[ the way that Xingchen says his name, over and over, is a balm of sorts, something that soothes the sharp need to claim in him. it is his name that is on Xingchen's tongue, no one else's, his marks that dotted Xingchen's skin (blooming things or red and soon purple, blossoms that told a story about just how much Xingchen was desired, but the marks never made their way up Xingchen's neck, never dotted the lines of his throat the way many would expect). Xue Yang kisses him until he can't breathe, until his lungs are bursting and he has to move.
not that he stops. his mouth simply moves lower, finds himself between Xingchen's thighs easily. sucks bruises into his hips while he lets his fingers curl wickedly around Xingchen. he was asked to take him apart, was asked to make him forget whatever shadows were lingering in his boyfriends mind, so that was what he was going to do. with teasing touches that still left an impression, with his sharp mouth against soft skin and low noises of encouragement.
there are times when Xue Yang is a hurricane of touch and pressure and pleasure, sweeping in and destroying everything in Xingchen that tries to stand against him. times when he is sharp and unrelenting and overpowering, drowning Xingchen to the point where he cannot breathe, cannot know anything outside of Xue Yang.
this is not one of those times. this time, he is steady tide, is the undertow just waiting for the moment to pull Xingchen under. works slow and steady, but still sharp, to lull him into the pleasure that comes from his lips and fingers. works Xingchen until he is trembling and there are pinpricks of tears gathering in his eyes before he presses into him slow and steady. lingers over him, around him, in him, lips pressed to his jaw as he reminds himself how to breathe. but then he is moving, steady and powerful and consuming.
it is a test of his own patience, his own will, as much as it is of how much Xingchen will stand. but he is nothing if not stubborn, wants to see Xingchen break in a far different way that he remembers from before. wants to see Xingchen shake apart and shatter, so that he can be the one to put him together again. fill in the fissures and cracks and--]
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Date: 2020-01-28 04:42 pm (UTC)not that he stops. his mouth simply moves lower, finds himself between Xingchen's thighs easily. sucks bruises into his hips while he lets his fingers curl wickedly around Xingchen. he was asked to take him apart, was asked to make him forget whatever shadows were lingering in his boyfriends mind, so that was what he was going to do. with teasing touches that still left an impression, with his sharp mouth against soft skin and low noises of encouragement.
there are times when Xue Yang is a hurricane of touch and pressure and pleasure, sweeping in and destroying everything in Xingchen that tries to stand against him. times when he is sharp and unrelenting and overpowering, drowning Xingchen to the point where he cannot breathe, cannot know anything outside of Xue Yang.
this is not one of those times. this time, he is steady tide, is the undertow just waiting for the moment to pull Xingchen under. works slow and steady, but still sharp, to lull him into the pleasure that comes from his lips and fingers. works Xingchen until he is trembling and there are pinpricks of tears gathering in his eyes before he presses into him slow and steady. lingers over him, around him, in him, lips pressed to his jaw as he reminds himself how to breathe. but then he is moving, steady and powerful and consuming.
it is a test of his own patience, his own will, as much as it is of how much Xingchen will stand. but he is nothing if not stubborn, wants to see Xingchen break in a far different way that he remembers from before. wants to see Xingchen shake apart and shatter, so that he can be the one to put him together again. fill in the fissures and cracks and--]
Xingchen...