"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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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."