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 Zonghui growls softly in his ear, but his finger stays in for another moment before it gets withdrawn and he oils himself generously.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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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."