"Nah. It's just not as good as the food from home. I wish we could just make our own food." He pouts a little. He's honestly missed cooking too. Xiao Xingchen had been a mediocre cook, sometimes downright terrible, so Xue Yang had ended up doing most of it while they lived together.
"I'll see what I can do." Zichen ends up smiling again, shaking his head, "You're making that face again. Don't be sad." he presses their heads together, "This isn't the home we know, but it isn't so bad if we work together."
Xue Yang chuckles a little. "If you're planning on cooking, I hope you're better at it than Xiao Xingchen." He slips his arms around Song Lan's neck and kisses him. "Meng Yao was able to get me some tanghulu once. I think he asked his warden to ask the Admiral?"
"I did cook in Baixue." Zichen feels a small twinge of pain at the mention of Xingchen's cooking. The fare had been plain, but it had warmed him every time.
Nuzzling his face against Xue Yang's arms, he then hums into the kiss.
"If I need to go that far, I will. Otherwise I think I will visit the kitchens myself."
It pains Xue Yang too, to think about it. He'd often poked fun at Xiao Xingchen for it, and mock-complained about having to cook when he had actually enjoyed it...
Xue Yang shakes those thoughts away and focuses on Song Lan's lips and arms and body instead. He nods and kisses him again. "Mmm... If they have the stuff needed to make it, it shouldn't be hard."
Zichen strokes over Xue Yang's cheek, his fingertips trailing down his neck. He returns each kiss and smiles when his lover comes to the same conclusion.
"My thoughts exactly. Surely I can make you something that reminds you of home."
Xue Yang smiles, a little touched by that. "That'd be nice," he says, leaning into his lover's touches. "Tanghulu's my favorite." Even if Song Lan's attempt turns out bad, he'd still appreciate the gesture.
"I'll try to make what you like." Zichen whispers, grinning at the comment, "You're smiling. That's much better." he brushes kisses over Xue Yang's face - some playful and some tender.
"Oh no, you're being sappy again," Xue Yang mock-complains, squirming on Song Lan's lap as he pretends to try and get away from the kisses, but somehow - he doesn't manage to get away from a single one!
Xue Yang can't help laughing. It's pretty crazy how quickly he'd gone from crying to laughing, but apparently Song Lan is good at cheering him up. "Mmm..." He hums into the kiss and licks over Song Lan's lips, teasing them open.
Zichen likes the sound and he welcomes the kiss, parting his lips to let his mischievous lover explore. The feeling of their tongues touching sends a shiver down his spine and he moans against Xue Yang's lips.
Xue Yang licks his way into Song Lan's mouth, his fingers sliding up into his hair and stroking through the strands. "Mnnn..." He's very glad that Song Lan has his tongue back, because it's definitely improved their kissing...
He had no idea that tongues...and mouths in general...could be ticklish. Xue Yang finds a spot on the roof of his mouth that makes him squirm. But, like Xue Yang, he never goes too far from the kiss.
Xue Yang grins a little into the kiss when he feels Song Lan squirm. He lightly tugs at his hair and sucks at his lips. Desire immediately starts to fill him, like it always seems to when their kisses grow deeper.
Zichen is already working open Xue Yang's robes, eager to run his callused hands over his skin. He also just...wants to make sure. There wasn't a fight. No one is wounded...right?
Of course the wounds that last are much deeper than the skin.
The desire always grows so quickly from how much Song Lan seems to want him. He can't get enough of it. His skin is already hot under his lover's eager hands as he presses into the touches.
"Mm... I like it when you look at me," Xue Yang murmurs as he helps with getting the robes open and off of himself.
Zichen frees Xue Yang of his robes and lays him on the bed. He crawls over him and does a thorough check, nuzzling his lips against the hollow of his throat. Meanwhile his hands caress and search, looking for sore places.
Xue Yang feels warm and flustered under Song Lan's hands. They're such nice, big hands... capable of being both gentle and rough. He spreads his legs a little, letting out a soft, pleased sigh. "No, I'm fine."
Zichen smiles, relieved, and slides his hands upwards from Xue Yang's abdomen. He teases his lover's nipples and places soft, hot kisses down the younger man's chest.
The man Xue Yang is trying to become, the man he should have been all along is worth Zichen's care and attention. Each time he is soft with the younger man, he sees more of that personality peeking out. The past can't be undone, but the future is theirs to do with as they please.
Why not spend it like this? Zichen grins at the response to his touches and presses his lips over those nipples, sucking softly and teasing them with his tongue.
"A-Ah...!" Xue Yang moans, arching up to Song Lan's mouth. His cock gives a twitch in his pants as it starts to stiffen up, pressing against the fabric. His face feels warm from both arousal and mild embarrassment. There's just something about being treated like this that makes him very flustered.
So he has found a nice spot to use his tongue? Perfect. Zichen loosens Xue Yang's trousers and continues his hot kisses down the center of his abdomen and down to one of his hips.
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Try to make the foods himself?
"Does it make your stomach hurt?"
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Nuzzling his face against Xue Yang's arms, he then hums into the kiss.
"If I need to go that far, I will. Otherwise I think I will visit the kitchens myself."
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Xue Yang shakes those thoughts away and focuses on Song Lan's lips and arms and body instead. He nods and kisses him again. "Mmm... If they have the stuff needed to make it, it shouldn't be hard."
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"My thoughts exactly. Surely I can make you something that reminds you of home."
It would be a nice change.
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This...is part of having a home.
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Of course the wounds that last are much deeper than the skin.
"Mmm let me see you..."
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"Mm... I like it when you look at me," Xue Yang murmurs as he helps with getting the robes open and off of himself.
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"You're not hurt, right?"
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"Good."
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He arches a little, gasping softly when teased. His nipples immediately stiffen in response, so pink and sensitive.
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Why not spend it like this? Zichen grins at the response to his touches and presses his lips over those nipples, sucking softly and teasing them with his tongue.
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"Xue Yang..."
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