That is very fair...I don't know if such a world exists, but I've certainly considered it for myself. Just idly, mind, I don't think I could actually make the choice to go to another world, even with one of my loves. I...unfortunately, intend to go back home.
[Is it unfortunately? Doesn't he miss the Moonsea? Yes...he loves the Moonsea...he just hates how many bars it puts around him by being there. He absently presses his lips to Huaisang's hair and forehead.]
Though, if we'd no choice but to stay here ad make a life of it...I suppose I could make that as well. So long as certain things changed. Thank you, I was just...curious.
[Curious if his friend's demands and responsibilities pulled him the way Chris' do.]
[Huaisang's curious about the word choice, why it would be unfortunate to choose to go back home, but he decides after a moment's thought that he doesn't need to know. The here and now is what matters to him. He doesn't care who Chris is back home. That simply doesn't seem relevant to who he is here and what they have together.
Finally over the line on how much vulnerability he's willing to endure, Huaisang pushes himself to sit up, giving Chris his most wheedling pout.] No more emotions. Can we have sex now?
[The bluntness of the request makes Chris laugh and he nods before leaning in to kiss Huaisang lightly.]
Ever the pragmatist. Yes, I'd like that very much, lovely. Not in your fancy living room, though, I know this isn't usually where you take me. How about somewhere I can make a proper mess of you?
[Somewhere he could layer kisses and touches and use plenty of lubricant to prepare his lover before taking him so thoroughly he could only hope it acted as another layer of apology for his behavior. For his oversight.
[Huaisang nods and rises carefully to his feet, cheeks a little flushed with bashful pleasure.] Let's go up to my bedroom. I have the most, um, supplies there. And it's the most intimate.
[He reaches for Chris' hand, wanting to remain in physical contact with him, as close as possible. He still feels a little bit shaky emotionally, between the time they'd been separated, his own insecurity, and the emotional conversation they'd had, and so he desperately wants comfort and pleasure. He always craves intimacy, and now in particular he feels hopelessly needy.]
[He takes Huaisang's hand readily and stands to follow him to his room, though he takes care to remain close in his space even as they go. It was one of the bridges they'd needed to gap once, his hesitation with casual contact versus his friend's craving for it...but they'd managed that comfort. What space there was still to bridge and mend they could manage.
He's also careful to lean in and snag a kiss against Huaisang's hair and brow now and again, particularly once they reach the doorway of the room. It seems a good place to press in close and pin his lover, there in that archway.]
You tell me if you want fast and clinging or if you want slow and sweet or any mix thereof and it's yours to have. I am yours to have.
[Huaisang yields easily to him, relaxing against the doorframe and looking shyly up at Chris, cheeks flushing with pleasure at those words. He reaches for Chris, hands curling lightly around his sides.] You're going to make a mess of what we just agreed on romantic complications, talking like that. [Which he isn't necessarily ruling out, really, but today's priority started with clarifying expectations, and a statement like that makes Huaisang's heart flutter.]
You mean ... for the afternoon, that you're mine for the afternoon and you'll do your best to cater to my mood and desires for the afternoon. You didn't mean to imply anything more than that. [He offers the words tentatively, studying Chris' eyes for confirmation as to whether Huaisang's understanding it all correctly.]
[It's...his turn to blush, a turn of color across his cheeks that sees him giving a small, uncharacteristically shy smile even as he leans in to press their foreheads together. His hands come up, one to trace along the fabric at his chest and the other to thread up through the strands of his friend's hair starting at the base of his neck.]
...yes. But I can be yours as a lover...I would like to be...not just a friend who plays about, but a proper lover. Someone who cares for you that little bit more...and beyond this afternoon. As I said: as you need...as you desire. Would that be okay?
It might come with foolish pictures of things that make me think of you...and texts with ideas of what I might next do to you...just as fair warning. [He pauses and turns his face to kiss Huaisang's cheek.]
You can also tell me I've got to work for that again. Prove myself for it. I'll understand.
[Huaisang's hands tighten, curling into the fabric of Chris' shirt and keeping him close. His gaze flicks back and forth between Chris' eyes, studying his expression, wanting what Chris offers. Despite what he'd said earlier, about not wanting additional romantic complications, he knows full well that he always wants additional romantic complications. He wants to be wanted. He wants to feel valued and loved.]
Yes, [it's barely audible, voice rasping, so he clears his throat and tries again.] Yes.
I'd like ... I'd like that. All of it, but ... yes, including the last part. I mean ... prove yourself. Prove that I can rely on you, but also the ... [Struggling with putting his words together, Huaisang flusters about his own failure, ducking his head but still keeping Chris close. He likes that last part most of all, the prospect of Chris working to have him as a lover. His need to be liked by everyone he meets means that he is often the one putting in effort to charm and win over others. Having someone trying to win him over is absolutely irresistible.] Court me? Maybe?
[There's a flicker of a smile on Chris' lips for the 'yes' he's offered...and twice at that, but he keeps his peace and his curiosity as his friend works to find words. And what charming words they are. Charming and, perhaps, a little intimidating. When had he last properly courted someone in a courtly way? Perhaps never aside from the occasional displays he'd pulled on Jon and Wolfe for fun. Could he do them in seriousness and actually have them have impact? He was going to find out.
He reaches up to take Huaisang's hand and pulls one away from his shirt to bring it up. Chris' other hand tucks gently under his companion's chin to encourage his chin up and lock eyes with him when Chris brings his knuckles up to kiss.]
Then allow me to court you, my dear Huaisang. I will kiss your hand as is fitting and offer you dance when appropriate and leave you small trinkets that glimmer as you do. On my honor as Lord of the Sonom name and king of the Moonsea's Northern coast.
[Huaisang's cheeks feel like they're on fire, but he doesn't look away from Chris' eyes. He craves this, having someone tell him that he's valuable and desired, and yearns to have it proved to him. He needs it so much that receiving it is almost unbearable. The part of him that has internalized the beliefs that he's useless, undesirable, and disposable squirms in the face of Chris promising to value and desire him.
His breath quickens, heart thrashing in his chest, feeling close to panic as he fights the urge to retreat from such sincerity or to deflect it with a joke. Accepting being valued still feels like the hardest thing in the world.
He nods, throat too choked up to manage any words, and tightens his grip on Chris' fingers where those knuckles are being kissed. As much as he wants to relax, to be elegant and coy and aloof the way that subjects of courtship usually are in the romantic dramas that he loves so much, accepting this is hard enough. He can't not be intense about it.]
Take me to bed. Tie ... tie me up and take your time with me. [His words are choked, and he knows what he's asking for is both the hardest thing to accept, and also what he needs most: to have someone take care of him, and to be absolved of the need to be a people pleaser by being tied up so all he can do is accept the pleasure he's given.]
[He watches that near-panic build and waits it out quietly. He knows that terror: the possibility that someone might actually want you like you want them to want you...even though you don't think you deserve it. Especially because you don't think you deserve it. He's felt that fear grip his heart often enough when those nearest and dearest to him turned the full might of their attention and affection on him.
All the more reason to do exactly as he'd promised. He'd had no doubts, but he's even more determined while watching Huiasang struggle with himself
Even the ask itself feels transparent to him and his heart aches. Tie me up, give me no choice but to accept you mean it. He'd just need to make sure he left no doubts.]
As you say, my gem.
[Not an endearment he'd used before with anyone, but it fell from his lips and felt right enough to stay. He steps in close and doesn't have to bolster his strength with his magic to scoop Huaisang up in his arms to make him a spill of person and elegant fabrics gathered up against the cleric's chest. He strides towards the stairs and the path towards where they'd met more than once before.]
I'll wrap you in your silks and strip you down to your pretty and fine things so you don't ever forget you're as exquisite a sight as they are.
[He makes his promises until he can take them to his friend's bed to lay him gently out on the bedding. That he deserved too, to have something soft holding him while Chris wasn't while in those moments he needed to gather Huaisang's belt from his outfit and any spare silken sashes he could find.]
[Huaisang bites his lip and blushes more at the endearment. Happy to be gathered into Chris' arms, Huaisang presses close to him, arms hugged around Chris' neck as he nuzzles at his lover.
Huaisang's happy to let Chris untie his belt, but when Chris suggests using sashes for restraint Huaisang laughs and directs him to the drawer in his bedroom toy chest that contains plenty of silk ropes and other kinds of cuffs and restraints, along with many other toys and supplies.
He watches Chris intently, continuing to worry at his lower lip. He's hungry for more attention, more compliments and validation, all the more so now that it's been promised to him. But he still feels skittish that Chris will vanish, or he'll drive Chris away, that they'll quarrel, or that Chris will become displeased with him.]
[Chris takes the cue he's given and goes to the chest he'd forgotten about to fetch what he needs. Silken ropes in a pale blue, a soft cuff restraint for wrists, and a larger cloth restraint are all supplies he grabs along with lube.
He brings them back over to set up within reach but out of his way for now so he can focus on Huaisang's clothing instead. He's careful with his friend's undressing and every inch of skin slowly revealed through the unfolded layers receives tribute in the form of kisses, sucked marks, and a brush of tongue.
He has his lover half unwrapped when he asks the question he ought to.]
One of the restraints I brought over...I'd like to put it around your neck...at your throat. [He pauses to look up and gauge Huaisang's expression.] Would that be alright with you when paired with tying your wrists and spreading your thighs to be tied to your waist?
[Huaisang gasps softly at the soft kisses, moaning more deeply when Chris suckles at his skin. He arches up toward him, greedy as ever and only becoming more so as Chris lavishes attention on him.
The question makes his brow furrow a little, trying to make sense of what Chris has in mind.] I ... [He lifts his wrists up to his throat, imagining that maybe Chris means tying his wrists beside his throat, so the restraint winds around.] I've never had any interest in choking, but I like collars. I trust your tying skills. [He hopes that covers whatever question Chris is asking, providing permission for ropework that feels like a collar and doesn't choke.]
[No interest in choking is an easy enough line to accommodate and he kisses Huaisang's brow and then his lips in thanks for the clarification.]
Thank you. Relax now, love. I've got you.
[ The rest of Huaisang's outfit is his next focus, all but the pretty jewelry he wears, that he leaves as decoration for Huaisang's form.
When he's got all but his lover's under things stripped away, Chris sets to binding a silken sash around Huaisang's neck and throat, tight enough to be felt but not tight enough to choke. And not attached to his wrists. Those get bound together, above Huaisang's head, and attached to whatever part of the bed Chris can most easily utilize.]
There we go...part one done. How're you feeling? Anything chafe?
[Huaisang's happy to help wiggle out of his clothes, cheeks flushing as more of his body is exposed, but the clear desire and affection from Chris keeps him from tensing up.
Once he's tied, Huaisang shifts a little, testing the binding. It's secure, but still comfortable.] Feels good, [he keeps his eyes on Chris, constantly needing to reassure himself that Chris is pleased with him and wants him. Worrying at his lower lip, Huaisang gives him a shy but flirty smile.] I like being at your mercy.
[He catches the furtive glances, the little working of teeth at his lip, and Chris sets the observation aside for just a moment. For now, he offers a simple kiss and a smile in response.]
Good...I quite like having you at my mercy.
[Now for the ropes. It takes a few minutes, the careful wrapping of Huaisang's legs so that they're bent at the knee and hoisted up as far next to his side as is comfortable for him. Chris leaves the ends of the ropes tied off with a tail and reaches for his own belt to loop under his lover's hips. Once buckled, he toes those ropes to the extra loops on his belt to keep Huaisang's legs lifted up...and still able to be spread apart from each other for Chris' needs. Something he demonstrates in how he slots himself there between Huaisang's lifted knees to grasp his chin.]
You seem nervous, darling. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not set to leave you so quick to being back in your bed. I know it's something I've got to show, but let me say it as well. I want you....foryou. Your companionship...not just cause your flexibility's enviable.
[He says it like an oath and seals it with a slow, deep kiss and press of his tongue into Huaisang's mouth. His other hand dips down to fondle and toy with his lover's cock, a slow and teasing precursor to anything else.]
[Huaisang squirms a tiny bit as his legs are spread, flush deepening as he's exposed like that, wide open and vulnerable.
But he's happy to have Chris settle between his thighs, and he rocks slightly up against him, grateful for the warmth and solidity of him.
The promises make Huaisang shy, and it's hard to hold Chris' gaze. He squirms again, overwhelmed by the intensity of being seen and wanted, which is always something he needs but not something he's ever gotten good at accepting. So it's a relief when Chris kisses him, claiming him and sealing his promises. Huaisang moans gladly, lips parting to welcome him in and tongue caressing against Chris', greedy for him and wanting him as deep as possible.]
[Chris offers that deeper kiss, a dance of tongues against each other that leaves him simply grinding in against the curve of Huaisang's ass for a moment more.
He pulls himself away with some reluctance only to slick himself up and press kisses to Huaisang's shoulders and chest. As soon as he's lubed up, his focus shifts to the press of his tip into his lover's body. That slow, steady, stretch has Chris moaning his pleasure against Huaisang's shoulder.
He presses in until he's buried to the hilt and wraps his fingers around the rope at his lover's abdomen for better leverage as his hips take up a steady pace.]
Gods you feel so good...Huaisang...so good for me, darling.
[Huaisang moans and whimpers needily into the kiss, writhing beneath him and forgetting all his nerves for a few moments. It's easier when Chris isn't directly looking at him, when they're both distracted within the heat of the kiss.
Whining as Chris pulls away, Huaisang pouts at him, even though he can clearly tell that Chris is focusing on the important task of slicking his cock.
Moaning loudly as Chris slides into him, Huaisang arches and writhes as best he can beneath him, straining against the restraints to try and get closer. He wants to be able to tangle his arms and legs around Chris, to keep him close, but the ropes keep him helpless to do anything but accept the pleasure he's given.]
Chris, [Huaisang whimpers, needy for more. He gazes up at his beautiful, golden lover, feeling timid but also full of yearning.] Chris.
[That needy look is different than one of yearning for simple pleasure and Chris' heart tugs for it. Huaisang had many more needs than just the physical and he'd make for a poor lover to tend to only that.
Magic sees his hands clean in a breath and leaves them free to tend to Huaisang. One arm wraps around behind the slighter man, across his back and up to his shoulder in an embrace that keeps him as close to Chris' chest as the bindings allow them to get. The other tangles in that pretty hair, both to offer a gentle tug and to pet and sooth when the roll of his hips accidentally turns a little too sharp.
He focuses on this: the feeling of holding Huaisang close, peppering his face with kisses and the occasional sucking bite to his neck, as Chris' hips offer a steady pace of deep thrusts into his friend's body.]
I've got you...I've got you, darling...I'll not be letting go...not any time soon...I'll mark you as mine...so long as you ever want it.
[Huaisang makes a grateful noise as Chris pulls him closer like that, tangling him up in his arms. It lets him melt more into the sensations, allowing himself to surrender entirely to the pleasure of it. The depth of trust feels intense, having all control taken so thoroughly away from him, without any ability to try to pander to his partner's needs and wants, to be a people pleaser like it's still absolutely necessary for his survival.
Unable to think or string words together, Huaisang writhes for him, rocking against Chris to meet each thrust as best he can, inviting more and eagerly taking everything that he gets. Whimpers and gasps spill ceaselessly from his lips, and he fails to manage any words at all other than 'yes' and 'Chris'.
Quivering with the intensity of it all, Huaisang's cries quickly rise in pitch and volume until he throws his head back, pressing into Chris' hand in his hair, and comes with a scream.]
[For all Huaisang Writes and moans and clenches around him, he's barely holding on by the time his partner comes.
The sounds of him are intoxicating. How he moves and screams and the slick feeling of his come on their bodies, it's all too much and Chris doesn't take much longer in his fevered pace to tumble down into ecstasy with his lover. His body jolts and shakes as he spends into Huaisang, his nails digging in a little sharp where they were holding before.
It takes one breath...two...and then Chris starts working the knots, easy pull things to see Huaisang's limbs free soon enough. He doesn't pull out, though...not when he can just rock gently in and out of his lover's body and feel his spend starting to slowly seep from his body.
Once Huaisang's limbs are free again, Chris gathers him up in the cleric's arms and pets his hair and eases healing magic into the places the ropes had held him.]
There you are, my beauty...you were so good for me...my sweet and wonderful Huaisang.
[Huaisang reaches for Chris as soon as he's free, winding his arms around his lover and hugging close. Chris' magic always surprises him a little. He's not used to magic being so easy, so convenient. Even for a prodigy like Wei Wuxian, with his dozens of little tricks, it wasn't so simple as just letting one's will ease a targeted spot of ache or tension.
He nuzzles at Chris, responding with just a soft little whimper as he clings. His emotions are a whirl now, aching with vulnerability. Chris had given him what he'd asked for, and Huaisang is undone by it, helpless and unraveled, and it feels so hard to believe in Chris' sweet words, to believe that he'll really stay and that he's choosing to make Huaisang an important person in his life.]
[His lack of response tells him he needs to go slow, to ease his companion up from the emotions he's fallen into, wherever his head is now.
Chris pulls from Huaisang's body and curls about his side instead, to keep his lover close and press small kisses to any part of his skin within easy reach. Chris' fingers stroke gently through that pretty black hair he admires and moves more carefully when he finds small tangles in the strands.]
I've got you...I swear it. You're safe...I'm not going anywhere.
[Not until his friend was back to rights with himself, anyway.]
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That is very fair...I don't know if such a world exists, but I've certainly considered it for myself. Just idly, mind, I don't think I could actually make the choice to go to another world, even with one of my loves. I...unfortunately, intend to go back home.
[Is it unfortunately? Doesn't he miss the Moonsea? Yes...he loves the Moonsea...he just hates how many bars it puts around him by being there. He absently presses his lips to Huaisang's hair and forehead.]
Though, if we'd no choice but to stay here ad make a life of it...I suppose I could make that as well. So long as certain things changed. Thank you, I was just...curious.
[Curious if his friend's demands and responsibilities pulled him the way Chris' do.]
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Finally over the line on how much vulnerability he's willing to endure, Huaisang pushes himself to sit up, giving Chris his most wheedling pout.] No more emotions. Can we have sex now?
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Ever the pragmatist. Yes, I'd like that very much, lovely. Not in your fancy living room, though, I know this isn't usually where you take me. How about somewhere I can make a proper mess of you?
[Somewhere he could layer kisses and touches and use plenty of lubricant to prepare his lover before taking him so thoroughly he could only hope it acted as another layer of apology for his behavior. For his oversight.
As well as a thank you for the openness.]
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[He reaches for Chris' hand, wanting to remain in physical contact with him, as close as possible. He still feels a little bit shaky emotionally, between the time they'd been separated, his own insecurity, and the emotional conversation they'd had, and so he desperately wants comfort and pleasure. He always craves intimacy, and now in particular he feels hopelessly needy.]
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He's also careful to lean in and snag a kiss against Huaisang's hair and brow now and again, particularly once they reach the doorway of the room. It seems a good place to press in close and pin his lover, there in that archway.]
You tell me if you want fast and clinging or if you want slow and sweet or any mix thereof and it's yours to have. I am yours to have.
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You mean ... for the afternoon, that you're mine for the afternoon and you'll do your best to cater to my mood and desires for the afternoon. You didn't mean to imply anything more than that. [He offers the words tentatively, studying Chris' eyes for confirmation as to whether Huaisang's understanding it all correctly.]
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...yes. But I can be yours as a lover...I would like to be...not just a friend who plays about, but a proper lover. Someone who cares for you that little bit more...and beyond this afternoon. As I said: as you need...as you desire. Would that be okay?
It might come with foolish pictures of things that make me think of you...and texts with ideas of what I might next do to you...just as fair warning. [He pauses and turns his face to kiss Huaisang's cheek.]
You can also tell me I've got to work for that again. Prove myself for it. I'll understand.
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Yes, [it's barely audible, voice rasping, so he clears his throat and tries again.] Yes.
I'd like ... I'd like that. All of it, but ... yes, including the last part. I mean ... prove yourself. Prove that I can rely on you, but also the ... [Struggling with putting his words together, Huaisang flusters about his own failure, ducking his head but still keeping Chris close. He likes that last part most of all, the prospect of Chris working to have him as a lover. His need to be liked by everyone he meets means that he is often the one putting in effort to charm and win over others. Having someone trying to win him over is absolutely irresistible.] Court me? Maybe?
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Charming and, perhaps, a little intimidating. When had he last properly courted someone in a courtly way? Perhaps never aside from the occasional displays he'd pulled on Jon and Wolfe for fun. Could he do them in seriousness and actually have them have impact?
He was going to find out.
He reaches up to take Huaisang's hand and pulls one away from his shirt to bring it up. Chris' other hand tucks gently under his companion's chin to encourage his chin up and lock eyes with him when Chris brings his knuckles up to kiss.]
Then allow me to court you, my dear Huaisang. I will kiss your hand as is fitting and offer you dance when appropriate and leave you small trinkets that glimmer as you do. On my honor as Lord of the Sonom name and king of the Moonsea's Northern coast.
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His breath quickens, heart thrashing in his chest, feeling close to panic as he fights the urge to retreat from such sincerity or to deflect it with a joke. Accepting being valued still feels like the hardest thing in the world.
He nods, throat too choked up to manage any words, and tightens his grip on Chris' fingers where those knuckles are being kissed. As much as he wants to relax, to be elegant and coy and aloof the way that subjects of courtship usually are in the romantic dramas that he loves so much, accepting this is hard enough. He can't not be intense about it.]
Take me to bed. Tie ... tie me up and take your time with me. [His words are choked, and he knows what he's asking for is both the hardest thing to accept, and also what he needs most: to have someone take care of him, and to be absolved of the need to be a people pleaser by being tied up so all he can do is accept the pleasure he's given.]
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All the more reason to do exactly as he'd promised. He'd had no doubts, but he's even more determined while watching Huiasang struggle with himself
Even the ask itself feels transparent to him and his heart aches. Tie me up, give me no choice but to accept you mean it.
He'd just need to make sure he left no doubts.]
As you say, my gem.
[Not an endearment he'd used before with anyone, but it fell from his lips and felt right enough to stay. He steps in close and doesn't have to bolster his strength with his magic to scoop Huaisang up in his arms to make him a spill of person and elegant fabrics gathered up against the cleric's chest. He strides towards the stairs and the path towards where they'd met more than once before.]
I'll wrap you in your silks and strip you down to your pretty and fine things so you don't ever forget you're as exquisite a sight as they are.
[He makes his promises until he can take them to his friend's bed to lay him gently out on the bedding. That he deserved too, to have something soft holding him while Chris wasn't while in those moments he needed to gather Huaisang's belt from his outfit and any spare silken sashes he could find.]
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Huaisang's happy to let Chris untie his belt, but when Chris suggests using sashes for restraint Huaisang laughs and directs him to the drawer in his bedroom toy chest that contains plenty of silk ropes and other kinds of cuffs and restraints, along with many other toys and supplies.
He watches Chris intently, continuing to worry at his lower lip. He's hungry for more attention, more compliments and validation, all the more so now that it's been promised to him. But he still feels skittish that Chris will vanish, or he'll drive Chris away, that they'll quarrel, or that Chris will become displeased with him.]
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He brings them back over to set up within reach but out of his way for now so he can focus on Huaisang's clothing instead. He's careful with his friend's undressing and every inch of skin slowly revealed through the unfolded layers receives tribute in the form of kisses, sucked marks, and a brush of tongue.
He has his lover half unwrapped when he asks the question he ought to.]
One of the restraints I brought over...I'd like to put it around your neck...at your throat. [He pauses to look up and gauge Huaisang's expression.] Would that be alright with you when paired with tying your wrists and spreading your thighs to be tied to your waist?
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The question makes his brow furrow a little, trying to make sense of what Chris has in mind.] I ... [He lifts his wrists up to his throat, imagining that maybe Chris means tying his wrists beside his throat, so the restraint winds around.] I've never had any interest in choking, but I like collars. I trust your tying skills. [He hopes that covers whatever question Chris is asking, providing permission for ropework that feels like a collar and doesn't choke.]
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Thank you. Relax now, love. I've got you.
[ The rest of Huaisang's outfit is his next focus, all but the pretty jewelry he wears, that he leaves as decoration for Huaisang's form.
When he's got all but his lover's under things stripped away, Chris sets to binding a silken sash around Huaisang's neck and throat, tight enough to be felt but not tight enough to choke. And not attached to his wrists. Those get bound together, above Huaisang's head, and attached to whatever part of the bed Chris can most easily utilize.]
There we go...part one done. How're you feeling? Anything chafe?
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Once he's tied, Huaisang shifts a little, testing the binding. It's secure, but still comfortable.] Feels good, [he keeps his eyes on Chris, constantly needing to reassure himself that Chris is pleased with him and wants him. Worrying at his lower lip, Huaisang gives him a shy but flirty smile.] I like being at your mercy.
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Good...I quite like having you at my mercy.
[Now for the ropes. It takes a few minutes, the careful wrapping of Huaisang's legs so that they're bent at the knee and hoisted up as far next to his side as is comfortable for him. Chris leaves the ends of the ropes tied off with a tail and reaches for his own belt to loop under his lover's hips. Once buckled, he toes those ropes to the extra loops on his belt to keep Huaisang's legs lifted up...and still able to be spread apart from each other for Chris' needs. Something he demonstrates in how he slots himself there between Huaisang's lifted knees to grasp his chin.]
You seem nervous, darling. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not set to leave you so quick to being back in your bed. I know it's something I've got to show, but let me say it as well. I want you....foryou. Your companionship...not just cause your flexibility's enviable.
[He says it like an oath and seals it with a slow, deep kiss and press of his tongue into Huaisang's mouth. His other hand dips down to fondle and toy with his lover's cock, a slow and teasing precursor to anything else.]
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But he's happy to have Chris settle between his thighs, and he rocks slightly up against him, grateful for the warmth and solidity of him.
The promises make Huaisang shy, and it's hard to hold Chris' gaze. He squirms again, overwhelmed by the intensity of being seen and wanted, which is always something he needs but not something he's ever gotten good at accepting. So it's a relief when Chris kisses him, claiming him and sealing his promises. Huaisang moans gladly, lips parting to welcome him in and tongue caressing against Chris', greedy for him and wanting him as deep as possible.]
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He pulls himself away with some reluctance only to slick himself up and press kisses to Huaisang's shoulders and chest. As soon as he's lubed up, his focus shifts to the press of his tip into his lover's body. That slow, steady, stretch has Chris moaning his pleasure against Huaisang's shoulder.
He presses in until he's buried to the hilt and wraps his fingers around the rope at his lover's abdomen for better leverage as his hips take up a steady pace.]
Gods you feel so good...Huaisang...so good for me, darling.
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Whining as Chris pulls away, Huaisang pouts at him, even though he can clearly tell that Chris is focusing on the important task of slicking his cock.
Moaning loudly as Chris slides into him, Huaisang arches and writhes as best he can beneath him, straining against the restraints to try and get closer. He wants to be able to tangle his arms and legs around Chris, to keep him close, but the ropes keep him helpless to do anything but accept the pleasure he's given.]
Chris, [Huaisang whimpers, needy for more. He gazes up at his beautiful, golden lover, feeling timid but also full of yearning.] Chris.
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Magic sees his hands clean in a breath and leaves them free to tend to Huaisang. One arm wraps around behind the slighter man, across his back and up to his shoulder in an embrace that keeps him as close to Chris' chest as the bindings allow them to get. The other tangles in that pretty hair, both to offer a gentle tug and to pet and sooth when the roll of his hips accidentally turns a little too sharp.
He focuses on this: the feeling of holding Huaisang close, peppering his face with kisses and the occasional sucking bite to his neck, as Chris' hips offer a steady pace of deep thrusts into his friend's body.]
I've got you...I've got you, darling...I'll not be letting go...not any time soon...I'll mark you as mine...so long as you ever want it.
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Unable to think or string words together, Huaisang writhes for him, rocking against Chris to meet each thrust as best he can, inviting more and eagerly taking everything that he gets. Whimpers and gasps spill ceaselessly from his lips, and he fails to manage any words at all other than 'yes' and 'Chris'.
Quivering with the intensity of it all, Huaisang's cries quickly rise in pitch and volume until he throws his head back, pressing into Chris' hand in his hair, and comes with a scream.]
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The sounds of him are intoxicating. How he moves and screams and the slick feeling of his come on their bodies, it's all too much and Chris doesn't take much longer in his fevered pace to tumble down into ecstasy with his lover. His body jolts and shakes as he spends into Huaisang, his nails digging in a little sharp where they were holding before.
It takes one breath...two...and then Chris starts working the knots, easy pull things to see Huaisang's limbs free soon enough. He doesn't pull out, though...not when he can just rock gently in and out of his lover's body and feel his spend starting to slowly seep from his body.
Once Huaisang's limbs are free again, Chris gathers him up in the cleric's arms and pets his hair and eases healing magic into the places the ropes had held him.]
There you are, my beauty...you were so good for me...my sweet and wonderful Huaisang.
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He nuzzles at Chris, responding with just a soft little whimper as he clings. His emotions are a whirl now, aching with vulnerability. Chris had given him what he'd asked for, and Huaisang is undone by it, helpless and unraveled, and it feels so hard to believe in Chris' sweet words, to believe that he'll really stay and that he's choosing to make Huaisang an important person in his life.]
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Chris pulls from Huaisang's body and curls about his side instead, to keep his lover close and press small kisses to any part of his skin within easy reach. Chris' fingers stroke gently through that pretty black hair he admires and moves more carefully when he finds small tangles in the strands.]
I've got you...I swear it. You're safe...I'm not going anywhere.
[Not until his friend was back to rights with himself, anyway.]
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