zichen | IC CONTACT

[ 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.]

[ Xue Yang feels a similar sense of knowing Song Lan. He can recognize his footsteps without seeing him first. He would know his touch in any situation...

He sighs in pleasure when a slick finger slides inside of him, and he easily welcomes it. His body knows Song Lan's fingers, his cock, his lips so well. ]

A-Ah, Zichen...

[They have been together for years now. First they were shackled together by bitterness and grief and now they are bound by understanding, arousal and affection.

Zichen curls his finger at the tight heat, exploring his A-Yang carefully. He doesn't just take and claim his lover; there is more to it.]

You're beautiful.

[ Xue Yang blushes hotly and hides his face in his hands. He's not sure he'll ever get used to being called such sweet things!

Still blushing, he puts his hands on Song Lan's cheeks and pulls him down for a kiss as he begins to slowly rock on his finger. ]

A-Yang... A-Fei... [Zichen whispers, dropping kisses on the hands that hide his lover's face from him. Then he smiles when he is pulled into a kiss, sucking on Xue Yang's lower lip slowly.

His finger thrusts shallowly, working his way deeper as his love relaxes.]

A-Lan... [ Xue Yang grins playfully as he purrs a new nickname against his lover's lips.

Groaning, he rolls his hips to Song Lan's finger, his body easily relaxing and taking it as deep as it will go. He runs his own fingers through Song Lan's hair, pleased that he's still wearing the guan he'd gotten for him. However, his favorite is to see Song Lan with his hair loose, so he's soon undoing it - though he's careful with the hair accessory. ]

[Zichen moans his approval and kisses Xue Yang deeper, harder. A second finger joins the first and he uses the ointment to glide smoothly against his lover's tight walls.

He grins when he notices what his lover is doing, dipping his head to make it easier.]

I wear it everyday. [As soon as he wakes, the guan is carefully placed in his hair. He won't leave their cabin without it!]

Edited 2024-01-03 22:17 (UTC)

[ A string of moans fall from his lips as he's filled further, fucked deeper with those fingers. A loud whine follows when his sweet spot is brushed over, his legs trembling and spasming a little in response. ]

Mmm, ah! D-Do you like being called A-Lan?

[ Xue Yang blushes and grins, giving him another kiss. ]

I've, ah, noticed. [ It's such a simple pleasure, to see someone wearing and cherishing a gift given. ]

[Xue Yang sounds so good like this. Zichen smirks when those legs tremble and he lifts one, hooking the leg over his shoulder. Then he kisses the inside of his lover's thigh.]

I like when you call for me. [He thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot.] Your voice is warm when you say my name. It didn't used to be that way.

[Even when Xue Yang is half-asleep, Zichen feels wanted...and welcomed...by him.]

It reminds me of you.

[ That just makes the trembling worse, but in the best of ways. The affection in Song Lan's every gesture, his every gaze, touch and in his voice makes Xue Yang feel like he's about to combust. ]

A-A-Lan... [ He moans, his body clenching down around his lover's fingers every time they touch that spot within him, making his toes curl. ]

Because I-- [ He flushes red and cuts himself off, kissing Song Lan instead, deep and needy. ]

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