"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."
Xue Yang grins happily. "Me too," he murmurs, "I'm happiest with you." Words he would've never thought he'd ever say - to anyone, but Song Lan in particular!
Zichen brings their lips together for a long kiss, soaking in the sweet taste of Xue Yang's lips.
"That we have this is..." he shakes his head, "I didn't like killing you. It left an ache inside of me. A hole. I couldn't forget how miserable you were." his fingers trace over Xue Yang's shoulder, "Then I was miserable and I had no one to even talk to."
Xue Yang ducks his head a little and runs his fingers along Song Lan's chest. "Don't feel bad about it. I didn't want to live at that point," he murmurs, voice subdued. "I felt like I had lost everything. There was nothing left for me."
"I did..." Xue Yang murmurs and smiles sadly. He nuzzles their noses together and kisses him. "It's okay. We have a chance now. And I'll... I'll make better choices this time." He never wants to hurt Song Lan the way he had again.
"You will. We... We both will." because his choices back then hadn't been the best either, "A-Yang, just...be honest with me. Even if you're afraid the truth will hurt, I want to hear it." he kisses his lover's chin and then the tip of his nose.
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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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"Mmm..." He sighs pleasantly into his lover's mouth and then drops his head down to nuzzle into his chest again.
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"I'm happiest with you."
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"That we have this is..." he shakes his head, "I didn't like killing you. It left an ache inside of me. A hole. I couldn't forget how miserable you were." his fingers trace over Xue Yang's shoulder, "Then I was miserable and I had no one to even talk to."
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"You were so afraid of me ruining what you had that we..." he sighs, "We never had a chance. But I watched you. Every day."
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"You are a handful, Xue Yang. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to understand you."
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