Wen Chao struggles to get his heart to return to normal, to breathe once the other let him go. He's still struggling with the rising sensation of warmth, need... The other is surely doing that on purpose and it makes him want to resist all the more.
"I can keep myself occupied," Wen Chao counters, contrary because after that he must but still he doesn't directly go against his husband. He tries to put more distance between them and it never starts to work and it's more apparent what's happening. He wants to make the accusation but that would mean admitting that he was feeling a heat starting. It appears Lan Xichen isn't as pure as he seems, Wen Chao thinks to himself.
He's sure the other's already smelling it, the scent of the alpha beside him is overpowering the more sensitive he becomes to it. He tries to put distance between them again, walking a few steps away from him. "You've shown me enough."
"I am sure you can, and yet the ways you are used to are not our ways." Soft, complacent.... ish.
"But if you have enough, of course. I can show you to our quarters next, so you can rest." The corner of his eyes crinkle even as his nostrils flare. "It has been an eventful day."
Wen Chao wants to say no. The last thing he wants is to be in their quarters. He wants to be far from his husband but it seems that's not possible. He feels the urge to submit and there's a frustrated expression that passes his face. Maybe... Xichen would leave him alone, maybe he could stop this before it couldn't be stopped.
"Yes," he agrees at length, not looking at Xichen because the other's eyes do something to him. Eventful is one way of putting and it now it seems that he's going to have an unexpected heat that leaves him vulnerable on their wedding night.
Lan Xichen also has enough control, in fact, to know better than not leaving a choice.
The quarters have been prepared, even before this, to accommodate this. There is an inner room which has its own closing partition, and Xichen shows him there. His voice is... a little rough around the edges, but still musical and sweet.
"I know... there are things that are expected to happen. But there are... reasons why I would not force myself on you, husband. I will only enter this partition if you invite me; and you are welcome to come to me," he gestures to the bed in the next one, "if you so choose. Our natures are outside our control; our choices are not. You have your own choices, too."
Wen Chao stares at the partition and there's a part of him that doesn't really believe it. No omega is treated with such respect by an alpha. It makes him suspicious. So he's no less hostile than he has been in the face of the other's words.
But it's hard to keep hostile when he's getting warm, when he wants to strip his clothes off... when he feels his body's growing need. His hands curl at his sides.
"Did you do this on purpose?" he questions, despite all his words the moment he'd felt it coming on is the moment the other had grabbed his chin. He's still in control, still won't give into his instincts just yet but he knows he will soon. It had been easy locked away alone it wouldn't be easy when he has a spouse that's so close. There's a part of him that's thinking that's not so bad and maybe if he's not so angry about the entire situation that put him in a marriage with Lan Xichen in the first place he would have more easily accepted that voice inside himself.
"I am afraid not. There may be songs that can induce heat, but that is not something I have ever had a need of - heats are trial enough when they come naturally, I have observed. I would not wish to force them on anyone.
"I have read that being in close proximity with someone you are very compatible with may cause their onset, but that part, I do not have control over."
The compatibility, that is.
"Unless, of course, there are other things that cause your own to begin...?"
Maybe it was that it had already been about to begin, maybe it isn't that Xichen is the one that triggered it.
"We're not very compatible," it sounds emptier and less confident than Wen Chao had intended. He looks away after that, crossing his arms. He doesn't know anything else that serves as a trigger for him. He hasn't had all that many heats and all of them tended to be predictable, it was just time. And he has never been with an alpha before and he won't tell that either. He shakes his head just slightly to answer the question.
All in all, he can't meet the other's eyes it's too hard to look at him and be dishonest.
... Wen Chao does not, in fact, slip into the provided space and slam the partition shut, and that disorients Xichen for all of a couple of heartbeats.
Then his smile settles back on, and he motions towards the table, moving there to pour tea for them both.
"Come." Not really a command, but definitely a confident invitation. "This will not help too much with the warmth, but perhaps it might settle your mind a little."
Wen Chao should say no. He shouldn't accept anything even just tea but with a bit of a scowl he moves to the table to settle, ignoring the growing warmth, the growing need. He knows that by not getting away he's giving in, that before long he'll all but be ready to just jump on the other. He's angrier at himself than anything. Weak, that's what his father like to tell him he was and he was right. That's why he's the one that's here.
"I am afraid my answer will not be particularly heart-warming. The considerations of the Sect lie far above my own personal ones, so other than absence of a particular dislike for you, everything else was... more abstract." He does raise his eyes to look at him. "One cannot help but hope that things will work out, that with time we will find mutual understanding, perhaps even more, but I have always known that chances are very slim that I would get the opportunity to choose a spouse following my heart.
"That is ... not the same as saying my heart is closed to you, however."
Wen Chao wants to say that he doesn't want heartwarming and he doesn't want the other's heart but the sentiment doesn't reach his tongue. He also wishes the tea were something stronger but he's aware of the rules of Cloud Recesses and he'll surely be constantly chafing under them just another slight against him in his eyes.
He takes a sip of the tea before setting it down, feeling restless and all the more aware of his body. His fingers pull at the collar of his robes and why is the other's voice so... pleasant.
Maybe they are very compatible... no, he refuses to accept that.
"I had no choice. In the Nightless City, omegas are simply property," Wen Chao doesn't know why he's telling him this. "I spent my heats locked away and that's one of the reasons I was chosen."
If he's going to be in heat and he won't be able to resist the other then Xichen should know.
"I won't be able to resist you here."
Maybe it's the heat or maybe he's just tired, the hostility is exhausting to keep up when the other is being so kind in the face of it.
Wen Chao looks down at being told he's not property here. He refrains from saying that he still is even if they're kinder here. He still belongs to Xichen now.
He tightens his jaw at the question and a part of him wants to say no to those things but is there a point? It would happen eventually. He likes to think he isn't a coward or at least he wants other people not to think of him as weak or a coward.
"I don't see a point in you holding back. I am bound to you already."
Wen Chao still finds this hard to completely accept but the other's hand is cool and Wen Chao is on fire. He said yes and he meant it but it doesn't mean he doesn't find himself a little scared, he'd always been such a coward despite all his bravado.
So Xichen leans to do that. For long heartbeats, it is simple kiss on the lips, then the tip of Xichen's tongue slides over his husband's lips, and then gently pries them open to slip between them, seeking out Wen Chao's tongue, in turn.
It's still a slow kiss, seeking out a response more than making a statement.
Although if Wen Chao does respond...
Then he will start feeling the pressure of an Alpha's desire. Contained, but burning all the same.
Wen Chao's pulse picks up as they kiss, an almost chaste kiss at first before he feels the other's tongue and a quiet sound escapes unbidden as his lips part for him. He returns the kiss, his tongue pressing up to Xichen's tasting the alpha in his mouth and it makes the ache all that much more intense.
His hands curl into fists at his thigh as he tries to resist the urge to reach out and touch, Xichen -- still a little stubborn, a little resistant to giving into his nature but he's already falling into it.
Xichen lets him resist, for now, instead smiling softly when his eyes open again. "Good. You are doing so well."
And another kiss, longer, too, the hand on Wen Chao's cheek sliding gently until it can undo the omega's elaborate wedding hair arrangement, letting dark locks fall heavy on red-clad shoulders.
Wen Chao is thrown off guard by the other's words, what does one even say that. He doesn't know what to do with it. He's pretty sure no one has said he's doing well at anything before. He doesn't have to focus on it too long, the perplexed expression slipping away as they kiss again. His hair falls and that gesture almost feels more intimate than the kiss itself.
This... will probably be a constant revelation for the next... pretty long while, but what is coming up will be very, very intimate.
Like the way long elegant fingers raise the weight of dark hair slightly to arrange it just over Wen Chao's shoulder, fingertips brushing deliberately, lingering, the edge of his ear, the curve of his neck.
"Then we will need to explore what brings you the most pleasure." The eyes holding Wen Chao's crinkle slightly at the corners. "I am sure it will be an exploration that will surprise you, sometimes."
Wen Chao will probably continue to be flustered and off guard until he’s at
the point where he can’t think anymore. He can definitely still think, even
with the others fingers— leaving his skin alive with sensation with his
cool touch that somehow made Wen Chao feel all the hotter. As the other
touches his neck his head instinctively tilts back some despite himself, a
show of submission exposing it more to him.
What is even happening to him? He might still suspect Lan Xichen has made
this happen somehow.
“Mm,” Wen Chao shivers, and he knows it’s true. He has a feeling that
Xichen is gonna be right most of the time and that is going to be very
annoying.
“Just fix this,” he says huffily because it’s the closest he can come to
outright asking ... demanding that the other help him feel better, less on
fire and less needing him. Before Wen Chao does something foolish.
He did not, in fact, do it on purpose. But he is certainly ramping it up on purpsoe, because he is an alpha and because Wen Chao presents a challenge and alphas don't easily accept those without going for complete annihilation.
His lips trail down the exposed neck now, his voice close to a purr against the offered skin.
"You know that won't happen if I make you finish again and again, don't you, A-Chao? You know that it will still burn in your bones if you are not fully satisfied. If you don't lose yourself in me." Down to the hollow of his neck, and then back up, to the lobe of his ear which Xichen sucks on. "But we can start with the relief for the moment, soon, if you are ready. You need not even undress - you may stain your wedding robes, untouched."
That, there, is permission. Firm and decisive, as Xichen's teeth sink lightly into the side of Wen Chao's throat. Not nearly enough to break skin. Not nearly close enough to the gland that will bring its own way of relief - neither of them is ready for that, anyway. But still, the slight sting of a bite. Then the soothing kiss, light lick over the abused skin.
Wen Chao finds it harder and harder not to reach out and touch or press himself close or anything to get more. It should bother him that the other calls him like that but it doesn't, his voice, his lips are just filling him with more need. He knows Xichen is right, knows he won't be able to stop it from happening, losing himself in Xichen. He chokes back a moan when the other sucks on his ear lobe and for a moment he loses all coherent thought but when it returns he processes the other's words, his length aching and his body clearly prepared for an alpha.
"Untouched...no..." he starts to protest, somehow that seems embarrassing but he stops short as he feels the bite of the other's teeth and this time he couldn't choke back the moan, he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the front of the other's robes. His hands twisted them slightly as the gentler tongue and lips replaced the teeth and they had him shivering too.
"Hot, it's so hot," he starts, he felt like every nerve was on fire with desire and he ached to his very core. "Good..." he adds. "Do it again."
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"I can keep myself occupied," Wen Chao counters, contrary because after that he must but still he doesn't directly go against his husband. He tries to put more distance between them and it never starts to work and it's more apparent what's happening. He wants to make the accusation but that would mean admitting that he was feeling a heat starting. It appears Lan Xichen isn't as pure as he seems, Wen Chao thinks to himself.
He's sure the other's already smelling it, the scent of the alpha beside him is overpowering the more sensitive he becomes to it. He tries to put distance between them again, walking a few steps away from him. "You've shown me enough."
Mmhm... hate and heat have the same letters...
"But if you have enough, of course. I can show you to our quarters next, so you can rest." The corner of his eyes crinkle even as his nostrils flare. "It has been an eventful day."
...that is true
"Yes," he agrees at length, not looking at Xichen because the other's eyes do something to him. Eventful is one way of putting and it now it seems that he's going to have an unexpected heat that leaves him vulnerable on their wedding night.
Alphas.
I try
The quarters have been prepared, even before this, to accommodate this. There is an inner room which has its own closing partition, and Xichen shows him there. His voice is... a little rough around the edges, but still musical and sweet.
"I know... there are things that are expected to happen. But there are... reasons why I would not force myself on you, husband. I will only enter this partition if you invite me; and you are welcome to come to me," he gestures to the bed in the next one, "if you so choose. Our natures are outside our control; our choices are not. You have your own choices, too."
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But it's hard to keep hostile when he's getting warm, when he wants to strip his clothes off... when he feels his body's growing need. His hands curl at his sides.
"Did you do this on purpose?" he questions, despite all his words the moment he'd felt it coming on is the moment the other had grabbed his chin. He's still in control, still won't give into his instincts just yet but he knows he will soon. It had been easy locked away alone it wouldn't be easy when he has a spouse that's so close. There's a part of him that's thinking that's not so bad and maybe if he's not so angry about the entire situation that put him in a marriage with Lan Xichen in the first place he would have more easily accepted that voice inside himself.
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"I am afraid not. There may be songs that can induce heat, but that is not something I have ever had a need of - heats are trial enough when they come naturally, I have observed. I would not wish to force them on anyone.
"I have read that being in close proximity with someone you are very compatible with may cause their onset, but that part, I do not have control over."
The compatibility, that is.
"Unless, of course, there are other things that cause your own to begin...?"
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"We're not very compatible," it sounds emptier and less confident than Wen Chao had intended. He looks away after that, crossing his arms. He doesn't know anything else that serves as a trigger for him. He hasn't had all that many heats and all of them tended to be predictable, it was just time. And he has never been with an alpha before and he won't tell that either. He shakes his head just slightly to answer the question.
All in all, he can't meet the other's eyes it's too hard to look at him and be dishonest.
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Then his smile settles back on, and he motions towards the table, moving there to pour tea for them both.
"Come." Not really a command, but definitely a confident invitation. "This will not help too much with the warmth, but perhaps it might settle your mind a little."
Because tea.
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"Why did you agree to this?"
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Xichen wraps long fingers around the tiny cup.
"I am afraid my answer will not be particularly heart-warming. The considerations of the Sect lie far above my own personal ones, so other than absence of a particular dislike for you, everything else was... more abstract." He does raise his eyes to look at him. "One cannot help but hope that things will work out, that with time we will find mutual understanding, perhaps even more, but I have always known that chances are very slim that I would get the opportunity to choose a spouse following my heart.
"That is ... not the same as saying my heart is closed to you, however."
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He takes a sip of the tea before setting it down, feeling restless and all the more aware of his body. His fingers pull at the collar of his robes and why is the other's voice so... pleasant.
Maybe they are very compatible... no, he refuses to accept that.
"I had no choice. In the Nightless City, omegas are simply property," Wen Chao doesn't know why he's telling him this. "I spent my heats locked away and that's one of the reasons I was chosen."
If he's going to be in heat and he won't be able to resist the other then Xichen should know.
"I won't be able to resist you here."
Maybe it's the heat or maybe he's just tired, the hostility is exhausting to keep up when the other is being so kind in the face of it.
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"Are there limits you wish to set while you can choose? Knotting, bonding, they can both - not be imposed on you."
Xichen has had enough ruts to know the limits of his self-control. These two things will not be easy, but he can commit to refraining from them.
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He tightens his jaw at the question and a part of him wants to say no to those things but is there a point? It would happen eventually. He likes to think he isn't a coward or at least he wants other people not to think of him as weak or a coward.
"I don't see a point in you holding back. I am bound to you already."
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Steady, certain.
This kind of belonging goes both ways, after all. It will not be fully in effect until Wen Chao realizes that, too.
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"I'm telling you yes, though," Wen Chao says, he can't say that he wants them, even though he thinks it might be true despite himself.
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"Then may I kiss you right now?"
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"Yes."
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It's still a slow kiss, seeking out a response more than making a statement.
Although if Wen Chao does respond...
Then he will start feeling the pressure of an Alpha's desire. Contained, but burning all the same.
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His hands curl into fists at his thigh as he tries to resist the urge to reach out and touch, Xichen -- still a little stubborn, a little resistant to giving into his nature but he's already falling into it.
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And another kiss, longer, too, the hand on Wen Chao's cheek sliding gently until it can undo the omega's elaborate wedding hair arrangement, letting dark locks fall heavy on red-clad shoulders.
"I will make you feel so good, A-Chao."
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As the other speaks again he still doesn't touch.
"I hope so."
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Like the way long elegant fingers raise the weight of dark hair slightly to arrange it just over Wen Chao's shoulder, fingertips brushing deliberately, lingering, the edge of his ear, the curve of his neck.
"Then we will need to explore what brings you the most pleasure." The eyes holding Wen Chao's crinkle slightly at the corners. "I am sure it will be an exploration that will surprise you, sometimes."
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Wen Chao will probably continue to be flustered and off guard until he’s at the point where he can’t think anymore. He can definitely still think, even with the others fingers— leaving his skin alive with sensation with his cool touch that somehow made Wen Chao feel all the hotter. As the other touches his neck his head instinctively tilts back some despite himself, a show of submission exposing it more to him.
What is even happening to him? He might still suspect Lan Xichen has made this happen somehow.
“Mm,” Wen Chao shivers, and he knows it’s true. He has a feeling that Xichen is gonna be right most of the time and that is going to be very annoying.
“Just fix this,” he says huffily because it’s the closest he can come to outright asking ... demanding that the other help him feel better, less on fire and less needing him. Before Wen Chao does something foolish.
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His lips trail down the exposed neck now, his voice close to a purr against the offered skin.
"You know that won't happen if I make you finish again and again, don't you, A-Chao? You know that it will still burn in your bones if you are not fully satisfied. If you don't lose yourself in me." Down to the hollow of his neck, and then back up, to the lobe of his ear which Xichen sucks on. "But we can start with the relief for the moment, soon, if you are ready. You need not even undress - you may stain your wedding robes, untouched."
That, there, is permission. Firm and decisive, as Xichen's teeth sink lightly into the side of Wen Chao's throat. Not nearly enough to break skin. Not nearly close enough to the gland that will bring its own way of relief - neither of them is ready for that, anyway. But still, the slight sting of a bite. Then the soothing kiss, light lick over the abused skin.
"Talk to me. How exactly do you feel, right now?"
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"Untouched...no..." he starts to protest, somehow that seems embarrassing but he stops short as he feels the bite of the other's teeth and this time he couldn't choke back the moan, he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing the front of the other's robes. His hands twisted them slightly as the gentler tongue and lips replaced the teeth and they had him shivering too.
"Hot, it's so hot," he starts, he felt like every nerve was on fire with desire and he ached to his very core. "Good..." he adds. "Do it again."
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