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."
"No?" Xichen hummed thoughtfully, nuzzling still. The scent, the noises Wen Chao made, they were intoxicating, and he wanted very much, right now, to obliterate any coherent thought from his head - and to sate any need.
"You are being so good for me," he added after a moment's consideration. "So I will do as you wish."
Xichen's teeth dug into the exposed skin again, as requested, slightly overlapping but not the same place he had bitten a moment ago. This time, his hand moved to wrap around the omega's length, through the robes. Squeezed, then slid along it.
He had asked to be touched, not undressed. And he was going to get exactly that. The long fingers of Xichen's other hand moved to seek out Wen Chao's nipple through the layers of fabric, rolling, and then squeezing suddenly.
In truth, Wen Chao is now too far gone in this to protest the other's word choice, that he's being good for him -- instead, he craves it, craves to continue being good. The omega sobs as the other's teeth press into his skin once more and he presses forward to get closer to Xichen even as the other is touching him through his robes and that's not nearly enough and yet it's too much at the same time. He knew that he'd orgasm soon but that it wouldn't bring him any relief, it would just fuel the heat.
"Hng," there's not a coherent word that leaves Wen Chao at the teasing on his nipple, his back arched sharply when the other squeezed -- even through the fabric of his robes, robes which were getting stained surely already.
Oh, perhaps it did not bring relief to do so alone, but with an Alpha there, it's different. With an Alpha focusing on him alone, and bringing him through the orgasm with determination - and with withholding it once, just once, when Wen Chao is on the verge of it. So that when he allows it, it's an accomplishment, even fully clothed.
By the time he is coming down from it, Xichen is systematically undressing him, the heavy wedding robes obedient under long fingers. He has carried him to the bed, too.
When the soft eyes look up to the omega, there is a hunger in them, intense, and - he dips down to lick off what of the stain has remained on Wen Chao's skin. No break, and no mercy.
This will be a heat like nothing that Wen Chao has experienced, that is for sure.
After a little bit, Xichen looks up again, licking white from the corner of his lips, one palm cupping Wen Chao's buttock.
The other withholding the orgasm had had a small panic brewing in Wen Chao that for some reason the other wouldn't let him, that he couldn't. When it comes it's even stronger than he'd have imagined, leaving his clothing ruined and Wen Chao breathless and his mind empty of thought for a while after as the other undresses him. When he can find some coherent thought past that pleasure, past the desire and heat he still feels he's own the bed.
He's on the bed and Lan Xichen is there and... "Oh..." he groans as the other's tongue is on his skin, his body twisting slightly at the intensity of it just after that orgasm.
Wen Chao's eyes are a bit glazed, pupils blown and he nods. "Yes," he doesn't even know what exactly is next just that it is more and he needs more. This certainly isn't even close to anything he has experienced before.
Xichen watches him for a moment, then hums softly, and raises one hand to caress his flushed cheek, the other one sliding the back of his knuckles along the inside of his thigh. The next part might ... be wanted and yet resented.
"You are very beautiful like this, you know. Still proud and majestic, but less... angry." And yes, the words are a distraction so a long finger can slip into the heat-induced slickness. Slowly, but unless it seems to cause pain, not withdrawing either.
Wen Chao doesn't look directly at Xichen, especially once he speaks. He doesn't know how to take the words. It raises his hackles but at the same time... it makes him want to preen -- the conflict doesn't last but more than a few seconds as the true motive behind it becomes clear.
And... Wen Chao's head dips back, eyes closing at the sensation of the finger entering him and his slick body was aching for it, tightening greedily around the intrusion. He bit back a moan, that welled up so easily. "Fuck," he huffs out, and it definitely was anything but painful.
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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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"You are being so good for me," he added after a moment's consideration. "So I will do as you wish."
Xichen's teeth dug into the exposed skin again, as requested, slightly overlapping but not the same place he had bitten a moment ago. This time, his hand moved to wrap around the omega's length, through the robes. Squeezed, then slid along it.
He had asked to be touched, not undressed. And he was going to get exactly that. The long fingers of Xichen's other hand moved to seek out Wen Chao's nipple through the layers of fabric, rolling, and then squeezing suddenly.
"Better?" Hot breath against the bite.
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"Hng," there's not a coherent word that leaves Wen Chao at the teasing on his nipple, his back arched sharply when the other squeezed -- even through the fabric of his robes, robes which were getting stained surely already.
"More."
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By the time he is coming down from it, Xichen is systematically undressing him, the heavy wedding robes obedient under long fingers. He has carried him to the bed, too.
When the soft eyes look up to the omega, there is a hunger in them, intense, and - he dips down to lick off what of the stain has remained on Wen Chao's skin. No break, and no mercy.
This will be a heat like nothing that Wen Chao has experienced, that is for sure.
After a little bit, Xichen looks up again, licking white from the corner of his lips, one palm cupping Wen Chao's buttock.
"More. Ready for it?"
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He's on the bed and Lan Xichen is there and... "Oh..." he groans as the other's tongue is on his skin, his body twisting slightly at the intensity of it just after that orgasm.
Wen Chao's eyes are a bit glazed, pupils blown and he nods. "Yes," he doesn't even know what exactly is next just that it is more and he needs more. This certainly isn't even close to anything he has experienced before.
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"You are very beautiful like this, you know. Still proud and majestic, but less... angry." And yes, the words are a distraction so a long finger can slip into the heat-induced slickness. Slowly, but unless it seems to cause pain, not withdrawing either.
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And... Wen Chao's head dips back, eyes closing at the sensation of the finger entering him and his slick body was aching for it, tightening greedily around the intrusion. He bit back a moan, that welled up so easily. "Fuck," he huffs out, and it definitely was anything but painful.