[he always thought that it was out of consideration that xue yang didn't mark his neck. clothes could hide everything else, even when xue yang let his mouth run wild. the way he is tonight. xingchen looks down to watch him, lashes at half mast, breath exhaled in soft little pants. he's aching from the time and care that xue yang is taking with him, feeling crazy from it, but it's exactly what he needed. nights when his boyfriend is more like a force of nature, when there's something akin to a fear inside of him that needs to reassured by xingchen's body have always been a thing. and xingchen, delicate though he make look and gentle though he may be, has always been able to handle it. he feels like he lives to ground that wildness inside of him, and prove that he's not going anywhere.
maybe that's why he feels like he's going crazy under such tenderness now. xue yang teases him with his mouth and fingers. every time he looks up at him with ravenous eyes under too-pretty lashes, xingchen has to bite back a sob. bite back a plead. he throws his forearm over his eyes and throws himself into darkness, trusting xue yang to take care of him.
it feels like a lifetime before he finally pushes into him, and all he pleasured torture is suddenly worth it. xingchen cries out, one hand gripping the sheets as he rocks into him while his other arm curls around xue yang. he buries his fingers in his hair, bringing his head up enough to kiss him and put a taste and heat to that name. every thrusts drives him closer to the edge, but xingchen denies himself until he's shaking like a leaf in that hurricane. until the branch finally breaks. xingchen cries out and curls around xue yang, tightens around him to keep every inch and every drop out of sheer need.]
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maybe that's why he feels like he's going crazy under such tenderness now. xue yang teases him with his mouth and fingers. every time he looks up at him with ravenous eyes under too-pretty lashes, xingchen has to bite back a sob. bite back a plead. he throws his forearm over his eyes and throws himself into darkness, trusting xue yang to take care of him.
it feels like a lifetime before he finally pushes into him, and all he pleasured torture is suddenly worth it. xingchen cries out, one hand gripping the sheets as he rocks into him while his other arm curls around xue yang. he buries his fingers in his hair, bringing his head up enough to kiss him and put a taste and heat to that name. every thrusts drives him closer to the edge, but xingchen denies himself until he's shaking like a leaf in that hurricane. until the branch finally breaks. xingchen cries out and curls around xue yang, tightens around him to keep every inch and every drop out of sheer need.]