[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.]
[Huaisang nestles back into his arms, grateful for it. His breathing eases and his body relaxes as Chris holds him. Even though the promises were still a little hard to believe, they were sweet and caring, and Huaisang wanted to trust to the affection if not the promises themselves.
He keeps quiet, nestling back against him and just appreciating the care and warmth for as long as it lasts, not wanting to do or say anything that might hurry that along.]
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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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He keeps quiet, nestling back against him and just appreciating the care and warmth for as long as it lasts, not wanting to do or say anything that might hurry that along.]