secureserver | [ Arranged Marriage Bullshit Open Post ]

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.

Wen Ning is still wrapping his head around being wanted. That he's not just...convenient. Jiang Wanyin had someone else that he could be with right now and yet he's asking Wen Ning to touch him. The grip on his thigh sends heat through him. He wants the other too, more than he would have ever imagined. He insecure and unsure of himself but he wants to please him and he wants more of what the other is making him feel.

His fingertips are trembling despite him trying to remain calm as he brushes over his muscles, over scars and nipples, letting the pads of his fingers tease over them, memorizing the feel of his body.

He leans forward his lips pressing tentatively to the other's shoulder, kissing, tasting him as one of his hands ventured lower over the other's stomach. His boldness falters when he gets to about his navel and he wavers there.

He hoped his enthusiasm came across clearly. Wanyin arched into the touch, his moans as sweet as the soft gasps and slight shivers. When he felt Wen Ning's hand linger, his stomach tensed with anticipation, cock throbbing with a wild pulse as he waited. Oh, this was too sweet. The entire situation makes him burn like fire and every touch Wen Ning has made was memorized by his skin.

"Don't tease me so, Ning-er," he rasped softly, finally reaching up to curl a hand around the other's waist. "Why do you make me wonder," Wanyin breathed, letting his lips brush across the shell of the other's ear, "how your fingers would wrap around me? If your palm is rough or smooth, pulling my skin over this rod you made? I'm so hard for you and yet you still deny me the relief of your touch?" And just because he could, he nips Wen Ning's earlobe between his teeth, the motion too quick and brief to really cause real pain.

Wen Ning swallows at the other's voice, the sound of it is enough to draw a searing heat through him. His breath picks up as his skin tingles and burns at Wanyin's touch. His ear so sensitive to the attention against it. The words were vulgar and yet... they were everything that Wen Ning wanted to hear, or needed to hear. He's flushing deeply he's sure, his face feels like his scorching. Gasping at the quick nip to his earlobe, the hint of pleasure there.

He gathers the courage to reach for the other's cock, wrapping his fingers around it. His hands weren't too calloused but there were some from his archery practice -- not nearly as much as most men. His lips part and a shaky breath escape him as he starts to stroke, feeling awkward at first but the hard flesh in his hand is exhilarating.

He knew it was going to happen but in honesty, he wasn't prepared for that touch. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to be so new and the initial grip had him shuddering as he fought to keep himself from rutting into that hand. His exhalation was a mumbled curse as he smoothed his stuttered jerk into a roll of his hips.

"I like it like this, too" he murmurs, curling his fingers around Wen Ning's hand to adjust the grip and nudge his thumb over the tip. That too brings about an exaggerated reaction but it was still sincere. Heavy sighs and wordless praise. Wanyin rocks up lightly into Wen Ning's hand but he still holds the other close, muttering things in his ear. "I'm so needy, A-Ning. I could come just from this, because you're doing this to me. Your hand feels so good."

Wen Ning was worried at the curse at first but the movements of Jiang Cheng but quickly realizes that they were made out of enjoyment at his touch. His eyes are lowed to the other's cock as he touches him, as Jiang Cheng guides him into a new movement. He bites the inside of his cheek as he keeps stroking, his thumb moving over the tip regularly. He's flustered by the praise but enjoys it.

"Do.. is that what you want?"

Wanyin had received better hand jobs but that wasn't what had titillated him was that Wen Ning was doing this clearly outside of his comfort zone. And that was enjoyment of itself. As the question was asked, he forced his eyes open to look at the other man.

"What I want, A-Ning, is whatever you are comfortable to give me." Wanyin reached up to cup Wen Ning's cheek, offering comfort and encouragement in that touch. "This is just the beginning. We have all the time we want to explore and enjoy each other."

Wen Ning's gaze is shy but he does meet the other's eyes as flustered as it makes him feel to do so while touching his husband in this way and he knows there is more... there's so much more. He leans into the touch and he's still... surprised... He hadn't expected this from Jiang Wanyin. He'd expected anything but care... but affection.

"I want... to give you what should be given to a spouse after a wedding," Wen Ning says and his voice is ever so quiet.

His reputation of being cruel and punishing had its merits--outside of the sect. He was willing to do anything to protect his people from another invasion, even sacrificing his own upstanding reputation for it. And today the mists were quiet so the resentment was calm.

Wanyin's eyes lit up as he registered what Wen Ning said. "Well then," he acknowledged lowly. "You're wearing a bit too much for that, husband." The title was stressed but not mocked. He could have two spouses even if one wasn't readily recognized publically. Even if he came first.

Doing nothing to stop what the other was doing, Wanyin arches up to gently bite at Wen Ning's jaw as he started loosening the other's ties and sashes, easily still the one in charge even if he was on his back.

Wen Ning flushes again when the other says husband that way. He smiles, though, he likes it, he likes the way that the other bites his jaw and the tingles that it sends throughout his body. He likes how the other's undressing him.

As the fastenings are undone, Wen Ning helps, stopping his stroking of the other's cock to remove his clothes once they were loosened.

He bites his lip.

"I'm nervous."

He's hungry and it shows in his eyes as he has perfect, pale skin revealed to him. No scars of war or marks of a rough childhood. Almost instantly there's a war of emotions within him. How dare this one be the pampered and protected baby brother and then-- He would kill anyone who harmed him. Jealousy and possessiveness warred between him up until he hears Wen Ning's words. All of that is pushed away as his hand roams over the other's chest and down his side to rest at his hip.

"I was too, first time," he admits softly, his touch firm enough to keep from being ticklish as he travels down the meat of a thigh. "I was young and in pain from grieving and wanted something to block it out a little bit. For a little while. It hurt. It wasn't good." Wanyin's eyes drift over to the cock presented before him, framed in a nest of hair. His fingers close gently around it, squeezing before stroking slightly. "And then I was tossed aside as if I wasn't the one who paid--" Wanyin shakes his head, "-not important. Now, in this moment, I'm nervous. I don't want you in pain. I want to make you feel so good, A-Ning. Burn so hot you want it so badly. It can hurt, but I will do my best not to." He presses one kiss to the crease of the other's thigh and then flicks his eyes up to the other. "And I will trust you to tell me if it's too much." He pauses, lets his fingers curl open and pull away before he kisses the shaft. Wanyin's eyes close in contentment as he sighs, adding a small flick of tongue before kissing again, slowly inching his way towards the tip.

Wen Ning's breath caught as the other touches his bare skin. His heart pounds loudly in his ears and he's excited, his skin heating underneath the other's touch, the tingling sensation making him squirm just a bit. He's somewhat relieved that Wanyin doesn't tell him not to be nervous, that instead, lets Wen Ning feel like his feelings are normal, justified. It helps a little to feel that. And the other's touch... it excites him more. He listens to the other's honesty, feeling like Jiang Cheng is also letting him in a bit and he appreciates that and takes it in.

The story makes Wen Ning frown, though, and he rocks up into the other's stroking without thinking. He flushes as the words turn more toward him, what the other wants to do to him. "I trust you," Wen Ning says softly and if it hurts he can take it and he can know that the other will make it better somehow.

"I'll tell you." He flushes a little as the other's lips press the juncture of his thigh. He bites his lip as he watches the other's actions. "I promise," he whispers.

That was what Wanyin seemed to need as he trailed his lips over the swollen member before him. His eyes flickered with heat and want, looking at Wen Ning's face as he offered an extremely visual lick with his tongue from root to tip. No need to overwhelm the poor man all at once.

This time, when he rose to his knees, his eyes remained steadfast as he reached for his favorite oil to show the bottle off. "The first order of business," he purred softly as he warmed the oil a bit and poured a generous amount into the palm of his hand. "Is to ease the way. To open you up to the pleasure."

His mouth was back on Wen Ning's kissing possessively as his slick hand ran down the other's dick and start to press lower. Here, he took his time again, stroking the split of muscle, seeking the different textured flesh to massage it before easing within. A low groan came from him as he closed his eyes in bliss.

"So tight, A-Ning. So beautifully tight."

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