Xue Yang shivers at the tight heat that surrounds his finger as he slides it deeper. "I love you," he murmurs earnestly, "I can't live without you..." He remembers where Xingchen's sweet spot is located and immediately goes for it.
"I love you too." Xingchen whispers huskily, nudging their noses together before he finds his way to Xue Yang's lips. The kiss is interrupted when his prostate is brushed and he arches helplessly, gasping.
Xue Yang smiles and slides a second finger inside, letting them press up against his lover's prostate. He leans in to kiss him, swallowing up his moans with his mouth, like those sweet sounds belong only to him...
Xingchen groans and whimpers, tasting Xue Yang's lips and sucking on his tongue. He hugs his lover to him, his cock already hard again. Pushing himself down on those fingers, he parts from the kiss to laugh breathlessly.
Xue Yang is impatient to be inside of Xingchen, but he still takes a bit more time to make sure his love is stretched enough that he won't be in any pain. He kisses all over Xingchen's face as he fingers him deeply.
Finally, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. He groans loudly as his erection is enveloped in his lover's heat. It takes all of his self-control to not just thrust all the way inside in one go.
The care warms his heart and Xingchen kisses his lover, letting his adoration shine through. He giggles under the kisses he is given in return, his breathing quickening as he is stretched. Then...at last...his lover begins to enter him.
"A-Yang!" he feels tears soaking his blindfold again, but they are happy this time.
Seeing more blood soaking Xingchen's blindfold, Xue Yang stops and frowns. He presses a kiss right under the blindfold. "Are you okay? You're not in any pain, are you?" he asks in a low murmur as he holds his lover securely against the wall.
Xingchen trembles and leans into the kiss, trying to find the words to express how he feels.
"N-No! This... You feel so good, A-Yang. I missed you!" his voice breaks and he ducks his head, "I couldn't reach you or touch you... All I could do is listen."
Xue Yang feels his own eyes fill with tears as he presses their foreheads together. "I missed you so much..." he whispers as he starts to slowly rock himself inside of Xingchen, shuddering with every thrust, every wonderful glide of Xingchen's insides around him.
Xue Yang can only groan in response. He thrusts as deeply as he can get, shuddering at the heat around his cock. "You feel so good..." he breathes as he captures Xingchen's lips in a kiss, arms tight around him. "Love you so much..."
"Mmm oh A-Yang...!" Xingchen clenches and tries to keep his lover inside of him just a little longer. But he also wants him to move! His two desires war with each other as he moans against Xue Yang's lips.
Xue Yang curses under his breath. That clench is heavenly! He stays still like that for a moment, shuddering and gasping until he can't take it anymore. He puts his hands on Xingchen's ass, spreading him wide and plunging inside with a deep, hard thrust.
He grins at the curses, kissing down the side of his lover's face. The effect he has sets his blood on fire and he sobs in the back of his throat, arching into every thrust. He wants it all. He wants it hard. He wants their love to mark him.
Xue Yang is more than happy to oblige. He kisses and bites along Xingchen's jawline and the parts of his throat not covered by the bandage. He wants to leave his mark, wants Song Lan to see that he's left his claim all over Xiao Xingchen.
"I love you!" he gasps right back, soon building up a deep and hard pace as he fucks into Xingchen's wonderful body.
He loses himself in the motions, in the hard pace. Xingchen doesn't want to think beyond this; beyond the sharp bliss of being with the one he loves again. His cock is throbbing against his stomach, leaking as he once again approaches a climax.
"Xue Yang!" he tugs on his lover's hair and digs his nails into his back, writhing against him.
Xue Yang buries his face against Xingchen's neck, gasping into it as he gets closer and closer to his own climax. Once he reaches it, he only stays inside Xingchen long enough to fill him up with his release, and then he pulls out so he can quickly get back on his knees to take his lover back into his mouth. He's greedy for all of Xingchen's orgasms!
He nearly loses control when he is filled by intoxicating heat. If he could keep that part of Xue Yang inside of him, always, he would! Shaking as he is lowered onto his feet, he isn't expecting to feel the wet heat of Xue Yang's mouth again. Bucking forward, he buries himself against his lover's tongue, coming hard.
Xue Yang grabs Xingchen's hips again, sucking hard and moaning as his lover fills his mouth. He swallows greedily, sucking his cock clean and making sure he's milked him of every drop before he pulls away. He leans his head against Xingchen's hip and nuzzles the skin. "You're perfect," he breathes affectionately.
Completely spent and breathless, Xingchen pants and leans against the wall. He strokes through Xue Yang's hair upon feeling the nuzzle, holding his lover against him. He has...to keep him safe. Keep him sane. The Xue Yang he loves is...this one.
"Love...oh..." he eventually bends down and kisses the crown of Xue Yang's head, "I'm not. You've seen that."
Xue Yang slowly stands and wraps his arms around Xingchen, pressing close and kissing his neck. "To me you are," he murmurs, giving him a gentle squeeze.
Xue Yang sinks into that embrace, a sense of relief and safety settling within him. Xiao Xingchen still wants him, still loves him... that's all that matters.
Xingchen drops kisses here and there, rubbing over Xue Yang's back. He knows the question is coming and he answers honestly:
"He wants to stay; he knows that I love you and that I refuse to leave you. I...want you to get to know him, A-Yang. He is a good man. What happened between you was...a mistake. There is no risk of me leaving you, A-Yang."
Xue Yang is quiet for a moment, jealousy simmering within him. He wants Song Lan to leave so that he can have Xiao Xingchen to himself, but he can tell that that would make Xingchen unhappy. Which he doesn't want.
He huffs a little, reluctantly, before answering, "...Alright. I'll... try." It's the best he can promise.
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Date: 2023-05-28 09:42 am (UTC)"Oh come inside, love..."
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Date: 2023-05-28 09:44 am (UTC)Finally, he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his cock. He groans loudly as his erection is enveloped in his lover's heat. It takes all of his self-control to not just thrust all the way inside in one go.
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Date: 2023-05-28 09:49 am (UTC)"A-Yang!" he feels tears soaking his blindfold again, but they are happy this time.
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Date: 2023-05-28 09:53 am (UTC)"N-No! This... You feel so good, A-Yang. I missed you!" his voice breaks and he ducks his head, "I couldn't reach you or touch you... All I could do is listen."
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:01 am (UTC)"You don't have to worry, my love." he moans and rocks back into each thrust, "Don't run...from me. From us."
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:36 am (UTC)"I love you...I love you!"
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:38 am (UTC)"I love you!" he gasps right back, soon building up a deep and hard pace as he fucks into Xingchen's wonderful body.
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:44 am (UTC)"Xue Yang!" he tugs on his lover's hair and digs his nails into his back, writhing against him.
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:54 am (UTC)"Mmmmn!"
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:00 am (UTC)"Love...oh..." he eventually bends down and kisses the crown of Xue Yang's head, "I'm not. You've seen that."
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:09 am (UTC)"You're my A-Yang. For now and always. I won't let anyone take you from me."
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:12 am (UTC)Still, he has to ask... "What about Song Lan?"
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:16 am (UTC)"He wants to stay; he knows that I love you and that I refuse to leave you. I...want you to get to know him, A-Yang. He is a good man. What happened between you was...a mistake. There is no risk of me leaving you, A-Yang."
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:20 am (UTC)He huffs a little, reluctantly, before answering, "...Alright. I'll... try." It's the best he can promise.
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