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[eternalgrief]

Xichen's hands were warm, touching him with care but not like he would break. Huaisang likes that, likes the feeling of the other tugging his hair, his breath shuddering as a shiver runs through him at just that simple kiss at a sensitive area. As the other kisses his neck and his hands move, feeling them get lower until the other is pulling him up, pinning him again and he moans at the heat of it, arching his hips into the other's. He can hardly believe this isn't a dream, that Xichen is really touching him this way, pinning him in a way that makes Huaisang feel like he's coming undone at the seams.

There's the passing thought of why again. Treacherous thoughts that the other saying his name keeps at bay. He lets one of his hand slide down the back of the other's scalp tracing the back of his neck down the center of the other's back before splaying out over a shoulder blade.

"You're so strong," he laughs softly, his lips finding whatever skin they can to kiss and drag his teeth again. Yes, strength is apparently a turn on.

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There's a ragged groan when Huaisang arches up, and he finds himself grinding against his hips, chasing that friction. It almost hurts, the feel of fabric dragging across overheated skin, but at the same time it's not enough, another barrier against the slick slide of skin against skin that he really wants.

But it doesn't feel urgent enough for him to want to separate from Huaisang to do anything about it, not yet. Not while he's got Huaisang's teeth against his skin, and he can tighten his grip around the other's thighs, spreading them just a little bit wider to accommodate him slotting between them.

Xichen gives a quiet huff of amusement, the curve of his smile pressing into Huaisang's shoulder because he can't bring himself to pull his lips from his skin, and nips at him almost playfully.

"Strong enough to hold you here, anyway."

He doesn't let himself think about all the other ways he hasn't been strong, because this - he can do this, and right now it's all that matters.

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Huaisang mewls against the other's skin when the other parts his thighs wider, feeling him in between them and the heat just grows. His fingers pull away from the other's back to go to the remaining clothing between the two of them, working to open it up so even if it can't be discarded completely at the moment it can be pushed out of the way.

He can feel the smile and it makes him smile. There's something reviving about being able to be playful again, to mean it. He turns his head to press a soft kiss to the side of the other's temple, one hand burying carefully in his hair again.

"I want you," he whispers hotly against the other's ear after dragging his lips there, tilting his head.

[equivocations]

His eyes slide shut, just for a moment, so he can drink in the sounds that Huaisang's making - but they slam back open when he starts working at their clothes, watching as the other bares them both until the next roll of his hips is skin against skin.

Beautiful, brilliant boy, and Xichen doesn't realize he's said that outloud until he hears the emotion in his own voice, low and rough.

It doesn't phase him. Huaisang is beautiful, and brilliant, and he should probably tell him that more often.

Huaisang murmurs in his ear, and it sends a shudder through him, his already full cock giving a twitch. Oh, he could hear Huaisang say that a thousand times and never grow tired of it, he thinks.

He shifts his grip, sliding one arm underneath where both his hands had been gripping so he can hold him up just like that, freeing up his other hand to get between them. His fingertips drag down Huaisang's stomach before he closes his hand around Huaisang's cock. "I want you," he replies. "Right here, like this. I want to see you come undone."

It's a confession - or at least, he whispers it like one.

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Huaisang stops short a moment at those words, feeling warmth that isn't just arousal come over him. He smiles and ducks his head into the crock of his neck to layer kisses and nips there, over his shoulder and the feeling of the other's skin against his is so good. He pulls his head back when the other shifts, feeling him hold him up against the wall with just one arm as the other...

The other teases him, sliding over his stomach, his muscles contract. It's not the end of it and a shuddered breath escapes Huaisang when the other grasped his cock which is hard and desperate for attention. The words are molton pleasure and desire in his core and he tries to press more flush to Xichen.

"Please," Huaisang says and there's more coyness to it this time, the desperation for affection in the passenger seat to his desires.

[equivocations]

Something warm and soft settles in his ribs at the way his words make Huaisang pause, at the smile he ducks into his neck. He smiles in return, and the kiss he presses behind the other's ear is fond, before he drags his teeth down his earlobe.

He's hot and hard where he's pressed against the inside of Huaisang's thigh, and he can feel every slight shift, the warmth of Huaisang's skin. But every time he thinks about chasing more of it, he gets distracted, taking in every possible sensation - the weight of Huaisang in his hand, the slick friction against his palm when he strokes up, the graze of his fingers against his own cock on every downstroke.

"Please, more?" he asks, his desire giving a slightly intense edge to his otherwise teasing tone.

His touch alternates between firm grip and rough strokes to the featherlight brushes of his fingertips, tracing over Huaisang's cock as though he's trying to map every bit of it. It isn't intended to be a continued tease, not really - well, a little, maybe, but mostly he's looking for Huaisang's reactions, trying to learn what he likes best.

[eternalgrief]

Xichen's cock against his thigh made him ache, he keeps his own hands further up, every part of the other's body is a pleasure to touch and experience. He wants to touch his cock but he purposefully denies both of them. Xichen's hand the most distracting part of him, there's no settled rhythm, the other's grip changing and going from firm and rough to such light touches have him moaning and gripping at the other's shoulders hard. He likes both sorts of touches, the rough and firm hand draws more moans and the light touches draw whimpers and mewls, more wiggling as the touch feels more teasing him.

"More," Huaisang exhales, "please."

There's a pause. "Take your headband off," he whispers softly, he wants to touch his hair without worry. He wants to be able to press their foreheads together at some point.

[equivocations]

Huaisang sounds wonderful, stoking the flames in him higher at the same time as it makes him want to drag this out, to see how long he can keep Huaisang like this. Xichen isn't sure what he wants more, to push him over the edge and watch him unravel, or to keep him on it.

He hasn't decided when he's asked to take his headband off, and his hand stills.

"Huaisang," he says, voice quiet and tender, and he kisses him before he pulls back a little.

There is a brief, absurd moment where he wants to tell Huaisang to remove it himself. But he is not his brother, and although Huaisang is much more aware of what it means than Wei Wuxian had been, it is not something he can allow himself to do when he's fueled by desire.

He lets go of Huaisang's cock to reach back behind him and tug the ribbon free. It is symbolic - there's certainly nothing truly preventing him from losing restraint while he wears it, if he wants to - but he can count on one hand the number of people who have seen him without it, and he can't help but be acutely aware of the intimacy. He lets it fall down to settle on top of his discarded clothes, before he can do something too ridiculous like think about how it would look wrapped around Huaisang's wrists.

His fingers curl back around the other's cock, greedy and desperate, like even the few seconds away were too much. He's decided now, he thinks, and now he settles into a rhythm, strong grip and quick drag.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang kisses him back and he isn't sure the other will actually do it, or that he'll ask why. But he takes it off and doesn't asks questions. A smile tugs at Huaisang's lips as the other pulls the ribbon free, distracting him a bit from the kiss. One hand moves up, sliding through the other's hair without having to keep track of where the ribbon is, without worrying how the other might react if he accidentally touches it.

As the other touches him again he breaks away from his mouth and his lips return to his ear, biting lightly at his earlobe.

"Will you take me?" he asks, voice breathy in his ear as he has one hand buried in the other's hair and the other's fingertips tracing the other's cock, his beautiful perfect cock that Huaisang wants to do so many things with.

[equivocations]

There's another shudder when Huaisang's hands sink completely in his hair, and this time it's accompanied by the sharp press of his hips, grinding up against Huaisang's. It's been a long, long time since someone had free rein with his hair like this, and the touch undoes something in him almost as much as dropping his headband had.

As much as Huaisang whispering in his ear.

"Yes," he promises, even as his hand doesn't slow. "But not yet. I want to see you come like this, first." His teeth press against Huaisang's neck in a messy, open mouthed kiss, as he sets to sucking a mark on his skin. "I want to see how many ways you can unravel in one night."

He doesn't care if it's presumptuous to assume that Huaisang will be willing to spend the night with him, that he's interested in more than getting this out of his system and then parting ways. Perhaps that is all he wants - but then Xichen will just have to make sure it isn't out of his system until morning.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang enjoys the feel of the other's hair, the sound of the other's voice even if the answer makes him whine in protest at first -- it doesn't last long, not with the other pressing an open mouth kiss that quicking shifted to the delicious sensation that walks the line of pain and pleasure where the other is sucking at a sensitive spot.

There's no hurry to get this out of his system, or to think that he wouldn't just want more and more the more he's given.

"And here I was trying not to come too early," Huaisang exhales heavily, the other has him worked up, close to an edge that he'd been shying away from, wanting things to last longer but this, this is a promise of more.

[equivocations]

Oh that - yes, that does something for him, the realization that Huaisang had been keeping himself at bay, trying to prolong this as well. And he already wonders if he can have a second night, because oh he wants to see that, to see Huaisang trying not to come for as long as he can.

He's getting ahead of himself. In all honesty, he is throughly worked up himself, from the friction against Huaisang's thigh, the occasional brushes against his hand, the touch of Huaisang's fingertips - from Huaisang's teeth and lips against his skin, from the sounds he's pulling from him, even from the feel of his cock in his hand as he works him over.

"Don't hold back, please. I will give you as much as you can take, Huaisang." He pauses, considering that. "And perhaps more."

Is it wrong, that he wants to pull Huaisang apart, to make him feel so much pleasure that both of them forget about anything else but this, even if just for tonight? He can't bring himself to care, if it is.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang lifts his head to look at the other, meeting his eyes the look full of need and desire.

"More than I can take?" Huaisang breathes, looking intrigued, looking all the more turned on. He doesn't quite give him a lot of time to answer, curling his fingers in the other's hair and pressing against the back of his head as he leans to kiss him again. His lips are parted, inviting a deeper kiss, wanting to taste him again as the other's hand pulls him closer and closer to the edge.

As he starts to loosen his grip on trying to control himself it's clear that he'll quickly come at the other's hand.

[equivocations]

Huaisang is beautiful, like this. Xichen watches him back, eyes dark and hungry. He's caught up in the other's reaction, and his hips jerk, the slow, erratic shifts he's been making speeding up almost in time with the stroke of his hand over Huaisang's cock.

It means he has no time to answer before Huaisang's fingers are in his hair again, but he doesn't mind. His tongue dips inside those parted lips, exploratory, tracing over the back of the other's lower lip before searching further. When he pauses the kiss, briefly, it's only to rest his forehead against Huaisang's, lips close enough that they're still breathing the same air.

"Until you can think of nothing else." A tall order, perhaps, given that he's always thought of Huaisang as intelligent and now knows just how cunning he can be, but he makes the promise anyway.

He is up for the challenge.

Xichen kisses him again, tongue plunging immediately back in this time to slide over Huaisang's.

[eternalgrief]

The way the other kissed him is consuming, drawing all his focus to it, the way it just adds to the pleasure of the others hand on him, stroking. And he still wants more so when the other speaks he licks his lips and whether it’s the words or the hand on him he moans, fingers digging a little where they’re still holding the back of his head before he barely catches himself. There’s an intimacy in pressing their foreheads together and Huaisang relishes it in the midst of everything else.

Huaisang kisses back, their tongues sliding together, Huaisang finding moments to suck on xichen’s. There continues to be soft little noises muffled moans, quiet mewls and as he gets close to his peak there are gasps.

It’s not long before he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to the older man’s again.

“I’m right there,” his voice a little rough, a little desperate. His cock has started leaking. “Move your hand harder and faster, please.” The please almost comical when the rest sounded more like a command.

[equivocations]

There's a soft, slightly disgruntled noise when Huaisang catches himself from digging his fingers in, and Xichen tilts his head a little bit into the touch. "Don't stop yourself."

He can't seem to get enough of the other's hands in his hair, after all, and he doesn't mind bruises.

The desperate need of his own arousal fades into the background, a little, as everything in him focuses on Huaisang. He takes in every slight movement, the change in the noises he makes, the way his cock leaking makes his grip slicker and faster - memorizing not because he's afraid he won't get to see it again, but because he wants to be able to recognize the signs next time.

He doesn't mind the command, at the moment - what is this for if not to learn what Huaisang likes, what he needs, for the pleasure of seeing him come undone? His grip tightens, thumb pressing roughly at the head in quick circles at a counterpoint to every stroke.

"Let go, Huaisang."

[eternalgrief]

The permission in the other's words is all he needs, letting his fingers dig in slightly, holding onto him tightly as his breathing becomes ragged. In any other position he would have been arching his hips into the other's hand but it's a difficult feat like this to do it more than a few times. But the other is responsive to his needs, his instructions and it's more than enough.

"Ah," Huaisang whimpers as the other's thumb moved over the head of his cock, each time almost making him jerk away at how sensitive he is to touch there. His head falls back against the wall, eyes closed despite wanting to look at Xichen as the feeling of release wells up in him.

When the orgasm does it he's quiet at first but then he moans, back arching as the pleasure spreads through him, his cock aching still but pleasure settling over him. He sags and doesn't move his head or pull his hand from the other's hair when it's over, breathing raggedly.

[equivocations]

Xichen takes advantage of Huaisang tossing his head back like that to mouth along the line of his throat, not quite kisses when it's more the press of teeth. He can feel the vibrations of the way Huaisang whimpers under his lips, and he almost lingers, but - he wants to watch Huaisang as he comes, so he tears himself away to see his face, the way he arches up into him.

He works Huaisang through his release, touch slowing and gentling a little but not stopping. Even when the other sags against him, he keeps going, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure out of him that he can and watching for the moment when it tips over into the oversensitivity of too much.

His cock is still pressed against the inside of Huaisang's thigh, sliding sharply back into focus for him as he watches Huaisang come down - and he can't help the quick jerk of his hips, the drag of his cock against the other's skin now much more intentional.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang took longer than usual to come down from that high. It had been a long time since he'd had an orgasm as intense as that, still feeling where the other's teeth had dragged even once he's gone from his throat. His hand dropped out of the other's hair and gripped his shoulder.

And it doesn't take long before the touch on his length has him squirming, his other hand going to grab the other's wrist as a whimper escape him. Oversensitivity could be fun but it's too early in the night to focus on that he thinks. Not with the way the other's cock moved against his thigh and he reaches down to touch him, giving him a few strong strokes.

"Take me," he leaves off the please but his tone is pleading enough.

[equivocations]

His heart beats a little bit quicker - if he thought Huaisang was beautiful while he was winding up, he is breathtaking now. Xichen feels suddenly, ridiculously grateful that not only is Huaisang letting him see him like this, but Xichen was the one who made it happen.

"Look at you," he murmurs, and his affection is obvious even through the cloud of lust.

He gives one last parting stroke when he feels Huaisang's hand around his wrist, then uncurls his fingers and lets his cock fall from his grip. They'll have more than enough time to get there later.

Still, he can't resist raising one eyebrow, just a little bit teasing even as he arches into the other's hand around his cock.

"Can you handle it this soon?" he asks. His hand slips down to run the pads of his first two fingers over Huaisang's entrance. They're slick with the other's release, but there's still a drag and catch over his skin.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang feels a smile tug at his lips, exhaling heavily when the other lets go of his cock. It's like he could still feel his touch there. His eyes are hooded as he looks at the other man, fingers teasing lightly over the length before pulling away at the question.

He starts to have a smart-aleck reply but it's stopped short when the other teases over him. The muscle tenses and then relaxes his breathing picking up again.

"I can," he says confidently. "You're a long way from making me unable to think of anything else," he adds as a tease.

[equivocations]

Xichen laughs, low and warm, and there's a sweetness in his kiss when he leans down to press his lips against Huaisang's. It lingers even when he deepens the kiss, though it's a little overshadowed by the hunger he doesn't bother to hold back - not when he's still aching and hard, and uninterested in keeping up his usual restraint.

"Good. I'm looking forward to a long night with you."

He keeps teasing for a few moments more before he presses in with just a fingertip, testing.

"Do you have oil?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang kisses him back, feeling the other's hunger and it calls to him and already he starts to feel the stirrings of arousal though they don't quite take hold again yet. He brushes his fingers through the other's hair again, happy with the idea of a long night. He doesn't know what any of this means. He's sure that Xichen didn't see him, didn't want him like this before and he doesn't understand what changed it.

His body gives to the press of the other's fingertip, a slight burn but the pleasant sort and his body seems to tighten greedily around him and he is greedy. He lets out a slow breath.

"Yes but not on me," he answers and he's loathe to not be pinned against the wall if the other decides to set him down.

[equivocations]

His eyes slide shut, briefly, when Huaisang brushes through his hair again. If it wasn't obvious how into that it was, it probably is now. What this means is - Xichen doesn't know, either, but he's trying not to think too much into it. Right now, it's enough to see Huaisang happy, to have him in his arms.

He pulls in a breath as Huaisang lets one out, and the give of his body is enough to make him greedy, too, to press in even further.

It is somewhat ridiculous to consider just carrying Huaisang to wherever it is, rather than separate from him long enough to put him down to go get it, but he is anyway.

"Where?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang really, really likes that Xichen likes his hair being touched, is glad he'd taken off that headband so he could do this without so much worry. He never was good with restraining himself in this sort of situation. He wants and he needs and he will try to get it when he does.

"Ah," he breaths as the other presses in more and he has half a mind to tell the other not to worry about oil, that he would be fine. But he knows it's foolish if they want to go all night. That sort of roughness doesn't bode a second round. His breath is shaky, impatient and wanting.

"By my table or..." he nods toward the partition that would lead to his bed. There's oil in several places, not just in his rooms but in various places he'd in the past had daliances.