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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.

[zichen]

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.

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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.

[zichen]

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.

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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.

[zichen]

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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

[zichen]

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."

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"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.

[zichen]

...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."

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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.

[zichen]

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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This is dangerous, but Xue Yang can't help soaking up the attention from someone who is, amazingly, not rejecting him.

He chuckles a little. "No. You were enthusiastic."

[zichen]

The chuckle sends tingles over his skin. Zichen closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy them. The pleasure won't last. It can't.

"You almost drove me insane. I thought killing you was what I wanted. But it wasn't."

This... Tonight... Had been closer. And that frightens him.

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A shiver rushes down Xue Yang's spine. This scares him too, but the thought of being alone scares him more.

"I still hate you," he says, but it doesn't sound true. Doesn't feel it either. "But I... don't want you dead. You know. Deader than you are already." No one has ever accused Xue Yang of being the tactful type.

[zichen]

Zichen lets out a sound dangerously close to a laugh. He glances at Xue Yang with a softer, milder expression.

"Don't tell me you have slept with corpses."

Please.

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Xue Yang snorts in amusement and nudges him. "You're the first."

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"Thank goodness." Zichen sighs and presses a rough kiss against Xue Yang's temple, "Keep it that way."

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"Why? Would you be jealous?" Xue Yang can't resist teasing as he puts a hand on Song Lan's thigh.

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"Disgusting." Zichen makes a face and grips Xue Yang's chin, "I might be almost a corpse, but I'm clean."

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Xue Yang laughs, a shiver rushing down his spine when his chin is gripped. "Mmm. Well, you're a little messy now." He gives a pointed look down between Song Lan's legs.

[zichen]

"I blame you." Zichen pulls Xue Yang's attention away from his...mess...and kisses him hard, sucking and biting his lower lip. Then he shudders and adds:

"We both need a bath."

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"Mm, I take full respon-" is all Xue Yang manages to say before he's kissed so hungrily. Fuck. He squeezes Song Lan's thigh, groaning into the kiss. When it's broken he's breathing heavily and gives the other man a hazy look. "You can't kiss me like that if you're not planning on fucking me again."