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Nie Mingjue can’t quite remember how he ended up pressed back onto the couch, but the feeling hands tugging at the waist of his sweats brings him back from the hot stupor of lips moving against his.
His large hands wrap around pale wrists easily as he pulls back, blinking a few times to clear his vision. From above, Lan Xichen smiles down at him coyingly, eyes alight with mischief.
A hand moves up and out of his loose grip to rest on a hairy pec, and Mingjue, blinking down at the cool touch, is surprised to find himself shirtless. When had he taken it off? More importantly when had Xichen sat himself atop Mingjue, long legs spread apart to straddle his? He recalls the feeling of Xichen’s long fingers snaking up his shirt earlier, tongue licking into his mouth for the first time that night, and not much after that. Not up until a few seconds ago, that is.
Gentle strokes on his chest reel him back to the present.
“Where'd you go there?" Xichen asks, chuckling softly.
Mingjue smiles, head ducking and dimples flashing. "Just thinking."
Xichen hums, stroking his cheek where they dimpled. "About?"
"I don't know. This. Us. It's finally happening, properly happening."
"I have to say it's nice. Definitely roomier than the back of my car."
At that Mingjue's dimples reappear as he laughs deep and heartily at the memory. Xichen's heart skips a beat, fingers brushing over the dips in his cheeks.
Their first time together had been a few weeks ago when Xichen had pulled da-ge into the back of his (well, his uncle's) car. They made out in the dark, lying over uncomfortable back seats until Mingjue made the move to squeeze his bulk into the small space between the front and back seats so he could suck Xichen off. It was hot, Xichen admits. He could only press the toe of his shoe into Mingjue's crotch as he worked his wet mouth on his dick, but fuck was it good. He might have enjoyed it too much actually. At one point Xichen had thrust up into his mouth so hard that when Mingjue tried pulling back to catch his breath he hit his head on the low roof. And that was only the first of a few more bruises for the both of them.
Since then, their encounters have been few and brief, always interrupted or rescheduled leaving them both unsatisfied. Let the record show that aside from feeling Mingjue up in dark cramped places or slipping his hand down the crotch of a number of different tight (god so tight) pants, Lan Xichen has yet to see Nie Mingjue in all his substantial glory.
Jin Guangyao had snickered when Xichen had voiced his frustration over a quick bite in between cramming for their public health class.
"I feel for you." At the weak glare he managed to muster, a-Yao had held up his hands.
"No I'm serious, okay. I can't believe you guys haven't properly, you know," he waved a hand as students settled into the booth behind him. "Fucked," he stage whispered.
"It's just been so busy with work and classes," Xichen replied, tiredly unwrapping his veggie sandwich. "But I have a plan."
A-Yao eyed him over his salad, eyes twinkling. "Of course you do."
"I'm going to get him to come over to my place next week after everything wraps up. No distractions, no interruptions."
"Proper lighting, a bed for once." A-Yao had laughed when Xichen had rolled his eyes. He reached for the garlic fries they shared. "Well I've been looking forward to hearing your review, so schedule something for us the day after. You know, so we can compare notes."
At that, Xichen had groaned into his straw. "God a-Yao, I keep forgetting you too were together."
Guangyao held up a greasy finger. "Not together," he corrected. "I gave him chem notes and he gave me a good time."
Xichen groaned into his hand. "That is not better. Like at all."
"Too bad he switched majors." A-Yao had sighed forlornly into his iced coffee. "He was damn good lay. Shit, those fucking thighs."
"What about his thighs?" Xichen had asked through a mouthful full of sandwich, manners be damned. "A-Yao, what about his thighs?!"
Mingjue's hand nudges his chin and Xichen is brought back to the feeling of soft lips against his. They kiss slowly now, savoring the feeling of finally being close, but the desperation with which he wants licks up Xichen's gut.
"I've been waiting for this," Mingjue murmurs before kissing him again. "Wanted this for so long. Need you, Xichen."
“You can have me," Xichen says, hands tugging the drawstring below Mingjue's navel until it comes undone, "if you lose these.”
Mingjue butts his forehead against Xichen’s playfully, lip quirking up as Xichen presses back challenging. He shifts up a bit on the couch, guiding Xichen’s arms around his neck while his palm smooths down the expanse of the Lan's back to grab his ass. Mingjue's cheek rubs against his and Xichen bites back a groan at the prickle of stubble. Teeth tug at his ear lobe before letting go, Mingjue's lips brushing over his ear.
"Hold on."
With that, Mingjue lifts Xichen up, his free hand pulling at the loose hem of his sweats until they're slipping down the curve of his ass.
Xichen inhales sharply as he’s handled, grip tightening around Mingjue’s neck and legs hugging the dip of his toned waist. The heat pools in his stomach as Mingjue’s fingers press into the backs of his thighs, lips and hot breath grazing across his long neck.
Oh. Those muscles really do be useful.
They drop back onto the couch, the breath knocking out of Mingjue with a grunt as Xichen falls back onto him. Xichen lets out groan against his ear, nails sinking into flexing biceps as he steadies himself.
Just as Mingjue kicks off the last leg of the sweats that clings to his foot, Xichen’s hands start to run over his front, slipping over grooves of taut muscle and through the soft threads of hair there. Mingjue swallows at the touches, the way those fingers smooth and squeeze all over him.
Xichen, he's learned, is just so handsy.
A hand tugs roughly at the dog tag hanging from around his neck and Mingjue is pulled to meet parted lips. Xichen hums into his mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
“I’ve been waiting all week for this,” he says, kissing the side of Mingjue’s mouth. “Want you now,” he mumbles. "Want to see you. All of you." A throaty sound reverberates through Mingjue’s chest, travels pleasantly through Xichen’s palms.
Beneath him, Mingjue’s thick thighs flex and shift as if he’s restless. Xichen’s hands pet across his pecs soothingly, trying to draw out that rumble again.
"What.." Xichen feels Mingjue’s problem start to prod him between his legs, his hands fisting into the hair threaded into hot skin at the feeling.
“Ahh,” Xichen croons, playing with the chain at his collar. “So fast, da-ge?”
Mingjue licks into his mouth with muffled groan as the man on his lap grinds down. Xichen smiles against a persistent mouth, hips picking up their pace as his clothed, hard front rubs against Mingjue’s bare cock. The friction draws shaky breath after shaky breath from the man and they only spur him on.
Xichen’s hand rakes through wavy tangles to cup the back of his head, Mingjue leaning into the touch immediately. His other hand smooths down the right side of Mingjue’s bare torso, and when his fingers brush across his hip and upper thigh, the man lets out small gasp. Xichen hums curiously into his mouth, his touch sliding up to Mingjue’s navel and back down to his thighs.
"Ahh, please..."
He's ignored as Xichen's hips continue rutting down onto his mercilessly, fingers gripping Mingjue's thighs tight enough to leave bruises. Xichen swallows his gasps, sloppily slotting their mouths together. Mingjue's mewls only grow longer, more desperate.
"Xichen, I-I'm—"
And with that, Mingjue cries out brokenly as he comes. Xichen takes Mingjue into his hand, fingers just barely wrapping around his girth, and pumps him through it. The spurting head of his cock rubs against the front of his shirt, hitching up the fabric until till it slips under and wets his stomach.
The man beneath him slowly comes to himself, freezing when he realizes Xichen is holding him in his hand. Shame falls across his expression as Xichen releases him and starts to moves away. Mingjue tries to pull him back but he has settled above Mingjue’s knees
Xichen looks. There on Mingjue’s upper thigh is a tattoo. Black ink in the form of a beast curls up and around his hip to disappear behind his back. The length of it moves down in a cascade of waves and delicate flowers across the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
Shit, those fucking thighs.
“Oh ge..” Xichen’s hands are on inked skin at once, thumbs rubbing reverently over black scales and fingers tracing the outline of wide peony petals. Mingjue swallows, tense muscles relaxing when he's sure Xichen isn't going anywhere, isn't put off by him.
"So this is why you liked me feeling you up so much, da-ge? Fuck."
Mingjue blinks up lazily at him through long lashes, cheeks flushed prettily in the afterglow. The hands don't stop trailing up and down his thighs, and Mingjue watches pale fingers dance across his body possessively.
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, Ming-ge," Xichen shakes his head, eyes shining.
I want to devour you.
"I love it," he says out loud.
"Xichen." Mingjue stops his hand from trailing up back down his hip, holds it against his chest. "I'm sorry I came so fast. I wanted to last for you, I—”
Xichen shuts him up with bruising kiss, pulling away only to kiss him again ever so gently. "There's nothing to apologize for, da-ge. I wanted you to come for me." He settles a hand on his cheek, stroking gently. "Besides, we have the rest of the night ahead of us." He presses another kiss to Mingjue's lips, hands trailing down again to squeeze thick thighs so tight that Mingjue lets out another whine.
So sensitive.
“Now this," he says, stroking, "I can't believe you've been hiding this from me, Ming-ge.”
Xichen gives another tight squeeze, fingers trailing down the crest of his thigh and slipping between his legs. Mingjue grunts, arching prettily as Xichen's touches send a renewed wave of arousal up his gut. When his thighs start to close together Xichen is quick to slot his knee between them.
“Not so fast, beautiful.”
Mingjue’s breath hitches.
Xichen’s eyes flash as he settles onto his knees on the floor, hands on either of Mingjue’s thighs and holding them open. The lighting in his living room lets him see Mingjue properly and Xichen takes him in.
His gaze runs over the flesh of Mingjue’s legs; spent cock settled against one, a trail of his release slipping down the soft flesh of his thigh; the trail of hair curling up a tan muscular incline to where it fans out over two bulbous pecs. Heat flushes up Xichen’s neck and ears, down across his face at the sight. He settles his hands around the man’s thighs, thumbs continuing to run circles into warm skin.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
Mingjue swallows at his words, gaze heady. He bites his lip, silencing himself, and Xichen tuts as he smooths a hand up his side again.
“Da-ge don’t hold back. I want to hear you, okay?”
Xichen settles a chaste kiss on an inked thigh. “So pretty.” He moves a bit higher, leaves a gentle peck on the crest of a wave and nips the flesh there. He doesn’t miss the way Mingjue’s fingers curl into his palm on the couch, nails scraping harshly against the woven fabric. He picks another spot, biting into the soft flesh of Mingjue’s thigh with more force and licking over the shallow marks.
“Mm so beautiful.” Xichen’s close, so close that only a slight tilt to his head would let him lick the slick tip of Mingjue’s cock. He can smell him now, the heavy, salty musk of his sex filling Xichen’s senses like the sweetest perfume. He noses Mingjue’s thigh and licks over beads of his release, the smallest groan escaping his lips as his own length strains behind his pants.
“Are you laid out here just for me?”
Mingjue groans, hands gripping the edge of the cushion and muscles clenching. “F-fuck. Please..”
“Please what?”
“Please keep talking.”
Xichen lets out a throaty chuckle and nips at the ink at Mingjue’s hip.
“Mm, oh I will.”
He pulls himself up from the floor and sways a bit as he climbs back onto Mingjue’s lap. Large hands settle at Xichen's waist as he goes straight for the man’s neck, working his way down and leaving a path of gentle kisses until he gets to his sternum. Xichen’s hips rut down in shallow circles, nursing the coiling heat in his stomach.
Mingjue pants against his ear, and the sound alone is enough to drive Xichen to the edge. He lets out a groan and bites down hard over the flesh of Mingjue’s nipple, tongue wiping a nice wet stripe and soothing his harsh marks. Mingjue groans, hips bucking up into his. Xichen ignores him and works on his other nipple, squeezing plush tits as he sucks.
“Look at you.” Xichen pulls away to watch Mingjue squirm beneath him. He thumbs at his swollen buds, Mingjue's head falling back and neck stretching out long and pretty.
“Shit, I really wanna fuck you right now.” Wanna fuck you into the mattress until you’re a begging, crying—
“Okay.”
Xichen blinks. “Okay?”
“Yeah. I want you to fuck me, too.” Mingjue’s eyes flutter at the admission, pretty blush coloring his cheeks.
Xichen’s nails dig into honeyed skin, eyes ablaze. He holds Mingjue’s cheek sweetly but his voice is strained. “Baby, I’m gonna need you to use those strong arms of yours to get us to bed, okay? I'm going to take care of you tonight.”
In seconds, Mingjue's hands are molding around Xichen’s thighs, gripping his legs and hefting him up. He carries him to the bed with ease, settling Xichen gently in the center. Mingjue crawls atop him, leaving Xichen breathless with kisses until Xichen’s hand presses back against his chest. Mingjue obediently moves, allowing Xichen to guide himself back to take his place on the bed.
Xichen shuffles forward on his knees, pulling off the stubborn shirt soiled with Mingjue's come until it’s just his jade pendant hanging off his bare chest. Mingjue lays back propped up on his forearms, chest rising and falling fast as he watches him strip intently.
A hand on his shoulder pushes Mingjue back roughly and he falls against the bed with a groan. Xichen straddles his neck, knees at either side of Mingjue’s face and crotch so close that his clothed erection is inches from swollen lips.
Anticipation lights like fire and Mingjue could swear his heartbeat reverberates through the room. He swallows eagerly, watering mouth almost falling open to wait for Xichen to place himself in his mouth. Before him, Xichen tugs his sweats down and, gods help him, he wasn’t wearing anything else under there.
Xichen holds himself, long and girthy, before Mingjue’s mouth, feels his warm breath tickle his length with every fall of his chest. He pumps his cock a few times teasingly, lets out a long groan that's just a bit showy. When he's close, he presses forward.
“Suck.”
Mingjue’s eyes are blown wide as his mouth falls open and they flutter shut with a moan as he suckles the leaking head. He takes as much that will fit in one long slide, tongue sliding along the bottom of Xichen’s hard shaft slowly. The man above him sucks in a breath.
“Ahh ge..your mouth.”
Xichen’s hands move up and into his hair. Nails scrape across Mingjue’s scalp and he groans on the cock in his mouth. Vibrations dance up Xichen’s shaft and he can’t help himself as he thrusts shallowly. Mingjue’s mouth falls slack as the next thrust follows, and the next, until Xichen is fucking his mouth.
"You take me so well, baby. So good. Fuck, so good. Like you were made for it."
Mingjue opens his eyes slowly, and Xichen curses at the blissful look on his face. "Fuck, you love when I fill your mouth don't you. You ask for it every time, take me so good."
Drool slips down Mingjue's lips at the sight is enough to have Xichen coming down his throat with cry.
“Fuck,” Xichen pulls out, come streaking across his da-ge's cheek. Xichen takes Mingjue’s face in his hands, thumb sliding across a swollen bottom lip. Pretty, pretty.
“You did so well,” he says as Mingjue nuzzles his hand. He presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue lapping at his own release left there.
“Get on your knees.”
Mingjue picks himself up, body heavy, and settles onto his heels in the center of the bed facing the headboard. From behind, Xichen’s hands snake under his arms to run up his sides and back down across his thighs. He pulls at them, forcing them apart until Mingjue is open and bare for the room, the tip of his half hard cock settling onto the sheets below. Mingjue leans back against Xichen's strong chest, eyes falling shut at the touches rubbing over his ink.
"We're gonna need to buy some time before I can fuck you, da-ge."
Another hand abruptly pushes him down and Mingjue falls onto his forearms with groan, ass in the air. The head of the beast bares its teeth at Xichen.
"Will you let me make you feel good?"
Mingjue swallows, ass pushing back so Xichen can see all of him.
"Mhn y-yes."
His hips are yanked back and there's a ghosting feeling as Xichen breathes over his hole. And then he’s on him, tongue licking up a long, wet stripe across his entrance. Mingjue moans into the sheets, ass pushing back against Xichen’s face as he’s worked open. He can’t help but push back, rocking back and forth onto Xichen’s tongue.
Xichen pulls away with a harsh bite bite to his cheek, and Mingjue groans at the loss. Hands smooth across thick thighs and back up a firm ass before giving them a squeeze. He can't see him, but Mingjue can hear the twinkle in Xichen's eye when he speaks.
"Baby, I'm going to work you open some more in a bit, okay? Right now, I want you to bring your knees together for me." Mingjue does as he's told, squeezing his legs together. "Good boy, squeeze them nice and tight for me."
Then he feels it, a wet sensation sliding between his legs.
"Oh fuck. F-fuck.."
Xichen's guides his spent cock between the tightness of Mingjue's solid thighs, eyes rolling back. "Shit, da-ge. Squeeze them tighter for me. Yeah that's it. Ahh..."
With a few thrusts, spit slicks up the tender skin of his inner thighs until Xichen is sliding between them with ease. He feels himself brush against Mingjue's hard length and groans, hips jerking harshly.
Xichen slides two fingers around Mingjue's glistening hole, feeling him up before letting a finger ease in. It's not long until he's three finger's deep, hips steadily pounding into a plush ass as he uses Mingjue's thighs.
"Are you hard for me, baby?"
Mingjue looks down at himself, gets a pretty view of Xichen's leaking cock sliding under his again, and again and again.
A low moan leaves his lips. "Y-yes."
"Good boy." Xichen pulls out of Mingjue's thighs slowly, a low moan leaving his lips. He nudges Mingjue's legs and they part with a squelch, spit and precome slicking up tender skin. Xichen groans at the sight.
"Shit, I’m gonna fuck you like this, okay beautiful?” Xichen hangs off the side of his bed, hand rummaging blindly for a spare condom and his bottle of lube.
"Xichen."
Xichen's hand stills on a condom. He rights himself, blowing a strand of hair from his face. "You okay, da-ge?"
He settles behind Mingjue, hand resting on his waist. "Tell me what you want, ge."
"I.." Mingjue pauses, swallowing thickly. "Can you come in me?"
The condom crinkles in Xichen's hand as he grips onto it. Oh
"I'm clean. And I trust you." Mingjue's hands fist the sheets, voice breathy with need. "I just really want it, Xichen. I want to feel it."
"Oh ge.." Xichen smooths a hand over his sides again and tense muscles relax immediately. He presses a kiss over his spine. "Yeah we can do that."
The condom flutters to the floor. Hands smooth over his ink, and Mingjue trembles.
"I'm going to fuck you like this," Xichen repeats. "Gonna come deep in you like you asked, ge."
“Just put it in already,” Mingjue groans, ass pushing back.
Xichen slaps his cheeks. “Ask nicely.”
Mingjue groans into the sheets, hips bucking forward once, twice, to bring some friction against his neglected cock. “P-please put it in me. Fuck me Xichen. I need it.”
Xichen lets out a satisfied sound against his back and presses a chaste kiss against his skin as his hands continue to smooth around his hips and back down over his thighs.
Hands grip Mingjue's ass and spread him open. Xichen's guides his glistening tip to meet Mingjue's puckered entrance. He starts to push against him, taking in the sight his swollen rim giving way and his head slipping in. Mingjue lets out a low mewl, back arched and muscles tense as he takes it.
"Fuck, you're so tight baby." Xichen pushes forward, penetrating him deeper. He nudges his hips forward slowly, smoothing over Mingjue's sides comfortingly, until he's buried to the hilt
"Oh.ahh...hmnn.." Mingjue grips at the bed sheets as he tries to relax. He's spread open, Xichen's hard cock holding him open.
"Fuck it's so big, I-I'm so full.."
Mingjue's tight heat clenches around his length and Xichen tries to hold himself back from fucking him. He gives a shallow thrust at first, testing the body beneath him. Mingjue whimpers, and Xichen thrusts forward again, and again until he's fucking his da-ge with no restraint.
Xichen sets a brisk and steady pace, each thrust pushing Mingjue down into the sheets harder and harder.
He pulls Mingjue back up against his chest, arm laced around his front and holding him by the throat. Mingjue sinks back on his cock, groaning as he’s filled to the brim.
Xichen kisses his shoulder as he thrusts up into his heat. Mingjue’s thighs are spread open, cock hard as it bobs against his stomach. Xichen watches. open mouthed, as it's swollen head leaks all over Mingjue's stomach.
“You’re taking me so well. Love how you bounce on my cock. Does it feel good, da-ge?”
“Y-yes,” Mingjue gasps, bouncing steadily.
"Tell me how it feels baby. Use your words."
"S-so big. You're so big. Filling me up."
“Look at you. Such a big, fat cock. So big and pretty and useless just between your legs. You need me to get you off.” Xichen bites at Mingjue’s ear, his voice breathy. “Look at your big cock, baby. It’s so pathetic.”
Mingjue whimpers, eyes screwed shut and the corners wet.
“But you like that, you like fucking yourself on my cock. Is that enough, you don’t want anything else pretty boy?”
Xichen thrusts up hard as Mingjue sinks down. Finally, tears start to roll down his cheeks and Xichen picks up his pace. “Fuck, baby, tell me what you want. What can I do to make it feel good?”
“Please. Please t-touch me. I want you to touch me.”
“Pretty boy wants hands on him, too? Can’t come on my cock alone?” Xichen spears him with a hard thrust.
Fat tears roll down Mingjue’s face, and Xichen thinks this is enough to do him over.
“You’re so beautiful like this, the prettiest boy. So good for me. You want to come?”
“Y-yes, fuck please let me come. I want to come,” Mingjue gasps, bouncing steadily as Xichen’s hand pets his stomach.
“Okay beautiful.” Xichen finally takes him into his fist, fingers tight around the base of his thick cock. Mingjue bucks up into his touch, fucking himself down on Xichen’s cock and hiking his hips up into his fist.
Xichen lets his arm drop from around Mingjue’s chest and pushes him down onto the mattress. Mingjue moans at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing pitifully. Xichen lines up behind his ass before burying balls deep into his heat. He fucks Mingjue down into the sheets, hand snaking back to pump his cock to the fast pace.
“Come for me gege.” He thrusts hard, on hand holding the back of Mingjue’s neck down and the other sliding down his cock.
Mingjue comes hard, creased cotton sheets pressing into his cheek and catching his tears, his moans. Xichen shudders as Mingjue tightens around him, and he comes into his depths in short spouts. Mingjue catches his breath against the bed as Xichen fucks himself through his orgasm. He feels Xichen’s cum squirt into him, girth plugging him full when he finally stills inside of him. Mingjue thinks he could stay like this forever, plugged up with Xichen filling him.
Xichen shifts from where he’d fallen limp over Mingjue’s damp back. He leaves a gentle kiss over his spine, rubs his sides. “You good, dage?”
Mingjue hums, grabbing his hand and holding it close to his chest. He ducks down to press a kiss over his knuckles. "Very good."
Xichen wraps his arms around his waist, cheek settling onto his sweaty back. "I probably should pull out."
"No," Mingjue says a bit to quickly. "It's okay, just..can we stay here for a bit."
Xichen holds him tighter, nuzzling into the back of his neck.
"Sure, da-ge. Anything you want."