secureserver | [ Arranged Marriage Bullshit Open Post ]

All he needed was that moment of Wen Ning voicing his own fears from years ago. He didn't deserve anyone, he didn't expect anyone to like him. In that moment, Wanyin decided that this one, too, was his. Xue Yang would agree, he was certain of it.

"You do not get to dictate what I want and what I don't want," Wanyin began slowly, keeping Wen Ning's hand in his. "Just as I do not get to dictate what you want or don't want. Yes, I have someone. And I will not leave him. He will not leave me. And I will not leave you, either. Things will be worked out. It will be alright."

Wen Ning bows his head again, swallowing. He hadn't meant to imply he's trying to do that... he just would accept if he isn't wanted. He stares at their hands and he doesn't know really what's happening. His experiences in the world are so few. Wen Qing had always kept him quite sheltered books were not a good substitute for experience.

He nods meekly, glancing up at his new husband.

"Does that mean that you do... want me?"

There's a warm rush that washes through him at the innocent question. Oh, the things he could teach this one! What sounds could he pull from that mouth that knew nothing? The expressions of lost wonder on such a sweet face... Wanyin knew where some of that initial emotion was coming from and smiles warmly.

"Yes. But it's not a simple answer, nor is the question simple, either. We should get to know each other better, don't you think?"

Wen Ning smiles shyly then. It's small but it's a start. He nods, his eyes drifting down to their hands again and he likes it, holding the other's hand.

"I am sorry there is not a lot to know of me."

Wanyin smiles. He's sweet and he was going to taste so good. For now, he simply focuses on the hand holding, squeezing their fingers slightly before relaxing. "And there is too much to know about me! Perhaps that balances us out, hmm?"

They can relax and feel each other out, for now. Wen Ning was not like Xue Yang and it's desirable in different ways. He feels like he can be the big brother who takes care of others, in a way. The other keeps his edges honed and he likes that, too.

"There's no rush, either." He stresses, knowing that is a possible hinderance. He doesn't want to push too far against the other's comfort zone. "We can take all the time we need to get to know each other."

Wen Ning flushes a little at the simple squeeze of his fingers. He likes it, holding hands.

"Mm," Wen Ning agrees, there is much to know about the other. Wen Ning knows the stories but that doesn't mean he knows the man very much at all. He hadn't known exactly what to expect going into this.

Wen Ning smiles shyly again and nods. "I...am not as fragile as I seem," he says softly. Maybe his health can be fragile and he is soft in heart but he's not weak of mind or scared of this -- especially if he is wanted. Easily intimidated, but not scared.

"I hope I will not disappoint you," in this, in the other things expected of him.

"You will not," Wanyin assures him, shifting just a little closer. He's fairly certain that Wen Ning hasn't been with anyone given his sister and the Wen's general situation. This was going to be interesting navigation and the thought of it has his nerves twitching in eagerness.

"I... take it you haven't been with anyone before?" He's not sure if he's being reassuring asking about it, but he needs to know. It would help him gauge how assertive he could be.

Wen Ning swallows as the other shifts closer. He hadn't been sure what to expect from the other but he doesn't think this is it. It's far from his expectations at the very least in tone. His heart skips a beat or two from just having the other man closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating some beside him and hyperaware of the space and in some places the lack of space between them.

"N..no," Wen Ning flushes, bowing his head deeper and he's not sure if it's a good thing or not... Would Wanyin rather he have experience already -- to already know how to pleasure a man with ease?

He hadn't expected that thrill to run down his spine, but it does. Just the way Wen Ning looks, his answers, and uncertainty has Wanyin practically drooling. And while he normally has this side of his nature under tight control, he can't help it. He simply cannot help it slip a little. How far can he push? How far does he want to push?

He wants to taste the answers on Wen Ning's lips for himself. Instead, he hums warmly, feeling another rush of power and that he does tamp down. "Have you," Wanyin asks, his voice like warm honey, "thought about it?"

Wen Ning's blush is probably more than enough of an answer but he shyly peers up at Jiang Cheng without really raising his head. He feels like his hairs are standing on edge, sensing... something... anticipating. He swallows heavily, his fingers curling into his robes over his thigh.

He can't bring himself to answer out loud but there is an almost imperceptible nod. He's still a man after all, of course, he's thought about it.

He gives Wen Ning a smile of approval as he lifts their joined hands up to his lips. There he just brushes A-Ning's knuckles against his mouth, letting his lip get pushed over before the softer flesh returns to its original position. His eyes are locked on the other's face as he presses a soft kiss to the finger tip, watching for a reaction.

"You are allowed to say no," he adds, adding another kiss which is more of a caress of his mouth. "Whenever it's too much, or if you don't like it. Any time, you can say it."

Wen Ning's eyes widen as he feels the warmth of the other's lips, his breath against his knuckles. His heart races and he flushes more again, fingers tightening again on his thigh. He feels a rush of heat that makes him shift. He nods a little.

"I don't..want to say no right now," he manages, he likes this... it is just a lot and he's not sure what he should do...if anything. Should such simple presses oft he other's mouth make him feel like a fire is starting in the pit of his stomach?

Oh, yes this was a good idea. Just watching A-Ning experience this first hand has him hard and throbbing. He wants to take the other man apart piece by piece and put him back together. He slowly kisses each finger, turning their hands around in the process while he speaks between each press.

"That's good. I'm glad." He keeps his tone the consistency of warm honey while he opens the other hand up, stroking the palm with is thumb. "I think, for my wedding gift to you, I would like nothing more than to watch you soak and drown in the pleasure of my doing. Would you allow me that much, A-Ning?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he lowers his head to kiss the center of the palm, opening his mouth so that he could flick his tongue over the sensitized skin.

Wen Ning's breath is quick now, uneven and he presses his legs together tightly, not knowing what to do in this moment, with this intense need. The other's words make him feel heady, are like molton lava in his veins. He might well end up being red all over by the time this is done. He parts his lips to say something but, anything but then the other's mouth is on his palm, the skin sensitive and the anticipation ramped up so high.

Wen Ning whimpers and then bites his lip quickly at the sound. But after that he manages a meek "Yes," and he's already starting to feel like he's drowning.

Wanyin shudders with a groan at that response. It's enough to make him teethe the heel of A-Ning's palm in an attempt to collect himself. When he looks back up, there's a dark fire in his eyes. "Oh, my sweet," he purrs, lifting his head to bring it closer. "I want to pluck you apart, piece by piece, and hear you sing for me."

And with that, he presses one soft, gentle kiss to the corner of Wen Ning's mouth. Wanyin lingers there for a moment, just to gauge the other's reaction, then shifts slightly to press another more squarely against the lips before him.

The teething sends a thrill through the young man and his eyes widen for a brief moment. He swallows and finds himself unable to look away from Wanyin for even a second, his words could have been terrifying but they weren't, not in this way. They ignited a burning desire, a sort that's new for Wen Ning, hotter, more intense.

He inhales sharply at the soft kiss, eyes closing and he leans forward a little and then is rewarded it seems like with the full press of Wanyin's lips against his own. He mewls softly into the kiss, awkwardly kissing back.

He can't even be disappointed at the awkwardness. It's all adorable, all cute, and all his. He truly relished in that fact and hummed softly, slowing down and letting A-Ning get his bearings on the kiss. This, they would master together and then?

Wanyin shuddered. Then there would be more and everything would be so sweet that he wouldn't have to worry about eating for weeks. But for now, it was kissing, learning how the lips should match up, how they could move with each other, how the simple caress could be more. Only when Wen Ning can keep up with him does he add his tongue, swiping it over the other's lip before licking inside.

Slowly the kissing becomes less awkward as Wen Ning learns by following the other's lead, kissing back eagerly. He knew there is so much more to learn and he wants to learn it. He mewls softly and his lips part some without him thinking of it when the other's tongue is on his lips. The taste of him becomes stronger as the tongue pushes past and into his mouth a bit. It's a strange sensation that can't be categorized immediately beyond -- good, and... makes one warm and tingly. He's uncertain what to do with his own tongue, lifting his hand for a moment and then awkwardly letting it drop back down into his own lap.

Wanyin paused a moment, opening his eyes as he sensed that aborted movement. He couldn't help but smile, sitting back to give Wen Ning a chance to recover and digest what he'd been given so far. "I like kissing you," he states simply, tugging the ties on his clothing to loosen the layers but not remove them. Wanyin is more than aware of the hardness between his legs and how it must be apparent to the other. He definitely wants it to be. "We can get more comfortable. The bed is very comfortable." He rises to his feet, knowing he's looking disheveled and counting on that look as he offers his hand to Wen Ning.

"I want to make you so dizzy you can't sit up."

Wen Ning's eyes open and he's blinking quickly for a few seconds as the other pulls away. His hands curl into fists in his lap, breathing labored and he focuses on slowing it down back to normal. He's already flush but he does so more and bows his head. He likes kissing the other as well but returning the words out loud seems too embarassing. His shyness rearing it's head.

He catches the movement of the other's hand out of the corner of his eyes and he knows... His own body is reacting to the stimulation to the desires that Wanyin awakens in him. He follows the other's movements and there's only a few seconds of hesitation before he takes Wanyin's hand.

"Oh... uhm... I..." Wen Ning stutters, flustered by the other's desire, by the way it coils inside of him hotly.

Truly, this was a delicacy. And Wanyin was going to enjoy it. He squeezed Wen Ning's hand in comfort before he lead the other to the bed. For comfort's sake, he sat and didn't urge Wen Ning to do anything more than that. "More kisses?" As he tilted his head, a lock of hair swept across his eyes. Wanyin knew full well that it was a flirty look and that was what he was going for, encouraging the other to participate.

Wen Ning smiles a little at the squeeze and lets himself be led to the bed. He sits on the bed and he is surprised the other didn't try to urge him to lay back or anything like that. He might be inexperienced but he knows... The other is so handsome and the way he looks at him makes Wen Ning feel warm. There's a moment of hesitation, where Wen Ning is working up the courage to make a move. Finally he leans over and presses his lips clumsily to Wanyin's.

To him, it didn't matter if it was clumsy, the fact that Wen Ning moved was enough to give him a reward-which was to moan into the kiss before following and guiding him into something more mutually beneficial. Wanyin used this as a teaching time for the other to trust in him.

Every so often, he would tug on a tie here, loosen something there, and have clothing so that when one wanted to get out of them, all that was needed was a well-placed shrug of a shoulder. In fact, he did that very thing when there was a moment to breathe. Wanyin's eyes were smoldering as he bared his chest, unworried of the scars he bore. Instead of asking for kisses, this time, he tugged on the loose collar of Wen Ning's robes, kissing and biting at his lips with purpose and he leaned back against the head of the bed.

Wen Ning lets the other guide him, trying to learn as quickly as he could from the way the other kisses him, eager to please him, eager to continue feeling good this way. This marriage... it could work out... they could have something. He's desperate to believe it.

As skin is exposed, Wen Ning's eyes lower to the other's chest, taking in the scars, the strength of his muscles there and his fingers twitch with the urge to touch, to trace the scars, the ridges of muscle. And the way Wanyin looked at him made Wen Ning feel as if he's burning in the best way. He's breathless and before he could do anything else he's pulled into more kisses, sharp teeth and desire as their bodies shift.

His hand moves, fingers trembling as he presses his hand to the other's chest, fingertips finding the edge of a scar to trace like he had just imagined doing.

That single touch was like a brand on him and he moaned, arching right into it. "Touch me," he groaned, letting one of his hands grip at Wen Ning's thigh. "Touch, lick, scratch...I want it. I want you, A-Ning."

Wanyin hoped he was inviting. He didn't think there was much more he could to do to say 'yes.' He let his thumb swipe close to the crease of Wen Ning's leg, rolling his body up to the touch of the other's hand.

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