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Kiss My Lips and I'll Tell You My Secrets.
Song Lan's fingers dance along his skin, gently, carefully and Xiao Xingchen exhales shakily, one arm looped around Song Lan's neck, the other around his waist, holding him close as he fucks into Xingchen quickly, gently, but with enough force that Xingchen can feel the climax beginning to build. He clings to him, cries out and Song Lan kisses him as they let go together, bodies working, chasing the rush, gasping against one another's lips as their hips stutter and slam together.
They slow then and Xingchen touches Song Lan's cheek, signalling that he's too sensitive. Song Lan slips out of him, kisses him again and rolls off him, before getting to his feet and disappearing through the doorway. Xingchen closes his eyes and allows his breathing to come down, to return to its normal pace and doesn't open them until he feels the cool compress against his chest, right above his heart.
Xingchen smiles and watches as Song Lan, expressionless, lowers the cloth to clean up the mess on his stomach and then lower, between his legs. Xingchen hisses at the contact.
"Sorry," Song Lan says and finishes up quickly. He tosses the cloth to the side and climbs back into the bed next to Xingchen. "Sleep now. We've got an early start tomorrow."
Xingchen nods and turns into his embrace. He presses his ear against Song Lan's heart and listens to it beating and just as he does every night, he wishes it was beating for him.
"How many ghost puppets?" Xingchen asks, bouncing to catch up to Song Lan.
"The innkeeper said 47."
"That's an odd number," he says, slowing again.
"I know," Song Lan replies. He stops, because Xingchen is once again a couple of steps behind. He looks at him. "Are you okay?"
Xingchen nods and gives him a reassuring smile and Song Lan feels the familiar swoop in his chest. He's beautiful and he wishes more than anything that he could reach out and hold his hand, wishes it was more than just keeping eachother company at night.
"My knee hurts, but it's fine," he explains, cheeks pink and Song Lan knows it hurts because when Song Lan had sat up to climb out of the bed that morning, Xingchen had gotten to his knees in front of him to take care of his morning erection.
"We can walk slowly." Song Lan reaches out to gingerly place a hand on the small of Xingchen's back.
They begin walking again and Song Lan bravely keeps his hand on Xingchen, who gives him a shy smile. They only make it a little further up the road when they hear laughter and stop still.
"Who's there?" Song Lan asks.
There is more laughter, a loud swishing sound and they both look up. There, in the trees, is a man dressed entirely in black. His face is covered with a mask, but his eyes are dark, piercing.
Song Lan slips his hand from Xingchen's back and clutches him by the waist, his other hand gripping Fuxue .
"What do you want?" he asks.
The man laughs again. "I know your secret," he says.
Song Lan is instantly struck with fear and he doesn't know if he's telling the truth, but he's desperate to find a way to stop this man from speaking if he is.
"Who are you?" Xingchen demands, before Song Lan can ask the same question.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Who are you ? And I don't want to know your name. I want to know who you really are, what you really feel ." His face isn't visible, but his smile is audible in his voice. "I want to know the truth ."
"If you know so much, why do you have to ask?" Song Lan retorts.
The dark eyes turn on him. "Because I want to hear you say it. You won't, will you? Either of you? That's okay. Maybe I can help you with that."
There's a flash of light, a loud thud and all that Song Lan can think is Xiao Xingchen, before the world goes dark.
Xiao Xingchen opens his eyes and the light is blinding. He sits up, head spinning, but all he can think about is Song Lan.
"Zichen?" he shouts and looks around quickly, then stops because Song Lan sits up next to him. They're in the grass and he doesn't know how they got here, but he's relieved to see Song Lan.
"Xingchen," Song Lan says. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he says and they stand up.
They brush themselves off, look around and realise they're standing in front of an inn. They exchange a look, then walk towards it, a little unsteady on their feet. Once inside, the innkeeper appears.
"We need a room," Xingchen says.
The man smiles at Xingchen. "Two rooms coming right up!"
Xingchen opens his mouth to speak, but Song Lan steps forward beside him.
"One room," he says firmly.
Xingchen looks at him, but he doesn't look back. The innkeeper lets out a nervous laugh and beckons them into the back. He shows them to a room with one bed, then disappears, closing the door behind him.
Xingchen turns to look at Song Lan, who is already right in front of him, looking at him. His eyes are dark, intense and inexplicably, Xingchen's heart starts to beat faster.
"Zichen?" Xingchen asks and reaches out to touch him.
The moment they come in contact, Xingchen feels something shifting within him. There's a pull, a rush and he doesn't know which of them moves first, but suddenly, he's on the bed, Song Lan above him.
"Zichen," Xingchen exhales and Song Lan puts his hands on his body, touching, squeezing, pulling him close. Xingchen has never felt like this before, has never been so turned on, despite his love for him. This is new, intense and he feels as though he can't get enough of him.
"The way he looked at you," Song Lan breathes against Xingchen's ear, pulling his robes open. "He wanted you."
Xingchen doesn't know what he means and he doesn't care because he's desperate to have Song Lan's hand on his bare skin.
"Please," he begs, as Song Lan pushes his pants down, but instead of touching him, he leans back and looks down at him, eyes dark, wide.
"He wanted to give you your own room," Song Lan tells him and Xingchen understands then. He pushes his own robes off his shoulders, shrugs his pants down, then drops down to put his mouth on Xingchen's neck. "He wanted you like this," he exhales, licking a stripe slowly up the shell of his ear. At the same time, his hand slips between them and he pushes a finger against Xingchen's entrance, making him gasp.
"Please," Xingchen says again and grinds his hips down, desperate to have Song Lan's fingers deep inside him. Something is blooming within him, a want, a need and he can't get enough.
Song Lan growls against his skin and then puts his mouth on his neck, sucking, nipping, kissing, open-mouthed, wet and hot, all while he works a second finger inside Xingchen. He stretches him quickly, forcefully, fingers crooking deep inside him, making him scream. Once he's satisfied that Xingchen is open enough, he holds his legs apart, slides his cock inside him and doesn't stop until he's bottomed out.
"Fuck me," Xingchen begs, thrusting down, trying to get Song Lan to move.
"He wanted to fuck you," Song Lan says and kisses him once on the neck. "You're mine. "
His words send a shiver through Xingchen's body and he whines. "Please, Zichen, move. "
Song Lan grazes his teeth gently across Xingchen's neck and then stops, right above his pulse, mouthing at it, making him wriggle and moan. Song Lan knows he's sensitive here, knows it always makes him writhe and gasp. Today, he's kissing slowly, sucking hard, dragging his teeth, driving him wild.
Xingchen throws his head back and Song Lan starts moving inside him, fucking into him hard, fast, hitting him over and over again in that sweet spot, making him cry out. He's never fucked him like this before, never been so rough and aggressive with him and to Xingchen's surprise, he likes it. He reaches up and loops an arm around Song Lan's neck and wraps the other around his body, urging him closer, deeper inside, desperate to feel him, all of him and Song Lan gives him exactly what he wants.
Song Lan begins to slam his hips forward, faster, harder, making Xingchen scream. He grunts against his neck, lips still working on marking him right over his sensitive spot, the movements of his mouth a little less controlled now.
Xingchen can't stay still beneath him. He's falling apart, overwhelmed, breathless and hot. Song Lan sits up, but doesn't still the movements of his hips. He looks down at Xingchen, who knows he's red in places, sweaty and not as composed as he'd like to be, but Song Lan doesn't seem to care.
He looks at him like he always looks at him, like he means something to him and Xingchen barely has time to wish it was real when Song Lan reaches out with one hand and strokes his fingers down the side of Xingchen's neck, across his throat and then lower, over the rise and fall of his chest, his stomach and then lower again, making the butterflies come alive within him. He stills his hand down low, below his belly button, where his stomach is dipping and twisting inside, desperate for his touch.
And then, with his other hand, Song Lan grips Xingchen's leg, raises it and pushes in deeper, harder. He lowers the hand on Xingchen's stomach to his cock. He's hard, throbbing and a little wet with precum. Song Lan slides his thumb across the head, fingers squeezing hard as he begins to stroke him to climax, hips still thrusting forward.
He dips forward and crashes his lips against Xingchen's, kissing him, hard, open-mouthed, messy and Xingchen whimpers into his mouth, his hands grasping at Song Lan's skin, clinging onto him as he gets fucked even harder.
"Fuck, Zichen," he breathes, but Song Lan swallows his words.
"Did you smile back at him?" he asks, voice hoarse, but he doesn't give Xingchen the chance to reply, just kisses him again. "Did you?"
Xingchen shakes his head, wants to tell him it's only him, that it's only ever been him, that it always will be, but he's incapable of making his mouth form words and then Song Lan starts moving even faster, his hand stroking impossibly fast where it's wrapped around Xingchen's erection, hips snapping forward, hitting him over and over again and Xingchen can't do anything but whine and moan and groan and squeal.
Song Lan turns his head into Xingchen's neck and mouths at his skin, breathless and gasping and Xingchen knows that Song Lan is just as close as he is. He reaches up, grasps at Song Lan's side, then moves his hand higher and strokes his thumb across Song Lan's nipple. He feels Song Lan's breath catching before he emits a broken cry and comes, hips stuttering forward, hand speeding up, building the intensity and then Xingchen comes with a moan that had started out as Song Lan's name.
Song Lan wraps his arm around him and fucks him as hard as he can, chasing his climax, all while he continues to stroke Xingchen through his own. They keep moving, sweaty and hot, hearts beating fast and then they gradually come down from it, bodies slowing, breathing shallow. Song Lan kisses him again, slower now, hips still moving, hand still tugging and Xingchen moans out a weak Please and reaches down to stop Song Lan's hand, because he can't take any more.
Song Lan removes his hand and curls it around Xingchen's body, holding him closer as he continues to fuck into him, despite the fact that they've both come. Xingchen pants against his lips, tries to open his mouth to tell him he can't take anymore, but can't get his words out. He gives Song Lan's hip a squeeze and Song Lan breaks their kiss and looks down at him.
His eyes are dark, intense, a little heavy-lidded and Xingchen is reminded of just how much he loves him.
"Please," he manages to exhale.
Song Lan slows his thrusts to a halt and slides all the way out of him. He drops down on top of him and kisses him again, slow and hot, leaving Xingchen gasping. He rolls onto the bed and they turn to look at one another.
"I don't want anyone else to have you," Song Lan tells him.
"Me neither," Xingchen confesses.
Song Lan nods, wraps an arm around him, tugs him closer, then sighs against his skin. They lay there for a while, bone-tired, sweating and trying to catch their breath and then, wrapped together, sleep takes them.
Song Lan opens his eyes and Xingchen is not there. He sits up, alarmed, eyes darting around, but he's not in the room. He gets to his feet and reaches out to open the door, but before he can, it opens inwards and Xingchen steps inside.
"Oh, Zichen," he says and then smiles. "I was asking the innkeeper to bring food."
Song Lan isn't sure what comes over him, but suddenly, he has Xingchen pressed up against the door, fingers curled around his wrist, the other hand dropping down to press against Xingchen's cock. Xingchen gasps, but there's desire in his eyes.
Song Lan captures Xingchen's mouth in a kiss and squeezes him, feeling him getting hard beneath the material of his robes. Xingchen arches into his touch and reaches up with one arm to encircle Song Lan's neck, his fingers sliding up the nape and into his hair.
Song Lan moves his hand higher, curls his fingers into the waistband of Xingchen's pants and tugs them down, breaking their kiss only to remove them entirely. Once he has, Song Lan slips a knee between his legs, parting them and gets to opening him up again. He immediately inserts two fingers inside him and Xingchen gasps, hands tugging at Song Lan's hair.
Song Lan pumps his fingers in and out and then adds a third and Xingchen pulls harder, his other hand gripping Song Lan's clothes. Song Lan reaches around with his free hand and pulls Xingchen's robe open, followed by his undergarments. He leans back and quickly removes his own clothes, eyes on Xingchen, who is leaning against the door, touching himself. He's beautiful, a blush on his cheeks, across his chest, lips red and parted, eyes closed, head thrown back.
Song Lan feels a fire raging within him and he needs to have him right now. He reaches for Xingchen and pushes him onto the bed. Xingchen sits up against the wall and spreads his legs, giving Song Lan room to climb between them. He moves slowly up and stops to press a kiss to Xingchen's inner thigh, because he knows he's sensitive there, knows that he shudders under his hands every time he touches him there.
Song Lan kisses him slowly, lips gliding upwards, higher and higher and he stops at the very top opening his mouth to bite gently at his skin, making Xingchen cry out, fingers in Song Lan's hair.
"Zichen," he says, breathless. "I want you inside me."
Song Lan stops kissing his thigh and reaches up to part his ass cheeks, revealing his hole. It's pink and stretched and Song Lan can't help but lick across it just once, just to hear the way it makes Xingchen scream, to watch him shiver. He gets to his knees and pulls Xingchen's head forward so that he can kiss him again, reaching down to touch his cock. Xingchen pulls away, panting hard. He opens his eyes and exhales, then looks right at Song Lan.
"Come on," he says and slips his robes off his shoulders, a smirk on his wet, swollen lips. "I'm ready for you." He spreads his legs wider and leans back, exposing the dark marks on his throat. "He stared at them, you know," he tells Song Lan. "The marks you left." He blinks at Song Lan through his long lashes. "I think you were right, he wants me." He reaches out and wraps a hand around Song Lan's erection, eliciting a gasp from him. "But all I could think about was you."
Song Lan leans closer and tries to kiss him, but Xingchen places his other hand on his chest and licks his lips.
"All I could think about was your cock inside me and how good it felt," he says, quietly, making Song Lan shiver. "How big you felt when you fucked me," he smirks. "How good it felt when you came inside me." He kisses Song Lan's lip once. "Zichen," he says. "I want to wake up in the morning with you still inside me so that you can just continue fucking me again. Because," he says and squeezes Song Lan's cock, "I'm yours."
Song Lan exhales shakily, eyes wide. He's never heard Xingchen say such things, never could have imagined those words leaving his lips, but he's unbelievably turned on by it.
Xingchen chuckles like he knows , then leans back against the pillows, spreads his legs even wider and licks his lips again, slower this time. He reaches down and grips his own leg, exposing his hole again.
"Song Zichen," he says, eyes locked on Song Lan. "I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel it for days . I want you to make me scream so that the innkeeper hears it and wishes it was him inside me, wishes he could put his hands on me and taste me and that I was a slut for him the way I'm a slut for you." He slides a single digit inside himself and whimpers . "Do you like that I'm a slut for you, Zichen?"
Song Lan swallows, eyes on Xingchen's fingers as they disappear inside him.
"Everyone thinks I'm so pure, so virginal ," he says and laughs. "Nobody knows how I beg for your cock, how I swallow when you come in my mouth, how I scream your name when it's just us. Do you ever wish they knew?"
Song Lan doesn't respond, he can't, he's speechless.
"I do," Xingchen goes on, thumb collecting a bead of precum from the tip of Song Lan's cock. He raises it to his lips and, eyes locked on Song Lan's, licks it away. "When men look at me, sometimes I want you to step in and show them I belong to you, show them that you're the only one who gets to see me, all of me." He smiles. "Do you want him to know, Zichen?"
Song Lan gives a small nod, ears buzzing, heart hammering.
Xingchen removes his fingers from inside himself, unwraps his hand from around Song Lan's cock, and leans back, robe hanging from his shoulders. " Then fuck me ," he says, eyes flashing.
Song Lan wastes no time. He shoves him back, hitches his legs up with one hand and pushes inside him in one swift movement, making Xingchen cry out. He starts moving, gasping because he feels so good, because he looks so hot, because his words are still ringing in his ears.
"Harder," Xingchen instructs and reaches down to touch himself.
Song Lan shoves his hips forward, slamming inside him, fucking into him as fast and as hard as he can and Xingchen screams. Song Lan pushes his hand away and replaces it with his own, then begins pumping it in time with the thrust of his hips.
Song Lan knows it isn't going to last long. Xingchen looks absolutely sinful beneath him, half-dressed, lips swollen and wet, neck covered in bruises. Song Lan has to close his eyes as he pushes inside him, has to concentrate on not letting go yet, because it hasn't been long enough, but Xingchen is squeezing around him and begging him for more and whispering his name and it's all too much.
" Fuck ," Song Lan gasps. "Xingchen, I'm going to—"
"Yes!" Xingchen cries out before he can finish. "Come inside me, I want to feel you."
His words are enough to make Song Lan let go. He comes with Xingchen's name on his lips, followed by the words I love you and Xingchen says the word yes over and over and then he's coming, too and Song Lan moves his hand fast and firm, working him through it, until they're both too tired, too sensitive to go on. Song Lan kisses him on the mouth and tries to extract himself from him, but Xingchen clings to him, a hand curling at his hip. Song Lan leans back and looks at him, questions in his eyes.
"Stay inside me," Xingchen instructs. "I want to wake up and still feel you."
Song Lan nods, ready to give him anything he wants. He settles against his body and kisses him again, then closes his eyes and just breathes him in, overwhelmed with his feelings even more than he usually is, aware that he's said those three words out loud. Xingchen sighs happily and wraps a leg around him, holding him close and they fall asleep like that, pressed together in the heat and Song Lan almost forgets.
Xingchen opens his eyes and the first thing he notices is that Song Lan is on top of him. The second thing he notices is that Song Lan is inside him. The third thing he notices…
Is too embarrassing to think about.
And yet the words are swimming in his brain. He can't believe he had said all those things, that he'd been so shameless, so brash. However, he doesn't have much time to think about it, because Song Lan groans and opens his eyes.
They stare at each other, wide-eyed and blushing and then Song Lan quickly pulls out of him, making him gasps.
"Sorry," he says and reaches out like he's going to touch Xingchen, but stops before they come in contact.
They move to sit up and Xingchen can't help but notice the pain between his legs. He also can't help but remember that he'd said he wanted to feel the pain afterwards.
They sit in silence for a few minutes and Xingchen recalls everything that had happened, but doesn't understand what could have made him act in such a fashion.
"I'm sorry," they both say at the same time.
They stop, sigh and then laugh awkwardly. Xingchen pulls his robes up over his shoulders and holds them across his chest. Song Lan looks at his face, then drops his eyes.
"Wait," he says and reaches up to touch Xingchen's back. He pulls something off him and holds it out. It's some kind of talisman, the symbols too smudged to make out.
"What is it?" Xingchen asks, but Song Lan is already climbing off of the bed. He reaches for his clothes, which are in a pile on the floor and when he turns them over, he finds a matching talisman.
Suddenly, everything makes sense.
"It made us act like that?" Xingchen asks.
"I think so." Song Lan goes to sit next to him on the bed.
"Zichen," he says quietly. "What must you think of me?"
Song Lan turns and looks at him. "What must you think of me ? I told you I loved you."
Xingchen feels his heart dropping. "Oh. You didn't mean it. It was the talisman."
Song Lan shakes his head. "No, the talisman only made me say it out loud. I do love you. I've loved you for so long."
Xingchen's breath catches in his throat and his stomach dips and when he opens his mouth to speak, he laughs. Song Lan looks at him.
"I'm sorry," he says. "It's just that I thought it didn't mean anything to you. I thought my feelings were once sided."
Song Lan stares at him. "Xingchen, is it true?"
"It's true," he admits.
Song Lan places a hand over his. "Maybe it was a truth talisman."
"That's embarrassing," Xingchen says, wincing as he turns his head away.
"Hey," Song Lan says and turns his head back gently to meet his eyes. "You never have to be embarrassed with me, okay?"
Xingchen smiles. "Okay," he says. "Zichen, I love you."
"I love you," Song Lan says and pulls him into a slow, gentle kiss. "And that's the truth."