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.
Zichen is ready - and quite willing - to help him! He guides himself into Xue Yang and arches his back, moaning deeply at the tight heat that greets him. It's dizzying. He rubs his hands over his lover and then takes hold of his cock, stroking him slowly.
"I'm beginning to wonder why we can't stay like this."
Xue Yang chuckles breathily, licking his lips as Song Lan's thick cock enters him again. They've done this so many times now, but Xue Yang never tires of the feeling of being filled by his lover.
"Mmm... it'd be inconvenient if we wanted to do anything else," he says, laughing and tightening up around his lover's cock.
"We could nnn make adjustments..." Zichen whispers breathlessly, seating himself in his lover fully, their hips flush. The tightening robs him of sanity and he bucks his hips with a moan.
"Move." he growls, grabbing onto his lover's hips. If Xue Yang won't move on his own, he will move him for him.
Xue Yang gasps, his cock twitching hard when Song Lan growls like that. Fuck, it's so hot. "Nnn... ma-make me," he breathes, his eyes hazy with lust. Song Lan being so commanding and grabbing him so hard sets his blood on fire. He just wants more of it.
"Fine." Zichen purrs roughly and lifts Xue Yang before impaling him on his cock again. The muscles in his arms and chest flex with the movements and he groans.
Xue Yang cries out when he's pulled down on that cock, whining at how deeply it prods him. It feels amazing... "A-Ah! Nnn, ye-yes," he breathes, "O-Only with you..." Because he knows and trusts that Song Lan won't take advantage of his vulnerable position.
"You're too sweet, A-Yang." Zichen continues to raise Xue Yang and bring him back down, bucking his hips so he knows he is buried deep. He knows he fills his lover almost to a point where it hurts, but he isn't seeking pain. He wants his A-Yang to feel amazing.
Just watching Xue Yang from this angle makes him throb. Gasping and moaning, Zichen sets a rhythm that isn't too fast or too slow.
Xue Yang moans and gasps with every thrust that buries Song Lan so deep in him. It's overwhelming, but in the best of ways. "Ah, ah, A-Lan, ah, please," he whines, his cock twitching and leaking as he tries to hold on with his arms restrained.
"Please...what?" Zichen pants and rocks their bodies together harder, faster, pushing himself deep and aiming for his lover's prostate continuously, "What do you want?" he purposefully tightens his fist around the base of Xue Yang's cock.
Xue Yang's whines just grow louder when he's denied what he wants, but he loves it all the same. "A-Ah, I wanna come..." he breathes, his cock twitching in Song Lan's tight grip.
With a flick of his wrist, the ropes are undone and Zichen rises, pulling Xue Yang into his arms. He flips their position and pounds his younger lover against the mattress.
"O-Oh, fuck," Xue Yang gasps as he's flipped over. He immediately wraps both arms and legs around Song Lan, holding on tight as he's fucked so hard and deep. "Yes, yes, A-Lan, a-ah, gege, p-please..." he whines mindlessly until the continued stimulation just becomes too much and he comes hard between their bodies with a loud cry.
Zichen doesn't relent; he knows they share a soft spot for this; for raw passion. He watches Xue Yang the entire time, teetering on the edge himself. Just the sound of his lover's voice sends pleasurable jolts to his groin. The second those muscles spasm around him, he fills his A-Yang, claiming him for the hundredth time. The thousandth. It doesn't matter. What they have - this wonderful rush of bliss - is theirs.
He doesn't realize that he is quite loud too, growling and moaning.
Xue Yang clings onto Song Lan, moaning into his ear when he gets filled with his lover's release. He loves the sounds he makes too. The growling makes Song Lan sound so feral, and that's incredibly attractive.
"F-Fuck," he gasps as he starts to come down from the high the orgasm had left him in. His body trembles around his lover, and he clings tight.
He arches over Xue Yang and then rearranges them so they are laying side by side. He rubs over his lover's chest to help him breathe, smiling faintly at how tightly he is clung to. Like this, he feels...needed. Wanted.
"Breathe." he kisses Xue Yang's cheek, "I don't want you to pass out on me."
Xue Yang giggles breathily. "Mmm, I don't mind passing out if it's because you fucked me so good..." He nuzzles into his lover's chest, kissing lazily along those muscles.
"But I would worry about you." Zichen argues gently, tucking their bodies together and stroking over Xue Yang's back, "You're very silly, but important to me."
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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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"I'm beginning to wonder why we can't stay like this."
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"Mmm... it'd be inconvenient if we wanted to do anything else," he says, laughing and tightening up around his lover's cock.
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"Move." he growls, grabbing onto his lover's hips. If Xue Yang won't move on his own, he will move him for him.
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"Do you like being helpless?"
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Just watching Xue Yang from this angle makes him throb. Gasping and moaning, Zichen sets a rhythm that isn't too fast or too slow.
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"Then come."
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He doesn't realize that he is quite loud too, growling and moaning.
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"F-Fuck," he gasps as he starts to come down from the high the orgasm had left him in. His body trembles around his lover, and he clings tight.
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"Breathe." he kisses Xue Yang's cheek, "I don't want you to pass out on me."
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"I thought I made that clear when I asked you to marry me?" he hugs his lover tighter, "And when I told you I love you."
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