"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.
They can't run. Not anymore. Zichen strokes Xue Yang through his orgasm, brushing his thumb over the wet tip of his cock. The sob tugs at his heart and he brings their lips together for a searing kiss.
Yes, this is frightening! He brings Xue Yang's hand to his chest where his heart is racing. Then he forces himself to breathe deep, nudging their noses together.
Xue Yang wraps his arms tightly around Song Lan's neck, moaning into the kiss as a stray tear runs down his cheek.
"Okay," he murmurs, his voice wavering a little. He is soothed by those words though, and he feels safe in his lover's strong arms. Safer than he'd ever thought possible.
"... I've never... been with someone like this before," he murmurs. He'd wanted it with Xiao Xingchen, but he hadn't realized that until it had been far too late. "I may not be good at it." He gives a slightly self-deprecating smile as he leans further into Song Lan's arms.
"I think you're better at it than you realize." Zichen had wanted it with Xiao Xingchen too. That man is part of the complicated chain that links them.
"What would you do if I was hurt, hm? I can tell you what I would do for you." he kisses Xue Yang lightly, "I would take care of you and protect you. Then discover how you had been injured and if someone needs to answer for it."
"... If someone hurt you I'd probably kill them," he says. Song Lan wanted honesty, right? And Xue Yang can't help that the thought of someone hurting this man makes him feel violent.
"Then I need to make sure I am never hurt." Zichen tuts a little, but he can't hide that he is touched by the answer too, "I don't want you to get in trouble for my sake."
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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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Yes, this is frightening! He brings Xue Yang's hand to his chest where his heart is racing. Then he forces himself to breathe deep, nudging their noses together.
"Together, A-Yang. Never alone."
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"Okay," he murmurs, his voice wavering a little. He is soothed by those words though, and he feels safe in his lover's strong arms. Safer than he'd ever thought possible.
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"Neither of us are good with words, but I don't say what I don't mean."
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"What would you do if I was hurt, hm? I can tell you what I would do for you." he kisses Xue Yang lightly, "I would take care of you and protect you. Then discover how you had been injured and if someone needs to answer for it."
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