Huaisang sucks in a breath as the other moves his hair and he understands the practicality of it but there's a tingly feeling where the other's fingers brush his skin in the process and he could almost laugh at it. Foolish. He bites down on his lip until the other moves around again and once more he's trying to school how off balance he is out of his expression.
He tilts his head as he looks at the other briefly. It's strange to see Xichen off balance as well. It's such a rare thing for even a little bit of flustered to appear. He can appreciate it.
There's a slight tenseness at the start and stop of a question and then the laugh even though he does know better. He curls his fingers into his palms and lets the press of nails against soft flesh center his mind.
"Yes... but obviously..." Huaisang works his jaw for a moment. "Obviously that is all in my head," he murmurs. This sort of thing is rare and even he hasn't completely wrapped his mind around it only to know how he saw himself, the struggles with what felt wrong when he looked at himself, that felt wrong even when he was very young.
He cannot remember the last time he felt this awkward at all, let alone around Huaisang. Possibly when they were teenagers, and there was the time when he noticed Huaisang far more than he should have, with his best friend's younger brother, but he got that under control long ago.
They're both off balance now, it seems, and he hardly knows what to make of it. There's a surge of guilt when he notices the way Huaisang tenses, the way his hands clench - and with Huaisang's response, suddenly he finds that he doesn't need to know the answers to the other questions he had. He doesn't need to know why, or how long, or anything other than that this is Huaisang.
He pulls in a breath and lets it out. Huaisang is the most important thing, here, and all that matters is making sure he feels supported.
"I could recite a multitude of literature around what it is to be a man, the virtues that one must exemplify, but none of them matter. None of them matter, because they are not you."
He reaches out to take Huaisang's hands in his, eyes earnest as they focus on Huaisang's.
"Your mind and your heart are the best parts of you, A-Sang. If they say that you are a man, then let no one else disagree."
Huaisang isn't sure what he expects from Xichen's reaction but the other does surprise him. Maybe he expected recitations. That wouldn't be completely out of the norm for Xichen after all but... the way the other took his hands instead and even if Huaisang isn't looking at him he can feel the weight of his eyes until he does meet them.
"You know none of that would matter if this got out," Huaisang says quietly and he's still exposed and self conscious and there is some pain that's starting to become more insistent. He slowly draws his hands away.
"How can you look at me and say it?"
Because Huaisang knew even his brother had thought him a little mad but he had indulged this one thing with Huaisang.
No, none of that would matter, and Lan Xichen inclines his head in acknowledgement. Lan Xichen hardly understands it himself - it is only because it is Huaisang, and there is very little that he would not support him in, that he is so firm in his own conviction. He can't understand what it is like, to have been born in one gender and know in his head and his heart that he is another - but he can understand being born in an assigned role with a mountain of expectations, and feeling like you cannot measure up to them.
He doesn't make the comparison, because it is so far from the same thing that it feels insulting to even think it, but - he knows Huaisang. He knows how clever he is, how creative he is, he knows where Huaisang's passions lie and where they do not, and how it likely would have been simpler to pursue them were he not the only male heir to the Nie sect. Huaisang is... he is Huaisang, he is not mad or confused or anything else, not if this is how he has always been.
His grip tightens on Huaisang's briefly, when he starts pulling his hands away, but he lets them go.
"How can I know you and not say it?"
He goes back to the supplies, moving them over to place them beside the bed.
Huaisang lifted a shoulder helplessly. He doesn't know. He'd never expected this sort of reaction in his head he had built up the walls for if someone found out they would surely be disgusted with him and think him crazy or worse. He watches as the other gathers things up and his arms wrapped around himself.
But when he's asked to lay down he moves quietly to do so, his heart racing and he's flushed and he curses himself for. This certainly isn't how he'd always imagined being asked to get into a bed for Xichen.
He quickly shoves the thought away and closes his eyes with a heavy sigh.
It's a reasonable expectation, all things considered. Were it anyone else, that probably would be the reaction. But even if Lan Xichen doesn't understand it, he would never dismiss something so clearly important to someone. Especially not when that someone is Huaisang.
There's a rough swallow when he sees Huaisang's flush, and for a brief moment, imagines having said those words in another context. But he cuts that off, a little angry with himself. He had never intended on telling Huaisang about his feelings for him, and thinking about it now, when the other is already so vulnerable, is completely inappropriate.
He carefully peels Huaisang's tattered clothes and his own overcoat back from his chest and stomach. He'd remove them entirely, but he isn't sure how comfortable Huaisang would be with Lan Xichen stripping him bare right now - and he is going to have to push his pants down as well, at some point, to clean and bandage the gashes there.
For now he wrings out the cloth and gently begins wiping the dirt and blood from around his injuries. Despite his care, his hands still brush against Huaisang's breasts during his movements, and the tips of his ears go a little red.
"Please tell me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs.
There's a point where he does just push the clothes off completely, leaving just the trousers. He's flushing again as the other starts to clean him, the touches gentle but they... fluster him and probably not in the way that the other's expecting. Each brush of the other's hands against his breasts as warmth shooting between his legs. He's never been able to help how sensitive the flesh was. The nipples were growing hard and taunt and he could blame it on the cool air but he knew better. How embarrassing is this? The other is merely cleaning his wounds and Huaisang is getting aroused. He curses himself inwardly and notes the way the other's ears are going somewhat red as well. He has to bite back a small smile at that.
"No," he answers with a slight waver in his voice but it's true. It should make him uncomfortable but maybe it's the way the other had accepted Huaisang's identity had not argued it and had simply accepted that he's still a man that allows him to be comfortable if not still embarrassed. Just now, he's embarrassed and aroused and god, please do not notice Xichen.
Oh, he notices. He notices, and it's a little difficult for him to believe that this is real - it is practically right out of one of his fantasies, the handful of times he had allow himself to go far enough to imagine being with Huaisang. His friend injured, tending gently to his wounds, allowing his hands to linger when Huaisang began to respond to his touch - he bites the inside of his cheek, both to make sure that this is in fact real, and to remind himself that allowing his hands to linger in this case is highly inappropriate.
Should he ask? Should he acknowledge it and at the very least give them both an out, mention that it is normal to respond to such a tender touch, especially when it is done by someone you are close with? Will that make it more or less awkward than continuing as though he hasn't noticed anything?
Or perhaps even acknowledging it would be too much. Perhaps Huaisang does not want another to see his body in such a state, does not want to be reminded of what he has tried so hard to conceal. He hesitates long enough that drawing attention to it would be awkward, however, which he supposes means his decision has been made for him.
"Good," he says, his voice a little rough, and he swallows around it to clear it. "I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. You are - you are very important to me, Huaisang."
He finishes with his chest and abdomen, and dips the cloth back into the water basin to rinse it clean. Then he gently loosens the laces of Huaisang's trousers, looking back up at him for permission before he pulls them down over his hips.
For a bit there, Huaisang is willing Xichen to say something, to notice even if that is something that he shouldn't do. He curls his hands into fists and every touch is electric on his skin. He almost thinks that the other does notice that he's going to say something but then he doesn't. He exhales shakily not realizing that he's been holding his breath.
"You're very important to me too... you... you never make me uncomfortable," and that is truth. Perhaps the situation of suddenly being discovered had made him uncomfortable and scared but that was not the fault of Xichen at all.
Huaisang sucks in a sharp breath but he nods as the other goes to his trousers, hand grasping at the bedding and if the other hadn't noticed his arousal before he very might now notice it. Huaisang presses his thighs together to try and hide the evidence, turning his head to the side. But the injuries to his thighs are quite serious and they can't be left untended.
He was foolish, to think that he could so easily pretend that he did not notice. The air is heavy between them, and it is not just because Lan Xichen is now aware of the secret that Huaisang had tried so hard to keep. He can see it in the shuddering breaths and the clenched fists, the way his nipples have pebbled, the press of his thighs as he tries to hide it.
Lan Xichen is hardly so naive that he would be oblivious to the reactions he is causing, and he is not so restrained that he's able to prevent himself from responding in return. He forces himself to keep his breathing slow and steady as he gently but firmly spreads Huaisang's thighs enough that he can tend to his injuries. His hands clench in the cloth as he cleans him up, to try to prevent himself from lingering - and still he fails, just a little, fingertips brushing over the insides of his thighs.
He swallows as he finishes, reaching for the salve instead to begin spreading it over the worst of his injuries.
"I should not ask this of you, when you have already shared so much with me tonight. But I-" He falters, briefly, acutely aware that this is hardly an opportune moment for this. But he cannot keep pretending, and since Huaisang has already been forced to be honest with him enough tonight - surely he can return the favor. "I cannot help but notice your reaction, and I want - I have wanted this, with you."
Huaisang has to bite back a whimper as the other spreads his leg and he turns his head to the side, fully blushing now. A part of him knows that there's no hiding the arousal. He still tries to as much as he can, but his breath catches at certain movements of the other's fingers on his sensitive inner thighs that have his body aching to be touched more directly -- more purposefully.
Huaisang remains quiet as the other works and he doesn't even think of speaking as the other starts to. He's flushing all the way down his neck when the other points out that he does indeed notice. And..the last part is hard to believe at the moment. He swallows heavily, closing his eyes.
"It was," he agrees, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. He wasn't sure what worried him more - that Huaisang would think he was only interested in women and only wanted him now that he knew his secret, or that Huaisang would think he was interested in men but did not want him any more. It seems the second is where Huaisang had gone, and it feels - a little easier, now that Lan Xichen knows what assurances he needs to give. "It still is."
He's done applying the salve, now, but he doesn't take his hands away, instead leaving them resting on Huaisang's thighs.
"If you don't want this, I will understand. But I want you, very much."
Huaisang is very, very aware of the other's hands on his thighs, the weight of them and how he wants them touching him far more thoroughly. His body is sore but that doesn't seem to matter to him at the moment. He looks up at Xichen and there's a certain shyness. He's never been shy about things before but this... he's never been this vulnerable before either.
Oh. His heart clenches with the way Huaisang looks at him, shy and soft and vulnerable, and he's leaning in closer before he even realizes. He just barely manages to stop himself before he kisses him, hovering just a few inches away from his lips.
"I want to kiss you," he murmurs. "I want to make you feel good, A-Sang, but I do not want to go where such touch is not welcome. If you allow me - is there anywhere you do not want me to touch?"
Maybe his answer to that question won't always be the same, Huaisang doesn't have any way of knowing really. But he lifts his head to kiss him, quick and soft before he answers.
"Today as long as you see me as a man you can touch me anywhere," he murmurs, the other understands him, respects him and Huaisang feels safe right now. There's a moment of hesitation and then he gently takes the other's wrist and guides his hand back to his inner thigh, breathing getting heavier with nerves, with anticipation.
He sighs into the kiss, barely resisting the urge to chase after him to brush their lips together again. But he wants Huaisang's answer more, so he waits, swallowing roughly when he gets it. It is a heady thing, to be trusted this much, and he lets himself feel the weight of it for a long moment before he revels in it.
His touch is firmer this time, when Huaisang guides him back, more purposeful as he strokes up the inside of his thigh.
"Then today I will touch you everywhere, and tomorrow I will ask you the same question, understanding the answer may be different."
His fingers brush against Huaisang's folds, running over them by feel alone, since he can't take his eyes away from the other's face.
"And I will do the same the day after that, and the day after that, and every day for as long as you will have me."
There's something in hearing that that thrills Huaisang and makes him feel complete in a way he struggles to find daily. He feels accepted and respected. His breath catches as the other's hand moves along his thigh, the anticipating making him ache for more of that touch.
Then those fingers find the soft folds and Huaisang moans softly, his eyes closing for a moment as he allows the pleasure of being touched by another -- by Xichen -- to rush over him.
There's a smile as Huaisang looks at the other, breathing out shakily.
Huaisang's smile pulls one almost automatically from him, and he can't help but lean down to kiss him. His heart aches, a little, that this is something that Huaisang has to thank him for - that he knows what the reaction of most others would be, that it is another way that Huaisang has had to hide.
"Thank you," he murmurs. "For trusting me with this. I have wanted you for a very long time."
He kisses him again, just the barest brush of his lips against Huaisang's, and then he drags them over his chin and down the underside of his jaw, planting small kisses all along the line of his throat. At the same time, his hand gently parts Huaisang's folds so he can explore deeper, fingertips gentle over the wet heat of him until they find his clit and press with a little more intention.
Huaisang smiles more because how can he not, the knowledge that Xichen has wanted him and that the truth didn't make him stop wanting him or vice versa if Xichen hadn't and this had made him want... It's easy to trust Xichen -- he always had. He lifts into the kiss even as light as it is, fleeting and it's a temptation to drag his head back up so he could have a fuller taste of him but the other's lips spread warmth throughout him as the light kisses spark tingling along his throat and he swallows hard. He'd never imagined being touched would be so good.
"Ah," Huaisang gasps as the other finds his clit, hips rising just slightly and he grasps the other's shoulder for a moment. Another touching him is just so much more intense than touching himself.
That was Lan Xichen's biggest fear, honestly, when he confessed that he wanted Huaisang - that the other would think he only wanted him now, once what he had been hiding was revealed. That he would not be able to convince him that it was Huaisang that he wanted, that he'd wanted him long before tonight.
His free hand finds Huaisang's, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand a squeeze at that gasp. The way his hips rock up into the touch makes it reasonably clear that it's far from a bad reaction, but he can't help but check in anyway.
"Tell me," he whispers against the hollow of Huaisang's throat. "If it becomes too much."
He settles into a rhythm - thumb circling his clit nice and slow, dragging directly over it every few strokes, and repeating.
Huaisang squeezes the other's hand back, feeling overwhelmed and yet greedy for more at the same time. His eyes are half closed and he lets out a breathy laugh as he lifts his hips against, more insistently.
"Don't stop," Huaisang whispers back and his free hand hesitates before touching along the other's side, he's not as exposed but it doesn't matter. The touch is still intimate enough for him at least for now. He's slowly coming apart at the other's hand.
There's a little huffed laugh of his own in response, breath warm against Huaisang's skin, and he resumes his path, kissing down to his sternum. His hand shifts at the insistent rise of his hips, the fingertips of his first two fingers just barely dipping into his entrance while his thumb speeds up, pressing more firmly over his clit.
"How can I, now that I've had you like this? I'm afraid I will only want more." His lips have stopped at the swell of Huaisang's breast, and he hovers there for a moment so he can look back up at him. "I am selfish, A-Sang, I want to see you overwhelmed with pleasure, to know that I am the one who has given it to you."
Huaisang feels anticipation building just as much as the pleasure was. He whimpers as the fingers tease the entrance while the thumb works him more and the intensity of the pleasure has his legs shifting restlessly and his hand tightening on the other's side. His face is flushing and his pupils are a bit blown as he looks back at Xichen, breathing heavily.
"You're doing a good job then," Huaisang mumbles, reaching up to the other's neck and urging him to keep going with his kisses, arching his back intentionally this time to draw attention to his breasts and that he wanted more. "You'll undo me completely at this rate," he murmurs, probably more than once with as quickly as he feels the way his body is starting to tense and he's so close.
Oh, Huaisang makes the most delicious sounds like this, the way he whimpers and pants, and Lan Xichen's reasonably sure he isn't ever going to be able to get enough of him. When he shifts restlessly, it makes him want to see him writhe in pleasure, when he tightens his grip on him, he wants - oh, he wants it to leave a mark.
"Good." His voice is low and heated, his own breath ragged.
There's a hum of satisfaction as he moves where Huaisang urges him to go, mouthing up his breast to his nipple. He laves it with the flat of his tongue for a moment before drawing the nub between his lips, sucking gently at the same time as he flicks his tongue at the tip.
Huaisang has never heard Xichen sound like this, never heard his voice full of heat and desire, his breathing like that even when he's been fighting. He always stays collected, calm. He's intrigued to have discovered this side of him, the side that's pushing him to the brink, having him rock his hips into the other's hand as he arches into his mouth.
"Fuck," Huaisang whimpers, nails digging in, grasping where he's holding onto the other at the work of the other's tongue, his nipples getting more taut at the attention.
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He tilts his head as he looks at the other briefly. It's strange to see Xichen off balance as well. It's such a rare thing for even a little bit of flustered to appear. He can appreciate it.
There's a slight tenseness at the start and stop of a question and then the laugh even though he does know better. He curls his fingers into his palms and lets the press of nails against soft flesh center his mind.
"Yes... but obviously..." Huaisang works his jaw for a moment. "Obviously that is all in my head," he murmurs. This sort of thing is rare and even he hasn't completely wrapped his mind around it only to know how he saw himself, the struggles with what felt wrong when he looked at himself, that felt wrong even when he was very young.
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They're both off balance now, it seems, and he hardly knows what to make of it. There's a surge of guilt when he notices the way Huaisang tenses, the way his hands clench - and with Huaisang's response, suddenly he finds that he doesn't need to know the answers to the other questions he had. He doesn't need to know why, or how long, or anything other than that this is Huaisang.
He pulls in a breath and lets it out. Huaisang is the most important thing, here, and all that matters is making sure he feels supported.
"I could recite a multitude of literature around what it is to be a man, the virtues that one must exemplify, but none of them matter. None of them matter, because they are not you."
He reaches out to take Huaisang's hands in his, eyes earnest as they focus on Huaisang's.
"Your mind and your heart are the best parts of you, A-Sang. If they say that you are a man, then let no one else disagree."
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"You know none of that would matter if this got out," Huaisang says quietly and he's still exposed and self conscious and there is some pain that's starting to become more insistent. He slowly draws his hands away.
"How can you look at me and say it?"
Because Huaisang knew even his brother had thought him a little mad but he had indulged this one thing with Huaisang.
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He doesn't make the comparison, because it is so far from the same thing that it feels insulting to even think it, but - he knows Huaisang. He knows how clever he is, how creative he is, he knows where Huaisang's passions lie and where they do not, and how it likely would have been simpler to pursue them were he not the only male heir to the Nie sect. Huaisang is... he is Huaisang, he is not mad or confused or anything else, not if this is how he has always been.
His grip tightens on Huaisang's briefly, when he starts pulling his hands away, but he lets them go.
"How can I know you and not say it?"
He goes back to the supplies, moving them over to place them beside the bed.
"Will you lay down for me?"
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But when he's asked to lay down he moves quietly to do so, his heart racing and he's flushed and he curses himself for. This certainly isn't how he'd always imagined being asked to get into a bed for Xichen.
He quickly shoves the thought away and closes his eyes with a heavy sigh.
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There's a rough swallow when he sees Huaisang's flush, and for a brief moment, imagines having said those words in another context. But he cuts that off, a little angry with himself. He had never intended on telling Huaisang about his feelings for him, and thinking about it now, when the other is already so vulnerable, is completely inappropriate.
He carefully peels Huaisang's tattered clothes and his own overcoat back from his chest and stomach. He'd remove them entirely, but he isn't sure how comfortable Huaisang would be with Lan Xichen stripping him bare right now - and he is going to have to push his pants down as well, at some point, to clean and bandage the gashes there.
For now he wrings out the cloth and gently begins wiping the dirt and blood from around his injuries. Despite his care, his hands still brush against Huaisang's breasts during his movements, and the tips of his ears go a little red.
"Please tell me if you're uncomfortable," he murmurs.
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"No," he answers with a slight waver in his voice but it's true. It should make him uncomfortable but maybe it's the way the other had accepted Huaisang's identity had not argued it and had simply accepted that he's still a man that allows him to be comfortable if not still embarrassed. Just now, he's embarrassed and aroused and god, please do not notice Xichen.
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Should he ask? Should he acknowledge it and at the very least give them both an out, mention that it is normal to respond to such a tender touch, especially when it is done by someone you are close with? Will that make it more or less awkward than continuing as though he hasn't noticed anything?
Or perhaps even acknowledging it would be too much. Perhaps Huaisang does not want another to see his body in such a state, does not want to be reminded of what he has tried so hard to conceal. He hesitates long enough that drawing attention to it would be awkward, however, which he supposes means his decision has been made for him.
"Good," he says, his voice a little rough, and he swallows around it to clear it. "I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. You are - you are very important to me, Huaisang."
He finishes with his chest and abdomen, and dips the cloth back into the water basin to rinse it clean. Then he gently loosens the laces of Huaisang's trousers, looking back up at him for permission before he pulls them down over his hips.
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"You're very important to me too... you... you never make me uncomfortable," and that is truth. Perhaps the situation of suddenly being discovered had made him uncomfortable and scared but that was not the fault of Xichen at all.
Huaisang sucks in a sharp breath but he nods as the other goes to his trousers, hand grasping at the bedding and if the other hadn't noticed his arousal before he very might now notice it. Huaisang presses his thighs together to try and hide the evidence, turning his head to the side. But the injuries to his thighs are quite serious and they can't be left untended.
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Lan Xichen is hardly so naive that he would be oblivious to the reactions he is causing, and he is not so restrained that he's able to prevent himself from responding in return. He forces himself to keep his breathing slow and steady as he gently but firmly spreads Huaisang's thighs enough that he can tend to his injuries. His hands clench in the cloth as he cleans him up, to try to prevent himself from lingering - and still he fails, just a little, fingertips brushing over the insides of his thighs.
He swallows as he finishes, reaching for the salve instead to begin spreading it over the worst of his injuries.
"I should not ask this of you, when you have already shared so much with me tonight. But I-" He falters, briefly, acutely aware that this is hardly an opportune moment for this. But he cannot keep pretending, and since Huaisang has already been forced to be honest with him enough tonight - surely he can return the favor. "I cannot help but notice your reaction, and I want - I have wanted this, with you."
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Huaisang remains quiet as the other works and he doesn't even think of speaking as the other starts to. He's flushing all the way down his neck when the other points out that he does indeed notice. And..the last part is hard to believe at the moment. He swallows heavily, closing his eyes.
"That was before you knew..."
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He's done applying the salve, now, but he doesn't take his hands away, instead leaving them resting on Huaisang's thighs.
"If you don't want this, I will understand. But I want you, very much."
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"I want you...this."
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"I want to kiss you," he murmurs. "I want to make you feel good, A-Sang, but I do not want to go where such touch is not welcome. If you allow me - is there anywhere you do not want me to touch?"
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"Today as long as you see me as a man you can touch me anywhere," he murmurs, the other understands him, respects him and Huaisang feels safe right now. There's a moment of hesitation and then he gently takes the other's wrist and guides his hand back to his inner thigh, breathing getting heavier with nerves, with anticipation.
"I trust you."
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His touch is firmer this time, when Huaisang guides him back, more purposeful as he strokes up the inside of his thigh.
"Then today I will touch you everywhere, and tomorrow I will ask you the same question, understanding the answer may be different."
His fingers brush against Huaisang's folds, running over them by feel alone, since he can't take his eyes away from the other's face.
"And I will do the same the day after that, and the day after that, and every day for as long as you will have me."
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Then those fingers find the soft folds and Huaisang moans softly, his eyes closing for a moment as he allows the pleasure of being touched by another -- by Xichen -- to rush over him.
There's a smile as Huaisang looks at the other, breathing out shakily.
"Thank you."
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"Thank you," he murmurs. "For trusting me with this. I have wanted you for a very long time."
He kisses him again, just the barest brush of his lips against Huaisang's, and then he drags them over his chin and down the underside of his jaw, planting small kisses all along the line of his throat. At the same time, his hand gently parts Huaisang's folds so he can explore deeper, fingertips gentle over the wet heat of him until they find his clit and press with a little more intention.
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"Ah," Huaisang gasps as the other finds his clit, hips rising just slightly and he grasps the other's shoulder for a moment. Another touching him is just so much more intense than touching himself.
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His free hand finds Huaisang's, lacing their fingers together and giving his hand a squeeze at that gasp. The way his hips rock up into the touch makes it reasonably clear that it's far from a bad reaction, but he can't help but check in anyway.
"Tell me," he whispers against the hollow of Huaisang's throat. "If it becomes too much."
He settles into a rhythm - thumb circling his clit nice and slow, dragging directly over it every few strokes, and repeating.
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"Don't stop," Huaisang whispers back and his free hand hesitates before touching along the other's side, he's not as exposed but it doesn't matter. The touch is still intimate enough for him at least for now. He's slowly coming apart at the other's hand.
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"How can I, now that I've had you like this? I'm afraid I will only want more." His lips have stopped at the swell of Huaisang's breast, and he hovers there for a moment so he can look back up at him. "I am selfish, A-Sang, I want to see you overwhelmed with pleasure, to know that I am the one who has given it to you."
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"You're doing a good job then," Huaisang mumbles, reaching up to the other's neck and urging him to keep going with his kisses, arching his back intentionally this time to draw attention to his breasts and that he wanted more. "You'll undo me completely at this rate," he murmurs, probably more than once with as quickly as he feels the way his body is starting to tense and he's so close.
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"Good." His voice is low and heated, his own breath ragged.
There's a hum of satisfaction as he moves where Huaisang urges him to go, mouthing up his breast to his nipple. He laves it with the flat of his tongue for a moment before drawing the nub between his lips, sucking gently at the same time as he flicks his tongue at the tip.
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"Fuck," Huaisang whimpers, nails digging in, grasping where he's holding onto the other at the work of the other's tongue, his nipples getting more taut at the attention.