[ And sex is easier for Huaisang than a date but for the first time in a very long time he's actually kind of nervous. This is why he sticks to people that don't matter. ]
[ Lan Xichen is determined to make it into something of a date anyway, considering he... shows up with tea and a bag of groceries. Is it presumptuous to be prepared to make breakfast for Huaisang in the morning? Probably, but it's a little too late to make dinner, and he wants to do something.
His heart is beating far too loudly when he knocks on Huaisang's door, and he resists the urge to nervously twist the handles of the bag. ]
[ Huaisang is nervous about this, nervous because he actually really, really cares about Xichen and he's wanted him practically his entire life and his feelings have always been more than they should be -- so of course he had run the other way entirely, had got quite the reputation for being kind of a slut.
It's a wonder that Xichen would be interested in him, he doesn't know why.
He's dressed down, in a white t-shirt that has random holes in it and a pair of black lounge pants as he answers the door.. ]
[ There is a not insignificant list of why, as far as Lan Xichen is concerned. Perhaps not tonight, when he had first had to work up the courage to ask and then convince Huaisang to take this chance, but some time he hopes very much that he'll be able to tell Huaisang all of them.
His stomach clenches briefly when Huaisang opens the door, an odd counterpoint to the fluttering it'd already been doing, but oddly enough it settles when he sees him. Lan Xichen hadn't dressed up, either, still wearing the white jeans and soft blue sweater he'd had on all day, and the familiarity relaxes him.
It's Huaisang. Lan Xichen had never felt anything but comfortable in his presence, aside from a few years ago when he first started noticing how attractive Huaisang was and had to figure out what to do with the panicked realization that he was interested in his best friend's little brother. ]
Hi.
[ His smile is soft, expression as fond as ever as he heads inside, holding up the bag. ]
I wasn't sure what you had, and I thought I might... cook something for you, later. [ The tips of his ears go a little bit red at that. ]
[ Xichen looks amazing as usual and Huaisang's eyes roamed over him as he came inside before back up to his face -- then down to the bag that he had noticed but hadn't thought much about.
Oh.
That... feels intimate somehow, the other planning to cook for him. He smiles though, reaching to brush his fingertip over the top of one of the other's ears. ]
[ It would be impossible for him not to be at least somewhat aware of Huaisang's reputation, considering in how many ways their social circle intersects. It has never truly bothered him, although he can admit that there were times when he found himself a little bit jealous of the others who shared Huaisang's bed. Still, he has never wanted just sex with Huaisang - he wants everything.
He doesn't know what Huaisang expects out of tonight, but he is determined to make sure the other knows that.
There's a soft huff of laughter, and Xichen reaches up with with free hand to take Huaisang's, tilting his head so he can press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. ]
[ Huaisang doesn't really try and hide anything from anyone and so he knows that Xichen knows and that somehow despite that the other still wants him? Huaisang doesn't really know what to expect tonight because with Xichen... it's definitely different. He feels his heart beat faster as the other takes his hand, the press of lips to his wrist and he feels his pulse quicken even more.
Huaisang slowly pulls his hand away, heart still racing and he can't help the silly smile that's plastered on his face now. ]
Then plenty of seasoning.
[ Huaisang takes a step closer to him then, his hand brushing down the other's arm before he takes the bag from him and carries it to the kitchen, letting himself press closer to the other than necessary as he passed by him. ]
[ He gets a chance to feel Huaisang's pulse quicken under his lips before he pulls his hand away, and he has to admit it's a little gratifying. Or at least he hopes it is, he hopes it's a response to the kiss and not an increase in the other's nerves, but the smile on Huaisang's lips makes him give one in return.
Seeing the other smile like that is - well. He could very easily get used to that, he thinks.
His breath hitches briefly at the small, lingering touches, and he lets himself watch openly as Huaisang walks off before he follows him to the kitchen. Normally, he'd maintain a respectful distance, probably offer to help, and for a moment he pauses in the entrance of the kitchen.
But he is not here to let things remain the same as they always have, and so he closes the distance between them, coming up behind Huaisang to slide his arms around the other's waist. ]
[ Huaisang set the bag on the counter and starts pulling out items to make sure anything that needed to be in the fridge got there. He stopped short as he felt the other's arms around his waist, the broad torso against his back and he swallows. Yeah, he's imagined this feeling before. He bites his lip and tries to focus on finishing what he's doing.
It works for all of half a second before he turns, his hands resting on the other's chest smoothing upward as he looks at him and then his eyes lower to look at his lips.
All his worries about this are still there, that they'd do this and that it'd go all kinds of wrong and then his brother would end up unfortunately in the middle of it. Their social circles were so entangled... he'd never had a relationship work and he'd never cared that they didn't before. ]
Is it okay not to tell everyone right away?
[ To make sure this is going to be a real thing, that they're not going to realize it's a mistake. ]
[ It makes him frown a little, but it isn't something completely out of the blue, so his response is immediate. He understands the risks that come with moving from friendship to something more, particularly when everyone they care about are so closely connected.
It would be hard for him to lie, but he is better at keeping secrets for others.
He pulls one hand from Huaisang's waist to cup his cheek instead, fingers splayed under his jaw and thumb stroking over his cheekbone. ]
There is nothing that could make me stop caring for you, A-Sang. Even if we discover we do not work as romantic partners, or we are not sexually compatible - I will still want to be a part of your life.
[ Why does Lan Xichen have to be so good? Huaisang feels his heart skipping beats in his chest as the other cups his cheek, as he gives him assurances that Huaisang hadn't even asked for, hadn't known he'd wanted. He didn't know what it would be like if they didn't work, if they weren't sexually compatible. A part of everything between them had for so long been the tension they'd ignored -- Huaisang had ignored.
There's nothing that he could say in return to that and so he tilts his head up a little more as he leans up to press his lips to the other's. His hands coming to the other's sides, curling into his shirt. He feels a spark the moment their lips touch, the way the other's hands had felt like fire on on his skin.
He has a feeling sexual compatibility is probably not going to be an issue for them. ]
[ Because Huaisang deserves it, deserves someone who will make him feel cherished. And Xichen wants to be that person.
He tilts his head down to meet him when Huaisang goes in for a kiss, and there's a sharp inhale followed by a soft sigh at the first brush of their lips. It takes him a moment to come to terms with the fact that this is real - despite his words, it feels like they've been friends for so long, never acknowledging what could be between them, that it's hard to believe this is happening.
But he very quickly wants more, and his hand slides forward to curl around the back of Huaisang's neck as he deepens the kiss.
If he's honest, Xichen had never really doubted their sexual compatibility. ]
Let me take you to bed. I promised you a good night's sleep, did I not? In the morning, I'll make you breakfast.
[ Huaisang doesn't have a hard time coming to terms with the fact that this is real. Once their lips touch everything feels so real that he wouldn't have been able to deny it if he tries. The way the other kisses him, the press of his lips, the small taste that Huaisang is getting of him that makes him hungry for more.
A small sound escapes as the other's hand comes to the back of his neck, a mewl into the kiss, soft little sounds seeming to be impossible for him to hold back as it deepens.
His eyes barely open when the other speaks and he is still pressed close to him and he really wants to be kissing him again. ]
Mhm. [ Huaisang agrees but he's pressing another kiss to his lips, pressing forward as if to start pushing the other toward the bedroom. ]
[ It's intoxicating, kissing Huaisang like this. He wants to drink in the sounds he makes, to see how many more he can pull from him, to kiss him until they're both breathless and dazed -
And he can, now, he doesn't have to try to resist watching Huaisang's lips and imagining how they'd look red and kiss-bitten. Even as Huaisang presses forward, he refuses to stop, dropping tiny lingering kisses while he maneuvers backwards. ]
Preferences? [ It's a murmur in between kisses - he'd meant to be more clear, to ask more than just one word, but it's a struggle to stop kissing him long enough to even say that. Still, he manages to separate enough to add a slightly playful follow up. ] Or will you allow me to press you down and have my way with you?
[ Huaisang smirks just a little at the question once they manage to stop kissing. The kissing is addictive-- Xichen tastes so good and he's really, really an amazing kisser. He thinks he's not going to be able to ever get enough of it. He manages to push Xichen all the way to his room, drawing the other in for another kiss before answering. ]
Yes. Have your way with me this time.
[ It's a bit mischievous as if there's a promise that Huaisang will have his way at some point too. ]
[ He sounds delighted as he repeats it. Not only because there is a thrill at getting to have his way with Huaisang tonight and a pleased curiosity at what Huaisang might do if he gave him free rein - but because this time promises more times, that he will get to have this again and again.
But for now - he has such a lovely present before him, and he wants more than anything to unwrap it.
He slides his hands under Huaisang's shirt, pushing it up as he explores the expanse of warm skin under his hands - fingertips brushing teasingly up his stomach before flattening out, sweeping his palms over his ribs and up his chest. ]
[ Huaisang hums in agreement. This time. He can't help but want a next time already. There's no getting Lan Xichen out of his system that fast -- or at all, really. Xichen's hands are warm on his skin and as they move over his rips, Huaisang grabs the edge of his shirt to pull it off and discard it on the floor.
His hands move to work off Xichen's shirt as well, wanting to expose the skin to his eyes and not just his hands. And he finds his way into giving Xichen another hungry kiss. ]
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[ And sex is easier for Huaisang than a date but for the first time in a very long time he's actually kind of nervous. This is why he sticks to people that don't matter. ]
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His heart is beating far too loudly when he knocks on Huaisang's door, and he resists the urge to nervously twist the handles of the bag. ]
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It's a wonder that Xichen would be interested in him, he doesn't know why.
He's dressed down, in a white t-shirt that has random holes in it and a pair of black lounge pants as he answers the door.. ]
Hey. Come in.
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His stomach clenches briefly when Huaisang opens the door, an odd counterpoint to the fluttering it'd already been doing, but oddly enough it settles when he sees him. Lan Xichen hadn't dressed up, either, still wearing the white jeans and soft blue sweater he'd had on all day, and the familiarity relaxes him.
It's Huaisang. Lan Xichen had never felt anything but comfortable in his presence, aside from a few years ago when he first started noticing how attractive Huaisang was and had to figure out what to do with the panicked realization that he was interested in his best friend's little brother. ]
Hi.
[ His smile is soft, expression as fond as ever as he heads inside, holding up the bag. ]
I wasn't sure what you had, and I thought I might... cook something for you, later. [ The tips of his ears go a little bit red at that. ]
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Oh.
That... feels intimate somehow, the other planning to cook for him. He smiles though, reaching to brush his fingertip over the top of one of the other's ears. ]
As long as you use some actual seasoning.
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He doesn't know what Huaisang expects out of tonight, but he is determined to make sure the other knows that.
There's a soft huff of laughter, and Xichen reaches up with with free hand to take Huaisang's, tilting his head so he can press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. ]
For you, anything.
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Huaisang slowly pulls his hand away, heart still racing and he can't help the silly smile that's plastered on his face now. ]
Then plenty of seasoning.
[ Huaisang takes a step closer to him then, his hand brushing down the other's arm before he takes the bag from him and carries it to the kitchen, letting himself press closer to the other than necessary as he passed by him. ]
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Seeing the other smile like that is - well. He could very easily get used to that, he thinks.
His breath hitches briefly at the small, lingering touches, and he lets himself watch openly as Huaisang walks off before he follows him to the kitchen. Normally, he'd maintain a respectful distance, probably offer to help, and for a moment he pauses in the entrance of the kitchen.
But he is not here to let things remain the same as they always have, and so he closes the distance between them, coming up behind Huaisang to slide his arms around the other's waist. ]
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It works for all of half a second before he turns, his hands resting on the other's chest smoothing upward as he looks at him and then his eyes lower to look at his lips.
All his worries about this are still there, that they'd do this and that it'd go all kinds of wrong and then his brother would end up unfortunately in the middle of it. Their social circles were so entangled... he'd never had a relationship work and he'd never cared that they didn't before. ]
Is it okay not to tell everyone right away?
[ To make sure this is going to be a real thing, that they're not going to realize it's a mistake. ]
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[ It makes him frown a little, but it isn't something completely out of the blue, so his response is immediate. He understands the risks that come with moving from friendship to something more, particularly when everyone they care about are so closely connected.
It would be hard for him to lie, but he is better at keeping secrets for others.
He pulls one hand from Huaisang's waist to cup his cheek instead, fingers splayed under his jaw and thumb stroking over his cheekbone. ]
There is nothing that could make me stop caring for you, A-Sang. Even if we discover we do not work as romantic partners, or we are not sexually compatible - I will still want to be a part of your life.
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There's nothing that he could say in return to that and so he tilts his head up a little more as he leans up to press his lips to the other's. His hands coming to the other's sides, curling into his shirt. He feels a spark the moment their lips touch, the way the other's hands had felt like fire on on his skin.
He has a feeling sexual compatibility is probably not going to be an issue for them. ]
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He tilts his head down to meet him when Huaisang goes in for a kiss, and there's a sharp inhale followed by a soft sigh at the first brush of their lips. It takes him a moment to come to terms with the fact that this is real - despite his words, it feels like they've been friends for so long, never acknowledging what could be between them, that it's hard to believe this is happening.
But he very quickly wants more, and his hand slides forward to curl around the back of Huaisang's neck as he deepens the kiss.
If he's honest, Xichen had never really doubted their sexual compatibility. ]
Let me take you to bed. I promised you a good night's sleep, did I not? In the morning, I'll make you breakfast.
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A small sound escapes as the other's hand comes to the back of his neck, a mewl into the kiss, soft little sounds seeming to be impossible for him to hold back as it deepens.
His eyes barely open when the other speaks and he is still pressed close to him and he really wants to be kissing him again. ]
Mhm. [ Huaisang agrees but he's pressing another kiss to his lips, pressing forward as if to start pushing the other toward the bedroom. ]
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And he can, now, he doesn't have to try to resist watching Huaisang's lips and imagining how they'd look red and kiss-bitten. Even as Huaisang presses forward, he refuses to stop, dropping tiny lingering kisses while he maneuvers backwards. ]
Preferences? [ It's a murmur in between kisses - he'd meant to be more clear, to ask more than just one word, but it's a struggle to stop kissing him long enough to even say that. Still, he manages to separate enough to add a slightly playful follow up. ] Or will you allow me to press you down and have my way with you?
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Yes. Have your way with me this time.
[ It's a bit mischievous as if there's a promise that Huaisang will have his way at some point too. ]
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[ He sounds delighted as he repeats it. Not only because there is a thrill at getting to have his way with Huaisang tonight and a pleased curiosity at what Huaisang might do if he gave him free rein - but because this time promises more times, that he will get to have this again and again.
But for now - he has such a lovely present before him, and he wants more than anything to unwrap it.
He slides his hands under Huaisang's shirt, pushing it up as he explores the expanse of warm skin under his hands - fingertips brushing teasingly up his stomach before flattening out, sweeping his palms over his ribs and up his chest. ]
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His hands move to work off Xichen's shirt as well, wanting to expose the skin to his eyes and not just his hands. And he finds his way into giving Xichen another hungry kiss. ]