Xue Yang lets out a gasping moan in response to those hands on his ass. He rocks into them, encouraging his lover's attentions to such a sensitive place.
"Mnnn, I can feel that... it's like you're getting bigger inside me," he moans as he finally starts to ride him properly - hard and fast.
Zichen is more than happy to squeeze the soft cheeks and then... To lightly spank them. Xue Yang is being naughty, though in an entirely delicious way!
"I am." he manages to gasp before giving a shout. The hot slide of their skin makes his toes curl and he hangs onto Xue Yang for dear life.
"Ah, fuck!" Xue Yang groans and throws his head back when he's spanked. He rocks back even more insistently against those hands to encourage more.
Hearing just how wild Song Lan gets for him just turns him on more. He lifts himself and slams back down with a loud cry, his thighs tensing and flexing in response.
How pretty. Zichen's breath catches and he spanks Xue Yang again. And again, the sound arousing him to a point where he has to drive himself into his lover. Staying still isn't possible.
"Zichen!" Xue Yang cries out as he loses control of his body and comes hard without even touching his cock. He whines and whimpers as he continues to rock needily on his lover's cock as he rides through his orgasm.
The suddenness shocks him into his own release and Zichen moans loudly, coming hard inside of his lover. He grips Xue Yang tightly and rides out the sensations, panting against his shoulder.
Xue Yang gasps, clenching up around Song Lan as he feels him come inside of him. He shudders and collapses against his lover's chest, Song Lan's my A-Yang echoing in his head. He blushes furiously and hides his face against his shoulder, clinging tightly. He's never letting this man go...
It feels good to be clung to; to be sought and needed. Xue Yang chases the chill from his veins and Zichen sighs as he relaxes back against the bed. His arms remain around his silly gremlin, unwilling to let go.
"Mmm... stay inside," Xue Yang murmurs. The feeling of Song Lan's cock in him makes him feel warm and like his body is buzzing pleasantly. He kisses and nuzzles the shoulder he's buried his face against, really burrowing into his lover. "Zichen is mine..."
"I'm not going anywhere." Zichen cradles his lover against him, rubbing over his back and kissing his cheek, "Ah am I?" he smiles and shudders happily, "Has my A-Yang claimed me?"
Xue Yang flushes a little, realizing he'd said it out loud, but of course, he does mean it. "Mhmm... I have," he murmurs, shivering again at being called "my A-Yang". He doesn't think he'll ever tire of hearing that.
A low groan leaves Xue Yang when he's suddenly under Song Lan, his face burning red when kissed like that. He shivers and slips his fingers into his lover's hair and wrapping his legs around him. "Oh yeah?" he breathes softly.
"Mmhm." Zichen purrs and rubs his hands down Xue Yang's body and over his thighs, gently gripping them, "If you're mine, it's my duty." and one he clearly enjoys. He kisses down Xue Yang's throat, smiling all the while.
Xue Yang moans softly and lightly squeezes down around Song Lan's cock. "Mmm... yes, it is," he agrees breathily, his own cock starting to twitch back into hardness between his legs. He's so easily aroused where this man is concerned...
The tight muscles make him groan and Zichen kisses hotly down Xue Yang's chest.
"I will do my best to keep you from being hurt." because that is where most of Xue Yang's rage originates, "We will find peace, A-Yang." he rocks his hips a little, sighing.
"Mmm... Won't let anyone hurt you either," Xue Yang breathes as he slowly rocks back against Song Lan's cock. He clings tightly to him and moans. He's definitely starting to feel like peace might be achievable as long as he has Song Lan at his side.
"Thank you." Zichen murmurs and lifts Xue Yang's hand, kissing his knuckles. He rocks a little more, shuddering as he hardens. Seeing Xue Yang spread out beneath him is all he needs to feel aroused again.
Xue Yang chuckles breathily, cheeks flushing pink when his hand is kissed so sweetly. He tightens his legs around him when he feels Song Lan's cock hardening inside of him. "A-Ah, Zichen..." he breathes, eyes fluttering shut as he rocks against and tightens around his lover.
He likes catching Xue Yang off-guard - especially with sweet gestures. He groans and rocks more insistently, thrusting himself deeper. The other man is so hot and he almost feels alive again.
Moaning, he grabs onto Xue Yang's cock and teases the head with his thumb.
Xue Yang definitely likes those sweet gestures! He's never been treated like this before, not even by Xiao Xingchen. He had been good and kind to him, but Song Lan's behavior is definitely... romantic.
"Ah!" A soft whine follows a gasp when his overly sensitive cock is teased like that. Some precome bubbles up from the slit, wetting Song Lan's fingers. "F-Fuck..."
Zichen had been foolish, keeping his feelings to himself with Xiao Xingchen. He had thought they had time. Endless time. He knows better now. His feelings for Xue Yang need to be open and obvious; they need to be put into words and actions. He doesn't want the other man to ever doubt where he stands.
"Sensitive." he teases huskily, stroking down the shaft of Xue Yang's cock while he thrusts slowly, drawing out the sensations.
Xue Yang had just been oblivious to his own feelings until other people had pointed it out to him and he'd been forced to concede that what he'd felt (and still feels) towards Xiao Xingchen had been deeper than he'd been willing to admit. Love... what a complicated thing. How painful. But he's been feeling so good with Song Lan, experiencing similar emotions and being reassured that he's wanted.
"Mmnn, yo-your fault," he moans, his whole body shivering from the slow thrusts. He's so oversensitive from his recent orgasm so everything feels amplified.
"Only a bit." Zichen retorts teasingly, his voice heavy with arousal. Arousal which he will happily blame on Xue Yang! There might be more than one gremlin in this bed, though Song Zichen's gremlin nature is more focused on teasing his lover. Relatively gently.
"I wouldn't want you to control yourself around me." he admits, thrusting harder with a pleasurable hiss.
"N-No, completely!" Xue Yang protests breathily as if he's not naturally very sensitive. He's just never felt so good during sex before.
He clings and moans, whining when that harder thrust rubs up right against his sweet spot. "Mmmm... I won't," he promises heatedly. Even if he'd wanted to, he doubts he'd be able to! Song Lan just makes him feel too good.
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"Mnnn, I can feel that... it's like you're getting bigger inside me," he moans as he finally starts to ride him properly - hard and fast.
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"I am." he manages to gasp before giving a shout. The hot slide of their skin makes his toes curl and he hangs onto Xue Yang for dear life.
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Hearing just how wild Song Lan gets for him just turns him on more. He lifts himself and slams back down with a loud cry, his thighs tensing and flexing in response.
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"A- A-Yang!"
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"A-Yang... My A-Yang..."
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"Amazing."
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Clearly the thought doesn't bother him!
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"I'm going to take care of you."
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"I will do my best to keep you from being hurt." because that is where most of Xue Yang's rage originates, "We will find peace, A-Yang." he rocks his hips a little, sighing.
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Moaning, he grabs onto Xue Yang's cock and teases the head with his thumb.
"I'm here."
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"Ah!" A soft whine follows a gasp when his overly sensitive cock is teased like that. Some precome bubbles up from the slit, wetting Song Lan's fingers. "F-Fuck..."
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"Sensitive." he teases huskily, stroking down the shaft of Xue Yang's cock while he thrusts slowly, drawing out the sensations.
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"Mmnn, yo-your fault," he moans, his whole body shivering from the slow thrusts. He's so oversensitive from his recent orgasm so everything feels amplified.
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"I wouldn't want you to control yourself around me." he admits, thrusting harder with a pleasurable hiss.
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He clings and moans, whining when that harder thrust rubs up right against his sweet spot. "Mmmm... I won't," he promises heatedly. Even if he'd wanted to, he doubts he'd be able to! Song Lan just makes him feel too good.
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