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.
"Love, I came back to be with you." Xingchen tightens his hold on Xue Yang, speaking firmly, "No matter what happens, what you and I share is safe. I need you." he presses their heads together, "This might not make sense to you, but it is something I believe. Song Zichen is my soulmate. That means he and I share the same soul. If you love me, there is part of him you love too."
Xue Yang feels reassured by that - at least until Xiao Xingchen talks about Song Lan again. He frowns and makes a face. "What about me...?" he finally asks, hating how small his voice sounds. Why is only Song Lan Xiao Xingchen's soulmate?
Xingchen's cheeks turn bright pink and he smiles helplessly, kissing Xue Yang lovingly before he answers.
"I've been thinking... You must be part of my soul too. I didn't need my sight to follow you. I didn't need my sight to know you were gravely injured in that ditch either."
Xue Yang is a little placated by that and tightens his arms around Xingchen, pressing into the kiss. "I know you're mine... my soulmate." How could there possibly be anyone else?
"Can you hear me, my A-Yang?" Xingchen relays the message, Core to Core, instead of using his voice. He caresses his lover's cheek the entire time, waiting patiently.
Xue Yang startles when he suddenly hears Xiao Xingchen's voice in his head! How the--- "Yes?" he says out loud, bewildered and not knowing how to respond back the same way.
A soft, loving grin follows that cute response and he touches Xue Yang's lips with his finger.
"It's a trick Zichen and I discovered. For years I've only been able to talk to him like that. But now..." he nods to himself happily, "My A-Yang can hear me too. If you want to respond in the same way, think about me... You might feel warm or see a faint light. That is our Cores connecting."
Oh, so Song Lan and Xingchen can communicate like that... Well, that makes Song Lan's lack of a tongue less of an issue. Though it also makes him feel a little jealous again, but this time he pushes it down. Xingchen is sharing with him now.
"Okay..." Xue Yang concentrates, thinking about Xiao Xingchen until he feels warmth spread through him. "Can you hear me?" he asks mentally.
"Yes!" Xingchen beams and rubs his hands over Xue Yang's sides, "I can hear you. I can feel you too. For our Cores to connect so easily... Mm. I was right and so were you."
Their meeting had been destined and now... Now they can see it through properly.
Xingchen kisses the bridge of Xue Yang's nose and then his lips, lingering there. He can't get enough of him and, frankly, he doesn't want to get enough of him. Living like this... He can be happy.
"I love you." he sends a warm pulse of love with the words so there is no mistake.
Xue Yang kisses him deeply and tenderly, holding him close to his own body. He gently strokes his cheek and nudges their foreheads together. "We should probably go back..." he says reluctantly. Or Song Lan might come looking for them. "I'll clean you up." Both the mess he'd left inside of him and the blood that had leaked from his eye sockets.
Xue Yang gives Xingchen a final, lingering kiss before letting go and putting his robes back on. Once Xingchen is dressed as well, he takes his hand and leads him back to the house, bringing some water from the well back inside.
Song Lan had followed Xingchen part of the way when he'd ran after Xue Yang, to make sure that Xue Yang in his agitated state didn't hurt Xingchen. When instead he saw the two of the kiss... Well, he'd returned to the house. He's been pacing around ever since, trying not to let jealousy consume him too much.
When they return, he immediately notices the marks on Xingchen's throat and along his jawline and the fact that they're holding hands.
Xingchen, are you alright? he asks through their connection.
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-28 10:54 am (UTC)"Mmmmn!"
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Date: 2023-05-28 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
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 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
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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Date: 2023-05-28 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-28 11:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-28 11:35 am (UTC)"I've been thinking... You must be part of my soul too. I didn't need my sight to follow you. I didn't need my sight to know you were gravely injured in that ditch either."
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-28 11:42 am (UTC)"Trust me, love. I will not leave you behind."
Doing so would only make them both miserable.
"May I...test...something with you?" he wonders now if Xue Yang can hear his voice mentally in the same way Zichen can.
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:53 am (UTC)He raises an eyebrow at that. "Sure, what?"
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Date: 2023-05-28 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:01 pm (UTC)"It's a trick Zichen and I discovered. For years I've only been able to talk to him like that. But now..." he nods to himself happily, "My A-Yang can hear me too. If you want to respond in the same way, think about me... You might feel warm or see a faint light. That is our Cores connecting."
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:04 pm (UTC)"Okay..." Xue Yang concentrates, thinking about Xiao Xingchen until he feels warmth spread through him. "Can you hear me?" he asks mentally.
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:09 pm (UTC)Their meeting had been destined and now... Now they can see it through properly.
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:12 pm (UTC)He grins and leans in to kiss him again. "I love you."
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:17 pm (UTC)"I love you." he sends a warm pulse of love with the words so there is no mistake.
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-05-28 12:28 pm (UTC)"We will have more time together, love." he hears the reluctance and tries to soothe it. Nodding, he takes out a clean piece of cloth from his pouch.
"Use the water from the well. Just pull up the bucket."
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Date: 2023-05-28 12:39 pm (UTC)Song Lan had followed Xingchen part of the way when he'd ran after Xue Yang, to make sure that Xue Yang in his agitated state didn't hurt Xingchen. When instead he saw the two of the kiss... Well, he'd returned to the house. He's been pacing around ever since, trying not to let jealousy consume him too much.
When they return, he immediately notices the marks on Xingchen's throat and along his jawline and the fact that they're holding hands.
Xingchen, are you alright? he asks through their connection.
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