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."
Xue Yang has certainly noticed the difference! What he now shares with Song Lan is something loving and special, something he'll never let anyone take from them.
His eyes smolders with heat as he looks up at Song Lan. "Yes," he breathes against his lover's cock, "And you're mine." With that, he pulls the veil down and lets it hide both his face and Song Lan's cock as he takes it into his mouth. This way, the delicate fabric will tease along his lover's erection as he sucks on it.
Xue Yang will have a terrible time getting rid of Song Zichen. Of course that has always been the case, but now the reasons are much nicer. They are both incredibly stubborn and committed.
"I am." he chokes, groaning. The soft slide of that veil paired with his love's hot mouth has his toes curling. He throbs against Xue Yang's lips and he has to fight himself to keep still, grabbing onto the bedding.
It's a good thing that Xue Yang doesn't want to be rid of Song Lan!
Xue Yang grins, loving the effect that he has on his lover. His soon to be husband. That thought sends a sharp thrill through him. He groans low around that thick cock as he starts to slowly bob his head over it, rubbing his tongue all around the hot, hard shaft.
A very good thing. The Barge would have to endure their endless fights otherwise!
The groan vibrates through him and he whines lowly, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips against Xue Yang's tongue. He knows his lover can adapt, but even so, he is gentle with him. This man will be...his husband. Zichen has dreamed of them marrying, but to have it happen in reality is...
It's wonderful. It's all he has wanted and needed.
Xue Yang welcomes the rocking, relaxing his throat so that he can take him deeper. He loves feeling Song Lan's desire for him like this, loves it when he loses control... He swallows around him, his mouth growing wetter as he sucks down so hard his jaws ache, his hunger obvious.
It's too much. Xue Yang has a knack for bringing him to the edge quickly. Zichen feels himself leaking, his cock hard and twitching and he finds it impossible to breathe deeply. Moaning and panting, he eventually grabs onto his lover's thick hair and the veil too.
Xue Yang does so love being able to bring Song Lan to the brink so quickly! He moans around his mouthful of cock, peering up at his lover from behind the veil as he takes him down to the base. He drools around it, his throat bulging obscenely from how deep that big cock is.
He makes the mistake of looking down and the sight that greets him makes it impossible to hold on. He comes hard, yelping, his fingers tightening around Xue Yang's hair as his body spasms. Moaning hoarsely, he writhes before falling back, panting.
Xue Yang's dark gaze meets Song Lan's, and if he could he'd smirk at the expression on his lover's face. He groans, swallowing greedily as his mouth is filled. He slowly pulls back, licking and sucking that twitching cock until finally letting it drop from his lips.
Licking his lips, he grins heatedly and pulls the veil back up. He crawls up to snuggle into Song Lan's arms, his own cock making a hard line where it presses up against him. "Mm... I love you too," he murmurs belatedly.
Having Xue Yang in his arms sends pleasant tingles over his body. He pulls his A-Yang up and into a kiss, cleaning those lips that had driven him to climax. Then he wraps a hand around his lover's cock, stroking him slowly.
"Where..." he swallows, "Where do you want to hold the ceremony? On the deck would be beautiful, but I like the Greenhouse too."
Xue Yang lets out a pleased sigh when he's kissed. "Ah..." He shudders and thrusts into Song Lan's hand, his cock twitching impatiently.
"Mmm... I don't, ah, know. I l-like the deck," he breathes. He mouths at Song Lan's shoulder and neck, whining softly. "We'd have to get... someone to officiate."
"Mm the deck is perfect." Zichen kisses the edge of Xue Yang's lips and rolls them. He straddles his lover and kisses down his neck.
"We need to find someone who understands our traditions. Or at least someone who doesn't mind being taught." he smiles tenderly, "We also need red robes."
Xue Yang moans softly and arches up against Song Lan, spreading his legs in the process. He drapes his arms around his lover's neck and just clings on.
"Mm... Xie Lian, maybe? He's married..." And from the same culture. "We c-could probably ask the Admiral for robes." Xue Yang suddenly grins as he remembers that his new status as graduated means that he can make requests to the Admiral now without having to go through a third party...
"A wonderful choice. He does care for you." Zichen kisses hotly down Xue Yang's chest, sucking softly on his nipples, "Mm what if you make that your first request?" his lips quirk into a happy smile, "A graduation...and a marriage... You are bringing happiness to the Barge, love."
His hand continues to move on Xue Yang's length, lazily pleasuring him while he kisses down his lover's body. Each scar is nuzzled.
"Mhmm... he's a good friend," Xue Yang murmurs with a smile. Xie Lian is probably the only one he'll really miss when they leave. "I don't think everyone will see it that way." He chuckles a little, not at all bothered by the fact that knows there are people who will think he hasn't earned any of this.
He squirms pleasantly under Song Lan's touches and kisses. The attention makes his entire body feel hot and tingly - his cock in particular, which is twitching and stiffening further in his lover's hand.
"He has been good encouragement for you for some time. I am grateful to him." and far more open to getting to know the man than he had been before. Just because he looks like Xiao Xingchen doesn't mean he should keep Xie Lian at arm's length.
"And?" Zichen isn't moved by anyone doubting Xue Yang. He knows what he has seen and felt. If anyone can say, honestly, that Xue Yang has changed, it should be him, right? He likely suffered the most - even if he doesn't see it that way. People might think him damaged, but he isn't. He chose to move on from his anger and his hatred and, in return, he was given a glimpse at a man who could be.
And now is.
"I was your puppet, your servant. You tormented me. I was so miserable that most days I wanted to die." Zichen whispers fervently, "But now, I want to live. I want to come home to you. The man you are now is the opposite of the man you were."
Having said all of that, he kisses his way to that stiff cock, gently mouthing the very tip.
"Mm... I am too." Xie Lian had forced him to acknowledge that there are more good people in the world aside from Xiao Xingchen, and he had always treated him like a human.
He definitely feels guilt when Song Lan brings up how he'd treated him when he was under his control, and how he'd felt. "I blamed you for everything," he murmurs, stroking through his lover's hair, "It was easier... blaming others." That way he didn't have to take responsibility for his own actions.
He gasps when Song Lan's lips finds his cock, making it twitch. "A-Lan..."
Zichen kisses Xue Yang's belly, smiling softly, please. The fact that his lover has been able to open up to someone else is wonderful progress. Xue Yang will make more friends, he is sure of it.
"I know." he whispers, letting his love know that he holds no grudges. Then he distracts them both with his mouth, taking his A-Yang in deeper and sucking luxuriously around his shaft.
And what a wonderful distraction it is! Xue Yang exhales shakily when Song Lan's hot mouth descends on his cock. Fuck, Song Lan has gotten so good at this... He lifts his legs to rest them on his lover's shoulders, his toes curling.
"A-Lan, you're so good at this," he breathes, fingers curling in Song Lan's hair.
Practice makes perfect and Xue Yang has been generous in that regard. Zichen moans and caresses the legs, welcoming them. The compliment earns a harder suck and his head bobs as he pleasures his A-Yang. His soon-to-be husband.
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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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His eyes smolders with heat as he looks up at Song Lan. "Yes," he breathes against his lover's cock, "And you're mine." With that, he pulls the veil down and lets it hide both his face and Song Lan's cock as he takes it into his mouth. This way, the delicate fabric will tease along his lover's erection as he sucks on it.
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"I am." he chokes, groaning. The soft slide of that veil paired with his love's hot mouth has his toes curling. He throbs against Xue Yang's lips and he has to fight himself to keep still, grabbing onto the bedding.
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Xue Yang grins, loving the effect that he has on his lover. His soon to be husband. That thought sends a sharp thrill through him. He groans low around that thick cock as he starts to slowly bob his head over it, rubbing his tongue all around the hot, hard shaft.
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The groan vibrates through him and he whines lowly, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips against Xue Yang's tongue. He knows his lover can adapt, but even so, he is gentle with him. This man will be...his husband. Zichen has dreamed of them marrying, but to have it happen in reality is...
It's wonderful. It's all he has wanted and needed.
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"A-Yang!"
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"I - nnn - I love you..."
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Licking his lips, he grins heatedly and pulls the veil back up. He crawls up to snuggle into Song Lan's arms, his own cock making a hard line where it presses up against him. "Mm... I love you too," he murmurs belatedly.
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"Where..." he swallows, "Where do you want to hold the ceremony? On the deck would be beautiful, but I like the Greenhouse too."
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"Mmm... I don't, ah, know. I l-like the deck," he breathes. He mouths at Song Lan's shoulder and neck, whining softly. "We'd have to get... someone to officiate."
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"We need to find someone who understands our traditions. Or at least someone who doesn't mind being taught." he smiles tenderly, "We also need red robes."
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"Mm... Xie Lian, maybe? He's married..." And from the same culture. "We c-could probably ask the Admiral for robes." Xue Yang suddenly grins as he remembers that his new status as graduated means that he can make requests to the Admiral now without having to go through a third party...
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His hand continues to move on Xue Yang's length, lazily pleasuring him while he kisses down his lover's body. Each scar is nuzzled.
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He squirms pleasantly under Song Lan's touches and kisses. The attention makes his entire body feel hot and tingly - his cock in particular, which is twitching and stiffening further in his lover's hand.
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"And?" Zichen isn't moved by anyone doubting Xue Yang. He knows what he has seen and felt. If anyone can say, honestly, that Xue Yang has changed, it should be him, right? He likely suffered the most - even if he doesn't see it that way. People might think him damaged, but he isn't. He chose to move on from his anger and his hatred and, in return, he was given a glimpse at a man who could be.
And now is.
"I was your puppet, your servant. You tormented me. I was so miserable that most days I wanted to die." Zichen whispers fervently, "But now, I want to live. I want to come home to you. The man you are now is the opposite of the man you were."
Having said all of that, he kisses his way to that stiff cock, gently mouthing the very tip.
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He definitely feels guilt when Song Lan brings up how he'd treated him when he was under his control, and how he'd felt. "I blamed you for everything," he murmurs, stroking through his lover's hair, "It was easier... blaming others." That way he didn't have to take responsibility for his own actions.
He gasps when Song Lan's lips finds his cock, making it twitch. "A-Lan..."
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"I know." he whispers, letting his love know that he holds no grudges. Then he distracts them both with his mouth, taking his A-Yang in deeper and sucking luxuriously around his shaft.
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"A-Lan, you're so good at this," he breathes, fingers curling in Song Lan's hair.
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