Xue Yang is certainly not incapable of empathy. It's just hard to muster up most of the time because of how he's been treated most of his life.
"Mm..." He lets out a pleased little sound when he's kissed. He runs his hands down Song Lan's chest, fingers rubbing over nipples and feeling along muscles to find out where the other man is sensitive. Eventually, he guides one of Song Lan's hands to his own robes, encouraging him to do some exploring of his own.
Zichen will find more reasons for him to exercise the emotion. He finds it easiest to be kind to animals, but obviously he can't bring Xue Yang anything that bites.
Of course all of that is in the back of his mind as he is kissed and stripped. His body is strong and muscular, honed for defending himself or others whether he has a sword or not. Even in a fist-fight, Song Zichen would fare well.
The sensitivity of his skin - and his nipples - has him making sounds. He detests his voice, but he can't help the groans. When his hand is drawn to Xue Yang's robes, he pulls them open hurriedly, sliding his hands over the bare body beneath them.
That strength is hot. It's something Xue Yang has always been attracted to, what had first caught his eye about Xiao Xingchen (and Song Lan too).
"Fuck," Xue Yang gasps when he suddenly has large hands touching his skin. He sucks down hard on Song Lan's lips, moaning needily. He has no patience when he's being touched, immediately wanting more. Craving it. He runs a hand down to grope Song Lan through his pants, wanting to feel if he's hard too.
Then a kitten or two. Babies would be best and Xue Yang has to take care of them patiently. Zichen will check in often, of course, because kittens.
Growling in his throat, he rids himself of his robes and crawls over Xue Yang. He pushes the robes - both outer and inner - open and strokes his hands up and down the other man's sides, playing with his nipples too.
"Ahm!" he winces at the sound, looking away in embarrassment. However the hardness pressed against Xue Yang's hand definitely gives him away. Yes, he is interested.
Fuck. That growl... Xue Yang feels an intense pang of pleasure, causing his cock to harden further. And then Song Lan crawls on top of him, making him even more aroused. He licks his lips and drapes his arms around the other man's neck so he can reach up and loosen his hair.
His own nipples are very sensitive, immediately hardening under Song Lan's hands. He arches up, shuddering as he reaches down to undo the other man's pants too. Feeling how hard he is has him incredibly eager to see and feel that cock without any barriers in between. He's just as hard himself, of course.
Everything is happening so quickly and, in a way, that's good. Zichen doesn't want to think right now. His sore heart and his self-disgust haven't stopped Xue Yang from wanting him. Zichen wants to be wanted and needed. He is tired of being alone.
They are the same in that. His trousers come off easily, revealing him to his new...lover? Is that what they are? Words are so useless at conveying everything a mind and a heart feels.
Right now? They are two sides of the same coin, looking for comfort.
Zichen pulls down Xue Yang's trousers and shudders at the erection he finds. Now he is lost again and he looks up at Xue Yang, questioning him.
Oh, that's so much better. Xue Yang kicks his pants all the way off before focusing entirely on Song Lan's cock. Fuck. It's big. He shivers and takes it in his hand, stroking it, the look in his eyes growing hazy with lust.
He does notice the questioning look on Song Lan's face and giggles a little. "Do you have anything in that pouch of yours that's slippery? Oil, ointment, anything like that." He still hasn't gotten anything like that himself, but he's only slept with Meng Yao since coming here so it hasn't really been a priority.
He fumbles, looking for his pouch, his eyes almost fluttering closed. The hand on his arousal is making thinking very difficult. He swells under Xue Yang's touch, hard and aching.
Finally he pulls his pouch to his chest and reaches inside. Some of the salve he had used on Xue Yang's knuckles should work, right? He pulls out the bottle and then drags Xue Yang into a hard kiss.
Xue Yang grins heatedly at the eager responses he's getting from Song Lan. Fuck, being wanted feels so good.
He moans into the kiss, arching up again to rub their erections together, needily gasping and panting. "F-Fuck, put some on your fingers and put them in me," he manages to get out against Song Lan's lips. He wants to be filled up so badly.
Fingers... Inside. To stretch? Zichen tilts his head, considering, his lips swollen from their kisses. He coats his fingers in the salve and then seeks out Xue Yang's entrance. Upon finding the hole, he caresses around it first before adding any pressure.
Xue Yang is hot. Imagining himself surrounded by heat excites him and Zichen pushes a finger inside, gasping.
Xue Yang draws his legs up, puts them on Song Lan's shoulders to make it easier for him. He bites his lip in anticipation when he feels that questing finger rubbing him in such a sensitive place. When the finger slides inside he moans.
"Uh-huh, just like that..." he breathes encouragingly.
Blinking, Zichen accepts the new position and quickly realizes how...useful...it will be. He strokes over the inside of Xue Yang's thigh and kisses the tender skin. Will he be comfortable like this?
The moan gives him his answer and he smiles a bit, pressing his finger deeper. His cock jumps eagerly, pressing against his stomach.
"Mmm..." Xue Yang's cheeks flush a little when he's kissed like that. His thighs are very sensitive too, and the lips and fingers caressing the skin there makes his cock twitch against his stomach.
"F-Fuck... mnn, deeper. There's a really good spot..." Xue Yang breathes as he presses down on that finger.
Noticing that Xue Yang likes being kissed there, Zichen continues, sucking on the tender skin until he leaves behind an imprint of his teeth. His eyes widen at the encouragement and he presses his finger as deep as he can, thrusting and curling the digit ever so slightly.
A really good spot? Will he know when he has found it?
Oh, that's hot... Xue Yang really wants those marks, wants to be able to feel them when he rubs his thighs together. Know that Song Lan had been there...
He definitely will! When he finds the right spot, Xue Yang gasps loudly, head thrown back and toes curling. "Fuck! Y-Yeah, right there!"
Zichen marks the other leg too, so the thighs match. It would be rude to leave Xue Yang lopsided! Though the idea does amuse him.
The sight of the other man gasping for him - all because of something he did - makes Zichen's eyes burn traitorously. Now is not the time to cry! And yet...
Being wanted and being able to answer that need like this... It is good. Zichen busies himself, kissing along Xue Yang's thighs as he adds another finger.
This is definitely a much more pleasant way to deal with their combined grief! Xue Yang feels himself getting lost in the pleasure Song Lan is providing. He likes the matching marks on the insides of his thighs! Having them both aching a little... it's so good.
The second finger makes him mewl in pleasure, his rocking growing a little desperate. "Yes, fuck, more," he gasps, heels digging into Song Lan's back.
Pleasant, but temporary. Zichen pants, his lips parted as he rubs his cheeks against Xue Yang's thighs. He barely blinks as he works his fingers into the other man's heat, shivers running up and down his spine and pooling in his groin.
Oh he wants him. Admitting that feels insane - and probably is - yet he can't stop this.
A third finger is added and he thrusts them harder. They both know he is...blessed. Xue Yang needs to be stretched properly.
Definitely temporary, but Xue Yang has never been one to think about long-term consequences.
"Song Lan," he gasps, a soft whine leaving his lips when a third finger slips inside of him, filling him even more. It feels so damn good, but he knows that it could get better and he's too impatient to wait any longer. "Fuck, give me your cock!"
He nearly drops the bottle of salve, but somehow manages to retain his hold on it and coat his cock with its contents. That whine - and hearing his name - truly drive him mad and he replaces his fingers with said cock, guiding himself into Xue Yang's tight heat.
It's better than he thought it would be. He shudders from head to toe and moans.
Being able to have that effect on Song Lan is very pleasing! Xue Yang lets out a low, needy groan and slides his legs further down on his unexpected lover's back when the fingers leave him.
"Fuck, fuck," he gasps when that thick cock takes their place. The stretch is incredible, making it feel like he's entirely filled up. "A-Ah, you're so fucking big, holy shit." It's not a complaint!
The motion brings them closer and Zichen gives into his desire, kissing Xue Yang until he is breathless. The gasps and comment about his size earn a wry grin. Now he knows something new about himself!
One of his hands wraps around Xue Yang's throat, reminding the other man that he has control - so Xue Yang better play nice. Then he begins to rock, thrusting in and out.
Those kisses are very welcomed. Xue Yang moans, gasps as he tries to keep up. Difficult when he's feeling so good.
And then Song Lan grabs him by the throat and he feels his cock throb, spilling precome onto his stomach. He locks eyes with Song Lan, almost as if daring him to tighten his grip, pupils blown wide with desire. Especially since the other man chooses that moment to start moving. The thought of having bruises from Song Lan's hand around his throat makes him tighten up around him.
His fingers do tighten and Zichen gives himself permission, silently, to vent some of his anger too. His feelings towards Xue Yang are complicated - and they have been complicated for some time. He had almost been driven completely insane by this man and for what?
Thrusting harder, he grits his teeth and groans. Maybe pleasure and pain will always be mixed for them. He meets the dark gaze of his sudden lover and presses their foreheads together.
Xue Yang can feel that anger and he relishes in it. He probably shouldn't, but it feels oddly cathartic for him too. Yes, choke him. Yes, fuck him so hard he forgets to think. It's just what he wants.
The harder thrusts make him shudder all over, tightening further around the thick cock relentlessly thrusting into him. "Ah, shit, fuck, just like t-that," he moans even as it gets a little harder to breathe. He's close already, cock dripping heavily onto his stomach.
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"Mm..." He lets out a pleased little sound when he's kissed. He runs his hands down Song Lan's chest, fingers rubbing over nipples and feeling along muscles to find out where the other man is sensitive. Eventually, he guides one of Song Lan's hands to his own robes, encouraging him to do some exploring of his own.
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Of course all of that is in the back of his mind as he is kissed and stripped. His body is strong and muscular, honed for defending himself or others whether he has a sword or not. Even in a fist-fight, Song Zichen would fare well.
The sensitivity of his skin - and his nipples - has him making sounds. He detests his voice, but he can't help the groans. When his hand is drawn to Xue Yang's robes, he pulls them open hurriedly, sliding his hands over the bare body beneath them.
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That strength is hot. It's something Xue Yang has always been attracted to, what had first caught his eye about Xiao Xingchen (and Song Lan too).
"Fuck," Xue Yang gasps when he suddenly has large hands touching his skin. He sucks down hard on Song Lan's lips, moaning needily. He has no patience when he's being touched, immediately wanting more. Craving it. He runs a hand down to grope Song Lan through his pants, wanting to feel if he's hard too.
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Growling in his throat, he rids himself of his robes and crawls over Xue Yang. He pushes the robes - both outer and inner - open and strokes his hands up and down the other man's sides, playing with his nipples too.
"Ahm!" he winces at the sound, looking away in embarrassment. However the hardness pressed against Xue Yang's hand definitely gives him away. Yes, he is interested.
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His own nipples are very sensitive, immediately hardening under Song Lan's hands. He arches up, shuddering as he reaches down to undo the other man's pants too. Feeling how hard he is has him incredibly eager to see and feel that cock without any barriers in between. He's just as hard himself, of course.
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They are the same in that. His trousers come off easily, revealing him to his new...lover? Is that what they are? Words are so useless at conveying everything a mind and a heart feels.
Right now? They are two sides of the same coin, looking for comfort.
Zichen pulls down Xue Yang's trousers and shudders at the erection he finds. Now he is lost again and he looks up at Xue Yang, questioning him.
What do they do?
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He does notice the questioning look on Song Lan's face and giggles a little. "Do you have anything in that pouch of yours that's slippery? Oil, ointment, anything like that." He still hasn't gotten anything like that himself, but he's only slept with Meng Yao since coming here so it hasn't really been a priority.
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Finally he pulls his pouch to his chest and reaches inside. Some of the salve he had used on Xue Yang's knuckles should work, right? He pulls out the bottle and then drags Xue Yang into a hard kiss.
What does he do with it?
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He moans into the kiss, arching up again to rub their erections together, needily gasping and panting. "F-Fuck, put some on your fingers and put them in me," he manages to get out against Song Lan's lips. He wants to be filled up so badly.
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Xue Yang is hot. Imagining himself surrounded by heat excites him and Zichen pushes a finger inside, gasping.
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"Uh-huh, just like that..." he breathes encouragingly.
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The moan gives him his answer and he smiles a bit, pressing his finger deeper. His cock jumps eagerly, pressing against his stomach.
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"F-Fuck... mnn, deeper. There's a really good spot..." Xue Yang breathes as he presses down on that finger.
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A really good spot? Will he know when he has found it?
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He definitely will! When he finds the right spot, Xue Yang gasps loudly, head thrown back and toes curling. "Fuck! Y-Yeah, right there!"
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The sight of the other man gasping for him - all because of something he did - makes Zichen's eyes burn traitorously. Now is not the time to cry! And yet...
Being wanted and being able to answer that need like this... It is good. Zichen busies himself, kissing along Xue Yang's thighs as he adds another finger.
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The second finger makes him mewl in pleasure, his rocking growing a little desperate. "Yes, fuck, more," he gasps, heels digging into Song Lan's back.
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Oh he wants him. Admitting that feels insane - and probably is - yet he can't stop this.
A third finger is added and he thrusts them harder. They both know he is...blessed. Xue Yang needs to be stretched properly.
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"Song Lan," he gasps, a soft whine leaving his lips when a third finger slips inside of him, filling him even more. It feels so damn good, but he knows that it could get better and he's too impatient to wait any longer. "Fuck, give me your cock!"
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It's better than he thought it would be. He shudders from head to toe and moans.
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"Fuck, fuck," he gasps when that thick cock takes their place. The stretch is incredible, making it feel like he's entirely filled up. "A-Ah, you're so fucking big, holy shit." It's not a complaint!
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One of his hands wraps around Xue Yang's throat, reminding the other man that he has control - so Xue Yang better play nice. Then he begins to rock, thrusting in and out.
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And then Song Lan grabs him by the throat and he feels his cock throb, spilling precome onto his stomach. He locks eyes with Song Lan, almost as if daring him to tighten his grip, pupils blown wide with desire. Especially since the other man chooses that moment to start moving. The thought of having bruises from Song Lan's hand around his throat makes him tighten up around him.
"F-Fuck, ah, fuck, harder," he breathes.
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Thrusting harder, he grits his teeth and groans. Maybe pleasure and pain will always be mixed for them. He meets the dark gaze of his sudden lover and presses their foreheads together.
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The harder thrusts make him shudder all over, tightening further around the thick cock relentlessly thrusting into him. "Ah, shit, fuck, just like t-that," he moans even as it gets a little harder to breathe. He's close already, cock dripping heavily onto his stomach.
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