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[zichen]

Innocent love can be healing. The cats offer Xue Yang their affection free of charge and judgement. They only associate him with good things and so, in a way, he has a clean slate. Zichen admires them for that reason and he tries, in his own way, to give Xue Yang the same impression.

They won't get anywhere if they are shackled by the past.

"Mm." he doesn't disagree, but he does hold Xue Yang tighter, "I don't want you to give me a home out of guilt." though the fact that the guilt exists is progress, "Xingchen has a gift; he can make almost anywhere feel like home."

The shift in conversation has him biting the inside of his cheek.

"Since I can remember. Master thought something triggered it when I was very young."

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A rundown coffin home... who would've thought it could become a place of so much warmth and comfort and peace? Some part of him still blames Song Lan for ruining it, but at least he realizes that it's irrational. He's just not used to feeling guilt over his own actions.

"When we get out of here, where do you want to live?" he asks instead of voicing any of his other thoughts.

He grows a little cold inside at that response. He doesn't want to consider what could have happened to a small child to trigger a life-long fear of touch.

"I'm glad you're not afraid with me," he murmurs softly as he holds Song Lan tighter.

[zichen]

It's about who inhabit a home. Zichen could have lived under the stars and been at home with Xiao Xingchen. But that wasn't meant to be; not for either of them.

"Somewhere new." he answers quietly, "We can go as far from Yi City as you like and find a place or build a place."

Wandering doesn't seem like the best idea with Xue Yang's leg in poor shape. But Zichen is confident he can help him get somewhere nicer and free of memories.

"I'm not. I'm not sure I ever was. You either made me too angry to feel fear or..." too aroused.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang wouldn't mind wandering with Song Lan! His leg is long-since healed, only rarely aching a little when it's cold. Like his left hand. But settling down somewhere sounds nice too... He doesn't want to return to Yi City.

"Okay. We'll find somewhere nice," he murmurs. It's a relief to know he won't be alone.

Xue Yang grins a little. "Or what? Did I turn you on too much?" He can't help but to tease.

[zichen]

He doesn't want to push it. It's remarkable that Xue Yang can walk at all, frankly. One of Zichen's hands lowers to caress said leg, brushing their noses together affectionately. No, he never wants to see Yi City again.

"Somewhere free of death." he wants fresh air and a nice view.

The grin has him dropping his gaze shyly.

"You know how to work me up." and he clearly isn't teasing.

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"So not another funeral home then?" He's trying to be a little lighthearted about the whole thing, to make it a little easier to talk about.

"Mm... you do the same to me," he murmurs as he playfully nibbles at Song Lan's shoulder.

[zichen]

"No." Zichen answers firmly, pressing a kiss to Xue Yang's lips, "I want life around us. Trees. Plants. Flowers. Animals."

He glances up at the reassurance and smirks.

"I suppose I would call that...passion?" he chuckles at the nibbling and buries a hand in Xue Yang's soft hair.

[bringingdowndisaster]

"Mm, that sounds nice. There's not much of it on the Barge." Well, except for animals, he supposes.

He mirrors that smirk and leans up to nibble at those lips instead. "Ah, Song-daozhang feels passion for me~."

[zichen]

"No, there isn't. I don't think you've enjoyed living in a clean, refreshing place." Zichen shivers and swallows, cupping Xue Yang's cheek against his palm, "Yes, I do. But there's more to it than that." so much more that he doesn't know how to put it into words.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang flushes and immediately captures Song Lan's lips in a proper kiss, in part to keep him from saying things that he's not sure he's ready to hear. No matter his own feelings, it'd just be too much.

[zichen]

Properly silenced and distracted, Zichen's eyes close with a low whimper. He licks over Xue Yang's lips, losing himself in the soft warmth. Ironically, in the effort to silence Zichen, Xue Yang is only deepening those unspoken feelings.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Mission successful! Xue Yang slides his arms around Song Lan's neck and deepens the kiss. The water around them splashes as he moves to straddle his lover so he can be properly on his lap.

[zichen]

Zichen groans and sucks on Xue Yang's tongue, rubbing his own against it. He smiles and pulls back just enough to ask, playfully:

"What can I do for you, A-Yang?"

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang grins impishly as he starts to rub himself against Song Lan's cock. "You can let me ride this big cock of yours," he purrs shamelessly.

[zichen]

"I'm beginning to think that's your favorite part!" Zichen sounds husky and thoroughly amused, his hands on Xue Yang's waist, "Be grateful I am fond of you."

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang giggles and wriggles playfully in Song Lan's hands. "Mmm, it's definitely one of my favorite parts," he teases, "and I think Song-daozhang is rather fond of a certain part of mine..." He sways his hips, making sure that his ass moves along with them.

[zichen]

Caressing his wiggling lover, Zichen presses hot kisses to his jawline and down his neck.

"You'll have to make me a list." he mutters against Xue Yang's skin, "I do like being inside of you." and said ass is nice to grab onto.

And spank. Zichen runs his hands over each cheek before squeezing.

[bringingdowndisaster]

"I think, ah, your hands are my absolute favorite..." They're nice and big, and he loves how they touch him in and out of bed...

Xue Yang groans low and presses himself back into Song Lan's hands. "Mmm, I've noticed," he teases breathily as he continues to wiggle his ass.

[zichen]

His hands? Zichen smiles wider and pulls Xue Yang flush against him, rubbing over his back and teasingly tugging at his hair.

"Your hands are a favorite of mine too." especially when Xue Yang is clinging to him, "You will tell me if you're becoming sore, correct?" he brushes his nose against Xue Yang's cheek as he hangs onto said wiggling backside.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang grins, pleased to hear that. He slips said hands into Song Lan's hair and lightly tugs at the strands before settling for gently combing through it.

"Uh-huh, I'll tell you," he promises, biting his lip in anticipation. He doesn't mind a bit of a sting anyway...

[zichen]

Zichen arches into the touch, shivering in delight. He likes when Xue Yang is gentle with him; it soothes some part of him that only remembers cruelty.

"Please do." he grabs some bath oil and uses it to make sure he is slick. Then he lifts Xue Yang and guides himself into him, gasping.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Xue Yang finds it surprisingly easy to be sweet with Song Lan. Despite their vicious past, he likes to touch him like this. And he very much likes it when Song Lan touches him back in the same manner.

He groans and lifts himself to help, but that proves unnecessary when Song Lan simply lifts him himself. So strong... it makes him tingle all over.

He puts his hands on his lover's shoulders and moans as he sinks down on that nice, big cock that fills him so well.

[zichen]

"A-Yang..." Zichen whispers shakily, desperately, once he is buried in his lover's wonderful heat again, "My A-Yang..." he pulls the other man against him, his heart thumping excitedly.

His hands move over Xue Yang's back and sides as if he means to memorize him through touch alone.

[bringingdowndisaster]

Like every other time Song Lan has laid such a claim on him, Xue Yang shivers with pleasure as warmth spreads within him. He loves to hear it, so much...

"My Zichen..." he breathes in response as he begins to rock on his lover's cock, whining in pleasure with every move.

[zichen]

He rests their foreheads together, gazing into his lover's eyes. It's no difficulty at all for him to slowly lift Xue Yang and then bring him back down on his cock. He moves slowly, lovingly, letting his body speak for him.

"Yes." he agrees breathlessly.