zichen | IC CONTACT

[He nips at those smirking lips.]

I'm learning from my clever, trouble-making lover.

Oh no, is Song-daozhang saying that I'm a bad influence?

[ Xue Yang's eyes widen in mock-horror, though he can't keep the mischief out of them. ]

You are a terrible influence. [Zichen answers immediately, flatly. But then he grips Xue Yang's chin.]

I have never laughed so much.

[ Xue Yang can't help but to feel proud hearing that. He also can't help how he shivers a bit when his chin is gripped. ]

I used to think you didn't have a sense of humor. Guess all you needed was my terrible influence~.

Not everyone can be as outgoing as you. [Zichen breathes against Xue Yang's lips, his eyes darkening.] But when I'm close to you and you say something adorable, how can I not laugh?

Adorable? Aish, I'm not adorable! [ He pouts while simultaneously shivering even more under that dark gaze. He grins playfully. ]

You look like you want something.

You're not? [He purposefully eyes those pouting lips, looking unconvinced. And hungry. He suppresses a shudder and licks his lips.]

Mm I do. Can you guess what I want?

[ Xue Yang grins and starts to pull his robes open, slowly and sensually. ]

Maybe... something hidden under my robes?

[Zichen's gaze follows the motion and he inhales shakily.]

Show me. Undress for me.

[ Xue Yang's grin grows all the more pleased as he sheds his outer robe. He's only wearing a thin undershirt and no inner robe. He slowly pulls it up over his torso and then over his head, letting Song Lan get a nice view of his upper body. ]

[Zichen is absolutely riveted, a small smile curving his lips at how little Xue Yang is wearing. He eagerly gathers the younger man into his arms and kisses down his chest, his lips parting so he can taste his lover's warm skin.]

[ A low moan escapes Xue Yang's lips and he arches to his lover's warm mouth. ]

Ah, Zichen... [ He breathes, starting to grow hard in his pants. ]

[He teases Xue Yang's nipples, sucking on them and swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds. He glances up at his lover when he hears his name.]

Is it alright for me to want you?

[ Xue Yang whines softly as his nipples immediately grow stiff against Song Lan's tongue and lips.

He licks his lips and shivers pleasantly. ]

Mm, why wouldn't it be?

[Zichen loves that sound and he pulls Xue Yang into his lap. He sucks on his lover's neck and cups him through his pants.]

When I see you, I can't help wanting you.

[ Xue Yang wraps his arms around Song Lan's neck and rocks eagerly against his hand, his cock noticeably swelling. ]

Good... I want you to want me. No one else...

[Zichen slips his hand into Xue Yang's pants and takes hold of him. He laughs lowly, breathlessly.]

I can't touch anyone else. Much less... [Come onto them.]

[ Xue Yang grins playfully and thrusts into Song Lan's hand, breath hitching. ]

So, I'm special?

[Zichen groans and strokes along the silky skin of Xue Yang's shaft.]

To me, yes.

[ Xue Yang blushes and moans happily. Impatiently, he then begins to tug open Song Lan's robes as well, sliding his hands into them to touch and caress his body. ] Want you...

[Zichen feels a rush of warmth - of belonging - and he hurriedly takes off his robes before pressing Xue Yang against the bed. He climbs over him and kisses him deeply.]

You have me.

[ Xue Yang groans low and gazes up at Song Lan with heat in his eyes. He moans into the kiss and arches up against him, eager to press their bodies together. ]

[He pulls down Xue Yang's pants and then frees himself of his. After grabbing the ointment, he presses himself against the other man, groaning as he enjoys the simple contact of skin against skin.]

A-Yang...

[ Xue Yang eagerly wraps both arms and legs around Song Lan, clinging and rubbing himself against him. Skin on skin, their shared nudity and intimacy. He'll never tire of it.

Finally, he spreads his legs for his lover, whining softly in the back of his throat. ]

[He feels...alive. Sensation sizzles through his veins and even if he were blind and deaf, he would know who holds him. Xue Yang. There is something exciting about that; about knowing the one he loves down to his bones.

His finger caresses Xue Yang's entrance slowly and then slips inside. He answers that cute whine with a kiss, pressed to the center of his lover's chest.]

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