Lan Xichen's laugh is rarely heard -- a pity, when it is so very beautiful -- and between that and the thrilling kiss his husband bestows, Shen Yuan nearly forgets to be embarrassed when his husband makes his request.
Undressed...he's going to be undressed in front of his husband for the very first time! (No, that time in the woods doesn't count. He really had slipped on some leaves, er-ge! And Xichen had been trying to catch him when he accidentally tore one of his sleeves right off his shoulder, not -- oh, never mind.)
"Y-yes," he gasps, and closes his eyes so that, knowing himself, he won't get embarrassed and try to pull away or cover himself too soon. He wants this, oh so very much...Habit is just a hard mistress to disobey!
He tries not to think about it. When the sleeve had torn, they'd both looked mortified, and then had to sneak around like a pair of naughty teenagers to get Shen Yuan a change of clothes without anyone being the wiser, lest assumptions be made about their little strolls together and their families insisted on chaperones.
Things had been lax thanks to Xichen's peerless reputation and Shen Yuan's noted shyness. It allowed them ample time to get to know one another without an awkward third wheel hanging about, and left them comfortable in each other's company. Xichen was, of course, smitten at first glance, but it was nice knowing even without the betrothal, they had that foundation. He didn't just love Shen Yuan, he didn't just find him physically attractive, he also just enjoyed being in his company.
He begins slowly, removing the veil and the many pins and ornaments in their hair. His scalp was starting to ache and he had only worn a crown that was more ornate than his usual fair. He didn't want to think how the elaborate up-do was feeling for Shen Yuan. It couldn't be comfortable.
Belts and ties followed shortly, each layer committed to memory and then peeled away and set aside to be folded in the morning. He would paint Shen Yuan in his wedding garments, he knew this already, but he did not want to ignore a single detail.
When he is able to feel Shen Yuan's warm skin through the countless layers, his breath quickens, his cock fills, and he leans forward to kiss and suck along his beloved's perfect neck.
It is a while before they are down to their innermost robes. He has never been more glad of his foresight to skip the other half-dozen rituals before consummation, or dawn would be breaking before they ever got started.
"A-Yuan," he says, taking his hand and guiding him to bed. "My husband is so lovely. I think I could marry you a hundred times."
Although his eyes remind closed, Shen Yuan smiles and lets out a relieved sigh as his hair is taken down from the complicated style his er-ge and a hired hairdresser from Caiyi Town had put it into hours upon aching hours ago. He shakes his head slightly, letting his hair fall down around his shoulders -- and smiles more at the faint hitch of breath he hears from Lan Xichen, clearly affected by the sight. He steals a peek at Lan Xichen through his eyelashes as his husband begins to gently, lovingly strip him, making Shen Yuan tremble with a feeling that was entirely unlike a chill.
No, it certainly isn't the cool mountain air that makes Shen Yuan press close to Lan Xichen as they lie down together, shyly hiding his face in his husband's shoulder even as his arms boldly slide around Lan Xichen's torso in a needy embrace. "My husband is very handsome too," he says lowly, and in token of his posture adds, "This humble A-Yuan would be overcome if he looked at him too long in this state." His own state or Lan Xichen's? The answer to that is definitely 'yes.'
"Husband..." he sighs, hyper aware of the heat of Lan Xichen's body passing into his through their thin inner robes, their legs pressed up against each other, his own arousal only just barely covered by the red silk. "Kiss me again?" he entreats, squirming even closer as best he can to put his face within kissing range.
The robes have been set aside (he'll carefully fold them in the morning) and he's down to his innermost attire, a state of undress only his most immediate family has ever seen him in, and even then he'd still been a child at the time. This is for his husband's eyes only, and as they curl into each other's warmth, he lets his gaze wander appreciatively over Shen Yuan's body.
Really, is there anything about his husband he won't find enticing? There must be, surely, is that not how these things work?
But he really is ever so taken with the other man, and his hand wanders, smoothing the creases in his silks, feeling the warmth of his body under his palm.
Goodness, they'll soon be pressed together, bare skin to bare skin, won't they? He's certainly thought about it, and cooled those thoughts in the Cold Springs, but the reality is so much more overwhelming. He has to take a few deep breaths, only to inhale the scent of his husband, and it hits him that this is going to be their new reality; sharing a bed, a home, a sect, a life. His heart drums in his chest, and his body responds accordingly to the contact (his cock had certainly sat up and taken interest as he divested Shen Yuan of each layer, but now it was hard against the other man's thigh).
Shen Yuan's entreaty doesn't go ignored, and Xichen cups his cheek, pulling him in for a slow, deep kiss, that grows increasingly fervent with his growing want. It isn't long until they're rocking against each other, limbs as tangled as their lips and tongues, as they build a delicious friction between them.
Xichen is flushed and panting when he pulls away, pupils blown so wide his eyes are practically black.
"Well," he says in mock scandal, "the books I read certainly didn't prepare me for -"
He can't finish the sentence (not quite out of embarrassment, because that's there too, he is so very pink in his perfect jade cheeks) because he has no words to describe the feeling of rubbing up against his husband like a pair of rutting teenagers. How something that inelegant could set his very veins ablaze is a wonder.
He undoes the topmost ties of his inner robes, letting them fall open to reveal jade white skin covering the well-defined planes of his chest. His fingers hover over Shen Yuan's, meeting his gaze to make sure he's as eager for this as Xichen is.
He undoes the tie.
And the other.
And... oh, Shen Yuan really is a vision, isn't he...? His gaze lingers on his naked chest, those pert pink nipples, the scholarly softness of him, and he cannot resist having a taste.
He's not sure where the compulsion comes from; it's certainly not something he's ever had before in his life. Between the two of them, Wangji was the biter. But for an instant, his mind goes blank, and when he comes to, his teeth are latched onto the soft flesh at the juncture between Shen Yuan's throat and shoulder. He is licking and sucking with abandon, moaning against his beloved. It will probably bruise. He should probably feel bad. He doesn't.
Shen Yuan merely nods, as overwhelmed as Lan Xichen by the kiss, their closeness, the rigid brand against his thigh that can only be his husband's manhood, coaxed into fullness by him, all for him. He watches with rapt, eager attention as Lan Xichen bares his chest for him, and though he's trembling slightly as Xichen reaches over to do the same for him it's only out of barely-leashed eagerness, not anything negative.
It does catch him by surprise when Xichen suddenly grabs him and sinks his teeth into his neck, but the cry that escapes Shen Yuan's throat has more of pleasure in it than pain, and his hands wrap around Xichen's back to hold him closer, not push him away. "H-husband," he gasps, while his hips jerk, driving his own arousal into Xichen's thigh. Of all the books he'd read, the romances had perhaps come closest to preparing him for the overwhelming electric charge that was being touched so intimately by his husband, but even they fell well short of the reality. The glorious, beloved reality.
"Lan Lang..." he sighs, letting his head fall back as he relaxes the tendons in his neck, giving himself up to his beloved's mercies. His hand shifts to cradle the back of Xichen's head and pet his hair, as if trying to soothe him -- but Shen Yuan sees no reason for Xichen to stop, or to not do whatever he pleases. "Does this husband taste good?" he asks, with a thoroughly besotted smile on his face.
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Date: 2023-07-13 08:12 pm (UTC)Undressed...he's going to be undressed in front of his husband for the very first time! (No, that time in the woods doesn't count. He really had slipped on some leaves, er-ge! And Xichen had been trying to catch him when he accidentally tore one of his sleeves right off his shoulder, not -- oh, never mind.)
"Y-yes," he gasps, and closes his eyes so that, knowing himself, he won't get embarrassed and try to pull away or cover himself too soon. He wants this, oh so very much...Habit is just a hard mistress to disobey!
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Date: 2023-07-13 08:35 pm (UTC)Things had been lax thanks to Xichen's peerless reputation and Shen Yuan's noted shyness. It allowed them ample time to get to know one another without an awkward third wheel hanging about, and left them comfortable in each other's company. Xichen was, of course, smitten at first glance, but it was nice knowing even without the betrothal, they had that foundation. He didn't just love Shen Yuan, he didn't just find him physically attractive, he also just enjoyed being in his company.
He begins slowly, removing the veil and the many pins and ornaments in their hair. His scalp was starting to ache and he had only worn a crown that was more ornate than his usual fair. He didn't want to think how the elaborate up-do was feeling for Shen Yuan. It couldn't be comfortable.
Belts and ties followed shortly, each layer committed to memory and then peeled away and set aside to be folded in the morning. He would paint Shen Yuan in his wedding garments, he knew this already, but he did not want to ignore a single detail.
When he is able to feel Shen Yuan's warm skin through the countless layers, his breath quickens, his cock fills, and he leans forward to kiss and suck along his beloved's perfect neck.
It is a while before they are down to their innermost robes. He has never been more glad of his foresight to skip the other half-dozen rituals before consummation, or dawn would be breaking before they ever got started.
"A-Yuan," he says, taking his hand and guiding him to bed. "My husband is so lovely. I think I could marry you a hundred times."
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Date: 2023-07-17 04:18 am (UTC)No, it certainly isn't the cool mountain air that makes Shen Yuan press close to Lan Xichen as they lie down together, shyly hiding his face in his husband's shoulder even as his arms boldly slide around Lan Xichen's torso in a needy embrace. "My husband is very handsome too," he says lowly, and in token of his posture adds, "This humble A-Yuan would be overcome if he looked at him too long in this state." His own state or Lan Xichen's? The answer to that is definitely 'yes.'
"Husband..." he sighs, hyper aware of the heat of Lan Xichen's body passing into his through their thin inner robes, their legs pressed up against each other, his own arousal only just barely covered by the red silk. "Kiss me again?" he entreats, squirming even closer as best he can to put his face within kissing range.
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Date: 2023-07-18 01:05 am (UTC)Really, is there anything about his husband he won't find enticing? There must be, surely, is that not how these things work?
But he really is ever so taken with the other man, and his hand wanders, smoothing the creases in his silks, feeling the warmth of his body under his palm.
Goodness, they'll soon be pressed together, bare skin to bare skin, won't they? He's certainly thought about it, and cooled those thoughts in the Cold Springs, but the reality is so much more overwhelming. He has to take a few deep breaths, only to inhale the scent of his husband, and it hits him that this is going to be their new reality; sharing a bed, a home, a sect, a life. His heart drums in his chest, and his body responds accordingly to the contact (his cock had certainly sat up and taken interest as he divested Shen Yuan of each layer, but now it was hard against the other man's thigh).
Shen Yuan's entreaty doesn't go ignored, and Xichen cups his cheek, pulling him in for a slow, deep kiss, that grows increasingly fervent with his growing want. It isn't long until they're rocking against each other, limbs as tangled as their lips and tongues, as they build a delicious friction between them.
Xichen is flushed and panting when he pulls away, pupils blown so wide his eyes are practically black.
"Well," he says in mock scandal, "the books I read certainly didn't prepare me for -"
He can't finish the sentence (not quite out of embarrassment, because that's there too, he is so very pink in his perfect jade cheeks) because he has no words to describe the feeling of rubbing up against his husband like a pair of rutting teenagers. How something that inelegant could set his very veins ablaze is a wonder.
He undoes the topmost ties of his inner robes, letting them fall open to reveal jade white skin covering the well-defined planes of his chest. His fingers hover over Shen Yuan's, meeting his gaze to make sure he's as eager for this as Xichen is.
He undoes the tie.
And the other.
And... oh, Shen Yuan really is a vision, isn't he...? His gaze lingers on his naked chest, those pert pink nipples, the scholarly softness of him, and he cannot resist having a taste.
He's not sure where the compulsion comes from; it's certainly not something he's ever had before in his life. Between the two of them, Wangji was the biter. But for an instant, his mind goes blank, and when he comes to, his teeth are latched onto the soft flesh at the juncture between Shen Yuan's throat and shoulder. He is licking and sucking with abandon, moaning against his beloved. It will probably bruise. He should probably feel bad. He doesn't.
Just a deep sense of satisfaction.
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Date: 2023-07-20 05:39 am (UTC)It does catch him by surprise when Xichen suddenly grabs him and sinks his teeth into his neck, but the cry that escapes Shen Yuan's throat has more of pleasure in it than pain, and his hands wrap around Xichen's back to hold him closer, not push him away. "H-husband," he gasps, while his hips jerk, driving his own arousal into Xichen's thigh. Of all the books he'd read, the romances had perhaps come closest to preparing him for the overwhelming electric charge that was being touched so intimately by his husband, but even they fell well short of the reality. The glorious, beloved reality.
"Lan Lang..." he sighs, letting his head fall back as he relaxes the tendons in his neck, giving himself up to his beloved's mercies. His hand shifts to cradle the back of Xichen's head and pet his hair, as if trying to soothe him -- but Shen Yuan sees no reason for Xichen to stop, or to not do whatever he pleases. "Does this husband taste good?" he asks, with a thoroughly besotted smile on his face.