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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!"

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.

Xue Yang whines as he writhes on Song Lan's cock, riding the high of his orgasm until he starts to come down from it, shuddering all over with pleasure.

"Mmmm... A-Lan," he breathes with a satisfied grin as he curls up against his lover. "You're so fucking hot when you get like that..."

Zichen decides that Xue Yang can ride him as much as he likes - for as long as he likes! He smiles breathlessly at his lover's side and kisses his shoulder slowly.

"I enjoyed...my gift." he sighs and gently takes down Xue Yang's now mussed hair, "I've made a mess of you. I'm sorry about your hair."

Xue Yang giggles and leans in close to kiss him. "I wanted you to make a mess of me," he purrs, "You can keep doing it. Gege~" His eyes sparkle mischievously.

He chuckles shakily and presses into the kiss. "You did, did you?" he grips the back of Xue Yang's neck and pulls him into another kiss, "You dressed up for me, had dinner ready and got on your knees for me. I'm not done with you yet."

A pleasant shiver runs down Xue Yang's spine. Oh, he likes the sound of that! He lets out a pleased sound into the kiss, clasping Song Lan's face between his hands as he returns it. "Mmm... good, because I haven't had enough," he breathes, licking over his lover's lips.

"Mm first... Let me see this outfit of yours." Zichen straddles Xue Yang and pets over the bra, admiring the soft cups, "You know, as pretty as it is, I think I prefer your skin." he nuzzles the hands that hold his face, groaning under the tongue.

Xue Yang grins and spreads out so that Song Lan can admire the bra, the leather straps and the stockings. "Mm, I found it in the Barge wardrobe. Wanted to try something different for you." He chuckles a bit when the cups are touched. "I'm pretty sure it's for women though, but..." He shrugs. "I thought it looked pretty."

Zichen tugs at the bra, the straps and the stockings, getting to know them intimately.

"You're gorgeous." he says huskily, lifting the bra to kiss a nipple bud, "Are they for women?" he blinks and tilts his head, "I suppose I can see the use of this..." the bra, "for breasts, but I like A-Yang's chest."

"I think so. The way the top garment is designed, it seems to be for someone with breasts." A soft sound leaves him when his nipple is kissed, making it stiffen. "Mmm... and the undergarment was really tight. I don't think it was meant for a dick."

He giggles a little and slips an arm around Song Lan's neck while the other strokes down his chest. "I like A-Lan's chest."

He smirks and shakes his head, cupping Xue Yang's cock and stroking the poor appendage. Those panties hadn't been playing fair!

"I'm glad I removed it." for many reasons. His eyes lid and he glances down at his chest, a little embarrassed. He truly isn't accustomed to compliments and yet Xue Yang gives them to him freely.

"I don't think I will wear a bra for you, A-Yang."

Xue Yang lets out a low groan, rocking into his lover's hand as his cock twitches.

He giggles and cups Song Lan's chest, brazenly groping his pecs. "Why not? Yours are bigger than mine so I think it would fit you better!"

Zichen takes his time, his callused fingers teasing along every inch of his lover's cock. He circles the base with a finger and teases the tip with gentle pressure from his thumb.

"I have muscles." he growls, arousal shooting down his spine at the groping, "I don't need the bra for them to stay in place."

Xue Yang just continues to giggle as he gropes Song Lan's chest and runs his hand all over him, greedily. He leans up to nip along his lover's jawline. "No, but I think it'd look kinda hot..." he purrs, "It's not like I need tit support either." He laughs and nips at Song Lan's ear.

"It would need to be bigger." Zichen gasps and slides a hand down Xue Yang's abdomen, "I'm larger across than you." he snorts and lifts the bra as if checking if Xue Yang needs the support, "Mm I suppose you're right."

"Mmm, you are..." Xue Yang breathes, both looking and sounding very pleased with that fact. He loves Song Lan's body. He could look at and touch it for hours... He rubs over Song Lan's nipples, lightly pinching and tugging at them to make them stiffen.

Zichen ducks his head, warmed by the unspoken praise. Xue Yang is much kinder than he knows - and that trait seems to be progressing daily.

"Ah..." he groans and his cock twitches between his legs, stiffening, "I can't believe you're talking me into it."

Xue Yang laughs breathily. "Am I? Good~ It'd be for my eyes only anyway, and I think it'd be sexy..." He grins and tugs at one of his nipples, shuddering under him.

"It better be." for his eyes only! Zichen growls and then, purposefully, slows his motions, stroking over Xue Yang's chest and thighs softly.

"A-Yang, will you let me see your back? I don't give that side of you enough attention."

The growl sends a very pleasant shiver rushing through Xue Yang. "Only for you, gege~," he breathes, grinning playfully.

He smiles and rolls over onto his stomach, wiggling his ass and hips. His messy hair falls down his shoulders and spills along his back. "Like this?"

The wiggling makes him laugh and Zichen kisses the center of Xue Yang's back.

"Imp." he runs his fingers through Xue Yang's hair and gently sweeps it to the side, "Perfect. You're perfect."

Using more oil, he makes sure his lover is still slick, teasing him with his fingers.

Xue Yang's cheeks warm. Being complimented is still such a nice, flustering thing. He really does feel beautiful when Song Lan looks at him and touches him.

"A-Ah... A-Lan..." he breathes, spreading his legs when he feels his lover's fingers there. His hole is still stretched, slick with oil and Song Lan's previous release, which is slowly leaking out of him.

The leaking fluid gets his attention and Zichen caresses the outer rim of Xue Yang's entrance.

"Are you sore at all?" he offers healing energy regardless and kisses a line down his lover's spine, "Mm..." he sneakily unhooks the bra, chuckling.

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