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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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.