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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"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.