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'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.
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.
"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.
Wen Ning whimpers as the other rolls his hips. the discomfort and pleasure mixing for the time being but it gets easier with each shift of the other's hips. He closes his eyes as he holds onto his new husband, completely focused on him, on the feeling of his length pressed inside of him.
He keeps the pace slow and steady no matter how much his blood screams at him. It drives him mad that he doesn't chase it and it makes him burn all that much hotter as well. A deep, warbling sound comes from him as he finally closes his eyes, dropping his head as if to hide in the crook of Wen Ning's shoulder. His body shudders in protest of the restraint and yet he still continues on, mouthing warm skin in the process.
"Do... Is this how you like it?" Wen Ning asks breathlessly as the other's head drops into the crook of his shoulder and neck. He's worried, wanting to make the other feel good, to make sure he can please his new husband. He curls his fingers against the other's sides as his body starts to accept the other's length easier, quiet sounds escaping him when Jiang Cheng moves just right and the pleasure overtakes any discomfort that's still lingering.
"Mmmmmmmmm." The response is low and rumbling. Wanyin is definitely enjoying it as he settles into a lingering rhythm, the strokes sure and steady. "Yes, I do. All of this is pleasing, no matter what, A-Ning.
He props himself on his elbows, looking down at the other. "Do you like it this way?" His face was flushed, unguarded as he rolled his hips and pressed in deep.
Wen Ning smiles, relieved and it does ease his worries some honestly. He
reaches out to stroke the side of the other's face, gasping as the other
presses in and out of him so smoothly. It feels good. Impossibly so.
The other's hips rolled and Wanyin's cock buries deep inside of Wen Ning
and it feels nearly impossible. He gasps.
"Oh," he moans and then glances to the side, shyness peaking out once more.
He's breathing heavy and he nods. "I... do. I really do," Wen Ning answers.
He hadn't known what to expect really but Wanyin is making him feel so good.
"Good." There's a hint of relief on his face as well. He keeps going, drinking in the other man's sounds and reactions. His breath hitches and he struggles to keep the pace steady and deep, hitting that spot each and every time. "My A-Ning."
He's not certain how he's going to survive this, but Wanyin's determined to do so in order give Wen Ning the best experience he could have. He can feel his patience start to grow thin as his cock keeps twitching around the tight clutch of muscle squeezing around him.
Wen Ning isn't well versed enough to really tell how much Jiang Cheng might
be holding back or he would have told him he could do what he felt like. As
it is, Wen Ning relishes the deep and steady pace, sending pleasure
straight through him with each stroke. He bites down on his lip as it gets
harder to feel like he has any control. His muscles spasming some around
Jiang Cheng's cock and his own leaking. He's right there.
"I'm..." he blushes further, unable to finish the sentence.
"Yesssss." The word hisses out of Wanyin. He's ravenous for this, to be the first to taste what Wen Ning feels like when he climaxes. Adjusting his position slightly, he had a better view of the man beneath him without losing pace and depth. A hand sneaks down between them to take Wen Ning in hand, his grip comforting and urging at the same time.
Whatever clasps he had in his hair were loosened now, providing an interesting, lay curtain around them, further solidifying the intimacy of the moment. Wenyin's breathing was nothing more than solid rasps, head was thrown back as he felt the telltale signs of the other's end, failing to keep that pace solid. The edge just shivers along his spine and he barely moves, letting the pulse of Wen Ning's muscles draw it out.
A sound stutters from him and his head's thrown forward as two solid thrusts signal his own end and all he can do is shudder as he pulses wet and deep, every nerve misfiring and jumping until it settles to quiet.
Once Wanyin touches his cock directly there is very little holding back. He loses control of his breathing completely it feels like, his body tighten around Wanyin's cock as it keeps moving inside of him and all that's there in the world is him and his new husband and the way their bodies meet. He comes with a quiet moan, feeling the way the other thrusts, the way his release fills him up in a completely new and wonderful sensation.
He holds close to him as the aftermath of their orgasms settle over him.
Slowly and carefully, he moves to rearrange them side by side, staying as close as possible while offering gentle nuzzles and kisses to help bring them both down from their highs.
"How do you feel?" he asks very softly, content to have Wen Ning in his arms.
Wen Ning is happy that the other keeps him close even as they move to the side. He nuzzles, Wanyin, reaching for one of his hand to hold onto tightly without thinking about the action.
"Mmm..." Wen Ning shakes his head a little. Is he supposed to really be able to form a coherent thought after that?
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"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.
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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.
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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He props himself on his elbows, looking down at the other. "Do you like it this way?" His face was flushed, unguarded as he rolled his hips and pressed in deep.
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Wen Ning smiles, relieved and it does ease his worries some honestly. He reaches out to stroke the side of the other's face, gasping as the other presses in and out of him so smoothly. It feels good. Impossibly so.
The other's hips rolled and Wanyin's cock buries deep inside of Wen Ning and it feels nearly impossible. He gasps.
"Oh," he moans and then glances to the side, shyness peaking out once more. He's breathing heavy and he nods. "I... do. I really do," Wen Ning answers. He hadn't known what to expect really but Wanyin is making him feel so good.
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He's not certain how he's going to survive this, but Wanyin's determined to do so in order give Wen Ning the best experience he could have. He can feel his patience start to grow thin as his cock keeps twitching around the tight clutch of muscle squeezing around him.
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Wen Ning isn't well versed enough to really tell how much Jiang Cheng might be holding back or he would have told him he could do what he felt like. As it is, Wen Ning relishes the deep and steady pace, sending pleasure straight through him with each stroke. He bites down on his lip as it gets harder to feel like he has any control. His muscles spasming some around Jiang Cheng's cock and his own leaking. He's right there.
"I'm..." he blushes further, unable to finish the sentence.
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Whatever clasps he had in his hair were loosened now, providing an interesting, lay curtain around them, further solidifying the intimacy of the moment. Wenyin's breathing was nothing more than solid rasps, head was thrown back as he felt the telltale signs of the other's end, failing to keep that pace solid. The edge just shivers along his spine and he barely moves, letting the pulse of Wen Ning's muscles draw it out.
A sound stutters from him and his head's thrown forward as two solid thrusts signal his own end and all he can do is shudder as he pulses wet and deep, every nerve misfiring and jumping until it settles to quiet.
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He holds close to him as the aftermath of their orgasms settle over him.
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"How do you feel?" he asks very softly, content to have Wen Ning in his arms.
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"Mmm..." Wen Ning shakes his head a little. Is he supposed to really be able to form a coherent thought after that?
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