Xue Yang looks down at his own chest and shivers again, biting his lip. It really does look pretty. "You're good at this," he murmurs breathily. He can't resist immediately spreading his legs when his thigh is kissed.
It would be very difficult to make Xue Yang ugly. Zichen bites his lip and straddles his lover's hips, rubbing the rope over one of his lover's nipples.
"You know you look good with a rope wrapped around you. I saw how you preened before the other Cultivators."
A low groan leaves Xue Yang, his nipples immediately stiffening.
He grins playfully. "I had eyes only for you." And Xiao Xingchen. And maybe also a little for Wei Wuxian... but right now he's flattering his soon to be husband!
Xue Yang tries to deepen the kiss, but Song Lan pulls away before he can, making him pout.
A giggle bursts from his lips. "I'm not a liar!" he lies. He squirms a little under Song Lan's hands, blushing when he realizes what he's doing with the salve.
Zichen narrows his eyes, smiling in a way that promises much more if Xue Yang is patient.
"You are too." he huffs and sees to every scar that he can find - save the ones on Xue Yang's back, of course, "We're leaving the past behind us. For good."
"Zichen is so mean to me..." Xue Yang says, making a real show out of pouting and looking heartbroken, but there's an ever present glint of mischief in his dark eyes that gives him away.
Xue Yang grins when Song Lan covers him like a very hot blanket. "Mmm... touch me more... I want your big hands all over me," he breathes, arching up and into said hands.
Xue Yang groans and licks his lips, eyes bright. "I think Lan-gege wants to touch me in very specific places too..." he teases in his best and brattiest tone of voice. Song Lan really brings that side out of him!
"There are places on you that become very warm. I am drawn to them." Zichen nuzzles his face against the crook between Xue Yang's neck and shoulder, biting at the skin, "I can't produce heat of my own. Anything you feel is from you."
"I like warming you up..." Xue Yang murmurs, soft gasps spilling from his lips as he's bitten. He arches up as much as he can while tied down, wiggling slightly under his lover. "Gege..." he croons into his ear.
"That's very generous of you, imp." Zichen rumbles and spreads Xue Yang's legs. He uses the salve on his fingers and begins preparing his lover, taking his time to thrust his finger smoothly.
"Ah..." if he could flush, he would. That crooning goes right through him! Shuddering, he finally kisses Xue Yang passionately, moaning.
Xue Yang grins heatedly and spreads his legs wider. A gasp leaves him when his lover's finger slides into him, making him tighten around it.
He too moans into the kiss, pleased by the effect he's having on his lover. "Mnn, you like that?" he breathes when they part, playfully nibbling at Song Lan's lips.
Xue Yang giggles and nips at those swollen lips. "I know that! It's not what I asked, is it? Gege~." Somehow, being tied up has made him even brattier than usual.
Xue Yang grins triumphantly. "I knew it," he teases breathily, "You like being called gege~."
That growl sends a shiver down his spine and he moans, rocking himself on his lover's fingers. "And if I don't? Will gege punish me?" he continues, eyes even brighter now.
Xue Yang groans, biting his lip and moaning. He really likes that idea! "Y-Yes, ah," he gasps when their positions are flipped and he's suddenly straddling Song Lan's waist.
"Gege has to hold on tight when he takes me..." he breathes as he presses himself back to where he can feel his lover's hard cock and rubs himself against it.
"Do you honestly think I will let you go?" Zichen grumbles and adds a third finger, encouraging Xue Yang to rock against the digits. He smiles up at his lover.
"You're cute like this, all tied up and calling me Gege." he tugs on the ropes to pull Xue Yang down into a kiss.
Xue Yang flushes a little, moaning into the kiss when he's pulled down. "Mmnn... you like it..." he breathes, feeling a little delirious from pleasure - especially now that he has three fingers filling him. He rocks on them as best he can, whining whenever they brush against his sweet spot.
Zichen brushes their tongues together and purposefully targets his love's sweet spot. Once. Twice. Thrice. He smirks and slips his fingers out. Wrapping his hand around himself, he nudges the head of his cock against his A-Yang.
Xue Yang groans against Song Lan's lips, shuddering when those fingers are pulled out. He immediately feels so empty, but with his lover's thick cock against his hole and knows it won't be for long. It's not the easiest thing to lift himself up with his hands tied, but he manages to lift his hips enough to get Song Lan's cock where he wants it.
"A-Ah..." he breathes as he starts to lower himself on it.
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"You know you look good with a rope wrapped around you. I saw how you preened before the other Cultivators."
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He grins playfully. "I had eyes only for you." And Xiao Xingchen. And maybe also a little for Wei Wuxian... but right now he's flattering his soon to be husband!
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"You're a charming liar." he grabs the salve and uses it on each one of Xue Yang's scars, rubbing it in thoroughly.
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A giggle bursts from his lips. "I'm not a liar!" he lies. He squirms a little under Song Lan's hands, blushing when he realizes what he's doing with the salve.
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"You are too." he huffs and sees to every scar that he can find - save the ones on Xue Yang's back, of course, "We're leaving the past behind us. For good."
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"Zichen is so mean to me..." Xue Yang says, making a real show out of pouting and looking heartbroken, but there's an ever present glint of mischief in his dark eyes that gives him away.
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"Am I?" Zichen lays over Xue Yang, smoothing his hands down his sides and grabbing onto his hips, "How can I be nicer, hm? Tell me."
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Xue Yang grins when Song Lan covers him like a very hot blanket. "Mmm... touch me more... I want your big hands all over me," he breathes, arching up and into said hands.
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"I think you want me to touch very specific places." he tuts, "This is what I get for trying to pamper you."
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"Ah..." if he could flush, he would. That crooning goes right through him! Shuddering, he finally kisses Xue Yang passionately, moaning.
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He too moans into the kiss, pleased by the effect he's having on his lover. "Mnn, you like that?" he breathes when they part, playfully nibbling at Song Lan's lips.
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He gazes down at Xue Yang hungrily after the kiss, his lips swollen.
"I like you." he breathes and kisses hotly down his lover's throat.
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"Xiao Gege, behave yourself." he growls and adds a second finger, spreading Xue Yang for him.
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That growl sends a shiver down his spine and he moans, rocking himself on his lover's fingers. "And if I don't? Will gege punish me?" he continues, eyes even brighter now.
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Zichen grabs onto his lover's wrists and pulls them down. Then he flips their position, holding Xue Yang on top of him.
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"Gege has to hold on tight when he takes me..." he breathes as he presses himself back to where he can feel his lover's hard cock and rubs himself against it.
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"You're cute like this, all tied up and calling me Gege." he tugs on the ropes to pull Xue Yang down into a kiss.
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"Rise up and then sit down." he murmurs.
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"A-Ah..." he breathes as he starts to lower himself on it.
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