, until his lips are almost able to close around the base of him.
All of him disappears behind those pretty lips and Zichen is fixated on the sight. Trembling and gasping, he comes hard, his hips jerking as he releases.
"A-Yang!" he cries out, letting go of his lover's hair to hold onto the tree.
Xue Yang groans when his mouth is filled and he does his best to swallow it all down. He still makes a bit of a mess around his mouth when he pulls back, panting heavily. He looks up at Song Lan, eyes hazy with lust. He's painfully hard himself and whines as he starts to try and get back on his feet.
He wants to ravish him. But not here. Not now. Zichen lifts Xue Yang and presses him against the tree. He kisses him deeply, sucking on his tongue while he opens Xue Yang's robes and pushes down his trousers. Then he is the one on his knees.
Xue Yang moans and drapes his arms around Song Lan's neck as he kisses him back with just as much hunger. He wants to be ravished! But sadly, that'll have to wait.
He bites his lip and slips his hands into Song Lan's hair when the older man drops down on his knees. "A-Lan..." he breathes as his cock springs up, hard and eager.
Not long. But it does have to wait. Until then, he offers his mouth, kissing down the side of Xue Yang's eager cock. He looks up at his husband and then slowly slides him passed his lips and over his tongue. Sucking slowly, he moans and holds firmly onto his lover's hips.
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:47 pm (UTC)The nip sends a shiver through him and he breathes deep.
"My A-Yang is important to me." so he won't push him too far, old injury or not!
"I also didn't want Muyang and Xiuying to be exhausted."
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Date: 2025-01-01 03:51 pm (UTC)Noticing Song Lan's reaction, Xue Yang can't help but to lean up to do it again, pulling away with an impish grin. "My A-Lan is importan too."
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:40 pm (UTC)"I have you. I'm fine."
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Date: 2025-01-01 05:04 pm (UTC)Ah, he is lucky. Xue Yang is gorgeous and sweet.
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Date: 2025-01-01 05:18 pm (UTC)~ have to 8| Typo bah humbug.
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Date: 2025-01-01 05:26 pm (UTC)He sucks at Song Lan's lips and tongue and grinds himself against him. One of his legs drape around his waist so he can press himself closer.
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Date: 2025-01-01 05:32 pm (UTC)"I can use my mouth or you can use yours." he teases huskily.
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Date: 2025-01-03 02:40 pm (UTC)Even for a moment. Even for the promise of immense pleasure.
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Date: 2025-01-03 02:45 pm (UTC)"So hard for me..." he breathes and then he leans in to press his lips to the tip.
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Date: 2025-01-03 02:52 pm (UTC)His arousal is quite obvious, throbbing and twitching for attention. Zichen whines at the soft lips and shudders.
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Date: 2025-01-03 03:00 pm (UTC)He grips at his hips and lowers his mouth, slowly enveloping the hard shaft.
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Date: 2025-01-03 03:04 pm (UTC)He has no idea how long he can last, but that's usually the case with his too-talented husband.
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Date: 2025-01-03 03:08 pm (UTC)He loves how quickly he can get his husband to crack, to come, to lose control... so he takes more, swallowing and moaning around his husband's considerable girth.
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Date: 2025-01-03 03:19 pm (UTC)"You're so beautiful."
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Date: 2025-01-03 03:28 pm (UTC)"A-Yang!" he cries out, letting go of his lover's hair to hold onto the tree.
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Date: 2025-01-04 02:21 pm (UTC)He bites his lip and slips his hands into Song Lan's hair when the older man drops down on his knees. "A-Lan..." he breathes as his cock springs up, hard and eager.
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