zichen | IC CONTACT

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. ]

[The trembling is cute. Zichen loves overwhelming Xue Yang and seeing him unravel. Parting his lips, he bites at the tender skin of his lover's thigh, watching him avidly. His fingers curl and stretch Xue Yang until he is certain he is ready.]

Yes? [He cocks his head, curious at what is left unsaid, but the kiss fills him with heat and desire. Moaning, he pulls his fingers free and guides his cock to Xue Yang's entrance, rubbing against him before he pushes in.]

[ Xue Yang's blush only intensifies. He'd almost said something he's quite sure he's not ready to say out loud. Thankfully, the way Song Lan fingers him and bites his thigh makes him descend into loud moaning and writhing instead.

When he feels that thick cock rub against him just gives him another way to try and distract them both away from what he'd left unsaid. ]

Ye-Yes, A-Lan, give me your cock...! [ He gasps, his leg trembling on Song Lan's shoulder as he's entered. ]

[Xue Yang will say what he likes when he likes. Zichen has never required otherwise from him. But something in his heart leaps, incredibly aware of those two words "because I". What follows them? He wants to know badly, yet he won't push. His bites turn into soft, open-mouthed kisses and then he pushes into his lover.]

Ah gladly. [He groans deeply, pleased, and strokes his fingers over Xue Yang's legs. He lifts the second leg onto his shoulder too, being careful with Xue Yang's hip and thigh.]

Are you comfortable?

[ He's just scared to say those words, to make what he feels so much more... real. It doesn't help that the only other time he'd uttered anything like it, he'd been harshly rejected. He's glad that Song Lan doesn't ask him again...

His thigh tingles pleasantly from the bites and kisses. He loves the bruises he's left with, loves to know that Song Lan had been right there. He moans and nods. ]

Ye-Yes. I feel good...

[Zichen will wait for his A-Yang. A thousand years if he must! He loves when the younger man speaks genuinely and from his heart. It just makes him fall harder for him.

The second leg is given the same attention and he makes sure to massage his lover's hip to keep the muscles loose.]

I want you to feel good. [He rests their foreheads together as he begins to thrust, shuddering.]

[ Xue Yang whines in pleasure when Song Lan starts to move in him. He's addicted to the feeling of that thick cock dragging along his insides. It gets so deep, fills him up fully. ]

A-Ah, A-Lan always makes me f-feel good... [ He slides his hands down to cup Song Lan's face between his palms, leaning up to kiss him. ]

[Just as Zichen is addicted to being inside of Xue Yang. Nothing in any world can surely feel better as he throbs against the hot, tight walls. He wants to fill him and remind him how deep their bond goes. His hips move smoothly and he sucks on Xue Yang's neck.]

A-Yang... [He moans against Xue Yang's lips and slips his tongue into his lover's mouth, surrounding himself in him.]

Edited 2024-01-04 08:42 (UTC)

[ How could he ever forget? Xue Yang whines as he feels Song Lan throbbing inside of him. The feeling vibrates through him, making him rock needily on his lover's cock. ]

A-Lan... Zichen... [ He moans between kisses as every thrust makes him feel a little delirious with pleasure. ]

[Each rocking motion is met with a thrust. Zichen rubs himself along those hot walls and pants, his eyes dark. Xue Yang's whine is met with a messy kiss and he growls against his lips.]

Mine. [He takes hold of Xue Yang's cock and strokes him.]

[ Another needy whine leaves Xue Yang at that. He tightens his legs around Song Lan's middle. He doesn't want him to ever leave, wants him deep inside forever... ]

Yes, yours...! Only yours! A-Lan... [ He moans loudly, his cock throbbing in Song Lan's hand, starting to leak over his fingers. ]

[If only he could! Zichen panics sometimes when he thinks of Xue Yang disappearing or growing tired of him. He reprimands himself, but it doesn't help. Only being like this eases the fear and he kisses his lover until he can't breathe.]

Thank you. Thank you. [His muscles flex as he pounds into the other man harder, stroking him quicker.]

[ Xue Yang arches up, crying out as moments later he comes all over Song Lan's hand. He continues to move on his lover's cock, moaning and sobbing at the same time as he's so overwhelmed by his feelings for this man. ]

Zichen...

[The hot release paired with all of the wonderful sounds Xue Yang is making drive him mad. Zichen cries out as he comes a few moments later, filling his lover, making him his.]

Come here. [He holds open his arms and slides his hands over Xue Yang's chest and hips.]

[ Being filled, being so claimed always makes him feel so warm. He shivers all over, his legs trembling. ]

Mmm... [ Xue Yang lazily moves into his lover's arms, snuggling up against him and nuzzling his shoulder and neck. This is where he wants to be, always. ]

[The trembling is sweet and Zichen gathers his lover against him, kissing his temple. Then he heaves a happy sigh and lets his hands wander over the other man, enjoying his soft hair and silky skin.]

My A-Yang...

[ Xue Yang shivers pleasantly feeling Song Lan's hands on him. He feels so warm, so good, still tingling from his orgasm. ]

Mm... my Zichen...

[Any part he can reach is stroked and caressed. He wants to keep his lover feeling good. This is theirs and it's perfect.]

I - [Oh he is so close to telling him the truth.]

[ Xue Yang snuggles closer and greedily soaks up those touches. He really hasn't ever felt this good after sex before. Or felt this good in general. A little dazed from pleasure and the fact that he's growing tired, his only response to Song Lan's cut off sentence is a simple: ]

Hm?

[Rolling them and tucking Xue Yang under him, he cups the other man's face between his hands, whispering fervently:]

I care for you. Very much. [It's not what he wanted to say, but it's close.]

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