He takes pity after a few moments. After all, Jingyi had taken so much already. Winding one arm around the younger man's waist, his free hand wrapped around the hard, frustrated-looking cock. "You gunna come for me?" he growled softly, stroking slowly at first, but making certain that it was unmistakable that he wasn't teasing anymore.
Cheng was worked up even if it didn't seem like it. His pulse was ringing in his ears as he graveled out words of encouragement, adding to the fantasy of someone opening the door and witnessing them. How he wouldn't stop even if the sect leader himself walked in on them, not until Jingyi was spilling his load over Cheng's hand. And it was a description that was making him swell his need, teetering on that edge as he waited for the other's release to drag him over.
Jingyi tenses at first, as the other’s hand wraps around his cock — he’s
painfully hard, aching for release. “Yes, yes,” he whimpers, his hips
bucking into the other’s touch even as he tries to stay still. Even if the
stroking is slow, it still is powerful for Jingyi. He clings to the older
man, feeling his orgasm coming and quickly he’s coming, shouting the
other’s name as he does. As the pleasure runs over him his passage tightens
and spasms around Jiang Cheng’s cock. He drags his nails into Jiang
Cheng’s shoulder’s, dragging down .
Cheng gasps and then groans as Jingyi drags him over the edge, dropping his forehead to rest on the other's shoulder while his body seeks deeper into the younger man. As the rush starts to settle, he slides his arm around Jingyi's waist, holding him close.
"Feel okay?" were the first words he whispered, the urgency to move non-existant.
Jingyi is feeling like jelly in all of his limbs as he leans heavily onto
Jiang Cheng as the other holds him close. He smiles as he nuzzles at him,
biting lightly at bare skin. "I'm okay, yeah."
He waits a moment more, just to be selfish enough to indulge in the hold before he slowly and carefully moved Jingyi, setting him gently on the bed and placing a small kiss on his sweaty brow before unwinding the ribbon to fold gently and set on the side table before getting the necessary items to clean the other up with.
When he returns, he also has a soothing balm to help soothe the red of Jingyi's ass. "You liked that?" It was more a statement than a question.
Jingyi doesn't mind it, the other being selfish. He wants to be close to Jiang Cheng especially after that sort of experience. It had been very intense after all. It's thoroughly enjoyed but still intense. He's still breathing unevenly as the other sets the ribbon aside. He waits patiently for Jiang Cheng to come back, biting his lip and trying not to move too much.
He turns his head to watch the other with the balm, a small smirk on his lips.
Cheng's fingers were completely different from a short time before. They're soft and gentle, soothing the balm on as he hums. "I did too," he admits with a quiet murmur, satisfied that Jingyi is taken care of. "You were so good. Took it all so well." Once everything is set aside, he crawls in and settles up against the other, exhaling a soft breath.
"Your marks are so lovely," he cooes, finger combing Jingyi's hair.
Jingyi flinches a few times at the most tender spots no matter how gentle the other is being. His ass is going to hurt for a while but he's more than okay with that. What makes it all the better is being praised, warmth spreading from head to toe as he basks in it. He leans toward the other and the exhaustion is catching up -- the fingers in his hair not helping as relaxes further, stifling a yawn as he cuddles his lover.
"I'll always take whatever marks you want to give me but I'm gonna mark you up too!"
"I would hope so," he murmurs softly with a fond smile. "I look forward to it, A-Yi. Sleep. I'll watch your dreams."
Cheng's tired too, but he takes his guardianship seriously. He won't rest until Jingyi is fast asleep. Until then, he keeps petting the other's hair, enjoying how the strands feel between his fingers.
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Cheng was worked up even if it didn't seem like it. His pulse was ringing in his ears as he graveled out words of encouragement, adding to the fantasy of someone opening the door and witnessing them. How he wouldn't stop even if the sect leader himself walked in on them, not until Jingyi was spilling his load over Cheng's hand. And it was a description that was making him swell his need, teetering on that edge as he waited for the other's release to drag him over.
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Jingyi tenses at first, as the other’s hand wraps around his cock — he’s painfully hard, aching for release. “Yes, yes,” he whimpers, his hips bucking into the other’s touch even as he tries to stay still. Even if the stroking is slow, it still is powerful for Jingyi. He clings to the older man, feeling his orgasm coming and quickly he’s coming, shouting the other’s name as he does. As the pleasure runs over him his passage tightens and spasms around Jiang Cheng’s cock. He drags his nails into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder’s, dragging down .
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"Feel okay?" were the first words he whispered, the urgency to move non-existant.
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Jingyi is feeling like jelly in all of his limbs as he leans heavily onto Jiang Cheng as the other holds him close. He smiles as he nuzzles at him, biting lightly at bare skin. "I'm okay, yeah."
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When he returns, he also has a soothing balm to help soothe the red of Jingyi's ass. "You liked that?" It was more a statement than a question.
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He turns his head to watch the other with the balm, a small smirk on his lips.
"I really liked that.
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"Your marks are so lovely," he cooes, finger combing Jingyi's hair.
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"I'll always take whatever marks you want to give me but I'm gonna mark you up too!"
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Cheng's tired too, but he takes his guardianship seriously. He won't rest until Jingyi is fast asleep. Until then, he keeps petting the other's hair, enjoying how the strands feel between his fingers.