zichen | IC CONTACT

"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?"

Clearly the thought doesn't bother him!

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.

"In that case..." Zichen rolls them, holding Xue Yang under him. Then he kisses him slowly, deeply, sucking on his lips.

"I'm going to take care of you."

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.

"I'm here."

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.

"Completely?" Zichen purrs, pleased at the protest, "Maybe you're right." he grins and gives himself over to the thrusts, rolling his hips and searching for that sweet spot. Upon finding it, he rubs himself against it, staying fully inside of his A-Yang for a few, breathless moments.

"How do you feel, A-Yang?"

"Y-Yes," Xue Yang gasps and clings tighter with both arms and legs as Song Lan starts fucking him properly. The constant attention to his sweet spot makes him whine and squirm on that relentless cock, his own dripping precome onto his stomach.

"G-Good!" he moans, "F-Fuck, Song Lan! Your cock... it's so f-fucking big, I-I'm so full..." He feels almost delirious from pleasure.

He likes driving Xue Yang to this point. The whining is sweet and Zichen takes care of his love, sliding his hand up and down that dripping cock. His thrusts are relentless, rocking them at a steady rhythm. Low groans emanate from his chest and Zichen bites into Xue Yang's shoulder, sucking hard.

There is something wild in him that needs this. Their connection has become such a big part of his life. Even after receiving his freedom, Zichen can't forget this man.

Xue Yang finds it very addictive to be taken like this. It makes his whole body buzz and tingle with pleasure. His legs tremble around his lover's waist, his arms clinging desperately as his cock is stroked between their rutting bodies.

"Ah, ah, Zichen..." he whines, his cock twitching in his lover's hand, expelling several strings of precome. "C-Close..."

There is freedom in this; a freedom Zichen never dreamed possible before Xue Yang. He gives into his passion, knowing his love can take it and enjoy the pace. Gasping and groaning as he buries himself in his A-Yang again and again, Zichen tightens his grip around his lover's cock. Xue Yang isn't alone in starting to precome and Zichen shudders happily.

"Come." he orders.

"Fuck!" It's ridiculous how his body reacts when ordered to come. Heat immediately shoots down his spine and he cries out his lover's name as he comes into his hand. His legs tremble wildly, toes curling as he experiences what may just be the most powerful orgasm he's had so far.

"Zichen, Zichen, Zichen," he whimpers, clinging tighter to him, tugging at his hair and digging his fingers into his shoulders.

The effect is delicious and Zichen stares, groaning and bucking his hips, driving Xue Yang through his climax. The muscles that clamp down around him push him over the edge and he shouts as he comes, filling his A-Yang while the other man chants his name.

By the time he comes to his senses, he is tangled with his lover and breathing hard. He has never felt something so intense and it vibrates through his soul.

"Xue Yang..."

"Nnn...." Xue Yang shudders as he comes down from his climax, body trembling under his lover. Feeling Song Lan coming inside of him makes him whine in pleasure, his spent cock twitching a little.

"Fuck... I've never come so hard before," he gets out with a breathy little laugh. He can still feel it in his body, the way his muscles flex and his skin tingles with heat.

The trembling is what captures his attention first and he tries to lift himself. But his arms and legs feel like they can't sustain his weight. He also discovers that he is trembling too and more than a little awed by what they have discovered.

"...me neither." he gasps and kisses Xue Yang's forehead, "A-Yang."

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