Xue Yang grins and kisses Song Lan again. "You do too." He kisses him again. And again, each kiss growing hungrier and deeper as Xue Yang is overwhelmed by his love and desire for this man.
"I...nnn...'m not graduating..." he manages between hungry kisses. Then he gives into them, returning them passionately, messily. He pulls their bodies together and wraps a leg around Xue Yang's hips.
Zichen grins and nips at Xue Yang's lower lip, loosening his robes too. He eagerly rubs their bodies together and then, mischievously, places the red veil over his lover's head.
Xue Yang blushes and grins when the veil is put over his head. "Mm, seems a little early to have our wedding night," he teases as he strokes his hands over his lover's chest.
"Just a little." Zichen lifts the veil and kisses Xue Yang tenderly, "But I know that this is ours. The ceremony will just make it public." and it will allow them to state their vows before the gods.
Zichen places the veil under their pillows and takes off his robes, revealing himself to his love. Then he helps Xue Yang become equally as bare, shuddering with a soft groan.
"I am so proud of you." he smiles and presses Xue Yang against the bed, "I have never seen you happier."
Xue Yang smirks and pulls the veil back from under the pillows. "I want to keep it on," he says. He hands the veil to Song Lan and practically purrs, "Put it on me, husband."
His expression softens at those words. "I've never been happier," he murmurs.
Zichen blinks and then smiles slowly, liking the idea almost immediately. He takes his time, placing the veil just right over Xue Yang's hair and face, using pins from his hair to hold it in place. His hands shake a little and he finds himself stunned by the beauty of Xue Yang's face under the fabric.
He really...doesn't seem like his past self at all. It's as if Xue Yang has gotten rid of a possession and can finally breathe the free air again.
"I will do all in my power to keep you happy and safe. That is my main goal in life now."
Xue Yang really enjoys the care that Song Lan takes in putting the veil on him. His face warms as he looks at his lover through the delicate fabric. He can picture Song Lan in red...
He does feel different. Freer. Like he can finally relax. Life in Yi City had been good, but he had always carried an underlying tension in his body. He'd never been able to fully relax, knowing that his identity could be exposed. Now he doesn't have to hide anymore.
He lifts the veil enough so that he can capture Song Lan's lips in a kiss. "Together," he murmurs.
His husband-to-be deserves his best effort and all the care Zichen can give him. He makes sure none of the pins poke Xue Yang's scalp and then he smooths over the delicate material, his expression soft.
"Together." he breathes, deepening the kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of Xue Yang's head. The trust...the honesty...the way his love reaches for him... All of it is too precious for words and Zichen doesn't want to ever give it up.
Xue Yang sighs in pleasure and lets his hands trail down Song Lan's body until he's almost touching his cock, only to then cheekily bypassing it to touch along his thighs instead.
His gaze is dark and lustful behind the veil as he teases his soon to be husband, sucking and nipping at his lips.
Zichen loves those hands. Once they had caused him agony - almost daily - but now they make him feel whole. His cock gives an intrigued twitch and Zichen groans when he is denied contact.
"Imp." he growls and licks at Xue Yang's lips, sucking on his tongue.
Xue Yang moans and tilts his head to the side to give Song Lan better access.
He laughs breathily and moves his hands to grab Song Lan's cock, greedily stroking and touching it all over. "Mnn... I want you in my mouth," he breathes, making sure to lean up to speak against Song Lan's ear.
Zichen rolls onto his back and holds open his arms, smiling widely. His cock hardens to a painful point and he moans, arching his back, his obvious muscles on display.
Zichen watches his love shyly, yet there is a fire in his eyes that nothing can quench. He rubs his hands over his A-Yang's body greedily and melts into the kiss, his nipples hardening until they ache almost as much as his cock!
Xue Yang loves to see that fire in his lover's eyes! Being desired by this man is fulfilling in a way that it's never been before. Song Lan's desire and love come intertwined, just how it is for Xue Yang.
"You too," he murmurs as he begins to kiss his way down Song Lan's body. He's impatient, so he doesn't drag it out as much as he may have otherwise. Soon enough he's down between those strong thighs, his lips immediately pressing against the head of his lover's thick cock.
They began this relationship as a way to forget their grief or maybe as a way to work out their anger and hatred. Then again, their grief, anger and hatred have always been intertwined, haven't they? Zichen remembers shocking himself - it had been easy to touch Xue Yang and as time has passed, he just wants more. His sadness has become manageable; his anger has dimmed and his hatred has disappeared. In its place, love has taken hold.
He doesn't leave the bites and bruises on Xue Yang like he once did. His every touch is...passionate. Tender. And he is willing to let down his guard.
"Xue Yang, you -" he gasps and licks his lips, his head falling back, "You're mine."
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"You deserve one." his eyes glow with happiness, "You're proof, my A-Yang, that hope should never be abandoned."
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He presses himself back against Song Lan's body, groaning close to his lips.
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"Mmm you will be stunning."
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"Mm, it will." He sucks gently at Song Lan's lips as he rubs over his nipples.
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"I am so proud of you." he smiles and presses Xue Yang against the bed, "I have never seen you happier."
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His expression softens at those words. "I've never been happier," he murmurs.
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He really...doesn't seem like his past self at all. It's as if Xue Yang has gotten rid of a possession and can finally breathe the free air again.
"I will do all in my power to keep you happy and safe. That is my main goal in life now."
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He does feel different. Freer. Like he can finally relax. Life in Yi City had been good, but he had always carried an underlying tension in his body. He'd never been able to fully relax, knowing that his identity could be exposed. Now he doesn't have to hide anymore.
He lifts the veil enough so that he can capture Song Lan's lips in a kiss. "Together," he murmurs.
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"Together." he breathes, deepening the kiss, one of his hands cradling the back of Xue Yang's head. The trust...the honesty...the way his love reaches for him... All of it is too precious for words and Zichen doesn't want to ever give it up.
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His gaze is dark and lustful behind the veil as he teases his soon to be husband, sucking and nipping at his lips.
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"Imp." he growls and licks at Xue Yang's lips, sucking on his tongue.
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"Ah... you want my hands somewhere else, Zichen?" he murmurs playfully as he squeezes the meat of one of those gorgeous thighs.
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"Higher." he kisses the delicate shell, "I know you like muscles."
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He laughs breathily and moves his hands to grab Song Lan's cock, greedily stroking and touching it all over. "Mnn... I want you in my mouth," he breathes, making sure to lean up to speak against Song Lan's ear.
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"Ah... I can't say no to that." he trembles and kisses Xue Yang hard, lifting the veil so the red fabric is draped over his lover's hair.
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Just for his A-Yang.
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"You're so hot," he groans as he crawls over to hungrily kiss Song Lan, one of his hands moving down to pinch a nipple.
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"You're beautiful." he gasps.
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"You too," he murmurs as he begins to kiss his way down Song Lan's body. He's impatient, so he doesn't drag it out as much as he may have otherwise. Soon enough he's down between those strong thighs, his lips immediately pressing against the head of his lover's thick cock.
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He doesn't leave the bites and bruises on Xue Yang like he once did. His every touch is...passionate. Tender. And he is willing to let down his guard.
"Xue Yang, you -" he gasps and licks his lips, his head falling back, "You're mine."
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