If he was still at all concerned with propriety, he would use this time to take off his own robes, or at least give Zhuliu the space to undress without someone staring hungrily at him.
But he is not, and he watches his omega disrobe with open admiration. He moves in to touch as soon as there's enough bare skin to do so, palms firm but gentle as they slide up his biceps and over his shoulders to sweep down his chest, finally settling around his waist. He feels overheated, and his breath is coming in short, quick bursts.
"Beautiful."
Dimly, he is aware that this is so much sooner than he would have liked, that he wanted to give them the chance to get to know each other in and out, that he had not imagined being consumed with desperation the first time they were together - but it fades with every touch, and suddenly even this is not close enough.
He withdraws only to hurriedly pull off his own robes, kicking off his trousers to leave them in a heap on the cave floor.
As it is, Zhuliu doesn't mind Xichen's eyes on him as he undresses. It's the point isn't it? He's offering his body freely to the other. He inhales as the other touches him, warm hands and they make him shiver. It has been a very long time since someone touched him so intimately, even in the times he gave in to his heat it was a mostly clothed, affair, never intimate. Half the time, it wasn't his idea but an alpha that caught the scent when he happened to be in the Nightless City for it.
This time, it is Xichen and Zhuliu is truly willing to submit fully for the first time. He watches as the other then quickly disrobes and he feels the heat of his body against his own , feeling desire as the scent of Xichen overwhelms him and makes him crave more from him. He is happy in some way that this is happening, although, the circumstances are terrible.
"Xichen," he requests as he noses along the line of Zhuliu's neck, tongue darting out to taste the scent that draws him in so easily. There is little need for titles here.
He has always held himself back - he cannot remember a single time when he has ever truly let go, dropped every bit of his restraint. Xichen is not even certain he can do so, but - if he ever could, it would be with Zhuliu. "I have always meditated during my ruts. I do not know how intense it may be with a partner."
Already it surges restlessly within him, the urge to have his omega desperate and needing under him, to fill him up again and again until they're both satiated and worn out, to surround him until they smell so much like each other no one would question they belong to each other.
He sinks to his knees while he still has the presence of mind to be gentle, pulling the other with him and pushing him back down onto the pile of their robes.
"Xichen," Zhuliu corrects himself, his eyes closing at the attention to his neck, especially sensitive to the other. "However intense, I can handle it," Zhuliu promises him and once he's laying back on their clothes his hands caress along the other's sides. There's still a moment he can focus on exploration before they're lost in the other's rut. His legs had naturally parted for the other to settle between.
Hands continue their touching, over Xichen's stomach and up to his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples.
"I know." There's such an intensity to his words that it almost ends on a growl. His control is slipping, with the reassurance that he doesn't have to hold back, that his omega can handle whatever he is given - and of course he can, had he not already known that they were a match?
"We are known for our restraint in everything," he says, only absently aware of what is coming out of his mouth. "Except in matters of love. I would not have chosen you if I doubted you could."
The muscles in his sides twitch a little under the touch, unused to such contact, and he pushes into Zhuliu's hands with a soft gasp when he reaches his nipples.
"Mine." It sounds wondering, as though he can't quite believe this is really happening, but the moment he says the word it settles beneath his ribs. "Mine," he says again, and this time it's low and possessive, and he sets his teeth against the other's skin, biting into the meat of his shoulder and soothing it with a kiss.
Zhuliu is glad that he can offer this, that he's worthy and strong enough somehow that the other doesn't need to restrain himself. He takes in the parts of the other's body that seem most sensitive though another time he will explore more thoroughly, rut or heat are not the best of times for learning a lover's body. His hands make it back to his shoulders gripping them firmly.
Mine, the word is warm and then the second time it is searing hot and coils an ache of desire through Zhuliu's entire body. He makes a low sound as the other bites into his shoulder, the pain is nothing though it is one that he enjoys, just as much as the soft lips that follow.
There's a hum of approval when the other murmurs in his ear, and Xichen tilts his head up to kiss him again.
Zhuliu is his. Xichen had thought he'd been lost to him - had thought he'd been kept from him, and he will never allow that to happen again. If he had much self awareness at all left, he would know that such thoughts are an easy indicator that his rut is overtaking him, but, well.
The only awareness he has is for the omega underneath him, at the moment.
"Is that what others have done?" he asks, pressing little, biting kisses along the line of his jaw. "Taken what they needed?"
Poor excuses for alphas, are those who take only with a mind for their own pleasure.
Kissing Xichen feels good, right. It's different from anything he's had before because Lan Xichen is different, he's a good man, a good alpha. He is relieved that he had found the other, that he could be here for his rut and for everything else after it as well. He tilts his head as the other kisses along his jaw, closing his eyes as he lets himself be overtaken by it.
"It is the way of the Wen Clan," Zhuliu says simply, His hands caress over the other's sides, to his back feeling the expanse of his strength, the delicious feeling of his skin beneath his fingertips. That the other doesn't have him on his hands and knees give him the opportunity to explore and he takes it while he has it.
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But he is not, and he watches his omega disrobe with open admiration. He moves in to touch as soon as there's enough bare skin to do so, palms firm but gentle as they slide up his biceps and over his shoulders to sweep down his chest, finally settling around his waist. He feels overheated, and his breath is coming in short, quick bursts.
"Beautiful."
Dimly, he is aware that this is so much sooner than he would have liked, that he wanted to give them the chance to get to know each other in and out, that he had not imagined being consumed with desperation the first time they were together - but it fades with every touch, and suddenly even this is not close enough.
He withdraws only to hurriedly pull off his own robes, kicking off his trousers to leave them in a heap on the cave floor.
Then he presses back in close.
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This time, it is Xichen and Zhuliu is truly willing to submit fully for the first time. He watches as the other then quickly disrobes and he feels the heat of his body against his own , feeling desire as the scent of Xichen overwhelms him and makes him crave more from him. He is happy in some way that this is happening, although, the circumstances are terrible.
"You do not need to hold back, Zewu jun."
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He has always held himself back - he cannot remember a single time when he has ever truly let go, dropped every bit of his restraint. Xichen is not even certain he can do so, but - if he ever could, it would be with Zhuliu. "I have always meditated during my ruts. I do not know how intense it may be with a partner."
Already it surges restlessly within him, the urge to have his omega desperate and needing under him, to fill him up again and again until they're both satiated and worn out, to surround him until they smell so much like each other no one would question they belong to each other.
He sinks to his knees while he still has the presence of mind to be gentle, pulling the other with him and pushing him back down onto the pile of their robes.
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Hands continue their touching, over Xichen's stomach and up to his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples.
"I am yours."
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"We are known for our restraint in everything," he says, only absently aware of what is coming out of his mouth. "Except in matters of love. I would not have chosen you if I doubted you could."
The muscles in his sides twitch a little under the touch, unused to such contact, and he pushes into Zhuliu's hands with a soft gasp when he reaches his nipples.
"Mine." It sounds wondering, as though he can't quite believe this is really happening, but the moment he says the word it settles beneath his ribs. "Mine," he says again, and this time it's low and possessive, and he sets his teeth against the other's skin, biting into the meat of his shoulder and soothing it with a kiss.
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Mine, the word is warm and then the second time it is searing hot and coils an ache of desire through Zhuliu's entire body. He makes a low sound as the other bites into his shoulder, the pain is nothing though it is one that he enjoys, just as much as the soft lips that follow.
"Yours to take as you need," he murmurs.
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Zhuliu is his. Xichen had thought he'd been lost to him - had thought he'd been kept from him, and he will never allow that to happen again. If he had much self awareness at all left, he would know that such thoughts are an easy indicator that his rut is overtaking him, but, well.
The only awareness he has is for the omega underneath him, at the moment.
"Is that what others have done?" he asks, pressing little, biting kisses along the line of his jaw. "Taken what they needed?"
Poor excuses for alphas, are those who take only with a mind for their own pleasure.
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"It is the way of the Wen Clan," Zhuliu says simply, His hands caress over the other's sides, to his back feeling the expanse of his strength, the delicious feeling of his skin beneath his fingertips. That the other doesn't have him on his hands and knees give him the opportunity to explore and he takes it while he has it.
"But I am yours now."