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"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."

Xue Yang giggles a little. "Mmm, stay," he murmurs when Song Lan tries to lift himself. "...Unless you want to clean off." While he doesn't mind the mess and the sweat, he does remember that Song Lan is usually more sensitive to that sort of thing.

"I need to." Zichen admits, revealing that his limbs have turned to jelly, "Give me a few minutes." he brushes his lips against Xue Yang's cheeks, allowing himself a moment or two to revel in how very close they are.

Xue Yang smiles warmly and touches their lips together. "We can take a bath. If you don't want to be alone," he murmurs. He may as well get clean too, even if it's difficult to convince his own body to move from the bed right now.

"Mm I like that." Zichen murmurs against Xue Yang's lips, "I'll get us there." he kisses his lover deeply, nipping at his lip, "A-Yang, that was amazing."

How else can he put it?

Xue Yang blushes and slides his arms around Song Lan's neck, parting his lips for his lover's tongue. "Mmm, it was," he agrees. "I've never felt this good during sex before..." he admits in a low voice as he nuzzles their noses together.

Zichen gathers Xue Yang against him, feeling his strength trickling back. He smiles into the kiss and gently explores his lover's mouth before pulling back.

"Never?" he softens and kisses Xue Yang again, "Mmm it has always been wonderful with you."

"Never," he murmurs, pressing into the kiss, "I didn't even know it could feel good before I left the streets." He shivers a bit as he leans into Song Lan's strong body. He feels protected and safe there, which makes it easier to talk about difficult things.

Zichen's expression falls and he kisses the bridge of Xue Yang's nose.

"I have a few ideas what I would do to your attackers." and none of it would be merciful or sweet. He lifts them and eventually stands, cradling Xue Yang in his arms. Then he walks to the bathing room attached to his cabin.

Xue Yang warms hearing that. "They didn't attack me," he murmurs, smiling as he's lifted into Song Lan's arms, "I let them fuck me for money or food..." He shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"They took advantage of a starving boy. They attacked you." Zichen explains calmly, hugging Xue Yang tighter as he fills the tub with hot water. All he needs to do is turn on the faucet.

Xue Yang tries to swallow down a lump that's suddenly formed in his throat.

"It's not... that's just what happens," he murmurs, fidgeting a little. He doesn't like to think of himself as a victim, someone to be pitied. "I did what I had to to survive." A mantra he's repeated to himself for years.

Zichen lowers Xue Yang into the hot water before he climbs in after him. He then tugs the other man into a kiss, keeping it gentle.

"A-Yang, it's wrong for that to happen. It's wrong for anyone to demand that of you in exchange for anything." he strokes over his lover's hair, "I know you did and I admire your strength. But don't let monsters get away with atrocities because it's somehow normal."

Xue Yang shudders and curls up in Song Lan's arms, nuzzling into him. "There weren't a lot of street kids who didn't do that," he murmurs as he absentmindedly trails a finger down Song Lan's chest. "No one cared if it's wrong or not."

"I hate that you endured that. I hate that they endured that." Zichen wraps him in his arms, glancing down shyly at the lines on his chest, "It's wrong and so damaging. Children should be protected and loved. They should have enough to eat."

Xue Yang traces those lines with gentle, loving touches. Part of him feels guilty looking at them while another feels a bit of a possessive enjoyment in seeing the marks he'd left on his lover.

"Yeah, but that's not how the world works," he murmurs with a sigh, "I don't even remember my parents. I don't know if they died or... or if they didn't want me."

He swallows with difficulty, watching those fingers brush against his skin. Xue Yang makes him feel wanted. Almost...cherished. He doesn't consider himself as nothing more than a corpse when they are together. The man who revoked his humanity is slowly returning it.

"Yet." he encourages, sluicing water over Xue Yang's neck and shoulders, "I can't imagine them purposefully abandoning you." he smiles softly, sadly, "And if they did, shame on them. They must answer for their cruelty. You, on the other hand, can find your happiness."

"I don't know. Someone... someone taught me how to write my name. I remember writing the characters into mud with a stick. It's one of my earliest memories..." Xue Yang shivers a bit and puts his head down against Song Lan's shoulder, snuggling further into him.

He slips his arm around Song Lan's middle. "Mm... I think I'm starting to," he murmurs, blushing a little.

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