secureserver | [ Arranged Marriage Bullshit Open Post ]

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."

Wen Ning shivers, being touched this way is so much to get used to and so overwhelming. The way that Wanyin looks at him makes his insides feel strange, butterflies in his stomach and heated desire running throughout his body. He gasps at the lick, eyes widening as he watches him, flushing at how much he'd enjoyed seeing that -- maybe even more than the feeling of the tongue on him.

He doesn't look away from the other when he moves, though, his shyness is pushing to the forefront. He glances at the bottle before back at Wanyin, taking the other's words to heart. He has an idea of what it means -- he's not stupid, his sister is a doctor. She wouldn't have put him in this position without making sure that he knew the basics. Still...

It's very different to feel his husband's mouth kissing him and the hand teasing over his length before he feels the press against his entrance the stroking against the ring of muscle that gave way to pressure. He gasps softly at the sudden sensation of being breached.

"Hng," he exhales shakily.

"I've got you." The assurance is gruff. He can hardly believe how badly he wants this, how he wants him. Wanyin's desire to mark and claim was barely tempered by the need to gain trust and bind Wen Ning to him.

He stays there for a while with a single digit moving in and out, his mouth tasting and nipping exposed skin. Wanyin doesn't even think of adding another finger until Wen Ning is shifting beneath him and those breathless sounds are more from lust than discomfort.

Wen Ning is reassured by that. Wanyin makes him feel safe... He feels safe even facing this whole new experience that's intimidating and scary and he's worried about not being good at... He wants the other to keep wanting him, he wants him to like him.

His breathing is uneven as the other's finger moves inside of him, the other's mouth not completely distracting him from the odd feeling. But.. it starts to feel better, to make him more aware of how hard his length is and how much he needs... something. He whimpers softly as he instinctively started to move, his hips rocking into the other's fingers.

Once hips are meeting the motion of his hand, he presses in deeper, seeking out that one little spot. In the meantime, he lets another finger press against that ring of muscle and allows the motion to spear Wen Ning in small increments. All the while, he whispers dark encouragement, sounding hungry and needy as he continues to stretch the other open.

How hot and tight Wen Ning feels around his fingers. How good it feels and how badly Wanyin wants to bury himself in that heat. He recites the same promises as he's told another- Wen Ning was his now, and no other was allowed to touch him without Wanyin's permission. If his husband was harmed, he would kill. His treasures were his alone to adore. He was going to mark him so deeply that no one would be able to erase it. No one. These promises he felt held greater weight than the ones recited in public.

He couldn't hold back any longer, the sounds Wen Ning was making were just as hard on his control as feeling the man beneath him. As he pulls out, his fingers still stretching and Wanyin's mouth drops open in naked lust as he watches how Wen Ning's body clings to him. His eyes drag back along the other's body before he splashes oil on himself, slicking his thick, throbbing cock. "A-Ning," he can't help but purr as he takes a leg to rest over his shoulder, opening the man up and letting the head of his cock rest against the loosened ring. "Ready for me, my sweet?" His clean hand strokes the other's cheek as he presses soft kisses on his face. "Deep breath, exhale slowly." He would start to push in as the other breathes out, hoping that the passage would be easier.

Wen Ning whimpers beneath the other as Wanyin stretches him. It's so odd, the feeling of being opened up slowly by his new husband. He bites down on his lip when the other touches a particularly sensitive spot inside of him, making his body tense, toes curling as he lets out a sharp pitched noise. His hands twisted in the sheets beneath him again until the other's fingers slip out of him. The muscles seem to tighten, trying to hold onto the fingers as they're drawn out of him. He whimpers at the strange feeling of emptiness when they're gone.

He looks at Wanyin's cock again as his leg is pulled up, his hole presented to the other that way. And he's a little scared, he can't help it. His muscles tremble a little, twitching at the press of blunt head of Wanyin's cock against him. He manages a nod, leaning into the other's hand focusing on that, on the soft presses of lips.

"Okay," he whispers, sucking in a deep breath and as he slowly breathes out the other starts to press in it makes it a lot harder to keep exhaling. It burns, the other's cock bigger than the fingers but it's alright. After sucking in harshly he works on breathing out slower again, his eyes wide and looking up at Wanyin's face.

He stills when he manages to breech the ring of muscle, looking down at Wen Ning's bright eyes. Too bright for his comfort. The newness of this act with this man wasn't going to be completely comfortable and he knew that. He coos in comfort, thumbing the tension out of Wen Ning's brows, his pulse throbbing like his whole being was his heart.

"Shit," he breathes, struggling to keep still against the tremble of the man clutching tight around him. "You're so tight," Wanyin nips the other's earlobe, teething his neck, hips still unmoving as he waited. "So tight, so...You ripple and I just want to fuck you lose. I just want to split you in two, drive my cock so hard and deep that you'll never be rid of me." His words became a little confusing after with the kisses and soft, needy whimpers that came from him. And still he waited, wanting to make certain that he didn't move too soon and craving it all the more for it.

Wen Ning stares up at Wanyin because he doesn't know where else to look and he wants to see him, the other is the one that's taking care of him. He exhales shakily at the other's cursing, trying to stay relaxed, to not clench his muscles as he felt tempted to do.He's supposed to relax. He shudders at the words against his ear, telling him he's tight. Wen Ning nearly responds that Wanyin's so big but he bites it back, thinking it might sound stupid, worrying. He focuses on breathing some more, though the other's words continuing make it hard, they send arousal through him, making him flush and finally close his eyes.

"O..oh," he soft gasp comes out and he swallows, but his body is trembling less, still feeling impossibly stretched but he reaches out to touch Wanyin, curling his flingers where he can reach easily.

At the sound, he gently rolls his hips. Then Wanyin groans. He leans a bit into Wen Ning's touch, keeping the rocking motion easy and slow. He wants to savor this as much as he wants to watch Wen Ning fall apart from his actions.

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