zichen | IC CONTACT

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.

"F-Fuck, ah, fuck, harder," he breathes.

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.

None of this is healthy. None of this is a good idea. Even so, they have both lived through hell - a hell caused by one of them - and this is a release of sorts. Physically...and mentally.

So Zichen takes Xue Yang hard, pounding him against the bed, tightening his grip on his throat and then...easing his hold. He doesn't want the other man to stop breathing. No, they are in this together for better or worse.

And it feels too good to stop. Zichen twitches inside of Xue Yang, precome gathering at the tip of his arousal. Gasping and moaning, he continues to move until he comes hard, filling Xue Yang, somehow making the other man his.

Xue Yang feels dizzy with pleasure and the lack of air when Song Lan tightens his grip around his throat. The relentless pace has his bed creaking and complaining under them, but Xue Yang sure as hell doesn't care. He's never been fucked so well before. When the grip loosens he gasps, whining when Song Lan fills him with molten heat moments later.

He rocks himself down on his cock, needy and desperate, before he too comes, so hard that his vision goes dark for a moment.

The broken cry Zichen gives as Xue Yang climaxes too is paired with tears. Frustrated tears. He releases his hold on the other man's throat and leans down, listening to Xue Yang's heartbeat. It's good to hear the rhythm, yet it adds to his frustration.

They really are in this mess together. Shaking, he pulls free and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. It's so cold; he wants to dive back into their pleasurable distraction, but no. He can't. He has to face the truth.

Once he comes to, Song Lan has already pulled out and looks like he wants to run away. Of course. It's not like he should have expected differently.

"Are you leaving?" he asks, trying to sound like he doesn't care.

It takes him too long to find the communicator. When he does, he fumbles, unsure what to say.

"Xue Yang..." he almost wishes he could say that name, "I don't know."

Anything. This is brand new territory.

"Did I hurt you?"

Honestly, Xue Yang wishes he could hear Song Lan's voice too. The voice coming out of the communicator just isn't right.

"No." The bruises forming on his throat might tell a different story, but... "I liked it."

No, he doesn't like it either. But he is grateful he has some way to communicate that doesn't mean scratching on wood or dirt.

"Your throat." he motions with his hand, "Sorry."

"I liked it," he repeats, lifting a hand to trace along where Song Lan's hand had been around his throat. Finally, he sits up and scoots to Song Lan's side, draping the blanket over both their shoulders.

...Xue Yang likes...rough sex. Zichen honestly can't imagine them having anything else. There are too many emotions roiling between them and yet...

The small gesture of feeling a blanket...and having company...makes something inside of him soften.

"You made me feel...wanted."

Of course. It's Xue Yang, after all. Song Lan would've had to have been much, much rougher for him to not enjoy it.

He leans slightly against Song Lan's shoulder. "I did... want it." You, he doesn't say, but it's implied.

That feeling of softness blooms dangerously into something Zichen can't name. He glances at Xue Yang cautiously, like a frightened animal, before getting control of himself.

"I don't think it's any surprise that I did too."

His body had given him away.

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