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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"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.