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[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.

[equivocations]

It's tempting. It's so tempting, to try to make it work just like this, so they can keep going, but he knows better than that. There's a good hurt and a bad hurt, and he knows if he attempts to take Huaisang without something to ease the stretch, they'll be unlikely to be able to be able to do it again tonight.

So oil it must be, and he glances over where Huaisang indicates, considering.

Taking Huaisang over his table is also a very tempting idea, but in the end the bed wins out, if only because he'd been hoping to end the night there and this will cut out another time when they have to pause to move.

He withdraws, unable to resist one last teasing caress with the pads of his fingers, then settles Huaisang's weight more firmly in his arms.

"Hold on," he instructs, but he doesn't give him much time to prepare before he pulls him away from the wall. Xichen holds him close as he carries him past the partition towards his bed, doing his best to ignore the way that his cock slides and presses against the other with every step.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang's arms wrap around the other's neck when the other shifts his hold, legs wrapping around his waist. He barely needs to be told to hold on, he'll easily latch himself onto the other, eager to keep contact and not part even for a moment.

The other's cock is hard and he finds it impressive, it certainly makes him ache for it.

"Er ge," he moans against the other's ear.

[equivocations]

Xichen - stills, for just a moment, because the last time anyone called him that was that night in the temple, when he snapped at Jin Guangyao that he had lost the right to refer to him as such. But Jin Guangyao is not the only one who has ever called him er ge, and Xichen refuses to allow this to be taken from him.

"A-Sang."

The endearment tumbles out as he tilts his head up to kiss him, and he doesn't stop even when they reach the bed. He doesn't want to let go, so instead he sinks to his knees on the bed, bending to lay Huaisang down and sprawling over him at the same time.

"A-Sang," he says again, and this time his voice is sharp with want.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang smiles at the endearment, kissing him back. He holds him tight as he feels the other lower onto the bed and then soon it's beneath him and Xichen is over him. He reaches for where he keeps his oil, pressing it into Xichen's hand.

"You don't need to spend too much time on me," he murmurs. He isn't patient enough for it.

[equivocations]

That pulls a soft laugh from him, and he shakes his head as he coats his fingers with the oil.

"In that, you are wrong. I would spend all the time in the world on you."

He means it.

But there is enough of a tease in there to show that he knows what Huaisang meant, and this time when he circles back over the other's entrance he presses a finger in up to his second knuckle, twisting to test the stretch.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bites his lip at that and it makes him wonder and question again, questions that he can't bring himself to ask. But he knows the other gets his actual meaning. The other's finger slides in easier but his body is just as greedy as he reaches up to burying his fingers in Xichen's hair, pulling his head down.

"I want you inside of me," he murmurs before pressing his lips to the other's again, biting at his bottom lip at the start before he becomes more pliant in the kiss.

[equivocations]

The question he sees in Huaisang's eyes at that almost makes him stop, to give him some kind of answer, even if it's only half formed - but then the other's hands are in his hair again, tugging him down for a kiss and murmuring in his ear, and all thoughts of slowing down leave his mind.

He responds with a quick nip of his own, licking into Huaisang's mouth at the same time as he slides another finger in. As tempted as he is to linger, his restraint has fractured and cracked the longer he's stayed hard with no relief. His touch is gentle but unyielding, until he's three fingers deep and determinedly curling them to try to find the spot inside Huaisang so he'll know how to angle when he replaces his fingers with his cock.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang moans both at the licking and the finger joining the first. He stays relaxed, making it easier for Xichen to stretch him, his body more than willing to take him. There's a catch in his breath at the third finger, a slight tightening but he quickly relaxes again, one of his hands sliding through the other's hair to grip his back but the other staying curled in it. He might be a little obsessed with touching it.

"Ah," he gasps against the other's lips when the other finds the spot, pleasure sparking strongly through him as his body tightens at the sudden surge of pleasure that resonates right in his cock, already getting hard again.

[equivocations]

They are suitably matched, then, considering Xichen is a little obsessed with having him touch it. It's almost overwhelming, paired with having Huaisang spread out underneath him like this, the knowledge of what he looks like when he's lost to pleasure still fresh in his mind, but it is overwhelming in the best way possible.

There's a soft sound of satisfaction when the other gasps, and he knows he's found it. He presses in, running the pads of his fingertips over it a few times just to feel how he reacts to that spark of pleasure, before he pulls his hand away.

He reaches for the oil again, tipping out some into his hand so he can slick up his cock in preparation. He wants to tease, to rock his hips without purpose a few times just to feel his cock catch and slip over the other's entrance - but he is too far gone to prolong it much longer, and instead he adjusts to line his cock up with Huaisang's hole, pressing in slowly.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang's breath stops when the other's fingers tease against it, his muscles tightening around Xichen's fingers as he lifts his hips. It's enough to have him fully hard again. His entrance flutters a little when the other's fingers leave him as if grasping for them back to fill him.

"Ah..." he moans as the other's length starts to press in slowly. Maybe another time he might have demanded he move faster but he savors it, slowly being filled by the other's cock. It stretches him more than the fingers had and he's tight but he stays relaxed around him, nails digging into his back. "Your cock feels good, er ge," he lifts his hips just slightly again urging him deeper a little faster.

[equivocations]

Honestly, he has to move slowly right now - he's still wound up from pinning Huaisang against the wall, and if he doesn't pace himself and take the time to enjoy this, he suspects it will be too much. There will be time later, he hopes, for variety.

Xichen huffs out something that's half exhale as he bottoms out, half incredulous laughter. He's the one who feels good, when he's got Huaisang pulsing warm and tight around him, pulling him in like he belongs there?

"And you are perfect, A-Sang."

He leans in to kiss him, giving Huaisang time to accommodate and himself time to calm a little, to adjust to the feel of being enveloped so completely.

When he pulls back, he gets his hands on the other's hips, hauling them up until they're raised even further off the bed - he assumes Huaisang would have told him by now, if he didn't like being manhandled a bit, and doesn't hesitate to move him into a position to get a better angle. Then he pulls out, just as slowly as he pressed in, before slamming back in, sharp and sudden.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bites his lip but there's still a pleased noise when the other fills him up completely. It feels good, the just right sort of fit that's rare to come by. He smiles when the other tells him he's perfect even if he doesn't believe it. There's still those questions that comments like that raise but he can bury them in kissing him back, in feeling the other's length.

He hums a little when the other breaks away from the kiss, watching him. His hands slip away from the other's hair and back when Xichen moves. A gasp following the other repositioning him and the different angle inside of him, one of his hands grasps the bedding beneath them. He does very much like being manhandled and it's just another wave of heat through him. And he knows it's only going to get better.

The slowness of the other pulling back has him wiggling impatiently but it's worth it. It's so very worth it when the other's cock is moving back in fast and drawing out a much, much louder cry out of Huaisang. His body tightens as the pleasure of it ripples through him and his hand had twisted in the blanket. The other reaches out to touch, to explore the other's body.

"Like that," he breathes.