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.
His sex drive has never been this high before, but his intense attraction to Song Lan and the love that he feels for him has made him feel kind of insatiable when they're together. It's really made him realize how little he'd actually enjoyed sex before...
He moans loudly and throws his head back, his cock dripping onto his lover's tongue when the sucking grows harder. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come..." he breathes, tugging lightly at Song Lan's long hair.
Sex should be about love. At least that's how Zichen thinks. He can't wholly explain their first time...or the many times after before he felt himself falling for Xue Yang...but maybe, for them, those times had been necessary. Sex was a passionate method for them to overcome the hate and pain of their pasts.
Now it's a celebration. Zichen swallows and moves his mouth faster, sucking around the hard shaft so that no inch of Xue Yang is untouched. This man is his.
Xue Yang of the past would've laughed at something like that, mocked it, but the Xue Yang he is now... well, he'd probably still tease Song Lan about it, but he'd agree.
"Ah, ah, fuck," Xue Yang whines before he finally comes, his fingers twisting in his lover's hair as he releases into his mouth.
Xue Yang lays back and just lets pleasure wash over him in waves as he rides through his orgasm. His hips stutter, his toes curl and his cock twitches.
He smiles down at Song Lan and gently strokes through his hair. "I love you too."
Zichen lays his cheek on Xue Yang's stomach and kisses the soft skin slowly. He then chuckles and strokes over his lover's scarred thigh.
"So we'll marry on the deck, under the starlight. Whoever wishes to attend is welcome. Otherwise..." he smiles gently, "It will be just us and Xie Lian if he agrees."
"Mmm... I like that idea," Xue Yang murmurs against Song Lan's lips, his fingers stroking his lover's skin. "Then we'll settle down where we like it the most."
"Exactly." Zichen cups Xue Yang's face between his hands, openly admiring his handsome features, "I want a place where we can mostly live without aid. Trips to a nearby town will happen, of course, but if we want to stay away from everyone, we have that option too."
Xue Yang has worked hard his whole life - working hard for something he really wants is no trouble at all. Especially with the man he loves at his side.
"Yeah. Maybe we can get some animals too. Some chickens for eggs, sheep for wool..." he muses and automatically leans into Song Lan's touches, nuzzling up against his cheek.
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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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He moans loudly and throws his head back, his cock dripping onto his lover's tongue when the sucking grows harder. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come..." he breathes, tugging lightly at Song Lan's long hair.
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Now it's a celebration. Zichen swallows and moves his mouth faster, sucking around the hard shaft so that no inch of Xue Yang is untouched. This man is his.
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"Ah, ah, fuck," Xue Yang whines before he finally comes, his fingers twisting in his lover's hair as he releases into his mouth.
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Moaning, he swallows and swallows again. Then he cleans his love with soft sucks and gentle kisses.
"A-Yang..." he nuzzles his hip and peers up at him, "I do love you."
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He smiles down at Song Lan and gently strokes through his hair. "I love you too."
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"So we'll marry on the deck, under the starlight. Whoever wishes to attend is welcome. Otherwise..." he smiles gently, "It will be just us and Xie Lian if he agrees."
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"We've taken a hard road, my A-Yang."
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"Yeah, we have," he murmurs warmly.
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"Are there any wishes of yours I can fulfill?"
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"I want to show you beautiful places." he murmurs, "I want to take you away from the cities."
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A nice, peaceful farming life. He'd more surprised that he wants that if not for those peaceful years spent in Yi City.
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He doesn't mind hard work. All of it will be worthwhile to just...exist...at peace.
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"Yeah. Maybe we can get some animals too. Some chickens for eggs, sheep for wool..." he muses and automatically leans into Song Lan's touches, nuzzling up against his cheek.
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