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Nie Huaisang 聂怀桑 ([personal profile] fanoperator) wrote2020-03-21 07:37 am

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whipsh: (it's called: freefall)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-08-27 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes go wide at the expression on Huaisang's face, stunned as he watches his friend skitter around the table to his side. What? What's going on, was it something he said? Jiang Cheng downs the rest of his glass, just a little hint of a smile twisting his lips as Huaisang grabs him. Honestly, it's kind of endearing how excited he seems.

Endearing, and then he mentions the quota and exceeding it and Jiang Cheng is very glad that he doesn't have any alcohol in his mouth because he would definitely be choking on it otherwise. ]
I— What?!

You want to... right now? [ Heat is definitely climbing up his neck to his face, but he lets himself be pulled along with Huaisang. ] Wait, how many times? Is that even possible?!
whipsh: (feels like flying)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-08-27 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
You... [ Honestly, those sound like somewhat flimsy excuses for sex — at least until Nie Huaisang says I want you and Jiang Cheng has to take a deep breath to steady his heart. That those words seem to affect him more than he'd like to admit, a pulse of something pleased and elated rushing through him.

It's easy enough to distract himself from that feeling by leaning into the kiss, at least; it's a much better way to occupy his mind, and Jiang Cheng lets one arm circle around Huaisang's waist, the other hand planting itself firmly on the center of his back. He closes his eyes as they kiss, daring to drag his teeth along the other's bottom lip.

When they finally separate, there's something of a laugh in the form of a huffed out breath. ]
I shouldn't be surprised that you would want to turn everything into a celebration. [ But, well. Can he deny that the things he's done with Huaisang have felt good? Not at all. ] Let's celebrate, then.
whipsh: (he will slay you with his tongue)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-02 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't understand how you can say things like that out loud. [ Said with sarcasm, but no bite to the words. He has to stop himself from laughing at that command, those words. It feels.. close, not exactly the same, but close to what he imagines it must be to carry one's bride. Nie Huaisang isn't a woman though, and while he's fairly delicate, it's..not very hard to remember that, considering what they've done together so far.

Ever the terrible, awkward man, Jiang Cheng goes to lift him — and then pauses. How... should he do this? Arms under his shoulders and knees? Pick him up on his back? Scoop him up like he'd done for Jin Ling when he'd been a child? Over his shoulder?

All of these options are terrible. He glances at Huaisang's face, down the rest of his body — before compromising. He takes one of Huaisang's arms, slings it over his shoulders before bending to scoop under his knees. It's slightly ungainly to walk like this, but it's not the most embarrassing way for him to be carried.

There's a nod before he starts up the stairs. ]
Lead the way.
Edited (wow idk how i got that icon instead of this one) 2020-09-02 19:52 (UTC)
whipsh: (i don't want to die alone)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-04 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Does he acknowledge the flush of color in his cheeks when Huaisang kisses him? No. Not at all, don't be ridiculous. Instead, Jiang Cheng sets his jaw, goes where he's told and makes note of the rooms as they're explained to him. There's a moment of surprise when he hears that Lan Xichen doesn't stay much anymore — but that's something he can ask about later, he decides.

Instead, when he sees the room designated as his, his eyes widen. Jiang Cheng pauses just inside the door, before carefully setting Huaisang onto his feet. He is resolutely dedicated to not giving the city any shadow of a benefit of a doubt, but... Even if it isn't home, it's closer than anywhere else he's been so far. So Jiang Cheng nods, and maybe there's just a hint of a smile curling one side of his mouth when he looks back at Huaisang. ]
I do. Thank you.
whipsh: (but maybe we're dying)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-08 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jiang Cheng can't help the small flush that comes with being proclaimed Nie Huaisang's. An immediate instinct to protest rises in his chest, wanting to fight back against those words — I don't belong to anyone. But that isn't quite true here, is it? Once the contract is signed, he is, at least for a time, Huaisang's.

Were it anyone else, he thinks he would let the words slip, would storm out of the room. As it is, he doesn't mind them. Especially not when his friend is so thrilled about it.

He lets himself be pushed onto the bed, his breath catching as he watches his childhood friend, gods watch and preserve him dance. His eyes go wide, seeming to catch on every inch of skin that's revealed as heat climbs up his skin and pools low at the base of his belly. ]


Huaisang.. [ It's quiet, breathless as he says his name. His hands catch on Huaisang's hips after just a second of hesitation, his cheeks flaring as he helps him to get settled. Still, he has to check, has to make absolutely certain— ] You're sure about this? About having me?
whipsh: (it's called: freefall)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-18 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ I want you.

The words send a surge of emotion through him, devastation and elation in equal measure — had anyone ever said anything like that to him before? Certainly not like this, and the tiniest hint of a boyish smile curls on his face. Only for a second, before he schools it away and glowers instead. ]
Fine, but you can't blame me when you change your mind.

[ He lets Huaisang disrobe him, shimmying out of the clothes to make it easier — and freezes for just a second as his fingers skate across his chest, the old scars that never quite faded away. It's the first time he's let anyone close enough to see them outside of medical purposes, a stark contrast to the smooth, soft skin underneath his own palms. Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath, leans in to kiss at the dip between his collarbones.

And then the words actually hit him. He pulls back, eyes widening just for a second before he narrows them. ]


What did you just call me?
whipsh: (take a deep breath)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-20 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The crass words have Jiang Cheng sputtering, almost as much as the apparent knowledge that Huaisang has wanted him for— years? Had he really said years? He doesn't have a response for that, completely and entirely distracted from the fact of his scars on display. Years? Impossible. Jiang Cheng bites down the immediate response — now is not the time or place. He knows that Huaisang will change his mind, though. It's happened with every other relationship in his life; it's only a matter of time for this one, too.

Instead, he decides to enjoy the moment, flushes when Huaisang calls him a tiger again. ]
I'm not a tiger. [ There's a little bit of embarrassment tinging his voice as he says it, but he doesn't hinder Huaisang. Just shifts to let him do as he pleases, working with him to discard his robes; and after a moment he presses his forehead to the side of Huaisang's neck as his hands falls to his hips. ] Tigers are proud, powerful creatures, and I'm human; you're flattering me too much.
whipsh: (oh no what)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-21 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's a breathy laugh against Huaisang's collarbones at those words, imagining himself with fuzzy ears — first, a pair of tiger ears, before it quickly shifts to hairy old man ears. His own father hadn't quite gotten to that point, but he remembers seeing some grandfathers in town— ] That's disgusting. I don't want fuzzy ears when I'm old.

[ There's a little bit of a roll to his spine as Huaisang's hand slides along his back, his own hands shifting to palm at his thighs, his hips. He hates that the praise sends a thrum of warmth through him, how much he wants to hear more despite how ill-fitting he thinks it is. Jiang Cheng leans to press a kiss to the dip between Huaisang's collarbones to distract himself, drags his lips to kiss again at the line of his jaw. ] If I'm a tiger, what does that make you, then? [ Voice low, a glance up at him before he plants another kiss to the skin beneath his ear. ]
whipsh: (i wanna make up my mind)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-09-29 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite himself, there's a laugh against Huaisang's skin. ] If you keep talking about fuzzy ears, I will throw you off this bed.

[ Any thought he has for words past that gets cut off when Huaisang touches his cock, instead replaced with a low groan and the smallest twitch of his hips. There's just a little bit of a daze left behind when he breaks the kiss, and he watches as Huaisang fetches something, frowns just a little.

Prepare? Oh— His face colors at that, mouth dropping open. ]
I— [ He has no idea, obviously. But— ] You... should probably.. teach me. If this is going to happen more often. So that I know what I'm doing in the future.
whipsh: (天啊)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-10-20 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ The temptation to kiss at Huaisang's shoulder is too great when he sits back on Jiang Cheng's lap, so he doesn't stop himself — leans in to press a gentle kiss where his neck meets his shoulder, his hands settling at his waist as Huaisang leans back to steal that kiss.

This is good, Jiang Cheng thinks. Just this, this is nice. There's a moment of despair when Huaisang leans away from him, his hands tightening to keep him from falling—

—and his brows furrow deeper and deeper the further he goes, a red flush crawling up his face until it feels like his entire scalp is buzzing with the sight in front of him. Oh.

All the gods in all the heavens— ]


What? [ Jiang Cheng is fully aware that his voice is more choked than actual voice, but he thinks he's allowed that, okay. His hands tighten on Huaisang's thighs, and it takes a moment before his eyes skitter across smooth skin, trying to find somewhere safe to land. ] I— What? Huaisang—
whipsh: (you need a big god)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-10-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as Huaisang rises back up and into his arms, Jiang Cheng's arms circle around his waist to hug him tight, his face buried into the crook of his shoulder. ]

Shut up. [ Quiet, muffled into his skin — no bite behind it, either. ] Just... A little bit slower. Okay?

[ Is the embrace mostly just to hide how red his face is? Yes. Is he unable to express just how overwhelmed and mad at himself he is because he has no idea what's going on? Also yes. But he isn't going to stop now, and there's a soft kiss to the back of Huaisang's shoulder. ]
whipsh: (it's called: freefall)

[personal profile] whipsh 2020-10-25 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Just for a second, his grip tightens at Huaisang's waist at those words. Years? He doubts that. He knows that's not possible. But it's nice to consider.

He lets Huaisang slide from his lap, watches as he leans back and starts touching himself. If he wasn't already, he's sure he'd be bright red, and it's instinctive to look away, give him some privacy — but he's supposed to be learning, isn't he? So Jiang Cheng watches for a moment before following after him. There's hesitation in the second before he grabs the oil, dips his fingers in. A nervous look at Huaisang, but.. he seems to be okay with this.

So Jiang Cheng shifts to his side. There's a determined glower on his face as he stares at Huaisang's hand where his fingers vanish into himself; he covers that hand with his own, gentle, a little bit nervous as he touches surprisingly soft skin. Prods a little with his fingertip, before pushing that finger inside him. And then he freezes. ]


Huaisang.. Show me what to do.

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