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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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.