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.
Zichen catches that look and shudders, smiling to himself as he gathers what he needs. Ribbon and ointment. Then he walks to the bed and groans, taking in the gorgeous sight that welcomes him.
"Promise?" he slips onto the bed and ties Xue Yang's wrists to the bed, leaning over him to do so. Then another ribbon goes around Xue Yang's neck and connects...to his cock.
With each breath - and if Xue Yang wiggles too much - the ribbon will tighten and tug.
Xue Yang exhales shakily as Song Lan joins him and starts to tie his wrists. His lust-hazy eyes take in the sight of his gorgeous lover above him. He's never been so turned on. It's going to be difficult not to fall to pieces immediately, but the thought of that is exciting too.
He hadn't expected the ribbon tied around his neck, and definitely not that it'd connect to his cock. He gets, if possible, even more aroused as he wiggles a little and can feel the ribbons tightening. "And if I'm not?" he breathes.
He can fall to pieces all he likes. Zichen will work him up again until they are both quite satisfied. Admiring his handiwork, he bends down and kisses Xue Yang passionately, cupping one of his cheeks against his hand.
"You'll regret it. The ribbons will feel tight." he explains, "I can free you in a blink if necessary."
Xue Yang shivers pleasantly and grins, moaning into the kiss. "I trust you," he says, and he does. Trusts him with his body and his pleasure... He's entirely in Song Lan's hands and he loves it.
Zichen smiles warmly, caressing his fingertips up and down Xue Yang's sides. He lowers his head slowly and kisses his lover's nipples, parting his lips to suck on them.
Xue Yang shivers, his nipples hardening in Song Lan's mouth. His cock twitches, which just reminds him that he can't come until his lover lets him. That's a very exciting thought! "A-Ah... Zichen..." he moans, trying not to get reduced to begging just yet.
Zichen tugs at the ribbon around Xue Yang's cock, drawing attention to it. Then he kisses down the center of his lover's chest, making his way to his bellybutton.
"A-Ah," Xue Yang whines, rocking himself down on Song Lan's fingers. "Zi-Zichen," he whimpers, immediately tightening up around his lover's fingers. He spreads his legs and licks his lips. "Nn, your fingers aren't enough..."
"But they're all you're getting." Zichen teases and adds another finger, thrusting them firmly against his lover's prostate, "I like when you say my name." he rubs the tips of his fingers against those sensitive nerves, "You can be very cute and charming."
Xue Yang groans, the look in his eyes growing even more heated. He likes being teased by Song Lan.
"M-Mean," he breathes, his cock twitching and straining against the ribbon as his sweet spot is so relentlessly targeted. Song Lan has really become familiar with his body and it thrills Xue Yang to the core.
"Am I?" Zichen pretends confusion, his eyebrows rising as if he can hardly believe what Xue Yang is saying! Then he grins and leans forward, capturing his lover's lips in a fierce kiss. All the while he stretches and teases the other man, wanting him nice and desperate.
"Mhmmm..." Xue Yang moans into the kiss, needily tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, "So mean..." He shudders and rocks as much as he can with the way he's tied up, legs trembling.
Zichen licks at Xue Yang's lips and tongue, sucking on the latter as if his lover is a delicious piece of candy.
"Alright..." he breathes and pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to that tender entrance instead. Then he pushes in, holding onto Xue Yang's hips.
"Ye-Yes, ah," Xue Yang moans, immediately wrapping his legs around Song Lan's hips. He can't move too much with the ribbons tightening around his neck and cock, but he can cling a little with legs at least. "Mnn... Zichen..."
That had been the idea. Zichen caresses Xue Yang's legs and places warm kisses over his face as he slides into him. Once he is fully buried in his lover's heat, he gasps and rests their foreheads together.
"A-Ah, yes... you're inside me again," Xue Yang breathes, eyes closing in bliss at the feeling of being filled up again. He can't get enough of it. "D-Don't leave..." It's so good. He's had other men inside of him before, but it's never felt like this. Like he's safe and loved and somehow complete.
"Yes, yours," he agrees breathlessly, without hesitation. "My Zichen..."
"I can't remember why I ever left..." Zichen teases huskily, his expression tender at the plea, "A-Yang..." he presses hot kisses along his lover's jawline and down his throat.
With a deep shudder, he moans his approval and begins to rock his hips. The bright pulses of pleasure are matched with a sense of...belonging. Of being wanted.
"Mmm, I don't know why you did either," Xue Yang breathes teasingly. "S-Shame you can't always be inside me..." It'd be a little inconvenient!
A hungry moan works its way out of his throat when Song Lan starts to move, rocking his entire body. It makes him shiver all over as it also makes the ribbons tighten, reminding him that he can't come until Song Lan lets him. A thought that just makes him more aroused.
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"Yes..." He whines and presses into Song Lan's hand. "Make me beg for it..."
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"I hope you're prepared, my A-Yang." he teases, rising out of the tub, the water dripping down his body.
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"Fuck..." he breathes, "I am." He's never been more prepared!
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"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.
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"I'm all yours~," he purrs as he happily puts his hands over his head.
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"Promise?" he slips onto the bed and ties Xue Yang's wrists to the bed, leaning over him to do so. Then another ribbon goes around Xue Yang's neck and connects...to his cock.
With each breath - and if Xue Yang wiggles too much - the ribbon will tighten and tug.
"Be good."
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He hadn't expected the ribbon tied around his neck, and definitely not that it'd connect to his cock. He gets, if possible, even more aroused as he wiggles a little and can feel the ribbons tightening. "And if I'm not?" he breathes.
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"You'll regret it. The ribbons will feel tight." he explains, "I can free you in a blink if necessary."
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"How much do you want me?"
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"More than anything," he breathes.
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"Show me how much you want me."
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"M-Mean," he breathes, his cock twitching and straining against the ribbon as his sweet spot is so relentlessly targeted. Song Lan has really become familiar with his body and it thrills Xue Yang to the core.
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"Alright..." he breathes and pulls his fingers free, guiding his cock to that tender entrance instead. Then he pushes in, holding onto Xue Yang's hips.
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"My A-Yang."
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"Yes, yours," he agrees breathlessly, without hesitation. "My Zichen..."
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With a deep shudder, he moans his approval and begins to rock his hips. The bright pulses of pleasure are matched with a sense of...belonging. Of being wanted.
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A hungry moan works its way out of his throat when Song Lan starts to move, rocking his entire body. It makes him shiver all over as it also makes the ribbons tighten, reminding him that he can't come until Song Lan lets him. A thought that just makes him more aroused.
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