"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.
His laugh was low, throaty, and utterly delighted as he moves to kiss Wen Ning again, letting his teeth drag on his lip before pulling it in. The thought of devouring him again is too tempting to ignore even though he decides that maybe he should just draw it out and listen to the man beg. He enjoys begging.
Something warm and decadent squirmed in his belly when Wen Ning said that. Smiling, he pulled the other's hair away from his face. "I like your mouth on me. Your hands on me. You pressed up close against me. I want you to find out the things you can do to please me."
He was also more than happy to lay back and have his husband explore his body. Wanyin was eager to see the confidence grow in this one and it was hard to see what weight more in him. To have Wen Ning beg or have Wanyin beg because of Wen Ning.
Wen Ning flushes, feeling overwhelmed for a moment by the other's answer. It's not very specific but at least there is some idea of where to start, he thinks. Hopefully, Wanyin could guide him if he wasn't doing good enough...
"I'll do my best," Wen Ning says sincerely, swallowing heavily as he leans to start with a kiss, his hands smoothing over Wanyin's chest slowly.
Wanyin hums low, enjoying the initial kiss and arches into the touch. It felt decadent to have someone pay attention to him like this. He enjoys it and tells Wen Ning with soft sighs and gentle caresses on him.
His movements are shy and uncertain as he touches his husband. He tries to read what the other likes, but he's not totally sure how. He kisses him a little more insistently.
He inhales deeply on the kiss, melting a little more into the bed as he reaches up to run his fingers along Wen Ning's skin. It's hard being a sect leader and ...over attentive to the needs of his people and feel like he could relax and let someone else take care of him for a bit. His hand eventually moves Wen Ning's hand to his cock as he offers one tiny whimper.
Wen Ning nods silently, cheeks pink as he glances down to where Wanyin has
moved his hand. The length is hard and it’s beautiful in its way and it’s
already made Wen Ning feel amazing in ways he couldn’t have imagined.
His touch is light and gentle as slender fingers wrap around the others
cock. It’s more awkward to do this on another person but he is eager to
please and so he strokes Wanyin, exhaling shakily as he does. Just the
feeling of the other in his hand stirs something in his own cock.
He feels the exhalation more than hears it and smiles. Wanyin makes certain his own hands are not idle as he keeps a quietly running litany about how Wen Ning's hand makes him feel. Beyond the hardness and lustfulness; he feels cared for. He enjoys feeling how careful Wen Ning is being and how that makes him harder. How he likes the pumping motion, almost as if he were moving inside his husband again-only it should be tighter, he adds with a smirk.
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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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"Tell me what to do for you."
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He was also more than happy to lay back and have his husband explore his body. Wanyin was eager to see the confidence grow in this one and it was hard to see what weight more in him. To have Wen Ning beg or have Wanyin beg because of Wen Ning.
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"I'll do my best," Wen Ning says sincerely, swallowing heavily as he leans to start with a kiss, his hands smoothing over Wanyin's chest slowly.
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"A-Ning~ Would you touch me here?"
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Wen Ning nods silently, cheeks pink as he glances down to where Wanyin has moved his hand. The length is hard and it’s beautiful in its way and it’s already made Wen Ning feel amazing in ways he couldn’t have imagined.
His touch is light and gentle as slender fingers wrap around the others cock. It’s more awkward to do this on another person but he is eager to please and so he strokes Wanyin, exhaling shakily as he does. Just the feeling of the other in his hand stirs something in his own cock.
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