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?
He can't help but grin as he feels a hand twine in his own. Wanyin was willing to stay as long as he could, cuddling and keeping Wen Ning warm and close. "I will have to get up for a cloth soon," he warned in that soothing voice, making no moves to actually get up. He was just as content in this moment as his husband was.
"A cloth?" Wen Ning mumbles, glancing up at Wanyin in confusion. He's still a bit dazed from the whole experience and the common sense explanation didn't make itself readily available.
The fact that Wen Ning wasn't completely with it only made him grin wider. He took it for the ego boost it was and continued with the soft kisses and snuggling. "Mmhmm. To clean up with."
It simply would not do for him to have his husband in a state while they slept. Even if it did seem appealing.
"Ah...oh," Wen Ning flushes, he really did make a mess... He bites his lip sheepishly, turning his head to press against the other's shoulder for a moment.
Softly, he whispers, not because of anything else, "I'll do my best to... continue to please you."
He's not certain what Wen Ning means by that. Wanyin certainly doesn't want the other to fall into the role of servant, but he isn't certain he should address that right now. He nuzzles softly instead, humming in approval.
"You are very pleasing, A-Ning. And I look forward to sharing everything with you."
Wanyin indulged in another lingering kiss before he slowly slid out of bed, not even bothering to hide his nudity as he walked off to the ablution area. Moments later he was back with a small bowl and a cloth, his expression softer as he looked at Wen Ning in his bed. Another husband who was publicaly recognized. Perhaps now Xue Yang would want to officialize their relationship, he pondered.
He took a seat on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth in the water and then wringing it out. "You may do as you wish, but it would please me if you would allow me to take care of you." Maybe it was a bit of a game, to use this against him-but was it truly against Wen Ning when he truly wished to care for him? He wanted to ensure that his men were bound to him in all ways and could depend on Wanyin when needed. This was but a small part of that binding, he decided.
Wen Ning closes his eyes as he kisses back and his eyes follow his husband -- maybe admiring his nude form even as he flushes a little for doing so. He looks up at Wanyin now that he's returned to the bed.
He nods. "Okay," he answers with a flush, and he doesn't mind allowing the other to take care of him.
Wanyin smiles, somewhat bashful, somewhat excited as he carefully wipes away the evidence of their coupling. He presses a kiss after every wiped section, his eyes sparking a playfulness after every kiss as he glances back to Wen Ning's face. Once he was done and wrung out the cloth, he set the items aside and then smiled, working his way back into bed, kissing whatever part of his husband he could reach.
Wen Ning's eyes follow the other's movements as he cleans them up. He flushes again at the kisses, eyes darting away from the other's glances each time. He kind of expects the kisses when the other comes back into bed and he exhales shakily.
He arranges them so they have maximum skin contact with each other, all nice and snuggled under the blanket. To him, the night was still young and he grins against Wen Ning's ear to breathe hotly against it.
Wen Ning's heart is still racing in his chest again as their bodies press together so close, the other's warmth impossible to ignore. He can feel his length against his hip and he flushes because soon after that realization the other questions against his ear, leaving his ear tingling and a shiver going down his spine.
He nods, hardly thinking about it before doing so.
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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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It simply would not do for him to have his husband in a state while they slept. Even if it did seem appealing.
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Softly, he whispers, not because of anything else, "I'll do my best to... continue to please you."
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"You are very pleasing, A-Ning. And I look forward to sharing everything with you."
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"Mm," Wen Ning nods, pleased with that.
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He took a seat on the edge of the bed, dipping the cloth in the water and then wringing it out. "You may do as you wish, but it would please me if you would allow me to take care of you." Maybe it was a bit of a game, to use this against him-but was it truly against Wen Ning when he truly wished to care for him? He wanted to ensure that his men were bound to him in all ways and could depend on Wanyin when needed. This was but a small part of that binding, he decided.
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He nods. "Okay," he answers with a flush, and he doesn't mind allowing the other to take care of him.
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"Comfortable?"
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"Yes." And he does mean it.
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He arranges them so they have maximum skin contact with each other, all nice and snuggled under the blanket. To him, the night was still young and he grins against Wen Ning's ear to breathe hotly against it.
"Wanna do it again?"
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He nods, hardly thinking about it before doing so.
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