[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.
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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[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!
no subject
A-A-Sang...! [He does everything he can to snuggle against him, breathing labored.] Don't go. I just want to touch you.
no subject
no subject
You're not teasing me, are you, A-Sang? I love hearing you say those things, you know.
no subject
no subject
I love you too. A-Sang, it hurts sometimes. I love you that much.
no subject
no subject
I would never hurt you on purpose. If this place makes me do something, it's not what I want.
no subject
Is there a part of you that wants to hurt me?
no subject
[He nudges their heads together, closing his eyes.]
Do you believe me?
no subject
no subject
[His lips curve - not quite smiling - and he draws one of Huaisang's hands to his chest.]