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."
"Okay, okay. I'll take care of you first, and then I'll kick their ass." Xue Yang giggles a little and leans up to nuzzle against Song Lan's ear and jawline.
"If I let you leave." Zichen shivers, smirking, "I may not. You are very good at taking care of me." and how will he sleep without his warm gremlin beside him?
"How should I go about convincing you?" Zichen's voice dips huskily, "I can't be too energetic about it with an injury." he kisses along Xue Yang's jawline.
Xue Yang grins and puts a hand on Song Lan's chest to gently push him down on his back in the bed. "Mm, you could let me ride you. That way I'd be doing most of the work..."
"Mm, I bet you would," Xue Yang teases and he reaches for the ointment that has been given a permanent spot on the bedside table.
"I suppose I would have to do this myself too," he says coyly as he coats his fingers and brings them up between his legs. He makes sure that Song Lan can see it when he slips one slick finger into himself.
Zichen lifts himself just enough to brush a soft kiss against Xue Yang's lips.
"I like watching you, especially when we are alone." he has noticed softer, warmer expressions from the other man and he finds himself addicted to them.
But he also doesn't mind watching slick fingers pressed into his lover's body.
"I won't look away, A-Yang." Zichen promises, rubbing his hands over Xue Yang's body, teasing his nipples with light pinches, "Be patient. Don't push yourself too hard." he sucks in a quiet breath, "I want you to feel good."
Xue Yang chuckles breathily and glances down at his own rapidly hardening cock.
"Does it look like I'm not feeling good?" he teases, but he does slow down a little. Mainly to give Song Lan more or a show as he sensually rocks on his fingers and rolls his hips.
Zichen gives Xue Yang a warm, secretive smile before stroking over that lovely cock.
"I know you push yourself too hard." he repeats, "And you don't have to. Not for me." he watches the motions appreciatively, letting his hands roam, "Beautiful."
Xue Yang really does love having Song Lan's eyes on him like that. It's another thing that makes him feel so wanted - a feeling he's quite addicted to by now.
He bites his lip and gasps softly when his cock is stroked, making it twitch. He spreads his fingers inside of himself and lets them sink deeper. "Ah, ah..."
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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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"I am yours." he agrees, "And you should know I am not easily wounded. You don't have to fight any battles for me, A-Yang."
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"I would prefer if you hurried to be with me. If I'm hurt, I need you even more."
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"I would like watching you do that."
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"I suppose I would have to do this myself too," he says coyly as he coats his fingers and brings them up between his legs. He makes sure that Song Lan can see it when he slips one slick finger into himself.
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"I like watching you, especially when we are alone." he has noticed softer, warmer expressions from the other man and he finds himself addicted to them.
But he also doesn't mind watching slick fingers pressed into his lover's body.
"How does it feel?"
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He's impatient though so a second finger is soon slid inside right next to the other. "A-Ah, it feels good..." he moans.
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"Does it look like I'm not feeling good?" he teases, but he does slow down a little. Mainly to give Song Lan more or a show as he sensually rocks on his fingers and rolls his hips.
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"I know you push yourself too hard." he repeats, "And you don't have to. Not for me." he watches the motions appreciatively, letting his hands roam, "Beautiful."
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He bites his lip and gasps softly when his cock is stroked, making it twitch. He spreads his fingers inside of himself and lets them sink deeper. "Ah, ah..."
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