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 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.
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.
"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.
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.
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.
He has never seen a more tantalizing sight. Zichen barely blinks, his hunger obvious in his gaze. Rolling his hips, he makes sure he slides deeper with each thrust.
And it pays off. Moaning, he aims for that sweet spot, dropping a kiss on Xue Yang's shoulder.
Xue Yang moans, his own cock twitching at the sound of Song Lan's voice like that... He tightens even more, wanting to draw that orgasm out of his lover. He loves to be filled by him...
"Zichen," he gasps, giving him a heated smile, "Are you going to come inside me?"
Digging his nails into Xue Yang's back, Zichen rocks their bodies harder, faster, his lips parting as he pants. Hearing his name makes him shudder and he moans, mouthing the most dangerous of words against Xue Yang's throat.
It's probably a good thing that Xue Yang is so lost in his own pleasure that he can't interpret the words being mouthed against his skin.
Instead he's too busy riding Song Lan's cock, one of his own hands sliding down between his legs to stroke himself. He fucks his own hand as Song Lan fills him, coming hard only moments later. "A-Ah, Zichen!"
It's alright. The sentiment remains, tucked behind Zichen's smile as he watches Xue Yang come. He wraps his hand around his lover's, helping him milk out every last drop.
"A-Yang..." he gathers the other man into his arms, wanting...needing...to hold him.
Xue Yang whines softly as he's stroked into oversensitivity, but he doesn't tell Song Lan to stop, liking the feeling.
Once it's over he collapses against his lover's chest and nuzzles into his shoulder. "Mm... this bath was kind of a waste, huh?" he murmurs with a playful edge to his voice.
The content weight of his lover against him, resting in his arms makes Zichen happy. He kisses lazily along the other man's shoulder, humming at the question.
Um, sir... sir? You can't just say things like that! Xue Yang immediately blushes hard and buries his face against his lover. He lightly pokes him in the chest and gets himself comfortable, half-laying on Song Lan like a very clingy blanket.
"At least we can easily get clean again," he finally says.
Xue Yang has no regrets! He likes seeing a more playful side of Song Lan anyway...
He rubs his head up against Song Lan's hands. "Mm, I like it when you wash it," he says. Being taken care of, especially in such an intimate way is such a novelty and he's wildly greedy for it.
"The plumbing, I assume, but the material the pipes are made out of would be hard to acquire in our world." Zichen murmurs as he lathers the shampoo down to the roots of Xue Yang's hair, "I will take care of you, regardless. You don't need to worry."
Xue Yang's cheeks flush, but he looks more pleased than embarrassed. "Or the Admiral has some magic well at the bottom of the ship." After all, this ship is somehow floating through space so anything seems possible.
He leans even more into his lover's hands, even more like a cat seeking affection than normal. He's practically purring too.
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"Uh-huh, I'll tell you," he promises, biting his lip in anticipation. He doesn't mind a bit of a sting anyway...
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"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.
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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.
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His hands move over Xue Yang's back and sides as if he means to memorize him through touch alone.
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"My Zichen..." he breathes in response as he begins to rock on his lover's cock, whining in pleasure with every move.
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"Yes." he agrees breathlessly.
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"Ah, ah, there," he gasps when the tip of Song Lan's cock brushes his sweet spot, making him see stars.
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And it pays off. Moaning, he aims for that sweet spot, dropping a kiss on Xue Yang's shoulder.
"There?"
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Groaning, he clenches and rocks on Song Lan's cock, greedy to feel every inch filling him and rubbing his sensitive insides.
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His entire body tingles and he arches at the clenching, crying out. Oh he is hanging on by a thread!
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"Zichen," he gasps, giving him a heated smile, "Are you going to come inside me?"
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Love you.
And then he comes, hard, filling the other man.
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Instead he's too busy riding Song Lan's cock, one of his own hands sliding down between his legs to stroke himself. He fucks his own hand as Song Lan fills him, coming hard only moments later. "A-Ah, Zichen!"
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"A-Yang..." he gathers the other man into his arms, wanting...needing...to hold him.
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Once it's over he collapses against his lover's chest and nuzzles into his shoulder. "Mm... this bath was kind of a waste, huh?" he murmurs with a playful edge to his voice.
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"I don't think being with you is ever a waste."
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"At least we can easily get clean again," he finally says.
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"Shall I scrub you clean?" he leans back against the edge of the tub and caresses his fingertips over Xue Yang's scalp.
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"Yes, please!" He grins playfully. "Please scrub me all over, Song-daozhang!"
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"Where shall I start?" he kisses the top of Xue Yang's head and grabs the shampoo, "You know I love your hair."
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He rubs his head up against Song Lan's hands. "Mm, I like it when you wash it," he says. Being taken care of, especially in such an intimate way is such a novelty and he's wildly greedy for it.
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"Be good and stay still." he wets Xue Yang's hair with clean water from the faucet. Then he begins to massage in the shampoo.
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"Mmm, I might miss the baths here when we go back home. They're so convenient! Water just appears when you want it. I wonder where it comes from..."
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He leans even more into his lover's hands, even more like a cat seeking affection than normal. He's practically purring too.
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