zichen | IC CONTACT

[ Fuck, Song Lan's strength is so hot. Xue Yang whimpers when he's pulled up against his lover's chest and immediately tightens up around him. He's so deep, it's almost like he can feel him in his stomach... ]

Y-Yes.

You're very silly. [Zichen slides his hands over Xue Yang's chest and down his abdomen.] But you're good, Xue Yang. Goodness exists inside of you.

I love it. [He bites the other man's neck and thrusts passionately, gasping and moaning.]

Fuck. [ Xue Yang blushes, all the way from his cheeks down to his chest. Being told that he's good lights a fire within him, makes him tighten around Song Lan's cock, makes him whimper and moan.

He could do this all night and day, let Song Lan kiss and fuck him while telling him how good he is... ]

Ah, ah, Lan-ge, p-please...

[Zichen changes his angle just a little, seeking out Xue Yang's sweet spot. The tightening steals his breath and he moans against Xue Yang's ear, nipping at the shell.]

Please what? Do you need to hear more?

[ Oh, that gets Xue Yang whining and moaning even louder, his cock twitching and starting to leak precome from the tip. ]

Y-Yes... [ He breathes out, his blush growing a darker red. ]

[Zichen wraps a hand around Xue Yang's cock, hugging him to him tightly with his other arm. He slides his fingers along the shaft as he speaks:]

I didn't know you could be so good, so sweet. I don't want to let you go.

[ Xue Yang whimpers, his cock twitching in Song Lan's hand. He goes practically boneless against his body, his head falling back to rest against his lover's shoulder.

The praise and the sweet reassurance has him feeling so hot, so tingly and comfortable. ]

Then don't...

[Zichen strokes him and continues the deep thrusts, rubbing the tip of his cock against Xue Yang's prostate each time. The warm weight just reinforces his perception that his A-Yang has a sweet side.]

Mmm I won't. [He kisses along his lover's shoulder.] Will you always be sweet for me?

[ It feels so good...! Xue Yang whines softly and nods as his cock expels even more precome, dripping over Song Lan's hand. ]

Yes, yes, please... [ Being told that he's good and sweet has him so needy and pliable. A heady, warm and fuzzy feeling spreads within him as it always seems to when Song Lan gets him like this. ]

[His cock is throbbing and twitching inside of Xue Yang, slick with Zichen's own precome.]

You're gorgeous like this... [And always. Zichen whimpers against Xue Yang's hair and turns the other man's head so he can kiss him fully on the lips.]

[ The wetness inside of him feels so good too... He groans low and tightens up around his lover's thick cock to get him to fill him even more.

He meets the kiss eagerly, slipping one arm around Song Lan's shoulders to hold on a little better as he kisses him deeply. ]

Mnn... A-Lan...

[His breathing catches in his chest and Zichen's thrusts become erratic. He holds onto Xue Yang desperately as he spills deep inside of him, groaning.]

A-Yang...! [He kisses him again, sucking on his lips.]

[ Xue Yang moans, followed by loud gasps as Song Lan comes inside of him. Fuck, he loves the feeling of it, that thick cock twitching and spilling liquid heat in the deepest recesses of his body.

He's so close himself, but there's something he wants first, so he holds himself back and breathes against Song Lan's ear: ] I want to finish in Lan-ge's mouth... Can I?

[Zichen trembles against Xue Yang's back, filling his lover to the brim. It takes him a moment to comprehend what Xue Yang asks for - but the second he does, he nods breathlessly and pulls free of him.

All it takes is a little maneuvering and a few deep breaths before Zichen is taking that hard shaft between his lips again. The taste of the precome makes sure his sucking is quite...animated.]

[ Xue Yang eagerly spreads his legs once he's put down on his back again, shivering in anticipation as Song Lan gets between them. He whines softly when that hot mouth descends on his cock again, and his fingers slide back into his hair.

It doesn't take long with how worked up he is. Soon, Xue Yang is moaning loudly, fingers twisting around strands of long hair as he empties himself into his lover's mouth. ]

[Zichen is as eager as him to return to his earlier task. The hands in his hair send shivers down his back. He groans as he sucks and when hot liquid explodes across his tongue, he swallows greedily. Only when Xue Yang is spent does he pull back, his hair hanging in his face, a wild look in his eyes.]

[ The eagerness makes his orgasm feel even more intense! Xue Yang groans, his spent cock twitching even as Song Lan pulls away. He looks up at his lover's face and feels his heart jump in his chest. Oh, he looks so unbelievably sexy...

Groaning low, Xue Yang drapes his arms around Song Lan's neck and pulls him in for a messy kiss. ]

[The messiness appeals to him. Zichen responds immediately, wrapping his arms around Xue Yang and pulling him into his lap. He breaks the kiss to pant, resting their foreheads together.]

Are you alright?

[ Xue Yang eagerly snuggles up on Song Lan's lap and grabs the blanket on their bed to pull it up and around them for extra warmth and comfort. ]

Are you kidding? That was so fucking hot.

[He chuckles and takes hold of the blanket, wrapping them up snugly. Seeing Xue Yang this close, feeling his heart beating, only reminds him that his lover is much more fragile than him.]

I'm always afraid I'll use too much force...

[ Xue Yang rests his head against Song Lan's chest and slips his arms around him. ]

You don't have to worry about that. [ But it still touches him that Song Lan does... ] I like it rough, you know.

Rough is different from what I could do. [Zichen cards his fingers through Xue Yang's hair.] I have dreams sometimes of hurting you. I don't want to.

[Even the memory of killing Xue Yang hurts now.]

[ Xue Yang idly strokes his fingers along Song Lan's chest. ]

You won't. I trust you. And you know I don't give my trust easily. [ He tilts his head up and presses his lips to Song Lan's cheek.

[Brushing his lips against Xue Yang's brow, he embraces him.]

I know that well. [He shudders.] I don't think I could handle fighting you again.

[ Xue Yang mirrors that shudder and snuggles in closer. ]

I don't want to fight you. Not like that.

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