Wei Ying has been gone for...a few years. Longer than Lan Wangji ever thought he actually would be, and that's with his daily searches and playing Inquiry. Nothing. Lan Sizhui is the last he has of the other half of his soul, and is growing well and he feels a little less guilty for leaving the boy in the Cloud Recesses with his brother and uncle while he leaves for Night Hunts and his personal searching.
How he ended up drinking with Nie Huaisang, of all people, he'd blame on the man being an old friend of Wei Ying's. How he ended up sharing the other man's bed...? And waking still thoroughly entwined with the smaller man?
That...he shies to even think on. He tries not to wake Huaisang as he breathes through his intense embarrassment and free himself to begin the day as he usually does.
Nie Huaisang’s intentions hadn’t been to get Lan Wangji to share his bed,
the drinks had loosened tongues, more so Huaisang’s and there had been...
something. An ache but more that reverberated as of their grief was
harmonizing. He had reached out, a touch to an arm before he gave Lan
Wangji an universe kiss. It had been a desperate search for comfort.
And then one thing had led to another and now even though Wangji is doing
his best not to wake Huaisang, the other stirs and he fights his hand to
the others side, trying to keep the warmth and closeness a while longer.
“Don’t go yet... please.” He knows he might be asking too much.
Intentions aside, even Wangji can't deny too loudly that he feels oddly...better. Almost. But is it just due to the physical release of pent up frustration and pain? Is it because Huaisang seemed to need it just as badly, from what drink-fogged memories he can parse together?
Guilt nags at his heart - he should leave. But the plea to stay, the hand on his side...his attempts to untangle limps subside and his gaze flicks away with another breath to try and regain some semblance of calm.
It would be easy to just knock the other out and be done with it. But he feels that would cheapen the comfort given and received.
Huaisang hadn’t expected Wangji to stop. He had been sure one way or
another he would have insisted and Huaisang would be alone in the bed. He
loosens his grip on the others side but he doesn’t stop touching him. He
hesitantly brushes the fingers of his other hand through his hair, careful
not to come close to his ribbon.
“Thank you,” is the quiet murmur, he’s too tired and the weight of grief
shared still has him subdued and he thinks the other wouldn’t mind this
side of him so he lets the act slide for a while longer or maybe this goes
right in step with it Huaisang doesn’t know.
“I hope I eased your burden as you eased mine even if but a little,” he
drops his hand away from the others hair. “But I do feel I somehow took
advantage of your intoxicated state. He knew how it went with Lan Wangji
and alcohol.
He's not used to touch. He'd spent so long avoiding it as much as possible that it became a goal to simply not touch another. Wei Ying (and then Sizhui) ended up being exceptions, out of pure stubbornness. Gentle hands now, Huaisang's hands, run over hair and skin have part of him at war - comfort and uncertainty. But the other man doesn't even try to touch his forehead ribbon, so he ends up not brushing the hands off.
And the murmur, the tone, in the expression of gratitude help justify his inaction. Wangji feels utterly inadequate in giving comfort. But it seems...what he's done...has helped a little? Oddly enough it helps ease some of the tension from his body, making curling against him a little more comfortable rather than stiff and uncomfortable.
The hope has him think about it, expression revealing just a little bit of his pensive thoughts rather than strictly inscrutable. "My fault," taking the blame entirely upon himself, though he keeps his voice equally quiet. "No need to claim blame for - " he cuts himself off with an almost frustrated breath. How to admit he'd planned to drink himself stupid again? Alone. Again.
"...This burden," he eventually tries again, "can be...shared." What is he even offering? He doesn't entirely know. Only that he feels he must offer what he can.
Huaisang makes a soft sound in disagreement at the other taking fault.
Wangji was always doing it even when he didn’t have anything to be blamed
for but perhaps in this they are both to blame. He watches Wangji
carefully, staying tangled up with him and it’s warm and feels... safe? And
the other seems to be relaxing a little more, or is that Huaisang’s
imagination — he just can’t be sure.
What came last had Huaisang truly surprised. He lifted himself up onto one
elbow but not pulling away, not removing his hand from the others body. He
just wants a better look at the others face. Huaisang’s hair is in need of
fixing but he doesn’t mind it.
“You would like us to share our burdens?” Huaisang questions. His fingers
rub idly on his skin as he thinks about it, trying to decipher exactly what
Lan Wangji is getting at. “Are you wanting to continue seeking comfort?”
He ignores the quiet sound - he will always find fault in himself, will always step forward to take blame, even when he doesn't need to. Because taking the easy road is not who Lan Wangji has ever been.
He doesn't move, this time, when Huaisang lifts up a little, though he also doesn't look directly at him. The tips of his ears might be turning a bit pink, but other than that and a very faint line of frustration between brows and lips, they could be talking about anything.
Questions upon questions. Intelligent questions, looking for specifics. Hair in need of fixing, that make his fingers itch to touch, but he holds himself back. Gentle fingers rubbing over his skin. How to answer?
Eventually he nods, just barely. Expecting rejection. "Yes." Just in case just a nod isn't enough this time. In his mind, both questions go hand in hand. And so have the same answer.
Huaisang lets the hand on Lan Wangji’s side drift, caressing over his stomach before dipping lower. Fingertips are feather light as they ghost over the others length and he noses along the others jaw. It’s only for a moment before he raised his head again. His hand had settled on his stomach above his length.
“Would you like to now that we’re sober?”
Huaisang isn’t in a hurry to lose Lan Wangji’s closeness, the warmth of his body right there. And sex... sex is not only a distraction, there’s a comfort in the closeness. Despite the others answer he half thinks he’s offering too much too soon.
“You do not visit all that often,” Huaisang murmurs, the Lans more than most but there were many lonely times in between.
He should pull away. Back out. Guilt weighs at him, and yet...he's already said he would, said he wants the comfort and support Nie Huaisang offers.
And that hand, playing, teasing so lightly - almost not there at all - makes him shiver. The nuzzle of nose against his jaw has his eyes slip briefly closed and his cock to harden at the ghost of a touch over it before settling gently on his stomach.
Wangji feels an odd warmth that even drunk, apparently he'd performed well enough for the other man to...want more. The comment of how rarely he visits finally has him moving - eyes open to settle directly, finally, on Huiasang as decision settles over him. He rolls them until he's pressing the slighter man down, arms on either side of Huaisang to keep him from hurting the other.
But their hips (and cocks) line up and there can be no doubt of his choice. "I have been in seclusion," he answers quietly. "Now I am freer to leave."
Knowing the other is getting hard lowers Huaisang’s nervousness that the
other might still reject him. He lets his lips press where he had been
nosing before until a soft gasp of surprise at Wangji’s sudden movement.
Huaisang felt a wave of more intense arousal as their hips pressed
together, hard cocks.
Huaisang rolls his hips to give them both friction, his breath catching as
he did. He finds a bit of happiness in the other choosing this, in being
wanted by someone like Lan Wangji even if it’s for the comfort he provides.
He reaches up and delicately moves his hand to the back of his neck, as he
was before careful not to even brush his ribbon as he did so.
“I’m glad, I would enjoy seeing you more,” he whispers, pulling his head
down as he lifts up to press his lips against the others, it’s gentle and
yet still manages to be demanding.
The roll of hips against his, the friction, has his breath catch too and a shudder of intense desire slides through him. Wangji shifts, pressing a knee between Huaisang's to encourage them to part.
The answer, the careful fingers over his head and neck, only add to his certainty. Maybe it's still disloyal, but...Wei Ying hasn't answered. Not a single trace has been found. And...he hurts. A pain he's not used to. Yet somehow, Huaisang's company...seems to have helped a little. Not waking alone.
He presses into the demanding kiss with a sudden, low growl, lips parting to encourage a deeper kiss. Only when they need air does he pull back a little, breath unsteady. "Tell me...if I'm...too rough."
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Huaisang is more than happy to part his legs for Wangji, a soft sound
escaping him and it only fuels his desire. His fingers stay curled around
the back of his neck still, holding him close as he parts his lips, the
kiss a tangle of lips, tongues, his teeth nipping at Wangji’s lips before
it breaks.
It helps him to stop thinking about all the loss, the ache still present in
his heart but I’m his mind it was lessened.
“You can be as rough as you want to be. I’m not fragile.”
The demanding kiss has his body thrumming with desire and heat and he rocks his hips down against Huaisang's. Encouraging. The answer has him hum and almost smile. A lighter kiss is pressed to Huaisang's lips before he ducks his head to nip down jaw and throat, hands moving to touch and stroke.
Free reign, but he knows his own strength. And he knows Huaisang isn't as physically strong. But that doesn't negate the other man body had accepted his the night before, and that he wants more.
Fingers drift down to carefully circle the other's entrance, not penetrating yet, only checking to see how much preparation might be needed.
Huaisang tilts his head, giving over easier access to his throat, his skin
tingling under the others touch. It feels good to be touched and Wangji has
very, very nice hands. Hands that could probably break him if the other
decided that was what he wanted to do but Huaisang trusted him and trust is
a difficult thing anymore. His hands begin to roam, spreading his fingers
out over his back, feeling everything that he could, his touch careful for
the time being.
The fingers that tease at the entrance make it contract, a useless attempt
to try and bring them in. He’s still a decent amount open from the night
before, he’d been very thoroughly fucked before they’d both passed out.
“I’m good,” he says with a small smile, shifting his hips to press against
the others fingers.
So generous! He makes sure to lavish attention to the rather lovely neck - Huaisang might have a few telling marks to hide when they're done...But Wangji's not thinking about that. Only the comforting heat that's coming from roaming hands, even though he knows Huaisang will feel the scars of lashes on his back. He doesn't flinch away.
Feeling the slight reaction to questing fingers and the quiet reassurance is enough to earn Huaisang a deep kiss, lips parting to lick at the smaller man's lips for entrance. He reaches blindly for some more oil though, faint memories of it being in the drawer beside the bed give some guidance, and he's quick to slick himself up when he finds it.
But Huaisang gets no more warning before Wangji tugs a leg up and aims to press his cock inside. He tries not to thrust too fast, but...heat and need make it a little bit of a challenge.
Huaisang is pleased when the other doesn't seem to disagree with him and they can move forward. His hands remain on Wangji's back, gentle fingers tracing some of the scars, careful to note any hint of discomfort at it, just in case. He wants this to be good for Wangji, wants him to want to come back for more so that means making sure to stick to thinks that pleases him.
He parts his lips instinctively at the flick of the other's tongue against his own lips. He's filled with the taste of the other again, hungry and affection in there. Because Huaisang had always had a certain affection for Lan Wangji even when the other intimidated him and was so stern all the time. There's not much time between the other grabbing the oil and then Wangji positioning his leg and pressing inside. His cock is...might be the best cock that Huaisang has ever had the pleasure to experience. It fills him and well, Lan Wangji knows just how to use it.
"Don't need to hold back," he mumbles against the other's lips, hips arching an dpressing himself further onto the other's cock.
Gentle enough touches that end up being soothing rather than irritating. A shiver runs through him instead. So when Huaisang's lips part and tongue lick out in answer, Wangji accepts and presses in - licking, tasting, devouring the other man's mouth with a hunger he'd felt the night before.
And the reassurance is the last one he needs, right along with that flex of hips. A snap of his own hips buries the rest of him into his lover's willing body, but he barely gives Huaisang a chance to breath before he starts a rhythm hard and fast. To claim He doesn't make a sound, other than to pant for breath when the need of air ends each kiss and the slap of flesh on flesh.
Maddening heat. Flex of sinfully tight muscles. But enough care for his lover's health to listen for sounds of pain.
Huaisang takes the hungry kiss and it is echoed with just as much on his
end. He holds the other's body close, greedy as he kisses him needily and
at the same time openly giving whatever the other wanted to take from him.
Wangji knew how to kiss, knew how to take and Huaisang knew how to give.
His hands stayed on the other's back, continuing to trace scars but maybe
with not as light of touch as they had started. As the other buries into
him he cries out into the kiss, parting for a moment to gather his breath,
nails having dug into the other's back briefly. Or he'd meant for it to be
brief.
His touch isn't as gentle on the other's back after that, holding tight to
him as he presses into the kiss again hungrily. The other didn't give him a
chance to adjust, a chance to orientate himself and it was amazing, it
pulls him straight into the feeling he searches for so often and so often
can't find. It's easy to lose yourself, your grief when someone is fucking
you like this. Where Wangji might stay quiet, each thrust drew grunts and
moans from Huaisang, muffled by the kiss and sometimes a sharper cry that
was louder as he parted from the other's lips.
It's exactly what he wants from Wangji, what he'd asked for when he'd been
telling him not to hold back, that he's not fragile. Even so the other
doesn't hurt him, even if Huaisang would have been alright to allow him to
some Wangji seems to know when he's starting to because there's always a
shift, always something that stops the pleasure from turning into something
else. "So good," Huaisang pants against the other's mouth.
Feeling the answering hunger soothes and encourages him to keep going. To keep taking. Even when fingers dig into his back, into his scars, he doesn't even pause. It's just a reminder, but one he doesn't mind.
Wangji lets himself sink into the pleasure and comforting heat. Huaisang's willingness and need ease his pain a little more with each thrust, each sound of pleasure that escapes as they move together. Draws him in and away from thoughts that have no end. His lips move down Huaisang's throat again, nipping and marking as his hips continue to move relentlessly.
The compliment earns a small but actual smile, pressed to tender skin. Then he shifts angles, carefully, and adjusts his hold on Huaisang so he can move a hand down, fingers trailing over the other man's length before stroking - slowly, rather than with the same pace as his thrusts. Lightly, rather than hard and claiming.
Huaisang easily tilts his head back to give the other more access to his throat, the other marking him as he kept up the hard pace. The other proves to have a great deal of stamina that Huaisang can admire, that he can enjoy. His draw along the other's back and then to his sides as he arches into the other's hand.
The way he touches him so differently from how he's fucking him drives him crazy from the start. It's a strange difference, one that has him squirming beneath him, aching for more and yet it's all too much at the same time.
And if he went any faster on his length, Huaisang is sure he would be coming way too soon. His lips find his shoulder, kissing before letting his teeth scrape the skin deciding whether to bite or not, to leave his own mark on Wangji's body.
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How he ended up drinking with Nie Huaisang, of all people, he'd blame on the man being an old friend of Wei Ying's. How he ended up sharing the other man's bed...? And waking still thoroughly entwined with the smaller man?
That...he shies to even think on. He tries not to wake Huaisang as he breathes through his intense embarrassment and free himself to begin the day as he usually does.
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Nie Huaisang’s intentions hadn’t been to get Lan Wangji to share his bed, the drinks had loosened tongues, more so Huaisang’s and there had been... something. An ache but more that reverberated as of their grief was harmonizing. He had reached out, a touch to an arm before he gave Lan Wangji an universe kiss. It had been a desperate search for comfort.
And then one thing had led to another and now even though Wangji is doing his best not to wake Huaisang, the other stirs and he fights his hand to the others side, trying to keep the warmth and closeness a while longer.
“Don’t go yet... please.” He knows he might be asking too much.
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Guilt nags at his heart - he should leave. But the plea to stay, the hand on his side...his attempts to untangle limps subside and his gaze flicks away with another breath to try and regain some semblance of calm.
It would be easy to just knock the other out and be done with it. But he feels that would cheapen the comfort given and received.
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Huaisang hadn’t expected Wangji to stop. He had been sure one way or another he would have insisted and Huaisang would be alone in the bed. He loosens his grip on the others side but he doesn’t stop touching him. He hesitantly brushes the fingers of his other hand through his hair, careful not to come close to his ribbon.
“Thank you,” is the quiet murmur, he’s too tired and the weight of grief shared still has him subdued and he thinks the other wouldn’t mind this side of him so he lets the act slide for a while longer or maybe this goes right in step with it Huaisang doesn’t know.
“I hope I eased your burden as you eased mine even if but a little,” he drops his hand away from the others hair. “But I do feel I somehow took advantage of your intoxicated state. He knew how it went with Lan Wangji and alcohol.
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And the murmur, the tone, in the expression of gratitude help justify his inaction. Wangji feels utterly inadequate in giving comfort. But it seems...what he's done...has helped a little? Oddly enough it helps ease some of the tension from his body, making curling against him a little more comfortable rather than stiff and uncomfortable.
The hope has him think about it, expression revealing just a little bit of his pensive thoughts rather than strictly inscrutable. "My fault," taking the blame entirely upon himself, though he keeps his voice equally quiet. "No need to claim blame for - " he cuts himself off with an almost frustrated breath. How to admit he'd planned to drink himself stupid again? Alone. Again.
"...This burden," he eventually tries again, "can be...shared." What is he even offering? He doesn't entirely know. Only that he feels he must offer what he can.
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Huaisang makes a soft sound in disagreement at the other taking fault. Wangji was always doing it even when he didn’t have anything to be blamed for but perhaps in this they are both to blame. He watches Wangji carefully, staying tangled up with him and it’s warm and feels... safe? And the other seems to be relaxing a little more, or is that Huaisang’s imagination — he just can’t be sure.
What came last had Huaisang truly surprised. He lifted himself up onto one elbow but not pulling away, not removing his hand from the others body. He just wants a better look at the others face. Huaisang’s hair is in need of fixing but he doesn’t mind it.
“You would like us to share our burdens?” Huaisang questions. His fingers rub idly on his skin as he thinks about it, trying to decipher exactly what Lan Wangji is getting at. “Are you wanting to continue seeking comfort?”
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He doesn't move, this time, when Huaisang lifts up a little, though he also doesn't look directly at him. The tips of his ears might be turning a bit pink, but other than that and a very faint line of frustration between brows and lips, they could be talking about anything.
Questions upon questions. Intelligent questions, looking for specifics. Hair in need of fixing, that make his fingers itch to touch, but he holds himself back. Gentle fingers rubbing over his skin. How to answer?
Eventually he nods, just barely. Expecting rejection. "Yes." Just in case just a nod isn't enough this time. In his mind, both questions go hand in hand. And so have the same answer.
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“Would you like to now that we’re sober?”
Huaisang isn’t in a hurry to lose Lan Wangji’s closeness, the warmth of his body right there. And sex... sex is not only a distraction, there’s a comfort in the closeness. Despite the others answer he half thinks he’s offering too much too soon.
“You do not visit all that often,” Huaisang murmurs, the Lans more than most but there were many lonely times in between.
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And that hand, playing, teasing so lightly - almost not there at all - makes him shiver. The nuzzle of nose against his jaw has his eyes slip briefly closed and his cock to harden at the ghost of a touch over it before settling gently on his stomach.
Wangji feels an odd warmth that even drunk, apparently he'd performed well enough for the other man to...want more. The comment of how rarely he visits finally has him moving - eyes open to settle directly, finally, on Huiasang as decision settles over him. He rolls them until he's pressing the slighter man down, arms on either side of Huaisang to keep him from hurting the other.
But their hips (and cocks) line up and there can be no doubt of his choice. "I have been in seclusion," he answers quietly. "Now I am freer to leave."
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Knowing the other is getting hard lowers Huaisang’s nervousness that the other might still reject him. He lets his lips press where he had been nosing before until a soft gasp of surprise at Wangji’s sudden movement. Huaisang felt a wave of more intense arousal as their hips pressed together, hard cocks.
Huaisang rolls his hips to give them both friction, his breath catching as he did. He finds a bit of happiness in the other choosing this, in being wanted by someone like Lan Wangji even if it’s for the comfort he provides. He reaches up and delicately moves his hand to the back of his neck, as he was before careful not to even brush his ribbon as he did so.
“I’m glad, I would enjoy seeing you more,” he whispers, pulling his head down as he lifts up to press his lips against the others, it’s gentle and yet still manages to be demanding.
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The answer, the careful fingers over his head and neck, only add to his certainty. Maybe it's still disloyal, but...Wei Ying hasn't answered. Not a single trace has been found. And...he hurts. A pain he's not used to. Yet somehow, Huaisang's company...seems to have helped a little. Not waking alone.
He presses into the demanding kiss with a sudden, low growl, lips parting to encourage a deeper kiss. Only when they need air does he pull back a little, breath unsteady. "Tell me...if I'm...too rough."
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Huaisang is more than happy to part his legs for Wangji, a soft sound escaping him and it only fuels his desire. His fingers stay curled around the back of his neck still, holding him close as he parts his lips, the kiss a tangle of lips, tongues, his teeth nipping at Wangji’s lips before it breaks.
It helps him to stop thinking about all the loss, the ache still present in his heart but I’m his mind it was lessened.
“You can be as rough as you want to be. I’m not fragile.”
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Free reign, but he knows his own strength. And he knows Huaisang isn't as physically strong. But that doesn't negate the other man body had accepted his the night before, and that he wants more.
Fingers drift down to carefully circle the other's entrance, not penetrating yet, only checking to see how much preparation might be needed.
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Huaisang tilts his head, giving over easier access to his throat, his skin tingling under the others touch. It feels good to be touched and Wangji has very, very nice hands. Hands that could probably break him if the other decided that was what he wanted to do but Huaisang trusted him and trust is a difficult thing anymore. His hands begin to roam, spreading his fingers out over his back, feeling everything that he could, his touch careful for the time being.
The fingers that tease at the entrance make it contract, a useless attempt to try and bring them in. He’s still a decent amount open from the night before, he’d been very thoroughly fucked before they’d both passed out.
“I’m good,” he says with a small smile, shifting his hips to press against the others fingers.
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Feeling the slight reaction to questing fingers and the quiet reassurance is enough to earn Huaisang a deep kiss, lips parting to lick at the smaller man's lips for entrance. He reaches blindly for some more oil though, faint memories of it being in the drawer beside the bed give some guidance, and he's quick to slick himself up when he finds it.
But Huaisang gets no more warning before Wangji tugs a leg up and aims to press his cock inside. He tries not to thrust too fast, but...heat and need make it a little bit of a challenge.
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He parts his lips instinctively at the flick of the other's tongue against his own lips. He's filled with the taste of the other again, hungry and affection in there. Because Huaisang had always had a certain affection for Lan Wangji even when the other intimidated him and was so stern all the time. There's not much time between the other grabbing the oil and then Wangji positioning his leg and pressing inside. His cock is...might be the best cock that Huaisang has ever had the pleasure to experience. It fills him and well, Lan Wangji knows just how to use it.
"Don't need to hold back," he mumbles against the other's lips, hips arching an dpressing himself further onto the other's cock.
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And the reassurance is the last one he needs, right along with that flex of hips. A snap of his own hips buries the rest of him into his lover's willing body, but he barely gives Huaisang a chance to breath before he starts a rhythm hard and fast. To claim He doesn't make a sound, other than to pant for breath when the need of air ends each kiss and the slap of flesh on flesh.
Maddening heat. Flex of sinfully tight muscles. But enough care for his lover's health to listen for sounds of pain.
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Huaisang takes the hungry kiss and it is echoed with just as much on his end. He holds the other's body close, greedy as he kisses him needily and at the same time openly giving whatever the other wanted to take from him. Wangji knew how to kiss, knew how to take and Huaisang knew how to give. His hands stayed on the other's back, continuing to trace scars but maybe with not as light of touch as they had started. As the other buries into him he cries out into the kiss, parting for a moment to gather his breath, nails having dug into the other's back briefly. Or he'd meant for it to be brief.
His touch isn't as gentle on the other's back after that, holding tight to him as he presses into the kiss again hungrily. The other didn't give him a chance to adjust, a chance to orientate himself and it was amazing, it pulls him straight into the feeling he searches for so often and so often can't find. It's easy to lose yourself, your grief when someone is fucking you like this. Where Wangji might stay quiet, each thrust drew grunts and moans from Huaisang, muffled by the kiss and sometimes a sharper cry that was louder as he parted from the other's lips.
It's exactly what he wants from Wangji, what he'd asked for when he'd been telling him not to hold back, that he's not fragile. Even so the other doesn't hurt him, even if Huaisang would have been alright to allow him to some Wangji seems to know when he's starting to because there's always a shift, always something that stops the pleasure from turning into something else. "So good," Huaisang pants against the other's mouth.
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Wangji lets himself sink into the pleasure and comforting heat. Huaisang's willingness and need ease his pain a little more with each thrust, each sound of pleasure that escapes as they move together. Draws him in and away from thoughts that have no end. His lips move down Huaisang's throat again, nipping and marking as his hips continue to move relentlessly.
The compliment earns a small but actual smile, pressed to tender skin. Then he shifts angles, carefully, and adjusts his hold on Huaisang so he can move a hand down, fingers trailing over the other man's length before stroking - slowly, rather than with the same pace as his thrusts. Lightly, rather than hard and claiming.
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The way he touches him so differently from how he's fucking him drives him crazy from the start. It's a strange difference, one that has him squirming beneath him, aching for more and yet it's all too much at the same time.
And if he went any faster on his length, Huaisang is sure he would be coming way too soon. His lips find his shoulder, kissing before letting his teeth scrape the skin deciding whether to bite or not, to leave his own mark on Wangji's body.