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: 2023-07-18 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.