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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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.