Wu Xi shivers at the sound the other makes and presses a bit more eagerly into the kiss as his hand slides back into the other's hair. This kiss is everything that he has wanted. The way the other's hands feel in his hair.
His eyes are dark as he looks over Jiang Cheng briefly. They flutter close when the teeth move along his jaw and he groans softly.
"Now, I wish I had said something sooner," he murmurs.
"You talk too much." The statement is a rasp on Wu Xi's throat, teeth pressed gently on the pulse he found. A moment of suckling is followed by his hands smoothing silks off and running along skin. Cheng's still shy, he doesn't go below the collar bone with his mouth, but his hands start to roam, feeling every bump of rib and spine, and skin. A thumb strikes over a nipple. A span of hand falls into the dip of a waist and then curls down and around to grope one ass cheek.
Cheng curses as he sees sparks when they rub together just right.
Wu Xi laughs. He'll shut up if Jiang Cheng wants. He does wish he had said something sooner because this is good. This is really good. He gasps and pleasure moves through him at the feeling of teeth at just the right place. Wu Xi doesn't feel shy at all. His hands move boldly over the other's body, pulling him close and arching up into him.
He wants to feel all of him.
The other starts to be more bold himself, Wu Xi moans as the nipple is teased, ass groped and he arches eagerly into his husband's touch. He shifts to push away clothes completely. He's too impatient now.
Whatever was holding him back before was non existant now. Cheng took little care for the layers of silks that were being tossed and pushed aside. What he wanted was skin, warmth, and more of those eager sounds Wu Xi was making. It wasn't soon enough that they were reduced to trousers. There was no thought when his hand snakes down the hem of Wu Xi's pants to fully embrace the other's rear.
Cheng doesn't even really take notice that he's tugging the final thin piece of silk down, rolling so that he's cradled between his husband's legs, mouth travelling over a chest and nipping at a collarbone. He feels like he's been starving all this time and he finally has the opportunity to slacken his hunger.
Wu Xi gasps, arching as the other's hand grasps his ass. He'd been longing for this with Jiang Cheng. There's practical reasons of course but he wants him. He's wanted him since their wedding night when he had realized he was going to be turned away.
Quiet sounds escape him as the other's mouth moves over his body. He reaches out to touch him, to spread his hands over the strength of his shoulders, his arms his back. He wants to touch everywhere.
He enjoys the press of fingers into his muscles, the way thighs flank his own. Cheng has very little of his head at this moment. There's no thought of reason, just need. His teeth bite but don't cost lasting harm. There's one dusky nipple that seems especially eager to be bitten. Every so often, he comes up for air, looking down at Wu Xi as he keeps a steady, demanding rock. A tender thumb draws across the other's temple and he then reaches out for some oil.
"It will be better," he murmurs, kneeling up because he needed both hands to deal with the bottle.
Wu Xi bites his lip as the other works over his body and his cock aches with need. He reaches out to touch him, to hold him close, hands caressing over him more greedy for more and more. “Husband,” he moans quietly.
He’s eager, body pliant and willing as the other moves to grab the bottle and he anticipates what’s coming next. He licks his lips.
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His eyes are dark as he looks over Jiang Cheng briefly. They flutter close when the teeth move along his jaw and he groans softly.
"Now, I wish I had said something sooner," he murmurs.
fine by me! I prefer it
Cheng curses as he sees sparks when they rub together just right.
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He wants to feel all of him.
The other starts to be more bold himself, Wu Xi moans as the nipple is teased, ass groped and he arches eagerly into his husband's touch. He shifts to push away clothes completely. He's too impatient now.
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Cheng doesn't even really take notice that he's tugging the final thin piece of silk down, rolling so that he's cradled between his husband's legs, mouth travelling over a chest and nipping at a collarbone. He feels like he's been starving all this time and he finally has the opportunity to slacken his hunger.
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Quiet sounds escape him as the other's mouth moves over his body. He reaches out to touch him, to spread his hands over the strength of his shoulders, his arms his back. He wants to touch everywhere.
"So good," he murmurs.
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"It will be better," he murmurs, kneeling up because he needed both hands to deal with the bottle.
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He’s eager, body pliant and willing as the other moves to grab the bottle and he anticipates what’s coming next. He licks his lips.
“You’re wonderful.”