Not gonna change my mind. I've wanted you for years. Already sucked your cock, and it only made me want you more. [Grinning and nuzzling at the side of Jiang Cheng's throat, Huaisang barely notices the scars. He's taken other lovers who are covered in scars, and Jiang Cheng is a warrior. It makes sense for him to have scars. Observant though Huaisang is, he simply doesn't know enough about matters of combat and torture to tell the difference when it comes to the scars that are left behind.
Blinking when Jiang Cheng suddenly pulls back, Huaisang tilts his head slightly.] What? My hero, my tiger?
[He doesn't see the problem, and can't think of any significant associations with tigers from their life back home. Leaning forward again, Huaisang presses kisses along Jiang Cheng's neck and chest, continuing to tug open his clothing to get more access.]
[ 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.
You're not a tiger? [Huaisang gasps dramatically, as though this is a great shock to him.] Just because you're lacking the teeth like daggers and the fuzzy ears. [Smiling fondly, Huaisang gives Jiang Cheng's ears a gentle tugging.] Maybe they'll get fuzzier when you get older.
[His hands skim down Jiang Cheng's back, face nuzzling into Jiang Cheng's hair as he clings to him. Murmuring into his lover's ear, Huaisang puts a soft rumble in his voice, half laughter and half purr.] You're a proud, powerful creature.
[ 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. ]
[Giggling with delight about Jiang Cheng's indignation over fuzzy ears, Huaisang exchanges sweet kisses with him, kissing down the line of Jiang Cheng's shoulder while his lover teases at his collarbones and jaw.] I promise to help you trim your fuzzy ears if we grow old together.
[That low voice makes him rumble with pleasure and he rocks his hips forward, one hand dropping to curl around Jiang Cheng's cock.] A bird. A fox. I was a squirrel for a couple weeks around when I first arrived--not fully a squirrel, just the ears and the tail. It was a very nice tail, though. [Stroking Jiang Cheng's cock as he speaks, Huaisang finally draws away with a sweet little kiss, climbing across the bed to draw a bottle of oil from the bedside drawer. Even though it had only been a guest bedroom before now, of course he kept it stocked.]
Shall I teach you how to prepare me, or do you want to watch me do it?
[ 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.
It's going to happen very, very often. [Returning to him, Huaisang sets the bottle down within Jiang Cheng's reach, then slips off his lacy panties. Entirely nude, he straddles Jiang Cheng's lap again, facing away.
Leaning back against him, Huaisang turns his head so he can steal a brief little, kiss, then arches forward. He keeps arching forward, knees tightening on either side of Jiang Cheng's thighs to keep himself steady as he leans forward far enough to plant his arms on the floor, back arched and ass up, giving Jiang Cheng a shameless view of his cleft and balls. He likes waxing, since he's discovered it here, and so he's utterly hairless from the neck down aside from a little tuft of hair above his cock.]
What do you think? [Huaisang's voice is wickedly playful. He's fully aware that this is probably somewhat overwhelming for his friend.] Do you think you'll fit in there?
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[ 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—
[Poor Jiang Cheng sounds even more overwhelmed than Huaisang expected, and he feels bad--and a little bit worried that maybe Jiang Cheng didn't like that view at all. Tightening his thighs on either side of Jiang Cheng's to steady himself, Huaisang rises smoothly back up, leaning back into Jiang Cheng's arms.] It's all right. I couldn't resist being playful.
If you... if you want to keep going, you should use the oil. Slick one finger, then another, and work them inside of me. You have to stretch me open so that you'll fit.
[He'll understand if Jiang Cheng doesn't want that, if he finds this whole thing shameful. Huaisang doesn't believe that, but he knows how skittish his friend can be.] You don't have to, if you don't like this.
[ 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. ]
[Huaisang nods, head nuzzling against the side of Jiang Cheng's as he does so.] I got excited. I want you so much. I've wanted you for years. I can't stand being patient one minute more.
[Keening with soft, needy desire, Huaisang slips carefully from his lap, scooting onto the bed beside him and leaning back. He spreads his legs, reaching for the oil and slicking his fingers, whimpering as he slides one of them inside, then another.] Please, Jiang Cheng. My A-Cheng. Please. I need you. Please finger me?
[ 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. ]
You're perfect, [Huaisang reassures him, withdrawing his own fingers and reaching for Jiang Cheng, wanting to have him as close as possible.] Slide one all the way in, as far as it will go, then all the way out. Then add a second one and do the same.
Kiss me while you do it.
[Looping his arms around his friend's neck, Huaisang pulls him down into a deep, warm kiss, all affection and devotion. His heart feels like it's grown ten times in size, swelling larger than his body can contain, and it aches with longing.]
[ Of the two of them, Huaisang is the one who knows best what's going on — so Jiang Cheng cedes to his knowledge, does as he's instructed. Lets out a somewhat shaky breath as he pushes that first finger all the way inside him before withdrawing it.
The kiss is a nice distraction. Jiang Cheng leans to brace himself on an arm next to Huaisang as he leans over him to kiss him, eyes half closed and letting himself relax into the kiss. For a moment, at least, before he's pressing two fingers at Huaisang's hole and sliding them inside him. Slow as he does, gentle — it's soft inside him, so impossibly warm. Is he really supposed to...
He can't think about that right now. That's for later; right now, he just focusses on his fingers, on Huaisang beneath him, and there's a deep kiss as his fingers sink in as far as they'll go. When he speaks, it's more air and nerves than voice. ] Another?
[Huaisang moans into the kiss, moans each time those fingers slide in deep, He rocks his hips up into it, desperate for more, urging Jiang Cheng on.
Panting as the kiss breaks, he licks once at his lover's lips, grinning happily.] Not just yet. Pull them back just a little and hook them. [Huaisang curls his fingers to demonstrate, rubbing light circles against Jiang Cheng's shoulder as a physical representation of the motion he should replicate.] Ah! Yes. Like that. Slightly lower--closer to the entrance lower. Just a little--there! Rub--ah!
[Groaning low when Jiang Cheng finds it, Huaisang writhes beneath him, grinding his hips needily against his lover's hand.] Three--three now.
[ He does as he's instructed, pumping his fingers in and out — finds himself shocked out of that kiss as Huaisang makes those noises, starts to squirm a little bit. Finds himself fascinated, and when he presses a third finger in, Jiang Cheng has to lean down to kiss him again. ]
Huaisang. Huaisang....
[ It's a deep kiss then as he pumps his fingers in and out of Huaisang. A deep kiss as he curls his fingers, keeps aiming for the spot Huaisang pointed out to him to coax nore of those sounds out of him. ]
[Huaisang's whimpers turn louder, sharper, more needy as Jiang Cheng keeps fingering him, fingers thrusting into him and hitting that spot accurately almost every time. His arms tighten around Jiang Cheng as the kiss deepens, moaning with shameless desire as Jiang Cheng fills him with tongue and fingers, working him over so perfectly.
Eventually he pushes at Jiang Cheng, impatient to get to the next part.] Sit back. Let me straddle you.
[Too aroused to be patient with himself, Huaisang straddles Jiang Cheng's lap, lining himself up and grinding his hips down against the warm, smooth head of Jiang Cheng's cock.] Ready?
[ Oh. Oh. Those sounds are.... The best word he can come up with is addictive, and it seems to send all of his blood between his legs. It's almost devastating when Huaisang pushes him away, but Jiang Cheng nods, does as he's told and sits with his back to the headboard of the bed.
Some small part of Jiang Cheng wonders if he should be ashamed of the way he watches Huaisang with wide eyes, mesmerized. He shifts first to make sure Huaisang can comfortably sit in his lap, before realizing that's a different kind of sitting he's going for and adjusting in what he hopes is a suitable way. His hands settle on Huaisang's hips, finds it a challenge not to grip on to him. There's a pause before he nods. ] Y.... yes. Whenever you are.
[Grinning down at him, Huaisang keeps his eyes on Jiang Cheng's face, wanting to study his every reaction. Taking Jiang Cheng's hands, he moves them lower, encouraging them to curl around the top of his thighs, where the flesh softens into the curve of his ass.] Help lift me each time so my thighs don't tire as fast. And if you want to pull me down into each thrust... that's good, too.
[Licking his lips as he wraps his hand around Jiang Cheng's cock, Huaisang settles down onto him, gasping as the head of Jiang Cheng's cock slips inside of him.]
I want you. [He doesn't want Jiang Cheng to forget or doubt that fact. Rolling his hips as he lowers himself in order to help coax his muscles to relax, Huaisang leans in to give his lover's lower lip a soft bite.] You feel so good. I want to take all of you.
[ He feels... stupid, in all honesty. Like an idiot child back in classes, needing his hand held through a particularly difficult problem. Such a basic problem this is, too, something any respectable adult his age should already know how to do properly. But no, all he's had is his terrible personality and Huaisang's books from when they were teenagers. So this...
He's grateful for Huaisang's guidance, even if he feels like a fool. There's a breath when their skin meets, a gasp when he feels himself slide into Huaisang. His fingers grip into the meat of his thighs, and the combination of those words and the sensations set his head spinning. His hips jerk just a fraction before Huaisang is sat completely on him, but once he is— It's so much better than he could have imagined. Better than his hand by leagues. There's a helpless groan into the kiss he presses to Huaisang's lips, before he presses his forehead to his friend's collarbone. ]
Huaisang. Huaisang... [ He shudders, and he can feel his face and skin burning. ] You feel so good.
[Huaisang curls his arms around Jiang Cheng's head, cradling him protectively. He settles fully onto his lap with a gasp, nuzzling at the side of his lover's head with a needy, wanting keen.] So do you. My Jiang-xiong. You're so big and thick and hot, just like I always hoped you would be.
[Nibbling at the shell of Jiang Cheng's ear to gently tease him, Huaisang starts to grind his hips, riding Jiang Cheng with slow, careful movements. He lifts off a little more each time, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of him.]
If you want, you can flip me onto my back and fuck deep into me. Or we can stay like this and you can just relax. I've got you.
[ He can't help hissing the more Huaisang speaks — doesn't he feel any sense of shame saying such things? Even a modicum of embarrassment? Although. If Huaisang is meant to feel embarrassed for his words, then Jiang Cheng is just as shameless for how they get to him. Has he ever been this aroused in his entire life? Probably the only other time had been with Huaisang on the lighthouse. Maybe this is something he should come to expect.
He tries, too, to remember what Huaisang had told him, once he starts to move in earnest. Helping to lift him, slowly (at first) rocking his hips to meet him as he sits back down. ]
This. [ It's quiet, muttered into Huaisang's chest before he presses a kiss to the skin just above his heart. ] This is fine. For now. [ Jiang Cheng shudders, rolling his hips to sink deep into that warmth. When he finally chances a look back up, he can't stop himself from kissing him thoroughly. ] Just for now. In a bit.. who knows.
[A soft gasp of pleasure slips from his lips as Jiang Cheng starts to help lift him and pull him back down. He smiles down at his lover, warm and adoring, watching every expression on his face as the two of them move together.
Squeaking a bright laugh as he's kissed, it turns quickly into a deep moan. His hands cup the sides of Jiang Cheng's face, kissing him very deeply in return and keening with want each time that their tongues caress against each other.
His hips roll, gyrating around Jiang Cheng's cock as he rides it up and down. He lets Jiang Cheng control the lift as he controls the way that he moves, body undulating with his natural dancer's grace.]
Jiang-xiong, [he murmurs, in a moment that their lips part.]
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Blinking when Jiang Cheng suddenly pulls back, Huaisang tilts his head slightly.] What? My hero, my tiger?
[He doesn't see the problem, and can't think of any significant associations with tigers from their life back home. Leaning forward again, Huaisang presses kisses along Jiang Cheng's neck and chest, continuing to tug open his clothing to get more access.]
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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.
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[His hands skim down Jiang Cheng's back, face nuzzling into Jiang Cheng's hair as he clings to him. Murmuring into his lover's ear, Huaisang puts a soft rumble in his voice, half laughter and half purr.] You're a proud, powerful creature.
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[ 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. ]
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[That low voice makes him rumble with pleasure and he rocks his hips forward, one hand dropping to curl around Jiang Cheng's cock.] A bird. A fox. I was a squirrel for a couple weeks around when I first arrived--not fully a squirrel, just the ears and the tail. It was a very nice tail, though. [Stroking Jiang Cheng's cock as he speaks, Huaisang finally draws away with a sweet little kiss, climbing across the bed to draw a bottle of oil from the bedside drawer. Even though it had only been a guest bedroom before now, of course he kept it stocked.]
Shall I teach you how to prepare me, or do you want to watch me do it?
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[ 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.
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Leaning back against him, Huaisang turns his head so he can steal a brief little, kiss, then arches forward. He keeps arching forward, knees tightening on either side of Jiang Cheng's thighs to keep himself steady as he leans forward far enough to plant his arms on the floor, back arched and ass up, giving Jiang Cheng a shameless view of his cleft and balls. He likes waxing, since he's discovered it here, and so he's utterly hairless from the neck down aside from a little tuft of hair above his cock.]
What do you think? [Huaisang's voice is wickedly playful. He's fully aware that this is probably somewhat overwhelming for his friend.] Do you think you'll fit in there?
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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—
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If you... if you want to keep going, you should use the oil. Slick one finger, then another, and work them inside of me. You have to stretch me open so that you'll fit.
[He'll understand if Jiang Cheng doesn't want that, if he finds this whole thing shameful. Huaisang doesn't believe that, but he knows how skittish his friend can be.] You don't have to, if you don't like this.
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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. ]
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[Keening with soft, needy desire, Huaisang slips carefully from his lap, scooting onto the bed beside him and leaning back. He spreads his legs, reaching for the oil and slicking his fingers, whimpering as he slides one of them inside, then another.] Please, Jiang Cheng. My A-Cheng. Please. I need you. Please finger me?
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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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Kiss me while you do it.
[Looping his arms around his friend's neck, Huaisang pulls him down into a deep, warm kiss, all affection and devotion. His heart feels like it's grown ten times in size, swelling larger than his body can contain, and it aches with longing.]
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The kiss is a nice distraction. Jiang Cheng leans to brace himself on an arm next to Huaisang as he leans over him to kiss him, eyes half closed and letting himself relax into the kiss. For a moment, at least, before he's pressing two fingers at Huaisang's hole and sliding them inside him. Slow as he does, gentle — it's soft inside him, so impossibly warm. Is he really supposed to...
He can't think about that right now. That's for later; right now, he just focusses on his fingers, on Huaisang beneath him, and there's a deep kiss as his fingers sink in as far as they'll go. When he speaks, it's more air and nerves than voice. ] Another?
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Panting as the kiss breaks, he licks once at his lover's lips, grinning happily.] Not just yet. Pull them back just a little and hook them. [Huaisang curls his fingers to demonstrate, rubbing light circles against Jiang Cheng's shoulder as a physical representation of the motion he should replicate.] Ah! Yes. Like that. Slightly lower--closer to the entrance lower. Just a little--there! Rub--ah!
[Groaning low when Jiang Cheng finds it, Huaisang writhes beneath him, grinding his hips needily against his lover's hand.] Three--three now.
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Huaisang. Huaisang....
[ It's a deep kiss then as he pumps his fingers in and out of Huaisang. A deep kiss as he curls his fingers, keeps aiming for the spot Huaisang pointed out to him to coax nore of those sounds out of him. ]
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Eventually he pushes at Jiang Cheng, impatient to get to the next part.] Sit back. Let me straddle you.
[Too aroused to be patient with himself, Huaisang straddles Jiang Cheng's lap, lining himself up and grinding his hips down against the warm, smooth head of Jiang Cheng's cock.] Ready?
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Some small part of Jiang Cheng wonders if he should be ashamed of the way he watches Huaisang with wide eyes, mesmerized. He shifts first to make sure Huaisang can comfortably sit in his lap, before realizing that's a different kind of sitting he's going for and adjusting in what he hopes is a suitable way. His hands settle on Huaisang's hips, finds it a challenge not to grip on to him. There's a pause before he nods. ] Y.... yes. Whenever you are.
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[Licking his lips as he wraps his hand around Jiang Cheng's cock, Huaisang settles down onto him, gasping as the head of Jiang Cheng's cock slips inside of him.]
I want you. [He doesn't want Jiang Cheng to forget or doubt that fact. Rolling his hips as he lowers himself in order to help coax his muscles to relax, Huaisang leans in to give his lover's lower lip a soft bite.] You feel so good. I want to take all of you.
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He's grateful for Huaisang's guidance, even if he feels like a fool. There's a breath when their skin meets, a gasp when he feels himself slide into Huaisang. His fingers grip into the meat of his thighs, and the combination of those words and the sensations set his head spinning. His hips jerk just a fraction before Huaisang is sat completely on him, but once he is— It's so much better than he could have imagined. Better than his hand by leagues. There's a helpless groan into the kiss he presses to Huaisang's lips, before he presses his forehead to his friend's collarbone. ]
Huaisang. Huaisang... [ He shudders, and he can feel his face and skin burning. ] You feel so good.
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[Nibbling at the shell of Jiang Cheng's ear to gently tease him, Huaisang starts to grind his hips, riding Jiang Cheng with slow, careful movements. He lifts off a little more each time, gasping breathlessly at the feeling of him.]
If you want, you can flip me onto my back and fuck deep into me. Or we can stay like this and you can just relax. I've got you.
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He tries, too, to remember what Huaisang had told him, once he starts to move in earnest. Helping to lift him, slowly (at first) rocking his hips to meet him as he sits back down. ]
This. [ It's quiet, muttered into Huaisang's chest before he presses a kiss to the skin just above his heart. ] This is fine. For now. [ Jiang Cheng shudders, rolling his hips to sink deep into that warmth. When he finally chances a look back up, he can't stop himself from kissing him thoroughly. ] Just for now. In a bit.. who knows.
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Squeaking a bright laugh as he's kissed, it turns quickly into a deep moan. His hands cup the sides of Jiang Cheng's face, kissing him very deeply in return and keening with want each time that their tongues caress against each other.
His hips roll, gyrating around Jiang Cheng's cock as he rides it up and down. He lets Jiang Cheng control the lift as he controls the way that he moves, body undulating with his natural dancer's grace.]
Jiang-xiong, [he murmurs, in a moment that their lips part.]