His cock twitches and hardens further, pleasant tingles rushing over his body. He brushes their noses together and nods softly:
"Yes, I want to grow old with you, love." more than anything, "I love you too. I just wondered if you were too...independent...for marriage." too wild. Too far out of his reach.
Then Xue Yang had said yes and been so happy. Of course Zichen wants to hold him as much as he can as often as he can.
Xue Yang smiles and nips lightly at Zichen's lips. "Mmm... you've never made me feel trapped." No, Zichen has always supported his passions and made him feel safe and supported rather than stifled in any way.
He straddles Zichen's lap and slips his arms around his neck, slowly rocking his hips and letting their cocks rub against each other. "You're supportive, you make me feel safe, you cherish my family, you put up with me even when I do dumb shit..." he murmurs breathily, "You're kind and selfless... and you're super fucking hot and you have the biggest dick I've ever seen. You're the whole fuckin' package." He grins impishly.
"I don't want to trap you." Zichen is very clear about that; he traps animals and kills them quickly, neatly. He doesn't want that sort of relationship with the man he loves. Seeing Xue Yang doing as he wants, wild and free brings him joy. His concern can't extinguish said joy, either.
His cheeks turn rosy at the shift and he rubs over Xue Yang's thighs, watching him hungrily. The rocking feels so good and he arches into it, kissing along Xue Yang's jawline.
"I love you." he responds, "I love you more every day." he blinks at the compliments and he laughs lowly, grabbing the bottle of oil, "I think you want something from me." he works his fingers into his husband, happy to give him exactly what he wants.
"I know." And that's one of many reasons why he loves Zichen so much. Why he wants to grow old with this man. Once he hadn't thought he would ever live long, and he hadn't even really wanted to, but now... he has so many things to live for.
"I love you," he murmurs back, grinning when the lubrication is brought out. "Mmm, you know me so well..." He gasps softly when those slick fingers make their way into him. He relaxes easily, takes his husband like he was made for nothing else.
"Just be as careful as you can. For me." Zichen murmurs, sinking his fingers into his love and gently preparing him, "You are precious beyond words to me. If I lost you..." his throat tightens, "I think I would go into the wilderness and never come back."
He spreads and stretches his husband, pulling him into a deep, fierce kiss with a groan.
Xue Yang gently cups Zichen's face in his palms and puts their foreheads together. "You won't lose me. You think I never worry about you, hm? We worry because we love each other." He moans into the kiss, rocking himself on Zichen's fingers to take them deeper.
"Yeah, and that horse gets spooked by foxes!" Xue Yang giggles breathily, which is interrupted by a moan when a third finger is slipped into him. "Yes..." he gasps in encouragement.
Xue Yang would continue their little "argument", but that becomes very difficult when those three fingers spread inside of him, making him groan. "A-Ah, yes, always," he moans instead, shuddering with the need to be filled.
Chuckling huskily, Zichen slicks himself with the oil and pulls his fingers free. He guides Xue Yang over and then onto his cock. Lifting his hips, he presses into his husband with a long moan.
"A-Ah, Zichen..." Xue Yang gasps, closing his eyes when Zichen's cock begins to slide inside of him. He grabs at his shoulders, whining softly as he sinks himself down. Impatient as he tends to be, he also just loves the feeling of being slowly pried open by his husband's cock. Feeling every inch...
"Closer..." Zichen coaxes, bringing Xue Yang down onto him, bit by bit. When their hips are flush, he smiles warmly and kisses his husband passionately, his hand resting tenderly on his cheek. He is going to take his time with him.
Xue Yang shudders wildly when he's finally got all of his husband's cock inside of him. It's so big it almost hurts, but it's an intensity he loves. And he knows how much Zichen likes to see him overwhelmed. Gasping softly, he turns his head to nuzzle and kiss the hand resting on his cheek. "I'm so full..." he breathes.
Zichen is aware of his size and that is precisely why he stills himself, stroking through his A-Yang's hair and kissing him to distract him from any pain. He smiles at the little gasp and he rubs over his lover's chest.
"Remember to breathe. I won't hurt you." he rubs his hands over Xue Yang's body, stroking his cock to help him relax.
"Mmmm..." Xue Yang shivers and rocks slowly on Zichen's cock, whining at the way it shifts inside of him, rubbing against his sensitive spots. "Zichen..." he breathes, "You feel so good..."
"So do you, my A-Yang." Zichen kisses his beloved again and then begins to rock his hips, slowly, rubbing himself against those tender walls, "Mmm you're so hot and tight."
"Mmmm, for you..." Xue Yang moans, body trembling when his husband starts to move, "L-Love you..." He slides his fingers into Zichen's hair and kisses him back, starting to slowly move along with him.
"All for me?" Zichen purrs into Xue Yang's ear, rocking their bodies slowly, sensually, filling his love and then pulling back, "Nnn I love you..." he grazes his nails over his lover's back and gasps.
"I'm all for you." Zichen kisses Xue Yang desperately then, licking at the corners of his mouth. Then he rocks into his lover harder, targeting his prostate purposefully.
"Yes... mine," Xue Yang breathes as he clings to his husband, groaning when kissed so deep. When they part he lets out a cry, his whole body jolting from the harder thrusts that keep rubbing him exactly where he's the most sensitive. His cock twitches, moisture starting to form at the tip of it.
"Happily...yours." Zichen rubs his hands over Xue Yang's back and then grabs onto his backside. He rubs himself against his lover's prostate with a deep groan, loving the jolts he causes. His husband is the cutest when he is so sensitive~
Xue Yang groans and immediately presses into Zichen's hands. Another place he loves to have touched and played with... "Nnn, I-I'm not," he whines, a pout that probably just makes him look cuter forming on his lips.
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"Yes, I want to grow old with you, love." more than anything, "I love you too. I just wondered if you were too...independent...for marriage." too wild. Too far out of his reach.
Then Xue Yang had said yes and been so happy. Of course Zichen wants to hold him as much as he can as often as he can.
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He straddles Zichen's lap and slips his arms around his neck, slowly rocking his hips and letting their cocks rub against each other. "You're supportive, you make me feel safe, you cherish my family, you put up with me even when I do dumb shit..." he murmurs breathily, "You're kind and selfless... and you're super fucking hot and you have the biggest dick I've ever seen. You're the whole fuckin' package." He grins impishly.
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His cheeks turn rosy at the shift and he rubs over Xue Yang's thighs, watching him hungrily. The rocking feels so good and he arches into it, kissing along Xue Yang's jawline.
"I love you." he responds, "I love you more every day." he blinks at the compliments and he laughs lowly, grabbing the bottle of oil, "I think you want something from me." he works his fingers into his husband, happy to give him exactly what he wants.
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"I love you," he murmurs back, grinning when the lubrication is brought out. "Mmm, you know me so well..." He gasps softly when those slick fingers make their way into him. He relaxes easily, takes his husband like he was made for nothing else.
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He spreads and stretches his husband, pulling him into a deep, fierce kiss with a groan.
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"I have a big wolf and a horse with a nasty kick. I'm fine." he smiles gently, "But I can't deny that I love you." and he won't.
He adds a third fingers and sucks on Xue Yang's lips.
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"Are you ready for me?"
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"A-Yang..."
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"Remember to breathe. I won't hurt you." he rubs his hands over Xue Yang's body, stroking his cock to help him relax.
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"A-Ah, please..." he whines when his husband's cock rubs against his prostate, making him tighten around him. "Right there!"
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"I will always be yours." he adds breathlessly.
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"You're being adorable."
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"Shall I get you a mirror?" he pants and laughs, "Aw don't pout at me." he kisses those poor pouting lips softly.
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