Xue Yang grins. "Mmm, you do! Was that your plan all along?" he teases.
He bites his lip in anticipation when he feels Song Lan's cock against him. He spreads his legs a little wider and presses himself back against it, his body eager to accept him inside again.
"Mm no. I wanted to understand you first and foremost." Zichen speaks huskily, "But then I noticed... You. I'm not sure how many people have seen you, A-Yang." he enters his lover slowly, carefully, "When you started to rely on me, I knew. I knew this is where I need to be."
Xue Yang blushes. He hadn't expected for his silly tease to get such a serious response, and the nice things Song Lan is saying are frankly uncalled for!
"...A-Lan..." he murmurs, gasping softly as his lover sinks into him, "I love you..."
"I love you too, my A-Yang." Zichen rumbles, moaning against his shoulder, "I won't let anyone from your past hurt you...or use you. You're not alone." he shivers and buries himself in his soon-to-be husband.
Xue Yang lets out a gasping moan, his cock twitching against the mattress as he's entered. "A-Lan, my A-Lan," he moans, rocking himself back on his lover's cock. "We'll be, ah, safe together..." He'll never let anyone hurt Song Lan either. Not even himself.
He knows that. He trusts that. Xue Yang is a new man and Zichen will protect him fiercely. If there ever was a demon in his love, that demon has been exorcised. Now... Now he's just a man with a sweet smile, an adorable laugh and a big heart. Oh and mischief. Xue Yang will always have his mischief.
"Always." he breathes and pulls back before thrusting forward, shuddering, "I love you. You are part of me."
Song Lan has really made Xue Yang want to be better, to do better. He's been so happy these past several months, and he wants nothing more than for that to continue.
"A-Ah! I love you t-too!" Xue Yang cries out, immediately rocking himself back onto his lover's cock, hard enough to make his ass jiggle. "Fuck, you feel so good!"
The sharp change has bolstered his confidence and his courage. This man - who used to be a monster from his deepest nightmares - won't hurt him. He fully believes Xue Yang is no longer a threat to anyone (at least anyone who doesn't threaten him first). And, more than that, Zichen has found...something amazing again. Love.
He gasps and spanks his husband-to-be, laughing lowly.
"How's this?" he chooses a slow, seductive rhythm, kissing down his lover's back and spanking him at random.
Xue Yang had used to loathe this man. He'd blamed him for everything that had gone wrong in Yi City, refusing to accept that he himself was ultimately the one responsible. Song Lan had just been a convenient scapegoat for all the things he regretted and hated himself for.
And somehow, they've ended up like this. Lovers. Engaged. Having amazing fucking sex.
He moans louder, the stinging pain making his cock throb. "A-Ah, A-Lan...!" he whines, throwing his head back, "Y-You're fucking perfect..." He digs his hands into the sheets as he's fucked so deep and slow. "Mnn, pull my hair..."
Xue Yang has shown him another man; another side and a heart worth saving. Zichen left his fury back in Yi City, buried with poor Xingchen and A-Qing. The path he learned from his Master - the path he chooses to follow - has no room for vengeance. Besides, he already killed Xue Yang. That monster is dead.
The Xue Yang in his arms is a new man who has so much to offer the world.
And him.
Grabbing a handful of gorgeous hair, Zichen tugs on the strands, continuing his relentless thrusts. He groans and chuckles, bending forward to suck on Xue Yang's shoulder.
A fresh start is what they both need, to allow them to build something new and good once they return home. Xue Yang doesn't want to slip back into old, bad habits. At least he knows that he'll have Song Lan there to support him.
The tightening at this scalp sends shivers rushing down his spine, making his cock twitch against the mattress. "Ah! A-Lan!" he moans, tightening himself up around his lover's cock when those thrusts grow faster and harder. "Ye-Yes, gege, fuck me," he gasps.
What they have has to strengthen. It has to be so good that they can withstand meeting others from their previous life. Zichen has no interest in keeping company with anyone he once knew or crossed paths with, but he is aware he will need to defend Xue Yang eventually.
And he won't fail.
Of course those are coherent thoughts meant for later. They are celebrating now. Zichen gives over to wild instinct and pounds into Xue Yang, knowing his lover will be sore. But he will take care of him. The sounds leaving his lips are almost like rough purrs or growls; nothing could feel better than this.
Xue Yang doesn't mind the roughness for even a second. No, he craves it. Loves feeling Song Lan inside even after he's pulled out.
"A-Lan!" he cries out, rocking himself needily onto Song Lan's thick cock. "I l-love you!" He practically sobs when he comes hard against the sheets, his body tightening up around his lover's cock.
The cry shakes him to his core and Zichen releases hard, sobbing against Xue Yang's hair. He keeps moving until he is soft, moaning as he pulls free and collapses beside his lover.
"A-Yang..." he gathers the younger man into his arms immediately, kissing the side of his head.
Xue Yang flushes and slips his arms around Song Lan's neck, holding him closer and nuzzling him.
"I should be the one thanking you... for giving me a chance, for believing in me and just... you've been here for me. You didn't give up on me, even when I was a total asshole." He laughs a little, tears pricking in his eyes again. "I love you."
He is just fine being pressed flush with the younger man, his eyelids drooping in contentment. He rubs over Xue Yang's warm back and kisses his shoulder.
"You've... You've done the same for me." his voice shakes, "So much has happened between us, A-Yang. But we've always been like that, haven't we? Our emotions have always been passionate. Anger... Hate. And now love." he pauses, "I know you won't hurt me or anyone else. I trust you."
Xue Yang grins warmly. "Mmm, we've always felt strongly about each other, one way or the other."
He kisses the top of Song Lan's head. "I can promise I won't do it deliberately," he murmurs. He doesn't want to, but he knows that it's quite possible that his past will catch up to him once they return home.
"Mm we have. I can't be ambivalent about you." Zichen closes his eyes and sighs under the kiss, "I know you won't. There will be obstacles before us, but I won't let go of you. I won't abandon you."
He hopes they can just...go off together and be done with the wider Cultivation world.
"Yeah. I trust you. You know that's not easy for me, so I trust you to not make me regret it. And I won't make you regret trusting in me either."
He tilts Song Lan's head up so he can kiss him on the lips. He'd love to leave the cultivation world behind too. It's nothing to do with them anyway. They're both outsiders who don't care for sect politics. All Xue Yang had ever wanted, he understands now, is to feel safe. Against all odds, he's found that with Song Lan.
"A-Yang. Xue Yang." Zichen murmurs warmly, lifting his head and meeting his lover's gaze, "I will never betray you. I will never send you away or leave your side. If something ever separates us know that I will find my way back to you."
Hadn't he done just that in the river? He sinks into the kiss with a soft hum, entwining their legs. This man, once the murderer of his family, is his. Xue Yang has chosen a different path and Zichen knows his lover mourns what he did. He can ask no more from him - and he won't. The agony and madness of the past is behind them for good.
Xue Yang deepens the kiss, pouring all of his love into it. "A-Lan..." he murmurs between their lips, "I know. You came for me... in the river. I thought I was gonna die, and all I could think about was you. And then you came for me." He smiles and nudges their foreheads together.
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He bites his lip in anticipation when he feels Song Lan's cock against him. He spreads his legs a little wider and presses himself back against it, his body eager to accept him inside again.
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"...A-Lan..." he murmurs, gasping softly as his lover sinks into him, "I love you..."
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"Always." he breathes and pulls back before thrusting forward, shuddering, "I love you. You are part of me."
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"A-Ah! I love you t-too!" Xue Yang cries out, immediately rocking himself back onto his lover's cock, hard enough to make his ass jiggle. "Fuck, you feel so good!"
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He gasps and spanks his husband-to-be, laughing lowly.
"How's this?" he chooses a slow, seductive rhythm, kissing down his lover's back and spanking him at random.
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And somehow, they've ended up like this. Lovers. Engaged. Having amazing fucking sex.
He moans louder, the stinging pain making his cock throb. "A-Ah, A-Lan...!" he whines, throwing his head back, "Y-You're fucking perfect..." He digs his hands into the sheets as he's fucked so deep and slow. "Mnn, pull my hair..."
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The Xue Yang in his arms is a new man who has so much to offer the world.
And him.
Grabbing a handful of gorgeous hair, Zichen tugs on the strands, continuing his relentless thrusts. He groans and chuckles, bending forward to suck on Xue Yang's shoulder.
"I love you."
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The tightening at this scalp sends shivers rushing down his spine, making his cock twitch against the mattress. "Ah! A-Lan!" he moans, tightening himself up around his lover's cock when those thrusts grow faster and harder. "Ye-Yes, gege, fuck me," he gasps.
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And he won't fail.
Of course those are coherent thoughts meant for later. They are celebrating now. Zichen gives over to wild instinct and pounds into Xue Yang, knowing his lover will be sore. But he will take care of him. The sounds leaving his lips are almost like rough purrs or growls; nothing could feel better than this.
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"A-Lan!" he cries out, rocking himself needily onto Song Lan's thick cock. "I l-love you!" He practically sobs when he comes hard against the sheets, his body tightening up around his lover's cock.
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"A-Yang..." he gathers the younger man into his arms immediately, kissing the side of his head.
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"A-Lan..." he murmurs breathily, his lips pressed to his lover's chest.
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"This might be my favorite birthday."
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"Thank you." he tucks his face against Xue Yang's neck, "You've given me...everything. I love you, A-Yang."
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"I should be the one thanking you... for giving me a chance, for believing in me and just... you've been here for me. You didn't give up on me, even when I was a total asshole." He laughs a little, tears pricking in his eyes again. "I love you."
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"You've... You've done the same for me." his voice shakes, "So much has happened between us, A-Yang. But we've always been like that, haven't we? Our emotions have always been passionate. Anger... Hate. And now love." he pauses, "I know you won't hurt me or anyone else. I trust you."
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He kisses the top of Song Lan's head. "I can promise I won't do it deliberately," he murmurs. He doesn't want to, but he knows that it's quite possible that his past will catch up to him once they return home.
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He hopes they can just...go off together and be done with the wider Cultivation world.
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He tilts Song Lan's head up so he can kiss him on the lips. He'd love to leave the cultivation world behind too. It's nothing to do with them anyway. They're both outsiders who don't care for sect politics. All Xue Yang had ever wanted, he understands now, is to feel safe. Against all odds, he's found that with Song Lan.
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Hadn't he done just that in the river? He sinks into the kiss with a soft hum, entwining their legs. This man, once the murderer of his family, is his. Xue Yang has chosen a different path and Zichen knows his lover mourns what he did. He can ask no more from him - and he won't. The agony and madness of the past is behind them for good.
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