Oh, look at that, [Huaisang teases, admiringly lifting Jiang Cheng's cock with a gentle fingertip.] No underwear, Wanyin?
Hmmmm. [He inspects the 'patient' with an appraising eye, trying to tell if there's any bruising.] I see. I'm afraid you're in very critical condition, Young Master Jiang. Amputation may be required if we don't start a rigorous course of treatment immediately.
[And yet here he is continuing to nod seriously rather than starting on that 'treatment'.]
[ Oh fuck. Nie Huaisang's teasingly tender touch and his observant eyes are sending all the blood right to his groin and yet at the same time, his theatrics are making giddy laughter bubble up in him. He is, in fact, still a little bit sensitive from the stubbing but not enough to lessen the sparks of delight even the tiniest touch sends through him. It's all confusing and embarrassing and all he can do is do his best to muster a glower. ]
Then you should get to it, shouldn't you? [ He does manage a fairly effective arch look. He reaches down, running his thumb over Nie Huaisang's oh so tempting lips. ] Do you always talk this much when there is an emergency?
Mhm. [Huaisang kisses that thumb, then licks it sweetly and sucks it into his mouth for just a moment, taking it to the hilt and hollowing his cheeks around it to drive Jiang Cheng even more crazy.
Then he pulls back suddenly, getting up and heading to the cupboard. Fetching a small bowl, he fills it with a few pieces of ice and comes back to kneel.
Grinning up at his lover, he holds Jiang Cheng's eyes as he pops a piece of ice into his mouth and shifts it into his cheek. Only then does he take Jiang Cheng's cock into his mouth, letting him feel warm tongue, warm lips, warm mouth contrasting against the slick shock of ice pressed along one side of his cock.]
[ He is already breathless with anticipation before Huaisang even takes him back into his mouth and yet when he feels the shock of hot and cold, he still gives a startled full-body jerk, followed by a moan that he would have called downright pathetic for how needy it is.
He curses in a blue stream under his breath and then, with Huaisang's tongue playing him so skillfully, the oh so fearsome curses turn into a stream of babble. His fingers dig into Nie Huaisang's hair, not controlling his pace or moving his head, no, simply because he needs to hold on to him. His other hand is curled into a tight fist at his side. ]
[Huaisang always likes neediness, since he receives it as validation. Delighted at the reaction he gets, he slides his mouth down as far as he can comfortably go, bobbing his head. Deepthroating is a struggle for him on a good day, and with the piece of ice in his cheek he doesn't even try. Wrapping a warm hand hand around the base of Jiang Cheng's cock to compensate, he bobs his head smoothly, having to lift up every so often to move the ice into his other cheek. After a minute, both his cheeks are stinging from the ice, so he spits it into the bowl, giving Jiang Cheng a moment of reprieve as he sucks him off without ice.]
You are... Oh. [ The chip of ice may be a reprieve from the overload of sensations but there is still Huaisang's merciless tongue and his fingers that he can't get enough of. His legs tremble a little and he forces himself to take deep, steadying breath to keep himself from coming sooner than his pride permits. But pride or no pride, if Nie Huaisang wants neediness, this much he has achieved already. Jiang Cheng is rocking against him with gritted teeth, trying so hard to keep himself from thrusting into his lover's mouth as he aches to do. ] Please. Don't tease.
[Huaisang lifts up for a moment at that, precisely the opposite reaction from what Jiang Cheng had pleaded for, and gives him a coy arch of brow, because right now he's focused on applying his best blow job skills and it's the least teasing he's been all evening.]
Sorry, Jiang-xiong. [He's not. He is the opposite of sorry. He is a unrepentant menace with wickedly promising eyes.] I should be giving you what I promised. [His motions are maddeningly slow as he picks up another piece of ice and places it to his lips, sucking it between them so that it disappears into his mouth. Grinning cheerfully up at his lover, he then promptly sucks him back down, bobbing his head swiftly with the ice in his cheek, searing a path down one side of Jiang Cheng's cock while heated lips and tongue embrace him on all other sides.]
[ The noise he makes when Huaisang first takes him back into his mouth is so loud he would be mortified if he still had the presence of mind to worry about how needy he sounds. He's a little bit beyond that, though, his hands scrambling for purchase somewhere, anywhere, which ends up Huaisang's hair. There is a steady stream of "oh fuck" escaping him as he gently rocks himself forward, needing more even as his mind is felt dizzy from the twin sensations pleasurable heat and stinging cold. And through it all there is Huaisang's tongue and that infuriating little cheerful grin that is still seared into Jiang Cheng's mind now that Huaisang's lips are already shaped around his cock. It's too much, far too much and he struggles, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he feels his balls tighten. His fingers tighten in his hair. ] A-Sang, I...
[Huaisang knows him well enough to recognize the signs that he's close. He doesn't slow his pace, but he reaches blindly for the bowl, fingers closing around a piece of ice. His one hand continues stroking at Jiang Cheng's cock, working in tandem with his mouth, while the other rises with that new piece of ice, knuckles bumping against Jiang Cheng's balls as he finds his destination without looking. The ice cube slides against the back of Jiang Cheng's balls for a moment before Huaisang presses it into place against his perineum, holding it there while he continues the blowjob. He's not quite sure whether this is going to instantly trigger Jiang Cheng's orgasm, intensify it, or delay it enough to really drive him crazy, but Huaisang is excited to find out.]
[ He tenses a little in giddy anticipation when he vaguely becomes aware of Huaisang reaching for more ice and then it is there, burning cold against his balls making him gasp and shudder while he keeps lavishing his cock with his tongue. His hand tightens and he tries to hold on, something that is just barely possible right until the moment Huaisang shifts the cube to his entrance.
A full-body jolt goes through him, a strangled moan and then he is coming, just barely remembering not to grip his lover's hair too tight in case he needs to pull away, spilling himself with little groans and gasps of Huaisang's name that sound half reverent and half like a curse. ]
[Huaisang pulls back as he starts to come, using his hands to stroke Jiang Cheng's shaft to draw out all of it. He catches the seed on his tongue, swallowing it along with the ice cube (now much reduced in size).
Rising to his feet, Huaisang presses close against Jiang Cheng's chest, giving him a sweet smile and lifting his chin, inviting kisses.] Feel better?
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TFLN cont; stub your boner, legbreakings
Oh, look at that, [Huaisang teases, admiringly lifting Jiang Cheng's cock with a gentle fingertip.] No underwear, Wanyin?
Hmmmm. [He inspects the 'patient' with an appraising eye, trying to tell if there's any bruising.] I see. I'm afraid you're in very critical condition, Young Master Jiang. Amputation may be required if we don't start a rigorous course of treatment immediately.
[And yet here he is continuing to nod seriously rather than starting on that 'treatment'.]
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Then you should get to it, shouldn't you? [ He does manage a fairly effective arch look. He reaches down, running his thumb over Nie Huaisang's oh so tempting lips. ] Do you always talk this much when there is an emergency?
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Then he pulls back suddenly, getting up and heading to the cupboard. Fetching a small bowl, he fills it with a few pieces of ice and comes back to kneel.
Grinning up at his lover, he holds Jiang Cheng's eyes as he pops a piece of ice into his mouth and shifts it into his cheek. Only then does he take Jiang Cheng's cock into his mouth, letting him feel warm tongue, warm lips, warm mouth contrasting against the slick shock of ice pressed along one side of his cock.]
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He curses in a blue stream under his breath and then, with Huaisang's tongue playing him so skillfully, the oh so fearsome curses turn into a stream of babble. His fingers dig into Nie Huaisang's hair, not controlling his pace or moving his head, no, simply because he needs to hold on to him. His other hand is curled into a tight fist at his side. ]
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Sorry, Jiang-xiong. [He's not. He is the opposite of sorry. He is a unrepentant menace with wickedly promising eyes.] I should be giving you what I promised. [His motions are maddeningly slow as he picks up another piece of ice and places it to his lips, sucking it between them so that it disappears into his mouth. Grinning cheerfully up at his lover, he then promptly sucks him back down, bobbing his head swiftly with the ice in his cheek, searing a path down one side of Jiang Cheng's cock while heated lips and tongue embrace him on all other sides.]
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A full-body jolt goes through him, a strangled moan and then he is coming, just barely remembering not to grip his lover's hair too tight in case he needs to pull away, spilling himself with little groans and gasps of Huaisang's name that sound half reverent and half like a curse. ]
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Rising to his feet, Huaisang presses close against Jiang Cheng's chest, giving him a sweet smile and lifting his chin, inviting kisses.] Feel better?