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Xue Yang's pout melts from his lips like magic when Song Lan kisses him, and the pink in his cheeks returns.

He leans and gently headbutts Song Lan's cheek. "I don't want to do that anymore, but I also don't care what they think about me. Most of the people on the Barge aren't worth a damn anyway." The fact that he's saying "most" and not "all" is some kind of progress!

He likes that color and he nuzzles his lips against it, enjoying the soft warmth.

The headbutt makes him laugh again and he gathers Xue Yang against him, embracing him tightly.

"I know." and Xue Yang doesn't have to say anything else on the matter, "Zack is a good man and, oddly, I think I am developing a friendship with Dennis Collins."

The butcher who is quite proud of his murderous deeds.

"He was so angry with me when I was his Warden, but he has opened up more and told me about his interest in music."

Xue Yang frowns a little. "Dennis Collins? Isn't he the guy who killed a bunch of people here? Be careful around someone like that!" Probably a little ironic coming from Xue Yang, but...

"Zack is okay I guess..." he concedes, somewhat reluctantly before asking, "Have you ever talked to Xie Lian? You'd like him. He's... he's kinda like Xiao Xingchen."

Zichen traces over that frown with his finger. "He is proud of his murders. We have argued extensively about it and, strangely, he has never threatened me." he frowns himself and gives a little sigh, "I'm not here to judge anyone. I'm here to help." he softens, "Of course that was more difficult where you are concerned. Until you reached out for me...and needed me."

He smiles at the concession and kisses Xue Yang's brow.

"Is he? I..." his heart clenches, "I'm not sure I'm ready."

"Yeah. He's one of the first people I met here. I... thought he was Xiao Xingchen at first. They dress the same." White Daoist robes. He remembers the way his heart had jumped in his chest until he had realized that the face was different. "He's... nice. Sincere. He knows the shit I've done, but he's never been judgemental about it." A nice change of pace.

He leans up and gives Song Lan a soft kiss. "Mm. I get it." Trying to lighten the mood a little, he playfully adds, "And don't get jealous either. He apparently has a husband back home."

"A-Yang..." Zichen can imagine how that heart leapt and then ached. He nuzzles their cheeks together and then smiles, tenderly, into his lover's eyes.

"Friends like that are very precious." he strokes back Xue Yang's wet hair and kisses his neck. Then he finds himself being kissed and he sighs.

"Why would I be jealous?" Zichen tilts his head to the left, "I have you, don't I?"

"Mmm..." Xue Yang hums into the kiss and slides his arms around Song Lan's neck, snuggling against him.

"Mm, it's just, he's similar to Xiao Xingchen, but I only like him as a friend." It feels strange to say that, that he has a friend, but Xie Lian is the one who had called him that first.

The pure heat between them feels so good that Zichen relaxes fully, gently playing with Xue Yang's hair.

"Ah did you have a crush?" he smiles faintly, "I know my A-Yang has a type and a very good eye for beauty."

Beauty that he fears he lacks.

Xue Yang laughs a little. "He's pretty, but no." He slides his fingers into Song Lan's hair. "I like Zichen the best," he says with a small, playful smile, though the words are completely sincere.

Something inside of him calms and Zichen leans into the fingers in his hair. He really doesn't want Xue Yang looking elsewhere or at anyone else.

"I'm not pretty like Xingchen or Xie Lian."

Oh, is that insecurity he hears? Xue Yang won't have none of that! "Zichen is extremely handsome. I thought so the first time I laid eyes on you. You looked so fierce when you came flying in to put Fuxue against my throat." He grins and nips at Song Lan's lips.

So maybe he had found it hot to be chased down by two incredibly attractive cultivators, okay!! So sue him!!

If he could blush, his cheeks would be hot! The compliments baffle him and he opens and closes his mouth several times, looking like a fish.

"Is that why you were grinning?"

Xue Yang. Xue Yang. Zichen barely holds back a laugh, hiding it between their lips as he kisses his lover thoroughly.

Xue Yang giggles in the face of how stunned Song Lan is. "Uh-huh. Did you not realize that I was making eyes at you?" he teases.

He continues to giggle into the kisses, clinging tight to his lover.

"I didn't realize. I thought you were just trying to anger me." Zichen mutters, a bit shy, smiling a little at the thought of Xue Yang flirting with him.

Now that thought is pleasant! Back then, it wouldn't have been.

The clinging ensures Xue Yang is tucked on his lap and Zichen playfully tries to kiss the laughter away~

"I was trying to do that too," he easily admits with a laugh. He then lowers his voice into a more sensual tone, "But ah... if you wanted to tie me up again, I wouldn't mind." Far from it! The thought of being at Song Lan's mercy is a very arousing one.

Every sweet kiss just makes him giggle more, and he returns each and every one!

"You would be very pretty bound in ribbon." Zichen rubs along Xue Yang's arms, drawing each hand to his lips. He kisses each finger - including that poor half-missing pinky.

The laughter is contagious and Zichen soon has to break the kisses to chuckle, his eyes warm and bright.

"What should I do with you, hm?"

Xue Yang shivers at the thought of Song Lan meticulously and thoroughly tying him up in ribbons. "Yes..." he murmurs as he runs a finger down his lover's chest. He really can't seem to get enough of him, and today has been a particularly horny day.

Desire and mischief are both in his eyes as he responds with a cheeky, "Tie me up?"

"First we need to get clean." Zichen reminds him before getting back to scrubbing them both. He is eager to tie his lover up too! A small smirk tugs at his lips as he works.

"I think I'm going to tie a ribbon around the base of your cock." he murmurs, ducking his head slightly at the final word.

A sharp rush of pleasure barrels down his spine, making him harden all at once, so fast it makes him feel dizzy for a moment. He's never heard Song Lan say things like that before!

"Holy fuck," is all he manages to say before a shaky little grin forms on his lips. "Yes."

His eyes widen at the reaction and he can't hide his delight. So, his A-Yang likes when he says cock? Or was it his idea? He admires the hard arousal with a few strokes.

"Then I can take my time with you."

It's both! He's never heard Song Lan say any kind of dirty words before, and accompanied by the idea... Oh, yes, he more than likes it!

"Yes..." He whines and presses into Song Lan's hand. "Make me beg for it..."

The idea of Xue Yang tied down, unable to come... Yes, Zichen likes it too! He grins at the enthusiasm and rinses out his hair, ready to be done with their bath.

"I hope you're prepared, my A-Yang." he teases, rising out of the tub, the water dripping down his body.

Xue Yang is sure he's never been this aroused before in his life. He quickly follows Song Lan out of the bath and dries himself off as fast and as efficiently as possible.

"Fuck..." he breathes, "I am." He's never been more prepared!

Zichen is just as eager, but also thoroughly amused. He dries off and watches his lover, his eyes dark with desire.

"Go and lay on the bed. Any position you like." he trickles his fingertips down Xue Yang's back as he walks by him to gather the ribbon. It had seemed kinder than rope when he had acquired it. But it's much nicer to tie Xue Yang up voluntarily rather than tie him up because he is being a menace.

A shiver follows those fingers down Xue Yang's spine and he gives Song Lan a heated look over his shoulder. His hips sway in a tantalizing way as he moves to their bed. He crawls onto it on all fours before turning himself around so he can lay down on his back.

"I'm all yours~," he purrs as he happily puts his hands over his head.

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