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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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.