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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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.