Zonghui knows him so well and the simple touch is calming and he nods at the question that answered his own. Not thinking at all is also a good option. He easily comes into the other's lap.
"Make me forget," he says softly, something vaguely like a demand. With the door closed, just the two of them, they could make the world anything they wanted to be as long as they were shut away.
If he could think past his own pain he might truly realize that this might be just as hard, might be harder for Zonghui but he's just spoiled enough to focus on himself in this moment.
And Zonghui is not going to bring it up because he does not want Huaisang to carry a heavier burden, to carry more resentment. Carrying his own pain is bad enough. He doesn't need to carry both.
It's his job, anyway. To carry what he can for both Nie brothers.
Right now, this, he can do. He manages a smile, cupping Huaisang's chin to tilt their faces together.
"Yes, A-Sang."
Then he kisses him, and keeps kissing until his own chest is hurting and only then lets them both breathe properly. His hand stays on Huaisang's cheek, the other one sliding along his back, his side, his hip as they kiss.
Huaisang likes the other's smiles, they melt him and he'd always tried to get ones especially when he definitely shouldn't be. He tilts his head, the other's hand is warm and gentle on him as it often is. He wonders briefly if Zonghui will stop calling him that after, if that familiarness too will go away but he shuts down the thought. This is a time to forget, to bury himself in the time he has left.
The kiss is hungry, a tinge of desperation from Huaisang like someone running away from something that's bound to get them. But with each passing moment he's pulled deeper and deeper into an illusion that he wants Zonghui to help create and the other is doing so well. He reaches up delicate fingers to the other's shoulder and then the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his throat as they part enough to draw a breath.
His other hand moves between them, slowly pulling at robes to start to undress the other. He needed to feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the hardness of his body against Huaisang's.
The one-handed fumbling brings out another smile, this one less of an effort, and he drops he and holding Huaisang's cheek to help. "This fast, hmm?"
Obviously teasing because he is helping, but also distracting because he claims another kiss, then trails his lips along Huaisang's chin until they reach the spot between the jawline and the ear, kissing there before sucking on the earlobe, and then breathing into Huaisang's ear. "So beautiful. Which do you want, A-Sang? To feel my weight pressing you down, or to ride me and let me drive up into you until my hands on your hips are holding you up because you knees aren't?"
Huaisang just hums his affirmation. Maybe he's quick to start but he intends to keep Zonghui busy for quite a while. There's no better time to start than now. He does smile, starting to shed some of the ache for the moment. With Zonghui's help it doesn't take long to start making quick work even as the warmth of his lips press to his own again before leaving a trail of subtle pleasure allt he way to his ear.
There's a visible shudder, his ears and the skin around them sensitive as ever and he allows a quiet mewl of pleasure. When Zonghui calls his beautiful the world always tilts on his axis and everything melts inside of him, it always.
Both options are good, both are things that he wants, that he needs. He knows that choosing one doesn't mean that the other isn't a possibility too. He squirms in the other's lap as very vividly imagines his options.
However, as he makes his decision he adds in a variation.
"Start against the wall and then carry me to the bed so I can ride you."
It gives him a taste of feeling Zonghui's weight until later but also still riding before his muscles would already be starting to fatigue.
He only reaches to grab ointment from the sleeve of his discarded robe, then just picks Huaisang up, stepping quickly to the wall to press the slighter body between his and the wall - Huaisang's knees hitched up over Zonghui's elbows. For a while, he simply holds him like that and kisses, before he shifts only so he can uncap the ointment and dip his fingers into him, then reaches, without letting go, to circle a finger around Huaisang's hole. Only around, massaging sweetly. Kissing, and looking at Huaisang, waiting for the moment he will glare back as a sign to press a finger in.
Huaisang's arms went around the other as he's lifted and pressed to the wall. He really enjoys positions that shows Zonghui's strength. It is always more arousing, though, Zonghui often serves as an aphrodisiac by existing and being so good to him. He doesn't know what he would do without him. He doesn't think he could do it without him supporting him as he always has. But the position isn't lending to thinking at all and he's quickly drawn into only paying attention to what the other's doing, to the way they kiss, Huaisang hungry and greedy with his kisses one hand curled between the other's shoulder blades and the other at the nape of Zonghui's neck.
There's only so much teasing that Huaisang is in the mood for, though sometimes, he loves Zonghui teasing him until he comes apart. But this, tonight, the other's finger taking far too long to actually press in and he pulls his head back, narrowing his eyes and wiggling in the other's hold. "Now," Huaisang demands. "And quickly," he's eager for his cock tonight, for the other to make him forget everything else and just exist with Zonghui.
"Eager." Zonghui growls softly in his ear, but his finger stays in for another moment before it gets withdrawn and he oils himself generously. Then he lifts Huaisang's legs up a little higher and starts pressing in.
Slow and steady, and when the point of discomfort hits, he will pull back a notch before pressing in again. Eyes on his lover's face.
He is going to lose him. Soon. But until then, he will claim him, over and over again. Just like Huaisang wants him to.
"Mm," Huaisang agrees, he's very eager. The other didn't tease him long at all and soon the other's cock is pressing in as he's held against the wall. He wants to forget the fact that his brother is forcing him to marry, that Zonghui wouldn't bend the rules for him, that the other couldn't...and Huaisang knew that was right but how it aches... He loves Zonghui.
He keeps redirecting his focus to the pleasure and not the pain in his heart. He looks at the other as the other presses in and pulls back and the rhythm of it starts. His hands caress over him, his back, shoulders down his chest as he leans forward to press another hungry and desperate kiss to his lips.
Zonghui can't. He can't take from Huaisang the chance he does have for domestic - peace, if not happiness. Neither of them know, perhaps Huaisang can come to love his wife to be, if not kept from the possibility by the guilt of - well, betraying the vows he would make to her, deliberately and regularly.
But those are vows not yet made, and for a little while longer, Huaisang can be his. His to kiss breathless, his to hold, his to pin against the wall, and thrust into, hard and deep, varying the angle until he finds the spot which will make it even better.
His to love.
It doesn't take long because Zonghui's control starts to crumble, and he shivers slightly, burying his fare against the crook of Huaisang's neck for a moment before raising it so he can gasp out against his ear.
"A-Sang. My A-Sang. Beautiful. I'll make you cry out again and again, and you'll be able to feel what we are doing for days."
Each thrust draws a cry from Huaisang, louder when the other starts to hit just the right angle, his toes curling as his head thumps back against the wall.
"Ah, Zonghui," he moans and he doesn't care who might overhear, his nails dig into the other's skin and he rocks his hips down as much as he can into the position that mostly immobilizes him, leaving him at the mercy of the other's strong and deep thrusts.
"Please," he moans at the words, wanting to feel it for days, wanting to keep prolonging the days he feels it. There's a choked sound that might be a sob as he says "please," again, burying his head forward into the crook of the other's neck. "Harder."
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"Make me forget," he says softly, something vaguely like a demand. With the door closed, just the two of them, they could make the world anything they wanted to be as long as they were shut away.
If he could think past his own pain he might truly realize that this might be just as hard, might be harder for Zonghui but he's just spoiled enough to focus on himself in this moment.
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It's his job, anyway. To carry what he can for both Nie brothers.
Right now, this, he can do. He manages a smile, cupping Huaisang's chin to tilt their faces together.
"Yes, A-Sang."
Then he kisses him, and keeps kissing until his own chest is hurting and only then lets them both breathe properly. His hand stays on Huaisang's cheek, the other one sliding along his back, his side, his hip as they kiss.
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The kiss is hungry, a tinge of desperation from Huaisang like someone running away from something that's bound to get them. But with each passing moment he's pulled deeper and deeper into an illusion that he wants Zonghui to help create and the other is doing so well. He reaches up delicate fingers to the other's shoulder and then the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his throat as they part enough to draw a breath.
His other hand moves between them, slowly pulling at robes to start to undress the other. He needed to feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the hardness of his body against Huaisang's.
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Obviously teasing because he is helping, but also distracting because he claims another kiss, then trails his lips along Huaisang's chin until they reach the spot between the jawline and the ear, kissing there before sucking on the earlobe, and then breathing into Huaisang's ear. "So beautiful. Which do you want, A-Sang? To feel my weight pressing you down, or to ride me and let me drive up into you until my hands on your hips are holding you up because you knees aren't?"
At least as the stat of the night.
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There's a visible shudder, his ears and the skin around them sensitive as ever and he allows a quiet mewl of pleasure. When Zonghui calls his beautiful the world always tilts on his axis and everything melts inside of him, it always.
Both options are good, both are things that he wants, that he needs. He knows that choosing one doesn't mean that the other isn't a possibility too. He squirms in the other's lap as very vividly imagines his options.
However, as he makes his decision he adds in a variation.
"Start against the wall and then carry me to the bed so I can ride you."
It gives him a taste of feeling Zonghui's weight until later but also still riding before his muscles would already be starting to fatigue.
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He only reaches to grab ointment from the sleeve of his discarded robe, then just picks Huaisang up, stepping quickly to the wall to press the slighter body between his and the wall - Huaisang's knees hitched up over Zonghui's elbows. For a while, he simply holds him like that and kisses, before he shifts only so he can uncap the ointment and dip his fingers into him, then reaches, without letting go, to circle a finger around Huaisang's hole. Only around, massaging sweetly. Kissing, and looking at Huaisang, waiting for the moment he will glare back as a sign to press a finger in.
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There's only so much teasing that Huaisang is in the mood for, though sometimes, he loves Zonghui teasing him until he comes apart. But this, tonight, the other's finger taking far too long to actually press in and he pulls his head back, narrowing his eyes and wiggling in the other's hold. "Now," Huaisang demands. "And quickly," he's eager for his cock tonight, for the other to make him forget everything else and just exist with Zonghui.
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Slow and steady, and when the point of discomfort hits, he will pull back a notch before pressing in again. Eyes on his lover's face.
He is going to lose him. Soon. But until then, he will claim him, over and over again. Just like Huaisang wants him to.
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He keeps redirecting his focus to the pleasure and not the pain in his heart. He looks at the other as the other presses in and pulls back and the rhythm of it starts. His hands caress over him, his back, shoulders down his chest as he leans forward to press another hungry and desperate kiss to his lips.
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But those are vows not yet made, and for a little while longer, Huaisang can be his. His to kiss breathless, his to hold, his to pin against the wall, and thrust into, hard and deep, varying the angle until he finds the spot which will make it even better.
His to love.
It doesn't take long because Zonghui's control starts to crumble, and he shivers slightly, burying his fare against the crook of Huaisang's neck for a moment before raising it so he can gasp out against his ear.
"A-Sang. My A-Sang. Beautiful. I'll make you cry out again and again, and you'll be able to feel what we are doing for days."
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"Ah, Zonghui," he moans and he doesn't care who might overhear, his nails dig into the other's skin and he rocks his hips down as much as he can into the position that mostly immobilizes him, leaving him at the mercy of the other's strong and deep thrusts.
"Please," he moans at the words, wanting to feel it for days, wanting to keep prolonging the days he feels it. There's a choked sound that might be a sob as he says "please," again, burying his head forward into the crook of the other's neck. "Harder."