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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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.