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[Huaisang moans as the second finger pushes inside of him. He grinds his hips back into it, whimpering his pleas for more and squirming against Xue Yang's hold on him. He's impatient and needy, heart aching for his beloved.] Please, my love, my husband, please, let me take you.

[Hunger overwhelms his desire to tease. Xue Yang pants, pulling his fingers free and quickly replacing them with his cock. He loves being inside of his lover too much; he can't hold himself back forever. Groaning loudly as he slides further inside, he smiles breathlessly.]

Just let me love you.

[Huaisang keens as Xue Yang fills him, giving him what he needs so much. He rocks his hips back into it, wiggling a little and smiling at his lover over his shoulder.] Pin me down. I want to feel your chest against my back.

My hair might tickle you. [Xue Yang proves that point by doing as Huaisang asks, rocking while inside of his lover. The soft ends of the black strands brush against Huaisang's shoulders, but it can't be denied that he enjoys all of this delicious contact.]

You feel amazing. [He takes a breath and then begins to thrust into his beloved, gradually building the force and pace.]

I like it when you tickle me. [Huaisang moans as Xue Yang presses closer, pinning him down with his weight as he rocks his hips inside. Huaisang can't do much to help like this, but he writhes and clenches around Xue Yang, whimpering desperately for more.] Ah! Xue Yang. Bite... please bite. [Huaisang grins and wiggles beneath him. He always loves being bitten along the back of his neck when Xue Yang is taking him from behind.]

You should be careful, SangSang, or I will tickle you until you can't breathe.

[He doesn't need help; he wants to pleasure his lover so intensely that he longs for him when they are apart. The clenching makes him growl and he parts his lips, biting into the skin of Huaisang's neck. His unusually sharp canine teeth make indentations with ease and he licks the redness, groaning.]

Promises, promises.

[Huaisang keens as Xue Yang bites him, claiming him. He feels so exquisitely vulnerable, claimed, safe.] A-Yang! Xue Yang. I love you. I need you.

[Writhing up beneath him, Huaisang whines with need, grinding his hips against his lover to get him as deep as possible.] I love it when you take me like this. I feel like I belong to you completely.

I come through on my promises!

[He huffs and licks his lips, scratching his nails down Huaisang's back in long lines. Thrusting in a perfect rhythm, he moans, long and low.]

You have me, love. You have me.

[For always. He whimpers as he slides deeper, his head spinning.]

Who...says...you don't? [Xue Yang narrows his dark eyes and smirks, face flushed.] You are mine.

[He emphasizes that with a harder thrust. There.]

[Huaisang moans at the nails dragging down his back, making him shudder and tremble beneath Xue Yang. Each thrust makes him whimper with pleasure, feeling utterly complete as Xue Yang fills him to the hilt.] I'm yours. My Xue Yang. My love.

[Crying out as Xue Yang thrusts hard and deep inside of him, Huaisang comes, body clenching tightly around Xue Yang's shaft as he bucks and shudders.] Xue Yang!

[He is afraid of happiness this intense; it always seems to precede his misery. But he doesn't want to let fear rule him and so he distracts his mind and body with the impossible pleasure of being inside of his Huaisang. He is so hot and so welcoming! Xue Yang gasps when they reach the pinnacle together and his thrusts are erratic as he climaxes too, spending himself in his lover.]

A-A-Sang...! [He does everything he can to snuggle against him, breathing labored.] Don't go. I just want to touch you.

[Huaisang snuggles back against him, curling into Xue Yang's arms.] Not going anywhere. This is my favorite place to be, safe in the arms of my future husband, filled up with his seed.

[He flushes darkly and holds Huaisang tighter, nudging their heads together so he can peer into his eyes.]

You're not teasing me, are you, A-Sang? I love hearing you say those things, you know.

I wouldn't tease about that. [Huaisang smiles fondly, cupping Xue Yang's face in his hand and giving him a soft kiss.] I love you.

[He nuzzles into every touch, his world narrowing to Huaisang's hands and his lips.]

I love you too. A-Sang, it hurts sometimes. I love you that much.

I know how that feels. My heart aches sometimes with how much I love you. [Huaisang kisses him again and again, lingering, and then nestles close into his arms, sighing with contentment.] Everything feels right now. I love you. I trust you.

I'm sorry. [He doesn't want Huaisang to ache and yet... He almost does. Then he can understand how he feels. Is that selfish? Xue Yang returns the kisses warmly - trying to make up for his bad nature - his arms curling around Huaisang protectively.]

I would never hurt you on purpose. If this place makes me do something, it's not what I want.

[Huaisang frowns a little, brow furrowing that Xue Yang thinks it's a danger. And yet this place has proven itself fond of making people act against their natures and their promises.]I know that.

Is there a part of you that wants to hurt me?

No. [He answers immediately, honestly.] I'd rather hurt myself than harm a hair on your head.

[He nudges their heads together, closing his eyes.]

Do you believe me?

I do. [Huaisang nuzzles at him, watching Xue Yang's face with a trusting smile.] I believe you. I'm safe with you.

Now if you ask me to go after someone who is hurting you, that is a different story.

[His lips curve - not quite smiling - and he draws one of Huaisang's hands to his chest.]

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