Xue Yang giggles and tugs Song Lan's hair out of the ribbons so it comes loose. "Woops." He likes this look on him.
He shivers a bit at the "mine". Oh yes, he wants to belong to this man. "If we ever get out of here... we could do that," he murmurs a little shyly. He likes that idea too. Traveling with Song Lan, fighting at his side...
Xue Yang has definitely found that he likes it when Song Lan gets a little possessive over him. It's both a turn-on and something that makes him feel safe. And he's possessive in return. He wants this man to be his too.
He lightly nibbles at Song Lan's bottom lip. "I'll hold you to that," he murmurs.
That's a done deal, though finding the words to communicate as much is difficult for Zichen. He tries to let his actions speak for him, touching and holding Xue Yang in ways that would be impossible with anyone else.
"Then you need to live and be with me." he rubs Xue Yang's injured hip, massaging the sore muscles, "Can you do that?"
"Yeah," he murmurs, and he finds that he means that. He does want to live. He wants to get out of here, wants to go back home and just... live a life with Song Lan. It's a startling realization, one that makes him press closer to his lover.
He leans up to kiss him again, shivering a bit. There's something a little frightening about such a realization, because it means he has to put in the work necessary to graduate. And he's not sure how exactly to go about that.
"Xue Yang..." Zichen breathes in wonder and scans his lover's face for signs of misgivings, "Do you mean that?" he meets the kiss with a low moan, already tugging open Xue Yang's robes so he can touch his bare skin.
"I'll come back for you. Just wait in Yi City." he smiles tremulously, eyes shining, "I won't take long. I'll run."
"You're stupid if you think I'm leaving this ship without you," Xue Yang says, shivering and arching into Song Lan's touches. He's not going to hang around in Yi City without Song Lan, no way! "Besides, I bet you'll graduate someone before I graduate, anyway." He knows that he has a lot of work to do, okay!
He then slides his fingers deeper into Song Lan's hair and kisses him with a bit more hunger behind it.
"Good." Zichen breathes huskily, pushing the robes open and teasing Xue Yang's nipples with his thumbs, "That doesn't mean I'll leave without you either. When we are ready together, we will go."
Sinking into the kiss, he sucks on Xue Yang's tongue, shuddering. His hands move down his lover's abdomen, caressing around his bellybutton.
"You-ah-better not." Xue Yang gasps, his nipples immediately stiffening thanks to his lover's touches. He can't imagine being here without Song Lan either. The two of them leaving together, yes, he likes that much more.
He moans into the kiss, arching to his Song Lan's touches, and feeling his cock start to stir between his legs. "Mmm... want you," he breathes against his lips.
"Is that a threat?" Zichen laughs deeply, right against Xue Yang's ear. He teases those nipples a little more, rolling them between his fingers. Yes, he has decided. Being here without Xue Yang would be...empty. And cold. He has had enough of loneliness.
Nipping at Xue Yang's lower lip, he tugs on it and then quickly opens the other man's trousers.
"Y-Yes," Xue Yang gasps, arching up to Song Lan's fingers teasing his nipples. They both harden immediately, stiff and extra sensitive to his lover's touches.
"Mhmmm... so take responsibility," he breathes as his half-hard but quickly getting harder cock is revealed. He wants Song Lan so much he feels like he might combust from the intensity of it.
The immediate reaction pleases him and he kisses hotly down Xue Yang's chest. The demand earns a laugh and he tugs the troublesome trousers down and off. Then he does the same for himself.
"Make me." he growls, lifting himself enough so Xue Yang can see he is equally hard.
Xue Yang groans at the sight of his lover so hard. "Zicheeen," he whines as he crawls closer to him to nuzzle his cock if Song Lan will let him. He doesn't even feel embarrassed to be so blatantly needy.
His mouth goes dry and Zichen can hardly blink. Xue Yang needing him, practically begging makes him twitch and harden. Sucking in a sharp breath, he tugs on the other man's hair, always careful to not pull too hard.
Xue Yang loves having this effect on Song Lan. He's also found that he very much likes it when his lover takes charge and tells him what to do.
It makes him want to obey immediately, which is just what he does when he's told to use his mouth. He looks up at Song Lan as he mouths the tip of his cock, sucking and licking until his mouth is so wet it feels like he's about to start drooling any second. Only then does he let the thick cock start to slide into his eager mouth.
Shuddering to his core, groaning lowly, Zichen grabs onto Xue Yang's hair and bites his lip. The wet, hot mouth sends a surge of heat and sensation through him. He moans loudly, helplessly, the tip of his cock growing wet.
"Yes, that's it. You're doing well." he praises and strokes a hand down Xue Yang's back, admiring him with all of his senses.
The praise sends sharp shivers through his entire body, making him whine needily around Song Lan's cock. He wants to be good for him, wants to do well and be appreciated for it. It's addictive, to be wanted and to not be seen as a disgusting monster.
He takes Song Lan's cock deeper, as deep as he can get it, until he can feel it in his throat. He turns needy, pleading eyes on his lover. See? He's being so good.
That drive is incredibly tantalizing. Zichen has seen Xue Yang's eagerness in many forms, but this one... This is the sweetest. He caresses his lover's cheek and smiles down at him, eyes warm with affection.
"A-Yang..." he groans, "Ah, be...nnn...!" careful, he means to say, but the wet heat steals his breath and his mind away.
His cock leaks further, dripping down his lover's throat and Zichen pants.
Xue Yang blushes being looked at like that. He never would've thought anyone could ever look at him with so much affection, much less Song Lan of all people.
He swallows every drop of come that leaves Song Lan's cock, eager and greedy for it. This is his. This man belongs to him and so does everything about him. The thought makes him even more ravenous. He sucks so hard his jaws strain, moaning around him. His own cock is rock hard and dripping too, but he's far more focused on pleasuring his lover than his own arousal.
Zichen never expected this. Seeing every new emotion from Xue Yang has left his heart in a whirlwind. It started with grief - a shared grief - and hatred melted into passion; passion then solidified into need. Now he is so wrapped up in the other man that Xue Yang could, easily, hurt him again.
But he doesn't care about that. Love is a risk and if he doesn't reach out, he fears they will both be lost and doomed to misery. In a way, Xue Yang's fate has become his own. So he trusts him.
Those hard sucks bring him right to the edge and he cries out, rocking against Xue Yang's tongue. He doesn't want to hurt him or choke him and so he does what he can to keep his motions gentle.
"A-Yang... Xue Yang!" he moans as he comes, tensing blissfully.
Song Lan could just as easily hurt Xue Yang at this point. He's starting to let his guard down, to dare to trust in this, that Song Lan will stay, but that definitely leaves him open for potential hurt. He's bared his throat and now he's tentatively trusting that Song Lan won't rip it out.
Xue Yang moans hungrily when Song Lan starts to come in his mouth. He seals his lips around that thick length and swallows greedily, not willing to let a single drop go to waste. Once certain that he's swallowed it all, he finally lets his lover's cock drop from his lips, panting heavily as he stays close and nuzzles against Song Lan's strong thigh.
Hurting Xue Yang at this point would be tantamount to failing himself. Zichen has failed himself enough and acted in ways that disturb and disgust him. He is a peaceful man at heart and though he can blame Xue Yang, in part, for his rage, he is the one that succumbed to it. He is the one who was so blinded by it that he only wanted to kill.
Xue Yang had died. On his sword. Zichen knows death intimately and he is tired of that chill. Being with Xue Yang like this, hearing his laughter and sleeping next to him is like sitting near a blazing fire. Of course he wants more.
Gasping and whimpering, he slowly comes down from his climax, his body trembling. He looks down at his lover and quickly lifts him into his arms, wrapping a hand around his hard cock.
Xue Yang doesn't want to hurt Song Lan either. There was definitely a time when that's all he wanted to do, but years of grief and loneliness has dulled his sharp edges somewhat. Even more so since coming to the Barge. He's been forced to confront so much while here, and against all odds, he's found something worth holding onto too. Something that isn't his wild obsession with a man who's out of his reach now.
He lets out a soft noise when he's lifted onto Song Lan's lap. He feels so small and harmless when his lover lifts him so easily... With a shiver he nuzzles into Song Lan's neck and moans. He thrusts to his hand, clinging needily and kissing at his lover's skin.
Existing under Xue Yang's control for years muddled his senses and his morality. The moment his freedom was returned to him, all he had wanted to do was kill; to get vengeance for Xiao Xingchen, A-Qing, his sect, the villagers and himself. Yet after doing so, he had found no comfort, no relief. Just more loneliness.
On the Barge, Xiao Xingchen found happiness elsewhere and Zichen can hardly blame him. However that happiness left him alone again. Until he turned and saw Xue Yang grieving just as much as him.
He wraps around the younger man and strokes him steadily, his lips finding Xue Yang's mouth and neck, nipping and kissing.
Xue Yang had found some sense of relief in knowing his death was coming. He wouldn't have to live any longer with the grief and consequences of his actions... and then he'd woken up here. And found Xiao Xingchen too, but that had only brought more pain and more grief in the long run once it truly dawned on him how much he'd fucked up. How irredeemably monstrous he was in Xiao Xingchen's (metaphorical) eyes.
Song Lan had been a surprise in every way. This whole thing has truly been... but he's desperate to hold onto it. He needs this, needs Song Lan.
That word still scares him though. He'd told Xiao Xingchen he had fallen in love with him and Xiao Xingchen had told him he was crazy. Thrown those feelings back into his face.
A sob leaves him as he suddenly spends himself in Song Lan's hand, shuddering all over as he clings tighter to him. It's too much, all of it.
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He shivers a bit at the "mine". Oh yes, he wants to belong to this man. "If we ever get out of here... we could do that," he murmurs a little shyly. He likes that idea too. Traveling with Song Lan, fighting at his side...
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Is that a shiver? Zichen smirks and nods, kissing Xue Yang again.
"Do you think I'm going to leave you behind?" he arches a brow, "Never."
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He lightly nibbles at Song Lan's bottom lip. "I'll hold you to that," he murmurs.
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"Then you need to live and be with me." he rubs Xue Yang's injured hip, massaging the sore muscles, "Can you do that?"
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He leans up to kiss him again, shivering a bit. There's something a little frightening about such a realization, because it means he has to put in the work necessary to graduate. And he's not sure how exactly to go about that.
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"I'll come back for you. Just wait in Yi City." he smiles tremulously, eyes shining, "I won't take long. I'll run."
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He then slides his fingers deeper into Song Lan's hair and kisses him with a bit more hunger behind it.
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Sinking into the kiss, he sucks on Xue Yang's tongue, shuddering. His hands move down his lover's abdomen, caressing around his bellybutton.
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He moans into the kiss, arching to his Song Lan's touches, and feeling his cock start to stir between his legs. "Mmm... want you," he breathes against his lips.
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Nipping at Xue Yang's lower lip, he tugs on it and then quickly opens the other man's trousers.
"You do seem hard. Did I cause that?"
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"Mhmmm... so take responsibility," he breathes as his half-hard but quickly getting harder cock is revealed. He wants Song Lan so much he feels like he might combust from the intensity of it.
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"Make me." he growls, lifting himself enough so Xue Yang can see he is equally hard.
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"Use your mouth, A-Yang."
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It makes him want to obey immediately, which is just what he does when he's told to use his mouth. He looks up at Song Lan as he mouths the tip of his cock, sucking and licking until his mouth is so wet it feels like he's about to start drooling any second. Only then does he let the thick cock start to slide into his eager mouth.
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"Yes, that's it. You're doing well." he praises and strokes a hand down Xue Yang's back, admiring him with all of his senses.
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He takes Song Lan's cock deeper, as deep as he can get it, until he can feel it in his throat. He turns needy, pleading eyes on his lover. See? He's being so good.
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"A-Yang..." he groans, "Ah, be...nnn...!" careful, he means to say, but the wet heat steals his breath and his mind away.
His cock leaks further, dripping down his lover's throat and Zichen pants.
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He swallows every drop of come that leaves Song Lan's cock, eager and greedy for it. This is his. This man belongs to him and so does everything about him. The thought makes him even more ravenous. He sucks so hard his jaws strain, moaning around him. His own cock is rock hard and dripping too, but he's far more focused on pleasuring his lover than his own arousal.
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But he doesn't care about that. Love is a risk and if he doesn't reach out, he fears they will both be lost and doomed to misery. In a way, Xue Yang's fate has become his own. So he trusts him.
Those hard sucks bring him right to the edge and he cries out, rocking against Xue Yang's tongue. He doesn't want to hurt him or choke him and so he does what he can to keep his motions gentle.
"A-Yang... Xue Yang!" he moans as he comes, tensing blissfully.
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Xue Yang moans hungrily when Song Lan starts to come in his mouth. He seals his lips around that thick length and swallows greedily, not willing to let a single drop go to waste. Once certain that he's swallowed it all, he finally lets his lover's cock drop from his lips, panting heavily as he stays close and nuzzles against Song Lan's strong thigh.
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Xue Yang had died. On his sword. Zichen knows death intimately and he is tired of that chill. Being with Xue Yang like this, hearing his laughter and sleeping next to him is like sitting near a blazing fire. Of course he wants more.
Gasping and whimpering, he slowly comes down from his climax, his body trembling. He looks down at his lover and quickly lifts him into his arms, wrapping a hand around his hard cock.
"A-Yang..."
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He lets out a soft noise when he's lifted onto Song Lan's lap. He feels so small and harmless when his lover lifts him so easily... With a shiver he nuzzles into Song Lan's neck and moans. He thrusts to his hand, clinging needily and kissing at his lover's skin.
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On the Barge, Xiao Xingchen found happiness elsewhere and Zichen can hardly blame him. However that happiness left him alone again. Until he turned and saw Xue Yang grieving just as much as him.
He wraps around the younger man and strokes him steadily, his lips finding Xue Yang's mouth and neck, nipping and kissing.
"I meant it." what was written in the card.
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Song Lan had been a surprise in every way. This whole thing has truly been... but he's desperate to hold onto it. He needs this, needs Song Lan.
That word still scares him though. He'd told Xiao Xingchen he had fallen in love with him and Xiao Xingchen had told him he was crazy. Thrown those feelings back into his face.
A sob leaves him as he suddenly spends himself in Song Lan's hand, shuddering all over as he clings tighter to him. It's too much, all of it.
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