Zichen is ready to hold him, running his hands over Xue Yang's body greedily. He inhales the clean scent of his lover's skin and hair, losing himself. This too is a feast!
"Yes." he gasps, pulling back so he can properly see everything, "Show me."
Being desired like this is intoxicating. It has Xue Yang hot and aroused in no time, leaning into every touch placed on his body.
He shivers and licks his lips, nodding as he pulls his robe open to reveal the lingerie and stockings he's wearing under it. "You like it?" he asks huskily.
Zichen stares at his present. He smiles slowly, the expression full of heat and desire. Then he dares - dares - to slide his fingertips over the lingerie and his A-Yang's skin.
Soft. So soft. Lovelier than silk.
He wants to press himself against his lover with nothing between them.
"Warm me?" he asks, licking his lips, "You're the only one who can."
Zichen slips his fingers under the bra, teasing one of Xue Yang's nipples into hardness. He smiles shyly at the assent and watches his husband as if...
As if their world hinges on him. Shrugging off his robe, he bends down and kisses his husband-to-be passionately.
"Mm..." Xue Yang moans into the kiss, sensually kissing back as he starts to open Song Lan's pants. He sucks at his lips and tongue for a moment before pulling away. "Mmm... I want my favorite treat..." he purrs, eyes sparkling.
He then grips around Song Lan's cock and dips his head down to kiss the tip of it.
Zichen swallows hard as he is exposed, his gaze flitting around the room just... Just to make sure they are alone. He shudders and smiles upon finding that they are and he buries a hand in his lover's hair, caressing his scalp.
"Am I really your favorite treat?" he asks breathlessly, his cock twitching and hardening eagerly at those soft lips, "Mmm..."
"Yes..." Xue Yang watches eagerly as Song Lan's cock hardens against his lips, giving his lover a heated look before he takes the tip into his mouth. He sucks down around it and groans, his own cock twitching in their tight confinement.
Zichen swallows roughly and barely suppresses a shudder. His cock throbs and he moans, his toes curling at the first suck. Xue Yang's mouth is like lava! He is reminded how chilled his skin is and how amazing warmth can feel.
Xue Yang giggles breathily, keeping eye contact as he lets Song Lan's cock sink deeper into his mouth. He's definitely gotten better at swallowing down his lover's impressive cock with practice. His throat automatically relaxes, letting him take him deep.
He puts his hands on Song Lan's thighs, holding on to help him resist touching himself. This is about Song Lan, and he wants his whole focus to be on pleasuring him.
Zichen can't look away. Xue Yang's dark eyes are always so damn mischievous. And beautiful. He bites his lip and groans deeply, his cock twitching against his lover's clever tongue. And then against that wonderfully relaxed throat.
"I'll take care of you." he squeezes the hands on his thighs in promise, dipping forward to kiss the top of his lover's head.
Xue Yang knows that of course, but it always makes him feel so good to be told things like that. He purrs around Song Lan's cock and sucks him down to the root. He moans and keeps it there for as long as he can before he has to pull back for air. He breathes heavily, his gaze growing a little dazed as he sucks hungrily, like he's starved and his lover's cock is going to provide sustenance.
Xue Yang's gaze grows all the more hazy and full of lust as Song Lan loses his composure and self-control. He relaxes his throat even more to handle the thrusts being made into his mouth, his finger digging into his lover's thighs. He moans helplessly, so aroused it's painful as he swallows down every drop of precome that lands on his tongue.
Dizzy with arousal, his cock throbbing and leaking, Zichen licks his lips and tries to find words. The moaning sends a sharp shudder through him and he gasps:
Xue Yang groans and pulls his mouth off of Song Lan's cock. "Good thing I prepared myself for you then... huh?" He grins heatedly and stands up, letting his robe fall off of him completely. His cock is achingly hard in his panties, easily showing through the thin, silky material.
Zichen barely pauses to admire his gorgeous lover. He sweeps Xue Yang into his arms and carries him to their bed. Without looking away, he uses oil on his cock and tugs down those tantalizing panties.
"Very thoughtful of you." he murmurs, pressing the head of his cock against his lover's entrance.
Xue Yang laughs as he's scooped up into his lover's strong arms, playfully swooning and clinging to him like he's a damsel about to be ravished.
He stretches out on the bed, his cock springing free to reveal that he's tied one of Song Lan's spare ribbons around the base of it. A present for his lover to untie when he feels like it~ Xue Yang licks his lips and lifts his legs to expose his slicked up hole for Song Lan's cock, moaning as it presses against him.
Shameless! Absolutely shameless. But all the more desirable because of it. Zichen tosses the panties to the side and presses into Xue Yang, moaning as he is slowly surrounded in incredible heat. He has no idea how long he can last, but he needs this.
Holding Xue Yang's legs over his shoulders, Zichen begins to thrust almost immediately, his hair falling into his eyes.
Shameless and proud! Driving Song Lan out of his mind with pleasure is something he definitely prides himself on being able to do.
Case in point, Song Lan thrusting into him, immediately filling him to the brim and fucking him into their bed. "Ah! A-Lan..." he gasps, his legs trembling against his lover's shoulders as the position gets that thick cock so damn deep... It makes him throb against the ribbon.
Xue Yang has a talent for making him forget his insecurities and his fears. Once, the opposite had been true. He likes how they are now much better.
"A-Yang..." he gasps and thrusts harder, rocking them against the bed...and rocking the bed too. He waits until the last possible moment to pull on the ribbon at the base of Xue Yang's cock.
He sucks in a sharp breath and practically the second he hears gege, he comes. Hard. He fills Xue Yang with a shout, continuing to move and, yes, pulling the ribbon free.
Xue Yang is definitely having fun with the fact that he's found something to call Song Lan in bed that arouses him like that! Xue Yang cries out, legs tightening around his lover when he's filled with such a heavy load.
"Ah, fuck! Gege!" he groans, throwing his head back as his own release follows shortly, splattering his stomach and chest.
It's difficult to explain. Others have called him that before, but there is something about the way Xue Yang says it that drives him mad. He whimpers when his lover follows him, his eyes wide so he doesn't miss a second.
Then, breathing hard, he grabs a towel and cleans them as best as he can. It's just a habit by now.
"A-Yang..." he breathes the name softly before collapsing at Xue Yang's side.
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"Yes." he gasps, pulling back so he can properly see everything, "Show me."
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He shivers and licks his lips, nodding as he pulls his robe open to reveal the lingerie and stockings he's wearing under it. "You like it?" he asks huskily.
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Soft. So soft. Lovelier than silk.
He wants to press himself against his lover with nothing between them.
"Warm me?" he asks, licking his lips, "You're the only one who can."
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With a heated grin, he slips down from Song Lan's lap and in between his legs, immediately reaching up to open his robes and pants.
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As if their world hinges on him. Shrugging off his robe, he bends down and kisses his husband-to-be passionately.
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He then grips around Song Lan's cock and dips his head down to kiss the tip of it.
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"Am I really your favorite treat?" he asks breathlessly, his cock twitching and hardening eagerly at those soft lips, "Mmm..."
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"Take me...neatly..." he teases.
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He puts his hands on Song Lan's thighs, holding on to help him resist touching himself. This is about Song Lan, and he wants his whole focus to be on pleasuring him.
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"I'll take care of you." he squeezes the hands on his thighs in promise, dipping forward to kiss the top of his lover's head.
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"A-...A-Yang!" he whines lowly, his cock throbbing, precome leaking from the tip, "Yes!"
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"I need...to be...inside of you. Now."
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"Very thoughtful of you." he murmurs, pressing the head of his cock against his lover's entrance.
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He stretches out on the bed, his cock springing free to reveal that he's tied one of Song Lan's spare ribbons around the base of it. A present for his lover to untie when he feels like it~ Xue Yang licks his lips and lifts his legs to expose his slicked up hole for Song Lan's cock, moaning as it presses against him.
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Holding Xue Yang's legs over his shoulders, Zichen begins to thrust almost immediately, his hair falling into his eyes.
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Case in point, Song Lan thrusting into him, immediately filling him to the brim and fucking him into their bed. "Ah! A-Lan..." he gasps, his legs trembling against his lover's shoulders as the position gets that thick cock so damn deep... It makes him throb against the ribbon.
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"A-Yang..." he gasps and thrusts harder, rocking them against the bed...and rocking the bed too. He waits until the last possible moment to pull on the ribbon at the base of Xue Yang's cock.
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He leans up to suck hungrily at Song Lan's lips. "Want you to come inside me..." he breathes, "Please, gege~."
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"Xue Yang!"
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"Ah, fuck! Gege!" he groans, throwing his head back as his own release follows shortly, splattering his stomach and chest.
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Then, breathing hard, he grabs a towel and cleans them as best as he can. It's just a habit by now.
"A-Yang..." he breathes the name softly before collapsing at Xue Yang's side.
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