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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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.