[There are choices? He's been given a choice? His breathing's rough and he feels hot and he's steadily moving the shift of Huaisang's hips with his own. It's not like he doesn't know what he's offering but he still thinks it's going to sound like he doesn't know. Anyone with half a brain would have already been loosening their pants for Huaisang, he's certain of it! Why does he always have to be so difficult?]
I..I ..maybe? Not yet. But I like this.
[The kisses, the weight of Huaisang against him. He does like it and he takes hold of Huaisang's hips to grind deeply against him, dropping his head in the process for another kiss as a low groan bubbles forth. ]
xD No worries on my musebox nsfw tends to be the norm <3
[ It's not a no and that's good at least. Huaisang doesn't know exactly what the rules are, where the lines are drawn with Jiang Cheng. He just knows that he wants and the other makes him feel wanted and appreciated. The fact that the other's grab onto his hips and they grind together, is reassuring and it feels so damn good and he doesn't hold back the moan it draws from him.
His head tilts up as he lifts up into the kiss him deeply and hungrily. ]
[He relaxes back into it, slowly realizing that he's inching up that dress. Another part of him is in shock that this is actually working and if he doesn't find a more supportive structure, he was going to be on the floor in a minute.]
We should--
[ Fuck it. He balances a bit and reaches down behind Huaisang's thighs to prepare to lift him up. The couch wasn't far. He could make it without tripping or tumbling them to the floor or across the coffee table. Maybe. Hopefully, he had enough blood to work with, still. ]
[ Huaisang is very aware of the other inching up the dress, the sensation is one that's sensual and makes him want Jiang Cheng more. ]
Mm...
[ Huaisang hums in acknowledgement but before he can think to say anything or make a move first, the other's hands are shifting and it's a quick realization the other's going to lift him up. Huaisang grins and wraps his arms tightly around the other's neck lifting himself up some to assist the other in the process, though his head tilts so he can press kisses to the side of the other's neck at the same time. ]
[The word's punched out of him when the unexpected kisses attack him. He very nearly drops Huaisang in the process but perseveres, making a bumbling way towards the couch. He's not expecting how good it feels to have Huaisang's legs wrapped around him or how with every step there's a grind of heat against his crotch. All but dumping Huaisang on the couch, he follows after, groaning at how well they fit together as his mouth teases at the other's jawline. ]
Huaisang is holding tight so he could have kept himself from getting hurt if they other had dropped him but as it was he's able to wrap his legs around the other's waist just the movements of them making their way to the couch is delicious and tantalizing.
He laughs when he's dropped onto the couch, looking up at Jiang Cheng and he keeps his legs apart so the other could slip between them as he follows him. He rocks his hips upward to get more friction, the dress riding up quite a bit. His head tilts to to the side, encouraging the other's mouth to explore him. Fingers pull at his shirt again, now deciding to work on getting the other to pull it off he pushes it up, hands pressing flat over his chest enjoying the muscles beneath them.
The laugh has Cheng's lips curling up into a smirk as he joins the other on the couch, kneeling between parted thighs. The sudden touch under his shirt felt like electricity on his skin and Cheng wasn't even aware of the way it darkened his expression. All he knew was the novel sensation of blood rushing in his ears and other places. With an easy, careless-looking stretch, he reaches behind to pull the shirt off his back in one smooth motion, tossing the garment off to the side somewhere.
It's more than others have seen him lately, after the accident. The scars of impalement are still pinkish looking and puckered, the only proof that he'd been impaled and sacrificed a kidney for survival. he still tries to ignore that patch of nerve-deadened skin. The best way he can distract himself is by focusing on the beauty before him. The dress is hiked up enough to show if the stockings are held by garters, the secret scrap of lace between them, the folds of dress bunching at his waist. Cheng's fingers creep under the hem, dragging his fingers slowly against silk and then skin.
Huaisang watches as the other takes his shirt off and he smiles at the sight. He doesn't draw his hands away from touching him, feeling the taunt muscles and upward to strong shoulders. He enjoys being able to see the other this way, even with scars he's very handsome, maybe even more handsome because of it. Huaisang feels more sexy than usual like this, dress pushed up exposing the garters and he squirms at the other's touch.
"Which part do you mean specifically," Huaisang teases him.
With a small growl, he grinds down against the other as punishment for teasing. The sound quickly bleeds into a moan as the wonderful sensation catches him off guard. Trying to analyze what he was feeling and why it was like that wasn't working well so he drops his head for a kiss. It's sloppy in his eagerness and he tries not the think about that too much. If he thinks about it, then he'll go on with the convoluted road of imperfect and 'doing it wrong' because it's really not a clean kiss at all. There's spit and his tongue wants nothing more than to lick the inside of Huaisang's mouth, to find out what he drank last, possibly.
Cheng comes up for air later. When later, he has no clue. All that he knows is that slightly dizzy feeling is making his head swim and his hand is splayed over Huaisang's thigh, inching the dress up farther. "How do I get this dress off." He sounds like he's swallowed water the wrong with with how deep and husky the tone is. He can only hide the flush by dropping his lips to the other's throat, hiding for a moment. "How do I get you off?"
Because he's still not convinced that something isn't going to go sideways and wrong, and that something would definitely happen on his side of things.
Huaisang moans as the other grinds down against him and it's not much of a punishment in his mind since it feels amazing. He leans into the kiss, just as sloppy and eager and hungry. His hand came up to bury in the other's hair keeping him close so they kiss lasted. He's breathless when they part and his eyes only half open as he looks at the other. His voice sends a wave of arousal right to his groin and he can't help but shiver some as he pushes himself up long enough so he can unzip the back of his dress, pushing the top part down and just letting it bunch around his waist. He wrapped his legs tightly around the other to keep him close. "Don't need it all the way off right now."
He arches, rolling his hips into Jiang Cheng, biting his lip.
"Just touch me," he says, leaning up and pulling the other down into another kiss. "Everything you're doing feels so good," he whispers, just in case the other needed some encouragement.
Okay, yes, this was good. Better than good, actually. But how good was a zipper seam up against lace? He pulls up to his knees for a moment, shucking his jeans down with a grunt, just enough to get the metal bits out of the way. And he avidly ignores how not dressed he was for this occasion. Cotton boxer briefs. Not sexy at all. Compared to Huaisang, he is so far out of this league--
Stop it.
He needed to stop getting lost in his head! Biting at his own lip, he looks down, brows furrowing once before they smooth out. Cheng's fingers move to pluck at a nipple, then rolls it with a sharp tug, just to see what reaction would come from it. On the next breath, his hand moves to grip Huaisang's hip and he grinds down again, cursing softly when he can't keep upright and nearly collapses on top, catching himself with his other hand. The warmth and firmness have him twitching and the twitch smooths back out into a steady roll, his nerves lighting up as he grinds and rubs.
Huaisang waits -- not quite patiently -- as the other deals with his jeans. It feels like it takes an eternity but Huaisang knows it's not so long. It doesn't matter to him what Jiang Cheng is wearing, he's honestly more interested in what's underneath his clothes.
Nimble fingers brush through Jiang Cheng's hair as Huaisang takes in his expression. He wants to make him realize it's okay, that he's wanted. He's even about to say something but then Jiang Cheng's fingers start to tease at the sensitive nub. Huaisang's back arches and he releases a sharp cry of pleasure. His hips rise and more into the other's chasing pleasure and friction, chasing making Jiang Cheng forget everything but their bodies for a while.
"That feels so good, A-Cheng. Don't stop," he says breathily, rocking hips upward as he does.
It does feel good. The way Huaisang's hips roll up against him, how he can see his eyes glaze over. Cheng keeps his grip on the other's hip and his fingers still on that nipple as he feels his lips go slack and his jaw clench.
"Shit--"
He can hear their breathing--like they've been running. Huaisang does not run. Cheng pauses just a bit so he could adjust and get closer. Turns out he likes this position and how it slots them together better. Rocking again, his moan is released with a lungful of air before he drops his head to teeth along Huaisang's jaw and to his mouth.
Jiang Cheng for all his insecurities and what not is doing such a good job
of unraveling Nie Huaisang. Huaisang aches with the way the other holds his
hip, his nipple so sensitive to the touch and Jiang Cheng simply looks
beautiful and It makes Huaisang want more. He’s panting as his hands
move lower to the other’s underwear, wanting to work his cock out into the
open to see and touch and rub against himself. There’s a shudder as teeth
scrape along his jaw, head tilting back and he smiles when the other makes
it to his mouth.
“A-Cheng,” he breathes out, finally freeing the other’s length and
immediately wrapping his fingers around it to give it a stroke before his
hand goes to the other’s side letting their hips grind together again. He
kisses him, lips parted and tongue eager to taste and explore.
Cheng can't help but cry out at the feeling of another hand on his cock. His movements stutter and he tries to anchor himself by sucking on Huaisang's skin. The moment is fleeting and he pants, meeting up with Huaisang's mouth in a heated kiss.
He keeps rutting like it's his life's mission, not really aware of how effective it was to shut his brain down. Cheng doesn't want it to stop as the tension starts to build, making his kisses messy and loose again while his hands grip the other's hips to keep him close.
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18+ oop
I..I ..maybe? Not yet. But I like this.
[The kisses, the weight of Huaisang against him. He does like it and he takes hold of Huaisang's hips to grind deeply against him, dropping his head in the process for another kiss as a low groan bubbles forth. ]
xD No worries on my musebox nsfw tends to be the norm <3
His head tilts up as he lifts up into the kiss him deeply and hungrily. ]
YAY. as all good museboxes should
We should--
[ Fuck it. He balances a bit and reaches down behind Huaisang's thighs to prepare to lift him up. The couch wasn't far. He could make it without tripping or tumbling them to the floor or across the coffee table. Maybe. Hopefully, he had enough blood to work with, still. ]
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Mm...
[ Huaisang hums in acknowledgement but before he can think to say anything or make a move first, the other's hands are shifting and it's a quick realization the other's going to lift him up. Huaisang grins and wraps his arms tightly around the other's neck lifting himself up some to assist the other in the process, though his head tilts so he can press kisses to the side of the other's neck at the same time. ]
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[The word's punched out of him when the unexpected kisses attack him. He very nearly drops Huaisang in the process but perseveres, making a bumbling way towards the couch. He's not expecting how good it feels to have Huaisang's legs wrapped around him or how with every step there's a grind of heat against his crotch. All but dumping Huaisang on the couch, he follows after, groaning at how well they fit together as his mouth teases at the other's jawline. ]
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He laughs when he's dropped onto the couch, looking up at Jiang Cheng and he keeps his legs apart so the other could slip between them as he follows him. He rocks his hips upward to get more friction, the dress riding up quite a bit. His head tilts to to the side, encouraging the other's mouth to explore him. Fingers pull at his shirt again, now deciding to work on getting the other to pull it off he pushes it up, hands pressing flat over his chest enjoying the muscles beneath them.
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It's more than others have seen him lately, after the accident. The scars of impalement are still pinkish looking and puckered, the only proof that he'd been impaled and sacrificed a kidney for survival. he still tries to ignore that patch of nerve-deadened skin. The best way he can distract himself is by focusing on the beauty before him. The dress is hiked up enough to show if the stockings are held by garters, the secret scrap of lace between them, the folds of dress bunching at his waist. Cheng's fingers creep under the hem, dragging his fingers slowly against silk and then skin.
"How does this come off?"
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"Which part do you mean specifically," Huaisang teases him.
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Cheng comes up for air later. When later, he has no clue. All that he knows is that slightly dizzy feeling is making his head swim and his hand is splayed over Huaisang's thigh, inching the dress up farther. "How do I get this dress off." He sounds like he's swallowed water the wrong with with how deep and husky the tone is. He can only hide the flush by dropping his lips to the other's throat, hiding for a moment. "How do I get you off?"
Because he's still not convinced that something isn't going to go sideways and wrong, and that something would definitely happen on his side of things.
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He arches, rolling his hips into Jiang Cheng, biting his lip.
"Just touch me," he says, leaning up and pulling the other down into another kiss. "Everything you're doing feels so good," he whispers, just in case the other needed some encouragement.
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Okay, yes, this was good. Better than good, actually. But how good was a zipper seam up against lace? He pulls up to his knees for a moment, shucking his jeans down with a grunt, just enough to get the metal bits out of the way. And he avidly ignores how not dressed he was for this occasion. Cotton boxer briefs. Not sexy at all. Compared to Huaisang, he is so far out of this league--
Stop it.
He needed to stop getting lost in his head! Biting at his own lip, he looks down, brows furrowing once before they smooth out. Cheng's fingers move to pluck at a nipple, then rolls it with a sharp tug, just to see what reaction would come from it. On the next breath, his hand moves to grip Huaisang's hip and he grinds down again, cursing softly when he can't keep upright and nearly collapses on top, catching himself with his other hand. The warmth and firmness have him twitching and the twitch smooths back out into a steady roll, his nerves lighting up as he grinds and rubs.
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Nimble fingers brush through Jiang Cheng's hair as Huaisang takes in his expression. He wants to make him realize it's okay, that he's wanted. He's even about to say something but then Jiang Cheng's fingers start to tease at the sensitive nub. Huaisang's back arches and he releases a sharp cry of pleasure. His hips rise and more into the other's chasing pleasure and friction, chasing making Jiang Cheng forget everything but their bodies for a while.
"That feels so good, A-Cheng. Don't stop," he says breathily, rocking hips upward as he does.
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"Shit--"
He can hear their breathing--like they've been running. Huaisang does not run. Cheng pauses just a bit so he could adjust and get closer. Turns out he likes this position and how it slots them together better. Rocking again, his moan is released with a lungful of air before he drops his head to teeth along Huaisang's jaw and to his mouth.
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Jiang Cheng for all his insecurities and what not is doing such a good job of unraveling Nie Huaisang. Huaisang aches with the way the other holds his hip, his nipple so sensitive to the touch and Jiang Cheng simply looks beautiful and It makes Huaisang want more. He’s panting as his hands move lower to the other’s underwear, wanting to work his cock out into the open to see and touch and rub against himself. There’s a shudder as teeth scrape along his jaw, head tilting back and he smiles when the other makes it to his mouth.
“A-Cheng,” he breathes out, finally freeing the other’s length and immediately wrapping his fingers around it to give it a stroke before his hand goes to the other’s side letting their hips grind together again. He kisses him, lips parted and tongue eager to taste and explore.
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He keeps rutting like it's his life's mission, not really aware of how effective it was to shut his brain down. Cheng doesn't want it to stop as the tension starts to build, making his kisses messy and loose again while his hands grip the other's hips to keep him close.