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: 2023-07-20 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.