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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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."